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keethus-arts · 10 months
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I've never bothered to think about Andrew Tate before in my life until his arrest, making me curious about so many supporting him even with allegation of "Human trafficking" so I watched few of his videos and stumbled on one where he said,
"Women claim to hate me but when asked why? Or how it's misogynist, they are speechless" (not in exact words but you got the point)
It's interesting because even I'll agree, I couldn't string my words together on spot but the thing is his comments like "men can cheat with multiple partners but a women can't or it's immoral" or " if i have responsibility over her, then i must have a degree of authority" or even better " you can't be responsible for something that doesn't listen to you. You can't be responsible for a dog that doesn't obey you, or a child if it doesn't obey you, or a women that doesn't obey you"
Being a women, it's mad hilarious rather than enraging.
A living proof that a guy can also fall under "Toxic feminist" label as easily based on his general way he addresses women, though it makes me feel a sort of melancholic fondness for him on the other side,
He sounds lonely and disappointed with women, and feels like the obligation of a relationship with a women is purely a responsibility which he's humouring only for his "needs" in return of taking responsibility of her "needs"
So he wants authority over them, because how else would you feel a child arguing with you all the time when it's your responsibility to take care of them and you clearly don't have emotional attachment good enough.
You'd want them to obey if they want your care (physical, materialistic etc), Like I'm not saying everyone would feel that way but you can't deny, some would and will agree and it's alright. Just imagine having to take care of your nephew who always mess your room when they visit every month.
He's a guy who have no idea what in the world it is to love, all his relationship advice and stuff is for "Friends with benefit" or very casual dating, and may i add 'only for his needs and his partners benefit' because he's a hot shot, he's got money and influence and safety so what else could a girl want!?!
His fault is to categorise all women in this category, to spread his experience as if everyone who want to treat women as responsible adult in the world is a fool, people who are deprived of good relationship or have been heartbroken and haven't moved on are most prone and he's feeding off that, "see, this is what happens. You are like this because you're to blame to think she'd want anything from you except money or your face and if you provide it then it's your reward to have authority over her"
Like, a pretty good time a failed relationship comes from personal flaw that's not endearing after the high of relationship fades for either of the partner which is mostly rectifiable but it's okay, we are young and make mistakes and sometimes you truly don't deserve it because your partner was the one who used you as a rebound or played with your feelings and that's on them and their consciousness,
Let's just forget about Andrew Tate, let's talk about you and how you are dealing with it.
Are you really gonna give up on goodness just because of one of many bad experience in your life, if that's the case then you'd better not say or comment "not all men" when someone is sharing their experience because then you are being a hypocrite.
I'm not saying all women are angels or not make mistakes or always accept their mistakes, or only want book fairytale from relationship but not all women just like not every man is an entitled asshole or assaults with an emotional built-in of 3 months old.
If you're doing relationship for money and looks and in return treating or getting treated as easily replaceable or not worth understanding and communicating and are fine with it then understandable and you do you if it works for you,
But if you come around claiming that this is how world works and there's nothing like deep respectful relationship then kindly pull your ass out of your rectum and consider a cozy therapy with all the money you don't know where to spend or talk to your friends and open yourself to understanding,
We are humans with instinct and critical thinking, use them wisely depending on situation and don't flinch away from taking responsibility.
I'll conclude with saying that in my opinion, the reason why so many couldn't answer why he's wrong in saying that is because, we know this is true to some extent but generalizing it like only your experience matters is where the problem starts, you are free to not believe in love but you don't have to call it fake.
Hence, ladies and gentlemen,
"Not all men"
"Not all women"
PS: if you disagree with me it's alright, you may let me know and we can have a healthy conversation that may give me more insight and correct my ignorance (that's why I'm sharing my thoughts) but don't come with b.s whining, you may scroll past.
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miss-writes-a-lot · 3 months
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Unable to sleep, Lachlan ventures downstairs to the bar to get his mind straight and get some music back in his life.
(An original work by me for a zine for a friend).
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araneapeixes · 29 days
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POV you are a some kind of demon or perhaps cambion
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love-jelly · 2 months
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THE VALIDATION.
