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UNA SOLUCIÓN EFICAZ Y NATURAL PARA FRENAR LA CAÍDA DEL CABELLO
La caída del cabello es un problema que afecta cada vez más a muchas personas, tanto hombres como mujeres, ver como el cabello se queda en la mano al peinar, como aparece en la almohada al despertar…
El tratamiento capilar de Victoria Caro, consigue frenar esa caída de una forma rápida y natural. Simplemente hay que aplicar el contenido de una ampolla del Sistema Revitalizante Capilar en pelo y…
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Victoria De Angelis (Måneskin) and Caro Daur - Blumarine (23.02.2024, Milan Fashion Week)
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De hecho, cuando más urgimos las cosas
hacia lo profundo, y mucho presionamos dificultosamente con gran fuerza,
con tanta energía regurgita más y las devuelve,
que emergen y saltan hacia afuera más que una parte.
Y, sin embargo, no dudamos que estas cosas, cuando está en ellas,
opino, son llevadas todas juntas a través del vacío no ocupado hacia
abajo.
—Tito Lucrecio Caro, «Movimiento y dirección de los elementos primordiales» en De rerum natura. Acerca de la naturaleza de las cosas (libro segundo). Traducción de Liliana Mercedes Victoria Pégolo et al.
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Me alegra que te haya gustado. Para responder a las otras preguntas, Ona llevaba unos pantalones marrones y una camiseta negra, igual que en su instagram y Lucy estaba con jeans, una camiseta blanca y una chaqueta beige. Solo pude hablar con ellas un momento porque estaban esperando a un vendedor. Las dos fueron encantadoras y no se comportaron como si fuera una fan, simplemente tuvimos una buena charla principalmente sobre la renovación. Hablamos de la victoria, y Ona me preguntó si había visto el partido. Le dije que estaba en un vuelo y Lucy me llamó falsa fan. Lucy empezó a hablar sobre lo caros que son los azulejos y ahí fue cuando Ona se rió de ella por decirlo mal y la ayudó con la palabra correcta. Yo me reí y Lucy dijo tú también. Le dije que su español estaba muy bien y ella dijo que podría ser mejor, muy modesta. No estaba seguro si debería haber dicho algo porque no quería hacerlas sentir incómodas al saber que las reconocía. Pero se ven muy naturales juntas y eso me hizo feliz de ver ya que no suelen compartir mucho.
thank you for sharing all of this! so happy that you got to meet them both and had such a good interaction with them both🩷
feel free to let us know if you ever see them again haha!
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Token of Love
Pairing: Thomas x Reader x Vic x Ethan
Wordcount: 12.5k
Description: For some reason you think it’s a good idea to gift a box of love tokens to your partners. Maybe it ensues more chaos (and sex) than you would have thought.
Warning(s): Fluff, some (playful and not so) fighting, smut (foursome, no panties, public, orgasm denial, D/s dynamics, safeword use)
Add yourself to my taglist. / Masterlist
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Thomas hugs you close from behind, his arms securely around you. It’s early, the sun has barely risen and you can feel tiredness still washing over you.
“How come you’re already awake?” You ask and strain yourself to put a kiss on his lips. “Before everyone else? Are you okay or did you have a nightmare again?”
“I’m okay,” he is pressing kisses to your shoulder, “No nightmare this time. I wanted to get up so I could make breakfast.”
“You? Offering to make breakfast? In the morning? Are you sure you are okay? Or is … Oh.”
Oh. It’s Valentine's. Which explains why Thomas is up too early for his own good.
“I thought the other two wouldn’t complain about food … but it could still be … romantic.”
The other two, Vic and Ethan, are laying next to you in Thomas’ bed. Which was one of his only requirements when he looked for a place for himself, a bedroom to put a bed big enough for all of you in there and a roof terrace. Ethan is hugging his pillow and Vic is snoring at his side.
“You’re cute, Thom.”
“Well, knowing all of you, I’m the only one who thought about it,” he says but he still has a smile on his face.
“Maybe.”
You’re smiling as well and yawn before you fall asleep again. Only rummaging around you, is waking you up again. Victoria bickering, Ethan laughing. The clattering of plates against each other, liquid filled into glasses. Thomas’ lips on your forehead.
“Breakfast is ready!”
The bed turned into a minefield to get up, it’s hard not to put your hand somewhere or into something, Ethan has the courtesy to help you while Vic laughs at Thomas’ shoulder and Thomas beams at you. For Thomas’ standards the food looks good, there’s some fruit, some scrambled eggs that only look a little bit off, some absolutely burnt sad looking toast, some pancakes that are only burnt at the edges, some sausages, some cheese and there’s a little heart shaped box of chocolates on everyone’s plate, next to a flower.
“Thank you, caro.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. Vic just rolls her eyes, it’s just another day and Thomas is trying to make everything as special as possible all the time but all of you three know that this day is still important to him.
Vic and you both know better, but you still try the toast and the scrambled eggs while Ethan sticks to the least burnt pancake and carefully bites into a sausage. The toast isn’t palatable, and it’s hard to swallow, while the eggs are mushy, salty and something else. It’s a taste experience you wish you wouldn’t have had, you’re sure Vic’s face mirrors yours. Thomas is still smiling, so is Ethan who seems to have made the better decision.
“Please tell me, you also have something to drink for us?” Vic looks at him, grimacing.
“Oh, I forgot, yes. What do you want? Tea, milk, hot chocolate, juice, tomato smoothie, water, champagne?”
Vic and you both flinch at the mention of a tomato smoothie: “Something which makes me forget that I just ate this out of love for you. So maybe give me the champagne, the bottle should do.”
“That was horrible,” Vic says after Thomas skipped out of the room to get drinks. “Please tell me this is edible.”
“It’s not too bad, a bit burnt, a bit sugary, there’s some kind of vanilla in there?” Ethan looks at his plate. “And some … orange juice, I believe? You can eat it though, maybe it would be actually nice without the burnt bits and much less sugar. And the sausages taste like sausages.”
“You already had me at it’s not too bad,” you say, “This was not good for my stomach.”
Thomas is coming back with the bottle of champagne, something that looks suspiciously like the tomato smoothie and something you hope will be juice, normal juice. Vic and you both put the rest of your food on Thomas’ plate, shaking your heads. He pouts but when he looks at the plate he carefully scraps the scrambled eggs to the side.
“I actually have something as well.” You get yourself out of bed and shudder, it was warm and cozy next to the others in bed and you’re just in your panties and one of Thomas’ shirts. You get the box from your bag and put it down between them.
Thomas, looks at the box first. It’s in the shape of a heart, you handpainted it with some flowers and little things that remind you of each of them. Then he looks at you wide eyed, excited. Ethan and Victoria are sighing, annoyed. You even catch Victoria how she rolls her eyes at Ethan, who tries not to laugh but he fails when Thomas is squealing.
“God, this will break him.”
“Thank you!”
“You don’t even know what it is yet.” Victoria reminds him.
“And? At least I’m saying thank you,” Thomas says, “Are you gonna say thank you for the breakfast I served you in bed?”
“You want me to say thank you for burnt toa-” You whack Vic over the head and he beams at you. “Thank you, Thomas.”
“Can I open it?”
Thomas opens the box carefully, almost as if he doesn’t want to break it or afraid he will have paint stick to himself again. Like the last time when you painted and he touched it before it was dry.
“Oh no, that’s a never ending box of bullsh-” Vic says when she sees the little envelopes in the box. This time it’s Thomas who whacks her over the head.
“Hey, you can’t read them yet, that’s not how it works.” You lightly slap Thomas’ hand when he greedily wants to open one of the envelopes. “I thought one of you could pick one out of the box every few days?”
“God bless tour life,” Victoria mumbles.
“Maybe we could take some and take them on tour with us?” Thomas looks at you, pleading eyes. “Use them when we want to? And the rest we can pick when we are here?”
