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hanasnx · 1 year

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MINORS DNI 18+

he’d have a lot of videos like owen gray that’s very female centered cos thats just how he is tbh he’d make it so fun for you

like i know its just a job to him and its just acting, but imagine him being delighted on being able to work with you like he’s seen your profile and he loved it. went crazy for it, probably had a phase of watching you and to hear youre interested in working with him?? he’s never felt such excitement

loves the sound of your moans, the look of your body, your style of how you treat your co-stars and all your signature moves. how you commonly do titjobs and face fucks. how you squirt.

he’d be torn on whether or not to tell you those secrets of his. he wouldn’t want you to think he’s trying to take advantage of you. this is just a job after all, and he expects you to treat it as such. however, his feelings on it might be compromised..

you, like him, are secretly enthused to fuck him on camera. yea porn is just for show, but you know it’s gonna be fun to play pretend with him. you wonder what the scenario will be, or if your producer will let you have free reign. anakin skywalker’s famous amongst men and women in both fucking them on screen and in audience demographic. you aren’t as popular as him. but you’ve heard amazing things about him. not only is he, as expected, a wonderful and respectful coworker. but he’s thoughtful, and makes the sex worthwhile. you can hardly contain yourself

you don’t get a chance to meet up before the day of shooting but you get to have a chat while everything’s getting prepared on set the outfit you chose was particularly revealing. you’d get put through costuming anyway, but you wanted to see him look at you. and look at you, he does. generously eyeing you up. “damn, am i excited to fuck you today.” the compliment would’ve fallen through if it were any other person saying it, but the man who towered over you had your body in a frenzy of thrill. you smile, bashfully, “could say the same about you.” it’s rare someone has this kind of effect on you. especially for a job of all things.

you’ve never met him in person, and he’s overwhelming to say the least. his fit body translates his discipline and commitment to himself, not just for his profession but for his own personal goals. it speaks highly of him. not to mention his uncanny ability to calm your nerves with his conversation techniques. well, maybe they weren’t techniques per say, but more so he surprises you with how grounded he is. blue eyes you get lost in. kept golden brown hair in perfectly messy curls. that famed scar running from just over his brow to his high cheekbone. there’s something godly about him. divinely beautiful, as if otherworldly. you’ve fit twelve inch dildos into your ass for a video, but that paled in comparison to the challenge of speaking with anakin skywalker. you’ve seen his cock too. long, thick, and hard. watching it roll eyes into the backs of heads; mercilessly fuck various holes until it’s shooting hot spurts of milky finish inside or all over; you’ve witnessed girls fight in threesomes— or foursomes… or more— just to have a chance for his cum to paint their faces. the urge to glance down at his pants for a glimpse of his outline is a demon you fight tooth and nail to conquer. it daunts you.

“have to admit, i was excited to work with you, i’ve admired your work.” “so you’re saying you’ve rubbed one out to me, right?” he stifles his snicker, having been caught off guard by your joke. “is it that obvious?” “haven’t met a man who hasn’t.” your presumptious comment was bold and his flesh hand comes up to pinch your cheek gently. your eyes widen at the brief contact, as if he’s already so familiar with you. “‘course you haven’t.” yet another compliment that heats your face. bowing your head to conceal it.

“so, c’mon i gotta know. since my secret’s out, you ever…” he lets you finish the sentence, raising his brows and juts his chin, pressing his lips together (since you two are already on the subject, and you’re responding to his advances well, he wants to see how far you’ll go). “oh, to you?” a smile tugs the corners of your mouth, finding his forward question endearing. he bites his bottom lip, stifling a flirty grin of his own as he nods. like you’ve known him forever, you playfully shove at his arm. (your mind idles at how thick and strong it felt the second you touched it, but you move on quickly). you make a big show of rolling your eyes with a sigh. “i guess since we’re confessing… yeah, i have.” his gaze darkens. to think, the two of you have jerked off to the other before. and here, a golden opportunity has fallen into your laps. he’s already decided to give you the ride of a lifetime, immortalized in a dirty video.

“anakin, anakin! oh, oh god…” there’s nothing like hearing his name roll off a woman’s tongue while his is buried deep inside of her. you writhe, but he’s overpowering, his hands splayed underneath your ass to lift your core to his ravenous mouth. to shut you up, his metal digits plunge into your open trap, and you welcome them, sucking faithfully. “yeah, that’s a good girl. knew you were a good girl.” his breathless words wash over your folds, and his tongue flattens to wiggle your clit side-to-side. a noise of yours is quieted by his fingertips toying with your tongue. he straightens to his full height as you remain laid out on the counter— neglecting your pussy. he dwarfs you, and when his hand slips out from under you, it fists his cock. angry, purple, and straining, no doubt searching for relief only found in your mouth or your cunt. to your disbelief, he opts for a different approach. “you want this, baby? is this what you want?” the member drums against your folds, and you can only furiously nod. he yanks his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to you and breaking over your naked body, adding another layer of fluid to your skin. he doesn’t grant you his notorious cock just yet, prying open your pussy lips to stick his metal digits inside and finger you ruthlessly. it’s pain mixed with pleasure, and he pets that spot inside you that he knows’ll yield a most prized result. “fuck! you’re gonna make me— oh, fuck, daddy—“ you’re whining, on the verge of tears over how he makes you feel. even something as simple as his fingers are huge inside of you, and the way he curls them is very telling as to how much he really studied you on-screen. “yeah, i know a slut like you squirts. i fucking love it, baby, give it to me.” you can’t control the sounds spilling from you as your pussy sprays around his hand, soaking his abdomen so it runs down his pubes and legs. “yes! oh, yes, princess. that’s it. daddy’s so proud of you,” squirting takes so much out of you, especially because he doesn’t give up after that, pulling more and more from you as you struggle to keep up. you look exhausted already, but he’s not done. “you want a reward? i’ve got a big, fat one right here for you, sweet girl.” his statement emphasized by his dick bullying it’s way into your cunt.

he edges himself using you, and he’s got you crying from overstimulation. having put you in a million different positions, you’re his little fucktoy. your makeup staining your cheeks, sheen of salty sweat on your body. and when he slides you down onto your knees, you’re so cock drunk you obey him. “since you like my videos so much you know how much i like to finish on faces. you’re gonna suck me off ‘til i get there.” you swallow at his words, mouth watering at the thought of pleasuring him, making up for all he’s given you. “i wanna hear you say it, angel. you want my cock in your mouth, right? want me to fuck your face?” he has such a vulgar way of saying things, it put you in a trance. “c’mon, daddy,” you grab at him, fixing yourself up so you reach for him. “give it, i want it. please—?” he pinches your jaw hard, opening your mouth for you as he shoves his cock in. so deep you gag already, and he strokes the top of your head. “aw, can’t handle it? thought you called yourself whore. you didn’t mind all the other things i did to you.” fake sympathy, another signature move of his you undeniably fancied. in order to save yourself from gagging again, you push back. his response is to tame you. he palms the back of your head and forces you forward, picking up his cock so he can shove your face into the underside of it. your nose digging into the soft flesh of his balls. you lap at them, suck them into your mouth, looking up at him past his leaking cock that he leisurely jacks off. “that’s it, baby, you know just what i like…” he smiles down at you from the sight of how pretty you look on your knees. how you’ve picked up his preferences through his videos you’ve watched. when you release them, eagerly licking the underside of them, he starts rubbing them all over you. fluids making it easy to glide them across your face as you readily accept them, moving accordingly. practically nuzzling them because o your need of his approval. he loves it, and loves it even more when you take his cock back in your mouth and let him face fuck you for real this time. as he promised, he does finish all over your face. thick cum dripping down your eyes and nose, dribbling onto your hanging tongue. his hand spreads it around and pats your cheek. congratulating you for a job well done.

after the cameras cut, he assists with the clean up. warm towel cleaning up his mess from your face so you could see. it was more or less apologetic. however, a little towel wouldn’t cut it. you’re excited to go home and shower and get into bed. however, something about anakin skywalker… he has the power to make you do whatever he wants.

“you know, i wouldn’t mind filming a little something of our own at my place. tonight, if you’re free.”

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pensat-i-fet · 9 months

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Too good for you (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Welcome to an imagine that wasn’t requested but that was inspired by one of my dreams (but then I really only kept a tiny detail from the dream). This is a bit spicy, a bit angsty, also slightly toxic and everyone (but Kepa, who has a little cameo because the one in my dream was Juan Mata and how random is that?) is an asshole. But I think it’s fun! It was one of those where I let the story go where it wanted to go. I didn’t choose any of this. The story chose its own path and that’s cute. Enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 4030

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Another day, another photoshoot. But this one was pretty special. You had worked for Armani before, walking their show and doing some catalogue work for them. But this time it was a campaign they wanted you to be a part of and that was huge for your career. And the paycheck was going to be pretty decent too.

Also, you were shooting with a football player so you knew that your work was going to get a lot more exposure because of his presence. And it was a player you actually knew, which could make the shoot pretty interesting. Whether it’d be in a good or a bad way was to be determined.

"Come here for a sec so we can double-check it all fits nicely".

"Sure", you said, following the stylist. "Is the player here already?"

She looked at you with a knowing look. "No, he's a bit late. Traffic is pretty bad".

"Cool. We'll wait then".

Fittings were done quickly and so you moved to hair and makeup. The look was pretty natural so that was done quickly but with it being an underwear shoot, the makeup artists had to make sure to apply makeup all over your body. And it was while they did it that Rúben showed up.

"Hello everyone, sorry I'm late".

His voice made you look up from your phone. Rúben looked you up and down and for a second you felt a bit self-conscious standing in front of him, and a crew of 20 people, in just a thong and a bra. As if he hadn't seen you in less.

While he was getting ready for the shoot, you put on a robe and sat down next to him.

"I thought you wouldn't make it".

"Bad traffic. I wish I had gotten here early. I might have volunteered to do your body makeup".

"Of course you would have".

"Do you want to do mine?", he whispered.

"I want to be home before midnight so hurry up".

"By home, you mean your place or mine?"

Rolling your eyes, you got up to check if there was something nice you could eat. Catering at these shoots was usually pretty good if you got to the table before all the good food was taken and only the dry carrot sticks were left.

"You didn't tell me you knew him", said your agent.

"I don't know him. I know what's in his jeans. It's different".

"Is it going to be an issue?"

"Why should it be?"

"I don't want you to mess up this big opportunity. Who knows how your career could develop after this".

Yeah, and you want the commission that comes from big-money jobs like this one.

"I won't mess up".

"How did you even meet him? I thought your friend played for Chelsea".

"At a party. It doesn't matter".

Yes, your friend played for Chelsea. But he had nothing to do with you meeting Rúben. As you said, that happened at a party. You didn't even recognise him at first. You just noticed a hot guy approaching your friend group and decided to start dancing with him before Gina, who had been staring at him all night, could do it first. Your friend group also consisted of people you didn't like that much. It was a fashion industry thing.

"Do I look good?"

Rúben was now next to you, wearing the underwear picked for the first few photos you needed to take. And yeah, he looked alright.

"As if you need me to tell you how good you look. You already tell yourself every morning when you look in the mirror".

"Is being confident a sin?"

"No", you said, getting closer to him. "Being arrogant is".

"Then we're both sinners".

"Sinning can be fun".

"It's fun when I do it with you".

That last sentence was whispered in your ear and you had to try hard not to blush. So you left him to go get changed into your first outfit.

"Wow! You don't need me to tell you how good you look either but I will".

You turned your hips slightly, letting him see how good you really looked while you pretended to adjust your panties with one of your hands, making sure Rúben's eyes followed your movements. "I mean, anything is an improvement from the skin colour thong I had to wear for fittings and hair and make-up. Least sexy piece of underwear you'll ever see. This", you said, pointing at your current outfit, "is a lot better, right?"

The way Rúben stared at you gave you all the answers you needed. "Believe me, seeing you in your underwear is always a pleasure. No matter the colour or design. But this…", he was now touching the little piece of lace that adorned the sides of the panties you were wearing. "Can you keep the clothes you wear at shoots?"

"Not usually but I think with underwear is different so maybe I get lucky".

