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vettelsvee · 3 days

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THIS IS ALL MY FAULT | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x platonic!photographer!reader

based on this request: Okay! So after watching the run Sebastian organized at Imola, I has the idea of reader being someone that works for him (not sure what for though) maybe getting really sick for running in the rain that day, which ends up with Sebastian feeling guilty over it. It’s a silly idea, really, but I think it has a lot of potential to vibes similar to what Sebastian seems to have with the drivers, kind of playing dad to the grid 🥺.

summary: you work as a photographer during the forever senna tribute seb prepared, but you end up being sick

word count: 1618

warnings: none of them really! seb feeling guilty because he thinks reader got sick because of him.

a/n: I'm finally back! sorry for not posting at all during all this past month, university has had me really stressed but I'm finally free from it until september! idk if this is actually something well written because i haven't written anything for a month! also, hope you anon like this even it's definitely crap 😭

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback as well as comments and reblogs are truly appreciated! <3

The rain kept falling on the circuit, but that wasn't such an excuse for Sebastian and his team to cancel what they had been working on for months.

The run that the retired driver had decided to organize on Thursday not only with Formula 1 drivers, but also with those from Formula 2 and 3, and even other members of the sport, in honor of Ayrton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger, was more than perfect. It was an absolute success. And Sunday, when Vettel would drive the car that once belonged to the Brazilian pilot who died 30 years ago on that same circuit, hadn't even arrived yet.

You had been busy taking photos of everything, as you were Sebastian's official photographer. Now, you were gathering all the equipment you had used because the cold you were enduring was barely bearable. You had been out in the rain all day, following Seb wherever he went, which had made you feel increasingly worse. Now, your hands couldn't stop shaking, and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of the team members asked.

"Yes, of course," you replied with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit cold. I'll be back to be the same me as soon as we get back to the hotel."

The man nodded, not wanting to press you further despite not being very convinced by your words after seeing your completely pale face.

You decided to continue with your work, ignoring anyone who approached you to exchange even the slightest word. You tried to ignore the growing headache, the fatigue, and the tightness in your chest, which seemed to be worsening. Although the rain had stopped and you were in one of the garages, the sky remained dark.

You were surprised to see Sebastian, still wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, just a few meters away from you. You shook your head, trying not to pay attention, and certainly not to worry. He was just your "boss," so to speak, and he was old enough to know what he needed to do to avoid getting sick. Well, he also had Britta, who was like a second mother to him.

A sharp pain pierced your temples. You staggered slightly, and if it hadn't been for your momentum making you lean your back against the wall behind you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"For God's sake, Y/N, you look terrible," he said as calmly as he could, though you could sense his nerves in his tone of voice. "You should go and have a rest. Like… now."

"Seb, we still have a lot to do. It's not just packing up the equipment, but also transferring the photos to the computer, editing them, then preparing the posts for you Instagram account..."

"Y/N, I love your work, but you've done more than enough for today," he interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, running his fingers carefully over it. "Now, I'll talk to Britta and we'll assign it to someone who knows what they're doing, okay?"

For a moment, you considered protesting, reproaching him that this was your job, and that's why he wanted you on his team since shortly before leaving Aston Martin, but the way he looked at you made you stop. He seemed worried, very worried. That's why you ended up not only reluctantly accepting but also letting him guide you to a nearby chair.

"Stay here. I'll bring you something warm."

As you watched Seb walk away, you sighed, managing to relax somehow. You saw him enter the Red Bull hospitality, and you assumed it was where he felt most comfortable. A few minutes later, you saw the blonde with two small steaming cardboard cups. As he reached your height, he offered you one of them.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup and taking a sip. Chocolate, something you loved, and Seb knew it perfectly.

"Do you promise you'll go back to the hotel as soon as you finish your hot chocolate?"

"I promise," you assured him. "But I can't promise that..."

"Y/N, just no work for today," he cut in, seeing that you weren't going to fulfill what you had promised. "I want you to spend today and tomorrow resting. Sunday will be a tough day for us. You can do it, at least for me, or am I wrong?"

