#but the exaggerated reactions and acting style is not my thing

[hopeworth]

love the implication in ready set love that the most common type of romance is wlw because the majority of the population is made of up of women. that’s how it SHOULD be.

[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations-32

Gemini moons have very unstable opinions and values. They usually change what they believe in based on their social environment. It’s very easy to convince them it’s this and not that if you’re convincing enough. These constant changes can make people confused in what they actually believe in. Very rare they have fixed beliefs about something. They contradict themselves a lot.

Gemini suns if underdeveloped can be big copy cats. I think they do it as a way to fit in so they’re more susceptible to changing their style or mannerisms based off of others they inspire to be like

Aries suns get triggered by everything very easily. If you say something they don’t like or that offends them they can take it from 0-100 real quick. They can be very mean at times but that’s usually their defense mechanism for feeling hurt. They can let wayyy to much things get to them they should learn to not take things so personally even if they are offended (this goes for Aries moon as well!!!) Controlling their reactions to how they deal with bs can help their mental peace a lot. When they learn not everything needs a reaction they can really become some bosses fr

Pisces/12th house placements show different versions of themselves based off of the persons vibe their interacting with. Which is why some ppl can see them as quiet and reserved and another person can see them as hot headed and loud and another can see them as sweet and outgoing etc. They can read ppls energy very easily which is why I believe they’re able to subconsciously change their personality to certain ppl as a defense mechanism to sorta see if that person is safe enough to be their true selfs. This can be why a lot of ppl see them in so many different lights. (Ex: my brother has a 12th house stellium and with family he’s extremely awkward & reserved but I’m his school he’s extremely popular & social and gets in trouble for talking too much). Learning to be more comfortable showing ur true self to others (other than the people they see as safe) can help others pin point better the person you are.

Cancer moons are so emotionally intelligent it’s insane

I notice your moon sign acts more like the stereotypical sign then your sun sign (ex: Scorpio moons act more like stereotypical Scorpios then Scorpio suns)

Leo moons are very passionate ppl. They want to live the intensity of life & they live it like that. That’s why ppl mistake their behavior for exaggeration & drama. These are actually their feelings they don’t exaggerate they truly feel that intensity. They’re only playful with selected people which is why others can see them as cold at times. If underdeveloped they can act like know it alls a lot, they can be very defensive and hard headed to others advice bc they believe they know better. Can result in big ego problems if not checked. But overall genuine hearted ppl.

Virgo moons get the “ick” from people easily that don’t value what they value

Sag moons do you guys deal with deep emotions at all? Everyone I met with this placement is abnormally very jolly & nothing usually bothers them much. How do you guys deal with emotions?? I’m lowkey jealous of this moon placement because of how well you take negatively. They’re able to transmute negative energy into something positive with such little effort. This can be somewhat stressful for deeper signs however to really see under all that joy. This lack of depth can make it harder for others to relate at times. This placement is the definition of golden retriever energy.

Ppl with Aries mars in their chart gain muscle VERY easily (especially in their arms) these people actually enjoy working out and going to the gym normally. As kids they had a surplus of physical energy. They were usually always running around or climbing stuff making obstacles courses, arm wrestling ppl etc. this placement is a blessing in terms of energy levels and health.

Taurus placement can sit around and watch tv all day if u let them. They really love TV especially movies. I notice this more with Taurus mars as well, they’re more likely to watch movies all day or binge watch shows for hours. It’s usually their happy place (and when u add food to it they’ll never leave lol)

Taurus moons usually always grew up loving fashion and clothes. Even as kids they can be very creative with the outfits the wore. They were usually too stubborn to have their mom pick out their clothes cuz they wanted a certain “look” (I’m guilt for this) they are also very fond of thrifting! Can be big shopaholics lol

Pisces moons tend to ghost ppl they’re close too with very little warning. They’ll just randomly decide to move to another state without informing anyone which can catch ppl off guard a lot. They do this especially when they feel overwhelmed with life and responsibilities. These are the hardest ppl to keep in touch with (unless you’re a love interest) they tend to put their love interests before everyone.

Pisces suns fall in love with some of the most psychotic/mentally unstable ppl ever lol. They tend to have very chaotic love life’s and tend to go for people that need some sort of mental help.

Out of all the Venus signs I feel like Taurus Venus’s have the easiest time in relationships. They tend to go for very stable people that usually treat them well. They have the ability to attract very helpful partners. (Cries in aqua Venus 🥲) however they can be more likely to take their partners for granted and don’t realize how good they have it.

Another question for other astrologers does the house of ur Venus give the same affect as the sign? Like for example ( does having a 5th house Venus give the same effect as having a Leo Venus in a way? Or is it not as strong?)

[escapedaudios]

Popular YouTubers "reacting" to audio roleplay by trying to exaggerate how cringe they think it is fucking exhausts me man. Half the time they do Cinema Sins-style commentary but from this "what if I don't like beans" point of view of just refusing to suspend disbelief and roleplay as the listener character. The commentary is always them talking back at the audio like "uh, you're not my boyfriend, actually my boyfriend's name is Steven and he's in the living room right now" or just failing to accept the premise of the video they clicked on. Acting shocked when a character kisses them and going "UHHH WHY IS HE KISSING ME". It's because you clicked on a boyfriend ASMR video tagged [kissing], that's why. Don't be dense.

It feels like they want for it to be way more cringe than it actually is, so they put on this exaggerated display, or act shocked that an audio matches its premise. This shit would be like making a video called "Reacting to Horror Movies (try not to cringe)" and being like "UHHH WHY IS THE KNIFE GUY STABBING PEOPLE???? I'M SO UNCOMFORTABLE". Man shut up. Then there's YouTubers reacting to videos that are very obviously ironic, absurdist humor and refusing to get that it's a joke. No, "Boyfriend Gets Hit By a Car [Spicy]" isn't actually supposed to be spicy, it's a joke.

These reaction videos are, for many outside of the niche, their only window into audio roleplays. Anything that has a plot that takes more than two minutes to understand is left out because they don't have the patience to watch the whole thing and only want to "react" to thirty-second clips. Anything that doesn't look like it'll make for good cringe bait is left out because they decided ahead of time that they want to cringe to it.

The whole medium is already so unfairly stigmatized and poorly understood by most people. It's so agonizing seeing this be our community's main source of free publicity. I know I've taken a few shots at cheap fluff boyfriend/girlfriend ASMR before but like, it's friendly jabbing from someone very much adjacent to them. I still understand the value that comfort roleplays have to their audiences, even if their plots aren't as deep. The whole medium-wide dismissal that these YouTubers give for some cheap reaction content on a newer medium they don't understand is actually the worst.

I need to make a video essay or something to act as propaganda for audio roleplays because the publicity we get passively could not be worse I swear to God.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ivyyyyyyyy i think a frostbite with barty and "tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "well, for starters, I'm cute." would be super adorable in your style <333 congrats again mwah

Carinaaaaa, thank you so much, love!! <333 You get me and my dramatic muse (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) I swear he’s my spirit animal in his over-the-top glory! I’m so glad you think he and my style fit well together, that means the world (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) And thank you for the congrats, mwah!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ BARTY CROUCH JR #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute."

You sigh, looking over at Barty with an eyebrow raised, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as he leans lazily against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You’re not sure what he’s done this time to drive you up the wall, but he’s certainly acting like he hasn’t just spent the last twenty minutes making it his life’s mission to be a menace.

“Tell me three reasons why I should even put up with you,” you say, arms crossed and giving him an unimpressed look.

Barty’s eyes spark mischievously, clearly ready to meet your challenge with enthusiasm. He straightens up, putting on a look of mock-seriousness as he dramatically flips an imaginary lock of hair over his shoulder, like he's about to deliver a line from a play.

“Welllllll,” he begins, drawing out the word as if he’s really contemplating it, “for starters, I’m cute.” He flashes you a grin that’s as smug as it is endearing, the corners of his mouth curving up like he’s already won.

You can’t help it—you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you cross your arms tighter. “Yeah, sure, you’re cute.”

To your surprise, Barty’s face lights up in a way that’s so genuine it makes you falter for just a second. His eyes glint with excitement, and he practically beams at you, looking like a kid who’s just been handed a massive candy bar. “Oh! So you do think I’m cute!” he practically shouts, clearly reveling in the supposed compliment.

You can’t believe how easily he’s fallen for that, and a smirk tugs at your lips. You’re not going to let him have his little victory so easily. “If by ‘cute,’ you mean overly obnoxious, a bane to my existence, an insufferable little gremlin with no respect for personal space, then yes. You’re adorable,” you say, layering each word with as much sarcasm as you can muster.