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sypnosis: precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.
contents: tutor!choso, sub!choso, dom!reader, pet names (choso: cutie, baby, bubs, darling, pretty prince, good boy | reader: mommy), dirty talk, hair pulling (m!receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (does this even count idk), choso is desperate for some puthy (YOUR puthy), overstimulation (m!receiving), praise kink
word count: 1.4k+
a/n: based on this idea by @hotlinemurder ! tysm to maki for blessing my tl with this idea and i hope i did it justice !! hope u enjoy !! minors dni. ageless / blank / minor blogs will be blocked if seen interacting!
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choso tutors you every wednesday and friday afternoon from twelve pm to two pm every other week in the university library. a timeline you both come up with to nicely accommodate both of your schedules- him with his studies and you with your parties and whatnot. not to say you don’t focus on school, you do, life’s just easier when you can ignore all the pending assignments that are due at 11:59pm and all the teachers that seemingly have it out for you.
but choso is sweet, unnecessarily so even when you try to quietly yawn at his rambling that seems to bounce off the walls of the study room you two rented. even when you start doodling in your notebook, when you’re supposed to be writing down what he’s trying to teach you. life is just more fun when you let go, something you’re sure choso doesn’t know how to do when you don’t show him how to.
choso is a straight-a student and tutor, teaching you topics better than any of your professors on the surface. but when you have him in the palm of your hand, with actions that are only a little suggestive? you’ll surely have him fucking you better than any of them too.
a few taps from the tip of a black pen on your notebook shakes you from your thoughts, choso gazing at you with concern evident in his eyes and a cute frown.
“you do know midterms are two weeks away, right?” the concerned lilt in his tone is cute but not cute enough for you to really care, knowing you would rather be doing anything else than studying calculus four.
you look up and smile apologetically, “sorry, cutie, but partial differentiation of functions is not on my mind right now.”
he blushes softly at the pet name but holds his ground, “but you didn’t come to any lecture last week. these questions are gonna be on the exam, you have to know them.”
you stand up, going behind him to undo the two buns he keeps atop his head, “‘s alright, i have you, don’t i?” the locks of hair unravel like a pretty present as you massage the mop around, evening the spread of his pretty brown hair.
“that’s why i’m trying to teach you right now but you won’t even listen,” he softly whines in slight protest, distracted by the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.
“i have a better idea- don’t you wanna have fun?” you twist yourself onto his lap, thighs fitting atop his as you straddle him. you twist your hand into a fist to garner a hold of his hair, pulling it back to lift his head to expose his pretty wide eyes.
“b-but-” he stammers, moving his head to the side to avoid your eye contact, not sure what excuse to use. you roughly pull his hair again to force him to face you again, a mewl falling from his lips.
you cut him off with a soft voice, “you want me to stop?” you press chaste kisses to his jaw and throat, leaving an especially hard one on his adam’s apple, a soft sigh slipping out from his mouth.
he groans, unable to find an answer in his now-muddled brain. “please-”
precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.
“please what, baby?” you smile lightly, knowing he would always give into pleasure, give into you. 
“please make me cum,” his usual honeyed, deep voice is exchanged for a separate breathy, higher tone that’s reserved for your ears and your ears alone.
“all you had to say, bubs,” you lightly grind your core to his hardening, twitching cock, that seemingly was begging for some sort of stimulation that could help relieve the hot bubble that was forming in his lower belly.
something between a whine and a groan erupts from choso’s lips as you go in for another kiss, you swallowing up his sounds by connecting your lips.
“we’re in the library, darling. remember to be quiet, ‘kay?” you remind him with a sweet smile as if you weren’t the reason for his loud volume.
he whimpers, “s-sorry, mommy, please-” he chokes out, “c-can i put it in?”
you reach down and pull his cock out of his pants and give it a few jerks. “do you deserve it?”
choso scrunches his face in pleasure, eyes shut and lips wet with both his and your saliva. he manages to open his eyes a bit and breathe out, “yes- yes i do- please?” his brown orbs plead with you for stimulation- for pleasure- for mercy.
“put it in then, show me how desperate you are for me,” his fingers are fumbling around, pushing your skirt up and realizing you’re wearing his favorite lacy violet panties underneath, he groans quietly to himself admiring the wet spot on it for a second. set back on his prior mission, he pushes his cock into your panties, creating a large wet spot as he humps the scratchy material to find pleasure.