"I'm feeling very lucky at the moment", he muttered, still staring at the fabric he had touched.

The photographer interrupted the moment, asking you to actually do your job. How inconvenient. And so you and Rúben moved to the shooting area and listened to the ideas the photographer had for the shoot.

You had actually been excited to shoot with Rúben. First, because you thought his look complimented yours really well. Sometimes you were paired with male models that looked so odd next to you but you and Rúben looked great together. Then there was the fact that you already knew him, which meant you were a bit more comfortable doing a more intimate shoot like this one. And of course, you wanted to see him. He mentioned you texting him if you visited Manchester but you had been travelling a lot and didn't get to see him in person ever since that party in Lisbon.

You also expected your chemistry to be good. At the party, you two connected immediately and felt incredibly comfortable in each other's company the whole night. So this should have been the same. But Rúben seemed to be struggling a bit.

"What's wrong?", you asked him during a small break.

"Well, it's a bit challenging to be this close to you while you wear almost nothing, you know?"

"Control the hormones, Dias. You're acting like a horny 15-year-old. Though I guess men never get over that stage. At least not mentally".

The pieces from the collection were stunning but a few were very impractical. Putting them on felt like you were doing a puzzle. And you could only imagine how difficult it would be to take them off, especially in specific situations where you'd be in a hurry to get rid of the underwear. But they did look good.

"Can somebody help me?", you called and heard the curtain move just seconds later.

You didn't even turn, used to random people helping in those situations. "I can help with that".

"Rúben, you shouldn't…".

"Shh".

You could feel his finger untangling the straps and doing the clasps. But before you could turn to face him, he bent down to kiss the side of your neck. When his hands went to your hips, you forgot for a second where you were and just leaned back into his touch. But a noise made by the crew startled you and you separated from Rúben quickly.

"We're working. We can't…".

But he wasn't listening anymore. He just grabbed your face so he could kiss you and you barely allowed him to touch your lips.

"My makeup. How am I going to explain it being smudged?"

"Are you wearing any?"

"Are you serious? Of course I am".

He leaned forward, impossibly close to you, and stared at your eyes. It was hard to keep eye contact but you managed. He then moved to your lips and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I can see a bit of product there. But it can be reapplied, right?"

"Stop it", you said, pushing him away from you and leaving the changing area.

Yeah, you could understand now what he meant by the shoot being challenging. But you were professional and a couple of hours later, you heard the magical words it’s a wrap.

“Where are you staying?”

The voice startled you and you held onto the shirt you were buttoning up for dear life. “Rúben! You can’t come inside. I’m getting changed”.

“I just spent 3 hours with you by my side wearing the smallest underwear I’ve ever seen in my life”.

“Really? You need to go out more”.

He rolled his eyes, before staring at your bare legs. “Besides, I’ve already seen everything there was to see”.

“It doesn’t mean you can see it again”.

“Not even if I say please?”

This time, you let him get closer and kiss you. And of course, you left with him. Much better than going back to the hotel.

Back in London, you continued working non-stop. The Armani campaign was about to be released and some other brands wanted to work with you before that.

And for the second time in a month, you got to work with someone you knew well. But this time it wasn’t Rúben, but your friend Andrea.

“I love your hair”, she said the moment she saw you.

“Thanks. I had to cut it for a job but I’m really into this style”.

“Looks amazing on you”.

Catalogue shooting wasn’t the most thrilling part of being a model but it was pretty simple. And the crew you were working with was always fun to be around. So when it was time for a break, you all ordered food and chatted about everything and nothing while eating.

“Are you free this weekend?”, asked Andrea while you were getting ready to carry on shooting.

“I think so. Why?”

“Kepa has this event and I can’t go so we thought you could go with him. It’d be good for networking and all that”.

You met Kepa after working with his wife Andrea and became really good friends with both of them. It wasn’t the first time he had invited you to an event but…it was usually events that Andrea was attending too.

“I don’t know if it’s the best idea. I’ll be there as what? Your husband’s companion? What if people start to make up rumours?”

“It doesn’t have to be weird. Plus, it’s a very informal event. There might not be any press there at all and there is no need to dress up. It’ll be fine”.

“I’ll think about it”.

And that you did. Andrea kept sending you info and it really was a great opportunity to network. Also, the topic for the event sounded very interesting so you really wanted to go.

That’s how you found yourself arriving at the venue with Kepa by your side.

“Are any of your teammates attending the event too?”

“Why? Are you interested in any of them?”

“Kepa…stop. We’ve had this conversation before and no, I don’t like any of your teammates. None of them is my type”.

“You’ll break their hearts”, he laughed.

Kepa was busy talking to some people he knew so you decided to walk around saying hello to everyone. And that was when you saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

Rúben turned when he heard your voice and a big smile appeared on his face when he saw you standing in front of him.

“I was invited to the event. You?”

“I’m here with my friend”.

The word friend made him frown. “Another model?”

“No. Actually, another footballer”.

Rúben started to look around until his eyes fell on Kepa, the only other player that was currently there. “Him?”

“Yes, he’s my friend. Any problems?”

“You can do better than him”.

You laughed, not believing what you were hearing. “He’s married to my friend. We’re just friends, you idiot”.

“Is she here too?”

“No, she’s busy today. That’s why I’m here”.

“Big boy Kepa can’t go to places alone? Does he need you to babysit him?”

“Have you always been an asshole or am I just noticing? Don’t speak like that about my friend”.

Spotting Kepa, you left Rúben standing alone, staring at you while you walked towards your friend. His eyes never stopped following you around the venue and you could tell. But you avoided him.

Rúben kept trying to get your attention but you pretended not to notice and it was driving him insane. So when it was just you and Kepa standing next to the food, he decided to go introduce himself.

“Hey there, mate. Nice seeing you here”.

Kepa stared at him. They had never interacted outside of the pitch. “Sure. This is my friend…”.

“I know who she is”.

Kepa looked at you, frowning. So you had to clarify the situation for him. “Rúben and I did a shoot together recently. You’ll see it soon”.

“Right”, laughed Kepa. “Well, good to see you too. We gotta go…”.

“Maybe we could chat for a second”, he said, looking at you.

“Maybe I want to go with Kepa instead of chatting”.

Kepa kept looking from you to Rúben and then back, not understanding anything that was happening but if you wanted to leave, he was going to help you.

“She’s right. We need to leave now before my wife gets back home”.

When Rúben saw Kepa grab your hand to lead you to the door, his jealousy grew even more. “You have to make sure you finish before she gets back?”

Hearing that, Kepa let go of your hand immediately and before he had time to say anything, you had already slapped Rúben’s face.

“Don’t you ever insinuate something like that about me”.

Kepa had two options. Following you or copying your actions and slapping Rúben too. But even if he would have loved to do the same as you, he chose to follow you since people were getting closer to see what was going on. And his team had enough dramas to worry about.

"What was that about?"

"I would like to know too".

"Did he bother you at that shoot? You could complain to the brand or something. And if he's harassing you…".

"Kepa, I appreciate you worrying but it's nothing like that. I…I met him at a party a while ago and we hooked up. And then we met at the shoot and hooked up again. But I don't know, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend or something. And saying that about us…who does he think he is?"

"You were right to slap him. I wish I could have done the same".

You shook your head. You weren't an aggressive person. Actually, you avoided conflicts as much as you could. But hearing Rúben say that was too much. You couldn't not react.

Kepa invited you to stay over for dinner and you were a bit wary to say yes until you saw Andrea was back. She was fuming when she heard what had happened.

"Well, the good thing is you don't have to see him again".

"Actually…", her words made you realise you had to see Rúben again. Very soon. "We need to do an event to promote the campaign. I can't say no, Andrea. It's the biggest job I've ever done".

"You have to go", said Kepa. "Don't let him affect your career. Just pose with him for the red carpet or whatever and then you can stay away from him".

"Yeah, I'll do that".

But it was easier said than done.

Rúben had tried his hardest to apologize. He didn't even know what got into him to talk to you like that. Well, he knew. Jealousy. But what right did he have to be jealous?

Still, he apologized on social media and even sent flowers to your agency. But got no response from you.

"This is what he'll wear", said the stylist, bringing the suit Rúben would wear to the event. "So we have to pick something that goes well with it".

You tried ten different outfits and none pleased the Armani team. But then you spotted a little black dress that no one had looked at.

"Can't go wrong with an LBD, right?"

They turned to see you holding the dress and one of the stylists shrugged. "Might as well see how it looks on. With those long legs of yours, it should look fine".

So you tried it on and it fit like a glove. The exposed back and the length gave it the sexy touch the brand wanted. You were promoting underwear not coats. But the front was more conservative, so it was sexy but still classy.

They paired it with some black heels and someone put your hair up in a messy bun to see how the neckline looked. You looked absolutely perfect. And you couldn't help but smirk thinking how it was going to drive Rúben insane.

But the first person you saw at the event wasn't Rúben, it was Gina.

"Hiii! Oh my God, you look gorg!"

Her smile was so fake, you feared she would get a migraine from the pressure on her jaw.

"I know".

"And you got to work with that hottie you slept with that one time. Where is he? Still single, I guess".

"I guess. But he told me he doesn't like obnoxious blondes so maybe don't waste your time".

"You're always such a bitch!"

"Not always, Gina. You just bring out the worst in me. Such a talent!"

Everyone was getting ready for the red carpet and it was then that you finally saw Rúben. He stood next to you but didn't even acknowledge you. Was he for real?

Once on the red carpet, he turned quickly to look at you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Your bare back. It was easier for you to just smile at the camera even if you didn't feel like it but he managed to do it as well.

You kept turning to show your outfit, placing your hands on his arms, shoulders or even chest.

"Stop moving", he whispered. His hand never leaving your back.

"I'm just doing my job. But nice to know the cat didn't get your tongue. Or were you just waiting to talk until you could accuse me of being a homewrecker again?"

"I messed up and I tried to apologize".

"Try harder".

The photographers thanked you and you started to walk away from the carpet, knowing Rúben was right behind you. When you turned your head to see him, you could see the way he stared at your body. He noticed you looking at him so we walked faster to catch up with you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something like that. I don't even know why I did".

"It was a very disgusting thing to say about someone you barely know".

"Again, I'm sorry. Please, let's pretend it didn't happen".

"Hi! Ruben right?", hearing Gina's voice, you closed your eyes to try to get rid of any murderous feelings.

"Yeah. Do I know you?"

She was now looking at you. "Be nice and introduce your friend".

"Who's the friend? You?"

Her fake laugh made you cringe. "She's so funny. Hi! I'm Gina".

"Rúben. Are you a model too?"

Oh God… "No silly, but do you think I could be one?"

"She's just an influencer who follows anyone with over 10k followers on Instagram around. If you slept with her, the whole country would know before you even finish".

Seeing Rúben's face made you laugh. He looked so uncomfortable.

"We gotta go, G. Everyone wants to see the stars of the event".

"You're just the accessory. He is the star".

Now she was showing her true colours. "Better than being the one that got a pity invite".

After a couple of seconds, Rúben caught up again.

"Are you going to roast me too?"

"You would deserve it as much as she does. But if you want to be told how amazing you are, Gina will be here the whole night".

"I have to be with my fellow star".

"Not your accessory?"

"I don't think you'd ever allow anyone to treat you just like an accessory".

"No one should allow anyone to treat them like that".

The whole night you had to be paraded around telling people about the collection and just hearing over and over again how great the campaign was. You knew that already. The photos were everywhere you looked and they were terrific. You knew that photographer was good but seeing the results in front of you made you realise how truly lucky you were to work with her.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes. These will be on my showcard for fashion week for sure".

"What's that? The card, I mean. I know what fashion week is".

"It's this little card with a couple of photos and my measurements. I have to take them to castings to give to the casting directors so they have all my info if they decide to hire me for the job".

"Interesting".

"You could model when you retire from football, you know?"

Rúben raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I feel ok taking my own photos but working with photographers is weird".

"They stop you from doing stupid poses so it might be weird but look at the result".

He would have said something about your insult but could just stare at your fingers drawing invisible lines over the photos. Your fingers moved along the lines his muscles created and you seemed hypnotized by what you were doing.

