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The New Pets of the House
Cristina Rodlo
Tamara Icardo
Jada Sparks
Katarina Spasojevic
Isabelle Haak
Violett Beane
Flavie Vanessa Akake
Aneta Mlcakova
Pardis Saremi
Iris Castillo
Sasha Calle
#Cristina Rodlo#Tamara Icardo#Jada Sparks#Katarina Spasojevic#Isabelle Haak#Violett Beane#Flavie Vanessa Akake#Aneta Mlcakova#Pardis Saremi#Iris Castillo#Sasha Calle#The New Pets of the House
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Could I request a fic or hcs about cute moments with Caitlin and Reader that were caught by the media or fans (it could be either before or after they went public) I luv your writing (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)
On-Air Adoration ; Caitlin Clark ♡
summary : just sweet little scenarios when you & Cait were caught by the media / fans ! >.<
warnings : pure fluff :)
my master list ㇀♡
a/n : omg this was so cute! thank you for requesting anon ❤️ enjoy ◡̈
Surprise appearance ;
during a post game interview , Caitlin is pleasantly surprised when her girlfriend sneaks up behind her and gives her a playful hug 🫂
the genuine shock and subsequent laughter from Cait creates a memorable and endearing moment captured by the cameras, showcasing your playful dynamic
Cheering from the stands ;
during one of Caitlin’s basketball games , the camera catches her girlfriend enthusiastically cheering her on from the stands! They share a quick kiss during break.
the crowd goes wildddd with admiration for their support and love for eachother ❤️🥹
before you revealed your relationship to the public ..
Caught on live ??
a little bit before you both had officially made your relationship public , Jada was on live with the girls, Cait included. She was sat in front of the camera , just scrolling through her phone when the door behind her opened
You slowly popped into frame , quickly approaching to give you girlfriend a quick smooch on the cheek
caitlin freezes , giving you a look before Jada quickly ended the live. Everyone now knew that the Caitlin Clark, had a girlfriend. When I tell you the internet went wild to try and find out who you are , what you did , how you two met, and all the juicy details
The secret supporter ;
before your relationship was public knowledge , you attended your girlfriends basketball games disguised in both a hoodie and sunglasses. Despite trying to remain incognito, keen-eyed fans catch glimpses of you in the crowd, speculating about your identity and sparking rumors of a “mysterious supporter”
stealing glances ;
during press conferences or post-game interviews, you both exchange subtle glances and secret smiles whenever your eyes meet across the room. While the media is mainly focused on Caitlin’s performance on the court , some attentive observers might catch these fleeing moments of affection between you two.
Undercover date night ;
You both often like to enjoy a low-key date at a local diner , trying to blend in with the crowd. However , your attempts at discretion are foiled when a fan excitedly approaches them for an autograph, inadvertently drawing attention to you presence and sparking speculation about your relationship
Covert affection ;
During a televised game , cameras catch you discreetly blowing her a kiss from the stands during a break. While it goes unnoticed by most, some eagle-eyed viewers spot the tender moment and speculate about the identity of the mystery admirer
caught holding hands ;
while walking together in a crowded street , you and Caitlin were caught holding hands 🥴 th
e simple yet intimate gesture ignited a frenzy among fans , who eagerly speculated about the nature of your relationship and what it could mean for the future
tbh I might add more in the future since my brain is lowkey fried rn 🫥 anywhooo thank u for reading !
#wlw#caitlin clark#paige bueckers#caitlin clark x reader#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#paige bueckers x reader#wcbb#wlw imagine#22#kate martin#iowa
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An Egyptian lawyer has filed a case with the Public Prosecutor to close the Netflix platform after the trailer of “Queen Cleopatra" was released, which depicts the Greek historical figure as a black-skinned woman.
According to Egypt Independent, Mahmoud al-Semary demanded that all legal measures be taken against those responsible for the documentary and the management of the streaming platform for its participation in “this crime.” He also called for an investigation and for Netflix to be blocked in Egypt.
The case said that the documentary promotes Afrocentrism that is widely spread on social media, which have slogans and writings aimed at distorting and obliterating the Egyptian identity.
The complaint continued addressing Public Prosecution: "In order to preserve the Egyptian national and cultural identity among Egyptians all over the world and take pride in it, and to consolidate the spirit of belonging to the homeland, and accordingly we ask and seek you to take the necessary legal measures against this platform."
It demanded stopping broadcasts showing all works aimed at obliterating and distorting the Egyptian identity, through films aimed at falsifying and distorting history in Egypt.
The complaint accused makers of the documentary and platform management of forgery.
A Netflix docudrama series that depicts Queen Cleopatra VII as a black African has sparked controversy in Egypt.
A lawyer has filed a complaint that accuses African Queens: Queen Cleopatra of violating media laws and aiming to "erase the Egyptian identity".
A top archaeologist insisted Cleopatra was "light-skinned, not black".
But the producer said "her heritage is highly debated" and the actress playing her told critics: "If you don't like the casting, don't watch the show."
Jada Pinkett Smith, the American actress who was executive producer and narrator, was meanwhile quoted as saying: "We don't often get to see or hear stories about black queens, and that was really important for me, as well as for my daughter, and just for my community to be able to know those stories because there are tons of them!"
But when the trailer was released last week many Egyptians condemned the depiction of Cleopatra. (x)
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Masterlist
Ypree dollies (What's up dolls - for all my non patois speakers) this is long overdue I know. Shoutout to @xenaizogie for helping me get this set up. She saved ya'll, cause ya'll been roughing it when it comes to my blog. My apologies guys.
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Water
Fuck My Girlfriend
You and Me
A Spark Ain't Never Felt This Good
The Girl With The Tattoos
The Girl With The Tattoos Pt. 2
Telekinesis Pt. 1
Telekinesis Pt. 2
Telekinesis Pt 3
On My Mama Pt. 1
On My Mama Pt. 2
On My Mama Pt. 3
On My Mama Pt. 4
On My Mama Pt. 5
Familiar
Familiar Pt. 1
Familiar Pt. 2
#shuri black panther#shuri udaku#princess shuri#shuri smut#shuri x fem!reader#riri x you#shuri x black!reader#riri wiliams x reader#riri williams#riri x reader#SoundCloud
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Sexual Healing
Story Summary and Content - 5,074 words. Avery is on a work retreat with her crush, Cara, when Cara experiences a sudden cardiac arrest while masturbating. Cara’s coworkers have no choice but to revive her using controversial techniques developed from the procedures in Experimental. Sudden cardiac arrest, on-site resuscitation, intercourse with a person who cannot consent. 🏳️🌈
Recommended reading: Experimental.
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Avery
“I can’t believe you didn’t cancel this retreat, Grace.” Avery stood in front of the cabin’s bay windows, squinting into the blinding white of the winter storm outside. “We’re going to be stuck here.”