You nodded your head as if you were seven years old again. You knew you were going to rest as much as you could in your hotel room, but that didn't mean you weren't going to do anything. As you had already planned, you were obviously going to continue with your work. You couldn't disappoint Sebastian, not on such an important weekend like this.

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Sebastian accompanied you to the door of your room, and despite having exchanged a couple of messages with you on Friday, having let you rest all afternoon and part of Saturday morning, and having agreed that you would come to a meeting room in the hotel at 12pm on Saturday to finalize the details of tomorrow's tribute, he didn't see you there.

"Have you seen Y/N?" he asked Britta directly, a little distressed. "She told me she would come with no doubt."

"And she did come," the ex-pilot's PR commented, "but I sent her back to her room as soon as I saw her shivering. Her forehead was burning, and she said she had a slight fever. It wasn’t just a slight fever, Seb," Britta assured him.

The man nodded but became even more worried. Quickly bidding farewell to Roeske, he headed towards your room. He saw the door slightly ajar, possibly your mistake. He knocked softly before entering, and the sight that greeted his eyes made him feel bad instantly.

You were curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably. You had a small towel on your forehead with cold water to see if you could control your body temperature since you couldn't take your medicine again until the corresponding hours had passed, which was already the next day.

Your face was completely flushed, and your breathing was labored.

As soon as you realized Seb's presence, your eyes welled up with tears. You tried to force a smile, but all that came out were tears from how bad you felt not only for Seb to see you like this but also for ruining something so important.

"Seb... You didn't have to come," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

"Of course, I did! Don't be ridiculous!" he responded quickly, sitting beside you. He placed a hand on your forehead and realized Britta was right. "My God, Y/N, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so bad?"

"I... didn't want to worry you," you admitted between tears of frustration and exhaustion. "Tomorrow is an important day. You need to be resting to give your best tomorrow. There are people who have come just for you, Seb, you can't let them down."

You noticed him tense a bit at the mention. His lips curved, and his jaw tightened. He took a deep breath and took your hand almost without thinking.

"This is my fault..." he whispered softly. He seemed overwhelmed with guilt, and much of it. You cursed yourself for making him think that when it was all really your fault. "Nothing is more important than your health, Y/N. I'm so sorry, really..."

"Seb, it's okay, really. These things happen; it's completely normal. There's probably someone else like me..."

His silence was the response you partly expected, but it didn't hurt until you saw him shake his head.

"I just wanted to give my best so that the photos would turn out perfect and you would have content worthy of all the work you've put into this..." was all you could say.

"You're already the best, Y/N," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "In fact, you're so perfect that you should stop being so perfect to start worrying more about yourself. And since you don't worry about yourself... let me do it for you, okay?"

Although you didn't agree with him and didn't believe you deserved his praise, you were too weak to argue.

Sebastian stayed with you all day, including the night. He made sure you were as comfortable as possible, brought you water, and soaked the cold cloth in water to lower your fever as soon as possible, miraculously something that worked. He didn't leave your side, not even when you had a coughing fit or sneezed without covering your mouth.

Your fever began to lower in the late hours of that day. Your breath calmed down, and the color seemed to return to your cheeks. Seb sighed with relief, quickly hugging you while continuously placing small kisses on your face and playing with your hair, making you laugh incessantly.

After ordering room service for dinner, since your appetite seemed to have returned, you fell asleep, at least apparently. To avoid disturbing you, Seb went from lying down next to you to reclining on a sofa next to the bed. His eyes were heavy with tiredness, but that didn't stop him from staying alert in case you needed his help.

"Rest, Y/N," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before caressing it. "I guess I'll have to take you out to dinner for the damages I caused."

You smiled at the last thing Seb had said, grateful that every time you got sick, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, and wishing that what Seb had said was true.

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feluka · 15 hours

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as careless as it is to share unverified fundraisers, it is equally careless to callously say "this is probably a scam" without even doing so much as message the owner of the account or check the reblogs to try to verify it. it is cruel to the people in need, and it is cruel to the palestinian bloggers putting all the effort to make sure nobody is taking advantage of their genocide to steal funds from those truly in need, who work tirelessly just for you to walk all over their struggle. if you can't put in the work yourself, and listening to palestinians is oh too much for you, then the least you can do is be quiet. every day i see my friends stepping away from their account because the climate that people have created for palestinians here has become too much to bear and i don't know what to say to them because as hurtful it is to not have this connection to them anymore is, i know they're right and i can't ask them to stay in this rancid place. develop an ounce of compassion for the love of god.

