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Forgiveness.
#ozark#wendy byrde#i support womens wrongs#yeah i'm finally finishing ozark and hoooly shit dude#thee womens wrongs show
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i mean this amongst the material where we were Ever supposed to be at all on the same page about axe & wendy's nightmare quasiromance including that it was after the vicious pettiness stalking & relationship sabotaging from axe that we got the warmest & fuzziest rather than wendy finally reaching a breaking point, or know that it's not great if prince goes around taking advantage of young employees his kid's age but we would never disrespect that person by calling them a victim and also we can't even think too badly of him until he outright confirms (rudely!) he feels entitled, and then we also will actually do nothing about this save for eventually saying actually it looks bad if his wife also has sex outside the marriage, which would defy his entitlement
#shoutout to sacker as being the one woman around here who like actually had arcs that went anywhere#all this and rian having to be closeted too. for no reward except [here's this role: Some Asshole]#bonnie; another Some Asshole; largely also granted like ''but she's sexually available to some man worthy Enough of sex''#which is a completely superficial matter. even if we like ben he might be too much of a pussy#we won't confirm his sexuality is Wrong but no room for it being right; either#unbelievable like ''well at least now wendy will give up on axe'' wrong!! the magic of his possessiveness going off the rails :')#her Not going to superhell doesn't even have anything to do with it....#meanwhile rian bonking prince for no reason at least was supposed to be this ''twist'' that what the? prince is shit?#(relevantly: prince bullying the autistic guy on day 1 does Not reveal this (: )#still unbelievable that just went away. actually thee problem is that an open marriage is a weird look! don't you own your wife?? cmon#and also its handling was; let's say; ''underwhelming.'' up next rian being horrible always but this is also: nothing!#including: not an arc. never gave her one. And That's Women! (rian oughting to be textually nonbinary but started off slightly too late)#that's also; relevantly: Power Dynamics! well don't be rude about it. claiming victimhood? demeaning. abuse does show you care at all tho#winston billions#like this when wendy's Supposed to be [right] in being more independent(tm) from these shit men.#this when prince is Supposed to be wrongish for using his power to take advantage of someone. this is what we are mustering#this and that if you abuse your autistic coworker the only thing Wrong about it is that you're being too nice in not ignoring them more#good thing we know rian did that too! the Empowerment deserved; like claiming fault for prince's actions#god only knows why it was important taylor make some pass out of nowhere & rian also be Responsible for their feelings abt rejection....#well but some ppl Do have a degree of entitlement to sex! the worthier ones. it Must be explained why this doesn't mean taylor's Unworthy#anyways underwhelmingly typical but sometimes it is like i am throwing billions through a wall. thus just posting it out lmao
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astro obvs. & notes #1 - general
author’s note - this is for entertainment purposes only, none of this is fact. these are simply my own opinions!
- neptune 1H 🤝 pisces rising, noticing their eyes first. the water influence to these placements adds something that draws you in like a current, no pun intended. i used to work with a pisces rising, and she literally looked like a pretty fish (lmfao) big, shiny eyes. either of these placements can find it incredibly easy to appear sensual or seductive.
- speaking of water placements! i’ve also noticed pisces placements tend to take a lot of pictures around water. beaches, hot tubs, rivers.
- this can also be said for air signs (esp. libra) but with things they enjoy! i’m always seeing personal interest posts from libras, aquarians and geminis. music, video games, political causes, shows they’re watching, food, celebrities, etc. anything they like, they post. anything.
- i’ve never laughed harder than when i’m with people who have heavy gemini, capricorn, sagittarius and leo placements
- in my personal opinion and experience, capricorn risings are what people think scorpio rising is. i’ve only met one scorpio rising irl (that i know of) and she did not fit martian/plutonian ruling at all. celebrity examples ⬇️
kim hongjoong of ateez. the intimidation factor, the style, sex appeal, the interest in piercings/tattoos. he’s a capricorn rising, with his chart ruler, saturn, in the sign of aries so we see a lot of red/martian influence from him as well.
megan fox. she’s been a little fuckin weird ever since she dated mgk (that man makes me physically ill to look at much less read about) but! she had her bad bitch moments! being known primarily for her sex appeal + starring in jennifer’s body (a gothic treasure btw) i feel is very scorpio coded however she herself is a capricorn rising, with a sagittarius saturn in the 11h, more fire influence from her as well just like with hongjoong.
joan jett. THEE female guitarist of the 80s. her whole career was surrounded by sex, scandals, drugs, all the darker themes of rock n roll in general. she’s another fire ruled capricorn rising and a sagittarius saturn in the 11h like megan. her style and even her personality has an edge to it, much more fitting for scorpio/plutonian stereotypes rather the capricorn ones. imo.
- actors who’ve done major/recognizable roles in horror usually have a capricorn neptune. neptune is imagination and capricorn is ruled by the devil card in tarot. combine the two and you have quite literally = dark imagination. celebrity examples ⬇️
mia goth staring in the X series as the main face of the trilogy
bill skarsgard being the main face of the IT remake as pennywise
evan peters as tate langdon in AHS, he also played jeffery dahmer recently for netflix.
- capricorn actually shows up quite a bit in the horror genre, esp. gore and paranormal. both actors and writers.
- sagittarius too, oddly enough. a lot of well known faces of horror have major sagittarius placements/stelliums/jupiter dominance.
- underdeveloped cancer placements are more manipulative and two faced than geminis. i see so much gem slander on here, and don’t get me wrong, i love both cancer and gemini placements! however i’ve met and befriended quite a few of both, and cancers by far have been the common denominator in issues around them more than once. stirring the pot then turning around and playing the victim when people are frustrated, lying, playing both sides to better their own situation, and even playing people against each other. i’ve never seen such hateful behaviors from the geminis i know irl.
- aries men are much shyer compared to the women
- taurus women i’ve met irl get pregnant very easily. venus? good coochie? idk
- grand trines are some of the most beautiful people i’ve ever seen (a grand trine is when someone’s big 3, so sun/moon/rising, are in the same element but in all 3 different signs. ex: virgo sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising)
- queer individuals with pisces placements can pass as straight pretty easily if they wanted to. most of them are chameleons
- aries risings i’m so sorry for the household you had growing up. i see martian childhoods usually being the ones who dealt with screaming matches, toxic parents, poverty and underlying issues with siblings that last into adulthood
- i’m not surprised at all when libra placements tell me they’re in college for a general studies degree because they can’t figure out what they wanna do yet
- a lot of fan favorite female characters in video games are canonically cancers
- if you think your rising sign doesn’t suit you very well, try looking at whatever planet correlates with your gender identity. masculine: sun and mars, feminine: venus and moon. the houses and signs of these should help you out a little bit
- libra placements absolutely get favoritism at least once in their life, jobs/family dynamics especially
- sagittarius women usually have rough love lives, at least in the beginning. a lot of them try to save and help partners who don’t deserve it and they get hurt badly in the process. same goes with pisces women
- virgo venus is not that bad of a placement as stereotypes make it out to be. clean freaks? yes. perfectionists? usually, yes. loyal? yes. remember the small things? yes. romantic? no. at least not in a cheesy way. sensual? yes.
- lilith aspects to any of the big 3 is a bad bitch placement. honorable mention is venus/lilith aspects as well
- air signs like spicy food just as much as fire signs
- a lot of rappers have heavy mercurial placements (virgo and gemini) (3h and 6h)
- mc aspecting venus in anyway is usually the person who fools around with coworkers/may even cheat on a partner with someone they work with. most people with this placement have definitely had a partner at one point or another worried about someone they work with. may be the type to have a “work wife”/“work husband”
- 6h chiron is the person who’s life has been majorly impacted by their own or someone else’s health. disabilities, chronic illnesses, stds, limb amputation, skin grafts, etc.
- aries moon and mercury combo = bad potty mouth, cursing is an almost unbreakable habit
- speaking of aries! aries and aquarius placements together in any of these ➡️ moon, venus, mars, lilith, pluto ➡️ usually have a tendency to jump around from partner to partner very quickly, including falling back into exes. their thoughts and opinions on people and things change SO quickly that they usually are the kind of people who have rosters (unintentionally). they are upfront, they don’t lie or drag anyone along but they do seem to be restless when it comes to romance. even if they don’t physically date a lot, they may often THINK of it, their minds going a million miles a minute
- geminis do not get the rep they deserve for being freaks. not only does the sign traditionally rule the throat/lungs/hands/nervous system, (choking, breath play, hickies, hand fetish/fingering, blindfolding and sub/dom dynamics) but it’s also ruled by the lovers card in tarot 👁️👁️
- fixed signs 🤝 tattoos
- sagittarius/capricorn/pisces/libra placements usually have issues with religion/spirituality growing up. either they were forced into one as kids and they have an unhealthy relationship with their god now as an adult or they simply struggle to find something that feels true to them. this is just my experience but every single friend i’ve had who’s left the christian church, had an interest in paganism/buddhism, joined the satanic temple, grew up as strict catholics, etc, have had these placements. religion is a revolving door for them and it’s a common subject of struggle in their life
- women with pisces placements tend fall into unhealthy relationships very easily, especially if they’re heterosexual and dating men. they fall in love with the idea of love before the actual person presenting it. they are bossed around very easy and usually don’t like confrontation. honorable mentions for this as well: pisces stellium, cancer stellium/mercury/saturn, 7h saturn
- cheesy hallmark movies make me think of taurus/libra venus placements, 7h venus as well
- 5h cancer/moon/venus, cancer rising/moon dom, 5h/8h synastry aspects please be wary of accidental pregnancies! wrap it before you tap it cause y’all extra fertile 💀
- most well known streamers/youtubers have 10h stelliums, including their venus. a lot of them will end up dating another social media presence/someone who shares a platform/job with them
yay first post! pardon any spelling errors i’m proof reading this half asleep ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
#astrology#astrology observations#aries#taurus#gemini#cancer#leo#virgo#libra#scorpio#sagittarius#capricorn#aqaurius#pisces#stellium#capricornneptune#10hstellium#7h saturn
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This is fucking bullshit. All of this is so stupid. I’m gonna kick his fucking ass. Me and Woo-Jin had been kinda on and off for about two years, at first it was fine because I wasn’t ready to settle down so it was all fun and games. But now I’ve been trying to slowly show him I’m ready for the real thing. Full on relationship, our parents had already met, with my parents practically becoming friends for life with his after agreeing to endorse his father’s campaign. His mother constantly telling me how much of a good daughter I am, and how she views me as her own.
Everything was slowly coming together until that fucking teacher arrived. Her nasty disgusting elderly ass decides to fuck my man. It seems like no one in this school realized Woo-Jin belonged to me. Not even him, well not yet. Storming through the school with my shirt slightly unbuttoned from the top leaving my sloppy tie on display just how I like it. It’s a style. Skirts were always a hit or miss for me, seemed no one in Korea understood the struggles of having a fat ass. My knee-high socks had fallen down slightly revealing a few of my tattoos. Shall I say baddest bitch at school for you. Yes, yes indeed.
I make my way up to our special classroom where I had told the man himself to meet me. Walking in the room I notice He-ra in there as well. Now before you say it that’s my bitch. Love her to death. But now isn’t the time for her and her constant back talk that I know she will give without explanation. “He-ra I love you so much babe, but I’m about to embarrass the fuck outta your bestie right now so can you please give us a minute. And I mean go to class not wait outside and listen this time.” She turns to me grabbing her things, “I wasn’t gonna listen to your guys speak, last time I tried to ease drop on you two felt like I was listening to unfiltered porn.”
Watching her walk out the room I see him sitting there smirking. “Stop that you make me sick. You piece of shit.” He motions for me to come closer as I was standing up still. Dropping my bag on the floor, I sit in the chair next to him only for him to grab my arm and push me into his lap. “What’s wrong, Cherie? And what are you gonna embarrass me with?” Pushing his hands that had landed on my hips off me, I sit firmly. Feeling the tension in the room. “When where u gonna tell me you are into old broke bitches now, huh? Miss me that much? You have your sluts acting out of order around me.” He tries to speak up but I place my finger on his plump lips. Causing him to slowly wrap his lips around my finger.
Wow can’t believe he is playing dirty right now. Two can play that game. “Guess your skills are getting old, it’s not working for you anymore is that it baby, is that why you are fucking old women now.” He removes his lips from my fingers and starts leaving kisses on my neck. Open-mouthed kisses are my fucking weakness and he knows this. “What did she say to you?” For a minute I couldn’t respond. I was lying through my teeth this entire time his skills always worked but I knew so did mine. “Kept trying to speak to me saying how worried she was about me since she has noticed me and you barely talk. She wanted to offer me a moment to let out my emotional side and show her how impacted I am now that you have moved on to someone new apparently. Messy ass teacher.”
Hearing this he stopped, “aww are you jealous, baby?” Seeing the mischievous smile on his amazing face almost made me crumble until I started to lean in for him to show off something I know would get me victory. “Is that a fucking hickey? Cherie you’re not serious right, no marks we talked about that. You have shitty guys leaving marks on your body to remember them.” He gripped my neck once he realized I was smiling, “Oo I didn’t even notice he was mainly focused on my bottom half when he did that, guess that’s my bad.” Chuckling and making my way to move off of his lap until he gripped my hips keeping me firmly placed glued to him. “No more of that, me and you that’s it. You only need me, how many times do I have to fuck you to prove that huh? Do you hate walking, is that it?”
“You’re sleeping around too, asshole. Get that dog under control and maybe I’ll let you have me. Any way you want it baby.” He smiles at me before unlocking his phone and pressing the camera icon. “What are you doing, sending her photos Woo-Jin? Wow you truly don’t give a fuck about me do you. Such an asshole.” He wipes my tears before leaning in to kiss me softly. “Cherie I like you so much, actually I fucking love you. Everything about you. I’m not sending her pictures, two options ok. I could text her it’s over or I could bend you over this chair and fuck you til you’re begging me to stop and send it to her. But, something tells me you like the second option more.”