“I’m possibly not the most responsible employer.” Grace spoke from the corner of the living room. When Avery turned to look, her friend and boss was also staring out at the blizzard, her arms wrapped tight around her middle. “I should have believed you, Jada.”
“I was almost a meteorologist.” Jada was sitting on the hearth, her back to the fire. She’d recently changed her protective hairstyle, and was careful about keeping her braids draped down her front and away from the sparks. “Who you really should have believed was Cara. Her migraines are like clockwork with weather systems. She barfed twice on the trip up.”
“I think she’s feeling better now,” Grace said. She peeled her arms off her midsection and raked a hand through her platinum blonde. “She’s just taking a nap to recover some energy. I wish I had done that.”
“She’s been asleep a while,” Avery commented, looking at her watch. “Maybe someone should check on her?”
“If she’s feeling better,” Grace said, “we should get some work done. Go ahead and check on her. Note that I said ‘check’ and not ‘hit.’”
Avery rolled her eyes and hurried back to her room, slipping into the Jack and Jill bathroom connecting her room with Cara’s. She flipped on the light, taking a minute to check her reflection.
No food in my teeth. No flakes of mascara on my cheeks. Hair still gelled back. That’ll do.
Avery always thought she and Cara were a study in contrasts; Cara short and curvy to Avery’s tall and athletic build. Avery kept her dark hair cropped short and gelled away from her face, while Cara wore her blonde hair long and streaked with bubble gum pink. Where Avery was serious and earnest, Cara was sweet and open-minded.
Cara was wonderful, and Avery had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for months.
Avery heaved a sigh and turned toward Cara’s door, knocking. “Cara?”
She leaned closer to the door, listening.
“Cara?”
Jeez. She must still be asleep.
Avery knocked again, then tried the doorknob. The knob turned, and she pushed the door open. “Cara? Are you—” Avery froze.
Cara sprawled on the bed, nude, her hand between her legs.
“Shit!” Avery spun around and stepped back into the bathroom. “I’m so sorry! Oh my God!”
She felt a flush run from her scalp down to her chest and stomach. Then it enveloped her clit. Avery gasped. Cara, for her part, didn’t say a word. She didn’t make any noises at all.
She’s getting off, close the damn door!
Avery reached back for the door knob, trying not to look at Cara.
She was awfully still for someone masturbating.
“I’m s-sorry,” Avery stammered. “Um...”
Did she fall asleep? Faint?
“Hey, I’m not looking, but are you okay?”
Silence. Sweat sprung out on Avery’s palms. She took a few indecisive breaths and said: “Cara, I’m turning around. I just need to see if you’re okay.”
Avery turned, quickly finding Cara’s face with her eyes. The other woman looked ashen, her eyes half-lidded and staring at nothing.
“Cara?” Avery’s voice came out hoarse and wobbly. She hurried over, no longer having to make herself ignore Cara’s naked body. She grabbed her coworker by the shoulder and shook her, hard. “Cara!”
Cara’s head tipped to the side, but she remained otherwise still.
“Oh my God… HEY! HELP!” Avery shouted toward the rest of the house, then grasped Cara’s face, turning it toward the ceiling and tipping her head back. She leaned over, her last bystander CPR training slotting into place in the foreground of her mind. “Cara, be breathing. Come on…”
The air remained still between them.
“GRACE! HELP!” Avery pinched Cara’s nose and sealed her mouth wide over her crush’s lips.
Not how I wanted this…
She gave Cara two breaths, watching her exposed breasts rise and fall. Someone yanked on the bedroom door as she slid her hands under Cara’s shoulders and dragged her unceremoniously onto the floor.
“Cara? Avery?” Grace called out.
Jada walked in through the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, staring in shock at Cara’s naked, limp body on the floor.
“Unlock the other door! We need the first aid stuff!” Avery ran her fingers across Cara’s skin, tracing her ribs and locating the lower third of her sternum. Then she clasped her hands together and rocked her shoulders over them. “She’s not breathing! One, two, three, four…”
Jada flipped the lock and ran out of the room, pushing past Grace.
“What happened? Oh my God!” Grace kneeled across from her. “What do you need me to do?”
“Call 9-1-1! Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…” Avery’s brain slowed down again, struggling to process what she was doing. Her breath came short; she wondered how long she could keep this up and wished she was in better shape. Beneath her, Cara’s body rocked with the force of her compressions. Her head bobbed and her breasts wobbled. “Thirty!”
Avery leaned over, pinched Cara’s nose again. Under her mouth, the other woman’s lips were cool and slack.
As she was giving the second breath, Jada ran back into the room with an AED, a small duffel, and the poster from the inside of the first aid cabinet installed in the pantry of the rental.
“Yes, I’m Grace Belgrave. I’m at fifty-seven East Mountain Bridge Byway.” Grace sounded harried.
“One, two, three…”
“What do I do?” Jada gasped, dropping down to her knees at Cara’s head.
“…seven, eight, nine…”
“My employee… my friend,” Grace amended, “she’s not breathing. No, we… Avery, do you know what happened?”
“…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Jada, breathe for her!” Avery watched Grace move out of Jada’s way, and then Avery said: “I found her like that. She… it looked like she’d been touching herself. Masturbating. But I don’t know why she isn’t breathing!”
“Okay, she was found like this. She may have been masturbating—What do you mean you don’t know when someone can come out?”
“One, two, three, four—”
“The snow. Fuck. But you’ll talk us through it?”
Avery looked down at Cara’s body as she continued shoving her weight down between Cara’s ample breasts. The force made her soft stomach rippled and distend with each compression, and she heard huffs of air slip from between Cara’s lips. “…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Breathe, Jada!”
“YES! We have a full kit and an AED. Okay. S-CPR? Really? I… Yes, I did say she was possibly masturbating… yes, we’re willing, I just…” Grace stared at Avery. “They want us to do S-CPR. I saw it on the news, but—”
There was a click and the sound of electronics powering down, and the room went dark.
“Hello? Hello!” Grace shouted into the phone. “Oh my God, it disconnected.”
“Open the curtains,” Jada said.
“No, let’s get her in the living room! Huge window and the fire, we can see in there.” Grace dropped the phone and crawled around to Cara’s head. “I’ve got her head. Avery, get her feet. Jada, grab the supplies. Now! Hurry!”
Together, they carried Cara’s limp body into the living room, laying her out on the rug.
“I’ll take over chest compressions for a while,” Cara said. “Jada, you’re on breaths. Avery, read us the damn instructions!”
Grace found her landmark and started forceful compressions on Cara. The blonde woman’s head lolled to the side, her eyes still staring into space.