“my pretty prince, right? look at you, you just wanna get off, huh? i’ll let you use my pussy- so you better use it well.”
“thank- you, mommy,” he mewls softly before aligning himself with your hole. he quickly shoves it in- catching you off guard, forcing a hiss and moan from your lips that he quickly shuts up with a kiss that you dominate early on.
his hands have you in a vice-like grip that’s sure to leave bruises, holding you a few inches above his own body as his hips uncontrollably rut up into you, balls slapping on your buttcheeks.
“f-fuck- what would your parents say about this, huh? their p-precious little boy so desperate to cum inside of a woman?” you bite his earlobe, moaning directly into it, only serving to make choso’s dick impossibly harder.
“do-don’t-”
“don’t what, bubs? don’t tell your parents? but with how much you c-cum inside me, won’t we have to tell them when we have a b-baby?” you chortle in his ear, his face tinted red from embarrassment but still rutting up into you, desperately searching for release that feels so close with the way you’re clenching around him, still wanting to cum inside you as if it was his lifes goal.
“c-can’t- please- please let me cum inside.” he nearly sobs, his orgasm feeling like it’s approaching.
“don’t stop, don’t stop. you’re doing so so good for me, bubs. keep going- just a bit more, you’re almost there, baby,” you whisper into his ear, keenly aware of the effect your words have on him.
“please, please, please- let me-” 
“you wanna cum? you wanna cum in me? give your parents a grandbaby? you want that huh- you want your parents to know what a dirty whore you are for wet pussy- my wet pussy? come, come inside me.” your filthy words spill out of your mouth and into his flushed ear like whispers of an eternal bliss in hell.
a chain of “yes”s leave his lips in needy murmurs as he nears his climax. his thrusts into you become shorter and sloppier as you hug him closer, quieting your own moans by putting forth effort in marking up his neck.
a long, languid moan is ripped out from choso’s chest with his hips still rutting into you, albeit slower now, steadily fucking his cum into you, although his cock is still semi-hard. “let me- let me make you cum, please?”
you breathily laugh, “keep fucking me, baby, i’m almost there.”
choso continues his actions through strained movements, overstimulating himself, still roughly but quietly moaning through his own pain and pleasure. pulling you closer and staring at your pretty face filled with pleasure, he seems to be mesmerized by every feature on your face that contorts to prove that you were finding as much bliss in this as he is.
“fuck, i’m close, baby. gonna make me cum? make me cum,” choso quickens his pace, grunting in exertion. with a hand slapped over your mouth to hold back your shriek, you cum, spasming around his cock. fucking you through your orgasm, choso whines. he was so focused on making you cum that he didn’t realize he was nearing his second orgasm and with one last thrust into you, he spills a second load into you.
“good boy, choso. you did so well,” your validation makes him feel tingles all around his stomach, butterflies awakening in his stomach.
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a/n: honestly i hate this n i felt like it was WAY too fast paced. BUT i promised a fic so here's one amidst my busy schedule :') life stop fucking me in the ass when :/ thank you for reading !!!
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sofiadragon · 10 months
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Hey fanfiction loving friend!
AO3 has the ability to turn off comments, moderate comments, restrict comments to logged in users only, or let anyone comment on your story. Most other fanfiction hosting websites do not allow comments to be turned off and in the case of some (wattpad) highly encourage comments even on individual paragraphs.
Over on reddit, someone said it is an unwritten rule of fanfiction that you should never leave a negative or critical comment on a story. This was countered most strongly by many arguments. Despite many people asserting that their stance was the one truth and that there was no debate on the topic - there was a lot of debate about what criticism even is and where the line should be for if giving concrit is alright.
So give this some thought:
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If you have tea to spill, examples or an argument you want to make, please do. I have some that go both ways, but I'm going to wait for a few responses so I don't pre-empt the results. I'm not going to vote myself for a while, either, so I won't know which way the poll is leaning when I do pour my tea. I tried to cover all the flavors of debate I've seen in the many "definitive" posts I have read here and on reddit. Please reblog for a wider sample!