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blorbocedes · 2 days

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let me take you guys on a journey. one that will help you understand how annoyingly obsessive and hung up my brain can get......

so here is where our wild goose chase starts. I was going through a 2012 f1 blog's nico tag. it's actually pretty rare for early 2010s blogs to have comprehensive tagging systems so whenever I find one I try to go thru it all. and I come across this v cute nico image (cropped for posterity. payoff will be worth it promise)

here we have a picture, from 2012, and in classic 2012 fashion there is meme text on it. OP of the original pic deactivated. so I want to find the version without the meme text. pretty easy, just reverse google search right?

WRONG!

google reverse search is functionally dead and defunct and absolutely dogshit.

ok back to square one. I'm trying to sus out from whatever information I have.

the other meme watermark of f1humour.tumblr.com? deactivated.

okay 37 notes. maybe I can do something with this.

tumblr kind of breaks (?) with very old posts. so even if someone tagged it, I can't see it. ok but 14 people liked it!

of the 14 accounts only 7 actually show, including mine. so what I do is I go through 6 of those blogs, and their public archives because those accounts are all inactive for several YEARS now. and I check their blogs for April 2012.

no luck.

back to the drawing board.

the meme has a MOTORSPORT.COM watermark.

here's all the information I have: this was posted on April 24th, 2012, which means that's my upper limit on the date this could be taken. Nico got in Mercedes in 2010. So from anywhere between 2010-2012 motorsport images couldve taken this pic.

so, because I was born with excessive intelligence, I think hmmm... let me search the archives of Motorsport Images dot com. surely that is where Motorsport dot com would keep their Images.

two years of a racing driver's pictures means thousands of pictures. okay. let's start from April 2012. unfortch for keen eyed listening, April 2012 was also the Chinese Grand Prix aka Nico's first f1 win.

why is that relevant? because it means every photographer and their MOTHER took a picture of nico for his first win. over 900+ images.

while I am exhibiting extremely unemployed levels of behavior here, I don't actually have the time and brain capacity to sift through 900 images.

I go back to the original tumblr post. this time I go to the empty reblogs. there's lots!

but because there's no tags it can't help me. still I go through every one of them because you can see the blog I found the pic from @the-fastest-waffle is listed in the other reblogs even though they clearly had tags!

and I find my silver lining. from @fuckyeahf1drivers's tags

just this simple. #bahrain #lol

if this picture is from bahrain 2012 it changes everything, as in it narrows my search a shit tonne.

375 images. This means 1-15 pages and I know the exact picture I'm looking for. I feel like I'm SO close. I can't give up now. gambler mentality 💎

so I guess what. I go through all 15 goddamn pages. and I DONT FIND IT!!!!!!!!! SCREEEEEECH

now I've lost hope. if it's not from bahrain 2012 then it can be from anywhere from 2010-2012 taken by motorsport.com which is just too big a search. there isn't anything I can narrow it down with. my search is futile.

but I have one tiny little thought bugging my mind. how come motorsport images don't have the motorsport.com watermark... so I consult a fellow archivist @vegasgrandprix on the matter.

WE AS A SOCIETY NEED TO ADDRESS WHY MOTORSPORT.COM AND MOTORSPORT IMAGES.COM HAVE THE SAME FONT

finally. finally

I go on motorsport.com

which is actually kind of not super user friendly interface finding their pics if you have excessive intelligence like I do. I go into this knowing if the bahrain 2012 long shot is actually NOT when that picture is from, I'm fucked.

