#poor chacha

[difeisheng]

wow they stumbled into the polyamory dynamic real quick on this one

[il-miele-che-scrive]

you know what people are saying when a girl gets cheated on? go for his brother.

a/n not tryna offend anyone, I just love a lil drama

Part 2 here

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username1 Miss Y/n Y/l/n getting cheated on? No one is safe fr

↳username2 Yeah cuz how's he casually cheating on a literal goddess??

username3 they were together for almost 2 years😭

username4 My therapist will hear about this

↳username1 And Arthur is paying the bill

username5 that's it I'm NEVER trusting a man

username6 Isn't that girl Y/n's friend too? Poor girl getting cheated on twice

↳username3 yes it is 😭 guess Arthur got it from his brother

username7 Except Charles didn't cheat 😭 he's a homie hopper but he got morals

username8 I don't worry about Y/n, she's gonna find a new bf, but she wasted almost 2 years on him

yourusername excuse my state i'm as high as your hopes

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username2 Miss girl about to enter her hoe phase

↳username3 As she should tbh

charlottesiine Lots of fun last night🤍

↳yourusername nothing will beat an ex wags night out

↳username2 best ex wags fr 😭

yoursister Next time I'm going too to keep an eye on you wtf

username4 Wait so Y/n and Charlotte are friends? When did this happen?

↳username5 Yeah cuz we've never seen them hang out back when ChaCha was a thing and suddenly the girls are partying together?

↳username6 I mean it could be just a "we both suffered a Leclerc so let's hang out" kinda thing

username5 WE BOTH SUFFERED A LECLERC 💀 no okay but that's valid

username7 Am I the only one noticing this post was liked by Charles?

↳username2 He knows his lil bro messed up lmao

username8 Okay guys so what are we betting on - did Charles like this post because of Y/n or because of Charlotte? Also, isn't he in a relationship?

↳username3 Charles has been single for a few months now, he's free to like whoever he wants lmao

↳username9 It's just a like it's not that deep

arthur_leclerc You were my cup of tea but I drink vanilla latte now

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username1 The AUDACITY some men have

username2 and she was her best friend 😭

username3 I really want to believe they broke up before he got with the best friend but I don't think it's true

↳username4 Y/n and Arthur literally attended Charles' race a few days before we got the pics of Arthur with the other girl

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yourusername you don't mean nothing at all to me

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yoursister And I didn't even have to stop you from calling your ex

↳yourusername why would I even wanna call him anyways

yoursister Riiight, you were too busy getting to know some other interesting people:)

username1 What is Y/s/n talking about?

↳username2 Or rather WHO is she talking about?

username3 No Charlotte in the post but Charles is in the likes again 😶

↳username4 Have you seen what this one gossip page posted? Charles being in the likes isn't the thing I'd worry about here

username5 WHAT.

username3 Care to elaborate?

username4 Charles was also at the club with Y/n. It honestly looks like it was organized by a friend of his and he took Y/n there

username2 OH

username2 That's what Y/s/n is talking about

username5 Our girl Y/n is getting promoted from F2 to F1 and I love to see that

↳username6 LMAO it's so funny because it's true 😭

↳username2 Do we know who else was at this party?

username4 Allegedly the party was organized by Gasly, so obviously there was his gf Kika, but also some fellow drivers like Albon, Russell, Sainz, Ocon, Ricciardo and their gfs

username5 I was joking but now it looks like Y/n is actually becoming an F1 wag now lol

username7 Gossip girl on wheels I've been saying it for months

username8 But the caption SLAPS

↳username9 no because it looks like Y/n and Arthur are having a caption war lol it's funny

username8 It's childish but let a girl heal from a heartbreak in peace

yourusername karma will take it from here

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username1 MISS GIRL?? WHO IS THE MAN??

↳username2 We all know it's Charles (allegedly)

username8 Nah cuz I told yall she's gonna find another boyfriend soon

yoursister Loving to see you happy again ❤️

↳yourusername just needed a little upgrade

username3 I have no proof but I just know it's Charles

username4 Do we think she went for Charles because she genuinely likes him or just to get back at Arthur?

↳username5 Wait until someone starts a "she cheated on Arthur with Charles" gossips

username6 My two favorite red flags

↳username7 The homie hopper and the brother hopper, a match made in heaven

username6 The homie hopper is so real, Y/n recently hung out with his ex Charlotte 💀

username8 What kinda brother gets with his brother's ex?

↳username9 Imagine the next family dinner lmao

username10 Y'all it's not even confirmed that the man is Charles, y'all are crazy

↳username6 The post was liked by all the F1 drivers and their partners that were on the party from Y/n's previous post, it says a lot

↳username2 What @/username6 said and also Y/n is now followed by half of the F1 grid AND the wags

charles_leclerc Not your cup of tea, but my glass of wine

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yourusername KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND❤️

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[panchatea]

POWDER ROOM BUSINESS - Gynophobia

ChaCha Story Commissions

IREH (Cho Seo Young) x Male Reader 

Trigger Warning: Violence, Drugs, Schoolplace Bullying etc…

Tags: Femdom, Blowjob, Piss, Smut, Non-con, Edging,  Purple Kiss, Ireh, Swan, HighSchool

WORD COUNT: 6674

A/N: Hi! I'm freshly out of hiatus so yeah I'm rusty... but yeah this is my comeback fic. Thanks again to the person who commissioned this!

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FUCK.

How did it come to this?

Salted beads that were crawling non-stop down the cheeks. This worm’s eye view perspective seemed to be the new norm now. Those seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes weren’t so attractively cute after all but rather chillingly scary.

That cocky smirk.

Her hysterical laugh.

That sight of her black heel that sat comfortably next to your head, down that toilet bowl seat would surely become a core memory played on repeat during bathroom breaks from now on.

The air feels cold… that only if you could call the little breeze that came from the noisy exhaust fan attached to the ceiling touching your bare skin “air”, come to think of it there was also that flickering fluorescent bulb next to it…

"Should I report that to the maintenance team so that they can fix it? Yeah, I'll do that once I get out of here…"

It felt hot, even though the air felt cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well… 

After all, it came from her. 

That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.

"Look up."

Just do as the voice said.

Look up.

The image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.

There was no time to ponder and feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.

That black heel of hers steadfast and locked on to meet your face.

FUCK.

Again, how did it come to this?

“Let’s all calm down and let go of each other’s hair, okay?”

That was when her contradiction of a pair of eyes first met yours. They were seemingly innocently attractive and lazy. Something you would never expect from a girl grabbing another girl's hair and pinning her down to that lunch table. Milk spilled, and the girl had her school makeup ruined. There were also tears and whimpering buried on top of all of that laughter coming from the girl that caused all of that and her friends around her that seemed unfazed by what was happening—it seemed like a normal occurrence to laugh about for them.

Seriously, diving into trouble like these… 

One of these days you'll have to take care of this hero complex. All it ever did was cause disaster anyways. Could you blame yourself though? How could someone ignore such a thing happening in front of you?