Avery squinted at the poster. “Choking… drowning… sudden cardiac arrest. Is that it? No! Sexually-mediated cardiac arrest and suspected corsexamine depletion! Sexual-Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation!”
“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”
Jada began unpacking the duffel. “Pocket mask, oh… I’ll put that on her!” She grabbed the mask and popped it open, shaking out the straps. As she slid it onto Cara’s face, Avery continued reading.
“‘Start chest compressions, two inches deep at a rate of one hundred per minute. Thirty compressions to two breaths,’ yes… Okay, next step is to connect the AED!” She reached for the smaller red kit and unzipped it. The AED immediately powered on.
“…thirty!”
“Apply pads! Plug in the connector!”
Jada tipped Cara’s head back and wrapped her lips around the valve, blowing a breath into her coworker. Cara’s chest rose. Avery realized Cara’s nipples were hard, prominent and slightly dusky.
She shook herself and dug through the contents of the case, pulling out a sealed packet labeled “Adult.”
“Apply pads, plug in the connector!”
“One, two, three, four…”
“Give those to me,” Jada said. “Keep reading!”
Avery handed the packet to Jada and bent back over the poster. “‘Follow the AED instructions. If the AED does not shock or shocks and advises you to continue CPR, proceed to the next step.’”
Jada tipped open the packet and peeled the backing off the first adhesive pads.
“…twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…”
“‘Locate the S-CPR kit.’” Avery reached for the duffel and overturned it.
Jada peeled the backing off the second pad, eyeing the diagram before applying it beneath Cara’s left breast.
“…thirty!”
Jada leaned over to give Cara two more breaths, and Avery grabbed the connector dangling from the defibrillator leads and plugged it into the AED.
“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” Jada and Cara scooted back. “Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!
Avery grabbed a smaller kit labeled “S-CPR” and unzipped it, tipping the contents onto the floor. She quickly rifled through the items. There were three cartridges labeled “7mg corsexamine-1mg epinephrine auto injector,” several condoms, dental dams, nitrile gloves, lube, and a black silicone dildo in a sealed package.
“Shock not advised. Continue CPR for two minutes.”
“Jada, take this round!” Grace, still breathing hard. “I’ll do the breaths!”
Jada went ashen, but she leaned over Cara, her clasped hands pressing to the reddened skin between Cara’s pale breasts. “One!” Her braids swung as she worked, her face determined.
“‘Following the instructions on the auto-injector, administer one dose of corsexamine-epinephrine to the thigh muscle of the patient.’” Avery picked up one of the auto-injectors.
“Here!” Grace said, reaching out. “I know how to use one of those.”
“…nineteen, twenty—oh my God!” A popping sound from Cara’s chest made Jada freeze up, her eyes wide and her hands still buried between Cara’s breasts.
“Keep going!” Avery said. “It’s okay!”
Grace removed the auto-injector from the tube, which she tossed to the side along with the blue cap from the top of the device. Jada resumed chest compressions. Cara’s feet swayed gently side to side with each thrust.
Without a word, Grace raised her arm and brought the end of the auto-injector down onto Cara’s thigh. There was a click, and Grace counted quietly to herself. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”
She sat the pen to the side and quickly leaned over Cara, blowing two quick breaths into the mask.
“‘Continue AED and CPR cycles until patient recovers, rescuers arrive, or you are too exhausted to continue. If you have enough rescuers, proceed to sexual resuscitation.’” Avery glanced up at Grace. “I can do that.”
“One, two, three, four…”
“You don’t have to do it just because you’re—”
“I’ve got it!” Avery snapped. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “‘Obtain consent from next of kin if present. If not, proceed according to your state’s updated Good Samaritan laws.’”
“What are our state’s Good Samaritan laws?” Grace asked.
“…thirty!” Jada called out.
While Grace bent over to breathe for Cara, Avery read: “‘Provide sexual stimulation to breasts, genitals and/or anus as rescuer is comfortable. Use included Personal Protective Equipment and lube. Sexual rescuer must follow AED no-contact instructions. Administer another auto-injector after every second AED analysis until all three have been administered, patient recovers, or EMS arrives. Do not stop CPR unless patient recovers or you are too tired to continue.’”
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”
“Avery…” Grace said. “You don’t have to. We don’t have to. It’s still controversial—”
“I don’t want her to die,” Avery interrupted. Her voice sounded miserable to her own ears. “I’ve got it.”
“…twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”
Avery crawled over Cara’s prone body, quickly grasping Cara’s thighs and spreading her legs.
“…thirty!”
She laid down on her stomach while Grace gave Cara air. Her hands rested on Cara’s hips, thumbs stroking her smooth skin.
Forgive me.
Live to forgive me.
Eschewing the gloves and dental dam, Avery leaned close, her breath caressing Cara’s vulva. Jada resumed pumping Cara’s chest. From this vantage point, all Avery could see was Jada’s hands between two large, swaying natural breasts, and the way Cara’s stomach popped with each pump.
She massaged Cara’s inner thighs, briefly confused, uncertain if she should dive right in or not. If she were making love to Cara, she’d start slow. But this wasn’t love-making, this was first aid. Sexual first aid.
Avery inhaled. Cara smelled like sex, probably from her activities prior to her cardiac arrest.
Who were you thinking of when you came?
She leaned closer, ran her tongue from anus to clit. Cara tasted sweet and tangy. She did it again, and slid her thumbs close to Cara’s opening.
I could get lost in doing this, she thought, before chiding herself. She ran her hands back up Cara’s thighs, pressed her legs wider.
“…twenty-nine, thirty!” Jada gasped.
Avery plunged her tongue inside of Cara, then dragged it up and over her clit. Normally, she’d be checking in with her partner and paying attention to the movements and sounds she was making. She would ask Cara what she liked, what felt good. What she didn’t like.
But Cara was still limp and unresponsive, her only sounds and movements created by Jada’s forceful chest compressions. At this distance, in addition to the puffs of air, Avery heard her ribcage creaking and her stomach sloshing.
“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” With a gasp, Avery lurched backward, lifting her hands from Cara’s skin. “Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!”
“I’ll take over compressions this time!” Grace said
“No shock advised. Resume two minutes of CPR.”
Grace started chest compressions. “Come on, Cara! One, two, three…”
As Avery slid back between Cara’s thighs, Jada asked: “The instructions mentioned, uh, nipple simulation?”
“Yes!” Avery sealed her mouth over Cara’s clit. She looked up from that position, her eyes briefly meeting Jada’s. Jada slid around to the top of Cara’s head and reached down to rub and pinch Cara’s nipples.
Avery slipped a finger inside of Cara.
Come on, don’t die.
Cara
Strong, unexpected sensations pulled her out of the black hole she’d fallen in, alone in her room.