I filter and say a prayer.

and lo and behold.

salvation.

one person's singular tag of 'bahrain 2012 lol' led me down this spiral, where if it wasn't for that bit of information this would be lost forever because finding the version of the pic without the meme text is otherwise near impossible. google reverse search is no help, and f1 drivers simply get photographed way too much. reblogs + tags with context literally are a holy grail. this is what I imagine archaeologists feel like. so if you ever want someone 12 years after you've posted something to go down finding out, tag your posts accordingly (assuming tumblr survives the next decade)

so why did I do it? why did I spend hours of my life on this? cause it's fun. it's like a mystery and it itches at my skin. many times I'm not successful which is why the times I am feels so rewarding because it feels almost like detective work, finding and refinding something, overturning evidence. and I have a brain that just functions Like This.

and now for the fruit of my labour, if you guys still want to see. the picture I spent hours to find the original version of. sitting proudly at the time of posting at 9 notes 😌😌 here's what goes behind actually finding and archiving 2010s retired f1 drivers online. click below!

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#welcome to my dark twisted evil mind #if you read the whole thing... I hope u shared this journey with me. kiss!#the effort behind a stupid shitpost lol. this is what nobody sees #nico rosberg

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barbthebuilder · 2 days

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This is my parting message

I gave myself time to think and talked to some people about this and I have decided to say goodbye to y'all.

Time here has been great and I loved pretty much every second of it. However, I want to focus on my real life now. Tumblr became too big of a part of my life for my comfort. Basically, I think it will be better if I quit.

I don't regret this blog. It made me very comfortable in my identity, it educated me, it made me feel loved and brave and powerful.

But it's over.

I can't thank you enough for everything you have done for me. For every like, comment, reblog, ask, tag, message and boop.

So... this is it. This is the end. This has been such a wonderful journey :')

Special thanks to:

@our-genderfluid-experience - great place to tell your story

@genderfluid-culture-iss - Bro letting people just spill the most relatable shit ever. Loving it.

@our-queer-experience - so much good info! Educated me a lot.

@hefkerut - I just want you to know you're an incredible person and I will always remember you. Like, seriously girl. I had such a blast with ya. You also always reblog the best shit?? You rock.

@genderoftoday - always provided me with content to reblog. Also, funny.

@genderfluid-info-blog - actually, such a smart person. Gives great advice and provides us with so many microlables. Mad respect.

@mxl4vrie - THANK YOU FOR THE FANART I SOMETIMES LOOK AT IT AND SMILE :DDD

@rat0

@popcorn-plots

@aegosexual-moments - you made me realize I'm aegosexual! Thanks a lot!

@alwaysprey

@sundry-whovengerslocked

@fruityracoons - dude, you were such a great support. Thanks for always checking up on me.

@frogofalltime

@foxinasuit - you actually made me realize I want to quit lmao I'm not leaving your side tho hehehe >:)

@joker1315 - always a pleasant conversation with this one! I still remember how you helped me with all that technical stuff :)

@kodiescove - learned a lot from you

@korane06

@littlemisspipebomb

@zuuriell

@crowdsourcedgender - you are doing such a good job. Keep it up! Thank you for always being a great help.

@candy8448

@baking-potato-27

@bhawk-goose - ur so funny hehehe

@banethebloodgoat

@night-rhea

@treion-is-back - I still remember you. Good luck.

@allknowingbirb

@i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

@spacewives-in-spacetime

@queen-mihai

@a-random-mooshroom - YOOOOO you were so fun to interact with!! All the best!!

@bibirb - thanks for supporting my Yellow Dog account and being one of the first followers!

@pronouncounter - count those pronouns

@pronoun-checks - keep it up!

@ghostsofchernobyl

@that-bisexual

@slender-genderfluid - okay, I have no relation to you but I think you're cool

@hijkay

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@thegeniusidiotnstickmerchant3728 - you are so cool and so nerdy and SO WERID I am obssesed with you and I need to study you in the laboratory or put you in a maze with traps idk I will miss you sm

And many more! I'm sure I haven't tagged everyone and I'm sorry if I missed somebody :c I appreciate you regardless!!

Goodbye! May the gender euphoria be upon ya!

#genderfluid #blog info

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 15 hours

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girl like you 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as kidnapping, marital discord, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a fight with your husband leads to an unexpected situation.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

Jake lays you down on a bed as you twitch again. Your teeth clack as your muscles continue to spasm now and then. You groan and swat at him as another swell of rage takes you. You sit up, too fast, and fall back dizzily.

You bring your hands up to frame your forehead and steady your eyes enough to look around. What the hell is this place? A basement? More like a bunker.