"What was that?" She looked up and met your gaze before slamming the girl on that plate of today's cafeteria’s special, bulgogi and stir-fried meat but that was not important anymore as surely that wasn't just gochujang sauce on her but also blood. 

Well, if it wasn't obvious enough, it's a stereotypical case of bullying—a SERIOUS case on that note.

"Oh, this?" Another slam, another loud whimper, and another stream of laughter. "Don't mind us and just eat your lunch, we're friends you see… and we're just playing around."

SLAM!

Fuck… can't really help yourself? You are not Superman…

"LET GO OF HER!" You yelled as you quickly ran to them and gripped the bully's arm to stop her. She winced, and you let go just as quickly as you realized you had used too much force. She smirked as she noticed your grip loosened. She went for one last slam that gained a loud yelp from the girl she finally let go, and before you could even react to maybe save the poor girl, her palm met your face.

SLAP!

A loud slapping sound echoed inside the cafeteria. Seriously, what a bitch… That slap packed a punch. 

You glared at her, for the first time taking the chance to give her a good look, and this girl really doesn’t look like your stereotypical queen bee bully—moreover, those glasses made her look like an innocent nerdy girl. 

Her nameplate says, “Cho Seo Young” and you only met her today, but you were so sure that you two won’t get along well.

“Are you new here? That’s rare, a graduating senior transferring. Did something happen at your old school?” She approached, looked at your nameplate and her hand landed on your cheek—that same cheek she slapped that she was now caressing. “You’re cute… I’m sure you were popular at your old school.”

She leaned forward, she inched closer, her breath… you could feel it.

“I’m sorry, they must have not informed you,” she whispered next to your ear which came with a lick and a little play bite. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll have fun here, but there’s one thing you have to remember and it’s what Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh. So friendly advice since you’re new here, just mind your own business.”

“That’s funny, I would love to meet this ‘Ireh’ person that you’re talking about. She seems to be an interesting fellow. Thank you for the advice but I’m kinda nosy… I can’t help it so could you please leave that girl alone now?”

“Sujin, could you please tell our nosy friend here who Ireh is?” She ordered using a playful tone as she moved next to the girl she was bullying and the bullied girl responded quickly pointing at her.

“Sh—she’s Ireh… we’re friends, do—don’t mind us. We—we were just playing, I’m okay!”

“There we go! I’m Ireh, nice to meet you transfer student!” She exclaimed before hugging Sujin who was still shivering in fear and crying. She raised her hands, preparing to hit the girl she was hugging, and swung it but before her hand could land on the poor girl, you caught it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t see any Ireh here, could you please point me to her? I’m also new here so can you maybe show me around, Ms. Cho Seo Young?” You read the name that was on her name and her face turned sour, but you just ignored her and turned your attention to the girl beside her. “Park Su Jin? Sujin-ssi, can I call you that? Remember, it’s not playing when only one side is enjoying and the other is hurting.”

“You’re insufferable, transfer student,” Seo Young or Ireh said from the side before freeing herself from your hold, and intertwining the hand she just freed with yours. She once again inched dangerously close to your face, and this time she went in for a kiss.

Surprised, you couldn’t react quickly, and before you knew it, she was melting you with her lips. Her tongue moved fast, invading the inside of your mouth. She tied, she pushed in… she was pushing in something, and you tried fighting but then it was already too late as the next thing was she had already pushed the thing inside far enough that you had no choice but to swallow.

She broke the kiss.

You tried to process what just happened, backing down a little while trying to figure out what was that she made you swallow. 

A drug? What kind of drug?

However, that little time you spent thinking was enough time to kick in. Suddenly, everything felt so light and the image of what was in front of you was splitting. You were floating and it felt amazing.

“Welcome.”

Everything was blurry from then on and at some point, you just closed your eyes and…

SPLASH!

A bucket of cold water woke you up, and there was an image—a person blocking that flickering blinding light. You tried moving but to no accord, everything felt so heavy to move, or was it just that you were too weak? There was also that ringing in your ear… that wasn’t there before and that noise? Where is that coming from? That weird buzzing… 

Everything was spinning and felt light. It felt cold, it felt warm, and there was this creeping anxiety crawling on your skin. It felt as if you were floating yet you were sitting down somewhere… somewhere cold. Headache, it felt as if a thousand needles pierced your head, splitting it.

Water dripped down your face. It felt hot. You were cold, you were wet, you were shivering, and you were sweating. There was also this indescribable sensation and feeling. It was rather odd… everything felt fuzzy.

Your heart… was beating so fast. Nervousness creeps down your skin as everything felt frantic.

“Hey.” A voice caught your attention, and the image in front of you spoke. She was pretty, but who was she again?

A zap of pain surged through your head. Flashbacks of what happened? Of who that girl in front of you was? You remember now…

Ireh, otherwise known as Cho Seo Young, was just standing there, with a smirk—what a cocky girl. She was the bully you tried to stop in the cafeteria earlier? But then the last thing you remember was passing out after she kissed you?

BANG!

A loud bang interrupted your train of thought. Ireh had kicked the door behind her, closing it before leaning towards you. It was then that you realized how little the space was. She was towering over you while you two were enclosed by those not-too-tall white walls, and you were sitting down on something smooth, cold, and ceramic—it was a bathroom cubicle.

“What’s this? What did you do to me?” You barely managed to speak.

“Why? Are you feeling unwell?” A peck on your cheek that still stings(that slap from earlier was really no joke). Those lips of hers were so soft, for a moment there, you forgot that she’s a bully.

“You’re going to regret this,” You threatened even though it was clearly an empty one. You’re not going to be doing anything in your current state—even just speaking was hard, you could barely comprehend her word.

You tried pushing her using every bit of strength you had with your arms, but she easily overpowered you.

“Why? We’re only going to have fun.” She pulled you in, tugging on your necktie. Her grin said it all as she tilted your head up using her finger. Her image was splitting, you were lightheaded but you managed to make eye contact, her eyes were cold and angry, and what came after was her connecting your lips together. Once again, her lips were like butter, soft but that kiss… was empty.

The moment the kiss broke, she delivered another slap, equalizing the slap from earlier, and now both cheeks were left stinging.

“See, we’re having fun, right? You’re wet, let’s get you out of that shirt.” Her fingers crawled and twirled your tie before making you shiver as her nail ran down your body through the wet fabric sticking to your skin.

You tried pushing her once again but she just fended you off without any hardship.

Bit by bit, buttons popped open, and she got to see what was underneath. Her hands felt warm as she gently placed her palm on your chest.

“Look at you… wet and miserable.” Ireh giggled as she poked your chest, “Shivering, are you afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just cold and I feel shit because you drugged me.” Ireh ignored your remark and just focused on feeling you up.

“Your heart, it's beating so fast. Do you perhaps have a crush on me?” Ireh tugged and pulled. “You’re mine now.”