“Okay,” you sigh - you can’t say no to the pouting, “I’ll give each of you three for tour, but I’ll give them to you.”
“That sounds great and then we c-”
Victoria interrupts him mid-sentence, slapping his ass. A small yelp comes from Thomas’ lips but nothing else.
“You can talk somewhere else now, caro, like here.” Ethan and you laugh, but Thomas obediently crawls between Vic’s spread legs, his head disappearing under her nightgown. “That’s better.”
Ethan sits behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your shoulders, your neck. There’s no urge for him to do anything else, just leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Meanwhile you can hear Victoria moan, the wet noises Thomas’ tongue makes. Little whimpers coming from him and Vic getting louder. You know Vic is giving him exactly what he needs, she always does. While you often give him everything he wants - and more. You couldn’t just interrupt him in the middle of a sentence, you love him talking, hanging on every word coming from his lips. But he needs it. And Ethan somehow always finds a balance. There’s one more loud moan from Vic and then she lets him go. He looks a bit like a deer in headlights when he’s rolling himself together in your lap not even a minute later, you can see that he’s hard. Ethan is still kissing your neck when you card your fingers through Thomas’ hair.
“Sleepy.”
“I know, babe, I know.” You press a kiss to Thomas’ forehead, he blinks at you when you put him into Ethan’s arms. “Vic and I are gonna clean up and do the dishes, you can sleep.”
“Your boyfriend has the most talented tongue, almost makes up for that box of horror.” Vic says when you’re both in the kitchen, she is sitting on the counter while you're discarding the scrambled eggs into the bin. “I’m glad that you’re sharing him, and I know Ethan is really grateful for that as well.”
“It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of this,” you smile at her and kiss her. It’s tame but not unpleasant. “And I love seeing Thom with both of you. It’s what he wants, it makes him happy and I am glad that he’s sharing this with me.”
“Do I have to participate in this?” Vic changes the topic.
“There’s not only romantic stuff in there, also some other things.”
“Please say dirty stuff,” Vic is crossing her fingers, “please say dirty stuff.”
“If you make the fill out the blank cards dirty then maybe.”
“Oh god, he will be even more insufferable.”
“These tokens are Thomas' proof. I’m planning on taking them out before it’s his turn.”
Victoria grins at you: “So even you have your limits?”
Your answer is just a sigh when Thomas comes barging in, looks at you without saying a word, grabs a bottle of water and then vanishes again without looking back. It’s bizarre, he’s behaving weirdly. Victoria doesn’t notice, or she decides not to mention it when you clean up. Back in the bedroom Ethan and Thomas are cuddled up together. Ethan spooning him from behind, his arms around his waist. If you wouldn’t know him as well as you do, you wouldn’t notice but you can hear the soft purr, the tiny little whimpers, coming from Thomas. With one hand he’s twisting one of Thomas’ nipples, the other one sprawling out over his stomach, just over where he’s still bulging his briefs. You know it’s not what he wants, but Ethan knows it’s what he needs. Thomas’ little noises speak for themselves.
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“Can we open one before tour starts?” Thomas asks one evening, and you can’t do anything about it, he smiles at you sweetly, and you can just give in. Before he can take the box from you, Vic already took it out of your hand.
“Ladies first,” she says and grins at a confused Thomas. Takes an envelope, looks at it and then at you, “This isn’t too bad. Create your own Cocktails.”
“Sounds like fun,” Ethan says. You can see Thomas taking the little envelope of Vic and pocketing it. “We could make it a challenge and only use things we already have here.”
In the evening you’re all in the kitchen, looking at different bottles of alcohol, other bottles, fruit, some random boba pearls in too many flavours Thomas has stacked away in his cabinets, juices and mixers, edible glitter you used for baking a while ago, some random stuff Thomas puts out with a shrug. It’s fun, seeing what everyone else is doing, trying random stuff for yourself, Ethan and you both drawn to the boba pearls, and everyone laughing at Thomas and the monstrous thing he creates.
By the end of the evening, you have four cocktails. Some are more enjoyable than others but no one is saying it. There’s Ethan’s coffee cocktail - you laughed earlier when he was brewing coffee, cooling it down, trying to find the perfect mix of coffee and Kahlua and finishing it off with some tapioca boba and milk. You saw him sniffing the milk that came out of Thomas’ fridge longer than is normal, Thomas looking at him offended in return. It tastes nice, but Vic announces it is nothing special. There’s your own cocktail, it shimmers and it’s way too sweet, especially for Thomas who’s wrinkling his nose. It’s prosecco, jasmine tea, rose syrup, too much glitter - your hand slipped for a second, lychee bubbles and strawberry boba that’s shaped into little hearts. Ethan seems to enjoy it more than the other two but Thomas’ finger poking you is getting you out of your thoughts. He delicately has one of the strawberry hearts between his teeth and you’re happily kissing the sweetness off his lips, taking the heart off him with your tongue.
Then there’s Thomas’ cocktail that looks intimidating to everyone, even to Thomas himself. No one wants to take the first sip until you show mercy. You don’t know how Thomas always does it but the texture has you shuddering. If you would take another sip, you are sure you would go off the walls or won’t sleep. It’s the mix of the coffee he stole of Ethan, the vanilla coke and the chocolate liqueur. There’s something alcoholic you can’t place and a slight hint of banana as an aftertaste, you shudder again. And there’s the misplaced popcorn, that should have gone on Ethan’s cocktail you think, on top of the drink. When you try to pass it on to Ethan, he shakes his head but Vic is brave enough once again.
“This is disgusting.”
“I have done worse,” Thomas smiles at her. Nipping at his straw and slurping his cocktail, all three of you watching on in disbelief.
And then there’s Vic’s. Which just is tequila, some ice, Corona and topped off with a lime.
“I won,” Victoria says. Ethan scoffs at her. “Simple, but at least you can drink it.”
“I didn’t know this was a competition,” Thomas says.
“It’s not like you would have won against me, if I would have told you about it beforehand.”
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Tour starts again, somehow comes earlier than it felt like a few days ago, and you’re back home alone, once again. They all received their tokens from you before leaving, Thomas kissing you goodbye and Vic mumbling something that sounded like And here I was hoping you forgot about it. First you just wanted to give them at random but too many tokens you would like to be part of crossed your way, which is why you selected tokens for each of them.
It doesn’t take long, a few days, and Ethan is posting a photo of a token in your group chat - One uninterrupted afternoon nap, whatever happens.
I am cashing this in, I’m tired!!!! Don’t annoy me.
Later Ethan is sending you a photo from bed. He has a cup of tea and the book he packed to read on tour.
Thanks for giving me a break from the chaos these two are causing!
A few hours later, Vic is sending you a photo. It shows Ethan snoozing, sleep mask over his eyes, but there’s also Thomas next to him, rolled up as small as possible in Ethan’s arms. Slumbering blissfully as well.
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“Thomas,” Ethan sighs, “you really have to clean this. I can’t clean up after you in every hotel we step foot in.”
He looks up from his phone, isn’t saying anything but then wanders over to his suitcase and puts a tiny envelope into Ethan’s hands.
“Any household chore done for you,” Ethan reads and he sighs. Thomas picking the little envelope out of his hand again. “You want me to clean here and pack your suitcase, don’t you?”
He still isn’t speaking, smoking at the window, but nodding his head. It doesn’t take Ethan too long, Thomas is chaotic and it looks shit but most of it just needs folding and some things have to make acquaintance with the bin but nothing worse than that.
“Are you okay?”
Thomas just mumbles a Thank you against Ethan’s shoulder when he hugs him and Ethan leaves it at that.
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Vic puts a token into the chat on a concert free day.
One day of no complaints or reminders.
Ethan and Thomas both text you, upset and displeased. It’s quite comical to witness and a reason why you handed it to them. Funnier when you aren’t involved in this one.
Boys, it’s just for a day! You can make it!