He leaned towards you so he could whisper in your ear. "You know you can touch the real me too if you want to, right?"

"And yet you only get to touch me in the photos".

"You sure?"

His hand was now back on the small of your back and he could see the goosebumps caused by his touch. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder and you kept staring at the photos trying not to show a reaction to his touch. But also not moving away, craving more.

"What's your favourite photo of the campaign?", you asked, interrupting the kisses that were now getting closer to your neck. And you knew once the neck kisses started, it was game over.

Rúben looked around at all the photos. "That one".

You looked at the photo he pointed and it was one of you with your back to the camera. You were topless so your back was as exposed as it was at that moment and you couldn't stop smiling seeing the rest of the photo.

"Is it my beautiful profile you like?", you asked, copying the pose so he could see the profile twice.

"Sure. But that thong…that's the sexiest piece of lingerie I've ever seen and I've seen a few. And of course, it looks even better because it's you wearing it".

"Do you want to know a secret?", he nodded. "That's what I'm wearing tonight. They let me keep the whole collection".

"You're kidding".

"Shame you won't be able to find out if it's true or not".

You left the room but not before turning to see Rúben unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Yes, you were driving him insane. And no, he wasn't going to find out if you were telling the truth or not. Should have thought twice before pissing you off.

After that event, Rúben tried to contact you but you ignored him. So he had almost given up. That was until he had to play against Chelsea. He obviously didn't make a great first impression in front of Kepa but perhaps they could talk, man to man, and fix that. So when the match ended, Rúben tried to find him quickly to talk to him with the excuse of needing to shake his hand after the match.

"So, your friend…".

"She's too good for you, brother. And you messed up and she doesn't give second chances. Sorry".

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias angst #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer angst #footballer x y/n #footballer x reader

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Would A Trubbish Be A Good Pet?

Remember the other day when I called venomoths “living, breathing biohazards”? Well, I probably should have held onto that title for trubbishes, everyone’s favorite literal living, breathing biohazards. As much as it may sadden those who, like myself, see a little charm in these little stinky monsters, keeping a trubbish as a pet would be a truly disastrous idea.

I always thought that trubbishes were simply creatures that resembled trash bags. My dismay at discovering how wrong I was hit me about as hard as the stink of walking within twelve feet of one of these pokémon. Trubbishes are, in fact, literally trash bags which have been given life through the power of toxic industrial waste (White, Shield). Are they radioactive? Maybe. It probably depends on the individual. I can tell you this much, though: anything that has been in contact with toxic waste powerful enough to create life is not something to cuddle. Goodness gracious, please do not cuddle a trubbish!

Trubbishes feed on garbage, which on first examination may be a great thing (Black2/White2, Moon). However, much like in the case of Alolan grimers, trubbishes don’t eliminate trash without creating a dangerous byproduct: as a result of consuming garbage, trubbishes generate a toxic gas that they release into the air by belching (Black, Moon). This gas, if inhaled, is enough to send an adult into a week-long coma (Black) requiring a hospital visit (Moon). If inhaled by a young person or pokémon, however, this gas can be lethal (Ultra Moon). It is not a good idea to bring a trubbish into an enclosed, indoor space.

Sure, if you keep your trubbish outdoors and avoid breathing in this gas, you may be able to avoid being sent into a coma by spending time with your little buddy. There’s an unfortunate side effect to keeping a trubbish outdoors too: the stench of their gas attracts other poisonous and toxic pokémon. In the Alola region, trubbishes are known to attract the deadly Alolan variants of grimer and muk (Sun, Ultra Sun), while in Galar their gas attract the region’s variant of weezing (Shield). If a trubbish alone isn’t poisonous enough, they’re likely to attract other poisonous pokémon in your area right to your home. Outdoors or indoors, trubbishes are a lose-lose situation.

They may not be a particularly violent species, but trubbishes can be pretty formidable if they need to attack. They have a truly startling barrage of moves that can induce poisoning, both through physical contact with toxic materials with moves like Toxic Spikes or Gunk Shot and through the inhalation of poison gas with moves like Belch. Again, like I said, living, breathing biohazard.

Look, I know trubbishes are kinda cute, in their own trash-goblin way. They’re really friendly with humans too, as they have adapted the instinct to know that we are the best sources of their food around (Black2/White2). Unfortunately, they are simply too dangerous for anyone to keep as a pet, unless you’re willing to live your life in a hazmat suit while putting all of your neighbors at risk. All of this analysis is pretty mute though, for one reason: I think a lot of people won’t want a trubbish as a pet because they are stinky. Very stinky. You won’t be a very popular person if you share your home with a sentient trash bag.

#pokémon #pokemon #trubbish #pkmn irl #PR-:(

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 5 months

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Non BL Fan watches Only Friends

Hey. Yeah so I'm still on this. So when Only Friends ended, it left kinda of a bitter taste in my mouth. I liked a lot of things about it but by the end it really didn’t leave a good impression. There’s been a lot written about it, about expectations, and branded pairs, and how fandom may have played a role in this, and how the writing maybe because of that kinda took a turn midway through the show. And it kept bugging me that these opinions were also rooted in our understanding of this type of media, and everything that comes with it. Be it branded pairs, all the bls that came before or the industry as a whole. But I couldn't really have any perspective because I'm part of the problem. I'm too close. So, the only way for me to kinda get over this was to get someone far removed from this to watch it. And here is where my friend Neely comes in. They're not a bl watcher. The only bl they ever watched was Choco Milk Shake which I think we can all agree would not influence their viewing of Only Friends. They are however the only person who I talk to about bl, or the only person who has the patience to listen to me, whenever I’m feeling particularly annoyed about something or just wanna share a good moment. I immediately sent them the olive oil scene (with only a tiny bit of context) because it was so beautiful that I needed to scream with someone about it. So anyway, I asked them to watch the show. They knew a couple of things about it, because I complained to them about it at the time, but they has no reference for it so, I don’t think that I influenced the viewing that much. Also they're pretty unbiased about everything.

So last night they watched the first 4 episodes and I’d like to share their thoughts with everyone who like me might be curious. Because they're the best person ever, he wrote a whole text about it so I could share. Also we're almost at the end of the year and this might be the thing that finally closes this chapter for me. This is what they had to say after watching the first 4 episodes.

(I'll be adding my own thoughts in purple)

After 4 episodes, mostly I think it's really predictable plot wise for anyone who's watched a general TV western series, like a Netflix production, which I was maybe surprised. The ways to cause drama and plot advancement are very similar. Of cpurse this is me saying this based on the other BL I watched (Choco Milk Shake) which felt much more out of the expected canon.

Just to get this out of the way: they're all toxic and terrible people, to the extent I find it very hard to connect to any of them. Just in the exposure parts of ep1 there's all of them being horrible to Ray for being drunk – even though they also are? - and to top it up later on they're all drunk, and the woman (sorry I should know her name but it's not like they're giving her any storyline or screen time (aside from, I almost forgot, randomly spraining her ankle 😂) for me to remember) I thought that the fact that this was obvious to them from the beginning was very interesting because I maybe gave them more rope in the beginning to expand on her because I thought she was gonna get more later. she's even drunker it seems but they all fall on Ray only; they literally complain he wants another drink and judgementally go "ewww more drinks don't you think it's enough" and dig into his drinking, he leaves, and then they continue drinking? This got even darker to me when the suicide attempt is revealed, and from then it became really hard to consider them friends? Maybe Mew and Ray but the dynamics of that are anyway weird. This is something I myself struggled with all through the show, like how are these people even friends? and I understand the point illustrated by @bengiyo in this post but I still couldn’t get over that. And maybe that’s just the way I see friendships that these people looked even worse in my eyes. Like I cannot compute them treating Ray like that, even if they're done of his drinking, when they know where he's at emotionally. It also doesn't feel they ever tried to help him so I don't think they have the right to be done, just feels like they don't care.

Top, toxic from day one with this challenge attitude towards fucking the virgin; and the gross way he speaks about it with Boston. It's a big no from me to both of them. It's not even them hooking up for me, Top is just kinda sleazy, manipulative, hyper entitled, I do not take anything he says as truth because he just feels so double faced to me. Even just these episodes he's already shown so many cracks: hiding the hook up with Boston (which I'm beginning to feel was more than a hook up?), the whole random drug dealing thing, how he objectifies Mew like a virgin-trophy when talking to Boston, how he manipulates him and also his weird jealousy and control. Ok, this is where I admit I was completely wrong. I thought that way of seeing Top was very influenced by the promotional material and the way the crew and actors talked about the character. And yet, without any prior knowledge he immediately disliked him. I was not expecting that to be honest. And in this case maybe I just wanted the character to go in a different direction so I kept not seeing the pretty obvious red flags. I mean I saw them but tried really hard to look behind them. My bad. Although we could both agree that he’s gorgeous.

I don't like Mew, but I don't think it's the characters fault or how it's written. It's just the troupe of character writing, especially in gay shows, that I can't stand. It's kinda cancer vibes (astrology lol). A bit not necessarily overt but a general sense of holier than thou cause he's a virgin and "has standards". I don't think he's leading Ray on, I think he actually kinda communicates well he just wants friendship. He could be clearer but also this is TV, so we need slight unclearness for drama purposes lol, but I'm not mad about that. Miss communication is the bane of my existence but it apparently makes for compelling television. Or not.

But generally this hot fuck everyone guy falling for the kinda dorky virgin is so dull to me, this virgin is always this weird insert of purity, more often than not an insert where the writer in one way or another projects himself into, to be able to judge the rest of the community, the moral compass (read: normative in terms of society expectations, also kinda mildly Christian coded, like girl next door in the village), and I do always find it a bit queerphobic. I'm not saying there aren't queers like that and that they shouldn't be represented, but the very intense and obvious writing decisions to position him as this moral center (also visually he's always wearing whites and pastels? Virgin mew, Virgin Mary! Lol) that makes all the other characters, often queer, seem kinda dirty and mean and unprincipled. I have nothing to add here because I agree with them on most of this, and I also think that it was never a coincidence to have a virgin in the middle of this group, to serve as the barometer of right and wrong. Cause he's the pure one so he must know what's right. I disliked mew almost instantly when the show started, because I always thought he was just a terrible friend and that’s the greatest sin of all. A small note that I think it's hilariously dumb that he's been protecting his Virginity for all this time and so like "omg it's hard for me, omg I go slow, omg I have a check list" and then it's like "you drop coke I drop pants", virginity done lol. This was just funny and accurate.

I am not talking about Boston right now cause I hate him. And I also hate that they wrote the slut in such a cliche but I do think they did. I remember you saying something people attacking him too much and him being slut-shamed, but he's written as villain quite clearly. Lol I think he's leading mobile phone shop guy on, it's very player manipulation vibe to be always giving him just a bit more to keep him going and the promise of something more open, when we know he just wants to fuck, and especially fuck when he's butt hurt about Top and Mew. And the way he's treating Mew, terrible friend; and also the advances on Top are far from boundary and consent-based lol. But also Top doesn't feel very interested in getting out, he just weirdly stands there silent being licked in the neck, so I blame both on that whole thing. I have to say that I never really read the shower scene like others might have, like obviously Boston was being terrible to Mew in that moment and not respecting Top's boundaries, but I also didn't see Top as helpless in this moment.

I think the only pair that gets away with actually being cute and not toxic and manipulative is Sand and Ray, they're my faves. Yey!! I find them very endearing and with so much chemistry. They're the only characters who honestly genuinely said sorry to each other and had some accountability when they fucked up with each other.

Even tho I'd like a bit more from Sand about the whole "burden to society" comments at the start - they annoyed me so much. The others it's manipulation after manipulation for me, and it doesn't allow me to get into them so it feels like deep lack of chemistry. Top and Mew's relationship feels really really really meh to me. And I don't know why they're friends, also cause very little of them as friends gets shown after ep1. Well they have the school project that keeps them together but other than that really, why? As I explained above I really struggled with the friendship aspect of all this.