"Over my dead body!" You retorted and spat on her beautiful face. A little payback for what she had done so far. A little bit of pettiness even though you didn’t want to stoop down to her level—it was all you could do—stain her angelic face and wipe that devilish grin off her face.

“Fuck you!” Ireh cussed as she backed away and kicked your groin. Your voice filled the room as you screamed at the unbearable, indescribable pain her black heel gave you. 

“How dare you spit on my beautiful face!”

Tears dropped from the sides of your eyes as she laughed. You tried retaliating every chance you got, trying to block her kick but it was futile, the pain was unbearable and you felt weak.

“I’ll show you… not to fucking mess with me!”

One kick after another, multiplying the threshold of the pain after each contact. 

“I fucking hate people like you. Going around prying into people’s businesses. A hypocrite, trying to save that girl. Big news! Sujin won’t save you! After all, she was the one who gave you that thing that makes it hard for you to move even a finger right now. All I did was give you her little drug. She won’t be saved either, I’ll break her later too! I bet she’s hiding somewhere crying, laughing, pitying herself! Drowning in her own guilt while being so happy because I found a new toy and I won’t use her for a while!”

When she stopped it wasn’t painful anymore as it was numbed from the extreme pain. 

Ireh soon ditched those glasses of hers, throwing them down the floor before sitting down on your lap and once again inching towards you, removing what little space separated the two of you.

“You said you wanna meet Ireh… I am her! Cho Seo Young, that girl is dead. I killed her… and now I’ll make you wish, you're dead too.”

“Cho Seo Young, you're pitiful…” Her hands found their way up to your neck and gripped it. You choked as she tightened her grip little by little, as the need for air strengthened with each second passing by, and as your consciousness slowly faded, her image was all in sight. 

Her smirk and those dirt brown eyes as she looked down on you told you that she viewed you as nothing more than a toy. 

Fuck, she has a beautifully sculpted nose, and those soft supple lips—if only she wasn't a bully, she was someone to fawn over. Seriously, doesn't it seem weird to be admiring her while she chokes you?

"You're so brave, calling me by that name twice."

Ireh opened her mouth and then her saliva slowly dripped from it to your gaped mouth straight to your throat.

"Don't worry… soon enough you'll be begging me for more."

She finally let go of your neck. A surge of air kicked in as you coughed and tried to spit her saliva out of your mouth—some you already swallowed…

She didn't even let you rest as she delivered a punch straight to your gut, making you throw up, and before you could recover Ireh pushed you. Your head bounced off the wall, adding to all that pain as she forced you to lean back, and one last slap before leaning towards you once again.

"What happened? Cat's got your tongue?" Ireh mocked as she watched you wince in pain and gasp for air. With her fingertip, you tip over, and Ireh once again inched dangerously close to you. 

Everything still hurts, everything within your line of sight still splits into multiple images. Your focus was off, and that weird buzzing, that flickering light, and her scent… still bothers you. Why are you noticing this now? Fuck, her perfume was so sweet. 

"Cho Seo Young, you're going to regret this."

She slapped you.

"Tsk, I told you not to call me that. Forget it, you'll learn soon enough. Open wide~ Here's something that would make you a little compliant."

You could not focus, and can't even maintain eye contact. Eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Everything felt colder but she was warm when she leaned over you. Speaking of warmth, the spots she slapped, punched, and kicked were warm—more like stinging in pain and aching but they countered the cold.

You blinked and her lips connected to yours.

Her kiss this time was torrid, fast, hurried, but still pleasant yet still empty. Ireh's tongue was fast to invade the inside of your mouth and just like before, she was pushing something once again. Another pill? She said it was something that would make you more 'compliant'?

You tried to battle her, trying to tie knots with your tongues and trying to stop her from pushing the pill in, but to no avail, it was useless as she won. She was successful in pushing the pill to the back of your throat. 

"Swallow."

She hurriedly broke the kiss. A string of saliva that was cut quickly as you choked but couldn't throw up the drug because of her hand that shut your mouth close.

You swallowed.

"Good, now don't worry… I'll make you feel good soon enough."

As she leaned backward, trying to rest a little The drug kicked in. That ringing slowly faded out. The headache slowly dissipated. Everything felt lighter, it wasn't cold nor hot, it was just pleasant. You were floating. You tried speaking but giggles came out of your mouth.

Everything felt slow, even the flickering of the bulb seemed slower and that buzzing sound didn't bother you anymore.

It doesn't hurt anymore—nothing hurts anymore. 

"Transfer student…"

You heard Ireh call you, but you couldn't make out the rest of her words, it was just her mouth opening and closing.

It was a dream.

You finally moved your body to fix your sitting position, leaned on the wall behind you properly, and rested your head.

Ireh also straddles your lap. Push her because she was surely up to no good but for some reason, it felt like she wouldn't hurt a fly this time. Her touch… They were feathers and they felt pleasant—they felt safe.

Everything was calm.

You could only watch her as she got comfortable, getting rid of her blouse and her bra, and let you feast on the sight of her topless torso—it was hypnotizing—Ireh was alluring. 

When she leaned to put her hands to work, you didn’t resist nor really wanted to. She skillfully got rid of your tie and got you out of your wet shirt. Ireh caressed your cheeks, soothed them as if she wasn’t the reason why it was red.

She worked her way down to your neck where she left a kiss after tracing the marks she made choking you. 

After that, she found your chest and she really knew where to tease and tickle, sending an electric sensation using her fingers and tongue.

“What a nice toy you are…” Ireh continued fluidly and this time she found your abdomen. She giggled as she feel it up with her whole palm, and not long after, she reached for your groins which she attack ferociously earlier.

Her skillful hands and fingers quickly got rid of your belt, and from there she tugged, revealing your shaft. She grasped it gently and started stroking it simultaneously gaining moans from you. It was surprising how it wasn’t broken with how much she kicked your groin. 

Ireh as a person is very contradicting… She had caused you so much pain and yet she had also been very gentle with you, kissing and soothing the same spots she harmed. Now, with her long and thin fingers, she tenderly and caringly stroked your dick to its full hardness.

Shameful, getting hard on the girl who beat you up—turned on by a bully.

She’s enjoying this, and so was your body. It wasn’t the pleasuring she was enjoying, but rather it was watching you fall into submission with each up and down stroke. She giggled each time your cock throbs on her hand and that was enough for her to continue violating you.

“What’s this? Do you like me now? Getting hard for me,”  Ireh mocked in your ear after a playful bite. You wanted to retort but the shame kept you from it and the fact that you were actually feeling great. Honestly, just her touch made you feel appetitive and each stroke feels euphoric.

It might be because she was just good with it, maybe it was the drug, or perhaps it was the feeling of pleasure after being beaten to numbness, but that just doesn’t mean anything anymore as Ireh pushed herself off your lap and kneeled in front of you.

All this time, she was looking down on you, and now Ireh was looking up at you yet, it still felt like she was the one in control and those mocking eyes said it all. 

There was no stopping her now as she completely removed your slacks—tugged them down for your dick to be out to the open for her enjoyment. 