By the end of the day, you yourself aren’t sure if you will make it through the whole day. Instead of complaining to Vic, the boys complain to you. A lot, and you understand. Vic is using her power with them not being allowed to talk back or complain about her demands. Ethan loses it when she asks him for a foot massage, he isn’t doing it, Thomas doesn’t mind and takes over. But he loses it a few hours later when she demands to deal with some stuff for her, and to listen to her for the evening when they’re going out.
“Can you believe that?” Thomas snorts over the phone. “She called me a kitty and told me to behave in that sweet voice, all while she was scratching me behind my ears.”
You have to cackle, you’re sure he purred, but Thomas groans - he doesn’t sound happy.
“What was the problem, Thom?”
“She did it in front of Damiano and Ethan…. In a car with someone driving who I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry,” you sigh, “That wasn’t okay of her. The day is over soon, Tho and tomorrow you can tell her to piss off.”
“I don’t want to go out now,” he admits. Something else is behind this statement, at least you have the feeling but he isn’t saying more.
After you hang up, you call Vic.
“I know, no complaining,” you start and once again you sigh, “but … You’re taking it a bit far, don’t you?”
“But it’s so fun to see them suffer,” she laughs.
“Fair enough. But could you … could you not do that with Thomas again without asking him first. Or not in front of people, that’s his limit and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t cross that.”
“Yes, okay, sure.” Victoria’s voice is small. “He looked fine, he could have told me.”
“Vic, we both know when he isn’t allowed to do something, he won’t if he can avoid it and …,” you smile, “You know his brain stops working when you’re scratching behind his ears.”
“I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with it,” Vic admits. “I know he likes it when it’s only us, I won’t do it again in front of people. I … I somehow never think about Thomas’ limits, I need to change that, I know but he also never talks about it, I know that isn’t making it better, I should know better. You don’t have to tell me, I know that’s bad, actually it’s horrible, thanks for calling me out on it.”
Vic apologised to me
It’s what Thomas texts you a while later and you finally feel like you can go to bed without everyone ending up in a fight.
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The next morning there’s another picture in the chat, it came from Ethan. It’s the blank token you gave him.
I would like Thomas to tell me why he’s upset lately
You would like to know as well, you feel relieved that you aren’t the only one thinking something is off with him.
Nothings wrong
It’s only two words but it’s two words and you know he’s lying. He only picks the phone up after you try to call a third time, he rejects the video.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Can you turn on your camera? I just want to talk, we can talk about something else if you want to.”
He looks dishevelled and tired. A bit too tired, even for Thomas’ standards.
“Did you sleep well?”
He shakes his head: “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Did you sleep the night before?” You’re worried about him.
Again he shakes his head, he doesn’t look at you.
“Thom?”
“I can’t sleep,” he bites his lips, “I don’t want to sleep alone, it sucks.”
“Honey.” You know Ethan and Vic would be there but you also know they wouldn’t just climb into Thomas’ bed. It’s the first tour after you figured things out between the four of you, after Thomas admitted that him staring at Ethan and having thoughts beyond friendship and the one time he dreamt of Vic holding him down might deserve an honest conversation. They are part of it when you want but he’s yours, they respect that. It must be tough for Thomas, he struggles. And it must be even harder having them with him and still staring at the ceiling not having anyone next to him. “You can tell them, you don’t have to sleep alone.”
During the evening Ethan asks you, if you’re okay with them sleeping in Thomas’ bed, without you. You are, there’s nothing you could have against it when it makes him feel better. There’s just one rule you set, no sex with Thomas in any way, you don’t care what Vic and Ethan do with each other. Ethan asks if he can cuddle. You imagine that he laughs when he reads your I am not a fucking monster. Just no sex, not with Thomas on top or as a bottom, especially not the second. It makes you squeezy, you are open to renegotiate at a later time but now you don’t feel comfortable. But cuddling, he can have all the cuddles he wants to have.
Victoria and Ethan both end up in Thomas’ bed. They are watching a film, while you’re out for wine with a friend. Ethan sends you a pic of Thomas sleeping in Vic’s arms after midnight and your heart is a little bit lighter again.
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The Italian leg of the tour comes around faster than you thought. Thomas catches you when you jump into his arms. You took the time to go to two concerts, there’s nothing better than to see them live. To see Thomas doing what he loves, what brings him joy and how it puts that huge grin on his face. There’s nothing better.
“It’s time to redeem this token,” Vic says after the show in Milan, “Night at your favourite nightclub, maybe this box isn’t a box of horrors after all.”
You’re all getting ready in Vic’s hotel room, Vic having fun doing Thomas’ and your make up, she puts glitter eyeshadow on Thomas’ eyelids and you might love her a little bit more for it. Ethan already opened a bottle of prosecco while Victoria tells you which club she wants to go to, she puts some pink-coral-toned red lipstick on Thomas’ lips.
“Are you for real?” He furrows his brows at her. “That’s the best club you can choose?”
“My token,” she grins at him, “my choice.”
Ethan and you roll your eyes while they bicker like a couple that has been together for the past twenty years, married, divorced and remarried again. They are still having a go when you reach the club almost an hour later. You take Ethan on the dancefloor with you.
“A day without them having a quarrel with each other,” Ethan laughs - putting his hands on your waist, “And they would die.”
Thomas turns up behind you, kissing your neck: “That’s not the best club,” he grumbles into your ear.
“You can still have fun and now you’re dancing with me, doesn’t matter where that is,” Vic is squeezing herself between Ethan and you, “Usually you don’t care, you can always have fun.”
Ethan sighs and gets something out of his jeans pocket, you can see it’s a token and you have to laugh. You know what he’s going about to do.
“You leave me no other choice,” he clears his throat and reads: “You win the argument. Wanted to keep this to for one of your fights but it’s enough, I win the argument, clubs are shit, no matter what. And now behave and have fun.”
You dance the night away, you watch Vic dancing with Thomas, Thomas climbing on a table, Ethan kissing him. He dances with you, the glitter looks adorable on him when he leans down to kiss you. And you only stumble out of the club when they kick you out hours later.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Vic asks.
Thomas kisses her while holding Ethan’s and your hand.
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Thomas sends you a voice message when you’re back home again.
“We noticed something. Did you take any of the tokens?” You press pause, you’re surprised. You made the tokens, they aren’t for you. “We know you made them, but you should take some as well, just some. It should be fun for you as well and we’re insufferable, I know, but it’s fun, even with all the complaining, really. I don’t think any of us said that yet. And I just want you to have some for yourself. I am gonna give my token to you, you can use it whenever you want. You get some flowers. You can’t say no by the way, it’s yours now.”
He’s the sweetest, you think. And you love flowers, he knows, which makes it even sweeter.
I would love some flowers, Maso!
The next morning there’s a little ivy plant in front of your door. A bouquet of white and rosa flowers with some green eucalyptus twigs strown in. And a lovely bouquet of dried wildflowers. It has a note on them: Love you! I know you like to keep them but the other one was catching my eye as well. Thom
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You can’t wait for Thomas to come home, for them to come home. It's been two months since Milan and now you are the one who can’t sleep alone. When they are all together in bed with you again, Thomas hugging you close, it’s better again. You missed them.
“I still have this token from tour,” Vic says in the morning - you almost forgot about it, “One day without the others most annoying habit. Finally I can have a day with all of you but Thomas is shutting up.”
Thomas and you are both looking at her, you furrow your brows - Ethan looks at you with a little bit of concern.
“But …”
Vic shakes her head: “No talking, Thomas.”
During the morning it works, you’re in bed, he cuddles up to you, bumps his nose against your skin. He gets his head scratched and scratches behind the ears before he starts purring happily on your stomach and then on Ethan’s chest. He avoids Vic, he looks at her carefully from time to time but if any of you looks at him then, he turns his head back.
“Hey,” you try to get his attention when Vic is leaving to have a shower, “This isn’t a punishment, okay?”
He only shrugs, pretending not to care but you know he does. He watches something on his phone, while Ethan reads a book next to you - glasses low on his nose, and you write in your notebook. The next time you look, Thomas fell asleep.