She’d been recovering from a migraine, yes, but she felt incredibly horny. She locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and laid down on the bed. As she touched herself, she thought about Avery. They’d been dancing around each other for months, and now she shared a room connected to Avery’s. She’d been wet just thinking about their proximity.
Her chest ached, and she sucked in a few deep breaths, thinking the excitement was making her chest muscles tense. Then she’d come hard and fast, and the pain had exploded, burning down and around to her lower back and up into her jaw. She’d ridden out the orgasm and the pain until everything went dark.
Now, her eyes were open but blurry, dark shapes moving over and around her. And she felt it all, whatever was going on.
Rhythmic pressure to her chest. Her breastbone shoved down toward her heart, over and over again, creating a burning pain that spread outward from her sternum. Fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Another finger thrusting in and out of her slit. A warm, wet mouth sucking on her clit.
A mask on her face. The pumping stopped and she felt her lungs inflate with warm air. That’s when she realized she couldn’t move. The air rushed back out of her as soon as the incoming flow stopped. Another breath, and the same involuntary exhalation.
Then hands pressed to her skin and her sternum jerked downward. She heard a familiar woman’s voice say: “One, two, three…”
Grace?
The mouth between her thighs sucked hard, tongue flicking across her clit. Another finger joined the first and curled inside of her. She wanted to moan, but she couldn’t take a breath, or move her hips, or reach out to touch whomever was pleasuring her.
“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”
Chest compressions?
The pumping motion hurt her. The pain was sharp and burning, and she could feel the structure of her ribcage flex and pop with each thrust. The force sent air out from between her lips and forced her stomach to ripple and budge. She felt her limbs rock.
The compressions stopped, and there was a rush of welcome air down her throat.
Did I have a heart attack?
“Shit, is this helping?” Grace. Then the chest compressions resumed, followed by the fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples. “One, two, three…”
“If the kit comes with three injectors, then it must not be unheard of to use them,” Jada reasoned. “And we’re hopefully keeping her from being brain damaged, right?”
If Grace and Jada are talking, that means Avery is…
Cara felt the muscles inside of her quake. Avery must have felt it, because everything increased in intensity. The fingers pumped in and out of her hard, the mouth on her clit licked and sucked, and the hand on her abdomen slipped down to put light pressure on her anus.
God, not being able to moan or move…
Grace was breathing hard above her. “…thirty!”
Jada must be breathing for me, she thought, as her chest rose and fell. Is she playing with my nipples, too?
She tried to picture how this must look. Her curvy body splayed naked out on the floor. Three attractive women in business attire crouched around her. Grace’s manicured hands between her breasts. Jada’s full lips wrapping around the pocket mask valve. Avery, her lanky body stretched out on the floor, face buried between Cara’s thighs.
Her muscles pulsated again.
Avery
She felt Cara’s vaginal muscles flex around her fingers, and darted her eyes up Cara’s prone form. Grace and Jada didn’t seem to see anything different, and Cara otherwise lay limp on the floor.
I hope this is working.
Avery’s hair was damp with sweat. She removed her hands and mouth from Cara’s body and pushed herself upright, reaching up to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a tank top underneath, and as soon as she had the buttons undone, she tore off the blouse and threw it to the side. Then she reached for the lube and dildo.
“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Grace leaned back, gasping. “The AED should analyze again soon, right?”
Jada gave Cara another two breaths. “This is your last round.”
Avery quickly tore open the package and drizzled lube into her palm. She pumped the dildo into her lubricated fist to spread the lube, then rubbed the tip of the dildo around Cara’s clit. Grace was pumping Cara’s heart again, and Avery could see her stomach rippling with each compression. After a few seconds, she ran the dildo down to Cara’s opening and thrust it inside of her. She imagined that if Cara were conscious, her back would have bowed and she would have let out a loud moan.
Or so she hoped.
“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient. Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!”
Avery pushed the dildo deep inside of Cara and then leaned back. Everyone raised their hands, waiting.
Cara
Oh my God.
She laid on the floor during the AED’s analysis, her lungs burning, keenly aware of her own heart laying still in her chest. Blurry shapes moved around her, but she couldn’t see anyone clearly. Avery had left the dildo inside of her, and she could feel her own lubrication increase, oozing out from around the silicone cock.
“No shock advised. Resume CPR for two minutes.”
“Dammit, Cara!” Grace snapped.
Chest compressions resumed, followed by the dildo pumping in and out of her. She heard a click and the sound of plastic hitting the floor, and then something slammed into her thigh, stinging and painful. The hard tip pressed to her skin for ten seconds before it was removed.
“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”
Chest compressions paused, and she felt another two breaths forced into her lungs. Then, to her surprise, the mask was removed from her face, and a pair of soft lips connected with hers for a deep kiss. A warm, wet tongue prodded her own unresponsive tongue, while a hand found her left breast, capturing it as it wobbled with the force of chest compressions.
Further down, Avery splayed her hand on Cara’s lower abdomen, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit as she pumped the dildo in and out of her slit.
“…ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” Jada’s voice, counting.
“Come on, Cara,” Avery said, sounding breathless. “I know you can feel us. Make your way back.”
“…twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”
This time, her head was tipped back aggressively, and fingers pinched her nose hard. The soft lips sealed over her own mouth before a deep breath expanded her lungs. The process was repeated, and then she heard Jada call out: “One, two, three…”
A white-hot pain snapped through the center of her chest before settling just to the right of her sternum. Jada gagged, and Avery exclaimed: “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Cara wanted to scream, but she still couldn’t move. She tried to focus on the pleasure instead.
Avery shifted again between her legs, and she felt her wet tongue replace the thumb, drawing shapes across her sensitive nub. She began thrusting the dildo in and out faster, angling the tip up toward the spongy front wall.
“…eight, nine, ten, eleven…”
Cara wanted to draw panting breaths, wanted to roll her hips, wanted to spread her legs wide. Wanted to thrust up toward the dildo and Avery’s tongue. Wanted to take her own breasts in her hands and pinch her hardened nipples. But she couldn’t move, and her heart refused to beat on its own.
The hot mouth on her own gave her two more breaths, then resumed making out with her, kissing and nibbling her lips.
Arousal, pain, and fear wove through her mind and body. The fear was that they would stop, and that what was left of her vision would fade, then her mind. Then she would be dead.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
Avery shoved the dildo inside of her and then held it there with her other hand. Cara felt the pressure grow and realized Avery was working two fingers inside of her, pushing them in between the dildo and her front wall. Then she rubbed, moving the fingers in short circles. All the while, her tongue kept drawing shapes on her clit.
The pressure was tremendous. Not just between her legs, but between her breasts. Her muscles tightened of their own accord. She felt her vaginal muscles tense, then her entire pelvic floor. Her legs didn’t exactly move, but she felt tension run down the backs of her thighs and into her calves.
