#yes vox has makeup (lipstick) on

[hiemaldesirae]

okay heres the human(oid) vox design no one asked for. im gonna go draw him and al kissing with tongue now

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Pampering and Dates

Poly!Vees x GN!Reader

TW: Valentino, GETS A LITTLE NSFW SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

A/n: Once again all credit to @aboyscriminalrecord for the amazing idea! I DO NOT CONDONE VALENTINO OR HIS ACTIONS

Being pampered by these three? Is literal heaven, most people see you as their sugar baby..and while they aren’t wrong in some sense they are still wrong. 

As you said before, Vox loves buying you chokers (and collars, shh) that specifically have his name on it! Or maybe a new jacket that has little accessories that scream his name so people know that you’re taken. Wear nothing but the jacket and maybe the choker and he’s keeping you in the bedroom for hours. 

Valentino loves to buy you different lingerie and jewelry, sometimes collars too. He’s a weird kinky bastard. Expect everything from earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets to straight up barely covering anything lingerie. Yeah…anyways. Everything is in your favorite color or his, he also gets you a gold necklace with his name on it. 

Velvette will get you any type of clothes that you want, but she’ll either be making them or they’ll be very high end and you’d be scared to wear it or even touch it. Also if you wear makeup expect her to buy you high quality and pricey makeup. From makeup palettes, blush, to lipstick. Also will buy you very expensive jewelry but she makes sure it matches any and all outfits. Another one to give you something that has her signature look or scent on her. She wants people to know who you belong to and won’t hesitate to pull you into a kiss in front of her fans.

Dates Wise?

Vox is pulling all the strings to get this high end restaurant all booked out- doesn’t matter if he has to buy it out for the night or kill everyone there. He’s getting this restaurant for you. He’ll even buy it out from the owner and make it your own personal restaurant if you give him the word!

Valentino is making sure everything is set up perfectly from the tablecloth to the dinnerware to even the food. He may have shit sight but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have shit taste. If one thing is wrong he’s killing the chefs and rehiring more. It has to be perfect and anything less than that is an insult to you. Also he knows what wine/alcohol pairs well with whatever dish you're having that night. Trust him, Cariño~

Velvette is totally making sure your outfit is perfect, will she tell you what it’s for? No. She just needs you up on the platform so she can work her magic. You just need to sit there and look pretty like you always do. Also does your makeup too, she has makeup artists yes but she needs to do it for you. Can’t let any sinner fuck up your clothes and then fuck up your makeup! Just let her kiss you every so often to test the lipstick..no she’s not getting sidetracked and yes you have plenty of time before the date!

[pxppermxnt-tea]

Charlie x vox headcannons?

I actually did a CharlieVox rp with a friends on Quotev once haha

Alastor gets super jealous when Charlie so much as looks as Vox

Charlie and Vox's relationship started off as an abusive rivalry, but they slowly warmed up to eachother

Vox plays Disney movies on his screen for Charlie

He flirts pretty sexually but Charlie is oblivious

I.E. Vox will say for example, "Let's play a little game~ " literally licking his lips, Charlie pinned to the wall, pulling at the collar of his shirt, you get the idea

And Charlie's yes will light up as she replies: "Ooh, I love games! How about 'Go Fish'?"

Charlie does his makeup despite her begging awful at it as well as Vox's face being a literal TV screen

And he'll just randomly show up at the studio with 4-inch press-on nails and fake lashes glues to his TV screen, smacking his gucci lipstick proudly as he walks in.

He knows he's ugly with makeup on, he just loves Charlie so much that he refuses to get rid of it

Will take care of Charlie when she has age regression

Vox is the dominant one. Because Charlie is a bottom and we all know it.

Will sometimes take Charlie to the porn studio to watch over. Will absolutely beat the shit out of Val if he lays a finger on her.

Date nights are... spicy, to say the least.

Sometimes chaotic.

Their dynamic is pretty basic, but fun: Vox is the tall, mean, sexy top who is constantly being a huge flirt and a bit of a horndog, while Charlie is the cute, lovable, child-friendly bottom to balance him out and keep him in line during social situations.

Sorry this was short! And extra sorry for keeping you waiting for so long It's almost 2:40 and I'm fuckin tired. I hope this satisfied your hunger for some sweet, juicy rarepairs~ <3

[theconservativebrief]

When Christine Blasey was 15 years old, she told us last week, she remembers going to a house party where two teenage boys took her into a bedroom, locked the door, and turned up the music. She said that one of those boys put a hand over her mouth so that, as he groped her and tried to forcibly remove her clothes and the one-piece bathing suit underneath, no one would hear her scream.