When you’re all sitting for dinner in a restaurant, Vic is the only one talking. Ethan is too busy studying the menu to care. You’re too distracted looking at every little gesture and facial expressions Thomas shows and when she asks you something directly, you just shrug. Vic snorts, but you can see the tiny smile appearing on Thomas’ face.
“Anyone?” Vic looks at all of you.
Thomas raises his hand and Vic looks at him expectantly but he isn’t saying anything.
“God, please talk. Please!”
He takes his phone from the table and types:
I’m sure you can beg better and a bit longer
Ethan and you have to laugh, so loud that some people look at you.
“Thomas, please. Everything, just talk, god that was a shit idea.”
Everything?
“Everything. Just talk, please.”
“Okay,” he grins, “My turn to talk and you can shut up and I might have another idea.”
He winks. And Ethan and you laugh again.
Later Victoria follows you when you go to the bathroom: “I fucked up again, didn’t I?”
“Not talking out of context is like a punishment for him.” You look at her through the mirror. “He needs context, Vic. And we need to talk, all of us actually, we need some ground rules and limits. I don’t want him to think, he can’t share a bed with you on tour again or Ethan thinking he can’t touch him when I’m not around, and I made this box to have fun.”
“Okay. Ground rules and limits.”
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Thomas is the next one who draws a token out of the box.
Movie marathon - Your choice of films
“I’m getting the snacks and drinks,” Thomas says and looks at you, “But you can choose the movies.”
In the end, you can’t decide. You’re overthinking it, Thomas tells you to chill, no one will judge you for your choice of films. That’s why you go for your favourite childhood movie, Thomas’ favourite film and after snooping around the favourite films of Ethan and Victoria. By the end of the evening, you’re picking popcorn that Vic threw at him out of Thomas’ hair.
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“Thomas,” you aren’t annoyed but you’re running around like a headless chicken cleaning around him, “Could you at least vacuum?”
“Hmmm.” He gives you something and you groan, you almost forgot that you gave that to him. “Next time.”
Any household chore done for you.
“It’s our turn to clean up,” Ethan says a few days later after dinner. Vic helped you cook pasta earlier, and the boys will clear the table before you move to the couch for a lazy evening in. “Thomas?”
You furrow your brows when he gives a token to him, Ethan also raises his eyebrows. But Victoria is the one speaking up: “You used that on me three times already.”
“On me as well,” Ethan says.
“And you only gave that to me not even a week ago.”
He looks at you sheepishly and pouts.
“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Ethan comments.
Thomas still smiles, there’s a blush creeping up his throat for being called out but then he turns over another token to you.
Get out of trouble, no questions asked.
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“What is the token?” Vic asks him. “You went a bit pale.”
Ethan takes it out of Thomas’ hand: “One wild fantasy fulfilled.”
“Thomas' wild fantasy is probably having dinner under the eiffel tower or some shit,” Vic jokes.
You can see how he swallows heavily. And you know it’s nothing like what Vic imagines at this moment.
“No … no panties for you,” he steps closer to you and you just nod, “when we go out.”
“Uhhhh, interesting.” Vic’s eyes light up.
The day comes sooner than you think it would arrive. One morning you’re already dressed when Thomas comes out of the shower, only a towel around his hips, and looks you over. That he puts one of his hands down your tights isn’t too surprising, that he rubs you through your panties until you can feel yourself getting wet isn’t either. But then he’s getting you out of your tights.
“Thom, we don’t have time to fuck.” You’re supposed to meet Vic and Ethan for a shopping trip and a day out, and you’re already running late, thanks to Thomas’ talent for oversleeping.
“Oh, don’t worry, we aren’t fucking.” He frees you from your panties as well. “Open your mouth for me.”
When you woke up a few hours ago you wouldn’t have thought that today is the day where Thomas would use your own panties as a gag on you while he feels you up and then starts fingering you without warning. You grab onto his hair to have some kind of stability but your legs are violently shaking. Just before you cum, he stops, it’s almost a ruined orgasm and you mewl around the panties in your mouth. Sometimes you forget that he can be much more cruel than Ethan and much cruller than Vic expects him to be.
“Don’t think you will need them today.” He takes the panties out of your mouth and kisses you sweetly. You put your tights back on while Thomas rummages through the wardrobe naked and then gets dressed, you try not to stare too obviously. “You ready?”
You aren’t ready at all.
Thomas and Ethan are in the seats in front of the car, while Vic is in the back with you. She’s almost sitting on top of you, letting her fingers wander. Over your knees, up your thighs, Thomas is smiling at you wolfishly through the rearview mirror. And then Vic’s hand is in your tights before you can stop her, there’s no obstacle of more fabric in her way and you whimper.
Vic smiles: “You already got her wet.”
“No touching,” Thomas scolds her, “That goes for both of you and for you.”
Whereas you nod obediently, Vic and Ethan try to question his authority but Vic pulls her hand back and lets the elastic of your tights snap back onto your skin, you yelp.
Shopping always is a blast with them, you almost forget that you aren’t dressed appropriately and about the wetness between your legs. Sometimes, when Thomas puts his hand a bit too low on your hips, you have to swallow. But then Vic puts a silly hat on Thomas’ head and you have to laugh instead.
Somehow Thomas shoves you into a fitting room, all three of you. It’s cramped but before anyone even has the chance to complain about it, Thomas already pushes you against Ethan and both of you against the wall and then he’s on his knees. He deliberately pushes down your tights and he looks at you with big eyes before his head ends up under your skirt. You can’t stop the moan that follows when he starts to lick and Ethan heavily breathing into your ear. Your consciousness tells you that you’re way too loud for such a tiny space but you can’t bring yourself to stop. On the contrary, it feels like you are losing your mind when Thomas licks through your folds and presses his wet lips to your clit now and then. You’re only getting louder - until Ethan puts his hand over your mouth and you can just pant.
There’s someone clearing their throat in front of the fitting room: “Everything okay in here?”
“Yes,” Vic answers happily and to your shock even pulls back the curtain a little bit to pop her head out. Your only comfort is that the curtains are floor-length, so the store assistant can’t see Thomas on his knees, you still blush furiously and gasp into Ethan’s hand when Thomas sloppily presses his tongue deeper. “My friend has a busted arm, I’m just helping her with some tops. I hope that is okay?”
“Sure, please let me know if you need any help.”
As soon as you hear how the footsteps are getting more distant, you cum all over Thomas’ face. You can hear him laugh under your skirt. When he emerges again, he cleans his face, Ethan cleans his hand but when you take the tissues from Ethan, Thomas takes them away from you again. Maybe Thomas looks more fucked then you when you leave the store, he’s dishevelled, lips swollen, and a clear outline in his tight jeans which he partially tries to hide under his coat and partially doesn’t give a fuck about. You’re only ruining your tights and your mind is racing, maybe you don’t look any better.
You’re grateful that the restaurant you go to later isn’t anything fancy. The waiter doesn’t look at any of you twice, just wants your orders, a photo with Vic while ignoring Ethan and Thomas and then he pisses off again. Waiting for food is a test of patience for you, you’re hungry, and Thomas dipping his fingers under your skirt from time to time almost has you jump. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom but when you look at yourself in the mirror Vic is standing behind you, she’s dragging you into one of the cubicles wordlessly.
The kiss you’re sharing has you gasp for air. Vic easily guides your hand into her underwear, she doesn’t have to tell you what to do or what she wants. Your fingers find their way into her pussy easily, finding a rhythm, you moan into her mouth when she slips her hand into your tights in return.
“No … no touch-,” you moan again, “Thomas said no touching.”
“Can’t see him anywhere,” she laughs but she seems to see your pleading eyes, “Don’t worry, he was really happy about the idea. Just be good and make me cum, honey.”