“…twenty-nine, thirty!”
Then she came, hard, squirting into Avery’s mouth and over her fingers, her muscles pulsating around the dildo.
Avery
“She just came!” Avery blurted in surprise. “I didn’t know she… would. Or could.”
Grace’s cheeks rounded out as she blew into Cara.
“She’s still not breathing!” Jada gasped, rocking her shoulders over her hands and resuming chest compressions. “One, two, three, four…”
Avery removed her fingers but left the dildo inside of Cara. Her hands ran up and down Cara’s round thighs, and she leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to her mons. “I… Normally, I would stop now, but…”
“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…”
Avery pushed herself up onto her knees, looking down at the scene in front of her. Cara’s eyes were closed now. Avery didn’t know what that meant, or when it had happened. Grace leaned over Cara, stroking her face and whispering something that Avery didn’t catch. Jada gave Cara forceful chest compressions, her hands thrusting down two inches into the other woman’s chest. With each thrust, her large, natural breasts quaked. Her nipples were still erect, drawing circles in the air as Jada worked. The force rolled through her body, forcing huffs of air between her lips and making her stomach ripple. Between her thighs, the dildo protruded, wet and glistening.
“…thirty!”
Grace sealed her mouth over Cara’s and gave her a deep, chest-rising breath. She followed quickly with a second, and then Jada resumed chest compressions.
“I’m going to keep at it,” Avery said. Her face flushed hot. “I don’t want to stop too soon.”
“I agree,” Grace said. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around Cara’s left nipple.
Avery leaned forward and ran her hands over Cara’s stomach as it rippled and bulged, feeling the displaced force as Jada pumped her chest. Her gaze briefly caught on the way Cara’s ribcage bobbed with each thrust, collapsing and then inflating over and over again.
She forced her eyes further down Cara’s body, to the neat triangle of hair above her clit. Grasping the end of the dildo, she started working it in and out of Cara, listening to the squelch it made and trying to match Jada’s rhythm.
The AED interrupted them. “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient! Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!”
They each leaned back, Avery making sure she wasn’t touching Cara’s legs. She scanned her way up and down Cara’s body again, her eyes lingering on the bruises and reddened skin between her breasts, then landing on the white pads and the leads running to the defibrillator.
“Shock advised! Charging. Do not touch patient!”
“That’s good, right?” Jada said. “I think that’s a good thing.”
A loud alarm pealed and an orange button on the AED started flashing. “Press the shock button. Do not touch patient! Press the shock button!”
Grace glanced around at the three of them and then reached over and pressed the button. Cara’s body tensed up and released, and the AED said: “Shock delivered. Resume CPR for two minutes.”
“Fuck!” Grace interlocked her fingers and started chest compressions. Her hands worked hard and fast, her shoulders rocking forward and down. She looked angry. “One, two, three… Wake the fuck up, Cara! Ah, six, seven eight…”
Avery removed the dildo and set it to the side before running her fingers up Cara’s slit. Soaking wet. Avery herself was wet. She wanted to straddle Cara’s leg, grind against her as she worked. Instead, shoved two fingers inside of Cara and pressed the heel of her hand hard against Cara’s clit. “Come on, Cara!”
Cara
The shock felt like someone kicked her directly in the heart. She couldn’t gasp for air. She felt her heart flop and go still for several long seconds. Then it started moving, quivering in her chest but not beating.
Fuck…
The women were all talking around her, sounding more and more desperate. She felt her lungs inflate again, and then hands back on her chest.
The dildo was withdrawn and replaced with fingers. Avery’s hand worked her hard, rubbing her from both the inside and out.
“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”
A warm, soft mouth found hers. Not Grace’s, Jada’s. Jada sucked on Cara’s bottom lip.
Oh, fuck… I’m going to come again…
“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”
Time stretched and contracted. She lost track of what happened when. Breaths and compressions, thrusting fingers. The chest compressions still hurt, but they seemed to arouse her now. The feeling of others supporting her life, giving her oxygen, circulating her blood. Giving her pleasure.
“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” The hands all withdrew.
No, fuck!
“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient! Shock advised! Charging!”
An ache ran from her lips down her throat and into her chest, then sank to her stomach and pooled between her thighs. A high-pitched alarm sounded.
“Press the shock button! Do not touch patient! Press the shock button! Do not touch patient!”
GAH! Another kick to the chest, and then the hands and lips were back on her again. Kissing her, pumping her chest, working in and out of her vagina.
The ache grew sweet.
I’m going to come!
Her heart twitched back to life. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.
Cara tried to take a breath, but her lungs didn’t respond. Jada’s lips sealed over hers and gave her what she needed just in time, before the air hunger became intolerable. Grace began pumping her chest again, unaware that Cara’s heart had started beating. Between her thighs, she felt a finger rub the ring of her anus before slipping inside.
That was enough to tip her over. This time, she sucked in a noisy breath. Her back arched and her legs shook. Chest compressions immediately halted, but Avery kept pumping her fingers in and out, letting Cara ride her orgasm to the finish.
Cara came down slowly, taking in ragged gasps of air. She wrenched her eyes open, blinked everything into focus. Avery removed her fingers and let her hands rest on Cara’s naked thighs.
Coughing, Cara gazed up at the trio of women. They each leaned in close, their heads almost touching. They were sweaty, lipstick smeared, hair mussed.
“Hey,” Avery said. She was stroking Cara’s skin in a slow, soothing pattern. “Just lay there and breathe, okay? You just went through a lot.”
Grace let out a huff of air and sagged back on her heels. “Holy shit.”
Jada crawled over to the sofa and brought back a throw pillow to put under Cara’s head.
“Just breathe,” Avery said again. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she bit her lip and ran her hand up Cara’s stomach to the sore center of her chest. “You’re going to be okay.”
Cara nodded and closed her eyes, surrendering to exhaustion. The last thing she felt was a blanket draping over her naked body, protecting her from the growing chill in the air.
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angst snippet!!
@foxannethemuffin who specifically wanted the angst lol
(and @miirohs who loves zira almost as much as i do. good luck.)
trigger warnings: graphic depiction of injury!
this is a flashback of the time zira got the first injury that lead to her chronic problems! very angsty ppl
Zira looks up at the crumbling archway of the ruined temple, “The targets are in here,” she says lowly, just loud enough for her squadmates to hear. “Her Majesty asked for a clean assassination today, understood?”
“Yes, General,” her squadmates chorus quietly.
Her Second, Rukiya, snaps her fingers and sparks dance over her skin, and she’s standing close enough that Zira can feel the heat. “You all know the drill. Quick kills and then we leave the Lazian’s to deal with the bodies. I don’t want to see yours among them.”