But generally, I feel like the editing and writing are very like Mew is amazing and the others are horrible, and we do just get scenes of everyone being shit and Mew not being great but being naive and cutesy with a hint of superiority. Also you're a virgin your not a thumb stone, give your boyfriend a kiss sometimes. I thought this comment was hilarious but also obviously from a non bl watcher because that didn’t register to me, because I’m so used to boyfriends being so shy around kissing in bl that it didn't even cross my mind.

I think I'm slightly meh by all of them but partly is maybe my expectations too - I knew this one specifically was a bit westernized, but I was nurturing this little idea that it would feel a bit different, that some of the ways things were explored would feel different because of the cultural differences, but I do think you could sub all of the actors for white us-americans and the script would fly, you could probably even set it in a progressive state in the us and wouldn't have to re-write much.

So, I might totally be talking out of my ass, but what I'm left thinking is: is there really no culturally specificity to queer community there? is really all queerness and promiscuity in Thailand this performance of the west? Maybe it is, because of different social rules and expectations and freedoms, I really am not knowledgeable enough, but I'm just wondering if it's that or if it's just being made to be more palatable to me. And I think that's fine as a choice for them to know target audience, but I'm left wondering how the actual scene is in Thailand, what the social pressures are there and how they navigate them, specifically at this nexus of queerness and promiscuity. I also don’t know enough about the culture in Thailand to speak about it but I do agree with the point that this show could be made in us tv and they really wouldn’t need to change much. Without knowing anything about the creators of ofts, aside from the fact that they’re queer, they said later that they would compare it to something that Ryan Murphy could produce.

After I read this I had a chance to video chat with them briefly , and there were a couple more things that came up that I thought were really interesting. they were asking me about the actors and how well known they were, etc. Because they thought that the characters were purposefully being shown as really flat, and just bad with no redeemable characteristics and that maybe because the fandom already knew them and already liked them, they could do that without needing to waste time making us care for them, by giving us their good sides. Which I never really considered, but as with most things, our prior knowledge might play a part in this too. I know at least for me, I'm not gonna lie, the fact that I like Khaotung definitely made me care for Ray from the start in a way that maybe I wouldn't normally have.

Anyway, they'll continue to watch it and I'll probably post more of thoughts in the future. I also started to rewatch it slowly so I'll definitely keep thinking about this. If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. 💜

#only friends the series #only friends meta #rose and neely ramble #thai bl #ofts

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so Lily Orchard made a video about Hazbin Hotel and it's kind of odd, tbh?

her coverage of the working / pay conditions basically boils down to 'animators just need to unionize' (seriously, she spends barely any time on it at all), which like, unionization would definitely help but it doesn't let Viv/Spindle off the hook for poor management in the meantime, & it's baffling to me that she implies otherwise. If Lacakdaisy and (as far as we know) other indie productions like Far-Fetched can behave professionally, why can't Spindle? (also like, absolutely zip mention of how the pilot cast were treated. nada. nothing.)

the entire hope of the indie scene was that it could grind up less animators than big studios do, & sweeping all that under the carpet is so deeply unempathetic to me. so animators being subject to poor deadlines, favoritism, unprofessional behavior, having their work literally stolen from them or going uncredited and then getting blocked when they try to correct it is no big deal, apparently? (which strikes me as funny bcause Orchard's work is so obviously inspired by The Jimquisition and Stephanie Sterling's work constantly critiques the game industry for its poor working conditions even though they also don't have unions)

a lot of the vid has this undercurrent of 'Viv has a big hatedom just for being a bi woman of colour and hatedoms are always bad and parasocial' and like - yes, I agree Internet mobs are bad. Yes, I agree people can get into a parasocial hatred of someone just as easily as parasocially loving or defending them. Yes, I agree someone who isn't straight, white or male is more likely to attract haters. And yes, I agree a lot of the criticisms of Viv are stupid.

my problem with this framing is it lumps in all criticims of Viv with the stupid ones. Again, does Lily Orchard not care about people being underpaid, overworked or uncredited? Does she expect unionizing to solve all the immediate issues people have faced with Spindle in the meantime? Also like - what Viv has done herself to feed this toxic environment goes totally unacknowledged. Viv's bad faith framing of her critics and multiple defensive threads get no mention, & Lily's video implies that only the critics of Vivzie are toxic and doesn't mention at all how bad /much worse some of her supporters are. none of the bullying and silencing attitudes from her fans get brought up; it's not like it would be hard to find when researching critiques of the show to see how even big creators like Cartoonshi were harassed into never covering it again.

I find her attitude towards the writing of HH odd, too. I understand why she doesn't like cartoons dragging their heels and stretching things out (goodness knows HB has been wheel spinning basically its entire second season and Western Energy was a complete waste of an episode), but calling HH's pacing 'breakneck' is generous. There's no time to breathe and none of the nuance or quiet moments she claims to want more of in other shows.

If the show is also about Heaven&Hell being an unjust sorting system as Lily claims, why isn't that more clear in the writing? Why is the viewer simultaneously supposed to believe Hell is full of murders and etc. but also is just full of people being unjustly persecuted. Even Angel Dust, the one character we're supposed to believe has developed the most, was a gangster in his human life & presumably killed people along the way, none of which the show bothers to examine even though his sister made it to Heaven and he didn't. (she has said she has no interest in helluva boss, which is a shame because I would have been curious to see if she would have convienently ignored the bootlicking praise for Stolas and the misogyny in the writing just because she seems to feel Viv is getting unfairly criticized)

she has said she's making a follow up that's more about the voodou issue, which she does agree is a problem, but idk. I just find it odd to watch a video where someone is willing to be critical of how voodou is represented, but the additional problem of real harm being done to up and coming animators is treated as not worthy of discussion. I think representation should be critiqued as much as the next person, but aren't the actual materia conditions faced by people working on the show as important, if not more important, than that?

Lily talks a big game for someone who molested her sister.

#anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post

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You know, I think it's a shame that in light of Build stepping down from BOC, people are missing the silver lining that Daemi will no longer have any further association with KP.

Sure, an actor a lot of people liked is gone. But so are two authors who dead-ass dedicated an entire chapter to Kinn violently tearing Porsche's asshole open, and built Vegas and Pete's entire relationship on an assault that makes what went down in the series look like a middle aged married couple awkwardly trying to roleplay a scene from the edited for network TV version of 50 Shades of Grey.

I'd also ask that people remember Thailand is very much a part of southeast Asia that's making a real effort to modernize, and move away from some of the toxic conservative and frankly backwards attitudes that can be prevalent in this region. BOC is doing a lot of good in this regard, because the fact yaoi exists, and that the industry uses these tropes speaks to an interpretation of queer culture built on viewing and translating it through a socially conservative lens. It's Asian society going 'these couples can't possibly be like us, so they must be like this' and then just sexing those tropes up to 10. BOC is out here doing the lord's work introducing all these thirsty women in their early 20's to masc for masc, but I digress.

I think people would be a lot happier if they went into BL prepared for growing pains like this. Actors were openly homophobic until just a few short years ago. A lot of them got into BL for easy money or to break into the industry, and weaponized homophobia to protect their reputations and make sure they could get work outside the BL industry. There really wasn't much of a bar for who studios were willing to sign. People should be glad the industry has started to weed this behavior out and grow up. It's a good thing. I'm bummed out about what happened to Build, I liked him, but I'm excited for the social turn Thailand is taking. Because I find it hard to believe Thai fans would have even given a fuck ten years ago. Just look how Apo was treated.

#kinnporsche #build jakapan #apo nattawin #mile phakphum #thai bl #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #boc #be on cloud

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It must be so exhausting to be a celebrity and have to calculate your outings and plan your relationships and fake your emotional reactions all the time just to keep yourself popular and consumable because it's tiring to watch it

social media has, almost counterintuitively, made it harder and harder for famous people to interact in any sort of meaningful or genuine way too. especially over the past few years, everything has gotten increasingly curated, polished, controlled, and a lot of their management was already fairly stringent. or the fanbases are so scarily off the wall and toxic that they have to delete their online presences altogether due to invasive behavior. this isn't to say everything is fake, it's certainly not, but it's gotten easier for savvy audiences to recognize the game for what it is, and i think there's a lot of dislike/resentment towards that, but it's not really an opt-out situation. turning art into content and artists into consumable products rather than living, breathing human beings...

i can tell you this much, i would NOT be built for it and would not survive it. i am too sensitive and fragile and too easy to read and too unwilling to play along, i wouldn't be able to handle all that, and sadly it's not shocking that it breaks a lot of people.

i keep thinking about what jenna ortega said to elle fanning a few months ago:

"I want people to be able to get to know the people behind the camera and realize that people should never be put on a pedestal. And the more I’ve been exposed to the world, people prey on that and take advantage of that. They see your vulnerability and twist it in a way that you don’t always expect. [Starts to cry] It’s so strange...It’s such a hard thing to balance. Because how do you be honest without jeopardizing your own health and safety? It’s very easy to feel almost out of control...I still have this really intense urge to be human and honest and authentic. Another thing about this industry is you get in front of a camera and people want you to be something else — where it’s “Have more energy” or “Could you smile?” and it just feels gross. And I don’t want to feel gross. I would rather people see me cry and do whatever than be something I’m not."

we demand they be human, but not too flawed, entertaining, but not too emotional, vulnerable, but not embarrassing, and the slightest weakness or misstep is pounced upon or twisted to mock people and tear them apart. someone shares a struggle and is often now met with, "who cares? you're (rich, successful, beautiful, privileged), shut up," as if those conditions of life - while surely exceedingly helpful - preclude people from hurt or humanity. and so they retreat, share less, manufacture more to just appease the brand. it's such a sad cycle and so antithetical to the connections we find in art.

#we're weirdly getting back to the studio system vibe except instead of the suits controlling everything it's social media #anonymous #letterbox #fandom discourse

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Hey... new to RWBY, loving everything I've discovered on it thus far but... why are some in the Fandom... unable to be normal about this show? I mean, I know that no fandom is free from toxicity but this is some nuclear fallout with what I can only call a hatedom.

It's got a lot of anime fans who are angry that it isn't following anime tropes

The creator Monty Oum died in between Volumes 2 and 3 and therefore anything they don't like is "tainting Monty's vision" which makes everyone mad.

There was a deconstruction of military sci fi in the Atlas arc which pissed off fans of it. Basically the big bad of that arc was a general whose authoritarian tendencies gradually turned him evil and some bootlickers were mad about that.

In general, men are not prioritized in this show and that pisses off a lot of fans eager to find the "real" main character among one of the men and failing. So there are a lot of fans giving RWBY undue hate for having female main characters or claiming that it's misandrist for having male villains.

The Faunus oppression storyline has really not been handled well and while it's gotten a bit better in recent volumes, it still played into a few too many stereotypes about how violent resistance to violent racism is bad.

The romantic tension between Blake and Yang has drawn in a lot of sapphic fans as well as a lot of homophobes telling us how they're not homophobic they just hate the idea of two women flirting and RT is going woke etc etc.

Rooster Teeth has been exposed as being a very bad place to work. They have been homophobic, transphobic, and racist to many of their employees, have avoided giving workers' comp to injured employees, they underpay their voice actors when they pay them at all (Kdin Jenzen has revealed that she was never compensated for her voice work since it was considered an "addition" to being an employee and Arryn Zech was threatened with recasting when she tried to argue for industry standard pay), and they crunch most of their workers. They have quit crunching their animators so hard after Glassdoor exposed their poor treatment of animators but some departments within it are still struggling (a former rigger said they were crunched for Volume 9 due to an incompetent lead) and Samantha Ireland has said that the person who threatened her with recasting no longer works there, but it's not exactly useful when it seems like they've replaced it with regularly laying off animators so they don't have to give them the promotions or pay raises they promised.

This, as you'd expect, has led to a bit of a split in the RWBY fandom on how to handle that and how to help the employees. Many have switched to pirating the show to avoid giving RT money, many have dropped it outright and refuse to give it any promotion even through fandom, and some have, at the request of the RWBY animators and employees who need renewal for their employment, continued to watch it legally or semi-legally. So there's fighting over what the right thing to do is.

There was a two-year hiatus between Volumes 8 and 9 because of COVID and to avoid animator crunch. Some people are mad about this and believe they should have crunched the animators. They are assholes.

#rwby

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Woman of the year!