She looked at your cock like it was a toy and like a kid, she didn’t waste any time to take the chance to play with her toy. 

Wetness and a touch of a soft muscle greeted your member. You just watched her as she started to lick the tip of your cock while she use her free to keep it steady and standing before giving another soft kiss. 

It was euphoric.

Soon her tongue landed at the base of your cock. Slowly, tracing the whole length of it while maintaining eye contact. She trailed up. Ireh licked every corner of your cock like it was a lollipop and when she did reach the tip once again, she stopped and played with the underside of it, tickling it with her tongue swirls, leaving you to become a moaning mess.

You throbbed. Ireh planted another soft kiss right on top and using her tongue, she teased the little slit of your tip.

There wasn’t any plan on stopping anytime soon, as she gave a handful of playful lick on your slit—it tickled, and her licks sent tingles upon your shaft. It was electrifying.

Ireh is a woman full of contradiction and once again, she proved it. She might have started gently but now she was coming in like a lion. Suddenly, your tip met the back of her throat, making you groan.

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She stayed down there for several seconds before pulling out and going down again this time with just her tongue. It came in fast and rough, a long lick that traced each inch. Her lips wrapped around the whole circumference of your cock. Her tongue occupied the entirety of your dick, and not one tooth could be felt, and once again her lips finally landed at the base of your cock, and your tip hit the walls of her throat. It was soft, wet, warm, and tight. She held it in for several seconds up until she couldn’t anymore and pulled back, leaving a pool of saliva that enveloped your member that soon dripped down your balls.

Ireh gasped for air and you followed her, catching your breath for very different reasons—for her it was the fact that her breathing was restricted, and for you, it was because of the agonizing pleasure she gave. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t feel amazing, but shame still followed it.

“I like you better this way. Submissive and not annoying.” Her lips met your cock, and you moaned in response, and even with her mouth full, you could imagine the corners of her lips raising to a smirk. “You’re so cute.”

“I won’t give in.” Your body already did. She ignored you as she continued to bob her head, taking your shaft in and out of her mouth in between your legs, diligently blowing, licking, and sucking with her eyes locked on yours while your hardened shaft slipped in and out of her lips.

“Don’t lie to me.” Ireh pumped up and down, stroking your cock’s whole length. She let her saliva drip down to its head, making sure it was properly lubricated—in combination with her handjob, Ireh’s lip once again landed on the tip of your cock, engulfing it once again. It was addicting, it was intoxicating, it was tingling, it was electrifying, shivers running down your spine as the girl you hate went down your shaft.

You were dazed in both a euphoric high and a drug, she turned you into a gasping and moaning mess, and Ireh just cockily smiled before continuing to roam on each and every inch of your dick while her hand continuously moved in an up and down motion.

It didn’t take long before you could feel the build-up in your groin as again and again, you watched your dick disappear and reappear from her mouth. All your nerves, all of your focus was directed to Ireh and the way she moved her tongue—the way her lips wrapped around your shaft.

Close your eyes.

It was dreamy.

Semen built up and started to crawl through your length. You knew it was coming even though you didn’t want it to come. However, your body was screaming for it, but then a pop was caught by your ear and suddenly all sensation stopped.

Open your eyes.

There you found Ireh, her image was a little bit blurry but you were able to make out her figure towering over you. She knew what she did and she was clearly satisfied and happy while your member ached and blue-balled.

“I’m tired, it is not fair if you’re the only one enjoying here,” Ireh playfully said while she smirked putting on a show as she reached inside her skirt and pulled down her obviously ruined panties.

“Don’t stare too much, I’ll melt.” She joked before throwing her panties at your face, covering it which you quickly removed but to your surprise, Ireh straddles your lap, and you could feel it, the wetness of her core as your member brushed on it.

Ireh knew and she just stared at you, smiling almost sweetly while she went in for a quick peck. Which made you wonder…

“Seo Yo—” 

SLAP!

“Don’t call me that,” Ireh sternly said as she caressed the cheek she just slapped. “Now, do it properly.”

“Ireh…”

“There, that’s more like it, transfer student.” You were still drug dazed and it was still hazy. Although the slap woke you up from your dreamy state a little but enough to knock some sense from you.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked her. Ireh leaned forward, nestling on your chest. She didn't answer just yet but instead, she gave a playful lick on your nipple and a bite.

It was strange… It was a bite but it was tingling and electrifyingly pleasing, and now with that, you had also realized how her slap didn't hurt either.

"What kind of drug did you even give me?" You questioned, following up the first one as you finally managed to do small movements—one hand to grab on her waist and the other on the back of her head as she was still leaning on your chest.

"Curious? Why does it feel good?" Ireh said as she reseated to see you eye to eye. "There's no pain, right? And this..."

Ireh planted her hands on your chest, using them as support while she started to grind her hips.

“You ask me why?”  Long and slow movements, grinding using her hips and teasing with just the lips of her sex. “It’s because I enjoy breaking people like you transfer student.”

“I’m pent up and I get off seeing a righteous person like you fall into this state.” Her slow and long grinding was edging—pleasantly torturous and euphorically shameful. You could only whine with your powerlessness and this only fed her ego more. “I made you feel unimaginable pain, and then lifted you up to heaven. See, you’re not even resisting anymore, you’re even holding onto me.”

Ireh was moaning in between her words, feeling up the gratification of her actions as she grind more and more. Her wet lips were so close yet so far, your cock was aching and throbbing to enter but it couldn’t, edging you as she enjoyed it all—her complete dominance over you, and the ego boost it provided—the way you and your cock were the perfect toys for her, it hit all right 

places.

She stopped suddenly, halting everything to wrap an arm around your torso and another at the back of your head. Ireh clung onto you, completely removing any space between the two of you, pressing her own body onto yours.

Ireh continued rocking her hips and suddenly upping the ante to her rhythm—her fast and crazy speed. She keep grinding down on you as you heard her moan and gasp for air as she seemingly decided to just forget about you and focus on her pleasuring herself. 

Her nails dug into your back, and her hand clenched on your hair as she ran wild. Ireh didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Her breath hitches. Her gasping and moaning continued. She was frenzied, crazily grinding her hips forward and backward. 

Her wetness dripped on your member, lubricating her movements and allowing it all to flow fluidly. She closed her eyes, relishing it, giving onto the haze… She wasn’t drugged just like you were but it was clear from your blurry and dreamy sight that she was as drunk as you were.

She pressed her hips, pushed her pelvis onto yours, and ground her hips as she moaned in pleasure. Of course, she wasn’t the only one as you too were a moaning mess.

It was surreal and it was unreal. There wasn’t any penetration but at that point, there wasn’t greater pleasure than the one she was giving you—it was pleasurable and out of this world.

You throbbed, swept by the pleasure, and you unconsciously bucked your hips using the little strength you could muster.  It didn’t take long, once again you could feel the build-up that was more rapid this time, crawling up your length, but just like the last time, it was as if she knew.

She stopped.