You know how to touch her, you know how to move your fingers in her, how deep you have to go for her, which rhythm she likes - you know how to get her off. How she will always moan loudly when someone sucks at her collarbone - Thomas, Ethan or today you. She only needs soft pressure to her clit and then she cums, moaning into your mouth. Her fingers are still playing with you when you try to pull back.
“Vic,” you whimper, “please let me cum.”
“No,” she smiles at you sweetly, “Thomas said no.”
“Pleeease,” you beg, “please, Vic.”
“That isn’t my decision.” But she gets out her phone and you can hear Thomas’ voice not even a few seconds later. “Someone has a question for you.”
“Please.” Vic is moving her fingers in you faster. “Can I cum, please, god, I need to …”
“No.” You know he says it with a smile even when you can’t see him. “Only when I want you to.”
“I love when he is like this,” Victoria whispers into your ear after hanging up.
Thomas kisses your nose sweetly when you’re sitting back next to him.
For some reason Ethan is the one who wants to go dancing, it’s so suspicious that you think it’s Thomas’ idea after all. The club is dark and you’re dancing between Ethan and Thomas, Thomas lightening himself a cigarette without care. The beat is vibrating through your veins, it’s loud, Ethan has his lips against your neck. They both take your hands, dragging and pushing you at the same time until you end up in a small room with a couch on which Ethan takes a seat. It’s not like that they were people all around you making out a few seconds ago, and doing worse than fucking. You wouldn’t have had a problem for Ethan showing you off like this, but this is Thomas’ game. Not Ethan’s, and certainly not yours.
Thomas is undressing you slowly and to your surprise fully. He kisses along your neckline up to your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on the shell. His hands caressing your hips, then your thighs and you whimper.
“I think it’s Ethan’s turn.”
You don’t need another invitation, Ethan is sitting on the sofa, his jeans and his briefs partially pulled down. He’s soft with you, helps you getting on top of him, kisses your hair. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear while Thomas watches your every move. You whimper even more when his dick stretches you out, how he finds a slow but no less torturing rhythm. You moan into the kiss he gives you. For the thousands time your head spins today and it spins even more when you think about Victoria and the girl she vanished with, a girl she will make cum, while you’re still going to be denied.
“Please,” you whimper again but you lose your train of thought when Ethan bucks his hips up into you and Thomas steps behind you, pinching your nipples. “Please.”
“No, honey, no.” Thomas coughs sweetly and pinches your nipples harder. “I promise, I’ll make it hurt when you cum. I’ll ruin it for you.”
Ethan cums with a loud groan and you lose your mind completely.
“I’m gonna clean you up when we’re home,” Thomas says and kisses you between your shoulder blades.
He does make good on his promise when you’re home, Vic in tow again - her smile satisfied. Your eyes roll back on their own accord when Thomas cleans you with a warm wet washcloth. It’s too much, but at the same time not enough. You’re already overstimulated but you still can’t cum. It doesn’t help that Thomas has you in front of the bathroom mirror and that you can see yourself.
“Please … let me … please.”
He laughs, you can hear, you can see it through the mirror. How are you this in love is the only question in your mind for a few seconds until Vic and Ethan enter the bathroom as well.
“No,” he still laughs, “I told you, if you’re even thinking about it, I’ll ruin your orgasm.”
Almost you say fuck it, you want to see what happens, you want to know how it feels. Thomas sometimes threatens you with it but you never misbehaved as much to have him do it. The thought comes and goes when he presses himself against your body and you realise that he cleaned you up just to fuck you again.
Your brain is in overdrive, there’s no way to calm yourself down. Thomas isn’t letting you. Ethan and Vic are watching, he has her in his arms. Your sanity suspends when Thomas enters you. Your fingers tighten around the bathroom sink, just to anchor yourself to something. His groan is loud and too close to your ear. And Ethan and Vic make it their challenge to make you cum while Thomas still tells you no. Vic is going down on her knees, licking over your clit, Ethan is kissing you. And everything drives you crazy. But in the end Thomas’ no still rings louder in your head than anything around you. He holds you up and then everything stops, Thomas cumming over your thighs, he kisses you behind your ear. He cleans you up again and Ethan carries you to bed, you are sure your legs wouldn’t have worked.
Thomas caresses your back, kisses you, just holds you in his arms until he falls asleep. You can hear the evenly breathing of all of them all around you. His heartbeat under your ear. But you still … You still want to cum. If you wouldn’t be so sure to wake him up from it, you would use Thomas’ thigh. You yelp in surprise when Thomas catches your hand between your legs and looks at you out of wide eyes.
“What do you think you're doing?”
“Please.”
“Come here,” he gets his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself against him without thinking, “When you cum, you’ll cum as many times as I want you to, okay?”
“Yes, just …” You whimper and it just washes over you. You crash and then you crash down on Thomas who holds you close.
“And now again.”
.#####.
“Your turn,” Thomas shoves the box in front of Ethan’s face.
“Oh, nice.” He turns it over - it’s blank.
“Why is he getting all of them?” Vic is looking at you.
“Luck?” You shrug.
“I want to plant a fig tree.”
You doubt that any of you has a clue how to plant a fig tree but Ethan looks happy with his choice. You already see yourself washing dirt out of Thomas’ hair.
.#####.
“How about we all get a token for the weekend and try to combine them with each other?” Thomas says one Wednesday evening. They are off for the weekend and it’s the perfect opportunity.
Thomas picks an envelope but Vic takes it out of his hand before he can open it: “My one, thank you. Uhhhhhhh, massage night. I’m up for that.”
Ethan picks next and reads it to you: “Weekend getaway to a destination of your choice. That’s nice, we will take my car, and I’ll drive, that’s my only condition.”
“Shotgun, I’m sitting in front!” Vic looks at him. “No way, I’m putting my legs in the back of that convertible.”
“Okay, now you.” Thomas passes the box to you. You want to protest but they all shake their heads at you.
“Back kisses.”
“Wonderful, and now me.” Thomas picks the last envelope before putting it back where it lives on the windowsill. “A post sex snack. Nom, that’s better than a massage.”
“You’re just greedy for food,” Vic laughs. “Where are you carrying us off to?”
“Alberobello.”
“Albe-what?”
“Alberobello, Thom,” you say, “I want to go there. I said I want to see the trulli houses and I want to go to Lecce to the botanical garden and I want to see Martina Franca.”
Thomas blinks at you: “Okay, how about we start tomorrow, go to Alberobello, stay there for a night and then stay in some town?”
That’s what you do, the next day all four of you scramble into Ethan’s car. You marvel over the architecture, take photos of the houses and silly photos of Ethan who seems the only one to care. Victoria and Thomas are sitting on a bench in the sun, drinking Aperol. Someone carefully approaches them and asks for a photo. You stay for the night and Vic gets her token out.
“Massage time.”
“I definitely have to massage Thom’s nose with suncream.” There’s a sunburn blooming on his face. “Or at least some aftersun, you will look like a crab by Sunday otherwise.”
“You can nurse him,” Vic laughs, “Ethan can take care of my back.”
Ethan is sitting on Victoria’s thighs, massaging her shoulders, sometimes dipping lower to her waist, she’s blissfully sighing. On the other side of the bed you’re taking care of Thomas’ nose and his face, there’s no blissful sighing, he looks like he’s being tortured. His mood changes when you scratch behind his ears, his eyes flutter shut and he hums. After a while Ethan and you switch places. You massage Vic’s back, Ethan massages Thomas’ shoulder. Vic is pushing you down between her legs after a while, you can hear Thomas’ breath hitch before there’s a loud whimper. You can’t see, Vic holding you down, but the next morning there’s a massive bite mark where his throat meets his shoulder.
Friday you spend in Martina Franca, this time you put suncream on Thomas before leaving the house. Ethan and you are restlessly wandering around the city, ancient walls around you. There’s too much to see, too many photos to take, food to try, you stopped counting the amount of drinks Thomas and Vic already had. They giggle when you’re visiting a Basilica and at Ethan and you looking at the ceiling. Too many narrow streets to walk, Thomas finds some traditional cured ham that he’s munching next to you while you take a photo of Ethan who is leaning down to Vic. You just fall into bed when night comes.