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hatchet-boy · 12 days
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Judging SPN Seasons By How Messy It Would Be If Sam And Dean Started Having Sex
Season 1: freshly reunited. no one else in their world but them. they are obsessed with each other. they would fuck like feral dogs and it would make them so much worse. also dad is there. unspeakably messy. 12/10
Season 2: dad just died. the grief sex would be more tears than come and at least one of them is probably saying johns name mid fuck. dean might have to kill baby brother (TM) and so the obvious reaction to this would be extremely possessive sex. sam would not like that attitude (with the one exception of if it happens when hes drunk in playthings). messy in even grosser but marginally less feral ways than szn one. 13/10
Season 3: milder. still obsessed with each other but more settled into it now. deans turn to maybe die and sams turn to be uber-doober possessive about it. unlike sam, dean would be extremely into that. and his deal is comin due so he might as well. sad and tragic,, but not that messy. probably still more tears than come. 6/10
Season 4: dean just came back from hell to find sam fucking his new demon girlfriend. the angels are there. they're still hunting but Stuff Is Going On and god knows they need to be grounded with each other to make it through. sex would probably help. would do the opposite than make things messier. would be vicious. definite chance dean might try to feed sam his blood. 4/10
Season 5: apocalypse fuck. oh fuck. ruby is dead. angels and death and demons and god and destiny. sam and dean are the most experienced and secure theyve ever been and yet. the whole damn world is about to explode. and yet they are still tortured and annoyed by the goofy everday hunting horrors. fucking would be nice for them, would remind them they belong to each other. they think theyre gonna die so the consequences wouldnt matter a whole lot. less insulated and worried about holy judgment so the incest thing may be a bother now. 2/10
Season 6: you fuck your brother but its not your brother he's different in ways you cant explain but you havent seen him in months and you thought you lost him and hes not quite right but fuck he looks like him and talks like him and knows everything about the two of you and he fucks like a greek god and hes mean as a motherfucker in bed but you can take it its fine its worth it its sam godammit-
15/10
Season 7: stranded up the creek without even a twig for a paddle. both brothers are destroyed and traumatised and forcing each other forward by force of necessity and a brotherly hand on the back of the neck. at least its just them alone together (dean please ignore the hallucination of lucifer sitting in the corner and judging our cock size-). sex would go terribly and be the most unsexy sex ever sexed. but they would probably like the closeness if sam could handle it. messy but wouldnt ruin them long term. there would be a terrible Dick joke. 8/10
Season 8: WHOA BOY WHAT A DOOZY. BOTH BROTHERS HAVE PARAMOURS ON THE SIDE WHOM THE OTHER FUCKIN HATES. DEAN IS PURGATORY FERAL AND HAS ONE EYE ON A VAMP. SAM IS SOFT HAS HIS PINKY FINGER TWINED AROUND SOME RANDOM GIRL. WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK FOR ME?? // YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! // YOU TRUST A DAMN VAMPIRE OVER YOUR OWN BROTHER?? // YOU HIT A DOG... meanwhile sam is doing the trials losing his mind again and dean is losing his mind about that. letting you down was my biggest sin//there is nothing i would ever put in front of you. messy. 10/10.