Her timing was impeccable.

Not long after she stopped, she opened her eyes and made eye contact made with you, into each other with her seeing only a doped man with drunken eyes while you saw the emptiness in 

hers. 

She didn’t forget about you.

She smirked and laughed maniacally even pulling on your hair, catching you off guard and surprising you. You tried fighting but before you could retort, she pulled you into a hug. 

Her hardened nipples brushed on your torso as she lifted herself slightly to reach your ear, licked on it, bit on it, and whispered, “What is this? Enjoying yourself too much, transfer student? What a hypocrite.”

Ireh reached underneath, grasped your cock, lined up your shaft with her wet folds, and with a shift of her hips, your tip penetrated her pussy, but it wasn’t as easy as that as she went on slowly torturous speed.

“Just say it.” Slowly she dropped herself an inch before stopping once again.

“Say my name and I’ll let you feel have it whole.” Ireh let out a moan as her fold slowly diverge and as your cock slowly penetrates her pussy. 

“Can you feel it?” She was already halfway and you couldn’t take it anymore. The euphoria of her wetness and her tightness slowly enveloping your cock was unbearable. It was rhapsodic, your brain was overloaded by these different feelings and sensations that were both complementing and contradicting each other.

“Can you feel my pussy?” You could. Its tightness, its wetness the way it gripped your cock, the warmth her quim has as it hugged your member.

“Just say that you want me.” She stopped, and you groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your mouth to speak, “Ireh please, I want you.”

She smiled.

“How about a no,” Ireh said before laughing victoriously as she pulled out and got off you. It was all a trap and you got caught. A honey trap to prove her point and to humiliate you, and she was successful.  She made you remember that she was the villain of this story and for a moment you forgot about this crucial fact.

Despite her dead eyes, and empty kisses she still got you. There was no passion but she was skillful and that was enough you make you submit.

The high and pleasure made you submit.

What a disgrace of a man you are.

Her laugh echoed in that small space and her glaring eyes gleamed victoriously. Ireh got what she wanted: make you use her name “Ireh”, make you submit to her, and expose you to what you really were—in her own words a “Hypocrite”.

“Did you really think that I would have sex with you?!” She exclaimed before grabbing your dick tightly, stroking it, working her hand, and giving you another shot of ecstasy as she smugly looked at your face. Suddenly that euphoric dream turned into a nightmare.

Anger crawled through your skin, your heart rate escalated, you could feel yourself sweating more and more, and suddenly you were gasping and chasing for air. At that moment you were so angry but you just couldn’t do anything. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs but your line of sight was spinning. Open your mouth but nothing was coming out.

Ireh… Cho Seo Young…

IREH,

CHO SEO YOUNG,

Remember, she’s a bully.

“You’re nothing but trash.” Ireh’s palm once again met your face and soon enough after lots of one-sided brawl you were sitting on the bathroom floor. It just went by, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them once again, your head was on the back of the toilet seat. Look up and see her. Guess the drug helped you with that, there was no pain, it was just it.

“You don’t even deserve to be my dog.” Ireh lifted her skirt, and her glistening pink pussy was in full sight. “Just be my toilet,  that’s how low you are. That’s where you belong.”

You could not see her face… not fully but you knew, Ireh still have that smirk, and those eyes of hers that looks at anything as if they were trash and they were below her. She sinks, squatting on your face. Her scent grew stronger—that sweet lavender with that mix of musk, filling your mouth through your nostrils.

“Drink it,” she commanded, but you really didn’t have no choice as her lips met yours lips. She moaned loudly at that contact and that musky smell grew exponentially, then liquid flew out. Stuttered jets of her piss, you collected using your mouth. 

Its inconsistency was a bitch, some spilled and escaped from the sides of your mouth, and some went astray to your nose, your eyes that were shut closed, and other parts of your face. Try as hard as you can, gather and swallow her warm, salty streams of that yellow-hued liquid coming out of her pink lips. 

Pray your neck doesn’t break. Pray you don’t drown from her piss. Pray all of these ends soon.

Once again much obliged to the drug for numbing your pain. Without it, a strain on your neck, and that repeated hitting of the back of your head to that ceramic toilet bowl seat would be painful.

Did time go slowly? Or was it just that her pissing was never-ending?

She gripped your hair and gathered an ample amount of your hair as she ground on your mouth, adding more pressure on your neck, making it harder to catch oxygen and continuous streams of her piss.

Drink and swallow, her piss cascaded from her quim to your lips while some spilled—you couldn’t drink it all, leaving you to question whether you drank more or spilled more? Was her aim good enough to not spill more than you could ever swallow?

Thankfully, liquid stopped dripping from her quim, and relief soon came after. The constant bouncing and hitting of your head stopped on the toilet seat and the pressure on your neck was 

lifted as she finally removed her quim from your mouth.

“Look at you, transfer student. Now you’re looking more like yourself.”

FUCK.

How did it come to this?

Salted beads crawled down your cheeks. You weren’t sure if they were her piss or if they were your tears. Ireh was once again looking down on you—you’re now the worm of the perspective and now that seemed to be the norm now. Her seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes which were honestly so attractive were actually cold and evil.

That cocky smirk.

Her hysterical laugh.

She lift her heel, and you could only stare and follow it as she sat them comfortably next to your head on that toilet seat, and that image would surely be imprinted forever on your brain—flashed on repeat during your visits to the bathroom from now on.

Ireh was catching her breath and this moment might be the only time when you could clear your head. 

The air feels cold… 

It feels hot…

She’s silent… wasn’t she supposed to be saying something about how shameful you are? Or how pitiful you look?

That exhaust fan is noisy…

That bulb was flickering…

It was hot, it was cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well… 

Being a toilet seat is hard, remember to be more kind to toilets nowadays.

That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.

"Look at me."

Just do as the voice said.

Don’t defy Ireh.

“What Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh.”

Look up.

Her image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.

The time to ponder ended there and all that could be done was feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you can see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.

That black heel of hers meets your face.

FUCK.

Close your eyes.

The next time you opened your eyes, there was a person…

But there were a thousand reasons why you couldn't make her out properly. Your head was splitting, your line of sight was blurry, etc… but you were able to make out to say

It was a girl.

Ireh?

No.

This girl was different…

"You're awake." 

Her voice… 

It sounded familiar. 

"I'm sorry."

"Who are you?" You asked—it seemed like you were sober enough now. Plus, your sight was slowly recovering and when she spoke once again, you were already able to fully see her face.

"My name… Park Su Jin."

The girl Ireh was bullying…

"Sujin-ssi—" She cut you with her lips. Suddenly pulling you into a torrid and deep kiss. Her lips, they were heavenly but that kiss…

It felt oddly familiar.

And so it was because it was the same kiss.

The same tactic Ireh used to make you swallow those pills of some drug.

Sujin pushed, and she easily overpowered you. Perhaps because you were too weak or she was just good at kissing but nonetheless, she made you swallow the pill.

She was a good kisser.