Barty gasps, clutching his chest dramatically like he’s just been mortally wounded. “How could you?!” His voice cracks as he stumbles backward, casting you a wounded look as if you’ve stabbed him with betrayal itself. He clutches an invisible wound on his chest, stumbling back to collapse onto the couch like a tragic hero in the final act of his life. “Obnoxious? A gremlin? A bane to your existence?! How could you say such hurtful things? I thought we had something special!”

By now, you’re laughing despite yourself, trying to cover your mouth as a few giggles slip out. Barty peeks from under his hand, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you, his face breaking into a victorious grin as he sees your shoulders shaking with laughter.

“See?” he says, dropping the act entirely and flashing you that ever-smug grin. “That’s reason two: I make you laugh, and you know you love it.” He wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis, looking at you with such exaggerated confidence that it’s impossible not to laugh harder.

“Oh, Merlin,” you mutter, trying to compose yourself even as he gazes at you with the utmost satisfaction. “I don’t know if I ‘love’ it, but you sure do keep things interesting.”

Barty pretends to be offended, once again clutching his chest like he’s barely holding himself together. “Only ‘interesting’? Treasure, please, don’t shortchange me,” he says, rolling his eyes in mock despair. “I’m magnificent. I’m a vision. A one-of-a-kind gem in your otherwise humdrum life. Who else brings the kind of sparkle, the absolute pizzazz, that I do?”

You try to keep a straight face as you reply, “Pizzazz? The only ‘pizzazz’ you bring is when you manage to knock over three things in a row and try to play it off like it was intentional.”

He gasps again, this time managing to look somehow even more insulted. “You think I’m clumsy?” he asks, eyes wide with faux horror. “No, no, my love, that’s just me leaving a mark on the world, showing my… my undeniably charming presence.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it now?” you reply, trying to fight back a grin. “And here I thought it was just you being a klutz.”

Barty sniffs, lifting his chin with a dignified air. “Well, I don’t expect you to understand the intricacies of my charm, Treasure. It’s a rare gift, one that mere mortals such as yourself might struggle to comprehend.”

“Rare gift?” you echo, chuckling as he leans into his own grandeur. “If anything, it’s a rare torture.”

He laughs, clearly enjoying every second of your banter. “Oh, admit it,” he says, leaning forward, “you’d be absolutely miserable without me. Who else would provide you with endless entertainment, constant compliments, and the kind of delightful companionship that I do?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to look as unimpressed as possible. “Endless entertainment, maybe. As for companionship… I think I could find quieter, less ego-inflated options.”

He gasps yet again, stumbling back into the couch as if he’s been struck. “Quieter? Quieter? How could you even suggest such a thing? The silence would be deafening, and you’d be haunted by the memory of my delightful voice, echoing in the void.”

“Haunted by your voice? That sounds more like a nightmare than a fond memory,” you say with a grin, unable to keep up the unimpressed act much longer.

Barty pauses, noticing the way you’re smiling at him, and his expression softens for a moment, a genuine glimmer of happiness slipping through his playful mask. “Alright, reason three,” he says, his voice lower and a little gentler. “I make you smile, and I know that’s worth something.”

You try to stifle your reaction, but the warmth in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to hide your smile.

“You think that counts as a real reason?” you ask, half-jokingly, even though you’re fully aware that it’s a perfectly good reason.

“Of course it does,” he says, leaning in closer with a look of triumph. “So, tell me, have I convinced you?”

You give him a long look, trying to keep your face serious but failing as a smirk creeps in. “Fine. Maybe you’re not entirely unbearable,” you admit.

He grins, looking as overjoyed as if you’d just handed him the world. “I’ll take it!” he says with a flourish, sweeping you into a dramatic bow. “It is a privilege and a pleasure to be tolerated by you.”

Laughing, you give him a playful shove. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that, Treasure.” He winks, flashing you that smug grin again, and you know, despite the constant teasing, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

the nickname 'Treasure' is taken from the lovely @ellecdc; aka the best barty writer everrr •ᴗ•

[ropebunnykant]

I just need to brag for a second and, as a fellow connoisseur of the Dramatic Stylings of Mr Kanaphan, I thought you'd get it - I've been watching reactions to ep 5 and nobody clocks that the phone call is fake until they actually see Kant outside the assassin's lair (well, a couple started wondering after Fadel's line about him finally being trustworthy followed by Style looking shifty!). But I knew before he even answered the call, all thanks to yet another tiny but fantastic moment of First Face Acting: there's a split second before he picks up where you see him look up from the phone with a sort of 'oh fuck' expression, which would make sense if it was someone like the Captain calling, but then by the time he answers he's back to normal, and it's (theoretically) Babe, so why would he have made that expression upon seeing his beloved younger bro calling? Unless it's not so much an 'oh fuck' but a 'fuck, here we go', cos the game is now on. And then that's just compounded by the exaggerated 'Huh??' he lets out, because no way that's First acting shocked - it's so OTT! That is First acting Kant acting shocked, and we all know by now that Kant is no First. And just the entire conversation after he hangs up - it's so fake! It's so Kant! The whole 'oh I couldn't possibly spoil your fun. No, I will go alone like the long-suffering martyr that I am' - said the lying liar who lies! (even if the long-suffering martyr thing actually is true - ooo yet another example of him only being able to pull off lies based in truths! Plus I would kinda love it if Kant deliberately used the younger bro in peril sob story to tug at Fadel's heartstrings, even though I think it was prob just a convenient excuse - two birds with one stone though I guess!). Sorry, this got away from me! Point is: First is amazing and he's doing SO MUCH with this role, bringing SO MUCH nuance to the table - the least we viewers can do is try and pick up what he's putting down instead of...well, let's just say I agree wholeheartedly with your impulse to take Kant away from an undeserving audience!

And PLEASE do a deep dive into the Fadel=Kant thing because yes! I was just thinking bout all the Fadel meta re. why he folded so fast and so thoroughly - years of repression etc. - and how that will most likely apply to Kant too: once he gives up the 'I'm an unfeeling mission-oriented' ghost, and resigns himself to the fact he's in love, he's gonna be sooooooooooo gone! He's gonna be the most unbearably sappy lovesick romantic loser in the whole show! And for the exact same reason - because he's spent so long denying himself. They are the same person! It's just the wrapping that's different - Kant's all glitzy gold foil with velvety ribbon flourishes while Fadel is recycled black Kraft paper, but once you tear it all off you get the same present underneath: a protective, self-sacrificing orphaned older brother trapped in a toxic and coercive dynamic with an authority figure, armed with an array of failing defense mechanisms (e.g. Fadel's coldness, Kant's dishonesty), and undone by a penchant for unhinged chaos gremlins. I hope they're reluctant bffs by the end of the show!

oh yes yes yes on the call front i was so shocked people were genuinely believing that cause i literally said in my liveblog i clocked he was lying from the exaggerated “huh??” - the points about his face right before the call too is great, like first is doing SUCH an incredible job showcasing when kant is being genuine vs when he’s lying through his teeth. and it’s like okay, i get not everyone is good at picking up on nuances and microexpressions and what not but with kant it’s not even about the small things because again he’s a BAD LIAR! first makes it so so obvious for us what kant is feeling at any given moment because it’s obviously written on his face even when he’s trying to lie. that’s why his lies that aren’t really lies work the best, because there is truth to it!

god genuinely kant is such a FASCINATING character and first is doing such an incredible job portraying him in all his nuances. and i absolutely do plan to do a deep dive into all the ways fadel and kant are exactly the same especially cause it’s crazy how different the audience reaction is to them both when again, they’re very, VERY similar characters. your description of them is honestly perfect because while their packaging may be different, it’s all the same underneath. and like bison already has kant completely wrapped around his finger, style even pointed it out, so it’s gonna be beautiful to see when he can truly allow himself to feel everything for bison :)

[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

↬ 💜 You give Clavis a taste of his own medicine, as you mess with his thighs for a change.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Thighs; Thigh kink; Light Bondage; Light Femdom; Light Dom/sub; Petnames; Dirty Talk; Not Wearing Underwear; Clothed Sex; Frottage; Dry Humping; Thigh Suspenders; Marking; Teasing; Thigh Fucking • wordcount: 2,455 • masterlist

a/n: After we gave this treatment to Jin, it's Clavis' turn. Happy Birthday, Clavis!! So let's settle it once and for all, are racks or legs better?