Leaning closer to bite his ear, I whisper, “how many rounds can you give me before next class, huh pretty boy?” He grabs my breast, before kissing my ear. “My next course doesn’t start until 4, it’s currently 1. Which means we have to test this theory, are you up for it beautiful?” Unbuttoning his shirt, while spreading my hands across his chest I nod. “Always up for a challenge, pretty boy. But can you handle it. I don’t move at that same pace as you’re used to now. Since you have downgraded to fucking the retirement community. Can you even keep up?” He pulls me closer kissing my hands. “Can I, handle you? Baby you’re not leaving this room til you tap out.”
“Say less, pretty boy.”
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hi hi! i saw that u were asking for reqs and prompt 29 rlly had me thinking… imagine you’ve been there for 2 years and are the only girl, and you don’t socialize much, you do your part and keep to yourself so no one knows much abt you. but when thomas shows up, he continues to bug you with questions/bother you including why ur the only girl there. there’s a lot of tension and one night he wonders off in the woods he finds you and one thing leads to another and it happens..!
AHH okay this is sending me to hell bc my mind is going feral just thinking about it and I literally am so excited to write this one. And thank you so much for requesting one <333 (this is my first time writing smut so bear with me)
Idk how to tag these correctly bc I’ve never posted anything but if I’m wrong just correct me: p in v, slight fingering, praising, degrading, dirty talk, mentions of edging, mentions of getting caught, choking kink, slight size kink, slight/moderate pain kink, oral sex!f receiving, a few uses of y/n, nicknames, 2nd person pov. Majorly unedited and not proofread (grammarly told me there were 149 errors but it’s 2:24 in the morning so grammarly can kindly fuck off. hopefully this is bearable to read.)
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29– Thomas
“Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”
The last few days were… something else. Like clockwork every month, another greenie arrived, but to you that just meant another person bugging the shit out of you until they got over it. What were you supposed to tell them? That you just felt like coming up into the maze and trapping yourself here for two years just because you were bored? Every single greenie, without fail, always pestered you like a small gnat swirling around your ear each day; “why are you the only girl? Why are you here? Is it hard being the only girl?” And of course the alarmingly obviously questions that crossed every new shank’s mind, but only few braved to ask.
You mostly managed to steer clear of the lewd obscenities, letting the few friends you made take care of it for you since it got to be an irritable subject for you very quickly. But, unfortunately, there were some that wanted to ask the girl herself. Some that didn’t even know your name, yet still approached you with a supercilious guise thinking that it would somehow win you over. Each time it made you wonder what they put in these new greenies before sending them up; they just kept getting worse and worse.
Majority of the gladers knew your name, but then again how could they not? Some knew it but just decided to call you whatever you wanted; as if you being a girl made you less human and more of an object. Those were the boys that could only dream of touching a girl, never mind even being able to hookup with one.
You were surprised by the amount of people that actually treated you as equal, even though it was the bare fucking minimum. Sometimes you found it ironic how Chuck—the youngest glader here—didn’t even think twice about your humanity status when half the so-called “men” in this place treated you like scut. The boy having stated many times that “you’re a human too, just like the rest of us. We each play our part and at the end of the day; work is work. It doesn’t matter how old you are or if you’re a guy or a girl.” You think one of the reasons you were such good friends with the boy was because he could easily relate to your struggles; him being the youngest glader and always treated like a baby who couldn’t comprehend the simplest things, and you being the only girl who’s treated like shit because apparently women can’t possibly be able to do the same things as men. You were both deeply misunderstood, and that served as a foundation for one of your closest relationships.
Of course the leader, Alby, had always said the same; you were to be treated as equal. He’d even brought up the fact that it was dispiriting that the matter was even a question at all. Some days were worse than others, only granting you the energy to will yourself out of the small hut Gally and few others helped you build, at the last possible second and skipping breakfast as you trudged your way over to the gardens, taking your place by Newt. From there, maybe you’d have an occasional conversation about the dirt that constantly flung into your eyes, automatically irritating both your sight and your mood, or maybe about how brutally the blazing sun treated your reddening shoulders and face.
But on those days—the bad ones—you kept silent, doing what you were told when you were told, taking part in the roles that made the glade work. Maybe you’d join the rest of the glade for supper, sitting with the very few people you called ‘friends’ but at the end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation that inevitably reeled you in. More often than not, bad days usually warranted you to take the meal to your hut after a quick ‘thanks’ to Frypan, then making the isolated trip to the comforting confines of your own space.
You tried keeping to yourself, afraid to get too close with anyone that wasn’t Chuck or Newt, but of course your name was brought up quite often. It never made sense, though; you rarely interacted with anyone, even the people you exchanged words with on occasion, not much was known about you. You even tried to avoid being seen as often as possible in hopes that your absence would somehow make the gladers forget about your existence.
Yet every month when a new greenie was sent up, terrified and questioning their entire existence, it also started a new uproar around your name. So with Thomas, it was no different. Well, almost no different.
After he showed up, he wasn’t subtle with his intentions like most were—always asking anyone he could about anything that might make you more 3-dimensional in his eyes. So when he saw you talking to Chuck and ruffling the young boy’s hair, he used their already-forming bond to his advantage.
“Hey, Chuck, who was that?” He pretended to be oblivious as if he hadn’t been staring at you all day every day, the way your hair was always tied back in a single low braid, how the small strands that were too short slipped from the crossed-pattern and framed your face, how your sun-kissed nose scrunched whenever some minor inconvenience passed your way or the way your head tilted ever-so-slightly as a way to show your confusion.
He was well aware that this most certainly happened with every new arrival; the pestering questions, the intrusive thoughts, yet he was infatuated with wanting to know absolutely everything he could.
“Who? Her?” Chuck followed the older boy’s gaze, quickly losing interest once he saw where it led.
Thomas’s gaze, however, didn’t falter. He couldn’t decide what part of you to focus on. Maybe the way you effortlessly carried buckets and buckets of whatever the hell was needed for gardening, but it looked heavy enough to make him stare in awe. He was shameless. “Yes her. Who is she?”
“A person.” Chuck answered, being frustratingly vague.
Thomas finally pulled his brown eyes from you, landing them on the smaller boy beside him. “What’s her name?”
“Why does it matter?” The young boy was all too familiar with the questions of each newbie, most greenies coming to Chuck for the same thing each month that became almost a routine to give out as little information as possible to protect his friend.
Thomas sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. “Because I wanna’ know.” He answered bluntly.
“You wouldn’t care what that guy’s name is,” Chuck pointed to a builder named Dan. “So why do you care what her name is?”
The greenie squinted his eyes, jaw clenched in slight irritation, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent than before. “Because I just want to know?”
“Y/N, her name is Y/N. There.” Chuck’s bitter tone was definitely a eye-opener, the boy usually sweet and happy to make new friends.
“Thanks.” Thomas managed to get a small thumbs up in return as Chuck walked further away, obviously done with their conversation.
. . .
The next few days left Thomas’s curiosity at a higher peak, even worse than when he first got here—before he knew about the girl. Luckily Chuck had told you each time the greenie asked another question, and you couldn’t express how grateful you were for the young boy since he never answered them.
However, despite Chuck’s anguished attempts at telling Thomas to leave you alone, the greenie pursued his interests in getting to know you more, although it was nearly inevitable that this would happen.
On this particular day, though, he couldn’t seem to find you. Much to his dismay, you were in the Deadheads, sitting by the small brook that always seemed to flow despite the enclosed glade. It was night, the sun long gone although the heat never seemed to leave. You liked the Deadheads, specifically the brook. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of water trickling over small rocks and folding in on itself, and maybe the occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. The peaceful sounds were a drastic difference to the clanking of shovels on rocks that seemed to peeve each gardener, or tools hammering wood that echoed across the entire open glade.
It was rare, but sometimes you’d accidentally fall asleep in the woods due to the calming nature, serving for an aching back and sore neck that shot pain thorough your whole body when you craned it the wrong way. It would’ve been one of those nights, except the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping under someone’s foot brought you back from your half-asleep state. You sat up against the tree, your legs crossing as you looked around. The only people who knew you came out here were sure to be asleep by now, Chuck always falling asleep the second the second he laid down on his hammock, and Newt knowing you didn’t like to be bothered out here.
You thought back to when Ben had been stung and was chasing Thomas through the Deadheads, and you thought the same was about to happen to you. Grabbing a small stick by your side— that would probably snap if any pressure were applied— you stood up and looked around the dark forest. The plush foliage provided little to no light, which left your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible.
You held the stick out in front of you and slowly backed up, occasionally spinning around to check behind you, the stick swinging through the air like it was wielded by a maniac.
The lack of light confused your senses, and somehow you didn’t you didn’t hear the cracking and snapping of leave and twigs, or feet the heat behind you getting closer and closer until your back slammed into something that scared you so bad you almost yelped as you whipped around to threaten whoever it was with the flimsy stick that almost snapped when you turned. You were greeted with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn’t just another in the sixty something faces in the glade that you had yet to learn the name of. It was a new one.
“Shit— sorry.” He muttered quickly, large, outstretched hands already on your shoulders to steady you.
You back up slightly, hoping his grip would fall off, and it did. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The boy automatically took to fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit you guessed. “I, uh… I was looking for you, actually. Chuck told me you might be out here.”
You squinted your eyes slightly, not believing him since Chuck knew better than to tell a random greenie where you’d most likely be during your free time. “Did he?”
The greenie struggled to come up with an excuse, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground.
“Or did you just watch me come out here earlier with the plans of following me, hoping I’d still be here after you were done with your job?” You added with a raised brow, a clear annoyed tone evident in your voice.
“Wel— No that’s not— I mean… well, you’re probably used to the newbies bothering you—”
“Damn right I am. And I don’t expect you to be any different, so unless you have anything important to say, then I’m just gonna leave.” You got straight to the point, not caring to sugarcoat or be nice to him since you’d tried that before with other greenies, and it usually didn’t turn out well. You dropped your stick and started to turn away from him when you heard his footsteps following you again, his voice following soon after.
“Well, no, but I just wanted to talk to you. I don’t know you v—”
“So let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You said, sounding as if you were talking to a child.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, a small habit of his. “Could you just stop cutting me off?”
“Why should I?” You said, brown raised in annoyance as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg.
“Because I fucking asked? It shouldn’t be that hard to be nice to someone.”
You scoffed, his attitude impressing you since it almost matched yours perfectly. You eyed him before opening your mouth to speak. “You’re right, it shouldn’t be. So why’re you making it so difficult then?” You asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, your head tilted coyly.
He let out a quick sigh, jaw clenching in irritation. “Because, all I did was try and talk to you and you’re being a bitch about it.”
Your head jerked back slightly, your eyebrows automatically raised with a taunting smile of disbelief creeping up. “You just can’t help it with the foul language can you?” You said with a laugh, one that seemed to get on his nerves even more. It was almost impressive how irritable he was. “Maybe you should try talking to directly instead of bugging my friends—especially Chuck— about me. Y’know, like a conversation or something? Maybe start off with a small introduction like your name or something a little less hostile.”
“Fine, I’m—”
“I know who you are.” It wasn’t intentional but you realized that you had cut him off again. But instead of apologizing, you almost wanted to see how pissed he could get before stomping off.
He was definitely contemplating it, almost losing interest since your attitude made him want to smash his head against a rock, but his pure stubbornness was what kept him standing there. “Again with the cutting me off! Is that all you ever do? ‘S that why you don’t have any friends.”
Being the only girl in a glade full of boys made this seem like nothing compared what else you’ve heard, so his little insults and slight temper tantrum did nothing. “Well you said you wanted to talk to me, and I’m assuming you wanted to get to know me more since all you ever do is bother Chuck.” You said with a shrug. “Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can.”
Something about your tone, the way it was taunting him, teasing him in a way that he couldn’t tell if he should hate you or want to slam you against a tree and— he shook his head, seemingly getting rid of whatever was going through his mind. “Why, you want me to insult you? Treat you like a piece of shit like everyone else does?”
You didn’t respond. Rather, you just stood there, not bothering to move as he subtly took a few slow steps toward you.
“Or maybe it’s something else?” He said, head tilting in a certain way that allowed the small streaks of moonlight peering through the spaces above that weren’t covered by trees to illuminate the beginnings of smug look on his freckled face.
Of course you knew what he looked like, he was a gardener the first few days so you had the displeasure of working near him, but something about him being up close and the way the shadowy brightness of the moon cast a perfect gleam allowed you to really notice his features. You had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy; short brown hair, a perfect nose that could make anyone jealous, pale skin littered with moles and freckles that didn’t seem to be on just his face, golden-brown eyes that looked darker than in the daylight, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tree coverage or some other reason…
“I bet it’s something else, isn’t it?” His voice was what snapped you from your thoughts, your eyes focusing back in on his darkening gaze.
“Huh?” You said, your eyes practically in slits at this point. You couldn’t tell if your question was actually a question, or if it was because you’d already forgotten what he asked before.
He took a step closer, yet he wasn’t actually that close. It was simply the darkness of the Deadheads and the way your other senses tried to account for your poor vision that made it seem like he was towering over you.
Or maybe he was.
“I said, are you just always a bitch like this, or do you do it because you like the way people respond. The way they get irritated and go off on you or treat you like shit all for you to complain about it afterwards.” You almost couldn’t believe his words. But what was less believable was the feeling that resonated in the pit of your stomach. One that had you thinking things you shouldn’t be.
“What? What the hell is wrong with you?” You spat out, trying to act offended.