"Sujin-ssi, why?" You asked after she broke the kiss. She didn't answer, instead, she grasped your dick, stroking it to its full length once again.

Seriously, what is it with this school and its female students who violate their peers?

The drug kicked in and that was when Su Jin finally spoke—almost whispering and not caring whether you hear or not.

"I'm sorry… Please, the least I can do is make you cum."

End.

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EYY! HOW WAS IT? I know I'm rusty... haven't wrote for a while since life happened but I do hope this turns out fine... without too many mistakes.

If anyone is curious Here’s a link of my KOFI. You can commission me like this or just tip me (they are highly appreciated cause I’m broke) hahaha I promise you if you ever commission it would be worth it and I will do my best.

[waylonlikesmithers]

Hello everyone,i am making this rant so that Mexicans,spanish people and latinos who like Disney or don’t like Disney alike will be aware of the racist actions that the company has done,before i say anything i’d like to preface that i am a Latina myself.If you are not any of the minorities mentioned you may like and reblog or share but please do not try to speak for us,please reblog so this reaches a bigger amount of people.

The situation all started in June of 2021 and is still going on currently,Disney greenlit a new cartoon called “Oye primos” The show centres around a young girl named “tater” Who has big dreams and aspires to be many cool and interesting things for the summer when her twelve cousins move in and help her find out her true self.

Here are the main problems i will be talking about:

1.The racism.

2.The grammar.

3.The stereotypes.

4.The responses.

Chapter 1..The racism..

The racist parts of the series are that the house is quite dirty which is a common latino and Mexican stereotype,The 12 cousins which again is another stereotype,The fact that they all wear sandals that is another common stereotype,the names of two characters: Chacha and Cuquita,Chacha is considered a very heavy insult in Mexico for poor housemaids who worked for a little money while cuquita means little cockroach or little vagina and the character is also disabled! That’s very rude! Other racist stereotypes are: The designs that depict unibrows,ingrown mustaches,sandals,weird teeth,missing teeth and big noses made in a very caricature-like way..A thing i have noticed is that on instagram Myrna,one of the voice actresses for the cartoon called Mexico a shithole country.That is quite rude of her considering she is half Mexican and her family lived there and made sacrifices for her..

Chapter 2…The grammar..

I do not have much to say about this part but a couple strange things i have noticed are: The name of the country is terremoto heights which means earthquake heights,that is very disrespectful to Mexicans and spanish people since in those areas there are many devastating earthquakes that have killed many families and citizens,that is like calling america 9/11 heights! Also the title is supposed to be “Oigan primos” instead of oye because oigan refers to multiple people while oye is used to refer to one person,a Mexican person also said that they do not use oye as much too.They also used the word Latinx which is grammatically incorrect.

Chapter 3…The stereotypes…

I have already talked about this in chapter one but the main issues i have is their designs,names,the weird sepia filter often used to depict Mexican countries and the dirty house.

Chapter 4…The responses…

Myrna responded with a very condescending video and comment whining about how people politely corrected her on the poor grammar used in the show,the video she made talks about false history facts and how the spanish language is “forced” Look it up on YouTube and see for yourself..It is quite bad.. I have heard that Disney acknowledged the fact that it was considered racist by many and has improved it making a new episode that has been pirated.Let me know if i am missing something guys! :^D

Please do not be rude to me,in my opinion this was a trashy cartoon that had SO MUCH potential but Disney made it into a racist shithole of a show,they claim to represent latino culture despite doing no research,using Google translate,not listening to latinos and more terrible things.They say they want to teach children about other cultures but they shouldn’t be getting their knowledge from a terrible show that misinterprets the culture they wanna represent and instead study Latino history and talk to actually latino children!

I have a question for YOU,how would you improve the cartoon?:^)

[maxverstepponme]

Why so quick to judge alex? The only “problematic” (which is it really problematic bc she loves art) was posting a picture in a museum with the location tag on in Italy somewhere when Charles was there as well and thus “hinting” they were together, but as far as I’m aware this is the only hinting she’s done // +when she put her age in her bio after everyone was questioning it

+ she put flags in her bio after people asked what ethnicity she is

+she liked comments of her being better that charlotte

+there are proofs she was viewing stories from a chacha fan account(she wasn’t tagged)

And some more

Where’s the proof of it? And how do you know she wasn’t tagged? Just leave the poor girl alone until she actually gives you a valid reason to come for her. Just because some wags are shitty doesn’t mean each and every one of them will be.

[chacha-tortuga]

little game here tagged by @cerosin thank you so much!! diversifying my blog by not posting my art for once :•)

• Nickname : People online love to call me Chacha even though it's far from my name

• Sign : Taurus

• Height : 180cm or around 5'11

• Last thing I googled : 1905, a podacst about swiss ice hockey

• Song stuck in my head : Two songs batteling to stay playing in my brain are Դղյակ by The Bambir and On GP by Death Grips

• Number of followers : 714, which I can't believe

• Amount of sleep : Between 4 to 5 hours a night, plus multiple naps during the day is my usual routine

• Dream Job : Color Script for animated movies would be the best but I'd settle for anything in animation really, even the most tiring jobs, I'm made for those

• Wearing : In a train so leather boots and pants, shirt and wool sweater. Plus my heavy military coat and a poor excuse of an ushanka

• Movies/Books that summarize me : The movie Josep by Aurel (it's on youtube for some reason) and the book Acts of Worship by Mishima I guess?

• Favourite songs : Most disappointing answer is that I don't really have those... I like so many songs that I can't pick one or two in particular sorry :( (but I'll share Գիշերով by The Bambir, Пачка Сигарет by Кино and Supplique pour être enterré à la plage de Sète by Georges Brassens)

• Favourite instruments : You are not immune to Hurdy Gurdy (and guitar but only because I used to play it)

• Aesthetic : Mountains (snowy or not), forests, battered men, covered faces, shaved heads

• Favourite Authors : I don't really read that much so I'll go with Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

• Fun fact : Protons fired up in the Large Hadron Collider at CERN can make the 27km circumference trip more than 11 000 times a second before colliding. That's how we discovered (proved the existence of) the Higgs Boson for example. I've seen the detectors multiple times in my life! They really are as huge as cathedrals!!

I won't really tag anyone here but if you see this feel free to do it as well!

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú ] It was 1300 at Chaldea's cafeteria. The prize: The last dango on Nagayoshi's plate. The obstacle: The man sitting on the table, aka Nagayoshi. The plan: Wing it. So without any more delays to the plot, the Lancer got close enough to stand behind his friend and leaned down just enough so he was facing their nape. "The first one to summon their weapon loses." He announced and, before he could be questioned, blew cold air on his friend's nape. Taking advantage of the distraction, he reached out and stole the last dango stick. Mission: complete! The taste of victory was really sweet!