"Ahaha…tying my hands too, darling? Is that necessary?"

Tightening the knot as if to answer him non-verbally, you know the following hiss of pain is overdramatized, very much in Clavis' style. The knot isn't even that tight.

"Yes, it is. I'm sure I share the desire of restricting your movements for safety measures with a lot of people."

"Ah, but, none of them experience the full capabilities of those hands like you do."

You smile while you're still behind Clavis, even if you feel like he can tell you do without looking.

"So that gives me all the more reason to tie you up every once in a while, Clavis! I'll avenge them by torturing you a little in return, and the balance in the universe will be restored."

When you return in front of Clavis, you give him one long look from head to toe. You've already discarded his coat and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, leaving his chest bare so that he's fully dressed only from the waist down. His tight white trousers remain as he sits with his legs slightly parted, unable to maintain a more presentable posture with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The same can't be said about his trademark shit-eating grin though, as stripping it off his face would require more than just that.

"My, what did I get myself into? Here I thought I was being a kind and loving partner, agreeing to be played with… too bad my wife is a pervert."

"Oh poor you. You're getting a full program centered on the one thing that gets you hard in seconds and somehow you still manage to complain."

The hand you lay on his thigh emphasizes your point. Clavis' eyes bore into it for a hot second before returning to your gaze. He can probably tell that the edge to your tone is but an act, too, but can you be blamed when he's once already stated you're hot when you're mad at him? Nothing stays hidden for long from those cunning amber eyes. But he'll play into it gladly.

"Perhaps you got it wrong - while I do strongly believe the thigh is the most erotic body part there is, I meant the one of my partner. I doubt you'll get much of a reaction out of me, being put on the other end of things, hahaha!"

So confident. That's exactly what motivated you to get this far, and you're more than eager to prove him wrong.

"Then you won't mind me taking a seat here… all that talk is seriously starting to tire me off."

You make yourself comfortable on his lap, wrapping a hand around his neck as you sit sideways. Your left leg shifts over your right.

"You should've sealed my mouth too, in that case! Ahaha!"

Being close enough to practically feel his bared chest expand with the hearty laughter, you're way too interested in noting the tiniest of reactions you can get out of him to exaggerate on how right he is. Your legs shift again as you uncross them.

"Tsk, you're not the most comfortable chair there is… I see that you're not doing a good job of keeping your legs closed for me so I'll have to sit like this instead."

Without further explanation, you briefly stand up just to resume your sitting in another second - this time straddling just one of Clavis' legs. You make sure the movement is swift but slow, your bottom floating over his leg until you finally sink down on it, hands resting on his shoulders.

There is a surprise for him. He finds out in an instant.

"Forgot to put on panties, dear?"

You've waited for this moment for too long to dwell on his scary perception and whether you're too hot or too wet to give yourself away so soon. You play coy, going as far as to act surprised, lifting the hem of your dress to "check", thus flashing him a glimpse of your pussy.

"I'm afraid yes… but surely you don't mind?"

An assuring whisper of "Not at all" is fleeting by your earlobe as Clavis nudges his chin closer to the side of your face. As if to remind him you're the one in control of the distance between you, you straighten your arms, still holding onto him as your torso tilts backward, and you smirk at him. The angle shifts again when you get close anew, this time embracing him fully on. Your clit presses firmly against the rough texture of his trousers when you're arched forwards like that, and you hold onto this position. Grind down a little.

"Ah…"

Surprisingly, Clavis is the one to vocalize the first spark of pleasure that all this tension-building back and forth led to - despite that pleasure being solely yours. Curiously, you keep the movement of your hips, using the lavage of your toes that barely touch the ground.

Clavis' thigh is the perfect width to straddle and the perfect hardness to hump. Better than any pillow in the royal palace of Rhodolite. The many years spent on horseback shaped his legs to perfection, but the cushioning is still enough to not consider him boney - and frankly, you could stay right where you are forever, wasn't it for the pulsing, demanding arousal in your core. Even if you come out of tonight's naughty game with a self-indulgent orgasm only, you'd still consider yourself a winner.

"Ahhh…haha… if you're able to use them as a tool of pleasure, then maybe I can recognize the worth of my own thighs! Though, I have to remark, any arouse that comes to me now would be directly tied to the sight that you are right now, bunny."

"Mmm…that's not good… I need to hurry up and deprive you of that sight then if I want to prove anything."

Too lost in a heaven of your own making, you ride Clavis' tight, enjoying the undisturbed flow of pleasure that would otherwise be mercilessly cut off by his usual teasing - were his hands free in this moment, that's it. Setting the pace to your liking, going at it as fast as you want, you ride his thigh to your heart's content - or at least until the pleasure suddenly peaks and your body is overtaken by sweet convulsions. Clavis is not able to hold you throughout them like usual, nor to fuck you throughout them so the stars before your eyes become fireworks, but it's more than enough.

"Ah… I stained your pants, Clavis. Oops."

Still a little shaky, you lift yourself just enough to look at the place your dripping pussy was occupying just a second prior - now with two sets of eyes glued to it. The lustful haze in Clavis' gaze is more prominent now, after watching you get yourself off and not being able to lay a single finger on your form.

"I should take these off you, then."

Without the chance to be of much help, Clavis simply smiles sweetly at you as you remove his tight, cum-drenched trousers off his beautiful legs. One strand of hair too much is falling on his face now and he attempts to blow air in order to get it off his face, in a rather un-refined manner, making a hot wave rush over your body. You're totally not helping him with that if he's going to be so sexy about it, albeit irritated.

"I see that you're wearing your thigh suspenders again today."

"I do need them to keep my button-up shirt in place. Maintaining proper toilette etiquette is a part of being a model gentleman, after all."

 Running a single finger along the length of his thigh, from knee to where the fabric of his white shirt covers his warmed flesh, you hum in approval. He's always so dedicated to his looks yet he doesn't even consider how this of all things would seduce you.

Gradually, your index finger slips under the tight strap of his suspender.

You hook your finger underneath to tug it upwards as much as the elasticity of it would allow, and then release.

"Hnn-"

The impact couldn't have been that big, yet Clavis is noticeably hissing - perhaps not an indication of pain, but something else. Interested, you do the same to his other thigh, caressing both over and under the thin leather strap afterward. Slipping the tips of your fingers underneath just to enjoy how tightly it hugs the softness of Clavis' skin, you marvel at the sexiness of this otherwise uninteresting part of a gentleman's outfit.

Clavis' legs are restless despite your firm handling of them, indicating a certain impatience. Though he looked to be armed with lots of it, in the beginning. The stimuli are never close to his erogenous zones, yet the reaction is undeniable. There's even a hint of blush coloring his cheeks.

"Let's remove those, too…"

Gently, you unclip the suspenders from his shirt, taking your sweet time undoing the little buckles next. Clavis' muscles tense a little when your fingertips ghost all over the skin during your ministrations, but soon he's freed from the tight leather straps.

"Oh… there are red marks where the suspenders were…"

Curiously, you trace the reddened skin, trying to feel for the imprint lines they left on the surface. Moving on to the sides, your suspicions are confirmed as you smirk and see similar but fainter lines left by the ridges inside his trousers.

All these marks adorning his milky thighs, yet none of them belong to you.

Delicate as ever, your hands return to the top of his thighs, barely touching the skin beneath - until you angle the tips of your fingers to point downwards; press; drag down. Harshly.

"Nnh- darling- your nails-"

By the time you lift your hands, having arrived at his knees, there's evidence of where your nails grazed his skin - new marks bloom on him, lines just like the others, but those are left by none other than you. And he looks beautiful wearing them.

Your gaze lingers a little higher, and you gasp.

"Clavis, darling, are you hard?"

Looking down as if he needs to confirm the obvious, there's no trace of Clavis' usual grin. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and the way his shoulders roll, you're wondering if he's trying his restrains.

"Is it so shameful for one to feel aroused in the hands of their beloved?"

You chuckle at Clavis' words, laying your head on one of his parted legs, dangerously close to his cock that is now visibly tenting his underwear.

"Not at all. You've taught me to be honest with my desires, and I expect the same of you."

Standing up, you take note of the changes in your lover's face - and indeed, there's this hint of relief you were looking for. He thinks it's over, and that he took the damage needed in exchange for his freedom. He's wrong.

"I bet you want release?"

Following your every movement with half-lidded eyes, Clavis picks his words to reply to you carefully, you can tell. It's not until you're caressing the hair at the back of his neck gently, standing tall between his parted legs, that he finally speaks.

"I…yes."