The walls are a gentle shade of peach and in the place of real windows, there’s some painted onto the plaster with curtains hung at the edges. And the bed; white metal with four posts with curls at the top. The blankets are floral and smell of freshener and the pillow cases are frilled.

The furniture matches; every piece dainty and white, or marked with some petal or stem or the other. You take deep breaths, trying to put yourself together enough to think. This is deranged. It can’t be real. The sheriff wouldn’t do this. Or Jake.

You sit up, head bobbling, and find Jake watching you from against the wall. He looks guilty behind the pair of thick rectangular lenses as the Sheriff gives a whistle and jingles the keys on his belt. You frown and bat your lashes.

“What is this?” You ask.

“Now, honey, that’s what I was tryna explain, wasn’t I?” Bodecker tuts, “but ya had to go and scream like a banshee. You’re too pretty for all that.”

“I... what?”

“You shouldn’t have tased her,” Jake mutters.

“And what were you doin’? You wanted help, you got it. I didn’t it like it none either,” the sheriff retorts and steps forward. As he nears the foot of the bed, you lean back, support yourself on the heels of your hand. “Look around, nice place, isn’t it? And me and the geeky one aren’t gonna be yawlin’ at you like that blockhead I found ya with.”

“He’s my husband--”

“Don’t act like one, does he?” Bodecker scoffs and crosses his arms. Jake hovers behind him uncertainly, touching his fingertips together as he tries to see past the pudgier of the pair. “You know when he goes down to that bar, you know what he says about you? Old bag? Even takes his ring off--”

“What?” You can’t help but wilt. “The bar?”

“Suppose he don’t tell you that’s where he’s going,” he shrugs.

You look down and slowly bend your legs, hugging them as a chill washes over you, “squash practice...” you murmur. You wondered where that came from.

“Hey, you cold? I can put the heat up,” Jake stops just behind Bodecker and you lift your chin to meet his gaze. You don’t answer. You don’t care.

“Now, obviously, I don’t agree with that. Just look at ya. Pretty thing. Lookin’ fine and all. Well-dressed, nice hair, and you got that sweet voice--”

“You can’t keep me here,” you insist through a quiver.

Jake goes to the wall and unlocks a control panel. As he hits buttons, the sheriff looms, “we can do whatever we want, can’t we? You just walked out on your man. You came down to the station, called your sister, and went off... who knows what happened after that.”

“No--”

“Enough goin' on at the station, I could get a couple boys to corroborate,” he snickers, “you don’t need to be chattering on. We’re good men, Jakey and I. We just want a woman to treat right.”

You scowl, “you tased me.”

“Like I said, didn’t wanna do that but you were gonna hurt yourself worse if you kept on. One bad fall on that cement and--” he makes a popping noise and taps his head, “well, wouldn’t matter what I did to ya then.”

Your lip trembles and you search around. You can’t get past him. He might be chubby but you’re not fast enough to get past him. Your eyes meet Jakes and you pout, “Jake. Jensen, please. Why... how can you do this? You’re a nice guy. Remember, I... I got them to leave your Green Lantern flag.”

He smiles and shrugs, rubbing his neck before he drops his arms and he face turns sallow and sober, “I know.”

“So, please, let me go--”

A clang makes your skull ring and you wince as you look at the sheriff, his nightstick in hand as he leans it against the metal bed frame, “now, don’t go playin’ games. It was his idea, after all. He playing those games. You know the ones where you’re just living. Little freak had one of the lady ones in a room...”

“Lee,” Jake sneers.

“What? It is what it is. We got her here, no point sugar coatin’ any of it,” he pulls the nightstick back and rests it against his shoulder, “look, we don’t wanna be mean or nothin’. I see ya walkin’ around in those heels, your kiester all tight. I know that man ain’t loosen you up in a while--”

“Disgusting--”

“Eh, maybe a little, but not for nothing. What d’ya want, honey? A husband who can’t give ya a nice word or two husbands who wanna give ya everything?”

“Everything?” You blink and gesture to the room, “this is a prison cell.”

“Only if you make it one,” he says.

Your eyes sting and your nose tingles. You really can’t believe this is real. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation. At least Jake has the grace to look guilty but the sheriff only seems more certain with each protest.