     NAGAYOSHI WAS USED TO a certain tiny individual (Chacha) trying to steal his food when he wasn’t paying attention, and so he was on the alert. However, he wasn’t counting on Cu being the one stalking his last dango like some prowling wolf in the shadows. Sharp eyes were glued on Chacha across the room as she made some proud proclamation to Nobunaga, hands upon her hips and chest puffed out as she laughed loudly. Despite the usual racket in the cafeteria, everything seemed peaceful thus far, but Chacha was always a little opportunist. Even across the room, she would find some way to make her way over to his table and reach out with those little fingers to snatch what was rightfully his. ❝Huh?❞ he turned his head a little to show that he was listening to Cu, though it was clear his attention was glued elsewhere. ❝The hell are you talking abo---GWAH!!❞ He instantly recoiled as that cool air touched his warm skin; instinctively trying to put distance between himself and that sensation he had been wholly unprepared for. What just happened?! Trying to make sense of the whole situation, it didn’t take long for him to put two and two together before his dango was stolen right before his very eyes.

     BETRAYAL!

     ABSOLUTE BETRAYAL!

     ❝OI!❞ He held his hand to the side to summon his weapon with intent to chase the other around with tables, no doubt, being smashed in the process of him attempting to get his revenge. However, he found himself pausing as the other’s words from moment’s prior rang through his head: The first one to summon their weapon loses.’ What kind of rule was that, huh?! Probably knew that he’d wind up destroying those poor cafeteria tables and ruining everyone’s lunch with various complaints being sent to the poor Master (and equally poor staff). ❝Tch, better watch your back.❞

[chaand-jalne-laga]

CJL LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [EPISODE 3]

Hi. Lol. Finally yaad aa gaya ki I have another blog. Hehe. :) Come. Let's begin.

So we are back to where we left them last. In each other's arms. Under the 'moon light'.

2. They come out of their two-seconds trance and Tara is shocked by the glitch of the moon dropping down in spite of taking so much of care. Deva too looks flabbergasted by the rate his heart is roaring. Lol. Whatever.

3. Chacha and chachiji are staring at them with a lot of sus. Kya bhai? Aise kya dekh rahe ho unko? Tumhare hone wali dammad hai namaste nahi karoge kya? Bloody manner-less people.

4. "Aap theek hain?" Kyunki mera dil toh bohot zor se dhadak raha hai. Lol. Yahin kehne wale the na tum Dev?

5. Hmm. Dev Malik? Did I miss his false first name? Lol. I don't even remember anything from the last epi. Folks. Please halpppp. Okay? Dev ka first name was there in the last epi? Batana niche.

6. Kind of cryptic lines tho. So. Tara. He is already dropping ~not-so-subtle~ hints for you and staring at you with that knowing gaze. So. Did you guess him? Did you? I think not. Whatever.

7. This lil sister is. Okay. I know she is kind and considerate and all that. But she is also really dumb. Aur cheekh ke bol pagal. Taaki usse sunai hi de jaye, bewakoof.

8. Kunwari Ananya. Lol. Chachiji is something y'all.

9. Lol. Yeh log kitna khush hoke apne-aap ko introduce kar rahe hain for a good first impression. They don't even know that the kid whose life was ruined because of them is the man standing in front of them. First impression kya last impression bhi already bani hui hai ji inki toh. Lol. Whatever.

10. Lol. But the way that bg dancer came and took Tara away from him. He is absolutely in love with her. But is also heavily broken.

11. This choreography sucks. Yeah. It could have been better. But nvm. *shrugs*

12. Tara ko shocked and intrigued dikhane ke chakkar mein they completely made her as if she unwilling to dance at all. Bilkul stoic and rigid and forced. Nvm. *shrugs*

13. And we see that brother (Rohan?) drinking and enjoying the party. Such an asshole. Took money from his sister and yet came to the party leaving behind his ailing father.

14. He is about to answer her third question but she spots her brother and now is in no mood to hear the answer.

15. Dev is heart broken and full of rage that Tara left him in the middle of him speaking.

16. I think that trauma incident has affected more than one person. Poor ailing Baba is roaming in the streets while hallucinating about that fire incident. Tara running around with her car trying to spot him. Really. Hats-off to all those children who are literally ready to go to hell for their parents. Tara has somehow created a soft-corner in my heart. Coz I have seen my father irl taking care of his ill mother doing everything to keep her fit too. And I too have the same sentiment towards my parents.

17. Dev is emotional seeing Tara in front of him after so many years. He really did miss her. See? He loves her. I said it already. He cannot just stop recalling those few moments he got with her.

18. And now that chaand has been neatly packed and placed in his car 'with love' by Shagun. He looks at it with a yearning.

19. Nothing seems to be working out for Tara as she is now frustrated to know that some 'ameer admi' from another sheher has bought Badshah.

20. And yahan pe our Dev is having repeated flashbacks of his tortured past and thus takes the jeep to a secluded place only to burn down the chaand kept in his car. So. There you have it. Chaand Jalne Laga. Quite literally. This show doesn't miss to promote it's name whether it be through dialogues or props used by the leads.

21. Wow. NGL but the ending of each of the episode is so damn freaking amazing tho. Ok bye. God bless you.

[enviedriches]

Basic Information:

Name: Aladdin.

Age: 22.

Place of Birth: Ollaendo (Capital City), Kingdom of Dijeuni.

Current Home: Ollaendo (Capital City), Kingdom of Dijeuni.

Occupation: Street Urchin / Thief.

Skeleton Bio:

Al comes from a poor family, as a result he started stealing food from the market place, breads and fruit mostly, at least at first.

After his parents were gone, he found himself on his own, this is when he actually met his friend Abu. Struggling to stray on an honest path, he continued his life as a thief, though he made himself a promise that he would only steal what he needed. Never going after thing of wealth and power.

It was this selfless attitude that caused him to fall into the clutches of Jafar, who used him for his own twisted needs, and through Jafar that he met Jasmine, and it was love at first sight.

Face Claim: Youssef Sawmah. The face is negotiable but must remain Middle Eastern.

This role is closed.

Role Credit: Chacha.

[pannaginip]

Through a so-called “people’s initiative”, a petition proposing amendments to the 1987 Constitution has resurfaced and is being handed out through communities inside and outside of the National Capital Region.

This recently circulated petition insisted that the country should open its economy to foreign investors for further growth and development.

In Quezon City, recorded footage showed how the petition signing was being discussed while making promises about financial aid, medication maintenance and livelihood support.

Carmelita ‘Ka Mameng’ Collado of Urban Poor Coordinating Council – Quezon City and ALSA-Diliman slammed the petition, noting that it misleads urban poor communities especially those seeking assistance from government programs like TUPAD and Assistance to Individuals in Crisis Situation (AICS).

[Making such promises to sign for charter change goes beyond violating the rights of the underprivileged. Let’s not underestimate the intelligence of the marginalized in favor of these interests. We are aware of the economic crisis; let’s not use AICS and TUPAD as deceit for charter change.] Ka Mameng stressed.

Ka Mameng also reported several congressmen would make use of AICS and TUPAD to garner public support for the said petition.