“Yes, Lieutenant,” the rest of them say, readying themselves.
“We’re ready, General,” Rukiya says softly. “On your move.”
Zira reaches out with her Ferrokinesis, making the mechanisms of the lock move and the doorknob turn. “Clean kills, soldiers,” she whispers, and opens the doors by manipulating the hinges.
Her squadmates pour into the abandoned temple, weapons and powers ready.
Something whistles through the air and Zira ducks. She knows the sound of a knife slicing through the air.
Jada hisses as the sleeve of her uniform rips, leaving a bloody graze on the side of her upper arm. “I’m hit,” she calls out to the team. “Icicle.”
“We found our Cryo,” Rukiya announces. “Now we just need the Pyro.”
Zira lets her ferrokinetic range extend, feeling out for the inevitable pull of buttons, zippers, and blades. Her eyes widen when she senses three separate clusters of metal instead of two.
“Rukiya,” she whispers harshly, and her Second makes the miniscule shift backwards so Zira barely has to draw a breath to be audible. “There’s a third.”
The woman frowns. “The rest have the two handled. We have the third.”
“Tell the team.”
“They’ll figure it out.”
“Fine.” Zira slinks around the corner down a corridor, stepping over a chunk of stone from a broken section of the wall, drawing daggers from one of the little pouches on her suit. She chances a look up, frowns at the cracks in the mosaic ceiling.
“Sense?” Rukiya asks, using code as she asks Zira to try and sense where the third person could be by finding the metal they’re wearing.
Zira blinks, pushing out her ferrokinetic awareness, and finds them. “Block one,” she answers in code too. “Right.” She tells her Second that their target is at the end of the corridor and to the right.
Rukiya takes the lead, creeping forward and looking around left and right, Zira following only a few steps behind.
Trusting Rukiya to warn her of any danger, Zira focuses on finding their target by tracking metal again, vision going a bit blurry as she devotes energy to her ferrokinesis. Her heart skips a beat in her chest when she realizes how close the other two metal signatures are. “Ruki–”
The loud whoosh of fire cuts her off as the pyrokinetic they’re looking for fires a powerful jet from his hidden position down at them.
Zira dives to the side and hopes Rukiya did the same. Before she can jump up to her feet, the sickening sound of crumbling rock makes her look up. The ceiling crumbles as a massive chunk starts to free itself.
The princess scrambles backwards, hands slipping on the dusty, smooth floor.
She can’t do anything but brace herself for agony as the hunk of ceiling falls right onto her leg. Zira can’t help the guttural scream that rips its way out of her throat as her knee shatters under the stone’s weight, vision swimming.
“We’ve got a Terra!” Rukiya shouts to the rest of the team, and Zira can do nothing but watch as she strikes. “Metal’s down!” Her Second finds the pyrokinetic and terrakinetic swiftly, their attack having given their positions away.
Without even a moment of hesitation, Rukiya, an aerokinetic, steals the air from their lungs and drives a knife through each one of their hearts. Their lungs shred themselves apart as they spasm against the blade in their chest and both targets crumple to the ground.
Rukiya turns back to Zira, calling something out to the team, and the princess gags because of the pain as her Second nears.
“General, can you hear me?” Rukiya asks.
Zira tries to answer, but all that comes out is a drawn-out, pained groan. Everything turns to blobs as her head lolls backwards, body trembling as she holds back tears and whimpers.
Rukiya’s voice is close to her ear when Zira hears it again. “General, we’re going to get you out of here.” She turns to the rest of the team, who Zira hadn’t even realized had arrived. “Owen, lift the rock. Kailune, Gilryn, help me carry the general.”
The team’s terrakinetic, Owen, lifts the chunk of ceiling with a wave of his hand.
Zira can’t hold back her whimper.
Rukiya, always composed Rukiya, swears colorfully when she sees Zira’s knee finally uncovered. “Don’t look, General,” she says hoarsely. “It’s bad, but you’re going to be okay. We’ll get you to a healer and you’ll be back on the field in no time.”
Kailune and Gilryn’s arms arms slip under her shoulders and thighs, lifting her up gently.
Zira screams again, but it’s cut off because Rukiya takes the air out of her lungs for a moment, quickly giving it back before she could actually start suffocating. Zira’s head falls forward, neck muscles giving out as her body spasms with agony.
She can’t close her eyes in time, and the sight of her ruined mess of a knee nearly makes her stomach heave so hard she convulses.
Rukiya’s hand, still stained with the terrakinetic’s and pyrokinetic’s blood, comes up to cover Zira’s eyes gently. “I told you not to look, general.”
Zira’s voice is rough from her screams and shaky from her nausea when she speaks. “Rukiya, it’s bad. It’s really, really bad.” She gags and grits her teeth as Kailune and Gilryn take a step to the side. “The queen–” she whimpers when the people holding her move again. “The queen will–”
“The queen will give you time to heal.”
Kailune and Gilryn lower her back down onto the ground and Zira bites down on her tongue so hard it bleeds.
“General?” Rukiya starts gently, and Zira hates the sound of pity. “Do I have permission to knock you out? Just for your own sake.”
Reluctantly, Zira nods.
Nodding once, Rukiya snaps her fingers and Zira feels her lungs empty.
The princess tries to keep her body still, but as her head grows fuzzy, she succumbs to her biological instincts and panics. Zira thrashes violently, and only Kailune and Gilryn’s steady hands keep her from ruining her knee more with her wild movements.
“Sleep, General,” Rukiya urges softly as Zira’s spasms grow weaker. “Sleep.”
Again, she succumbs to her biology, and passes out.
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ofc, more happens in the chapter after this, but I haven't finished it, so yall are just getting this flashback for now :]
hope you liked it!
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i just know if frozen pines was a tv show or a movie the lighting would be going hard as FUCK in that most recent post. incredible work as always <3
omg thank you!!! 💖 i wish i could have done more!! i wanted the outside air to look really cold (i mean, they're inside a fridge) while the exchange of energy (the death visions) are red hot. i wish i could have shown sparks where they touch, because they've literally created their own electric circuit. which, not to get off topic, but i use the same logic for why touching ghosts carries the amount of power that it does. all humans are made of electricity, and, for the purposes of this story, that energy doesn't cease to exist just because we die. it might disperse into the atmosphere, it might move somewhere else, or it might get even more intense and unstable. these ghosts are just burning hotter and hotter with unchecked energy until eventually they burn out (except in finn's case, he's learned how to control himself more than the average ghost).
in THIS case, it's like alisa is a live wire – she's the one whose power directly stems from physical touch; she's the one carrying the highest voltage. jada is like the neutral wire which poses a much lower threat in its natural state, but if you put them together, they'll burn hot and.. you know... potentially become deadly :/ the metaphor doesn't hold up 100% but these basic ideas are what i've built jada, asa, alisa, finn's, etc. abilities on!
this is the vibe i'm talking about but it looked too silly when i tried to recreate it
#if this was a tv show that scene would definitelyyy need a flash warning#druidgroves#asks#nonsims#brandi answers
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I'm still in my abimel feels and wondering how the hell mel/ruby lasted as long as it did when it was the stalest, least convincing romance (f/f and f/m) in the entire series. mel/niko (sweet), mel/jada (so cool), and mel/kat (if only it hadn't been handled so strangely) were all better.
like, you literally could NOT see the happiness and love mel/ruby kept prattling on about.
and, of course, abimel was fire from the moment they first interacted. immediate spark. I'll have to settle for believing that it would have happened had there been a season 5.