Season 9: less than ideal with sam possessed by and angel. dean is rocking with the guilt and confliction. the mark of cain is also making him a bit feral again. theyre safe together in the bunker but thats already claustrophobic enough sex might just suffocate them both. pretty messy. 7/10
Season 10: your big brother is an angry angry man but its not his fault right??? its because of the mark right?? he cant control it and you love him and you want to stay in the safe house/bunker/tomb with him you dont want to leave anymore and you need him. youve both been through enough. you deserve this. there would be minimal messiness caused by sex with your brother rn. exception to those few weeks where he was a demon. 2/10
Season 11: gods sister is here and its the apocalypse again. dean hates what he has with Her. at least his sammy is here. at least theyre together. still crazy about each other. gay incest sex is the most reasonable reaction. god might find out- but then again, he and his sister are pretty wacked out together too, and are we not made in gods image?. 1/10
Season 12: Mom is here and so is lucifer and his kid and also the cunt ass brits. not ideal. minimal messiness so long as no one finds out. and fuck all them anyway its pretty clear sam and dean can only ever really trust each other. sex would be affirming and safe here. they are absolutely fucking in the kitchen to the smell of toast and coffee. dean discovers he has an std because no its not normal that your balls have iched like that for the past four years you need to go to a doctor and dean i swear on the impala if you gave it to me- . 3/10
Season 13 to 15: fellas is it gay to have sex with your brother who you've been functionally married to for over a decade? probably not right ha ha. if they havent already fucked by now theyre not going to. theyre just gonna be intensely platonically married until they die. they both have erectile dysfunction by this point . sex would mean everything to them but change nothing they would still be old and married in their bunker with the devils kid tomorrow regardless. they dont care what people think anymore. fuck all messiness. 1/10
Post Season 15 Finale/Heaven: we deserve a soft epilogue my love sammy. mildly concerned about being kicked out of heaven for incest but with everything else theyve done they still made it there. it would be the least of their sins. lovely soft and nothing hurts. can you make a sex tape in heaven? 0/10
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satellite-starss · 30 days
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Can we see some Fresh doodles? 🥺🥺🥺
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hehe i hope you enjoy >:)) it was so fun too draw him after so long!!
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devildmeggs · 16 days
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anatomy/shading practice with muay thai levi
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itsartistickiwi · 4 months
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Realised that I made this over the course of a few days back in September inspired by a post from @binary-bird and the works of classical composers (Dmitri Shostakovich specifically) but never posted it anywhere! Thought it's time to share it, so I touched it up, added a few things and boom! All I ask is that this please not be reposted anywhere else, thank you!
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wereboybreakdowns · 21 days
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poem
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eyeheartboobiez · 4 days
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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!
-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 4!! 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗐/ 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗀😭🙏🏿
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@y/nforeal: me n the bestie🤞
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user1: “bestie” girl just tell it like it is
user2: she dropped the brother and picked up his sister instead we love to see it
user3: can someone explain this in pop culture terms?
⤷ user4: this is like if princess diana went and hooked up with hayley kiyoko after she divorced prince charles
⤷ user3: girl WHAT😭😭 (i completely get it now)
user5: THE DUO WE NEEDED 🙏
@/cass.cain: heyy mamas
⤷ @y/nforeal: hey girlie🙈
⤷ user6: LETS GO LESBIANSSS
user7: this post alone single handedly set feminism forward by a good 50 years
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Y/N Y/LN and Cassandra Cain take a Friendship Test | Glamour
How well do these two friends actually know each other? Singer Y/N Y/LN and songwriter Cassandra Cain share first impressions, shower each other in complemets, and more to prove they're as thick as thieves.
Be sure to check out their latest single Kill Bill out now!
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Tell us how you met Cassandra.
"Gosh, where do I even start?" Y/N huffed out, trying to collect her thoughts.
"I mean we always hung around the the same crowd, you know, with her making music and me in the booth all the time. Officially though, I'd say we met at the billboard music awards back in 2020."
A sentimental look plastered itself on her face as she continued, "She had won for songwriter of the year, and when I saw her at an after party later that night, I knew was that I just really wanted to congratulate her more than anything."
Grinning at the fond memory, Y/N wrapped up the thought, "So, I sought her out from across the room and basically stroked the shit outta her ego, and yeah. The rest was history."
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What all can you tell us about Y/N?
"I think a better question would be what I can't tell you." Cassandra let out a short chuckle at the comment.
"No but seriously, there's just so much to like about her, y'know?" Her eyes drifted behind the camera towards the singer, a smile blossoming in her face at the action.
"For sure, if I were to tell you anything about her, I'd talk about how giving she is."
Looking back at the cameras, Cassandra said with her full chest, "She'd give anybody the whole world if she could, really."
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Exercise One: Stare Into Each Other's Eyes for 2 Minutes
"I don't think I've ever stared at you for this long before." The vocalist confessed.
"All the more reason to now."
The artists giggled as they stood hand in hand, staring into the eyes of someone who understood them better than anyone else. Both felt as though they were looking into a mirror, when really it was just the eyes of a friend.
"You have really soft hands." Cass confessed, breaking the short lived silence.