His smirk grew, telling you that you reacted exactly how he expected. “You didn’t answer my question.” He took another step forward.
“I don’t have to.” You stepped back.
He noticed your slight step back, he also noticed the tree behind you—he same one you’d almost fallen asleep against earlier—getting closer each time. “I think it’s only fair that you do, so, go ahead. Answer it.”
Now, there were two ways you could’ve answered this. Which one did you choose? The one you knew would get the better reaction, of course. “Make me.”
One step later, you were already back up against the tree, seemingly nowhere to go (you could easily step to the side), and Thomas right in front of you, head tilted downwards to look at you because of the height difference. “I don’t think you really want me to. You’re just saying that.”
“Oh yeah? Try me.” You whispered lazily, a small gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him.
He brown ones bored into yours, an almost-mischievous glint behind them. He leaned down, his mouth inches from your ear, his hand against the tree on the other side of your head. “Maybe I will.”
You couldn’t help the way your knees felt weak, something about his voice; the raspiness embedded in his low, deep tone. “Maybe you should.” You breathed out, watching him pull back, his eyes flicking between your eyes and somewhere else.
His other hand slid around your waist, large palm being a source of heat as if the night air wasn’t already warm enough. It was torturous, the way his lips ghosted around your skin, every area he passed felt empty after the heat of his presence left, the way you felt his breath brush her face when he laughed at his own teasing actions.
His hand slid around to your lower back, pulling it forward in an arch as your upper back stayed against the tree. Thomas looked down at you, the very tip of his nose so close to yours that the heat radiating from him felt like he was actually touching you. You bit the inside of your cheek, never good with the whole ��patience’ thing.
Thomas, on the other hand, could’ve dragged this out all night. But when he met your gaze, the look in your eye let the thought slip from his mind. It was when you whispered some words that didn’t quite stick in his brain against his lips, that’s what got to him. He bent down and connected your lips, the kiss wasn’t a slow, savoring-every-moment type of kiss. It was a hungry, sloppy, impatient kiss that made it seem like he was devouring you.
It was needy and heated, more teeth-clashing and tongue-tangling than anything. His lips were chapped and rough, but then again so we’re yours after two years in the glade.
His lips trailed down your cheek, then your jaw, then right under your jawline, nipping at the surprisingly soft skin. His lips followed your jawline until they were right under your ear, finding a sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.
You breathed out softly, biting the inside of your cheek as your head tilted backwards, hitting the bumpy bark of the tree. To your left was his outstretched arm that he used to hold himself up against a the tree, and to your right was his head, slightly buried in the crook of your neck as he peppered the spot with little nips as kisses. He freehand—the one that was on your lower back—slipped down to the curve of your ass, squeezing all around the plump skin.
“How’s this for getting to know you?” He breathed against your skin.
You bit your lip, just a little, but enough that his scrutinizing gaze caught it. “I think you, uh, you should get to know me just a little better, y’know?” You said, a small lump in the back of your throat that wouldn’t go down.
“Hmm, think I should, huh?” He teased.
“Mhm, yeah… y-you should.” You nodded, teeth gliding over your own bottom lip as you tugged his hair gently so he’d look up at you.
The heel of Thomas’s palm dug into your ass, prompting you to jump up a little. To jump right into his arms. Your thigh hitched up on his waist, his hand gliding from your ass to under your leg, finger tips reach the the inside of your thigh. Your other foot steady on the ground— well, would’ve been steady if you hadn’t stepped on a tree stump. Your footing faltered, twisting your ankle in the process and you pulled from the recently rekindled kiss to wince.
He chuckled and lifted up your other thigh, practically holding you up until you got the hint to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back was pressed into the tree, bare shoulders are partially-bare upper back collecting scratches and green moss smudges.
Thomas didn’t waste anymore time, the fingers of his free hand already sliding down your torso and half under the waistband of your jeans. He only stopped for a brief moment, looking up at you as you nodded back—maybe a little too eagerly.
He didn’t even bother to unbutton them or unzip them for the time being, his fingers twitching with the thought of touching you in mind. While he was just as impatient as you, he still managed to find the will in him to tease you. Two of his veiny fingers swipes over your panties, starting at the beginning of your wetness and dragging them all the way up to your cloth-covered clit. You couldn’t deny nor hide it anymore, you were soaked—rather, your panties were.
“Damn, this all for me? Guess you liked the idea of me proving you wrong, huh?” He taunted.
Your eyes bore into his like you wanted to say something snarky, but you literally could not lie. He felt it. He felt what he did to you. He knew the slight power he had over you—although you were sure he didn’t quite know just how much power he possessed.
Reluctantly, you tenaciously nodded up at him, just a very slight head movement that you hoped he’d miss, but of course he didn’t. You were grateful he didn’t respond, with words anyway, but you could see see the glint in his eye that made you want to kick him, slap him, anything you could to get your point across. But he made you weak in the knees, figuratively and literally since one of his hands was under your ass holding you up, your legs raveled around his waist and connected at his lower back.
At first, when you felt his hand leave your ass, you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed by the loss of touch, or to expect your body to hit the ground. But it didn’t. He had you pinned against the tree, your legs already locked tightly around him, your arms slung around his neck.
His, now free, hand glides around to the front of your thigh, up your stomach (it would’ve gone under your shirt if he didn’t have other plans), over your tank top-covered breasts, fingers stopping momentarily to knead the dough-y flesh, and making their final stop around your throat just below your jaw—palm pressing against your airway loosely, pointer and thumb fingers settling below your ears on either side of your head.
The fingers caressing your sopping panties also became more active; drawing slow lines up and down.
“T-Thomas,” you stuttered, not because he hand was that tight, but simply because it was tight enough to warrant a gasp present in your words. “Don’t tease me.”
You were really in no position to be the one saying commands, but it was the sheer stubborn-confidence that impressed him enough to consider the choked out words. “As you wish.” He spoke, slipping two fingers past your panties, the material bunching to the side, and right into you without any warning. Well, to be fair he did give you a warning, just no time to process before you felt his long, slender fingers gliding against your walls.
“Fuck— Thomas.” You breathed out, your tone a little whiny. You were almost embarrassed at how easily you gave in, how easily you let him get you this way.
He gave your throat one last little squeeze and dropped his hand down to one of the straps on your tank top. He was considering sliding it under your shirt, but then he’d have to go through more trouble to get it off seeing as you were leaned against a tree. So, Thomas decided to take what he knew you’d give, and he tugged at the straps.
You knew your standards were low when consent made your heart swoon, feeling the nervous hot-and-cold sweats rack your body. But being the only girl in the glade, you were glad someone other than your friends was showing you respect…ish.
After seeing your nod, he slid the strap down and you pulled your arm back and through the thing fabric piece, the same was done on the other side. Thomas’s fingers were barely moving, too slow even for his teasing pace, but his brain had a little more focus on what he was trying to do with one hand.
A few seconds later, and you were gasping at the sudden coldness you felt against your pert nipples. It was an odd sensation, the glade was always hot yet when your bare chest was exposed, the air felt cool.
The chilled breeze caused the buds to instantly harden, making something of Thomas’s harden as well. “Shit, angel, no bra?”
You hadn’t worn a bra since today was one of those days— the ones with low energy, restless sleep barely giving you enough stamina to will yourself throughout the day. “No…” you admitted, almost shamefully.
Before you could even think, lips were wrapped around the sensitive buds, a tongue flat as it pressed over the top. You let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a small moan, finger tangling in his hair automatically.
Thomas simply couldn’t leave your other side untreated, so he rolled your other nipple between his fingers while fucking you with the other hand. Every sound you made, whether it be a sigh, a moan, a whimper, a small whine of his name, each and every one of them seemed to be egging him on more. Like small pleas and begs for more of his touch.
And whether you knew it or not, that exactly what they were; your body whining, aching for anything he’d give you, grateful for the plainest stroke of his digits in your wet cunt, or the effortless drag of his smooth tongue across your pebbled nipple.
Somewhere between small praises and straight-up degradation, you manages you end up without any clothes and Thomas’s pretty face between your legs as you stand there against the tree; teeth clenched, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at his scalp leaving a stinging sensation in their wake. It felt good— the burn of your jagged nails against his already sensitive scalp, the sun un-ironically taking part in making sure it would hurt him.
The tree bark dug into your bare back as you simultaneously pushed yourself up on your tip-toes, squirming at the sensation of his tongue on your clit becoming too much, yet tugging his face further between your wobbly thighs with the grip you had on his brown hair.
Thomas decided he liked you best when you were like this; a sweaty, moaning, whimpering, indecisive mess for him— despite only speaking his first words to you less than an hour ago.
And quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing spurring you on, giving you the shamelessness needed to give yourself up like this was the undying need to cum. He had be fucking edging you this whole damn time, yet you couldn’t complain. Not while he was pleasuring you at least. Your protests came after you didn’t—after the way he’d suck on and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud, getting you right there, only to pull away as you were about to topple over the edge.
It might not have been verbal, but maybe you’d give his hair a particularly harsh yank, or dig your nails into his raw scalp with as much strength as you could muster. Unbeknownst to you, Thomas enjoyed it. He loved the way you whined and squirmed, body begging for a release even if your mouth was too stubborn to communicate it. He loved the pain you inflicted on him, the pricking sensation hurting so bad—yet not enough—that it felt good.
“Did I get you to change your mind yet, Angel?” Thomas spoke against your cunt, lips glistening with you juices, eyes dark as he looked up at you with a captivating stare that you fell prisoner to time and time again.
You bit down on your lip brutally, the discomfort not even phasing you anymore. You were sure your lips would be bruised and possibly bloodied in the morning for more than one reason. “Thomas… please,” There it was. The first real plead that spilled from your lips. Not the desperate whines or frustrated grunts you’d given him earlier, but an actual word that put your need on full display.
And it sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined.
“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not good enough for you?” He cooed, tone mocking your desire so damn condescendingly that if it were anyone else you’d send their skull flying against the maze walls.
But you couldn’t resist, he had you under his spell, wrapped around his finger. And you knew it. You both knew it. “Fuck me, make me cum… just do something for fucks sake!” Your voice held a guise of irritation and rage, but just behind that was the exact whininess that he was looking for.
“I think I like the sound of you begging for me. It’s pretty.” He whispered, whether to himself or you, you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck anymore.
Thomas stood up, large hands sliding up the sides of your bare body, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. A whimper slipped from your swollen lips, the feeling of his hands setting your body ablaze, leaving goosebumps only the chilly day’s managed to give you in their wake. You felt like you were sweating buckets, yet the warmth radiating off his wide hands (or maybe you were just small) left the rest of your figure feeling frigid.
His lips wet lips met yours, hand meeting your throat as you gasped lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he poked and prodded at your own. You didn’t even have to think about how easily you let him in, you blatantly followed his command no matter what form in came in without a second thought.
Fingers feeling needy, you reached for his belt and he slotted his knee between your thighs, pinning you against the tree for the umpteenth time tonight. However, you didn’t hear a protest or receive a firm look coded with a not-so-hidden message, so you proceeded with your actions, fingers fumbling with the flimsy metal piece until you hear the telltale clanking sound of his belt slithering through the denim loops and clashing against the dirt floor.
His jeans dropped next, nothing to hold them up or keep them in their place as you unzipped them. His shirt had been discarded earlier, just before he got to his knees in front of you, so it was one less article of clothing in your way.
But that didn’t matter, the only one you care about was still on him. Dainty fingers lightly brushed over his bulge, your eyes dropping for just a second to catch a glimpse of his clothed size before you had to tilt your head back up due to the hand holding your throat. It was dark, but your eyes were well adjusted by now; well enough to see the tent his erection formed as you unintentionally teased him.
Your hands were impatient, your whole being was impatient, but you could at least do something about the need to have your hands around him. After practically grabbing his hard-on through his boxers, palming it roughly for just a second, you didn’t even wait to get your hands inside his boxers. Immediately, you tugged your hand up his length, his impressively long length. He groaned, cock already throbbing, twitching at the thought of being buried inside you.
The noise almost took you by surprise, and you were almost proud of yourself for being the cause. You brought your left knee up his thigh, situating it comfortably in the groove of his hip, and pushed down the remaining fabric. His free hand assisted you and helped slide the other end down until he kicked away the item that he’d be searching for in the darkness later.
Digits finding his hardness again as you continued to make out, your thumb carelessly swiped over his slit as you handled his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had you wetter than the brook you were settled by during previous hours. He felt the heat of your fingers disappear, only to return moments later with arousal that couldn’t’ e been just his.
You coated his shaft with your sticky mixture, eliciting a deep groan from the back of Thomas’s throat. Regardless of you having the last few touches that made gave other pleasure, he still wanted to remind you who was really in control.
His fingers tightened around the column of your throat, his body pressing you into the tree even more, hard enough for you to feel each ridge of wood jabbing into your back. You felt his knee pushing up against your cunt, your slick automatically coating his thigh as you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He smirked—you didn’t see—, your actions appearing needy, so much so, that they were almost pathetic.
“It’s hot as fuck knowing I made you this wet, that I got you to the point where you don’t give a fuck about how pathetic you seem, the only thought in your brain is the desire for pleasure. For me to fuck you, huh?” His words were spat with hot breath waving against your cheek, it was hard not to give in and accept his words.
“Please, Tommy… need you inside me,” until the words came out, you weren’t aware of how shameless they’d be, of how much you sounded exactly like he described. “‘nd I know you do too.” you added shortly after in an attempt to recollect some of your dignity. Didn’t work. He saw right through you.
But what did work what the whine you put on his name, the one that few called him, but only you could have him contemplating between fucking you like a normal person, or fucking you for so long and hard that neither of you could walk straight or have any cum left to give. Obviously there was only one choice in his eyes, but you couldn’t see it. You could only see blown pupils, so wide that just a sliver of brown, lust-tainted color rimmed the pitch-black darkness.