Lecce is a beautiful baroque town. More narrow streets, another Basilica that took 200 years to build as Ethan and you learn, more food, more drinks, the botanical garden you want to see. At one point Thomas just sits down and refuses to walk another step, you can only coax him with the promise of getting lasagna for dinner. You took a photo of an angel on one of the walls. Another one of Thomas kissing it hands, and Vic jumping his back. Ethan is immersed in the tourist guide book but you can hear him laugh.
“I want my back kisses now,” you say even before your head hits the pillows of the hotel bed. Waiting isn’t your strong suit, and luckily you don’t have to wait, Thomas’ hands are freeing you from your dress and then your bra. His lips on your shoulders, Vic’s on your lower back, Ethan’s somewhere in-between. Thomas sucks a love bite into your skin, Vic biting and Ethan licking over the skin she bit mere seconds ago. You don’t know who initiates it but you end up on your back, Thomas on top of you - between your legs, Vic playing with your nipples and Ethan’s hands on Thomas’ hips. Everything's a blur, even when you cum, until he crashes down on you, panting and heaving, still in you.
“Snack?” You can hear Ethan whispering into his ear and Vic giggles.
“I want chicken nuggets.”
“That’s not a snack,” Vic reminds him but Thomas doesn’t care.
“That counts as a snack for me.”
He rolls you around until he can kiss your back again.
.#####.
“I would take one, if that’s okay?” Ethan looks at you and Thomas. You’re sure Vic would raise her eyebrows if she were there. You nod your head. “One Knock-Your-Off-Your-Feet Kiss. Exactly what I need right now, can I cash this in with everyone of you?”
“No.”
Thomas immediately shuts up when you both look at him: “I don’t think, you have any right to say that, Mr. I’m using this token until I drop dead.”
“Good,” he gets closer to Thomas’ face, “I’m starting here.”
You have seen them kiss before but it’s breathtaking. Thomas leans into every of Ethan’s movements, his hands tangled up in Ethan’s hair and Ethan pulling his hair in return. Thomas’ eyes are closed, there’s a tiny bit of spit on his chin and you can hear him moan into Ethan’s mouth. It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t get you hot and bothered.
Your kiss happens a few hours later when you’re both on the balcony. Ethan is smoking and then he’s pulling you close, cigarette still in hand. Where with Thomas he was still careful to not scare him aware, he isn’t with you. His tongue is everywhere where you want it and you finally kiss back. You know, Thomas isn’t busy with his phone anymore.
Ethan gets his kiss from Vic a few evenings later. And Thomas and you are both staring.
.#####.
Your choice of date night.
Thomas is delighted when he reads it to you. You step on Vic’s foot when she says something that sounds like You should’ve taken this one out as well. Somehow she thinks it’s the worst thing to have Thomas plan a date night, but you know it’ll be nice and still chill, he just puts more thought into it.
You kiss his cheek when he gives you some flowers on the evening of the date.
“Giving you some flowers, would be like throwing money out of the window,” he says to Vic but gives her a bottle of wine before he gives some flowers to Ethan as well. “Looking at you, I am hilariously underdressed.”
It’s as chill as you thought it would be, he takes you to a small but not too fancy restaurant. He doesn’t complain when it’s time to pay, he gets Vic some gelato when she’s whining. And you’re watching a film in some outdoor cinema, hidden in the back, so no one of them is drawing any attention, before heading home.
.#####.
Vic takes a token out of the box without anyone bullying her into it one weekend. Which earns her some comments out of Thomas’ direction.
“Paint something together.” She smiles at you and wiggles her eyebrows, “You could have just asked, this doesn’t involve body paint by any chance?”
Ethan rolls his eyes and Thomas giggles.
“No,” you smile back, “painting on a canvas.”
“Can I just fling paint at it?” Thomas asks but he looks interested.
You should have known that he would fling paint at everything that moves, including you, as well.
.#####.
Spend a whole day in bed.
It’s almost funny that Ethan draws this one as well. It would have been the perfect one for Thomas but he didn’t get this or the one for a nap. You aren’t sure if he really pouts or if you imagine it. Luckily Ethan is taking everyone to bed with him, he reads, immersed into another world. Vic is listening to music, scrolling her phone, poking Thomas’ side when she gets bored. You’re listening to the video Thomas is watching on his laptop while embroidering but you’re thinking about knitting a beanie for Thomas - like a grandma Vic would say. And not even ten minutes into the day, Thomas is out. He falls asleep on Ethan’s stomach, Ethan mindlessly scratching his head and playing with strands of his hair.
“Does this include dinner in bed?” Thomas asks yawning when he opens his eyes again.
.#####.
Thomas and you are both alone when he picks another envelope out of the box. There’s one with a bend, you’re sure you know which token it is but Thomas isn’t getting the hint when you put it directly under his nose.
“Ugh,” he says, “Can I take a different one?”
You shouldn’t allow it but he looks at you with puppy eyes. You want him to get the bend one, you choose it with Thomas in mind from the beginning. That’s why you take the envelope from him and give him the other one: “Here, that one is better.”
“Is this because you’re keeping the blank ones from me?”
“You …”
“Yes, I know,” he shrugs, “I … The only funny thing is that Vic isn’t getting them either.”
“Mysterious,” you smile at him. The truth is, you trust Ethan to be responsible with them. “Open your token, Maso. I’m sure it’s a good one.”
“Watching the sunrise and sunset on the same day,” he reads - his hands shake a little bit, “Oh my god, that’s perfect. Can we do that somewhere at the beach?”
“There’s a token for a beach picnic somewhere in here.”
He looks at you pleadingly again, you skim through the envelope until you find the token.
Picnic at the beach.
“You know this is cheating,” Thomas laughs at you. You don’t care, as long as it makes him happy. “Can we do this alone? I want to spend some time with you, without the dickheads.”
Victoria is happy to get out of the whole thing, no questions asks, only the plea to Thomas to not send her pictures of the fucking sun. Ethan doesn’t complain, somehow he still ends up in the supermarket with you when you have a grocery run for your beach picnic. Thomas goes crazy, it’s on brand but Ethan still looks confused.
“Is he about to buy the whole place?” Ethan asks you.
You don’t even have time to answer: “Do you think I could afford that?”
“I guess?” He looks around. “It’s small, so they don’t have that much inventory but … before I give you silly ideas, that’s a lot of perishable food, Thom.”
There’s no doubt that you’ll have enough food for the next week when you step out of the supermarket again.
For once Thomas is awake when he has to, yawning but vibrating with excitement so much that he doesn’t care about the tiredness. It’s still dark outside and you’re happy that he agreed to driving, you fall asleep for most of the ride.
You’re happy that Thomas knows his secluded beach spots, you’ll be alone for most of the day. You’re still half asleep when the sun rises, you don’t stop him when he sends a photo to Vic and captions it with The fucking sun. By the evening you have the second bottle of wine between your legs, Thomas smokes and you couldn’t be happier when you lean your head on his shoulder and the sun goes down.
.#####.
Vic is crinkling her nose looking at the token she got out of the envelope: “This sucks.”
“Why?”
“Can I put it back and take a different one?”
No one answers her, but Ethan takes the token out of her hand: “That isn’t bad,” he says, “One screen free evening - no phones.”
“That is hell,” Vic corrects him, “I can’t do that, I’ll miss something.”
“We could go out for dinner,” Thomas suggests - he might be feeling bad for her drawing the token he put back, “or have some drinks, go out for the night, go to a concert. Fuck, if that helps.”
“Can we do all of that?”
After the third time Vic is reaching for her phone, Ethan takes it away from her.
“But I’ll miss something,” she complains.
“Yes, you’re missing what’s going on around you,” he says, “Believe me you can have a conversation with us without clinging to that.”