"Thanks, it's the new body butter I've been using." The pair continued to stare into each other's eyes, with the songwriter casually swiping her thumbs across Y/N's hands.
Eyes gazing into the ones before them, Cassandra couldn't help but mentally curse her brother for being so stupid.
The past few weeks had been full of nothing but damage control after Jason's mishap at the club last month.
Cass had been the main one wiping away tears and distracting the singer from all her problems, whisking her away from the avalanche of pain.
For years now, she had dreamed of being in her brother's place, practically praying for his downfall. But now that she was here, she couldn't help but feel selfish.
Regardless of her feelings, Cassandra knew better than to use her brother's slip ups to her advantage.
She knew for a fact that Jason loved her. He did. How could she just swoop in and and pretend to play hero knowing that?
The entire situation was ridiculous, almost laughable even. She couldn't help but scoff at the irony of it all. Despide the artist's mental turmoil, the girl in front of her didn't seem to have a clue in the world.
“What's so funny?" Y/N accused teasingly, "I wanna laugh."
The silence was broken as Cass's chuckles continued to fill the room. Pulling herself together, she responded, "Nothing hon, nothing's funny."
"You sure? Because it looked hilarious." Jokingly, the singer continued to taunt the artist before her.
Even though Cassandra was never a woman of many words, Y/N on the other hand, always seemed to have a way of keeping the mood light.
A timer went off in the room, signaling the end of their two minutes. While Y/N was quick to break her gaze away, the other musician's eyes seemed to linger in a way that would leave most viewers speculating.
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Exercise Two: Compliment Each Other
"Looks like we're back where we started," Y/N commented, "me stroking the shit out of your ego."
The remark made the Wayne double over in laughter, almost dropping the pen and notepad in her hands as she went to clutch her stomach.
"Aight now, it wasn't that funny."
As their giggles died down, a comfortable silence filled the room as Y/N and Cassandra started jotting down what they loved most about each other. After just a few minutes, both were ready to begin.
"Who wants to go first?" Asked a producer behind the camera.
Instantly, Y/N spoke up, "I'll go first, for old times sake."
"So," She stared off, "You're insanely observant, like you can literally read anybody like an open book. I love how independent and confident you are. You're very supportive, you're always listening to what I have to say. And last, but not least, I love how close you are with your family.
Once again, the grin on Cassandra's face never seemed to falter.
"Starting off, I love your smile. I admire how you put so many of your emotions into your work, and how you wear your heart on your sleeve. I love how when we first met, you took it upon yourself to learn sign language so for me."
The singer's eyes started to become glossy at the thought. Back when Cassandra was nonverbal, Y/N was more than determined to find a way to communicate with her.
Pausing before she continued, Cass took in a shaky breath, "The last thing I put on here, is that I admire your strength above all else."
"-We talking about the same Y/N here?"
A handful of soft chuckles could be heard from both Cassandra and Y/N, with the former still trying to keep her emotions in check. The statement, while so simple, seemed to be absolutely nerve wracking.
"After everything you've been through this past month, your strength and resilience are something that I really admire." A pregnant pause settled within the room, the light atmosphere dying with that last statement.
Although no words were being exchanged, a conversation was being held between the two as their eyes remained locked with each other.
The only noise that could be heard was the cameraman signaling it was time for the next segment of the video.
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Exercise Three: Hug For One Minute
Before the tears could escape her eyes, Y/N quickly stepped in to her friend's arms, shielding her face from the camera. Cass was swift to embrace her, hands rubbing soft circles onto her friend's back.
The silence still remained heavy. If watchers listened closely, they could hear a faint you okay? spew from Cass's lips, leaving viewers beyond thankful for whoever was woking the boom mic.
With her head still buried in Cassandra's chest, Y/N gave a slight nod, indicating that she was fine.
One of the crew members eventually called time and the intimate moment was finished as soon as it began.
The pair caught each other's eyes and quickly broke away, once again, silently communicating the words they couldn't say.
Clearing her throat, Cassandra stepped back. Not knowing what to do with herself, she crossed her arms.
Suddenly becoming much more aware of her surroundings, she looked back towards the camera with her best award winning smile.