You cease the caressing movements of your hand, instead tracing all the way across his jaw to his chin with your thumb, and over his beauty mark. The intensity of your stare is perhaps not as strong as you wish; you're softened by his beauty, by his desperation. You want to jerk him off to a satisfying culmination. You want to sit on his dick and ride him until he whimpers. Your sweet Clavis…

"Alright then, you'll get your release. Darling."

Getting your hands on the band of his underwear, you remove it in one inpatient movement, letting his cock free from its confines as it jumps in desperation. Hiking up the skirts of your dress again so they're gathered on your waist, you keep one hand steadily on Clavis' shoulder as you lower yourself, just a little. You feel his tip grazing the inside of your thigh, hot and needy, you swear you feel the faint wetness of the precome it leaks.

Carefully positioning your legs, you trap Clavis' cock between them. And you clasp your thighs.

"Ah-"

A moan of utter desperation, if you know one. But you'll need to hear more than that to make sure.

You find out the position works out even better than you figured it would, as you circle your hips. Clavis is practically unable to contribute to the lustful dance even if he wishes, with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The tiny trusts he tries to do from his pathetic position are barely doing anything, but you feel like they're more instinctual than tactic at this point. You feel his firm hardness fucking between your thighs, the pistoning glided by the slickness escaping your dripping cunt. You didn't realize how worked up you were.

Letting your skirts fall down like a veil, you find a much better job for your left hand as you find your clit under the clothing and rub down on it. For once you keep your voice down but not out of shame with Clavis' scandalous ministrations, but because you want to hear him - he's not much different than you, if not groaning louder. You can tell he's close.

"Come for me, Clavis…"

Without having to urge him on any further, by just maintaining your steady rocking back and forth with his cock squeezed thigh between your soaked thighs, you feel the telltale pulsation accompanied by low whispers of your name. Hot pumps of cum are expelled from his aching cock until they overflow and coat your thighs, and the filthiness of it all gives you a rush that culminates in an orgasm of your own; your legs nearly buckling under the intensity of the pleasure. It indeed feels like a victory.

There's nothing left to do but to claim his lap as your throne, once again. With hair falling over his eyes, breath unsteady and escaping heavy out of his agape and dry lips, and smirk completely wiped off his pretty face, your Clavis is a masterpiece. One that only you get to see, because you worked hard to produce.

And that's without even mentioning his erotic thighs that are now covered with the aftermath of both your orgasms, and with red marks of love still not faded from his skin.

At the end of his wits, Clavis raises his head with a strained smirk.

"You're going to be the end of me, my little bunny."

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rambling about social cues and stuff

im in a weird state of understanding social cues where i conceptually understand some things but dont always get it in practice.

specifically with that kind of indirect communication thing where people state something randomly and expect you to do something about it. like someone saying "are you hungry?" and expecting me to understand that means they're hungry and/or that they wanna have a conversation about it.

partially this is just cuz i be saying shit and not expecting anything to be done about. so if i say "ugh i want the windows closed" I'm mostly just Saying Shit so it perplexes me a bit when someone gets huffy about having to close the windows. cuz in my mind its like well it'd be nice if they want to close the windows, but clearly i dont care enough to get up and do it myself so why are they acting like i'm being annoying and i told them to close the windows. do u get what i mean?

and since i do just be sayin shit sometimes i dont pick up on when people are trying to communicate with me. hence the "are you hungry" i might just say "what? no." and then either forget about it or take like 30 seconds to go "oh, are you hungry? why not just say that."

but even that, which would be my full understanding, is probably not the entirety of whats being communicated. i can basically only ever get to the "the other person is probably saying that because they are hungry" thing and not much further

the fact that i understand it CONCEPTUALLY also makes me feel dumb as rocks cuz if/when it's pointed out to me i'm not really sure what to say.

like if someone says "obviously i wanted to eat, why else would i ask randomly if you were hungry?" it's like ok. in retrospect that makes a lot of sense and i don't really have a rebuttable. but in the moment i'm assuming ur just saying that ur hungry and i presume you're gonna fix that on ur own or something.

so like i can write characters who use this to communicate with each other and i understand that its using context to signal to what you want or w/e but i also miss these a lot IRL cuz IRL i assume ppl just be sayin shit and will inform me if they want something from me.

this is made complicated by the fact that i WILL sometimes get this more indirect style of communication but only if its like. really obvious/exaggerated. like if someone said loudly "GEE it sure would be GREAT if the windows were closed right now!" I think i'd be like "i see you are doing a Bit like from Stories and you are doing this bit to signify that you want me to close the windows"

BUT EVEN THEN a lot of the time my reaction to that is like. mild annoyance. like sometimes i'll close the windows to "play along" but often times if you could put in the effort to make an exaggerated show about something i dont get why you wouldnt just do it yourself. or ask me outright. anyway. this was all spurred on by watching another youtube video so link below. its about 4 minutes in where he talks about indirect communication. content warning he says the word "neurospicy" at some point which i know a lotta y'all hate lmao

[davekat-sucks]

I didn't expect my "unpopular opinion" to spark such a conversation. Honestly, troll world-building has always annoyed me in general, even in the original comic I think it's muddy and there are way too many contradictions towards itself, there's still a lot of things we plainly do not know about trolls, such as how their biology works or why they even have different sexual dimorphism for males and females even though from what we know their reproduction doesn't need it + the fact they're meant to be insects. I understand the defenses towards all of it in context, especially the fact Hussie wrote Homestuck on the fly and changed details as he went. Still, it doesn't stop being a writing issue just because he didn't think about the implications of his writing style where people who came back to the story and analyzed it would say "Wait, this doesn't make sense, I thought these concepts meant something different for the Aliens". If anything I think the trolls and Act-5-1 are the most flawed part of the early acts of Homestuck, they both really feel like Hussie's first attempt at making a whole new world with special intricacies, which isn't necessarily the problem you always have to start somewhere, but for the context of the story as a whole it won't stop being a problem. The fandom certainly amplified the issue through Flanderization as I mentioned as well, which is probably the most annoying part because it goes beyond just being silly jokes that you can ignore and say "Oh it's just a joke" to actually being a concept that needs to be explained thoroughly because god forbid we want an explanation for how Aliens work.

Trolls were a mistake. It should have been just about the human kids. If characters like Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, and Tavros(or Vriska) still need to be around, then just those four. They don't have to be trolls, they could have been humans who were part of a failed session. If the trolls part had to be implemented, then let's say humans who failed Sburb would have the chance to mutate into trolls or something. Their personality becomes worse and makes them an exaggerated version of who they once were. Body changes in reaction to how different Sburb session is compared to the actual Earth conditions. Some may have it better or worse, but all end up the same and can never succeed.

[toytle]

Anon who was trying to get into superman, back again! I took your suggestion and watched the 1978 movie, it was so fun! “Nonhuman character whose best quality is how human they are” is such a good trope 😊 (Foo fighters flashbacks haha) I do wish Clark before he goes to metropolis was a little more like his Clark Kent act, made me a little sad to remember it was just a bit 😔 I think it would be nice if his “real self” was sort of in the middle of his two lives.

I also read Gene Luen Yang’s Superman Smashes the Klan graphic novel and enjoyed it a lot. Do you have any thoughts on My Adventures with Superman? It looks very cute though I haven’t had the chance to see it yet.

Oh also, wanted to share this with you, the only thing I could picture after the 1978 movie. https://imgur.com/a/7P6tjIO

[response to this ask]

i’m so glad you liked it!! non-human characters defined by their humanity is one of my fav tropes, i knew i liked ff for a reason (said the fake jojo fan who never finished part 6 😓)

i agree, it would’ve been nice to see clark’s personal life feel more connected, but they paced it out rly well for a movie, esp an origin story! i think he exaggerates his clark kent persona fs, but i don’t think it was totally a bit either, esp w the 2nd movie—tho the sequel was also much more ridiculous, so i think everything got amped up in general. personally, i loved younger clark! to think of this gentle giant as having a bit of an arrogant personality, well… we all had our awkward teen years, right? i don’t think they’re mutually exclusive, but it is an interesting comparison

as for MAwS, i only got as far as ep6, but i don’t think it’s my thing. someone who’s further ahead can correct me, but it’s pretty much what you’d expect on the tin: superman for a she-ra or voltron audience (cartoonified anime style, interpersonal melodrama, fanfic scenarios, etc). def not a bad thing, but it just didn’t hit any of my personal interests when it comes to superman, and also anime boy-fied slade wilson was so fucking strange that i’m still reeling. i think i only ended up caring abt jimmy last i watched; lois frustrated me and clark felt empty, which are not rly opinions i’ve had for either of them before

that’s not to say that i didn’t have any fun! but i don’t think the fun moments were enough to motivate me to finish. i do hope ppl are enjoying it tho, i hope it’s a fun intro for new fans or a refreshing take for longtime ones (it has a lot of deep-cut references apparently!). maybe i should finish it some time before i rly make up my mind on anyone

and ty SO much for this image btw. so so real

in exchange, have some live reactions from my most recent donner superman rewatch:

(proof that fanfic scenarios are not inherently bad)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

sorry this doenst have to do with skeles but im curious. whats your favorite thing (idk what to call them. imagines? scenarios? headcanon sets?) that youve written so far and why?