You resumed the position you were in earlier; legs squeezed tight around his waist as if your life depended on it, ankles locked in the back, heels digging into his spine a few inches above his tailbone. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, while his hand was settled at the base of yours.
Striving to be a tease, Thomas watched your reactions while he rubbed his tip up and down your wetness, starting from your hole, up to the top of your clit, then back down. Something about the moves, so calculated, so precious, so damn taunting that it almost seemed like he was mocking you, it was all becoming too much. He had been edging you all night—well, enough to to feel like it was all night—that you knew he was nearing the end of his limits as well.
Impatient by nature, Thomas merely gave your throat a warning squeeze before he slipped his tip inside. He may have been ruthless with his teasing, yes, but he wasn’t heartless. He waited, kept his hips still against his own will until you nodded or squeezed his hair each time you wanted him to push in just a smidge further. He praised and affirmed you with words you didn’t even process since the only thing your mind could focus on was the contrast of pleasure with a little bit of sting. You wanted nothing more for him to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking your stupid—and so did he—, but you decided it best for you to take it slow. At first.
Once his hips were flush with yours, hard cock filling you in ways you didn’t even know existed, you adjusted your legs around his waist, shifting until the discomfort went away mostly. You didn’t even nod or give and indignation before you bucked your hips against his, causing a sigh to fall from his pink, kiss-bitten lips, while a light moan fell from yours. He took that as his sign you were ready, and he slowly pulled his hips from yours with a semi-gentle test thrust first before he saw you were okay, then he picked up his pace in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” He groaned against your neck, hot breath symbolizing a warning before his lips were all over the soft skin.
You whimpered, your hands automatically lacing in his hair and tugging at the roots, nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. You don’t know how long your hand stayed like that before realizing you needed something better to grasp, to hold on and cling to like your fate was dependent on it.
One are tucked under his, the other following suit, and soon both hands were clawing down his back, the feeling prompting Thomas to pound away harder. Teeth against your neck let you know that you’d have to wear your hair down for the next few days, and possibly skip meals at the homestead to avoid being seen as well. Even so, you didn’t care right now. You were to wrapped up in the way his fucked into you, mercilessly pounding away at you pussy, the wet squelching sounds coming from where the two of you were connected absolutely sinful.
You knew the gladers had gone to sleep however long ago, but you also knew that a few had a hard time sleeping. Thank god Chuck had knocked out before you came out here.
The threat of getting caught is what caused you to bury your face in his shoulder, head leaning against his outstretched arm that was holding the tree for support. You nips and suck at the skin of his collarbone right where it connects to his shoulder, albeit much weaker and definitely less effort put in than him, but it gives you something to do, along with practically gouging your uneven nails down his sweaty back, to keep your mind off the seething moans that threaten to rip from your throat.
After awhile of hearing you go silent and feeling the pressure of both your lips and fingers on his skin increase, Thomas grows annoyed with your lack of sound. You feel his hand leave your throat, but you don’t exactly process it, your brain overwhelmed with too many things to worry about the loss of touch, but you do feel where it ends up. Your head is abruptly yanked back, yet somehow as gently as possible although is still leaves a pained sensation. Thomas’s fingers were in between the weaves of your—now very loose and incredibly messy—braid, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.
“Don't muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I'm fucking you.” Without a barrier to block your noises, you let out a moan at his words alone. And then everything comes crashing down. You give up on trying to quiet yourself, only having enough left in you to chase that feeling that leaves you whining incoherent words that maybe he understands, digging and clawing at any available surface you can get you dainty little fingers on (which is most likely his back or shoulder), and letting yourself go completely—letting him take care of you.
And boy does he know how to take care of you. For someone you’ve never spoken a word to until tonight, he knows how to fuck you right. He knows how to have you in his arms, body practically limp and a deadweight which only impales you more on his dick. And when he hears that you’ve given in to more than just his one request by letting your jaw fall slack, any moans or whimpers just free to waltz out, he leans in close to whisper in your ear, voice deep and slightly raspy; “Good girl.”
He feels the way your fingernails grips his shoulders harder, possibly hard enough to draw blood, and the way your already-tight walls clench around him even more. Something in his mind clicks for him that doesn’t for you, probably because your too busy with the way he fills you up so damn well his tip kisses your cervix each time you come back down on him and he fucks back up.
“You like being called a good girl, huh? You like being told how good you feel around me, being praised for doing what I say like the good girl you are?” He knows what he’s doing at this point. But that was stop you from enjoying it nonetheless.
“F—yeah, fuck, I do.” You agree with what little sanity to have left, mustering a nod that almost spends every ounce of energy.
Your eyes have him in a trance; watery, pupils blown, looking up at him with the most innocent looking eyes he could ever think of. Except he knew you weren’t innocent.
“I bet no one else fucks you like this, huh, angel? No one else gives you princess treatment because they’re too busy trying to find a way to get in your panties to even think about treating you right. But a part of you likes it, don’t you?” You merely whined, words failing you as he smirked and kept going. “You like the fact that half the guys here probably jerk off to the thought of you when they’re alone, think of you as some little slut that everyone gets a turn with in their minds. The glade’s own whore, hmm?”
“F-Fuck, Thomas,” you whimper, the feeling his words give you turning into physical pleasure, not just for yourself, but for Thomas as well when he feels your warm walls squeezing around his shaft.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it; just whoring out and fucking every guy in this place? But your so damn innocent—too damn innocent, it’s why half the guys here can’t seem to get their mind off you.” He grunts between thrusts, as if his hips slamming into yours punctuates each word. “Don’t worry, after tonight I think enough people around here will have learned who got to fuck you. I’ll treat you right, princess.”
Both hands clenched at whatever they can, and Thomas feels the crescent-shaped nail marks already imbedding themselves in his shoulder and nose of his neck.
You were getting undeniably closer, and you were afraid that he might edge you again. Hell, you were afraid that you let him have that much power over you. In spite of your efforts, your own voice adding to the ringing in your ears as you bucked your hips downwards— if even possible with the force he had you pressed against the tree with. “Don’t stop… please, please don’t stop, Tommy.” You begged, pathetically desperate for him to finally let you release.
“Only if you keep making those pretty little sounds, angel.” And you did; effortlessly obeying his commands, when in reality it was inevitable that your sounds escaped at some point. You just didn’t hold back at all. At least you didn’t talk to very many people, otherwise they would’ve been suspicious of your barely-there voice if the hadn’t already heard you screaming the night before.
His thrusts became irregular, and at first you thought he was going to tell you that you didn’t do well enough for him, seize yet another orgasm from you like he had been doing all night. What you didn’t realize was that he was slowing down to edge himself, not wanting to cum to early or before you did.
Thomas decided you wouldn’t mind a few scratches on your back, maybe a few splinters, ‘cause it sure as hell looked like you wouldn’t give a damn right now, so he took his supporting hand off the tree and encased it around your throat, admiring the way his hand seemed to swallow you whole. His free hand fled to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud as you cried out his name. It was mindless, you hadn’t even realized it. That’s what made it so fucking hot.
Time and time again, you continued to impress him with how easily you could be controlled, completely fucked out to the point you only knew his name and the word ‘please’. “Atta girl. That’s right, let everyone know who’s fucking you like this.” You whimpered his name again, the word simply rolling off your tongue without a thought. He wasn’t even sure if you said it because you followed orders so well, or if it was really the only thing you could say.
“T-Thomas, shit—fuck, I’m g—” your sentence was left unfinished since you couldn’t breathe, your lungs on fire just like the rest of your skin. It could’ve been from the way Thomas’s hand was unconsciously restricting your airway a little too much, though, once he noticed he eased up. Either way, he got your message loud and clear. And he could feel his own release brewing in the pit of his stomach.
“Please… please don’t stop this time. I-I can’t take it anymore… need to cum.” You whined between shallow breaths before he could even speak.
His pace and force picked up to almost inhuman speeds, basically fucking you into the tree behind you. “I won’t, I promise.”
As if the words didn’t register, mindless pleas were pouring from you, “I have to—’m so close, Tommy, please.”
“I know, baby, I know. Me too, alright? So your gonna be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” It wasn’t until his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves he was previously circling, did his words finally sink in.
Along with his gentle demand came your orgasm that you didn’t know had been so close the whole time. Your walls enveloped him so tight he was sure his dick would slip out, but it didn’t. It stayed inside your warm, velvety wetness, twitching but thrusting sloppily throughout your high as his neared.
You were seeing stars, and you were pretty sure they weren’t the ones in the night sky above you. Your nails dug so harshly into his chest and back that your fingers aches, and you could only imagine the number you’d done on him. The feeling was euphoric, sure you’d never come down from the drunken-high feeling. Your thighs shook, muscles spasming as your nerves felt like they were frying at the slight overstimulation he was giving you.
Feeling you cum around him, his cock twitched inside you, soon giving into the demands of your velvety warmth and wet squelching sounds. “Fuck, shit—such a good girl, angel… such a good fucking girl for me.” He moaned out, his voice the softest it’d been yet, but still somehow possessing the same roughness as before.
You felt a hot-warmth gush inside you, your face already buried deep in his shoulder again as you physically could not keep your head up. “Just for you.” You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, his hand coming off your throat to slide around the back of your neck in a somewhat-comforting hold. The feeling of being taken care of.
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Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up- 17k
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Summary: When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly.
Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it.
“Once on a hunt when he was a teenager, Dean had been caught too close to an explosive when it had gone off. There had been the moment when the projectile hit, and the moment when it had detonated. And just before it had, there had also been a moment when he had believed that maybe it wouldn’t.
He had thought about that moment for years, over and over again, until something else had taken its place. And the way that that moment was quiet, the way it was still- that is how this feels. To lie beside Cas in the bed of his truck, their shoulders barely touching.”
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Ten Minutes From Home [Lebanon Coda] WIP 48K
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"Physically restraining myself from writing a coda fic for Lebanon, where John stays over at the bunker, Cas comes home in the middle of the night & there's tension between him and Dean over whether or not they will still share a room, and then 29-year-old Mary has to sit through Thee most homophobic breakfast with her dead ex-husband, closeted son, and his common law married, ancient eldrich boyfriend."
This fic is a deep dive into some of the juicier elements of Lebanon, including- justice for Mary Winchester and her rich internal life, the intricate dance constructed around Dean's homosexuality and John's neglectful/abusive parenting and the impact of the Michael arc on Dean and Cas' relationship. Also features: recovering!alcoholic dean, a staggering amount of risky bunker sex, biblically accurate sibling interactions, and studies on objectification. Also Sam is practicing witchcraft as a treat, and I put that guy in eating disorder recovery (because he fucking needs it) <3
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An Easier Softer Way WIP 38k
Recovery!natural. Injured after the hell rescue goes wrong, Dean ends up disabled and living in a small rural town in Eastern Washington. With Sam fucked off to god knows where and without the fight to distract him, Dean has nothing left to focus on but his burgeoning sobriety, and persistent dreams of hell.
Set in the arid low-lands of the river valley, surrounded by apple orchards and twisting irrigation canals, Dean becomes convinced he can see a great beast stalking through the hills bordering the town. The same beast he has dreamt of since returning from hell, the same one he can sometimes feel beside him when he knows that he’s alone.
Walking the line between grief and reality, isolation and community, Dean has to pull together what's real and what isn't as he adjust to his disability, and finds faith that he is capable of building lasting relationships and creating a life for himself worth loving.
Also eventually Cas shows up, and they save the world.
He’s still debating just getting the fuck out of there when a women at the head of the long table clears her throat, and starts to read from a laminated print out. The edges of Dean’s vision blur out a little. He has to leave. He has to- the woman is still reading. Dean tunes back in in time to hear, “-At some of these we balked. We thought that we could find an easier, softer way. But we could not." Here, the speaker pauses, and Dean feels like she looks right at him. But she doesn't. She just gives the laminated sheet a little shake, clears her throat and continues, "With all the earnestness at our command, we beg of you to be fearless and thorough from the very start.” And no one could ever call him a coward. So he stays.
Honestly the most plot I've ever worked with (and very deeply personal) so this one could be a while. @aneasiersofterway for inspo, vibes, and bonus content.