“It is,” you insist, “Jake--”

“Now, now, I’m talking. Not him.”

“Argh,” you grit your teeth, “please. Think about it. This is wrong. You’re an officer. You’re supposed to protect and serve--”

“Exactly what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly. “I’m keepin’ ya safe,” he points the stick at the walls, “and I can serve you, sugar, in many, many ways.”

You hug your legs again and shrink down. You’ve been arguing with one may for next to decades, you don’t have the energy; not for Brock, not for either of them. You shiver again.

“There’s a housecoat for you,” Jake offers as he goes to the hook behind the door and the lilac robe hung there, “if you’re cold.”

You don’t respond. You just stare at him, then the sheriff, then the wall. You unwrap your arms from around your legs and lay flat. You roll onto your side and hide your head under your arm. This isn’t real. You refuse to accept that this is real.

“Is she okay?” Jake asks.

“Pfft, she’s a woman. They need time to think, Jen, not like us,” Bodecker says, “she’ll be alright. 'sides, that zap probably took it out of her.”

“Oh,” Jake lets out the single syllable.

You hear their steps. One comes closer and you feel a weight settle over you. Jake spreads the housecoat across your body and you heave, shoulders shaking. You can’t help but cry. This is horrible. You really are just as stupid as Brock says.

“Now, sugar, you got some time to get your head straight,” Bodecker says, “but we ain’t gonna wait forever.”

You don’t respond. You keep your face under your arm and curl up even smaller. If you don’t look, it might just fade away. If you close your eyes, you might wake up from this nightmare.

#lee bodecker #jake jensen #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #lee bodecker x reader #series #drabble #girl like you #au #the devil all the time #the losers #dc

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laylaaa · 3 days

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Hey, please read this, just getting this all off my chest helps a lot itself.

I am Layla, a 17 year old student from India. I currently study at Woodstock International School, which is one of the schools here in Mussoorie, India. I've been inactive recently as I was very busy with my A levels exams and my household situation. My mom is from Bangladesh while my father is Indian. Recently, due to him getting unemployed 3 months ago, our family has been going through some very tough times. I in my school am on scolarship and much of my tution fee gets waived off but recently our condition has worsened and my parents are in a lot of mental stress due to our school fees (me and my 2 other siblings) as a major part of their expenditure are payments for our education. I really dont want my education to suffer and can't see my parents stressing about my tuition fee.

11,000 INR is needed which is around 135 USD

Paypal

This is my family's account (my fathers') for all of the donations and incase this doesn't seem to work or you need some more information, please feel free to mssg me or send an ask.

Sorry for making this long, but i really had to swallow my pride while making this. Please help out if you can, and again, thanks for reading. Every type of donation or reblog would really mean and matter a lot. <3

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genericdragon · 2 days

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Hi my internship that I was supposed to start this summer flaked out on me at the last minute and now I'm scrambling to find a job lmao

In the meantime I'm opening a couple of commission slots before Art Fight starts... so if you need new art/refs for your characters but you don't feel like drawing it yourself hmu I'll do it for you. Or if you wanna buy a different kind of commission from me you can do that too ig

You can request a commission from me through artistree (you don't need to make an account for it but it does cost a bit extra) or you can just dm me here whatever works

Even if you can't commission me, reblogging would be greatly appreciated!!

Slot 1: CLOSED

Slot 2: OPEN

(source for the meme)

#art fight #artfight #art fight 2024 #artfight 2024 #commissions open #open commissions #commissions

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ajewishzionistscout · 3 days

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Here we go again, HaShem help me.

Okay, so hi.

I’m Sarah, and I used to run the account @thatjewishzionistscout, but through some stupid decisions and irritating pregnancy hormones, I got permanently locked out, and no longer have access.

So please if you know you followed my old account, please unfollow, and report it so I can get it deactivated. (No one runs it anymore, and no one can use it, so I would like to have it unusable.) and follow this one, which will just be like my last account, I will just need to build it back up again. Lovely.

So if you see this, and you know you followed me, please unfollow, report, interact and follow.

Adding a really important edit: I am working on trying to get my old account back, so you are allowed to unfollow my other blog, but please don’t report!