#honestly all I needed was a s5 with poppy back and pulling the moves on mel and mel slowly coming to terms with the fact that yeah#she has feelings for that treacherous backstabbing demon spawn 😭#abimel
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✧ ˚ · –– YOU READY TO MAKE IT CRYSTAL CLEAR?
the spooky season might be coming up, but the members of rock bottom seem to have the sparks flying all around like cupid's got his arrow aimed right at them!
if you've been feeling the sting of love lately, let it be known you're not the only one...
miss lucy dacus is never beating the being in love with [her] best friend allegations on one miss julien baker's birthday after allegedly having to medicate to get through. it seems as though she wants anyone who isn't the three of them (perhaps the three members of boygenius?) to fuck off and might want to spend time with her best friend aka her home's "face in [lucy's] neck, feeling [their] breath keep[ing] [lucy] grounded" by this ellusive j... could it perhaps be nodding to one julien baker whose birthday was had recently? we think so... but feel free to let us know otherwise, miss dacus!
speaking of sad girls with impeccable vocals from the south, hayley williams has been a bit more blunt about her feelings as of late. it's as simple as her boldly stating "i miss my best friend" just two days ago, with an associated gif presenting her and former alleged flame miss taylor swift noting that it was indeed miss williams that "tore them apart". it appears both tennessee-bred darlings are reminiscing upon their days together, back when head banging dissolved into giggling and kissing, back when all one-another could think about was pretty red lips. unfortunately, it appears both stars think little of their ability to come back together, with doubt rising at every corner. miss swift has stated she wonders if she's now a stranger to the pop punk redhead after spending the night following this year's mtv video music awards in her estranged lover's arms. keep us updated, ladies.
when it comes to pining, it seems as though parker cannon has a certain sweet jada jones looking like the definition of it. in case we need a quick refresher on what pining means: a strong sense of longing or yearning or...posting what if it doesn't end well by chloe moriondo with no other context. we hear you, girl. that one absolutely speaks for itself. i mean, with a line like "another year being your best friend/feels like you always knew me" and then just a little later on, "would you still stay?/what if i fuck it up like i always do?" we can't help but wonder what kind of hoops parker's making he jump through to win his affection. what we do know is that it seems like he often leaves her feeling stupid. when's your not-yet-man gonna finally dedicate to actually being your man, jj?
the summer i turned pretty star christopher briney laid it out for us pretty plainly just yesterday with a gifset from normal people. hey, can we take a second to talk about how heartwrenching that show is? it seems like we're not the only ones marianne and connell have by the neck. the gifset is simple, just the scene in the show where the two main lovers are in the kitchen discussing who connell thinks his best friend is. marianne wonders if it's someone from his friend group and he tells her, quite confidently, that it's her. the gifset ends there, but if you've seen the show a million times like we have, you know that connell gets up to kiss marianne immediately after. it's not tagged for anyone in particular, but if we had to guess? we're linking it to madison beer, who's sweet (but vague) posts about love seem to line up with his.
on the opposite end of the spectrum, while some friends are falling in love, we hear some others might be falling apart. reports say lucy dacus has ended things with a close friend, perhaps a member of a closely linked band who also smooch on stage from time to time, who has feelings for her that she does not reciprocate. in fact, in her words, she says she will never reciprocate. so she’s opted to cut off the friendship entirely. ouch. that one’s a punch to the gut if we’ve ever heard one, pals. based on what we’ve heard, could this perhaps be because lucy’s a little too busy being head over heels for her littlest of bandmates who may or may not be a little stuck thinking about a certain fellow 5 foot nothing ex of hers whom she used to call home and she believes deserves the moon and the stars and hangs up flowers that she bought for this former partner who now has heartburn seeing jb’s name? only time will tell.
tune in later this week for more details on everything going on in the rock bottom sphere, tensions are high as cuffing season comes 'round, exes are pining and situationships are... situationship-ping... give us all the details via your sideblogs, lovelies.
spooky month's just getting started and no one is safe.
xx 👾
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@cairo-top-tours
the most amazing anciant stories only in egypt
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tagged by @mickeysjones i love these games
rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶 (i’m gonna do a bonus and put a next gen person with each song)
1. Brother by Kodaline (this song is every friend group in next gen. But I will say specifically HD and Roman)
2. Chronically Cautious by Braden Bales (I’m picking him early here but oh well, Owen)
3. Spark by Ed Sheeran (this song is firequeen)
4. You’re on Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift (...... but it is Eliza sooo)
5. Eyes Closed by Ed Sheeran ( oooh pain so we’re gonna give this one to Q)
6. Vega by Ed Sheeran *in my defense his album just came out* (look i don’t want to give this to any next gen i don’t wanna give them this kind of angst... we’re gonna be mean though and give it to Jada)
7. Trouble by P!nk (this song is Mia and Joss)
8. If We Were Vampires by Noah Kahn (not fair I already used firequeen... so let’s go with an og gen couple Olicity, or the one Nikki said which is Lion)
9. Maroon by Taylor Swift (I’m gonna say Cami and Owen, it fits so well)
10. i miss you, i’m sorry by Gracie Abrams ( this one is gonna be mean and sad but I’m gonna pick Aidan and Shay)
I tag anyone who wants to share 10 songs.
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I made a small little Vandergerd Drabble, which I’m considering making into a longer story. Its inspired by a carnival au I found so I decided to make this
Everyone knows what goes down at the carnival. Circus freaks in tents showing off; untamed lions ready to bite a single person's head off; cotton candy scents filling the whole area, tickling people's taste buds.
Vivian Vanderpuss had never been to a carnival before, but all of her friends had. The whole 'convincing Vivian to go' plan was all part of Gisele and Jada's idea, wanting Viv to experience the freak show experience finally. No one really knew why Kimmy and Fiercde were here, but no one cared as they brought the entertainment. As soon as they stepped inside the guarded oddity, the whiff of cotton candy and caramel popcorn filled their nostrils, and sounds of cheers filled the air, which could only be coming from the big tent in the center of the ground.