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A concise (and biased) summary of GMMTV 2025 Pt.1 shows (2/2)
In no particular order:
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11. Cat For Cash (Firstkhao, Cat Cafe AU (?), Magical Realism AU. This is the fluffy romcom that firstkhao and all the Soms have been praying for. Enough angst and crying, let them be cute and fall in love!! Also Khao cat confirmed!! I don't make the rules. Silly but cute) 6/10
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12. Girls Rules (NamtanFilm, MilkLove, ViewMim. Jojo said he supports women's rights, and women's wrongs, and he's so valid for that. Love seeing women in a male dominated field. Female Only Friends, dare I say?) 6/10
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13. Boys In Love (High school AU. Debuting Mick Metas, aka baby Win Metawin, and we all cheered! also featuring a lot of babies, presumably the newest crop of gmmtv recruits, and so far i'm not mad about it. I'll have to wait and see how they actually do. Classic 3 high school couple stories, general sweetness all around) 8/10
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14. My Magic Prophecy (JimmySea, Doctor AU, Urban Fantasy AU. I'm personally not the biggest JimmySea girlie so this doesn't do anything for me, but I know there's people out there who are loving this, and i'm so happy for them. Jimmy is a doctor (what a concept) and Sea can see the future sort of? So what happens when Sea tries to change the future for someone he is close to?) 4/10
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15. A Dog and A Place (Taynew, side MarcPoon. New is a flight attendant, and Tay is just some random clown, and since Tay owes a debt to New, he agrees to stalk New's bf and find out if he's cheating on New or not. Silly ahhh goofy ahh show, for anyone looking for a light watch and a laugh) 4/10
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16. Memoir of Rati (GreatInn, side AouBoom. Historical AU, absolutely serving I Feel You Linger In The Air minus the time travel. I'm sorry to say but this is the genre of show that Earthmix deserved, we need them in a period piece STAT. That being said, it does look beautiful, it looks worth watching for the aesthetics itself) 5/10
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17. Me and Thee (PondPhuwin, side PerthSanta. Photography AU, Mafia AU, except it's on crack??? looks so funny and they both do comedy so well with each other honestly i'm just having such a giggle. Can't wait for this one. Big mafia bossman Pond needs help of 'ordinary guy' Phuwin to learn how to seduce. Shenanigans ensue) 8/10
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18. Ticket To Heaven (FourthGemini, Historical AU (sort of), Church AU. P'AOF COME FUCKING THRU I SAY. This is what i've been waiting for. Repressed seminary boy meets rebellious new kid, and struggles to come to terms with his sexuality while being in the church and close to God. As much as I would love for FourthGem to exercise their skills with new directors, i'm so happy to see them working with Aof again bc I just know he knows how to bring out the best in them. Fourth is absolutely going to kill this role, he's in his actor bag and i'm so proud of him. I can't wait to see how he pulls this off) 11/10
BONUS!! Purely non-queer shows:
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19. I Love 'A Lot Of' You (NanonMind. Mind has DID with 5 distinct personalities, and Nanon is hired by her father to make all versions of her fall in love with him. Not sure why, but an interesting premise to use for a show, that's for sure) 3/10
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20. WU (SkyNanin bromance, Boxer AU, Magical Realism AU. Sky is some kind of psychic/fortune teller, and he enlists down and out boxer Nani to protect him. I never watched Frenemy myself but I've heard nothing but amazing things about both of their acting, esp Sky. So if you need a reason to try this show out, it's Sky's phenomenal acting chops) 9/10
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LET ME TELL YOU WHY I RESPECT MERCEDES MONÉ SO MUCH.
Too often we see people (myself included) who go along just to get along. People who let "little" things slide because there's a "bigger picture" to be mindful of.
But what I can admire about Mercedes is that in spite of reaching what most in professional wrestling (women's professional wrestling in particular) consider to be the pinnacle, she was willing to walk away from that and truly bet on herself and stand on BIG BUSINESS!
We don't really know what led to Mercedes and Trinity (Naomi) walking out of WWE in 2022. We probably won't know until one of them writes their autobiography. But whatever it was, it certainly was deep enough to be the straw to break their backs for them to walk away from the biggest promotion in their field.
Sidenote: I think it was the Smackdown before the walkout; Naomi and (then) Sasha Banks had came out to their entrance as Tag Team Champions & I remember thinking to myself that something was wrong. It was something about the look on Naomi's face that didn't seem right. But I didn't post or tweet about it for a fear that I was reaching. Turned out my suspicions had some validity.
BACK TO THE SCHEDULED PROGRAM!
Initially most people's first thought was that either she was going to re-sign with WWE or do a stint in Japan and then sign with AEW. I thought the latter but didn't want to get my hopes up. After the way she and Naomi were treated after leaving, WWE left a seriously sour taste with me and I haven't watched a full episode for their programming since.
But when Mercedes first left, I remember her saying that she wanted to go on a World Domination tour. I thought to myself "There's no way to go on a World Domination tour that doesn't include at least a match in AEW if not signing on full-time."
And when she debuted in New Japan and beat Kairi Sane for the IWGP Women's Title she was off to the races and I couldn't be happier for her. She put on bangers in Japan, including that triple threat that was incredible. Then when she finally got to face Willow for the NJPW Strong title everything continued to look on the up & up for the World Domination tour and then... a career threatening injury.
She showed up in the audience for AEW All In and I got excited. Like is she really going to sign? Then there were rumor mills that she's resigning with WWE and I can't lie... I was disappointed. I didn't trust that they would treat her right (case and point Royal Rumble 2022). For as decorated as she was in WWE, the treatment she and Bayley got was veerrryyy different than that of Becky and Charlotte. I won't say why I and most feel that way but if you know, you know.
Then comes the top of 2024 and the tides change. Rumors are now saying that Mercedes had signed with AEW but there's no date in when she'd debut. Internally I was jumping for joy. STAND ON BUSINESS, MERCEDES! The "World Domination Tour" is real! Decorated champion in WWE. NJPW creates a whole championship and division around YOU. Debut in the 2nd largest professional wrestling promotion AEW & win gold in your very first match.
CEO INDEED!
I remember reading somewhere that those in WWE thought that Mercedes was just going to get her "Japan dreams" out of her system and that when that was done she'd be back in Stamford. Just completely dismissing and diminishing the magnitude of disrespect in which one of your greatest if not THEE women's greatest champions experienced.
So yeah, the respect I have for Mercedes is at an all-time high. Many in her profession wouldn't have had the guts to truly bet on themselves and make a way for themselves on THEIR OWN terms. Not because they were cut and had no choice to, but of their own power and volition; AND SUCCEED!
Boss Moves Only.
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Hi! I read somewhere about someone not liking Luz's ending since she "didn't grow as a person" at the end of the owl house. They said that she only became more depressed or traumatized but she's still the same cheerful and helpful girl like in the first episode of season 1. Do you agree?
Hello Hope you have a great day from the brown sugar queen, I know it’s late by the time you get this so ima clear a lot,
time for the tea.
Now i have all the love and heart for my girl Luz Noceda but lemme me tell you her personality made me look at how she was handled gave me a SIDE-EYE besides that,
Yes, i agree on this, definitely,
I felt That the crew wanted to do so much with the show but felt they had no idea writing Luz, however they too had there drawbacks, Yes I LOVE LUZS CHARACTER AND SHE IS SELFLESS A GOOD FRIEND (even if it’s the wrong person) Loyal, and cheerful. How we get moments that
Luz's character can be bastardized!
i feel fans try to view her as this bubbly girl boss, we know and love, however we overlook her flaws cause of discourse. she’s this impressionable, unruly, explosive girl with self imaging issues & unresolved grief, that effected her lifestyle.
I truly do depict her as a girl failure which ill get to a list of reasons, I’ll be getting into
EDITED its Masculization
heres a term masculinization comes to her character writing, style-wise, cause this word has been used throughout the animation to the point it’s a trope.
Now let’s get down to reasons why, she gets to the way she is.
Luz wants to do so much for others, that she hasn't practiced learning about self-love and acceptance, it all backtracks in her past of her deceased father & trying to relate to earth kids with opposite interests that can be harmful.
I felt they truly had fun time to an extent how they can push her in a negative direction, (this goes for hunter which I’ll do a post/video soon.)
how they wanted her to be more of an edge lord along the series run, (and the proper writing of the show didn’t help.)
Heck to the point in season 3, she never interacted with anyone on earth in her school, which is concerning, cause that can lead to self-harm or failed relationships, also known people as kikimora or talking to her other friends in season 3 coulda gave her a wake up call.
ALSO CAN WE BRING UP LYING TO HER LOVE ONES OUT OF NO WHERE! Season 1
DRAGGING THEM THROUGH MORTAL PERIL IN SEASON 2!
AND NO NEURODIVERAGENCE DOESNT EXCUSE BAD BEHAVIOR OR BLACK FEATURES BEING MINIMIZED.
2.They should've let a POC (person of color) write Luz cause of how she turned out Personality-wise throughout the series, which I rewatched, along critic videos and yes even in season 3 they decided to make her some shonen wannabe edge lord,(A wannabe Pokemon Goh But more emo.)
Luz's is flawed, as a character & written wise, felt the show didn’t know how to write for POC, cause fans who are another ethnicity might view this, and say oh, where portrayed as this etc, but without our black features or even how where portrayed in society in social norms.
Yes I did a post on her fashion & wardrobe and how it affects a character, boy they got my girl looking a hobo at times. ( and the good so called hair symbolism could’ve made Luz even better.)
ALSO (I may be ranting but hope ya listen)
Hated how they tried to Mary Sue her at certain episodes when she's faced with problems or issues that can affect everyone in dire times, for example,
her willingness to learn magic, which she can be impressionable and wanting Praise for the wrong reasons, but To be loved I Understand.
She is a person wanting acceptance and tolerance ( which that whole wanting to be understood season 3 dialogue could've been for season 1), just to be liked by a new world, would have fleshed out her character more, and given the viewers and her friends reasoning why she does staggering things.
also when she wanted to get to learn magic from her sensei, Knowing Eda knew how unpredictable & reckless at times luz can be, but Eda has her issues. throughout 4 episodes I think its been dragged out she has done stupid things to put others in harm's way even OWLBERT.
3.she can act nonchalant & ambivalent in dire situations, (to the point her friends should've Gotten angry with her actions, GUS AND WILLOW PERIOD) But don't worry all that's being glazed with the Mary Sue trope, discourse, & her being submissive to amity,
which she can take many stabbings and hits for a cause you know all is well with a Good ship. INSERT SARCASM
tragically i do feel she ended up a girl failure, But they Try hard at girl bossing her up, cause she was put in situations where she didn't have dire punishments and consequences. plus excepting a power she had no choice accepting at the season finale,
Comment below for more, about how Luz should be improved or the fact the series could've written her better.
Hopes this answers all your questions, have a great starlight day. glad we can unlock the topic with a key, & sip some tea.
A VIDEO I DID DOWN BELOW FOR MORE ON LUZ.
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Megan thee Stallion x Nicki Minaj
PART 3 (smutty time)
{TIME JUMP TO IN THE UBER ON THE WAY TO THE HOTEL NICKI HAD SET UP FOR HERSELF}
*megan and Nicki are in the back seat.
Nicki is staring at Megan with lust.
And Megan is returning the stare.
Nicki, moves over and places Megan’s hand on her inner thigh.
She squeezes her thighs together, letting out a soft sigh.
“I can’t wait to keep talking.” Nicki seductively disclosed.
*Megan presses her thumb up against Nicki’s damp part of her shorts.
“Me too.” Megan agreed.
{skip to walking into the elevator}
(Megan and Nicki are now waiting to get to the 15th level and the elevator is small enough to where Nicki’s Ass is on Megan due to lack of space. )
*Megan backs up to give Nicki more room
Nicki backs her ass on Megan in an innocent want, but they both know what Nicki wants.
Megan slides her hand across Nicki’s ass, and rubs all of Nicki’s assets.
She starts with her right, slides across the middle to her left. She grabs all of Nicki’s cheek with her hand.
Nicki starts to shake her ass on Megan’s hand. So Megan slides her other hand up and down Nicki’s back.
Nicki starts to twerk while the elevator gets closer and closer. So Megan gives her ass a firm slap, then squeezing it.
Nicki lets out a short breathed groan.
Megan swiftly moves her hand to the back of Nicki’s neck, grabs it and bends her over, while roughly grinding behind her for no longer than 5 seconds.
She then manhandles Nicki to stand straight again, just in time for the elevator to open.
Megan goes around Nicki in the elevator to get out.
Nicki looks flushed and edged.
“Come on Nicki, let’s finish the conversation we started in the elevator.” Megan softly demanded.
“okay.” Nicki says excitedly. But attempts to sound chill to appear not totally ready for an orgasm she hasn’t had in forever from a women. Let alone someone as hot as Meg.
(Sexual tension is solidified. Anticipation builds as they get closer and closer. Anticipation for Nicki. But Megan knows to give Nicki something that she’ll never forget. So she’s coming up with her plan for how this session of pussy talking they are about to do will go.)
*nicki pulls out the key card, opens the door for Megan and is the first to walk in. Megan comes up behind her, quickly pulls the door behind her while walking into the room.
SMUTTTT TIMEEEEEEEEEEE
Megan drops her purse, grabs Nicki’s forearm. Flips Nicki and slams her back on the door.
She grabs Nicki jaw, looks Nicki up and down.
“Take your clothes off, I don’t want to waste any of the time you gave me to talk.”
Megan states.
Nicki slides her sandals off.
Nicki slowly takes her hat off.
“Hurry the fuck up. I just said I don’t want to waste my time.” Megan sternly said.
Nicki rushes her top off. Her tiddies bouncing out.
She pulls her shorts off making eye contact with Megan, while the string of wet starts to stretch while she reveals her pussy.
Then she rushes to the bed.
Megan comes over and stands infront of the bed while Nicki sits.
“Come to the end of the bed and sit.”
Megan orders.
Nicki follows, now sat on the end of the bed. But her face shows she has an attitude.
“What’s wrong?” Megan innocently asks.
“I don’t like how you’re treating me. You’re being too mean.” Nicki responds.
“Do you deserve for me treat you nice?”
Megan inquires.
Nicki blushes, thinking instantly about the internet drama she caused.
“I thought we came to fuck.” Nicki spats out.
“I thought we came for a conversation.” Megan replied.
“I thought we came to fuck.” Nicki repeats.
“How would I have known that, if we didn’t have a conversation first. “
Megan says.
Nicki is silent.
“can we fuck?” Nicki whispered.
“What?” Megan questioned.
“Can we fuck?” Nicki says only slightly louder.
“Speak up.” Megan demands.
“Can we please have sex Megan?” Nicki finally properly asks.
“Good job, I thought you’d never asked.” Megan sneers.
Before Nicki processes and comes up with a slick response, Megan has already dropped her pants, jacket and now is removing her bra.
Leaving her body confidently on display for Nicki to gaze at.
Megan looks at Nicki look at her.
They are left in silence for 5 minutes with Nicki and Megan studying one another’s anatomy.
Two beautiful bodies in the same room.
Two women studying one another’s vibe, waiting for the other to make the move that’ll let studying visually be turned into the hands on project Nicki now needed.