How weird is it that as we near the years end and awards begin coming out for "such and such" of the year so many :woman of the year" awards are going to men.

Dylan Mulvaney won an award from Attitude Magazine out of the UK as it's "Woman of the year". How low is your opinion of women that you pick a man to be the "Woman of the year"?

Minnesota did it earlier this year when "Leigh" Finke won. This is "Leigh":

That Frankenstein's monster of a man in bad make-up is a better woman than ALL of the women in Minnesota. Take ALL of the mothers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, bus drivers, assembly line workers, single mothers with two jobs, educators, advocates, waitresses, cooks, janitorial staff etc.

Leigh is a better woman than all of you. Leigh hasn't experienced being a young girl, never had a period or any of the bodily and mind changes that young women go thru. He has two kids, that is Trans widow gave birth too, but he has no idea what motherhood is.

He's still a better woman than the 2.811 million women in Minnesota. THAT is how little the Democrats and the morons who voted this creature in as woman of the year think of you.

I'm not here to talk to about Leigh. Fuck that AGP having psychopath. No, I want to write about my buddy. Dylan Mulvaney. The Non-Trans Transgender identifying man who makes waves everywhere he goes. If toxicity and social poison was a person it would look like Dylan.

The social misfit, drama club overly flaming twink who clocked his "days of being a 'girl'" and got himself a carte blanche visit with Grandpa Joe in the White house and a letter of congratulations from Kamala Harris because they obviously have nothing else to focus on than to celebrate the erasure of women as a sex class in society and law.

I digress.

In his interview with Atituide Magazine Dylan is quoted as saying: “And some people don’t see me as a woman at all. No matter how hard I try, or what I wear, or what I say, or what surgeries I get, I will never reach an acceptable version of womanhood by those hateful people’s standards."

At his age I'm lost as to why he doesn't understand that sex isn't an attitude, a feeling, a performance, a costume, or body parts repurposed or purchased à la carte — and that it can't be changed — and my stating so doesn't make me hateful, just sane and tethered to reality. At best, #dylanmulvaney is a vacuous narcissist and a shameless grifter. At worst, he's a bought-and-paid-for Gender Industry shill, knowingly helping to obliterate sex classes and sex-based rights. Either way, he's entirely undeserving of awards or accolades, except maybe the Most Heinous Piece of Shit Award, for which he should receive a statuette of himself sculpted from monkey feces, and a one-way trip to the moon. Just get that piece of garbage off my planet.

Dylan will always talk about the challenge of his being seen as a woman. He'll do it because Dylan is an actor who is getting rich pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. But that's what he is: A man pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman.

WOMAN OF THE YEAR: DYLAN MULVANEY

I expect to get a lot of push back for my language and the subject matter but once again I want to write. If you get offended or angry I want you to know that with each cell in my body I don't give a baboons red ass what you think. Stop erasing and endangering women and transing kids you fuckin ghouls. Don't lie it? Cope, seethe and dilate.

#transgenderism #lgb without the t #transgender #cope and seethe #dylan mulvaney

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CIX April Reading 2024

note: please take it lightly

love: well he is in a relationship but it doesn't feel like what he has is healthy to the slightest. I believe that BX’s relationship is based on control and conflict. I couldn't tell if this is him being the controllative one or if it's his partner that has these chains around his wrists. in any case this isn't a good relationship

career: despite the group lying on the low and after all the scandals and things that have happened to them, BX doesn't seem to be as affected as he was when things happened. At the moment he is focused on his skills and on himself as an artist. the good thing is that he made a few connections in the industry and i believe that once he is free from the group he might pursue something solo

self: at the moment he seems to be doing rather okay, he is focused on his wealth, on investments and he also has the support of his family when it comes to business and outside things that don't include his idol life. he is someone who has already planned everything in case things goes down

Seunghun

love: when it comes to seunghun, things are complicated with his relationship with that 4th gen idol. lately they haven't been together and i feel like he has been the one avoiding her for some internal reason. i think Seunghun us realizing he doesn't have feelings for them anymore but he doesn't know how to make a finished decision

career: his career is complicated as hell, because Seunghun still has a lot of debts to pay off the company and other stuff he has to settle in and he doesn't have the financial support to do so. he has been trying to focus on his career for that, but Seunghun is type of person that does singing because they love singing and benign tangled in money issues, makes him upset

self: I believe that his health isn't the best at the moment, both physically and mentally. Seunghun has been going through some tough period that has plunged his energy into something gloomy.

Yonghee

love: Yonghee is still in a relationship as well, but his love life isn't going as expected either. because despite the love him and his partner have for each other, the relationship was built around monetary and materialistic illusions, which makes Yonghee disappointed and dissatisfied with the current situation of the couple

career: this isn't going well either. i believe that Yonghee might not be treated as good as one thinks inside the company. also the conflicts with the company and the members puts him in a tight spot because he doesn't know how to solve things. at the moment his working environment is the most toxic thing for him

self: mentally it’s complicated for him, he has been holding on and trying to push things through but it's complicated for him to do so. his body also suffers from the psychosomatic issues

Jinyoung

love: He is still dating the higher up he was last time i did a reading for CIX, things keep going with the same patterns. This person isn't a good influence for him but Jinyoung doesn't seem to care about details in any case. this person has also influenced him into becoming more introverted and that might cause problems inside the group

career: He has been distracted lately, he hasn't been working as hard as he used to (i still blame the whole situation around cix for this). but at the same time, the company keeps delaying projects, promotions, comebacks, always changing dates and changing schedules which annoys him a lot

self: despite everything he seems to be holding on. he has the personality that also allows him to see things past his nose and to keep his vision on the future instead of the present conflits

Hyunsuk

love: This man is single at the moment. i believe that he has confessed to someone but that the person kept leaning him on but eventually refused his proposal. he isn't hurt by it, just frustrated that he lost his time in such things

career: he has been very restless lately when it comes to his job. i believe Hyunsul has been equally impulsive with some members but also with staff and people inside the company since he has a hard time controlling his impulsive and haste side of himself

self: but his biggest problem at the moment is the conflict happening between his work and his family (which of course I won't be developing). these situations is what has pushed him to be more gloomy

#CIX #CIX astrology #CIX headcanons #CIX imagines #CIX scenarios #CIX reactions #CIX readings #CIX tarot

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There is a post going around on twitter talking about what Viv says about Alastor's smile. I am going to leave out everyone's talk about it being about Vox because that isn't my focus on this. Though, it does play a part. What got me was that she says its a 'very self enforced form of ego'

Meaning he does it to himself. He sees a frown as weakness, getting someone to lose their smile means the game is over. the jig is up. its serious now. That for Alastor is a win. And its fascinating to me that people just write it off as a 'oh Vox is a walking temper tantrum' for shits and giggles and yeah it can be, but the way there's so much more underneath it? That's the real juicy stuff for me. Both Alastor and Vox are in the entertainment industry. We all know how toxic that kind of lifestyle is. Everyone is all up in your business. You have to adhere to people's view of you.

Vox is fucking drained. The way he comes up from his evil lair, to his photo of him smiling but when the doors open he's frowning, before he's inhaling and putting on a smile like everything's fine. They are the lie we tell ourselves. How we appear composed when really we're fucking screaming on the inside.

When I think about Alastor stitches being his own doing? I'm fascinated by that. It means he refuses to let anyone get the best of him, they could never get under his skin if he physically cannot frown. It's why he's so indifferent, why he's so unbothered. He's always smiling. It doesn't matter what he's feeling on the inside because so long as no one can see, he still has the upper hand.

I keep thinking about how he and his mother had to deal with a lot of shit. The people in power, like to make those they think are beneath them feel strong. Oppression, violence, kicking them down when they are already on the floor. All I can hear is the phrase 'don't let them see you frown' and Alastor taking it personally. Alastor echoing it inside his head like a mantra. For every disgusting, racist comment. Don't let them see you frown. For every insult, don't let them see you frown. For every time they try and see you fail, don't let them see you frown. Because the second they do? They win. You give them power over you and that is something Alastor refuses to let anyone have over him.

People don't talk about how hard it is being a person of color, especially back then yes but I also relate to having to always be perfect. Growing up we get told to never draw attention to ourselves. Act like the white people. Keep your head low. This kind of thinking is why so many latinos are oddly republican because they get told to act like something aren't and then forget where they came from. It's pressure to perform, to be the best and doing it the right way so you aren't judged.

Can't do a bad thing ever because then it just proves that oooh all of us colored people are as bad as they say. I have this thought on things even if its not my fault? Like if I'm in a hurry and I don't open the door for the white people coming out. Or the way, the elevator the other day already had six people in it and three white ppl saw it and decided they were gonna squeeze themselves in anyway. but I swear you reverse it and someone would have said something. its having to watch what we say, having to not sound too much like where we come from. SMILE AND JUST PUSH THROUGH IT. When we really just want to fucking be angry.

This is why I think Alastor refuses for society to whip him into shape. Why he smiles, why he shoves all his anger down into the pit of his belly and only releases it when he's killing someone who probably fucking deserves it. I think Vox shows us the version of us when we're all depressed and searching for that dopamine hit, but the reality is we're all drained physically and mentally because of this persona we put on. Alastor is the twisted, darker side of that. the kind that wants to act on it. the repression, the internalized anger from not being able to express himself the way he should. alastor is a hypocrite himself. calling vox out for being fake, he is exactly the same way. he's just much better at hiding it.

#⌜the secret memoirs of a serial killer⌟ . // headcanons #tw racism #tw murder #I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM OKAY

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Libra moon s. 🦋👗♎️🌝😍

The libra moon with the mother may be quite complicated because we have to look at the balance aspect of Libra or anyone who’s got their moon in the seventh house. Hello hello how are you? I’ so your mother may have been quite diplomatic. Also she might have had a obsession with relationships, and you might of felt that she put the relationship before you and a lot of the time I’ve noticed with Libra moons this has happened ,and then the behaviour rubs off on them, where the people who should mean more to them, mean, just the same as people they barely know this is why I struggle with labra energy a lot all the time myself, but I wonder how you guys feel in that skin your mum might have worked in law. She might’ve been a lawyer she might’ve worked in the beauty industry. She might’ve had to compromise a lot for love and relationships from her and you learned a lot about compromise she avoided conflict so you had a lot of energy in your house, where what you wanted wasn’t vocalised because nobody like put it out there and it must’ve been really difficult for you as a child to process those emotions ,. On the darker end of the spectrum, the Libra moon, mother may have put an emphasis on beauty and appearances and aesthetics on you, which may have been really hard for you, if you’re not that kind of type of energy, especially if there’s a square aspect, or an opposition aspect in one of the charts to each other . I have most of the people in my life are libra moons.and they have had this where their parents it’s all been about the relationship and the child is almost secondary to that toxic relationship. People don’t think you’re that deep, but you hide it all, because that was what you were taught to do being brought up by a melancholy passive parent . So you put an emphasis on your hobbies and your beauty, whether you’re being a boy or a girl or was your escape where you ruled by Venus or with your escape whether it be boys kinds of art which is like sports racing fishing, hunting guns, and as for girls, I’m not saying girls can’t be into that. It could’ve been building wardrobes or building outfits or building making pictures or renovations and stuff and that is their way to deal with the emotion overwhelming motion, they felt.lack emotions , indecision boundaries with you, so you went onto do things yourself a lot of the time and a lot of the time you raised yourself to your highest standard because you didn’t believe that your mother had that before you, she had too much of a highest standard for you, so you have it is passed on to you, on the light of end of the spectrum, she could’ve really wanted you to have a very good relationship life and wanted you to be settled in that way. She believed that relationships were a cause for things being great all the time when they’re so much more life than just love relationships and even friendship relationships, it could’ve been a constant balance between you, your father, and possibly even a step parent lot of the time I’ve seen it being a step parent and other times I’ve seen it being a long-term marriage to get what you need out of life. You need to express this to your parents, even though it may seem too late, but that’s not how it is. I get with family, that that’s a really hard thing to do, but you need to find a way of dealing with it through relationships and make you happy but also being okay with time alone and doing literally nothing.