[As congressmen, they should explain how charter change is done right, not exploiting the plight of the poor. They have earned enough; it’s time for them to be honest] she added.

[This is an effort by the Marcos-Duterte administration to deceive people into signing for charter change, which is also alarming for data privacy and personal information] said Kabataan Partylist (KPL) NCR spokesperson Kyle Lura.

2024 Jan. 7

[filaantrocrowdfunding]

A Glimpse Through History and Significance of Children’s Day

Every year, Children’s Day or ‘Bal Divas’ is celebrated on 14th November in India, to commemorate the birthday of Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru. Born on November 14, 1889, Nehru was fondly called ‘Chacha Nehru’ or ‘Chachaji’ by the children. He was a firm believer that children are the foundation of a society and advocated for their rights for an all-inclusive education system.

History and Significance of Children’s Day

Before 1964, Children’s Day was celebrated on November 20 as World Children’s Day observed by the United Nations. But, after the death of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, the Indian Parliament decided that his birthday would be celebrated as Bal Divas across the country, because of his fondness and affection for the children. The year 2023 marks the 132nd birth anniversary of Nehru.

Therefore, the Children’s Day celebrations serve as a poignant reminder to highlight and advocate for the rights, care, and education of children. It’s a collective effort to bring awareness to the importance of nurturing and safeguarding the well-being of our younger generation.

Right to free and compulsory elementary education: Ensuring that every child in the 6–14 age group has access to education.

Protection from hazardous employment and abuse: Safeguarding children from engaging in any form of dangerous work or facing any type of abuse.

Right to freedom, dignity, and protection against exploitation: Upholding the fundamental rights of children to live with dignity and freedom, and safeguarding them from any form of exploitation.

Right to proper childhood care and education: Guaranteeing children access to adequate care and education during their formative years.

Protection from economic exploitation: Shielding children from being compelled to work in occupations unsuitable for their age or physical strength to meet economic needs.

Right to fair and equal opportunities for overall development: Ensuring that children have an equitable chance for comprehensive development in various aspects of life.

However, the challenges are not easy due to the socio-economic condition of the country. According to UNICEF, India constitutes 20% of global child deaths, surpassing 1.2 million fatalities in children under the age of five. Along with high levels of malnutrition (38.4 per cent of children are stunted) and poor educational outcomes, (only 42.5 per cent of children in grade three can read a grade one text), vaccine-preventable diseases and child labour have plagued the society. Moreover, gender inequality persists in rural areas and more baby girls die under the age of 5 (11 per cent more).

Addressing these challenges in India requires collective efforts from common people. Despite the formidable socio-economic conditions, individuals can contribute by supporting initiatives focused on healthcare, education, and gender equality. Donating to organizations working to improve child nutrition, advocating for quality education, and engaging in community awareness programs can make a significant impact. Additionally, promoting gender equality and empowering women in rural areas can help address the disproportionate mortality rates among baby girls.

Filaantro extends their assistance to underprivileged children dealing with life-threatening medical conditions. Together, these organizations have made a positive impact on the lives of 44,81,098 individuals across India. Their commitment remains steadfast as they continue to focus on children’s education and contribute to their overall well-being.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Congratulations to Sweden, the winners of Eurovision 2023!

I-I gotta say, part of me is disappointed it wasn’t Finland, but I’m gonna ignore that part of me right now.....This isn’t the time. I’m happy.

I’m so happy......I always felt bad about you being just outside my top five, pfffff.....I called the song a masterpiece, and I meant it.

This was WILD, and you are DESERVING. WHAT a voice, and WHAT a song....I-I have no complaints at all! You tie that record! If you ask me, it was a long time coming.....It’s pretty clear that Ireland haven’t been the masters of Eurovision for a looooong time. And we all know who took over....

I-I literally have nothing much to say.....I’m listening to her right now, and she’s killing it.....Her voice is on point, even when she’s on the verge of tears.....It makes me emotional......

B-but....if I may have a moment for the runners-up....

Finland, do NOT let this demotivate you.....Go congratulate your guy. HE IS A WINNER. Considering your record, second place and televote winner is an INSANELY GOOD RESULT!!! Throw him the party he deserves!!! YOU BETTER!!!

Shout-outs to the countries that I believe deserved better.....Austria, France, UK, and poor Germany......All lost in this wild commotion...

And Australia, I can’t be TOO hurt over. They got that top ten result I wanted. I expected a bigger televote result, but I also expected a WORSE jury result, so I cannot complain. They broke even. Ninth place. I’ll take it! I’LL TAKE IT! EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT!!!

I cannot stress how much I adore “Promise”. Not QUITE up there with my favorite song last year, but I’ve been quoting it a LOT, if you can’t tell. XD Perfect song for when I’m in the mood for a motivator AND hard music at the same time. I’m gonna be keeping it. Cannot be happier it exists. So thank you......

I’ll give my final thoughts on the results and the show in general, later on, probably in a couple days (or even tomorrow), after I rewatch it....

For now......I need to come down from this high.....

CHA CHA CHACHA CHA CHA CHAAAAAAaaaaaa *falls over*

[deejkg1]

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[conchshell]

Do you think Five learned martial arts or any other fighting tactic besides neck snapping and using weapons?

P.S. Everyday I miss Elliot being alive, him and Five bonding, and seeing Five actually being sad he got caught in the crossfire :((

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I definitely do! I mean I think that all the kids would have done sparring sessions under Reginald watchful eye, which I think can be seen best in Allison's fight against the assassins in S1E3. But do I also think that The Commission teaches their agents how to make the most of hand-to-hand combat. I mean the moves Five pulls off against Lila in the warehouse were impressive, and Hazel does a few maneuvers that were surprisingly agile. And I can't not mention the Diego and Cha-Cha fight back in S1E10, it's clearly evident that she's incredibly skilled when it comes to fighting without a weapon.

And same here! When Elliott first arrived I didn't think much of him, but I got so attached to his character and was devasted when he was killed. And I think as much as Five saw a temporary Umbrella Academy HQ in his house, he was genuinely sad when he realised that Elliott had died because of his intervention. While he's very pragmatic and understands that someone may need to die to prevent the deaths of many, he always seems understandably upset when someone innocent dies unnecessarily.

[juneookami]

I’m like half through episode 4 and Leonard is creepy as fuck. Just, off the charts creepy. Not sure if that’s the character or me developing a healthy allergy to men who get to cloose too fast.

[enviedriches]

Basic Information:

Name: Remy.

Age: 18.

Place of Birth: Paris Citadel.

Current Home: Ollaendo (Capital City), Kingdom of Dijeuni.

Occupation: Chef’s assistant.

Skeleton Bio:

Remy comes from a family of poor residents, who must steal to survive, believing that they will never become anything more. Remy of course has bigger dreams, and feels the need to work for what he gets. Starting from the bottom he is slowly working his way up the ladder, now aiding a chef who cooks for one of the lords of the land

Remy has a nose for spices, and a natural talent with a wide range of foods.

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