Well, that's an easy enough ask!

My favorite type of scenarios are clearly the silly ones. I love writing humor. I can't do it often in my French original stories because they're all angsty, so I'm having fun on this blog instead :D I love to write silly characters, and that's why most of my characters are a bit cartoon-like sometimes, with exaggerated reactions and crazy things happening to them. I love writing this style. I have characters who act 100% cartoon characters by the way, like Dune, and others that are a mix of realistic and goofy, mostly like the Undertale characters.

My close second favorite, without any surprise I guess, is angst. I'm an angst writer, both in my fan fiction and original projects, that's what I do best. I often joke saying I'm feeding from my reader's tears but that's not totally false either. I love finding new ways to torture characters I love.

I also love headcanons that pushes me out of my comfort zone and challenge me. Romance is the hardest to write because I don't like to read it or write it, but it's often challenging so I end up liking it in the end.

I'm not very difficult. I've been writing for like 18 years now, so I love to write a bit of everything, that's what's fun!

[wellthatwasaletdown]

I've read hilarious tags to a tweet (that was posted on tumblr): Don't think Harry Styles likes dressing like that. Looks miserable in pics. Probably is like hey man can I wear a suit or something. maybe a big t-shirt Pete Davidson gets to wear big stinky shirts. And his handler is like nah you're a fake gay guy gotta wear fake gay guy clothes

The tags (and some replies): -he exists so straight people can be allies without actually being allied to any queer people /hj -Hey yeah the issue is not that he isn't wearing ""man clothes"" the issue is that he looks like shit and it feels incredibly performative to everyone except you fans. -the issue is that his music is bad. if he was putting out bangers no one would gaf how he looks. You know who never got this kind of reaction for wearing a dress? kid cudi. cause man puts out bangers -its what happens when you only achieve level of solo fame by being part of a wattpad ship -I just saw you rb the diamond jumpsuit and he looks so uncomfortable it gave me sympathetic dysphoria. Like legitimately he looks like he's desperately closeted, but like for cishet people. He looks like want transphobes think we do to people. Like those shitty alt right political cartoons of like 'in 2030 everyone will be forced to be queer at gunpoint'. Lazer sniper sight glinting off his diamanté encrusted extra nipple -sure he's fighting gender norms but the gender norms are winning -he looks like a very boring conservative man's idea of a gay man. Like whatever he's made some good music and he seems like an alright person. But I cannot find it in me to be happy for him. He looks manufactured -Literally like you look at the photos of 70's glam rock stars and like. Not only are they rocking it but they seem to be beyond comfortable in it in that 'this is me' way. Styles looks as if he'd kill for a pair of khakis and a hoodie -Dude the logic around Harry has fully switched. First it's 'oh no management isn't allowing him to be gay' and now it's 'omg he's acting gay only because his pr team told him to -Why do Harry Style stans try to suck your eyes out of your skull if you criticize him? Celebrity culture makes me wanna self immolate lol I am saying that's just him trying to be more special than his designated bland pop singer for straight girls niche


Said in a server last night he looked like he just came in straight from a cke binge. Then said he looked like that hairy pink dancing creature with that silver look 😭 
He just always looks like sht man…you're rich. I know you can afford to challenge gender roles and dress well Wearing the ugliest rompers w his nips out just aint cutting it


LMAO he looks SO sad in the diamond jumpsuit people have been comparing it to their pre transition pics

-fake pretentious c*nt. *untalented -he really is just some guy being forced to be a gay icon mf showed up looking like a batman villain -Nah i was directioner and harry biased then and he always dresses like that. But yeah i agree his stylists and producers say for him to exaggerate and pretend he is the modern david bowie when in fact he is just a boyband soloist lmao hes in my top 5 on spotify for the past million years TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE

-if 2021 target pride collection was personified.

-this is exactly how my 62 y/o mom talks abt him lmaoooo. Liike she HATES him she thinks he’s a total phony and finds him an insult to the lgbt community#best ally tbh gotta love her

-I've literally been saying this like he’s just doing this for the money but for how long 😭😭 -ite transtrender but for gay people

-ok. there was this huge ass paper thing full of his new cd in the middle of my favourite record shop. Making the already small store even more cramped. so fuck him#there you go i <3 being a hater

-he’s literally not gay. if he was i’d become homophobic

(Sorry if some of them are too rude, I have hard time discerning bc I don't speak to many people on the internet and don't know fully what's the proper etiquette)

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[loserlvrss]

｡ ｡ 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 ( 심.𝐉𝐘 )─────엔하이픈

( 七月 ). ──you had hated jake since you were kids but, you weren't kids anymore, were you? 심재윤 &fem!rea. ⟡ one shot, hurt-comfort warn. language, argument, ment. of trauma & mental health wc : 2354THOU ++( 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 ??, 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉-𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 )

노트 come collect ur man from out my head

he was annoying.

he annoyed you. he pushed your buttons so well it took everything within you to fight off an outburst. you hated him. no, you loathed him. he was the arch nemesis in your fantasy novel. the pebble in your shoe. the sand on wet feet. the warm side of your pillow. he was everything you knew you didn’t want in your life.

but, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

it had started years ago, back when you were just a little kid in elementary school and this shaggy haired boy was paired with you in hopscotch. you didn’t protest at the time, but oh should you have, because you weren’t aware of the can of worms it would open in your life—the container of sparkles you were still finding in undesirable places; by the name of jake sim.

it was bordering an obsession.

but, in reality, all he was obsessed with was your reaction; the way your face would flush when you heard his annoying voice; the way your body would tense under his annoying gaze; the way your blood boiled when his annoying laugh rang through the air; the way your fingers dug crescents into your palms when his stupidly-white teeth would show themselves for another classmate; the way your stomach would turn when he'd brush his stupidly-styled hair from his face. or bite his annoying lips. or crack his stupid knuckles. or stretch and reveal his stupid abs.

he made you so sick. so fucking nauseous that you couldn’t stand being around him for more than a few minutes at a time.

he was so egotistical. so cocky. so adored and admired by just about anything that breathed.

so why’d he choose to follow you around like a lost puppy? even after you had screamed and cried at him to leave you alone—all those years ago now—to go about his perfect fucking life and leave you to yours.

why’d he, of all people, have to bother you?

you tried so hard to ignore the everlasting presence behind you, and if you and jake didn’t happen to be neighbors you would’ve started sprinting. but, it was july and nobody really wants to run in the scorching heat. especially not you, and jake played soccer so it would've been no use trying anyways.

you had exited your house, preparing to walk to the gas station instead of deal with your parents outbursts about god knows what, when perched on the front lawn in front of you was none other than someone you really didn’t want to see either. and, for a moment you thought he was going to give up his annoying-you act as he didn’t trail you for a good couple of strides. but, that was short lived as you saw the man take off from his porch, causing you to grumble and cross your arms.

you kept your chin high, not acknowledging jake in hopes that it would steer him away; because he liked to get a rise from you. and, if you took that away, he wouldn’t have a reason to bother you. the plan was fool-proof in reality… well, at least it should’ve been.

jake kept following you, all the way into the drink isle of the gas station. he even went as far as grabbing your favorite and shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans—but you weren’t in the mood, and frankly you were far past angry; at ur parents, at the heat, at yourself.

but, not at jake and, for that you didn’t know why.

he was everything that annoyed you, but he was also the only thing that stayed consistent—and that was oddly comforting—because you knew that if only you looked around jake would be there in some form or not.

like the stars in the sky, the wind through air, the smell of sea water, and over exaggerated accents; jake was there, within them all. and, somewhere along the way it all stopped being the vain of your existence.

you weren't kids anymore, and the petty competition between you two had ceased some time ago, which only left room for something else to bloom; something far from those two kids on the hot asphalt.

you rolled your eyes at him. "why won't you just leave me alone?" he shrugged in response, going off to the isle with snacks, but you weren't hungry. sick, actually. so, so sick to your stomach at the very thought of actually thinking fondly of the one thing you're supposed to hate with all your will. you were convinced you were going to be buried with a rotting heart, but even the slightest twinge from his stupidly-pretty lips melted your ice-cold feelings.

you paid for the drink, no longer seeing the boy. a sigh (of relief?) left your lips when you exited the station. you scouted the place, only the scorchingly bright sun reflecting off peoples cars as they filled up. no sight of the man who trailed you here—

wait, why were you looking for him?

you told yourself it was to make sure you got away before he came out—you wanted a peaceful walk back with your drink, and thoughts, not a puppy-like man. but, you knew deep down you also craved the comfort he seemed to bring whenever he was around. and, maybe it was especially needed now but, you began to walk anyways, prepared to ignore him some more if need be.

it was better that way, that’s what you had to tell yourself. that’s what you’ve always told yourself.

it was better you stay away from everyone. you were content with yourself, weren't you?

that's what you were always programmed to believe, anyways.