The thing I have noticed with libra moons and something they might want to work on to make themselves feel better is you definitely bought things up and keep things close to your heart because we’re always seeing what we were learning so much from so young so like the age of six you’re taking so much And because your man is in labour which will relationships a partnership. Sometimes a partnership can be very toxic as partnership can be really tidy and everything you ever dreamed of.

You playing the clown for everyone and cheering up maybe that’s because you wanted that done to you you wanted to make the atmosphere less intense do it in your daily life but just remember it’s not your childhood anymore and this these things that you say and is dying always necessarily gonna come true. It’s where you tunnel your energy to on the darker side people can feel like you’re not coming off as sincere and all the nice scale. It’s not ,Nice boy is an act when it’s just one of your coping skills, like some people get verbal diarrhoea. Some people can’t talk and they will shake so we’re all different and we rbeautiful for all being different in these ways, just learn to love yourself when the silence stops when the laughter stops it’s okay and it’s okay to have them so silences on the other hand going to the other side of that don’t do the opposite way you hold it in too long with people and don’t, let them into your heart, especially when it’s someone you really are in love with that is when it. ’s hard for you to let somebody in always is crazy with that libra energy.

Celebrity examples

Kristen Stewart, Amber Heard ,Ariana grande , kate winslet, meghan market,Emma stone. Adrian Lima ,Alicia keys Alexa Demi , Fergie, George bush , Bill Clinton, Joseph Starlin, Evian Peters , Lily Allen,Walt Disney , Dylan and Cole spores .

Scorpio moons🌚😈🫤♏️🥀🦂

And here we are now with the Scorpio moon, the intensity is fault beneath the surface, and from the energy they feel at themselves, so they feel like the energy energy is coming off them when it may not be, particularly like we said things can be interpreted in many different ways .

Say Scorpio, is it in detriment when it is in the moon in Scorpio, meaning that it doesn’t necessarily comfy in this moonshine it doesn’t feel safe. It doesn’t feel secure and in life that everything Scorpio craves. Scorpio men may often feel like they are innocent the crisis, whether it be externally or internally, but is a constant struggles to balance out this feeling of feeling they need to be in control of everything, or having a power struggles, a lot of them have had to transform and learn the debts of the truth and the hardest ways and things you can never even imagine people going through so, when it comes to the relationship with the mother is also another intensity for them, country to popular believe they haven’t all grown up in broken or battered homes. Yes, they may have grown up in a house that might seem like a prison system emotionally, another common Scorpio main child is feeling like they are an outside for the family and a joke or spell has been put up on them, two different types of Scorpio men when it comes to their mother one you could’ve been extremely close to your mother. Your mother may have gone to high heaven and asked to move things that were difficult for you and example it’s school you may have really felt like you struggled with a certain subject, so your mum would’ve gone beyond and above to help you with that to the point where she might’ve done it for you, so you didn’t grow up in that way emotionally, oh, they could’ve grown up with a mother who had diction problems, depression, and mental health issues as a whole, an abusive father. They may have felt an advocate too, so they had to protect my mum. See Scorpio is all about protection and we both grow and secure security and faithful they have frightened it. Anyway they may sting you with that tail. They may give you a bucket load of abuse to protect that own back.

But anyone who is Scorpio dominant Mars dominant or Pluto dominant they going to sell this in life that why aren’t people as connected to them as I am to them why don’t they do as much as I do why do they not feel as intense as I do for them and why am I the one who’s always going to be in heaven and asked for them? answer. I tell you what a lot of people feel very intimidated or even scared of you so you’re coming across as being powerful protective or what you see as being really dedicated to that person never is controlling and may want to get away from me as fast as possible, so people want to know what Pluto is on about and what it means they’re not allowed to scale because we’re just about to come into change into Aquarius . this is when family many things in history generational things I’ve been massive part of that with the Plutonian energy. If you are a plutonium person people physically want to get away from you a lot of the time they may see you as stalking,sneaky jealous, obsessive, controlling, coming back to the mother again this also might mean that you had a mother who is like this who controlled you who lied to you who didn’t tell you the truth about things when they should’ve kept them things maybe still for this day.

Your mother could’ve had this very isolating energy herself. She could’ve been a loner. She probably had a lot of trauma while the time she was pregnant or gave birth you and even your early childhood., that Scorpio energy that she put into her child, she could’ve been very overpowering with you, and controlled things are out of your control as a child and the other hand, she could’ve been overbearing you could’ve been hold onto the hold onto the apron string for too long and be overly attached to her because you never learnt how to stand on your own and feel safe enough to do it. No doubt there is secrets in the family.

As I said before I said Scorpio can literally or repel people away from them, they can also bring in some of the strangest people with big problems into their life. People who were going to do the exact same traits to go above secretive lie about them. Even catch STI infection. be close to infectious people. Sometimes you’re sick of having to learn these lessons about things and people you just wanna have a chill life boy do you have staying power and when you get passionate about something you really go for it, you can have passion about something that people don’t even concentrate on because a lot of the times you see details and picture like land so much about one thing I’m really put your all and love into it, you don’t believe in half past love is love is gonna come to you want it to be an intoxicating desirable and addictive, if it’s not like that it’s not worth it here this is why you have attracted or had these relationships in your life, and if it goes there being like that with your mother, and how are you to learn to be such a different way you learn this by stepping into stepping into the light and seeing a tree character, people can see the positive side of you by showing that colour isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Even jealousy, show them that you’re passionate about things and that you’re clever and that you learn subject your best ability and loyalty that remains so strong even the smallest insult to make you feel really slighted.

And the Scorpio made myself I just noticed another quality that we have, we either have loads of sex or no sex, we have either lays of money no money either have loads of drugs, load of clothes, laser, possession, load of food, loads of friends or the other side, no friends, no possessions, no sex, no drugs no rock ‘n’ roll no music no talking

Celeb examples

Jennifer Lopez, Lisa Kudrow, Margot Robbie, Alex Turner, Snoop dogg ,Bruce Lee , bob Marley ,milaa kunis,Beyoncé , lady gaga, miles Cyrus , the weeknd,kylie Jenner,will smith and liz Taylor

Moon in Sagittarius💫😎♐️🐎🐴🎲

Well we finally got there with the Sagittarius moon. It took me awhile. This is what we know from Sagittarius is a freedom loving sign may be a bit of a rebel tea maybe also a bit of a loner you can be many things at once like they say in Shrek, he says he’s like an onion and as many layers to an onion, and here’s one another mutable sign that may be like that.

Relationship with the mother with Sagittarius moon, depending on the mother, of course as well your mother put out that you could do anything you wanted be courageous. Be adventurous get out there have hopes and dreams learn to be optimistic and positive from your mother and learning experiences of different cultures, different ways of life, even if you didn’t do that always, she did that a lot and it’s funny how we can have mum who has multiple other children, but this really reflects on your relationship with your mother, even if you were all raised in a similar way, because we’re all going to have periods, all of our life, where we’re going through different phases, maybe you were the middle child and your mum decided let’s pack off and move to a different country, or maybe even two ages different area from where you live before where you experience a lot of different behaviours and culture, changes and city changes to country or vice versa. We have to remember that Jupiter And Sagittarius rule, travel, safety, your emotional needs, packing up and going away somewhere. Maybe what you find very comforting for your emotional needs your emotional needs maybe travelling, experiencing different cultures and languages foods, experiencing different types of social dynamics, social, setting social groups the mother was probably very freedom, loving and adventure herself And people may have seen her is a bit of a drifter, one of these dark characters that is here from time to time, and then shows up again. There’s nothing necessarily bad with that

On the other end of the spectrum of the Sagittarius moon and the mother, your mother could’ve loved it, freedom to the point of she might have abandoned you to feel her own social needs and freedom being met, or she could’ve had other children and this aspect of the fun that you had together may have changed, so you may have Harboured a lot of anger over that because you and her had that special relationship of travel and now somebody else is coming along and your mum is gone through another phase in her life.

Your mum could’ve been a gypsy traveller, you may come from a mixed race background or any other religious or race, ethnicity background, she could’ve been part of a church group, or she could be part of the east and London culture, but there’s definitely something there to do with religions or race so if you’re from North London it could’ve been a Jewish community that you were in.

I’ve noticed with Sagittarius moons, they have very good wet and sense of humour. They don’t hold onto things for too long, although it doesn’t seem that way, they definitely keep themselves well together and well spoken and not too messy but don’t be fooled they’re still a Jupiter world sign And Sagittarius, you know how Sagittarius likes to have a bit of fun let’s say there is rising too and they have moon in the house they might be more rebellious because they’re ruling planet will be Jupiter, I have a cousin who has a Sagittarius moon, and she’s known as like a posh kind of single mum now, but back in the end she was doing Charlie with my uncle, being a naughty girl that a lot of us didn’t know about, another example, would be my brother’s ex-girlfriend of like 15 years. She was a dark horse, but obviously she was a Scorpio son. She always seemed well put together and tried not to say a thing of place which I get completely.. just be aware Sagittarius moons that even if you’re not on an adventure or you’re not going out meeting new people all the time that you’re still worthy of being happy, you can have fun with the smallest things in life that can give people pleasure, I would recommend even like a high intensity, sport or dance something that’s gonna be fun and not boring like the gym it could be yoga but I would definitely something more physical.

I’ve seen it with these two examples, where the generations of mothers and granddaughters and daughters are very close to each other, but may only be on a surface level and I’ve seen the other side of it where my cousin has the Sagittarius moon with felt like the least favourite child. The other two were rotten her brother, who was a couple years younger, and then her sister who is over a decade and a bit younger, so she had to have this positive Sagittarian outlook for her mental health.

I have also noticed that Sagittarius means a very good at telling stories and making people laugh of these stories by going into lots of funny craft details, and that is a way of having fun with people emotionally and connecting with them through laughter.

Celebrity examples

Sharon stone , Emma Watson , Jennifer Addison , trump, Justin timberlake, Adele, Oprah, Al Pacino, Vincent, Van Gogh, Naomi Campbell, Camila Cabello, John Mayer, Dakota Johnson xxxtentation, Charlie Sheen Hilary Duff, Selena Yoko, Lenny Kravitz, Scott Disick, Travis Scott, Chester Bennington, Ivanka, Trump, R. Kelly Anthony Kadis, Tiger Woods Ball, Rafi, Iggy Azalea, Andrew Tate, Judy Garland. Now do you see the dark sided ones hair because they’re really awesome dark side Sagittarius moons kind of like humans, but you can spot them out from the dark sided ones and the sided ones .

#astro observations #astro community #astro placements #astrology observations #astro notes #astrology #astroblr #pisces #aries #fypage #scorpio moon #libra vibes #libra moon #sagittarius moon

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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tailspin pt three (in another life, maybe we're meant to be)

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female bartender!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“I deserve someone who wants me,” you add, when it’s clear he has no response.

“I want you,” he promises quickly, too quickly, in a way that tells you he doesn’t comprehend what those words actually mean.

warnings- 18+ only, explicit cheating (still not a he lied about being married fic), ooooo jealous possessive jake wants to break stuff, spanking, piv sex, dom!hangman and his dirty mouth, slight dumbification/degradation, begging, authority kink, praise kink probably, readers probably in subspace, lots of angst not promising happy endings still I'm too set on jake being toxic

length- 3.8k ish words

an- this is my favorite part, probably the only one I'm minorly proud of writing so don't know why I made it the third part but whatcha gonna do

Now.

Alex is probably one of your favorite regulars. He’s polite, he flirts, but not too much, and always tips well. It helps that he’s very, very easy on the eyes. You can tell he’s been working up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and you’ve been dreading it in a vague sort of way, mind still consumed with the mess you’ve made for yourself and a certain blonde pilot.

“No hard feelings,” he says after he slides his number over. “If you’re not interested. It would be nice to see you outside of here though."

Unfortunately for Alex, you’re just standing there counting all the ways he’s not Jake.

“You’ve been in a funk lately,” Penny muses after he leaves. “Give him a shot, will you?”

You don’t even have it in you to scold her for beating a dead horse.