“You’re pretty.” Nicki shyly comments.
“You are too.” Megan responds.
“Can I touch you?” Nicki asks
“I assumed you were a bottom.” Megan states.
“I do wanna get fucked. But you are the first girls who pussy makes me throb looking at. Can I touch you Meg?” Nicki pleads.
“Go grab my purse, and get on your hands n knees infront of my pussy when I lay down and show you myself.” Megan ordered
*nicki walks over naked to the door and grabs the purse. Gives to Megan. Then commences with directions.
Megan gets comfortable in the bed. She lays her upper body on a pillow, spreads her legs open, grabs the vibrator from her purse, and starts slowly rubbing her clit with the vibrator.
“Show me how bad you want it.” Said Megan.
Nicki, looks at Megan with a look of surprise, but this made her core feel like she needed to dive into the depths of Megan’s.
But really she was curious if Megan was going to devour her. But she can’t come off as a slut who doesn’t want to give. A brat who publicly begs for attention to get privately put in their place.
But Megan knows Nicki’s type of energy too well. People who want what they don’t ask for.
Nicki sits there looking at Megan rub that pretty pearled, lathered in wetness cunt and the vibrators middle vibration setting.
“Hhhmmnnn shit my pussy” Megan Moaned.
Megan did that to get pussy started, since it’s been preheating for a while. Solely off her own ego. Because imagine slutting out your public hater. Anyone’s ego would be boosted.
Nicki now desperate asks for Megan’s permission.
“Can I help you?”
Nicki softly asks. Surprised with herself for being curious even though deep down she wished Megan would use it on her. Her pussy is warm from watching but she wondered what being under Megan’s gaze, a woman’s dominance, the stallion’s performance in person 1 on 1.
She knows how to be a slut, but will she treat me like one.
“Let me eat your pussy, ain’t that what gay girls like?” Sassily remarked by Nicki.
Megan nodded her head, smirking to herself.
Nicki didn’t give she was experienced, she gave she was desperate and curious. Anyone can talk a big game, but who knows how to play.
Nicki crawls infront of Megan and takes the vibrator, and runs it over too fast and harshly on Megan’s entire vagina.
Megan’s face is stone cold, watching to see what Nicki is doing.
Nicki starts to get flustered when she notices Megan isn’t moaning.
“Do you not like what I’m doing or something? Why aren’t you moaning when I do it?” Nicki spats.
“Have you done this before Nicki?” Megan nicely asks, excited to see what she has to say.
Nicki looks away in the position in front of Megan’s pussy, shamed that this is as far as she gone with a woman.
She would always flirt, and let women rub her a little, but the stallion, Nicki wanted to get ran through by.
“Give me the vibrator Nicki, and pay attention this time.” Megan communicates.
Nicki infront of Megan’s pussy, hands on Megan’s thighs so she can watch and take in all of Megan. The look, the smell, the aura, the drip, the slit, the clit, Nicki starts letting her deep darkest thoughts free with Megan.
Not free outloud, but her stares communicate for her well.
Megan once again starts masturbating with the vibrator.
She puts the vibrator on medium. Not too much so she can built that climax, moving her vibrator like the letter “V” over and over too slowly to make that pussy start to boil in her own steam.
Nicki is staring in amazement, very turned on by keeping Megan’s unbothered legs still in their original placement, but seeing Megan’s Clit, rise like a queen on her throne, she was happy to watch her clit get blinged by her own slick, slippery, sexy, soaked slit.
Megan feels her clit start to throb, so she takes the vibrator off.
“Lick it in a V. Until I cum, and when I cum swallow it all.” Megan calmly demands. Unbothered by her own urges.
Nicki, tries to follow. She’s licking her vagina in a V, but not focusing on the bundles of nerves, she’s just aggressively licking up any cum megan had pouring out her well.
Megan grabs Nicki’s face, and pulls it into a sloppy, slow, sensual, wet, nasty, lip biting, lip licking, tongue slipping in and out of Nicki’s Mouth.
It’s almost like she was giving Nicki’s mouth head.
Nicki backs away breathless, after not being able to keep up with Megan’s breathing techniques.
“Eat my pussy, like how I just kissed you.” Megan said.
Nicki goes down on Megan, and now Megan is starting to feel her womb buildup, that climax is starting.
“Good Job Nicki, keep making out with my pussy.” Megan applauds .
Nicki starts kissing faster happy she’s finally making Megan feel good,,,
“Slow the fuck down slut, I cum when I want to, you’re just helping me out.” Megan states.
Nicki groans at the degrading, but follows directions with her climax now starting.
20 minutes into Nicki no breaks sloppy topping Megan, Megan is ready to release.
“Open that pretty mouth, flick your tongue on my clit, like you do your niggas dick”
Megan orders.
Nicki felt her climax build up quicker, due to her humiliation kink. Getting shamed, while being gifted her deep desires really started to satisfy her sexual tension.
Nicki follows.
Slide slow, Flick up
Slide slow, Flick down
Slide up, flick fast
Slide down, Flick slow
Kiss the tip, circle ⭕️ the tip
Kiss the tip, repeat.
3 minutes, and now Megan truly has her entertaining moment.
Megan is about to cum, even though she looks very casual. Not moaning, but she is enjoying the build up.
Nicki blows on Megan’s clit,
Rubs the mini bundle of nerves up and down like a dicks,
Up, slight twist, down
But all with her fingers.
“Open that fucking mouth, I’m about to nut”
Megan demands
Nicki sucks Megan’s cumming cunt
Megan grabs Nicki’s hair and reverse cowboy on her face.
Using Nicki’s freshly plumped lips and that sassy pathetic tongue, lathering up her pussy, no soap.
“Fuck Nicki, You make my pussy sticky”
Megan groans and splashes her water park on her free ride.
Nicki just does what she does with boys, but a bit more careful since it’s not that much different other than how much of your lips and tongue you need to use. And how you use it too. While swallowing Megan’s well, she moans with Megan and cums with her.
Surprised that she came, she cleaned Megan up, but backed away frantically.
“Good Job, but that was just the warm up. You look damp, but I can get you soaked. Lay down, face down, ass up.” Commanded Megan.
“And when I talk to you, you either call me Megan or Mistress. I don’t care what my one night stands call me, but I give them the choice to call me one or the other whenever they want.” Megan Reassured.
“Okay, but isn’t that a little much.” Nicki pondered.
“Keep your ass in the air and only speak when you respond to what the fuck I say. Don’t ask questions unless you actually want to discuss what we should be talking about.” Megan iterated.
“Okay” Nicki sheepishly whispered.
Megan slaps Nicki’s ass with no warning
Nicki slips out a groan. But is not fazed.
Megan slaps Nicki’s ass 15 more times.
Every slap, Nicki got louder.
Starting off with Moans, turning into yelps of pain, ending with her loudest moan, pleading Megan to stop before she cums.
“Megan my ass hurts, and my pussy is throbbing please stop spanking me, and slap my pussy instead?” Nicki pleads.
Megan flips the older but shorter women but keeps her left hand occupied with Nicki’s ankles.
She flips Nicki to where she’s on her back, legs together but feet touching the pillow.
Nicki was flexible.
Megan softly slaps Nicki’s clit. Peaking through her slightly parted but forced together legs.
Nicki sings a different moan after anything. So Megan knows that Nicki just wanted to get rearranged and retained and retaught a sluts place.
She’s Known as Megan thee Stallion for a reason.
“Open your legs, hold them open until we are done fucking tonight. That’s my only rule. You must keep your legs open, and keep your hands to yourself the entire time. I promise I’ll make you nut the way you want to Nic, let me show you why I’m the stallion. I won’t tell anyone. And I’ve already forgived you. This is all just apart of my foreplay. I care about you feeling good, so let me show you.”
Megan announced before commencing her routine to please her fans she fucks.
Nicki just follows directions. She has so many emotions. Embarrassed, Relief, Confusion, Flustered, Horny, and eager.
So she opens her legs, and Megan puts herself in a reverse cowboy on Nicki’s pussy.
Ass on Nicki’s Cunt, knees underneath Nicki’s knee, facing with her tummy down
Nicki’s pussy is underneaths Megan’s. Instantly Nicki is horny for the next move.
Megan sits up, shocks Nicki,
And sits her ass on Nicki’s cunt. Bouncing on Nicki’s clit. Slapping Nicki’s thighs with her ass cheeks.
Nicki starts moaning from a brand new feeling.
Nicki releases any judgement or fear and accepts the pleasure.
Megan still is mercilessly grinding, bounding, dripping on, rubbing on, tribbing on, just ass and pussy slapping together on two fat clits and cunts.
“Mistress, can I come?” Nicki pleads.
“Say that again?” Megan asks in response.
“Mistress Megan, please can I come?” Nicki begs.
“You wanna cum?” Megan asks now grinding nastily slow on Nicki’s throbbing wet pussy.
Their pussy’s are making out, and all you can hear is them kissing and jumping back and forth on each other. Wet, sloppy, slow, pussy pounding on pussy.
“Please Mistress Megan!!” Nicki Now fully letting go of pride,
“Say sorry” Megan says
“What did you-“ Nicki’s cutt off
Megan speeds up her process and scissors with Nicki’s pussy. Rubbing their clits together, grinding on the others inner thick thighs.
“Apologize for being rude” Megan states while stopping their pussy talk.
“Don’t stoppppp” Nicki whines.
“Then apologize” Megan says knowing she’s crushing Nicki’s pride.
“Say sorry for what you did, and I promise I’ll give you the nut you been waiting for your whole life” Megan grantees.
“I’m sorry for cursing you out at the club” Nicki says
Megan starts twerking on Nicki, using her pussy and cheeks for overstimulating Nicki’s clit.
Nicki starts moaning like a slut..louder and more desperate as her and Megan went on.
Megan does 5 minutes of teasing and slapping Nicki pussy with her pussy,
“I’m sorrry for bringing mess to social media
I’m sorry for being immature
Im sorry for being insensitive
I’m sorry for being jealous” Nicki admits
“Louder, be a nice girl now and say it with more pride. “ Megan adds
“I’m sorry for being toxic.
I’m sorry okay? I’m so sorry. I’ll be a phone call away anytime, to give you myself to show you I’m sorry. But right now you need to make me cum. Please?” Nicki plead
Nicki’s now forced open into a split so we see fully how much she’s been loving their talk.
Megan drizzled her slick saliva.
Then goes down on Nicki. 20 seconds of Megan eating Nicki’s pussy,
Spelled her name on Nicki Pussy
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“Mistress!” Nicki yelped
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“Megan??” Nicki whimpers legs all ready shaking.
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“You are going to nut now, or you won’t cum because we don’t have time to waste.”
Megan pops off three of her dominant hands nails. They pop off easy. (acrylic press ons)
She pulls Nicki into the middle of the bed aggressively,
And is about to finish what she started.
Megan spells the rest of her name quick.
Every letter she spelled, she slips in and fucks Nicki’s pretty plastic pussy.
S - slowly licked with the tip
“Mmmm- Megan! Can I cum??”
T - quickens her lick, and slips two fingers in
“Ahhh fuck me mistress~ Make me cum, make me listen~ Make me behave.”
A - barely flicking tht clit with the letter
L - sucks her lips around Nicki pussy lips while making an L on that pussy + slips in that last finger
“Yes Mistress Megan, I’m cumming, I’m about to cum, thank you thank you thank y-hhhhmmmmmmmnnnnn””
L - licks her clit like she did with her other L
I - faster slams her fingers and licked her. Pussy
Slam In
Slide out
Slam that cunt
Slide and stretch the pussy
Slamming in that core
Sliding out with cream
Slam in a downward angle
Slides out quick
Bam
Bam
Bam
Ugh
Ugh
“My tummy Megan I’ve been cumming,”
Pump
Pump
Pound
Pound
Drip
Drop
“Cum Onika”
A - slowest lick 👅
Megan slaps Nicki’s clit over and over 41 times in total quick, but gentle slaps the way Nicki asked.
“I can’t take it-“
“Ugh my pussy numb”
“You make me feel so good mistress”
“Fuck me Megan”
“I’m sorry mistress for being rude, punish me like this anytime I do”
“You just keep making me cum”
After the last pussy slap Nicki has already been dealt with. But Megan needs to bring this home.
“You’re such a nice girl for cumming for me, ass up one last time.”
Megan goes down on the oversexed, overstimulated, orgasmed Nicki and licks her last letter
N- licking the letter, two finger twist, in and out abusing that new owned spot
“Megan you sluttin this pussy outttt” Nicki whimpers
Megan flips Nicki on her tummy
Pulls Nicki’s limp body on her knees
“Hands and knees now”
Nicki sorely complies
So happy she’s finally being overstimulated the way she desired her entire past marriage
Megan takes a black bag that’s 8’1/2, and slides out a pink dildo, lubes it up with her spit by giving the dildo
“Wet it up, we don’t have lube” Megan demands
Nicki blushes, but starts to suck and slop up the dildo.
Megan pushes it down her throat slow, but continues until Nicki gags
After Nicki gags, Megan slides the dildo held in her hand, into Nicki
“Oh my fucking god mistress, this pussy is yours~” Nicki moans out
Megan reaches slightly further until she feels Nicki’s guts,
“Eeeeeeek!” Nicki Screaches
Megan pounding Nicki with that thick pink strap,
Nothing but squirt, screams, creams, and soaked sheets, and soaked pussys in the hotel room.
“I can’t come anymore Meg!” Nicki squeals
“Didn’t I say you can either call me Mistress or Megan?” Megan paused
Nicki’s already rearranged tummy turned.
Megan flops Nicki back onto her back, puts half her weight on Nicki’s womb, and holds the dick in her hand.