"miss me that much, y/n?" it should've been dangerous how fast you spun on your heels. he smirked. "that's why you were looking, isn't it?"

you scoffed to his face, cracking open the drink in your hand and taking a long swig. "absolutely not." you leveled your head again, humphing and turning back around to begin walking.

you were always two peas in a pod, and petty respected petty.

it was like a game you two played without rules, no start, and definitely no end. it was the unspoken regular, no peace when you were in each others presence. if you weren't at each others throats then hell had to have frozen over, one of you died, or anything of the sort.

you wanted to tell him to stop following you but, whether you did or not, he still lived across the street. he had just as much a right to walk this street as you did. but, you were still annoyed.

and, on your shared (desired or not) walk, you couldn't help the emotions welling up within you. everything was just getting a little too much for you to keep bottled inside. first it was the migraine you woke up to after staying up half the night studying for a future you weren't even sure you wanted to have. then, it was the yelling between and by your parents; about what? you still weren't even sure. but one thing you were sure about was the tears that began to prick your eyes. you tried so hard to swallow them down with the drink, but even with your head tilted back, they fell. and, just like your game, they showed no sign of stopping.

you needed something, however you never knew what it was, just always slightly out of reach. you felt incomplete, hallow, empty. but, what made you worthy of being sad; you had everything.

it angered you. however, you were just like your parents, weren't you? never knowing how to express yourself healthily. they told you what was expected and you followed like it was a goddamn marionette show. your whole life was planned before you even spoke your first word; be top student. be well liked. be nice. be pretty. be in clubs. don't make friends. don't talk back. and, don't fucking cry.

you felt a gentle hand pull you back, and out of your thoughts. you blinked a couple of times, trying to de-blur the splotched scene.

you must've not realized how loudly you were crying. "are you okay?" jake asked. you'd never seen concern on him before—it was something you weren't sure you'd actually ever seen—and, you were supposed to hate it?

you weren't sure of that anymore either.

your brain wasn't working as his eyes met your tear-filled ones, but everything still boiled over like you were sat on the back burner.

"stop it!" you shouted at him, throwing your wrist from his hand. "stop fucking following me!" and suddenly you were back in middle school—the only other time he had seen you cry—screaming the same thing at him in the middle of the playground. "stop trying to be around me! i hate you! stop playing this stupid game! you're annoying, okay! i hate your stupid laugh, and stupid smile, and stupid hair, and stupid everything! stop liking me! you make me so fucking sick, jake! i can't stand you, okay? you win, for gods sake!"

his eyebrows creased, but he didn't back down from your words. actually, he got closer, and you swear your breath hitched. but, before he got a chance to reply to anything another wall went up, and you practically whispered. "...let's j-just stop, jake." through a broken voice; utterly defeated. "i'm tired."

tired of feeling like you had lost all control over yourself. tired of hating everything you're supposed to be grateful for. tired of being so goddamn tired and confused. tired of being angry and frustrated. tired of romanticizing the late night mock-exams and good grades. tired of being friendless. tired of being fake. tired of being molded into an emotionless vessel. tired of being the class president and always-too-busy girl. tired of being you. tired of being alone.

and, so tired of pretending to hate the one person who never let you get too far away from him.

"i-i'm okay, okay?" you sighed, wiping your cheeks with your forearm and hand. "i'm fine!" you mocked a smile. "just go home, jake."

maybe it was because, ever since the moment he was paired with you, you were never able to convince him of your perfect lifestyle. your plastic covered couches and white piquet fences. and, when he moved across the street it's like he could see through all your lies even better.

"are you really okay?" he asked, knowing you were only telling him an otherwise well-sold tale (to everyone else, at least).

you huffed angrily. "yes! so, just leave me alone now, okay? go back to your school friends, and soccer team, and loving parents, and brother. get out of my life, please—i hate you! i hate you so much—how many times do i have to tell you this?"

his voice was soft yet well-defined. "until you mean it."

his words echoed so painfully loud inside your head, taking you aback. he'd never spoken to you like that. he'd never said something other then teasing comments and pushes to get you to roll your eyes at him. he had never been more than the thorn in your back; the one side of your stuffed-up nose; the one question of a test you had to guess on; he was never more than someone who liked to pull pranks on you to get a rise. never more than jake sim: your relentless enemy.

so, why was your heart thumping with something more than anger and frustration?

you knew the answer deep down through your rising stomach bile. your nausea. you knew it was because he was everything you needed, and that's why he made you so sick.

you hated that he could see through you like a goddamn window. you hated how he wouldn't run away. you hated how he could watch you cry. you hated how he'd look at you. you hated how you didn't even want him to actually leave. you hated how you looked for him in the simplest things. you hated how he was consistency in an ever-evolving world. you hated how he was supposed to be the one thing you hated. you hated how you craved a stupid-smile from him. you hated how attractive his stupid-hair looked. you hated how you desired to hear his stupidly-tuneful laugher. you hated him and his extensive knowledge on you. you hated that you didn't even hate him—no, you actually loathed him so fucking much that somewhere along the way, you loved him.

you loved him so much, and that's why you hated him.

you hated that you couldn't have him. you hated that he was always the something that was just slightly out of reach. you hated that he knew you didn't hate him. you hated that he didn't even hate you for it. you wanted him to, and that's why you hated him first.

maybe, in reality you knew it wouldn't have hurt less either way, but it was the path you chose—had chosen for you—and turning back now wasn't something in your sights. you only had one option.

"i hate you."

his hands found your cheeks, forcing you to look into his stupidly-pretty eyes. you didn't even protest, knowing not-so-far past surface level that you wanted to give in. "well, i love you."

you wanted him to hold you. you wanted him to kiss your tears away. you wanted him to be the man you could run across the street to when things got tough. you wanted his comfort. you wanted him to tell you it would all be okay. you wanted to be his comrade, not his enemy. you wanted him to fix your broken heart and mind—stick you back together with glitter-glue. you, truthfully, wanted him as much as he wanted you.

and, that's what you hated the most; jake—the only silver lining in your life—sim. the man you're supposed hate, but love.

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Put On Your Raincoats | The Affairs of Janice (Colt, 1976)

This review contains mild spoilers.

The mix of overheated marriage melodrama and grimy '70s horror porno is so intriguing that I'm willing to give this a slight recommendation even if I don't think it works all that well. This is directed by and stars Zebedy Colt, from whose Terri's Revenge and The Devil Inside Her I previously enjoyed and which continue to grow in my esteem. Neither movie is terribly erotic, but both have an off kilter energy that give the proceedings a certain charge. This one starts off promisingly, first with a Sunset Boulevard style introduction, and then presenting us with an artist husband increasingly resentful of his more sexually successful wife, who opts to insult him at every opportunity. As she says in one of many juicy lines in the overly literate dialogue: "George can't swim a stroke. The only way George is going to drown is in a bottle of gin."

The problem is that Colt has never seemed interested in making sex seem appealing, and that comprises the bulk of the sex scenes in this movie. Aside from a kinkier scene between Annie Sprinkle and Ras Kean, the former of whom is always a welcome presence in these things and the latter of whom bears an unfortunate resemblance to one of a certain former president's sons, most of the scenes outside of the climax are fairly vanilla and depicted in a pretty boring, straightforward way, with minimal stylization. (We get a bit of blurring during a lesbian scene, and some slack cutting to Colt's reaction during a threesome.) There's little of the ickiness or weirdness of those other movies' sex scenes that make them work in the context of their respective narratives. ("The sex isn't weird enough!", he complained after watching a billion pornos.)