As if she had finally come back to reality, Y/N attempted to appear as relaxed as possible as well, silently praying that her mascara didn't run.
"So, any last words?"
To give the star a chance to find her voice, Cass spoke up, "Well, this was a great experience, and I'm glad we got the chance to come here and test our friendship."
Knowing they had to wrap up, Y/N went onto conclude the video, "Thank you so much Glamour for having us here today, and make sure to check out our new collab Kill Bill, which is out now. Bye!"
"See ya!"
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— COMMENTS —
@/yn'scoochiehairs: i js know jason is tighttt rn💀
⤷ @/girlmoregirly: fr he polly punching walls n shit😭
@/gojoluvr: am i going crazy or was somebody crying towards the end??
@/cassie's_girl: i feel like im interrupting something here🧍‍♀️
@/livingrosetoy: the way cassandra kept touching y/n to comfort her plsss i can't take this anymore😭
@/jasonsmellslikeboucedatass: j*son bro keep playing w/ my girl and see what tf happen🤣🤣😐
@/igthatcuntgettingeaten: the way cass kept looking for her approval🥹
@/magiclizard: OUUU JASON WHEN I CATCH YOU
@/delulupills: everybody in the comments is talking about jason like can't we just focus on the two people who are actually in the video🤦‍♀️
⤷ @/ynstan4life: no that nigga need to die like today
@/cassandra'strophywife: i need bofa them like so bad like it's not even funny
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a/n: lesbian cass save me.. lesbian cass.... save me lesbian cassandra...
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caramelcove · 5 days
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I'm not satisfied with my coloring or shading 😭
Here's my attempt at throwing anything on the canvas
If there's anything you like or dislike in these PLEASEJDG tell me
And you have any tutorials please do not be shy 🤲 share
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pjowrites · 21 days
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New Brother?
platonic clarisse x reader, platonic Percy x sister reader. Poseidon!reader definitely not my best work. Mix of show and book.
You had been the only Child of Poseidon for your whole life, or that’s what you thought. A couple days ago you were training with your friend Clarisse. You had become friends with her when you were both unclaimed for several reasons mostly because you were both trying so hard to be noticed by your godly parents, and because you both were really good fighters. When you decided to take a break because neither of you could seem to win, without using powers, there was a group of girls gossiping about something you didn’t catch much, but it was enough to gain interest in whatever was going on. “Yeah a Minotaur… by himself?…” “what’s going on?” One of the girls turned to face you. “A new kid killed a Minotaur!” You tried to think there hadn’t been any new kids the past couple days. “What new kid?” “I don’t know his name. Um… he’s got dark hair, probably 12ish” you were walking with clarisse later that day when you saw him. “Come on clar. You don’t need to preform the ‘welcome to camp ceremony’ on every new camper… do you?” Clarisse let out a short laugh “it’s not a ceremony and no. Just on ones that think they’re better than everyone.” You rolled your eyes “I’m just going to watch then.” You weren’t even paying attention, you just started talking to Luke. The next time you saw him was at capture the flag. You had been on patrol when you saw Luke coming by with… the flag? You ran to get ahead and stop them which you did, but being the best swordsman in camp gave Luke several advantages. Also there was no water near by, and you were banned from causing earthquakes during capture the flag. By the time you got to the river where Percy and clarisse had fought Luke had made it across and the was a Trident above Percy’s head. Now you no longer had the cabin to yourself, but it was nice to have a sibling, for the most part. “Percy, where is my… what are you doing with that?” Percy was holding your stuffed dolphin toy, your only thing you brought from your home, pretended not to know what you were talking about with a smirk on his face. “What? this toy dolphin?” “Yes, give it back.” Percy’s smirk was growing. “Is this your stuffed animal y/n? I thought you were a teenager not a baby.” “Says the guy who drools in his sleep.”
Reblogs are appreciated, I love comments (especially constructive criticism), I love everything Percy Jackson.
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triniji · 1 month
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hi!! this is my first time sharing a post online, so i have absolutely no idea what i'm doing! c':
i drew these two a little while ago and wanted to share it <3 i love them. a lot. trust me 😭❤️ they're the sweetest father and daughter 🫂
super mario has been a special interest of mine for about a decade now but i haven't had the courage to interact with the fandom until this year :') the people i have spoken to in that time have all been brilliant, so thank you! it makes my heart feel really warm :)) 💖
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love-jelly · 3 months
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PROBLEM.