“I didn’t think you were this attracted to me”
Megan states.
Admiring Nicki’s artwork on her pink 8 1/2 inch dildo.
Nicki blushes. Nothing needs to be said after what all just happened.
Right?
“You’re such a slut, you’re not even tired, don’t worry imma bout to put this pussy to bed” and as Megan says that, she slides quickly back into Nicki’s stretched bruised pouting pussy.
“Count down from ten, and then we will be finished.” Megan says, waiting for Nicki to start.
“T-ten~”
Slam
“Ah- nine~”
slide out slightly, SLam
“Eight!~”
Slide all the way out, slam inside deep
“Seven~~”
Slap on clit, SLAM
“Ssssixxxx~~~”
POUND
“Five
DOUBLE POUND
“Four
TRIPLE POUNDS
“Three
SLAMMED WITH ALL HER STRENGTH
“TWOOOO~~!!”
SLAMMED WITH ALL HER STRENGTH AGAIN
“one-”
slides all the way out, then
SLAMS with all the rest of her energy out.
Nicki soaked with her own liquids.
Megan stretching her body out.
“Good Girl Onika. We can keep our pussy talk sessions to ourselves. You have my number, next time you want attention just text me directly. Don’t go to social media, unless we are agreeing to posting our past videos. And we know you don’t want that. So keep being a good girl, and ask for my attention the right way. No need to publicly be a brat for me. “
Megan says while quickly sliding her clothes back on.
Megan suddenly ready to leave, Nicki just now sitting up from the railing.
Nicki sleepily ask, “are you leaving?”
“Onika. Behave, you need to learn patience. Go to bed and text me when you wake up, so we can plan for the next club trip. Or hotel.”
Megan concluded.
Then she walks out with all her belongings as if she never came.
Nicki, texts her monthly to get fucked.
The end
(WE NEED TO VIDEO RELEASED LADIESSSS)
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What if Rhaenyra had a twin brother? Does she marry him? Is Aemma's death butterflied away if Viserys already has his male heir? What happens?
okay so the thing about aemma. is that i know george can be very weird about gendered deaths, but women do in fact die in childbirth even today. or have complications that, in a period with the technology of westeros, would have killed them. like, people you know have probably had serious complications that might have killed them had they been born in a different time. aemma is 13. she is the age sansa is in affc, the age show sansa is in the first season, the age dany is when she loses rhaego. i canNot overstate the inbreeding here, we are talking levels higher than charles ii of spain. it makes complete sense that aemma has a hard time conceiving & that it ultimately kills her. there’s also no guarantee viserys stops wanting kids after one son; jaehaerys forces gael on alysanne and they’re supposed to be this great love, it is not out of the realm of possibility viserys does the same to aemma. she’s narratively doomed for a reason, unfortunately. so i’m not sure aemma does live even in the scenario that she has twins.
but. yes, rhaenyra and her brother would be married. they’d probably marry around 15-16, and no one would really expect viserys to remarry if his male heir is still alive, healthy, married, and starting to have kids. does this completely avoid the dance tho?
well. i mean, viserys doesn’t have to remarry but that doesn’t mean he won’t remarry. alicent is still hanging around at court. the velaryons may still take offense if viserys marries alicent. daemon has probably spent the last several years making his annoyance at his loss of status in the line of succession the problems of the innocent people in the stepstones, got bored of that, and has now decided to make it viserys’ problem again.
not to mention that heirs die all the time! aemon died! baelon died! baelor breakspear will die before daeron, daeron & aerion will die before maekar, and even outside the targaryens, edric dies before cregan, the arryns are on the brink of extinction every twenty years, and halys & daryn hornwood both die soon after each other which leaves hornwood hall’s inheritance in question. there’s like six potential political assassinations in the period just before the dance! there’s a lot of people with big egos and dragons running around, and i yet again cannot overstate how fuckijg inbred rhaenyra and her twin’s children are going to be.
imo daemon is Thee biggest problem in this scenario. he wants to be viserys’ heir so bad, and while he never takes any violent action against viserys, bc he loves viserys, i think rhaenyra existing with no man having a “claim” on her really placated daemon bc it made him feel he had a shot at staying somewhere near power through his wife (and like. he wasn’t wrong.) but if rhaenyra is spoken for, that changes daemon’s relationship with her AND viserys drastically. there’s so many options here for him to take to be a thorn in his brother’s side, from cuckolding his nephew to out and out murder, and if Viserys does remarry, or if Rhaenyra dies & her brother remarries, there is going to be more fighting and Daemon is gonna settle himself right in the middle of that. And that’s not even taking into account whatever the fucj Otto is doing because you know he’s doing something bc he is second born & has a complex over that and he hates daemon’s ass (and daemon hates him right back). larys and criston are still running around somewhere. qoren is still trying to dunk on corlys in the stepstones. i think so long as daemon is flying around on caraxes, he is still gonna amass a large group of haters, and both he and those haters are gonna bring that mess into the line of succession & viserys is too conflict avoidant to deal with him, which means it’s gonna become his kids’ problems and we know daemon is not above child murdering.
so can the dance be avoided? the casualties of it can certainly be avoided but the chekov's gun of "women cannot inherit" is still there waiting to absolutely FUCK house targaryen up, and with a royal family that is a little too eager to use dragons to fix their problems, there was likely always going to be some conflict. If Rhaenyra or her twin dies, or if they only have girls, and Daemon, Otto, Larys, Criston, and Corlys are all still running around trying to get their blood on the throne, there was inevitably going to be a conflict; it just might get pushed to be about Rhaenyra's children then about her and her twin brother.
#valyrianscrolls#i woke up in a hater ass mood i'm sorry alkdsjfd#rhaenyra targaryen#the dance of the dragons#asks
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Battle of the Hijabs (Under read more because this got longer than I thought and I started ranting about why representation in media fucking sucks atp and why the TV show Quantico is the worst):
Coming in at number 1, getting the gold: LITERALLY ALL THE HIJABIS IN WE ARE LADY PARTS like the variation in hijabs alone is so beautiful I love it, iykyk, Stream Bashir with the Good Beard. Like very real to life with different styles and personalities, don't you just love when shows actually treat hijabis as real human beings
All the hijabis from every version of Skam (except Italy fuck you)
Goldie is like next bc the actress isn't a hijabi but like I feel like they depicted being a hijabi really well for the most part like with her thinking she wanted to take it off and realizing everything about herself was nice it was very complex and well done imo
Qadri's next cause tbh I liked her style and the fact that she wore al Amira hijabs. I know everyone's like oh those are for little girls or they're ugly but tbh it makes sense bc I feel like being that she's training to be a surgeon and it is very convenient cause who's trying to be calling a code and fight with some chiffon or jersey material?? Not me! (They lose points for that one scene cause you mean to tell me she's only going to use her hijab to stop the bleeding and nothing else?? Come again?? She's in a hospital!!)
Next is Adina from The Bold Type, tbh idk how to feel cause she's a lesbian and played by Nikhol Boosheri and I was excited at the time but tbh some of her choices def had me scratching my head and I feel like they could've did a bit more to showcase her identity ykwim
Marjan from 911 Lone Star cause bro what the hell was the praying scene, did y'all talk to one Muslim? Download the Learning to Pray app on your phone I'll send you a link like be SO FR, then them saying her masjid kicked her out bc her hijab accidentally came off (which happens so much in television) like...again did you talk to anyone, I could see backlash yes but I just *sigh* again which Muslims did you talk to like idk about y'all but a stiff tug or strong wind has tested my hijab before like it happens, we cover back up and move on
Bottom 2 but not thee bottom, Nadia from Elite (hear me out cause the bottom of the list will make sense) obviously its so low because she wore hijab and they had some decent commentary at first, and then removed her hijab, and for Guzman ol racist crusty lip ass like, this who you risking it all for??? GIRL??? Like if Vic Mensa asked to see my hair I'd let him see that and much else (I'M KIDDING, I'd marry him first ok, astaghfirullah) no fr like but it's even that like they made it that she's more confident without her hijab people like her more, like it's obviously same old song like hijab is removed and suddenly liberation like they could've showed it in a more tasteful way if they wanted to but what did I expect from Europeans esp Spaniards like
And coming in Dead Last Raina Amin, tbh girl its not even about you...WHO WROTE THIS. Cause I watched it back in the day cause you know representation but like *pauses before I sip my coffee* hold tf on. Like where to even begin, the cop propaganda? What do you have to prove, cause they tried to get me i would've been like get tf off my porch. Like and the FBI? How did they even recruit the twins? The government watchlist? Blair Imani slid up in the masjid to snitch? I mean, what the hell? And this show had so much talent to be so extremely questionable (and that is putting it mildly). But we're discussing the twins rn. Raina specifically. So it doesn't even stop there. Like so much was wrong, so you mean to tell me she's in love with a man who used to be an IOF soldier, who helped them actively target Palestinian women for God knows what (the show implied certain things), like WTF is this, like everyone wants to talk about her removing her hijab and kissing him but like we have bigger fish to fry, that is like at the bottom of the problem list. Like did we see the man they put her with and she still loved him later EYE. And then two more things and then I'll shut up. Okay so they were working for the Government to infiltrate terrorist cells whatever bc they were going to attack American soil. No mention of how terrorist groups like the ones they're depicting mostly target minority sect Muslims and lead to their deaths that usually go unnoticed by anyone who is not them, Iran and Nigeria, if I remember correctly are where a lot of the casualties are from. I hate propaganda cause its the same old shit like we really pushing the agenda huh? And hijab removal scene again worst part cause you know what I hated after this other stuff cause red flags with major red lights and a bullhorn. But there was something where they had to change their look because their twins but like as one person but one is a hijabi, the other is not. So they were like we have to find a middle ground, someone who's easily targeted because they're muslim but also loose (I'm paraphrasing but you see what I'm saying?) Like fuck y'all. Fuck whoever wrote this. Like from head to toe Quantico is like an absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible people do with hijab characters (not to mention the rest of the cast but that would be even longer) but dead last because like maybe some of the others on this list at least tried if they're not terribly misguided but this depiction is like dangerous, it's a reminder why we don't just get all our info from TV and other fictional narratives, we talk to real people and we learn real things because this is absolute bullshit to say the least
#this is why I'm up at 4 am to think about all of this and I can't just rant to myself like does anyone understand me#random
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Ok so I went through your Helaemond tag a little bit and had complete whiplash because do not cite the deep magic to me etc., I was shipping it when it was me and iskarieot writing unhinged posts about BTS scenes for the Helaemond adult actors before the episode with them even aired. I dipped around the finale or maybe a little before (I have zero recollection) and had NO idea of the fandom furore lmao. I wrote one of the first Helaemond fics in the AO3 tag (💅) and was literally just mainlining the spice melange ok. I was seeing things my terrible purpose
I cannot believe it got this out of control???? All the moralising??? Nobody (all 5 of us) gave a fuck about team Black/team Green and it wasn't intended to discredit either side at all, although I did love the idea of Alicent's children doing the same shit as Rhaenyra - that was more because I love death misery and despair and Alicent/Rhaenyra parental role-model family tumbleweed free-for-all. You made our children like this!!! lesbian parthenogenesis so true so true
Anyway I really enjoyed the dark courtly romance of it all, one of the things which specifically interested me is that Aegonfail sloppy wet wish-I'd-been-born-a-girl-to-marry-Rhaenyra's-kids-aka-my-cousins-nephews is bad at practising Targcest since he's not interested in Helaena in the one scene that started it all, which is like, a Good Thing Perhaps, but Helaemond is also a little bit True Love, and so everything is lovely and fucked up. It made all the characters much more interesting because you get complexity added to three, even four characters in one fell swoop, illegitimate children or nay. Power is a shadow on the wall etc. I didn't actually like, have a dog in this illegal child fighting ring; I am interested in the way these characters interact with, resist, covet the feudal system/positions therein, the way men and women alike negotiate what power is afforded based on sex and arbitrary inheritance, and being in love with the wrong brother who has the Audacity to not want to Practise Incest, and so on and so forth. (This is my extrapolation anyway. I think it's interesting that dragonboy cannot dragonboy but also has the most beautiful dragon ever and is going to be the king styled after the vewy fiwst Aegon. At least one Targ has gotta have a bit of an ick with this whole business and Mummy's Number One Boy who's passed out drunk and doesn't even wunna rule has to be it for me).
I want to end this ask with an apology because I feel partially culpable, for some reason. I'm literally just a tumblrina nobody but at the very least I can say at ground zero (I didn't see your posts back then but also if you were There, you were There as well ofc - I'm sorry I didn't go back that far through your tag or see you mention when you started shipping it, and also Everybody Matters in fandom no matter when you join, and I want us all to hold hands, and I hate when we fight cries) it was never ill-intentioned. We were just crazy
My goodness, what an interesting piece of lore. 😅 You certainly pointed out a few of the themes that make helaemond appealing from a shipping point of view. The fact that you started to ship it just based on the actors' BTS just goes to show how perceiving a random interaction can open up new perspectives.
I personally started posting a few weeks after the season finale, but, like many people, my helaemond eyes opened just watching the dinner table scene (in conjunction with the Driftmark conversation between aegond regarding Helaena it was just a compounded thing).
And, of course, like you said it was never really meant to be anything other than a fun ship to play around with! I had very little clue about the endless moralising that was about to follow - November 2022 me would tell you it's goofy af to be so stuck up about another incest ship in THEE incest show and, honestly, she'd be right.
So, there's absolutely no need to apologise, we were all just trying to vibe within the freak slice of fandom. I don't think anyone started ~peddling this ship as an inside job against team green or to discredit Alicent or whatever the hell other chronically-online interpretation I've heard. :))
Personally, I know I've used this as a pretext to procrastinate from my actual responsibilities and it was definitely.....interesting.....to witness all the varied reactions, some more unhinged than others, but, at this point, all of us need to step back a little and chill, because there's nothing really to debate anymore. It's the time for fan artists and fic writers to shine.