Against your better judgment, and mostly because you’re out of excuses with Penny, you do agree to go out with Alex. You tell yourself it’ll just be drinks, low pressure. You figure you can take him to a sticky service industry-laden dive bar, he’ll get points if he doesn’t get scared off. Maybe you’ll even end up liking him, having a good time.

It’s a lie, but you can convince yourself. You have all afternoon.

•••

Eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the bar, you immediately want to facepalm, wishing Coronado was bigger. You’d suggested a place that you’d never mentioned to Jake, one you didn’t think he’d know about. You didn’t want to chance running into him at your usual spots. Of course, what you didn’t count on, is that Jake is avoiding you too.

Should’ve gone to San Diego, you both think simultaneously.

Which is how you end up with Jake Seresin boring holes into the back of your head while you play pool with your date.

Alex doesn’t seem to recognize him, must be the lack of uniform. You thank your lucky stars for that, trying to ignore the heat rising in your core with Jake’s eyes fixed on you.

Jake’s eye is twitching.

Every nerve ending is unsettled, he wants to rip his hair out, or better yet, rip the hair from the scalp of that idiotic brunette you’re playing pool with. His hand is so tense around his beer he’s surprised it hasn’t shattered all over the bar.

At least if he did break the bottle you might look in his direction.

You are, decidedly, not looking anywhere near him, staring at the solids and stripes on the table so intensely one might think you had bet your life savings on this game. You’re chalking the cue, holding the little cube at the top and rolling the stick with your foot, making sure the blue chalk goes onto to the tip just so. Professional pool players don’t look this serious.

Somewhere in the back of his brain Jake recognizes his hypocrisy, that seeing you with another man makes his blood boil when he goes home to his wife at night. But that part is buried deep underneath memories of you laid out beneath him, soft skin flushed and dainty lips parted, mewling his name.

There’s always been something about you that puts cracks in his control, throws a wrench into his carefully calculated plans.

He sees Alex lean in to say something to you, brushing his hand across your arm, and Jake snaps his jaw shut so hard the bartender turns around with raised eyebrows.

Alex’s subconscious must know his fingers are milliseconds away from being broken because he makes his way to the back of the bar, ostensibly to find the bathroom.

Your laser focus of paying attention to anything except Jake means you don’t notice him sidling up to you until he’s caged you in, tan arms on either side trapping you against the green felted table.

“Tell him you don’t feel well,” you hear, low, the slight hint of his southern drawl raising goosebumps on your skin, your muscles aching to lean into the heat of his body.

Despite your body’s traitorous response to his presence, you manage to turn your head and glare at him, opening your mouth to give him a piece of your mind, something along the lines of who the fuck do you think you are?

He levels you with a hard look and the words die on your tongue.

“I’ll be in my truck,” he states, promptly walking out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t have to. He knows you’ll follow.

You don’t even know what lie you tell Alex when he returns, excuses tumbling out of your mouth without your brain’s permission. Somehow convincing him you don’t need a ride home, you don’t live far, the walk and fresh air is bound to make you feel better.

Jake doesn’t turn when you get in his truck, driving the short distance to your apartment in silence, knuckles so tight around the steering wheel you’d only be minorly surprised if he snapped it in half. You don’t say anything, instead watching the tense lines of his body, his jaw flexing as anger thrums through him.

Your thighs clench together in anticipation, knowing how he gets when he’s mad. You can feel the slick pooling underneath your skirt, it’s been building since the moment you felt his predatory gaze on you.

Air inside thick with tension, the truck is barely in park when he reaches over to pull you across the bench seat into his lap, your skirt already riding up. You shiver as he drags his calloused hand underneath the thin material.

He groans against your lips as his fingers slide against the mess you’ve made of your panties.

“Did you get this wet for him? Got yourself all worked up, bending over the pool table in this little fucking skirt for everyone in the goddamn bar to see?”

His tone is harsh, just on this side of mean, and it awakens some primal need to please inside of you. You shake your head almost frantically, hips bucking against the hand on your clothed mound.

“Only because you were there,” you manage to pant, and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your admission.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles darkly.

He moves his hand from your hot center to settle on your ass and pull you down to him. Your mouth goes dry when you feel the hard line of him through his jeans, unable to stop yourself from rutting against him in his lap like a horny teenager.

Jake pulls your skirt all the way up now so he can slap your ass, all his strength behind it, and your fingers flex against his shoulders as you whimper at the sting. Blush rises on your cheeks and you try to tuck your face into his neck, embarrassed at how easy it is for him to chase away every intelligible thought you have left.

He’s not having it though, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so you have no choice but to look at his blown pupils.

“Should put you over my leg and smack you till you’re red, for putting on that little show back there.”

You let out a lewd sound at the picture that conjures up in your mind, and he slaps you again before lifting you off of his jean-clad cock. He rips off your thong like its very existence offends him, thrusting two fingers into you without warning, no gentleness about it. You’d yelp in pain if you weren’t already so fucking wet.

Instead, you’re repeating his name like a prayer, hands roaming his shoulders, arms, whatever you can get a hold on. His skin is burning under your fingers and you pull yourself closer and closer, body vibrating with need.

He’s wasting no time, curling his fingers, thumb circling your clit like he’s on a mission. You can’t help but roll your hips on his hand, hands going to the nape of his neck and gripping his hair, pulling his mouth to yours.

You make a noise of extreme displeasure as he pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty, but still teasing your bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.

“Do you need something, darlin’?” He asks, fake sweetness dripping off his tongue.

“Please,” you whimper.

“Please, what?”

“Need you…” You’re full-on whining now, any traces of shame and humiliation having long been kicked to the curb.

Distantly, you can feel him smirking against your skin. “That’s awfully vague.”

You shake your head vigorously, like maybe that will clear the cloudiness out of your brain and make the words come to you.

He’s making slow circles on your clit that are clearly a ploy to drive you insane. “Come on, sweetheart, you can’t be this dumb already, haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You open your mouth to prove him wrong, you’re not dumb, you can tell him, you can.

But the words don’t come.

You’re lost in the sea of sensations, skin stretched too tight across your bones, ache in your center throbbing and relentless.

He pinches your swollen bundle of nerves and you jump, head lolling back in pleasure before the sting cuts through the fog.

“In me…please, your cock, please Jake, need you please…” you mumble, words coming out in a rush now that you’ve finally found a few of them.

He laughs and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes, burning even as you shut them tight. “I’m not sure you deserve it, looked like you were trying to replace me tonight.”

It takes you a few seconds to register what he’s saying, to figure out why he’s talking so fucking much, why he won’t just give you what you need.

“Could never,” you say, words breathless, hoping that’s the right answer.

“Why’s that?”

Goddammit.

He knows the fucking answer, you know he does, he just wants to hear you say it, more than that, wants to watch heat rise on your cheeks as he makes you admit it.

You want to scream in frustration, fingers tightening on his shoulders in a way that must be painful, your hips rolling against him pointlessly of their own volition. You hate him right now, hate him for making you trudge through the cloudy mess inside your brain, hate having to come up with words to plead with him when you just want to feel.

The only thing you hate more than him in this very moment, is how much you love when he makes you beg for it.

“Let me hear it and I promise I’ll give you what you want,” he rumbles in your ear.

Your eyes are squeezed shut so hard they’re starting to hurt. You don’t know where the words come from, but your mouth forms them without asking you anyways. Deep down, you know this is the right answer.

“No one else can fuck me like you do,” you whisper.

His hand comes down on your ass again, a reminder.

“Sir,” you add, belatedly, mind focused on how your cunt clenches around nothing.

“That’s right, my sweet girl,” he grunts, finger on your clit rewarding you by picking up the pace.

“Please.” You’ll be in tears any moment now, skin so hot you must be flushed all the way down your chest. “Need you, please, Jake, plea—"

You’re too out of your mind to notice him unzipping his jeans, only snapping to attention when pulls himself out and teases his tip across your folds. Taps the head of his cock on your clit to make you keen. You try to move your hips down, desperate to feel him inside of you and he clucks a disapproving noise, grabbing your hips tightly with both hands to keep you in place. He runs his mouth across your collarbones, teeth biting and tongue following closely to soothe the marks he’s leaving. You’re squirming against his hold on you, a part of you knows it’s futile, but you can’t help it, too frantic to feel him.

Completely at his mercy, he finally pulls you down onto him, cock stretching you in a way his fingers can never prepare you for. Sweat beads along your hairline, ab muscles shaking as your cunt tries to adjust to him.

“Feels like you were fuckin’ made for me, doll,” he groans as you take him fully, quietly almost, the one glimmer of sweet Jake you’ve seen all night.

The only response your brain is currently capable of is a string of unintelligible noises that might’ve been semi-coherent words at some point way before.

That glimmer of sugar is gone in a flash as he manhandles you, picking you up and bringing you back down on his cock forcefully.

You’d think you might have the upper hand in this position, being on top, but instead you feel like a ragdoll, being bounced around on his lap. You feel the coil in you, winding tighter and tighter. Your mouth is still open, but you’re not even sure sound is coming out at this point, eyes completely glazed over.

He’s everywhere, cock deep inside you, comforting scent filling your nose, callouses dragging across your skin, mind chanting Jake Jake Jake Jake.

There’s nothing but him.

One hand takes hold of your hair, tugging your head back hard, to expose your neck to him as he leaves filthy, open-mouthed kisses along the underside of your jaw, down your neck. He gets to just the right spot and you whimper, a small pathetic sound, as your mind goes completely blank, not a thought for miles.

The blend of pleasure and pain is what sends you over, having found your voice again to scream his name as you spasm around his thick cock.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growls as you come. He’s holding you in place, thrusting up into you fervently, chasing his own release. His pace is erratic now, rhythm lost as he finally comes inside you and fills you the way you wish you didn’t love.

As soon as he pulls out his mouth is on yours, tongue pressing insistently in commanding reminder, fingering his cum back inside you as it drips down the inside of your thighs, like he owns you. You tuck your face back into his neck and whine contentedly, hips still rolling down onto his fingers despite how spent your cunt feels. Because it’s never enough, with Jake, you always want more, always ready to take more, plead more, beg more—anything for him.

Minutes, hours, or days later, you can’t really be sure, Jake smooths your skirt down, gently picking you up off his lap, readjusts his jeans before getting out of the truck and reaching to take you with him.

You stumble, because your legs no longer work. Your feet sting in protest against the gravel of the parking lot, sandals dangling from your fingertips instead of on your feet like they’re supposed to be.

You’re fucking mine, you’re fucking mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you chant in your head as he all but carries you to your apartment.

Hands starting to shake, you want to rip at your chest, want to free up some space so you can breathe.

You’re fucking mine.

He’s not wrong, you are his. You still consider yourself his, after all of this.

That’s the problem, isn’t it? You’re his, but he’s never been yours.

The walls are closing in on you, panic setting, your only thought now to get away from him, from his stupid inviting cologne that feels like home even though it has no right to.

Once you have your front door open, Jake leans down to kiss you and you take his momentary closed eyes as an opportunity to push him, hard, away from you and your home, certain the element of surprise is the only reason he even moved an inch.

Your sandals are still in your right hand when you use the left to slam the apartment door in his face.

“Open the door,” Jake is calm, firm and commanding, using that voice makes you melt for him. The one you’d always end up on your knees for.

“No!” You shout, feeling a little like a petulant child but also a weird sense of satisfaction at the idea of making unflappable Hangman flinch. You never say no to him, you’ve never been able to before.

“Sweetheart, please. I’m sorry. Open the door,” he tries again, still calm, but softer now. His voice is honey on your senses, sweet and languid, and you have to pinch yourself to keep you in reality.

It reminds you that you hate how he never gets loud with you, no matter how many fights you pick with him, how much you prod and poke. You’re always at the mercy of your emotions with him, while he remains collected.

Makes you wonder if he ever gets mad at Katelyn, if he’s as uncharacteristically patient and calm with her too.

“Go away, Jake,” you lean your forehead against the door, resisting the urge to bang it on the entryway in frustration. You can hear him talking, but you’re not really listening. Eyes fixated on the grain of the wood, you vaguely wonder if your neighbors can hear him.

“Only after you tell me off for ruining your date,” you hear him say, far away like you’re underwater, trying to break the surface, to get to the air above.