“But what is the time? We’re gonna be late to ....”
Ethan looks at his watch: “It’s quarter to eight.”
“Good that we have someone sophisticated enough to wear a watch in our midst,” Thomas jokes and Ethan pockets Vic’s phone under loud protest coming from her.
When you’re laying next to her in bed, heavily breathing, hours later, she fumbles for her phone again. Thomas catches her wrist: “What do you possibly need your phone for now? Do you want to tweet how much you love my dick?”
“You would love that.” Ethan and you snort, but Victoria doesn’t stop there. “Next time you can blow yourself.”
“I might just do that.”
“Careful,” Ethan interferes in the conversation and puts his hand on Thomas’ throat - you can see him swallow, “Don’t promise me anything you can’t deliver. You know how that ends, kitten, don’t you?”
Thomas swallows again and nods.
“That might be more interesting than my phone.”
.#####.
The seasons are slowly changing from summer to autumn when Ethan picks the next token, and this time he’s delighted while Victoria and Thomas already roll their eyes and high five each other.
“Antique market and thrift store shopping,” he reads, “I decide how we use this, right? I want some decor and have a look around for some books.”
“Some weird lamps again, perhaps?”
Thomas laughs about Vic’s joke but Ethan’s gaze is shutting him up.
“You’re all going to accompany me,” he announces and Victoria rolls her eyes once again.
“It can’t be that bad, right?” you whisper to Thomas.
He looks at you amused: “You clearly are underestimating the amount of weird shit Ethan is into.”
You know hours later when Thomas is carrying around some of Vic’s purchases and Ethan is still looking at some antique clothes racks. Thomas seems to give up on life when you enter a shop for antique clocks. His hands are shaking, and you suspect it’s the cut off of nicotine as he chain smoked the whole mid-morning. It doesn’t surprise you when he wanders outside to light another one.
“How many clocks can he look at?” Vic asks when she joins you outside.
.#####.
They are releasing a new single, you know that they’re excited but that means a few weeks on your own again while they are on a promo tour. It eases you that you talked about stuff like this a few months ago.
“You should take one,” Vic says and gives you the box.
Board Game Night.
Not the best thing to do on your own, you think sarcastically. Thomas seems to see the annoyance on your face.
“We can have one online when we’re gone,” he says, “and then we can have another one when we’re all together? You can choose all the games.”
When the time comes, they are all on their laptops in their own hotel rooms - you’re grateful for it, that you’re all on your own and it isn’t only you. You play Monopoly for hours and Vic is the first one to accuse Thomas of cheating when he wins. He does that when you play at home, taking money out of the bank when he thinks no one looks at him, somehow having a house or a hotel on one of his streets where the last time you looked was none. It got so bad one time that Victoria announced she would rather piss herself than leaving Thomas unattended or even out of her eyesight with the board. Board game nights were usually them bickering and Ethan and you picking up the pieces afterwards, but after every night they swore that they loved it. Sometimes the competitive aspect just turned their heads in. You can’t wait for the game night in person after everyone says their goodbyes and Thomas blows you a kiss.
Could we puzzle?
No!
No!!!!
You didn’t expect anything different from Vic and Thomas. He lacks the concentration for it and Vic admitted it drives her insane. At least they can hate something together, you giggle to yourself.
YES!
On the other hand Ethan was always up for a night in with a puzzle.
You two think puzzle mats are the best invention of the century. You shouldn’t have a vote in this.
Somehow Vic seems to have forgotten that you can choose every game you want, and you want to puzzle.
It’s the best, go die mad about it. Anything in mind?
You send a link to a puzzle with 42.000 pieces. It’s more of a joke but at the same it’s a dream.
Noted
Wait what? That’s against the geneva convention and my human rights!!!!!!
You’re a bit dramatic, Thomas.
Do you want me dead or something?
Victoria and Thomas try to argue that a puzzle technically isn’t a board game but they both take defeat when you remind them that Thomas said everything you want, their opinion on the matter doesn’t count. It’s fun, for once Vic and Thomas are helping each other without noticing it. Vic takes Thomas’ hand when she sees that he’s getting frustrated with himself and how he loses focus. Thomas helps her looking for the piece she’s missing when she groans. And Ethan and you are looking at each other knowingly, smiling.
.#####.
The next is one of Vic’s token again, and this time she’s happy about it.
“Dress up for dinner and dancing or a movie at home,” she grins, “This is gonna be a party, you’re all gonna dress up pretty for me and we’re going to decorate this place. I want a mirror ball.”
You don’t question it but Ethan gets her the desired mirror ball, he goes so far to order some buffet style catering and turns up in a fancy suit. Vic is dressed in a fancy short dress, your dress isn’t showing as much but it’s fancy enough. Thomas is dressed in wide suit pants, for some reason he’s barefoot, and in a shirt that’s mostly unbuttoned showing off his chest hair. If you could, you would be on your knees for all three of them but you’re sure that’s a different kind of party.
“Here,” Thomas blushes furiously when Vic puts a collar around his neck. His fingernails are digging into the skin of your hand he’s holding, “You should be thankful that I’m not putting you on a leash.”
You can see how the blush deepens.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
You can hear how she whispers to him, you’re sure that you can hear her asking if this is okay, and the grip he has on your hand loosens.
All four of you are dancing, drinking, kissing, your hand wanders into Thomas’ trousers while Vic and Ethan are whispering into his ears, he blushes and moans and then you dance again. Thomas looks a bit lost and wobbly on the legs when you get him to dance again. Until one of Thomas; neighbours threatens to call the police on you as the music is way too loud.
When you clean up a little bit, so you don’t have to do it the next day with a horrible hangover, you see that Victoria really brought a leash. It surprises you but out of fun you ask Thomas to give it back to her. He swallows, hard. But he’s still doing what you asked of him.
“Oh,” you can hear Vic laugh, “You want me to leash you?”
“Or I can spank you with it,” you see Thomas squirm on the spot when Ethan speaks, “Your choice.”
“No-none,” he almost chokes on his words, “None, please. Please. Red.”
And then you’re all three all over him, you’re kissing his face, Ethan and Vic hugging him.
“I’m proud of you, Maso.” He looks at you confused, he’s sniffing. “For knowing it’s enough and using your safeword.”
.#####.
After the party at home, you should have known how serious Ethan can take some things when he’s allowed to do so. It turns out that he can still surprise you when he gets the token Have a tasting party with a box of chocolates.
The box of chocolate is some quality chocolate but you all thought you would eat it, joke around a bit and otherwise enjoy the evening. Somehow Ethan has other plans. Every chocolate is on a tiny plate, with some tiny plagues on which he wrote what it is, some tasting notes on the side and he serves wine with it. He’s in a waistcoat, when he starts a speech which he’s reading from a handkerchief, Thomas sitting next to you loses it and snorts the wine almost through his nose. Vic is biting her lip so hard it almost starts bleeding.
“Silence,” Ethan claps into his hands, “Your undivided attention on chocolate number one, please.”
.#####.
There’s some confusion the next time around. Thomas tells you that Vic took a token but when you ask her she denies it. Problem is, you know Thomas is right, as there’s a token missing out of the box. After closer inspection you know why, someone doesn’t want to go stargazing - it’s the token missing out of the box.
Spend an evening stargazing.
“Would it help if we take a bottle of wine?” You ask her when you’re all on the couch, Thomas caressing your feet in his lap.
“We could use mine,” Ethan shrugs when you look at him, “I took someone earlier, it says Champagne and strawberries on it. I don’t know if that would help.”
“Does that somehow make stargazing more appealing to you, Vic?”
“Only if I can watch Thomas lick that champagne from your nipples.”
You sigh but Thomas all of a sudden is way more interested in the conversation than before, even stargazing didn’t have him pique up like this.
“As long as we can do that after and not in the park.”
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Thomas is next up for a token and he already blushes when he reads it, and even more when he shows it to the three of you.
You get a compliment every day for a week.