Irma Gerd found themself working at the carnival around 5 years ago. They needed a job, and this one seemed to draw their attention, so they went for it and got an interview soon after. Irma felt at home here; they got to meet new people, see new adventures, and discover more about themself as the days went by. Irma loved this place; would not switch it for anything else.
One windy day, Vivian found herself wandering through the carnival herself (her friends had plans, so she had to travel alone) when she heard grunts coming from ahead. Soon, the young clown came into view as Vivian and Irma clashed, knocking each other to the ground. Vivian's instinct kicked in, instantly apologizing while Irma's telling her not to. Viv couldn't help; she was selfless, always thought of others before herself; always focused on everyone but herself. She needed to be reminded by friends to do stuff for herself, and everyone else could fix their problems themself.
When the both of them happened to stand up, they felt a spark; and a small bond inside them trying to tell them something about the friendship. The shorter girl finally spoke, "I'm so sorry about that, I should have been watching where I was going." The second girl then opened her mouth, "You don't need to worry ma'am, it's not your fault. I'm Vivian Vanderpuss, what's your name?" A quick reply came from the green-haired girl, "Irma. Irma Gerd."
Something about Vivian's voice made Irma melt inside, but they didn't know what it was. It might have been her tone, or her presence and how she loosened up as they started to speak to each other. Vivian felt the same about Irma, maybe even more. The clown realized they had to rush out and get to the tent, but they didn't want to leave Vivian standing there. Vivian swore she'll be fine and promised to go watch Irma when she performs, and that's what she did. Exactly what she did. The crowd went wild as the circus group stepped onto the floor, but Vivian only looked for one person. The green-haired sweetheart she met earlier. Their eyes met each other halfway, and a light pink rose to Viv's cheeks, as she couldn't help the burning passion inside her heart. She wanted Irma, and she was sure Irma wanted her.
After the show, Vivian waited for Irma behind the tent, where all the performers exit. Performers came out, but there was still no sign of Irma until there was. As soon as the girls found each other, they ran into each other's arms, feeling safe and protected from the world.
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Media reports about Dana white slapping his wife: I’m silent
media after slapgate and will smith:
I’m traumatized this is traumatic pornography
Shame on the media for not covering this disturbing incident and being so loud on their silence that we have to post it multiple times to demand more coverage about it as much as they were loud about the Oscars slap which by now we are overtired of hearing about rn! 😡
fquck the media! Racist biiiches fquck them and Dana white privilege
I’ll take a man slapping the crap out of someone who was talking reckless about his wife (though I think he could have handled it differently but then again Chris shouldn’t be talking reckless about jada either so make of that if you will) over someone being an abuser especially a woman beater any day and twice on Sunday . The media finna burn
Hey every celebrity who was so “traumatized” by slapgate: if slapgate was traumatic to you is this incident the definition of “traumatic pornography” to you ? Y’all “traumatized” people need to get over slapgate because there’s people who been through worse traumatic events than your “trauma” over a literal slap in the face . I sure enough hate to see the reaction if someone slaps you in the face. But then again I couldn’t care less .
Black Twitter Calls Out Scarce Media Coverage Of Dana White Slapping His Wife Compared To Will Smith
Coincidence?
Dana White speaks to the media on Jan. 11, 2023, for the first time since he was caught slapping his wife on New Year’s Eve. | Source: Icon Sportswire / Getty
Perhaps, by now, you’ve seen the video circulating on social media that shows UFC president Dana White slapping his wife on New Year’s Eve at a nightclub in Mexico. Or perhaps you haven’t. Or maybe you had to Google it because it hasn’t exactly been the subject of a weeks-long media frenzy the way similar events have been for celebrities that don’t possess the complexation for protection.
Anyway, if you haven’t seen the video yet, here it is:
Now, some people will note that White’s wife slapped him first. Those people will probably also ignore the fact that White, who is at least twice her size, was excessive in his response to what was a relatively a light tap on the cheek.
The funny thing is even White doesn’t appear to think his actions are defendable.
“One thing I do want to clarify in this thing that I didn’t talk about on TMZ, because I didn’t expect it or I didn’t see it coming, is the people that are defending me,” White said, ESPN reported. “There’s never an excuse. There’s no defense for this, and people should not be defending me, no matter what. All the criticism I’ve received this week is 100% warranted.”
Of course, it probably doesn’t help that he practically boasted about the fact that he won’t be punished for any of it outside of the court of public opinion.
From ESPN:
White said that internal discussions regarding the incident have taken place, including with ESPN, and that he has already been dealing — and will continue to deal with — his “punishment” from the incident.
“What should the repercussions be?” White said. “I take 30 days off? How does that hurt me? I told you guys as we were going through [the COVID-19 pandemic], COVID could last 10 years, and I could sit it out. It’s much like COVID, actually. Me leaving hurts the company. Hurts my employees. Hurts the fighters. Doesn’t hurt me. I could’ve left in 2016 [when the company was acquired by Endeavor]. Do I need to reflect? I’ve been against this. I’ve owned this. I’m telling you that I’m wrong.
“Here’s my punishment: I have to walk around for however long I live — and this is how I’m labeled now. My other punishment is that I’m sure a lot of people — whether it be media, fighters, friends, acquaintances — who had respect for me might not have respect for me now. There’s a lot of things I have to deal with the rest of my life that’s way more of a punishment than, what, I take a 30-day or 60-day absence?”
White did not outline any changes to UFC policy regarding its athletes and domestic violence, which has varied on a case-by-case basis. White has stated in the past, “You don’t bounce back from putting your hands on a woman,” and he said Wednesday that that is still the case.
“You don’t bounce back from this,” White said. “For the rest of my life, people will label me that. I did it.”
Yeeeeah, I’m pretty sure White is ignoring how short public attention spans are, especially for a story that hasn’t even gotten a fraction of the constant coverage Will Smith got for slapping Chris Rock—a thing Black Twitter had no issue pointing out.
Now, granted, Smith is much more of a household name than White will ever be, and the Oscars stage is certainly much more noteworthy than some random club in Mexico. Still, the coverage of Will’s slap seemed like it would never end, and it appears people are still waiting for wide coverage on White to begin.
Also, where are all the “traumatized” celebrities that immediately hopped on their soapboxes to condemn Smith? Why isn’t Rosie O’Donnell erroneously comparing Dana White to Donald Trump right now?
Hell, the media, as well as all these outspoken celebs, could at least have the same smoke for White as they did for Kyrie Irving.
As far as many of us are concerned, “White” is Dana’s middle name and his last name is “Privilege.”
That’s about all I have to say about that.
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