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sypnosis: you've always had a problem with shutting your mouth but toji has never had a problem with helping you.
contents: implied breathplay, manhandling, messy, toji can't take a joke, using you (sort of??), & face fucking
word count: 650+
a/n: my first work! hopefully, i'll improve a lot very soon but until then, you can send constructive criticism in my asks! hope you enjoy!! minors dni. ageless / blank / minor blogs will be blocked if seen interacting!
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you've been here before. with toji, you mean. in this predicament, in this situation. tears running down your cheeks, mixing with the drool that sticks to the lower half of your face and some of his thighs. red welts upon your pretty and otherwise unblemished skin. and it started hours ago.
it started at a company dinner, where you got mouthy and started telling people toji couldn't get you off (an obvious lie). you honestly didn't expect people to believe you because you thought it was a funny, easy joke that everyone thought was fake.
what you didn't expect was that toji would hear about it and come to you directly.
"toji, this is so unnecessary, it was just a joke!"
he stops and stares with you, still holding onto your wrist that he had been holding since he dragged you out of the party.
"unnecessary? you wanna act like you don't whine and moan just from fucking yourself on my thigh, baby? you wanna act like just having the tip of my cock in you doesn't make you a mess, begging for more?"
"it was just a joke! i thought it was funny!" you argue with a sweet pout, eyebrows furrowed and a blush lightly covering your face from the lewd descriptions of your rather intimate moments together. "it is funny!" a clearly wrong answer judging from the way he clenches his jaw, continuing to drag you home.
and now. you're at the foot of the bed, knees red from kneeling too long and pussy dripping slick onto the floor, making the floor filthy, just like your mouth.
"cat got your tongue, huh?" he roughly pats your face with one hand. the other is occupied, holding your hair in a messy ponytail, keeping your mouth attached to his cock. "what you can't talk? you were so mouthy earlier, baby" he laughs condescendingly as he finally pulls you off his cock, finally letting you breathe.
"'m sorry, i promise" you weakly whimper. "'m sorry, toji, i swear!" the big droplets tears from your eyes dropping onto your breasts and toji can't recall a time you've ever looked prettier than this. big red lips swollen from being used, your big eyes gazing up at him, begging for forgiveness because that's right, he's in charge, never you. your perfectly molded body (by him) that's just so perfect for him because you belong to him.
"are you really sorry? if you were really sorry, you would've thought beforehand and wouldn't have pulled that shit in the first place," he laughs down at you, as if he didn't, couldn't, wouldn't believe you.
you pout, eyes impossible big with desperation for him to believe you as you start pawing at his thigh desperately. "no! i promise i really won't do it again! i promise! jus' lemme cum, please, toji."
he clicks his tongue in his mouth and pushes you back onto his cock "how am i supposed to believe you, huh? you always end up fucking- embarrassing- me- and you never- fucking- learn-" he emphasizes words through the rough snaps of his hips, filling your throat with more of him.
he feels you whine and cry around him, making vibrations that feed into his pleasure. feeling the tiniest bit of sympathy, he asks in a faux sweet voice, "do you promise this time? really really promise me?"
he pulls you off his cock for a second to allow you to answer him "yesyesyes, please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, promise, toji! just wanna feel you in me" sobs racking your smaller frame, desperate for the relief you’ve been searching for.
he sadistically smirks and you already know you're not gonna get what you really, desperately want. "ride me, then, baby. see if you can make yourself cum on me all on your own. see if this is still funny."
it's not that he can't make you orgasm, he just won't.
(wherein reader always needs toji's help to get her off, whether it be his rough fingers rubbing her clit or him using his knowledge of all your sweet spots to his (or rather your) advantage)
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if you enjoyed this, please reblog and/or consider following me!
a/n: honestly, i wrote this with gojo in mind but changed it to toji because i can't really imagine gojo being super physically rough during intimacy on purpose 😭 anyway, thank you for reading! my asks are open for any reqs :')
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