I also think the movie's environment does no favours for its intended tone. This looks to have been shot in the same country house Colt often shot in (and I believe owned), and the airy, relaxed atmosphere of this property does not complement the overcooked melodrama playing out. You can see this same property better complement the folk horror atmosphere of The Devil Inside Her, or the way a crumbling urban environment gives Terri's Revenge a sense of claustrophobia. And both those movies star Terri Hall, whose unusual screen presence gives them a certain unpredictable energy. Here, Crystal Sync is enjoyable enough as the bitchy socialite wife, but while I normally like C.J. Laing, I don't think she's able to carry the movie, and the conventional sex scenes put her talents for rough stuff to waste. ("The sex isn't unpleasant enough!", he complained again.)

That being said, things pick up in the climax. We get Colt falling apart, punching a wall so his hand bleeds, and then moping around his studio, his work towering over him so as to exaggerate his growing derangement. We get murder by leather cuffs and lead body paint and also by brutal unconscious fisting, acts presented with substantially more charge than any of the earlier sex scenes. And we get a newspaper montage and superimposed spookery to tie up the plot. The execution of this stretch doesn't match the forcefulness of the climax of The Devil Inside Her, with its kinky filter-heavy lightshow freakout, but there are interesting aesthetic ideas here, perhaps enough to save the movie if you can wait out the more trying earlier sections.

[lcandothisallday]

i thought of another cute concept!! i like jack x artist scenarios so much so what if the reader gets the opportunity to work with harry styles on a song and jack gets super jealous. and she’s like “i was happy for you when you got to work with kanye” and he’s like “yea but i’m not in love with kanye” and jack’s just nervous cause he knows you used to have the biggest crush on harry growing up & the thought of you guys doing something as intimate as writing a song together scares him. 🥺

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Silly Childhood Crush - Jack Harlow x reader

“I still can’t believe you’re going to be working with Harry fucking Styles!” your best friend exclaimed. “Do you not realize how big that is?!”

You giggle and take a sip of your drink in hand as you leaned on the kitchen island. “It’s insane I know. I'm really excited.”

Meanwhile, Jack could hear the conversation from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Your best friend leans in closer to you and motions to Jack discreetly with her head. “How was his reaction to it?”

You furrow your brows at the question, finding it slightly odd. “He was happy for me...I think? I don’t know. I didn't exactly analyze his reaction,” you chuckle.

“Honestly...” she began. “He seems like the jealous type.”

Later that night as you’re getting ready for bed, applying your moisturizer and all, you choose to test out your friend’s theory to see if Jack really was jealous or not. “So...I think I might have to go to LA next week to meet with Harry.”

Jack had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. “Okay,” was all he replied.

You raised your brows and watched as he turned off the lights to the bathroom and made his way to the bed, taking purchase on it and instantly reaching for his phone. You slowly make your way to the bed, biting your lip as you laid next to him and pushed his phone down. “How come you’re not excited for me?” you frowned. “I was happy for you when you got to work with Kanye,” you stated matter of factly. 

This caused Jack to scoff. “Yeah--except I'm not in love with Kanye.”

“I’m not in love with Harry,” you say strictly which caused Jack to let out a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah right--why you acting like you don't screenshot every new picture you see of him,” he pointed out. “I swear you've got more pictures of that man on your camera roll than you do of me,” he mumbled.

You throw your head back in a groan. “Babe--thats so exaggerated. You’re being ridiculous right now,” you tsk, shaking your head. 

Jack shrugged and looked away, “yeah guess I’m a goofy motherfucker then,” he deadpanned with an unimpressed look. “I’d just rather you not work with him, that’s all.”

“This is such a once in a life time opportunity, Jack! He hasn’t collabed with anyone. There’s not a single collab in any of his two solo albums and if I'm the first--then this can be huge for my career,” you explain. “Especially with how big he is. C’mon--I wouldn’t ask you to say no.”

Jack shook his head and ran a hand through his curls. “Baby--you just don't get it.”

You reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “You’re jealous...its normal--”

“I’m not jealous,” he interrupted you, the frown set on his face. “Writing music together... it’s an intimate thing...it’s how we fell in love Y/N...how do you expect him not to fall for you like I did?” he sighed.

You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips, moving your body so that you can straddle his waist, your hands coming up to cup his jaw. “I’m flattered that you think Harry Styles is gonna fall in love with me but that’s simply not gonna happen,” you laughed. 

Jack groaned, “baby this is not funny--us working together was the reason I fell for you--”

“Except I wanted you to fall for me,” you say confidentially with a smirk.

You dip your head down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “J--nothing’s gonna happen because you’re all I want,” you reassure with a smile once you pull away, your thumb stroking his cheek. “I know I fuck around a lot and joke about growing up loving him but its just that. Just a stupid,” you peck his pouty lips, “silly,” another peck, “childhood crush that means nothing anymore,” you conclude.

Jack nods before he lets out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, almost ashamed at himself for how he acted. It was childish of him to get jealous over an opportunity that could help excel you career so much. He should’ve known better consider he was constantly in the same position.

“Don’t apologize. I love you and you only. Come with me if you can,” you suggest. “You can meet him and I want you to be there with me anyway...so you can make sure he doesn’t fall in love with me,” you tease, causing the brunette man to scoff playfully and laugh.

“Oh fuck off.”

You giggle some more before your fingers slip under Jack’s black fitted t-shirt, feeling his soft skin as your head leaned in to place soft kisses to his neck. “Now can I show you just how much you mean to me?” you mumble in question against his skin. 

His breath gets caught in his throat and the only thing he manages to do at that moment is nod, already getting hard at the thought of you showing your love.

You smile and begin kissing down his neck, then his chest, your hands moving to the band of his joggers as you shuffle your body down a bit for better access to his mid section. “Relax--wanna make you feel good.”

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ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

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RAHU

A DEEP DIVE

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(Some of my information that I have shared here has been discussed in my previous posts but you can look at this post as collection of all those informations connected to Rahu)

(This post is quite LONG also like a conversation to you guys so I'm not always on the topic. I talk about things connecting to eachother but trust they aren't boring. So please save if for later.)

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Bad, Evil, Rachet, Trickster, Fear Inducing, Horrible, Downfalls, Extreme and Obsession.

Are some of the words that are always in Synonym with Rahu.

Why's that?

(Also I'm gonna refer to Rahu as Him because that's how I connect with him)

Rahu has always been this feared shadow planet. This evil entity that everyone runs away from. Specially in India, if an astrologer says "Your Rahu Dasha is coming up"

The first reaction of anybody would be "wait..am I doomed?"

Why did this image of Rahu took place in the first place?

Well, we gotta look back to early days. When Sages had attached Particular meanings to "Good" and "Bad".

Materialism was looked down upon, while Spirituality was always seen as the "Goal" of life. Rahu being a significator of Materialism hence was given a bad image.

And ofc , as years passes on so does an information. But in an exaggerated form. We humans do have a tendency to exaggerate information EVEN UNKNOWINGLY. We all have our own form of Information and spice to it, and we pass it.

Even if Rahu was seen as mildly malefic and bad in early days. I wouldnt doubt that over the years he had his bad rep spread across even in more exaggerated fashion.

That being said, coming to the current status. Rahu is extremely feared. And at times some astrologers would even charge their clients more out of this misguided fear they have about Rahu.

I also want to discuss how many astrologers also suggest to undertake certain Poojas (worshipping practices) to give Shanti to the planets. Meaning, to Calm down/or give peace to the Planets. So that they give "positive" results and erase the "bad" results.

I want to make a REQUEST. If you ever see an astrologer suggesting you to undertake any worshipping practices to "Calm" down your malefic Planets. -- DONT.

(I see such practices taking place for Saturn and Rahu alot..)

The calming process would not only calm down the bad effects but also the good ones. Putting the planet into a sleep like state and almost invisible in its work towards you.

Rather make active changes in your life style. Yes. Making changes in your lifestyle can help you LOADS. I hope you understand that it's not just planets effecting you. BUT YOU effecting the planets back too and direct how they act towards you. The energies are in constant communication. Its NOT one way.

For example, if you want to make your Saturn be better. Make a routine, Help others, Give food to the need, Take care of your Hair. Etc.

This can change Saturn's energy towards you and make him work in favour of you for the best.

Coming back to Rahu-!