When I was 16, I also went to a house party. A garden-variety insecure teenager, I didn’t like the way I looked in a bathing suit, and my hair always seemed wrong. Years of intense, childlike self-analysis had led me to the conclusion that I must be unattractive, and I worried that meant no one would ever like me. This idea seemed, for reasons I could not name, fatal.

That night, I was determined to overcome my invisibility. I put on a low-cut shirt and dark red-brown lipstick that I’d only ever worn standing alone in my bathroom, trying to determine if I might ever be the sort of girl who wore lipstick. That night, the makeup felt like a costume. When someone offered me a bottle full of strawberry-kiwi-flavored liquid, I drank it quick, then another. I started to laugh louder, talk more, and smile too much at a boy I knew in passing, someone’s older brother.

We discussed, I assume, whatever teenagers talked about in 1995. He put his hand on my arm and asked me if I wanted to go outside with him, where we could be alone. I couldn’t believe it. A boy liked me? I wondered if he was confusing me with someone else; I wondered what happened outside; I wondered if I wanted to know. I said, slurring, “Maybe.” He squeezed my arm a bit tighter. “That’s not yes,” he said, looking in my eyes, waiting.

It wasn’t. I went back to some friends on the couch. He went on to another conversation. I got home safe that night, un-assaulted, for one reason: I had not met an assaulter.

In 2018, when professor Christine Blasey Ford was 51, Donald Trump nominated the man she remembers attacking her to a lifetime appointment as a justice on the United States Supreme Court. Ford came forward about her memories of the high school assault. She testified before the Senate Judiciary Committee. [Editor’s note: The nominee denies the allegations.]

Some of the responses from people on the right, suddenly afraid they might lose their hand-picked court nominee, were predictably dismissive and defensive. One theme was repeated over and over: What man hadn’t behaved the same way at some point? “If somebody can be brought down by accusations like this, then you, me, every man certainly should be worried,” a lawyer close to the White House told a Politico reporter.

After I watched Ford’s testimony, I thought about my own experiences, both good and bad. I thought about the story of the boy who didn’t assault me at that high school party. I thought about a hundred other moments. In my 20s, I went out with friends. I flirted with a bartender who had just ended his shift. I went outside with him, and we kissed in the alley. He told me he lived nearby and that we could go to his place. “Yes?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything. My head was instantly full of so many thoughts, I wasn’t sure how to hold one for more than a moment: I’ve never had a one-night stand. I don’t know him. He’s a good kisser. I’d be alone with him at his place. Had I even shaved my legs that day? He seemed strong enough to overpower me if he chose to.

“Go back inside if you want,” he said, interrupting my avalanching thoughts. There was a touch of annoyance in his voice. I went back inside. I was not raped. Because I had not met a rapist.

Once, I’d gone on a date with a guy I liked. He invited me to his room. I went, we made out, he undressed. Then he started to try to undress me. In that moment, it suddenly began to feel wrong. He’d start to pull my shirt up and I’d instantly tug it down. He reached to undo my skirt and I wiggled out of his grasp. He stopped and said, “It seems like you’re not into this.”

I’d really liked making out earlier, and I didn’t want to be called a tease, but it was true: For reasons relating to my personal comfort and safety in that moment, I no longer felt into it. I was alone with him in his room. I didn’t know him that well, but I did have a protective sense that, just in case, I should be careful not to make him angry. I made a noise of hesitation, unsure how he was going to respond at the idea of this hook-up stopping midway. He said to me, “It’s only fun if you’re into it.” I replied, “Sorry.” He said, “It’s okay.”

I tweeted out these stories in a now-viral thread. My mentions became flooded with women sharing their own experiences, each one sounding like a setup for a tragic assault, each one illustrating times that men had acted like men, like humans.

Rapists, sexual assaulters, and those who protect them will tell us that they are not unique, that all men act like they do — with violence. They tell us that to try to convince us it’s true, and unfortunately, sometimes, they succeed.

They are wrong. They are lying. They are trying to normalize something that is not normal, because if they can normalize it, they can’t be held accountable for their terrible acts. Choosing to rape isn’t normal. Assault is not an inherent quality of being a man. It is vital that we identify this behavior and never de-stigmatize it, never accept those who want us to believe it’s the status quo.

In my life, I’ve had experiences of all kinds. Unfortunately, I have been assaulted. I have also not been assaulted. The difference was never what I was wearing, how much I flirted, or how much I was drinking. The only difference was whether or not the men felt it was okay or not to assault.

Maura Quint is director of the Tax March and a comedy writer whose work has appeared in McSweeney’s, the New Yorker, and Paste. She’s cleaned out her car three times this month already and has no idea why it looks this way.

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Original Source -> All the men who never assaulted me

via The Conservative Brief