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I really shouldn't be so afraid to post this, but this one post has bothered me enough to the point where I just had to rant about it. I won't be surprised if this post results in a lot of followers dumping my ass. There's another controversial rant post I'm gonna make soon, so I guess this is a good enough warm-up.
It does take a lot of mental gymnastics to make "Rules for thee, not for me" sound justifiable.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Also, I don't think that equity is working out very well right now with the race-bent Snow White.
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Side-note: Snow White's fucking name comes from the in-story explanation: "skin as white as snow". But that's not something we should respect right!
Just imagine the number of hopeful girls who would've been honored to have been chosen for the role of Disney's first-ever princess and would have shown so much more respect for the role and the story than this. I'd hope the social brownie points were worth it, but most people are actually seeing this lady for what she truly is.
Hell, the bigger problem nowadays is how most Disney Princesses are being given the same feminist story beats, being strong independent women who don't need no man and are also total girl bosses. Sure, just gut out the story in the name of "progression". And slowly make the Disney Princesses a "progressive" hive mind.
Also, there's the whole Nani controversy that really shows how skewed the priorities are of everyone who advocates for blackwashing established white characters.
Nani being dark-skinned isn't crucial to the story, though. Her actress is still a native Hawaiian, which is objectively the more important representative aspect of casting in a movie set in Hawaii with Hawaiian culture being heavily featured.
Look, personally I'd advocate for casting people who actually look like the characters they're portraying if these live-action remakes must be a thing.
But clearly the Hollywood execs don't agree. So this casting doesn't bother me. If anything, I find it hilarious - especially after seeing everyone throw a hissy fit over this. It showcases their hypocrisy, as these are the same people who were all "CHANGING ARIEL'S SKIN COLOR DOESN'T MATTER YOU BIGOTS". On top of that, these people are actually wishing harm on this actress, solely over her skin color.
Let me guess, though. It isn't really racism if colored people oppress and threaten and harm white people, right? By this logic, it's just a matter of ~equity~ that fair-skinned folk are subjected to the same prejudice. For fuck's sake.
Nah, let's just normalize the concept that no one can relate to a character unless said character looks just like them. Let's encourage kids to embrace narcissism and refuse to find commonalities in characters that don't physically resemble them in any way.
Because apparently it doesn't matter that I can't see myself and my mother in Tiana, even though her driven, workaholic underdog story resonates with us. But because we're not black, we're not allowed to feel a kinship. It's inconceivable for a little girl to feel that she, for what she is on the inside, can relate to a Disney Princess that she shares no physical traits with.
Maybe I'm just crazy for believing we should focus more on who we are than what we are. Maybe I'm a monster for discouraging indulgence in narcissistic behavior. Am I a bigot for rolling my eyes every time I hear a cry for "MUH REPRESENTATION"?
I like to think I'm not. But society is so heavily fucked in so many ways these days. So much that I'm actually afraid to post this publicly.
But I shouldn't be afraid to speak my mind when I see bullshit being glorified. So I'm gonna give my piece, come what may.
#I don't even think the live action remakes should exist#I am against them as a concept#and there's not a single one I enjoy#they're symptomatic of disney's creative bankruptcy#not a single one of them add anything to the legacy of their counterparts#but I can't make them not happen so#at the very least I just feel the need to point out the hypocrisy#halle bailey to her credit was much more respectful of the movie she was starring in the remake of#even called ariel her 'absolutely' favorite disney princess#but then proceeded to celebrate all these changes to her character#but like#ariel still had fascinations of the human world in the og#she had that long before she met eric#she didn't just give up her legs for a man goddammit#her father fucking traumatized her by destroying her special place#she felt like she couldn't go back home#cuz she's like 16 y'know and teens be dumb like that#that scene in the og of triton blasting all of ariel's things was legit scary for me as a kid#I totally understand ariel being stupid enough to trust ursula because she felt she had no place to go#that's what I hate about these remakes#the actors/actresses totally muddle the message of the source material#anyway sorry if this offends any of you following me#I'm just sick of the hypocrisy and it being glorified#Youtube
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HI I HAVE THEE QUESTIONS FOR THE BARRISSOKA ASK GAME :D 2, 13, 16, 21, 23, 32, 40, 41, and 44! u dont have to answer all of them if u dont want to!^^
(Cracks knuckles) OH IM ANSWERING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM CHALLENGE ACCEPTED 😎
2-Who Fell First?
Barriss because I believe she’s the kind of person who is very in tune with her feelings and that it didn’t take long for her to be taken by Ahsoka and fall head over heels in love. Poor thing would go on for weeks gay panicking around Ahsoka until she finally cracks. Ahsoka, on the other hand, seems to be more aloof and seems to be the type to need time to process her feelings and connect the dots.
13-Whose more likely to give the “shovel talk” Anakin or Luminara and how?
Definitely Anakin seeing how *very* passionate he gets about the people he cares about…I mean the dude straight up gives Barriss the evil eye when Luminara suggested that Barriss be the one to lead her and Ahsoka in the weapons factory. Barriss at that point has done literally nothing and Anakin is already looking like Vader so for Ahsoka to pursue a relationship with her would be a very BIG deal for Anakin. He’d probably scare the poor girl out of nowhere in the Temple and give her a not so discrete conversation much to both Luminara and Ahsoka’s dissatisfaction. Barriss would be shaking in her boots but determined to prove Anakin wrong. Luminara on the other hand would most likely just let the girls be because she is very trusting of her Padawan and she owes Ahsoka her life. HOWEVER that won’t stop Luminara from watching Ahsoka and teasing her every so often about “not making her girl cry or else” that make Ahsoka shit bricks.
16-What is Barriss’s favorite physical feature on Ahsoka?
Definitely Ahsoka’s buff bod. I mean the girl GOT GUNS and I think Barriss would be blushing real bad seeing Ahsoka work out and would sneakily watch her from afar fanning herself and all 🤣
21-Whose more likely to initiate intimacy first?
Barriss, she may be quiet but it’s usually the quiet ones that are the spiciest in bed and since she’s a smart girl, she knows exactly what she wants and where she wants it. Though, she would be gentle and patient with Ahsoka (who is kinda scarred seeing Anakin and Padme be all gross with each other all the time) guiding her and giving her all the time until she’s fully comfortable.
23-How do they comfort each other?
Ahsoka shows her affection and support mainly with physical touch by holding Barriss close and constantly reassuring Barriss that everything is going to be okay and that Ahsoka has her. Anything Barriss needs, Ahsoka gets until Barriss is ready to talk things out. When the roles are reversed, Barriss communicates her support through acts of service like making/getting Ahsoka’s favorite foods, turning on Ahsoka’s comfort holomovie, etc. and gifting her with comforts like a handmade cloak or something she knows would put a smile on Ahsoka’s face. Regardless both women would stay by their partner’s side no matter what, listening, and doing whatever it takes to make the other feel better.
32-How would Barriss bond with Anakin?
Since Anakin is an excellent fighter, Barriss would most likely ask to spar with him (and do everything she can to win everytime) and knowing how reckless Anakin can be, he’d probably be spending some time in the healing halls where Barriss works and she’d help him out.
40-Whose “big spoon” and whose “little spoon”?
Ahsoka is big spoon and Barriss is little spoon. One, it makes the most sense given their height difference, but they have their reasons. Ahsoka loves having her hands around/on Barriss’s big boobs and loves to bury herself in her hair whilst Barriss loves being held and feeling Ahsoka’s heartbeat on her back and her breath by her ear.
41-Are there any kinks?
Yes! Ahsoka loves be spanked and tossed around by Barriss, especially when Barriss slams her against a wall or wherever they are and pins her by the wrists or lightly on the throat because she finds an aggressive Barriss very hot. Barriss, on the other hand, loves it when Ahsoka bites and claws especially on her neck, chest, and thigh areas (anywhere that’s easy to cover that is). Barriss also loves a good chase and enjoys the thrill of riling Ahsoka up and playing hard to get.
44-What do their sides of the bed and nightstands look like?
Oh this is easy 🤣 Barriss’s side of anything is neat and perfect not a single speck of desk or crease to be found because Mominara raised a lady. She’s also a minimalist, so Barriss would only have essential items near her like her comlink or the latest book she’s reading. Meanwhile Ahsoka just has shit everywhere, her side of the bed somewhat made and her nightstand full of odds and ends that she always has a “perfectly good explanation for” which drives Barriss mad and is always tempted to clean Ahsoka’s organized chaos.
#good questions 😎#barrissoka ask game#ahsoka and barriss#barrissoka#ahsoka tano#anakin skywalker#barriss offee#luminara unduli#star wars ask game#ask game#star wars
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I wouldn't be mad if Megan came out with a song that called out every person in the industry by name who shitted on her during that trial… lyrically destroy them! The fact that there are still people defending him disgusts me. I’ll never understand this obsession with wanting assault victims to be liars. i will get back to my rant in a moment but i need to say that i always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.
it’s not just meg. Rihanna, Kelis, Tina Turner, Ashanti, Keke Palmer, Dee Barnes, Michel'le, & so many other Black women were done wrong
Aaliyah never really came forward. But when the news broke that she was illegally married to R. Kelly she was shamed as if she wasn’t a victim. You can literally look up what happened during that time. Her industry peers was still working with him & didn’t give a damn.
Robin Givens was framed as a “gold digger” & was victim blamed after Mike Tyson abused. The Black community was terrible to her. Despite Mike Tyson saying in his book that punching Robin Givens “was the best punch I've ever thrown in my entire life.”…
People were nasty as hell to K Michelle when she accused Memphitz of abusing her. Only for him to later admit that he actually abused her. I can’t recall anyone who dogged her out in his defense recanting or even apologizing for the harm they brought to her.
Biggie used to abuse tf out of Lil Kim & instead of people acknowledging what happened to her they just rush to talk about her plastic surgeries (as a result of abuse btw)
Karruche, Tyra Banks , Kimora Lee Simmons , Tisha Campbell etc. all lost jobs and opportunities for speaking up
The police leaked Rihanna’s nude pictures from her phone. Nas & Dr Dre are still pillars in the community. People made fun of Keke hiding from Trey. The women of love & hip hop basically told K. Michelle she was lying. Like come the tf on. Society doesn’t care about victims especially if they are black.
if you support a nasty person who hates bw and intentionally harms them and abusers, then you’re dead to me and you can go to hell you abuser and anti bw slut!
Now back to that Canadian pos.
It’s the way he’s gone out of his way so many times to avoid accountability and paint him as innocent it’s disgusting. The narcissism. The sociopathy. The way he played the victim
Overall, Tory’s ego is why he is in the predicament that he’s in. Not because of him shooting a woman (a problem in itself). Had he owned up to what he did & took a plea deal, he would’ve been better off. He would have never had to face two decades of prison and deportation, just a couple of years in jail and that’ would be it.
& We all know folks love an abuser redemption arc. I just see it now “he took accountability for what he did” “he changed” “he’s showing growth”.. So folks would’ve ate that up! 🙃🙃 like you can’t redeem those who haven’t genuinely repented
God really blessed him with the worst team/lawyers possible. Still remember his lawyer acting a fool. “Y’all come back with a not guilty verdict yet?” He really thought social media was the judge and jury 🤣😂🤣😂
He thought the fact other misogynists and abusers were loudly backing him meant he would've gotten off. Womp womp!
she more of a real nigga than him. she was just gone let that shit ride but he started talking shit. He should have been grateful that she didn’t turn his dusty behind to the cops at the crime scene at first, she was gonna let him off the hook and was willing to let the whole situation go as well? She was being extremely gracious but he chose clownery, he still decided to run his mouth & drag her on the internet now he’s jailed. It’s what he deserves.
the fact that she literally tried to protect him from the police at first despite what he did to her. she was literally willing to let it go and try to move on, HE dragged it and was in the blogs calling her a liar.
Literally or just not say anything if no one else was saying anything he decided to drag it a be corny
if a mf show you mercy, just take that lesson and keep it pushing. At the very least be grateful. Most people would have turned that person who shot them that same night and called the cops. When people grace you you better not take it for granted.
I swear people be getting too big for they britches and think fat meat ain’t greasy.
i say this all the time not once did he show a ounce of empathy or even keep quiet , he was antagonizing her for a whole 2 years straight being the ring leader having ppl encourage his disgusting behavior, Literally all he has to blame is his ego. Megan had no initial intention of cooperating with the state/cops or outing him as the shooter. He could have gotten away with this if he wasn't such an egotistical, opportunistic, entitled, sociopathic, narcissistic, misogynist prick. so now he’ll have plenty of time to think about his actions and I hope they deport that leprechaun with the quickness 🫶🏾 .
It’s definitely his fault and I’m glad to see him burn.
#Poor baby smh she’s been through so much 🫶🏽🥺#fuck everyone and everybody who said that megan was lying#they can all choke#my heart is constantly with meg 💝 she's been through far too much#I’ll never forgive anyone who disrespects and abuses black women#Rihanna#Kelis#Tina Turner#Ashanti#Keke Palmer#Dee Barnes#Michel'le#& so many other Black women.#To hell with the world they will pay for their crimes for disrespecting black women#Don’t fuck with black women#Don’t harm them or disrespect them if you can’t love them#K. Michelle#Robin Givens#Janet Jackson#Whitney Houston#i will always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.#If you supported abusers and those who have done black women dirty#then you are dead to me and you can go to hell#i don’t give a fuck#I don’t even care if you’re my mother#You are nothing to me if you are being a cocksucker to an abusers and someone who has disrespect bw.#i said what i said#argue with the fucking wall
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