Rahu is this mobile phone that you are holding right now. Rahu is the internet that's letting you access this page you are on. Rahu is the building you are in right now. Rahu is those highrise towers, Rahu is those bridges. Rahu is this constant curiosity, if directed right EXPLODES in success and is constantly breaking boundaries. Rahu is "Development".

A planet that works like a signifier for all those things that are literal achievements for us as humankind happens to be the most feared of all. Ironic? Isnt it?.

Weirdly also Saturn, which is quite opposite to Rahu's "breaking boundaries" kinda deal is also feared. We seem to be hating on two extremes, I mean that's good, but ironically we humans are always on the extremes ourselves.

(Just a thought)

Anyways..

If I begin to start with what Rahu is in one word. That would be "Teen"

Rahu is legit a Teen. It's a Teen that needs direction. An excited Teen that is explosive in his expressions. Gives back what you give him. Rebels when he feels like it. Is funny in nature. But can give fruitful results if directed towards right.

Rahu is neither good or bad. Rahu is an energy that walks according to YOU. Yes, your chart will determine how this little Teen will work in your life but,. But. Hey. Dont forget it's not one way. Rahu is in communication with you. You can redirect his energy in better direction, honestly.

Rahu is very progressive and is a very energetic/jumpy(?) energy. Hence it needs constant channeling in some way or the other. Restlessness can be quite common when in Rahu Mahadasha or Anatardasha, often you'll think about "I wanna do something" "i wanna start something" "I wanna invest somehwere" "I wanna travel pls take me somehwere". This is quite common. But because of this constant push from rahu for doing something people who are quite lost in life and struggle in decision making can direct his energy towards tricky things, you need to know how to control his energy in such situations. Overindulgence is very common, investing too much in stocks without much of thoughts into it and drug addiction can be common too.

Rahu is ruler of foreign. Stagnation is something rahu might run away from. So trying out new things, new activities (WITH GUIDANCE and RIGHT KNOWING) is a must done thing. He loves progressiveness.

To balance Rahu you need to focus on Ketu. I cant stress on this enough. This is similar to what you must've heard about your SN and NN (your nodes). Becoming spiritual helps Rahu to not totally lose its energy in one way. Passing it to over to Ketu a bit can help create a balance in your rahu.

People with Rahu and Ketu prominent in their charts. Have big dreamy eyes, they are hypnotic in sense. It's like they'd suck you in. Why is that?

It's because expansiveness of these planets. These peoples also happen have big plump lips and very feminine like features to them. Because, Rahu is feminine in nature.

This is something I recently came across on how Rahu is instead very feminine and expresses itself in very very feminine fashion, Taurus and Libra vibes honestly. Its love for beauty, fashion, materialistic things, money speaks for itself . And honestly can be called as sister planet to Venus here.

(EXPECT AN ENTIRE UPCOMING POST ON THIS, I'll explain how Rahu-Venus Nakshatra individuals had alot to do with Art together and how the relations are made)

Heading on..

Rahu has sense of duality, as I just channeled, Rahu is very experimental and doesn't like to fit in "one" thing. He plays around with his energies and often I believe is why someone's Rahu aspecting 7th house, or having connection to 7th lord or prominent in Navamsha makes them someone who is most likely to be part of LGBTQ+ and date foreigners, or if uncontrolled/badly aspected these people can also fall into dating alot of people and as well as having obsessive tendencies in/with relationships and can also result in cheating or being cheated.

Hence why Rahu does amazing with Mercury (planet known for its duality and also a representative half man/half woman, falling in between and not falling in particular term)

Rahu with Mercury becomes this intellectual that understands this world quite well. And hence know how to manipulate things into their favour for good. I've noticed North node/Rahu in Gemini are such??? Good??? Dual Players??? They are some very good diplomats. But this can go extreme in bad if their mercury energy is not channelized well. Mercury is a trickster and so Is Rahu hence entire situation CAN be tricky ahah-

But if you guys also have Mercury and Rahu in gemini sitting Haha.. I guess you'll be quite successful if you take right directions. coughs BUSSINESSMEN cought

This brings me to the fact that Rahu takes on the energy of the planet its sitting in with and explodes it. The planets its sitting in with hopefully should be in good condition itself. Hence Rahu is best preferred if it's sitting alone. Abd specially in the basis of fame, Rahu alone is best preferred.

Rahu-Sun and the Degree games.

Rahu with sun becomes tricky honestly. Eclipse. You see? Rahu's a Shadow planet, so conjuncting planet like Sun SPECIALLY within 6 degrees, its said that the Sun is now eclipsed by the Rahu's Shadow. (Lunar Eclipse is associated but Ketu and Solar, by Rahu) Mhm, but there is a degree play here for it to be ACTUALLY eclipsing the planet. We all are aware that Rahu and Ketu or the Nodes are ALWAYS in retrograde. Meaning they travel backwards than other planets, so seeing that. Let's say your Sun is at, um 18°. And your Rahu is at let's say 19°. The conjunction is close yup, but you see here Rahu is REACHING the sun. I mean Rahu goes backwards right, so when it Reaches the sun. It can be said that the Eclipse is happening. Meaning, Rahu now is putting a shadow on Sun, hence issues with Father, distance with father, identity issues? Issues with law can hover around.

BUT! If your Rahu is at 17° it means that it has now CROSSED the Sun, so the eclipse is NOT occurring. Meaning now Rahu is going to explode Sun's characteristics and Support it as it's NOT hindering Sun's shine anymore. And hence the "Negative" effects of Rahu wont be seen as Rahu's shadow has CROSSED the sun and isn't effecting it anymore. But instead is affecting it quite positively. Rahu working as an exploser and also quite dominant planet now as it's at the "lower" degree. (To clarify I've said before, that planets that are at lower degree are dominant in the conjunction and has more of a say in the behaviours/outcome of that conjunction) but dont forget, Rahu is STILL following Sun's footsteps.

And also by "Negative" effects of Rahu, I by no means mean to say that Rahu possess natural negative effects. I'm just saying Rahu is shadowing and hindering Sun's shine.

Ways you can positively direct Rahu

(ima just copy paste from my previous post and add more BECAUSE ITS 3AM PLS) THE POST .

🖤 0% VERBAL ABUSE, look not gonna lie idk what it is but I've already explained Mercury and Rahu's connection and how similar they are. Rahu also likes the energy of Gemini, i believe he just likes to not mess with things his fav sign represents LMAO jokes apart but stop with bad tongue or your Rahu gonna not direct itself well it, turns his energy wayyyy off.

🖤 Have your Sun "eclipsing" your Rahu?, Got a remedy for you. If you feel like you have issues with your father figure/authority. Try understanding their perspective at some point. I know that's hard, but just "Trying" can give out a positive engery ATLEAST from your side.

🖤 KEEP YOUR TOILETS CLEAN -

🖤 Dont wear torn shoes and stuff like that disturbs your Rahu as well as Saturn's flow in your life.

🖤 Surroundings should be clean, As I said Rahu explodes the energy. And there is a constant communication. You create energy of messiness in your room, rahu gives back more messiness in your surroundings in general.

🖤 Following other people's advices during rahu can be beneficiary. Also of people who you trust, like mom and dad or anybody older in age.

🖤 Not thinking before actions (Look , Rahu is a trickster. He sometimes likes to trick you for test purposes only so you can grow and be stronger. Now its up to you if you dont think through things and or fall for his tricks)

🖤Traveling Empowers your Rahu. He loves the energy of it. No you dont gotta travel abroad (Though he will create circumstances for you to travel again and again if your positions in chart agree to it). But only if you just go around the block and meet new people,if not that, study about different cultures and so and different things that’s outside your comfort zone.

🖤 Feed Cats,Take care of them or if you love Cats just get one😭. But feed some here and there if you find any. Rahu rules Cats. Ketu Rules the Dogs. Feeding Dogs during Ketu’s dasha helps. Take care of them.

🖤 Be spiritual and Nice to others. Rahu is materialistic but you also gotta balance that Ketu to balance both of their energy as whole or else you just gonna get sucked in to only one way.

🦚 GREAT REMEDY FOR RAHU IS ALSO PEACOCK FEATHER 🦚

Examples..

🦚If you have Rahu in first, touch your body with a peacock feather 7 times.

🦚If you have in 3rd, Keep it in your office or so.

🦚If in 2nd, keep it your money area.

🦚If in 4th, keep in your house in general. Etc.

I hope through this post, I was able to clear some misconceptions and confusions about our shadow teen, Rahu and also If you have any stories, thoughts etc to share, comment below to let me know I'd love to hear all of your sides.I am so grateful for all your support. I love you guys. Bless your hearts.

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