With love, Sarah.

@mossadspygoat, @rhysaka, @glitzy-dynamite, @pettytiredandjewish, @the-ind1gen0us-jude4n, @startrek-themed-barmitzvah, @aqlstar + any other mutals or followers.

My motherhood sideblog: @justtryingtojewishmother

Also if you see this, please reblog! I want this spread!

#jewblr #jumblr #i stand with israel #jewish tumblr #jewish #jewish tag #jewish things #jewish thought #tumblr drama possibly #please reblog if you see #israelblr #israel palestine conflict

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scarlethexelove · 3 days

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hi, can you please do agatha harkness x fem reader, where reader was sexually abused by ex girlfriend badly and has trauma so agatha helps to overcome it? their first time being together...

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: Soft sex, Smut, Soft Agatha, Fingering, Oral, just fluffy smut

Pt 1

A/n: I hope it is ok that I'm making this as a second part to my other fic. Aggie is just so sweet and soft and caring. I just can't with her. Hopefully this is ok and what you wanted.

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Your clothes slip off your body as you undress after the most perfect date with the perfect woman. Agatha has been so gentle and caring. She always checks on your boundaries after you explained your past to her. You don’t know how you lucked out on finding her but you are so grateful.

You turn around to admire Agatha as she slips her clothes off. She is only left in her bra and panties. “Aggie.” She hums, turning around to look at you. “Oh shit. I’m sorry sweetheart.” She adverts her eyes from your already naked form. “Aggie it’s ok. You can look.” You say a bit shy. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with admiration for you. She always respects your body and always takes your feelings into account. You make your way closer to her and take her hand in yours looking up into her eyes. You give her a soft smile. “I think I’m ready to try.” Your voice is soft.

Agatha looks at you searching for any hint of hesitation but finds none. She gives you a soft smile back. “Are you sure sweetheart?” You give her a nod. “You make me feel safe and loved. I’m ready to try.” You see nothing but the love and admiration she has for you. “If you are sure then I would be happy to. But if at any point you want to stop just tell me and we will stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart melts with her concern for you. It has been many months of therapy for you to get to this point. You have gone to both personal therapy and couples therapy. It’s not that you needed to do couples therapy but you both wanted to learn about each other and you both could work on slowly introducing sex back into your life if you so wish. There have been countless conversations about your boundaries. It has never been too much to go over it multiple times in order to make sure that you are comfortable and you are so thankful for that.

Agatha takes your hand and leads you towards the bed. As you crawl on the bed Agatha strips down the rest of the way. You can’t help but stare at how beautiful she looks. She catches you staring which makes you blush and looks down. She crawls on the bed moving to hover over you. She gently lifts your chin and kisses you softly. “You’re so beautiful baby.” She whispers against your lips. “Not as beautiful as you.” You whisper back, making Agatha shake her head. “I have never seen someone more beautiful than you.” If possible your cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

The sound of your heartbeat is all that you can hear as your anxiety spikes. You tense slightly when Agatha gently grabs your hips and kisses your neck. She stops immediately feeling you tense. “Do you want me to stop?” She asks you worried. “No.” You shake your head. “Sorry.” Her thumb rubs gently against your skin which makes you relax. She pecks your lips softly. “Okay.” She smiles. “Just try and relax and I will do all the work.” You nod at her words as you lean back and try your best to relax.

Agatha kisses your neck starting to trail kisses down from your neck and to your chest. She is making sure not to leave any marks behind as she works her way down. She wants to make sure not to cross your boundaries that you set. She trails down further until she is laying between your legs. “Is this ok?” She asks you. “Yes.” It comes out a bit breathy as you nod, you’re already getting worked up from her small touches. But not worked up in a bad way, excited for the chance to give all of you to Agatha.

Soft kisses are placed on your thighs as Agatha gently caresses your hips rubbing soothing circles there. You reach your hand down for her free one looking for a way to ground yourself before you become too overwhelmed. She takes your hand and laces her fingers with yours and smiles softly at you.