You’re treading water in the ocean, keeping your head just on top, hoping for rescue.

And then you remember, you’re fucking mine.

And the tide pushes another wave your direction, crashing over you to sting your eyes and fill your lungs with saltwater again, oxygen caught in your throat.

Out of options and hoping it’ll help you breathe; you swing the door open. Everything rushes back into focus, Jake’s shoulders barely contained in that white t-shirt, dark jeans in a fight for their life over his thighs. Swollen lips and messy hair, because you ruined him in his truck only minutes before. You don’t want to know what you look like.

“Is this really who you are?”

He looks genuinely concerned at this. “Sweets, what are you talking about?”

“You held me as I cried in your arms,” you say, slower now but still breathing hard like you just finished swimming in a triathlon. “You know how I feel about you, know it was excruciating for me to end us.”

You watch him wince; this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to admitting you love him. It’s always hung heavy in the air between you, as if neither of you said it out loud it might go away.

“But here you are,” you continue, ignoring the anguish on his face. “Throwing a wrecking ball into my attempt to move on, too selfish to let anyone else have me. Am I some sort of sick game to you?”

“Of course not,” he answers immediately, but you’re barely listening.

“Who is this guy, that ruins my night and claims me as his when he has no fucking right to? Do I even know the real you?”

“Yes,” he answers desperately. “You’re only one who really knows me, you have to know that.”

He pauses, takes a deep breath. "I want to fix things."

“Don’t you think the fact you’re always turning to me before you go home to your wife is, in fact, an indication that there isn’t anything here to fix?”

He has no answer for that.

You want to crumble into pieces on the floor, but instead turn to sit on your couch with the door wide open, a clear invitation you wish you were strong enough not to extend.

Jake shuts the door behind him and sits on the opposite end of the couch. His twitching fingers tell you he’s dying to touch you, but he stays on his side, a small victory for your willpower.

“I can’t bear to have you halfway anymore,” you inform him, cold like you’re reporting the news instead of exposing your soul.

“I’m not going to blow up my daughter’s life by leaving her mother,” he responds curtly.

“So, this is the solution?” You can feel your temper rising, your skin starting to crawl, cracks already beginning to show in your cold façade.

He’s quieter now, staring at the couch, “I don’t want Callie to know anything’s wrong. She has a lot going on right now, with starting middle school. I—"

“You and Katelyn don't even sleep in the same bed, Seresin!” You’re shouting again. “I think she knows. She’s not an idiot.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a few breaths and trying to calm down, but your vision is tunneling, your limbs are starting to feel too big for your body.

“I’m not going to turn Callie’s life upside down while she’s in school,” he reiterates for what seems like the thousandth time.

This isn’t the first time he’s said this exact sentence, every time you hear it your heart swells with hope that means when she’s old enough he just might choose you.

Tonight though, you want to beat that hope down and bury it where you’ll never find it again.

“She’s put up with enough, me being gone for months at a time, us moving constantly,” he continues.

You deflate. This is the same thing you’ve heard time and time again, you put your head in your hands, tired of looking at him and his unfairly beautiful face.

“I’ve told you that since the beginning. I’ve never lied to you.”

You still can’t breathe, shame sitting on your chest like an elephant.

He’s right. You’ve always known that, even though you didn’t want to believe it.

“This has to stop,” you say finally, after several minutes of tense silence, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, hoping the pseudo-hug will give you comfort.

Jake opens and closes his mouth multiple times, he wants to argue, wants to convince you to change your mind, wants you to wait for him, but he knows logically he has no right to ask that of you.

“I deserve someone who wants me,” you add, when it’s clear he has no response.

“I want you,” he promises quickly, too quickly, in a way that tells you he doesn’t comprehend what those words actually mean.

You shake your head. “You need me. There’s a difference.”

In another life, maybe we’re meant to be.

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elderwisp · 1 month

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Hi! Can you give a summary of what’s happened in your story to this point for people who want to continue reading but may not have time to catch all the way up? Or do you have a summary linked somewhere? 👀

oke oke so quite a bit has happened and writing a summary would quite literally turn into an essay LMAOO so I was thinking about how TS2 would have brief descriptions for each family so I'll do that for each character and the story as well. If there's any lore u wanna know in regards to a particular character or the lead up to a certain scene, feel free to reach out! <3 oke here we go:

Tessellate is a story about a group of individuals between their early to mid twenties. Each character’s storyline ebbs and flows into one another as it creates a tessellation. There are no good or bad characters, simply people being people making human decisions.

Atlas has always been a bit of a dreamer, using his charm and with to create the narrative that others want from him but no one has quite uncovered who he really is. The artist harbors a bit of a secret and that is that he has relapsed again. Part of why he uses is simply because he likes himself more in that state while the other half has yet to be discovered.

Life is hard being your own critic. Frances always finds herself on the go from one thing to the next. If she's doing nothing, then surely that must mean she's a failure, right? After landing a job as a caretaker, her notion of what life has been the last four years is challenged as she learns what it means to slow down.

Dan finds herself in a perpetual state of being an underachiever. Whether it's maintaining a low GPA, making terrible decisions, or simply putting in zero efforts in creating any new, meaningful relationships. What's really the point of anything she does if it’s overshadowed by a belittling mother?

Kai isn't the best when it comes to trusting others but when it comes to his friends, he'd do absolutely anything for them. Maybe Atlas more than the others. I suppose sharing your first kiss with your best friend gives him privileges most don't have.

After losing his parents in his senior year of high school, Icarus has had to grow up fast if it meant that the people closest to him would make it. Nowadays, he spends his days tip-toeing between reckless freedom and being the person that his family needs. It isn't easy living a double life.

Constantly being taken advantage of at work or at home, Taryn is truly stuck in the whirlwind of the mundane, never really feeling in control of her life. After one fateful night with Atlas, Taryn tests her own boundaries while uncovering the enigma that is Atlas.

Gabriel, Gum and Ares have grouped together as a band after Gabriel and Gum’s main vocalist dipped. Gum has reluctantly stepped up to the plate to take over vocals. Something about being in the spotlight terrifies her. Meanwhile, Gabriel exudes a confident, cheerful demeanor. There are many things he adores such as Kali Uchis, his guitar and meeting new people.

Ares has always had a calm, level-headed demeanor. Being the son of a famous producer and businessman has meant needing to maintain such a professional attitude all the time. After running into an uninterested Daniela, he finally lands his big break when the two share a cigarette at his party. He finds himself being a lot more outspoken around her, as well as curious about her inscrutable nature.

Syx, the best friend of Ares and Icarus, is no stranger to laying out the harsh truths that the people around her need to hear. Being in the food industry requires a keen sense of details and the ability to provide honest feedback. She’s encouraged Icarus to break things off with a toxic ex as well as find better hobbies, however he hasn’t quite agreed to things yet.

Theo recently moved into San Myshuno looking for a fresh start. After accidentally running into Gabriel, the two have a brief conversation outside of their apartment.

#THESE WERE LOWKEY FUN TO WRITE #gabriel gum ares syx and theo’s storylines are just barely ramping up so they have smaller blurbs so i don’t accidentally spoil things 💀#tessellate: extras #asks

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Haven't posted in a while, but something that was really bugging me a lot was some shit I noticed when rewatching the Moon Knight series that I think a lot of comic book fans could relate to. I know, Mr " um actually " comic book guy is talking right now but imma need you all to bare with me here for a second. and before any of you start typing, please remember everything said here is MY opinion. All I ask is that you're respectful. I'm going to start of with how I don't understand the hype around this motherfucker.

Literally the most whiniest mf in the ENTIRETY of the MCU. The only people who can like or tolerate this bitch are mfs who have 9 hours of daily screen time on TikTok, listen to hyperpop music and think that he's a soft uwu meow meow baby girl hurt emo princess boy.

Moon Knight is literally one of the most metal superheros out there and the directors saw that and said, " now imagine that but we make his woman so much better than him and water him down and completely change his back story and then wipe our asses with it, spit on it and then pretend we were trying to show representation. " Like what the fuck are you fucking doing?

My first problem is that I felt like this show focused too much on Layla and her relationship to Marc... Nvm, Sorry I lied. Not Marc, fucking STEVEN. This show isn't about " Layla ", its about MARC and Steven and JAKE. (I'll talk about Jake later) Like can we just... " Are you an Egyptian superhero? " " I am. 🥺" GIRL BYE 💀💀 this part of this show was so bad it made eternals look good. This was cringe on the level of seeing your mother do a dab. All that episode 6 was about was Layla kicking ass and that's it. I don't understand why Kevin Feige has the urge to make everything about badass women. Like theres ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with that, I love badass women and we need more women superheros, but I'm just saying, I came here to watch MOON KNIGHT not Layla El-faouly.

So funny how they make a show about Marc Spector and he only gets like 20 minutes out of the 6 hours of the entirety of the show. I think the most time he got on screen was like episode five and maybe two but that's about it. It felt like he was only there to make things depressing and to make Steven Grant have better character development because he himself is just so fucking boring and not funny. Marc Spector is so much more than " I got hit as a kid and my alter ego is fucking my ex wife. " He's a Jewish antihero struggling with a personality disorder that's eating his life away and a toxic relationship with a man who's been basically lying, emotionally abusing, and manipulating him since his CHILDHOOD. What I love most about Marc Spector is that he's not like all other these mighty superheros, he's just some dude. He just some dude with real human struggles like you and me, trying to figure himself out and navigate through his disorder. Marc should have had a bigger role in this show but I guess Steven Grant and Layla were more interesting than him. Steven is the main course, Layla is the desert and Marc is the salad off to the side that's barley been eaten.

Steven Grant is not a shy British man with great manners who works in a gift shop and is giving in his moms flat, he's a savvy millionaire ( who's from Chicago, Illinois, so as Marc and Jake ) who works in the film industry and lives in a mansion. Those are two completely different characters. Everyone that I've seen who's criticized Steven in the slightest has said that he was bland, boring, and the producers were trying too hard to make him funny. You can't try to have something that's just straight up sad happening with a character and then pretend that it's funny and try to make it into comedy. That's just not how it works and it's not realistic. That's why movies like The Crow are good and movies like Renfield are bad. The Crow takes itself seriously and is genuinely sad but lightly sprinkled with comedy, Renfield wanted to be a bit sad, but ruined itself by trying to hard to make every scene funny.

The only good scene in this entire show is the scene where Marc says, " you are you the only real superpower I ever had " or whatever the fuck. I didn't pay attention because all I could think about was the scene from frozen where Anna fucking froze and Elsa cried about it and then unfroze her with her tears or something. I guess her tears must have been really hot.

What I'll give Muhammad Diab credit for is casting. Having Layla be Egyptian is good, and having Oscar Isaac casted as Marc is also really good. Everyone In the comics is white for a character normally centered around Egyptian bullshit. They also got Khonshus personality right and that's about it.

I hate how the producers said that this show was all about " representation" and then didn't add Frenchie, who is a gay french guy in it or Bushman who is a black mercenary because he was " too much like Killmonger " ( which doesn't make any fucking sense because they are drastically different on so many levels but okay. ) they also said that this show is they're most brutal and violent show yet, but they were " violent " ( and bloody-ish ) the first three episodes and then just kinda gave up towards the end.

For the last thing, I'm gonna talk about Jake finally. Just pretend that I'm sighing right now. Like a really audible, dramatic sigh.

I get they wanted for us to differentiate the differences between each personality with accents but Jake doesn't need to speak Spanish. He doesn't speak Spanish in the comics and having him do it is completely unnecessary. I get it's Hollywood and Hollywood needs to make everything sexy and attractive, but Jake Lockley is the least sexiest alter of Marc Spector. He doesn't wear a suit with black leather gloves or drive a limousine, he's a fucking taxi cab driver with a really weird mustache who wears a turtle neck. When I think sexy, I don't think taxi driver. And it ruins the point of Jake Lockley as well because Marc uses Jake to see what's going on on the streets in New York. New York is really busy and crowded, so people are more prone to using a taxi, not a limousine unless you're bougie and rich.

Anyways that was my rant. Good night.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marvel smut #moon knight comics #marvel comics #steven grant slander #marvel slander #moon knight slander

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