“May I?” Agatha asks. She wants to check in with you every step of the way which makes your heart swell with love. “Yes… Please Aggie , I need you.” You haven’t felt this desperate in so long that you are a little taken aback by how you sound. “Anything for you sweetheart.” She leans in placing a kiss on your clit, which makes you shudder. An old sensation that feels new… different.

You squeeze Agatha’s hand as she sucks your clit in her mouth. In all of your talks about boundaries it was agreed upon that your first time would only be mouth and fingers and only two fingers. Agatha doesn’t want to overwhelm you with more, giving you just the perfect combination. She can keep it gentle as she works you up.

Agatha gently sucks your clit causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips. Agatha feels her chest swell in pride for being able to make you feel safe. Your arousal starts to leak down onto her chin as she licks and sucks at your bundle of nerves. Your hand never leaves her as she grounds you. Any worry you had washing away as she slowly builds you up. She brings her hand not holding yours down, slowly teasing your entrance with one finger.

Iridescent eyes find yours silently asking your permission. You nod your head breathing heavily as you look down at the woman between your legs. She slowly pushes her finger into your waiting hole. Once fully pushed in she lets you get used to feeling. The feeling is slightly overwhelming causing you to grip her hand harder. She gently rubs her thumb on the back of your hand trying to relax you. After a moment your grip relaxes and she starts to slowly thrust her finger.

You hate to admit how embarrassingly fast the knot in your stomach is growing. The new feeling and how soft and attentive Agatha is being is bringing you closer to the edge. Your hips start to lightly buck into her face the more comfortable you feel with the woman. You can feel her smile against you as you do so. Her finger curling as she pulls out hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Moans start to tumble from your lips the more pleasure that you feel.

Agatha adds her second finger stretching your walls more as she builds you. Her expert tongue toying with your clit has your walls clenching around her fingers. She can feel how close you are getting. Your hips buck as your thighs tighten around her head. A pleasure that you never thought you would welcome again slowly taking over.

Agatha can tell you're close to falling over the edge as she works you up keeping a gentle and slow pace. “Cum when you're ready baby.” She mumbles against your clit. The vibrations sending you over the edge. You moan as your thighs clamped around her head. Your walls pulsing around her fingers as you coat them with your cum. Your hips wildly buck when she sucks on your clit. She rides you through your high before it starts to become too overwhelming for you.

You close your eyes feeling tears well up. Agatha stops and pulls away slowly not wanting to hurt you. When she sees the look on your face and you open your eyes she panics. “I’m so sorry baby. Did I hurt you? Oh god I’m so sorry.” You can see the panic and worry written all over her face as she sits up and looks you over. She sees the unshed tears and panics more. You shake your head. “I’m ok.” The tears were happy tears. You had thought that you would never be able to be intimate with another woman after your ex but here you are with the most amazing woman ever.

Agatha doesn’t buy it though still worried that she has some how fucked it up and ruined all of your progress. You shake your head and pull her hand towards you gently kissing the back. “I’m happy Aggie. I can’t thank you enough.” You tell her admiration for the woman in front of you. You can see her relax at your words so thankful that she didn’t hurt you. She moves to lay down next to you. You instantly move closer to her and she wraps her arms around you tightly pulling you closer to her. “No need to thank me baby. I would do anything for you.”

You can tell Agatha wants to kiss you but is hesitant. Your juices are still coating her lips. “Aggie, you can kiss me.” You tell her. “Are you sure? If you aren’t ready I can go brush my teeth and clean up.” You shake your head with a wide smile on your face. So thankful for her always putting your needs above her own. “Kiss me.” You mumble leaning towards her. She can’t resist you and meets you halfway there as your lips meet. It’s odd to taste yourself on her lips but oddly satisfying.

When the two of you pull back you lay your head on her chest as the room falls into a peaceful silence. “What about you?” You look up at the older woman breaking the silence. She shakes her head with a soft smile. “Tonight was about you sweetheart. Don’t worry about me.” You're hesitant. “Are you sure?” Agatha kisses your head. “Absolutely, I don’t need anything other than you. You can next time, how about that?” You smile and nod. “Next time.” You whisper as you cuddle in closer. Both of you slowly drift off to sleep in each other's arms. Content with life and excited about the progression of your relationship. It isn’t always this easy in the future but you always work together to make things right.

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