“Oh, you will blush a lot the next seven days,” Vic laughs.
There’s a range of compliments from, you’re the loveliest clown - Vic, you have the prettiest eyes - Ethan to you’re the best person to wake up in the middle of the night to go on a walk with me - you. But there’s also the compliments that make him blush like Vic predicted. All the pretty noises you make - you, the way your blush starts on your chest - Vic, the way you look when you come - Ethan.
You can see how he gets more and more flattered day by day but there’s something else. And he breaks one night when you cuddle up to him and whisper against his lips: “You’re the best and loveliest chaotic idiot to me. God, I love you.”
He squirms, he’s getting uncomfortable, he looks like he isn’t believing you.
“It’s true, I -”
You kiss him instead.
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As soon as Ethan is smirking at Vic, you’re sure that she isn’t going to like whatever he has planned.
“You choose who is boss for the day.”
“Oh, you’re choosing me, right?”
“No, I’m choosing Thomas.” He’s still smirking at her.
“What?” She looks at him. “Are you serious?”
“I thought you’re into Thomas being more bossy?” You have to laugh as well.
“In bed,” she looks at you, furious, while Thomas laughs, “With you.”
“We can arrange that,” Thomas says, “I can boss you around both.”
To no one's surprise Vic has to suffer the most under Thomas’ regime and you have to try not to giggle when she groans at him for the billionth time.
“He deserves that,” Ethan whispers to you.
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“Recreate your first date. Does that mean ours?” Thomas gestures between you and him, “Or does that mean ours?”
“What was your first date?” Ethan asks.
“We went to a museum, Thom took me to a wine bar,” you smile at the memory, “And then I fell asleep on him drunk a few hours later.”
“Yes, and we had pasta,” he smiles at you.
“What was our date again?” Ethan asks.
“We fucked,” Vic laughs, “First Thomas confessed a lot of kinky shit to us and then we fucked for like two days.”
“Oh,” Ethan grins, “How could I forget that?”
“How about both?”
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“I’m gonna already start arguing that I think this should translate to sex,” Vic says before reading the token to you, “Dessert only dinner.”
“You have a problem,” Thomas comments, “I am not getting reduced to dessert.”
In the end, Vic is outvoted and Thomas isn’t getting reduced to anything but he’s patting his stomach by the end of the evening. You all had too much food and somehow Vic managed to eat the most. You had cheese and grapes, cake, tiramisu, dessert wine, cannoli and florentines.
You pass out in Thomas’ lap while he smokes. Overindulgence.
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Ethan takes one of the last tokens, it’s a blank one once again.
“How is that possible?” Vic looks at Ethan, then at you. “Why am I not getting one of them?”
“Maybe they don’t like you,” Thomas winks at you, “They don’t like me either.”
“Back to my token, I want a night in a honeymoon suite.”
“Okay?” Thomas looks interested.
“I want room service, a pool or a whirlpool,” he looks directly at Thomas, “a bed big enough for us and where I can tie up Tho.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t think they have beds where you can tie him up,” Vic says - her phone is already out, “And can you compromise on having a butler but no hot tub?”
“Can you look for a room with a terrace then? I can tie him to the railings as well.”
“Would that be okay, kitten?”
Thomas only shamelessly moans and then hides his face on your shoulder.
The suite Vic chooses in the end, does have room service for food that’s too fancy for your liking (who pays 12€ for blueberry juice you ask but Ethan just looks at you and deadpans me) and a terrace, just as he requested.
Thomas adam’s apple bobs, he already whimpers.
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There’s only two tokens left and one you kept hidden for last.
“Last one,” Vic says before opening the envelope, “before I can forget about this box of horrors.”
She squeals - it’s a blank one.
“Oh no.” As if Thomas already knows what’s coming his way.
“I could do with some new lingerie,” she muses, “A lot of new lingerie actually and Thom is going to pay for it.”
“Anything else?” he groans.
“Hmmm, I could do with a new strap,” she sticks her tongue out at him, “You know … to fuck your girlfriend.”
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“The last one is yours,” Thomas says and gives the envelope to you.
Swing on the swings at a nearby playground.
“I want to give that one to you.”
“No,” he protests, “you barely took any. It’s yours.”
“You should have it. I know it’s cheating, but …,” you smile at him, “I want you to have it and you can use it with me whenever you feel like it.”
“That means I can take you tonight?” He looks at you as if he doesn’t trust what he just heard. “We can take a bottle of wine and when I feel like it next week or next month we can repeat it?”
“As often as you want,” you assure him.
That night you end up drunk on a swing set with Thomas for the first time.
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“I have one last one, just for fun.” You feel like making an announcement. Vic is blinking at you confused but Ethan takes the envelope from you.
“Gift hunt. At the shopping centre everyone is getting 15€ for each partner and an hour to buy something for the other.”
“That sounds like fun.” You’re surprised to hear that from Vic but you’re happy about it, she seems excited.
The array of gifts and your reactions is cute to look at. Vic gives her presents to you first. There’s a pair of nicely padded handcuffs for Thomas, he blushes and you suspect that she used more than her 15€ she had to spend. There’s a beautiful strappy bra with embroidered flowers she gives to you, and then you’re sure she used more than she should have. Ethan grins when she gives him a leather paddle and your head spins. There’s something else everyone gets: It’s a little V on a keychain.
“Are you trying to mark me?” Ethan asks amused and gives her smack on the thigh.
“Yeah, I sure feel pissed on,” Thomas says and she wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively, “No, no, no, no. We talked about this, Victoria!”
She shrugs and you laugh but Thomas looks at you terrified: “If you ever change your mind …”
The next round of gifts comes from Ethan. It’s little portraits, a bit bigger than a business card. After closer inspection you can see that they differ slightly. Ethan has the “original” of the four of you for himself, he is carrying it in his wallet. On Vic’s version she makes bunny ears behind Thomas’ head. On Thomas’ version you’re kissing his cheek, there is a headband with kitten ears on his head. On your version Thomas is kissing your cheek.
There’s no theme to the gifts you got for everyone. You have a poetry collection of Rainer Maria Rilke for Ethan. There’s lipstick in a deep burgundy red for Vic. A coffee table book of sunsets for Thomas and a little box - it has love tokens written on it.
“You gotta be joking?” Vic looks at you in disbelief.
“It’s not for you,” Thomas says and kisses you on the cheek like he does so often, “That’s for me only.”
And lastly there’s Thomas, you hope that you didn’t stress him too much, you know he takes his buying presents for people business really seriously. You can imagine how he was biting his nails because of the time restraint. He gives his present to Ethan first. It’s a notebook with a matching pen and a small puzzle that shows a Roman alley. For Vic he got something that looks a lot like lube and a book titled “Getting Off: One Woman's Journey Through Sex and Porn Addiction” - Vic only rolls her eyes at him. And then there’s the one for you, it’s a little flower press.
“You know that the place will be plastered in flowers?”
“Good,” he smiles at you.
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A few evenings later Vic and you find Thomas sitting on the floor, hunched over. He happily hums to the vinyl that plays in the background. When he hears you, he tries to hide what he’s doing but Victoria steps behind him.
“That’s why all the tokens were puzzle pieces?” she laughs, “And why you pocketed them all? Are you going to betray me and enjoy puzzling now?”
“I’m missing one,” he tells her.
“I think, I can help with that,” you give him the chore token you took off him.
And he puts the last piece in place.
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END.
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The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 36
A/N: the night of the ball has finally arrived, and Ophelia is determined to make the most of this opportunity.
Warnings: Ophelia’s usual antics, plus fake-dating trope gone wrong.
OCs featured/mentioned: Carolyn Nyberg, Selene Fraser, Alan the ferret and Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze, Bradford Pendleton, Ivy Anders, Oliver Gerard and Eliot Gerard @kc-and-co, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch, Marigold Sterling and Cledwyn Ironwood @that-scouse-wizard, Victoria Summer @whatwouldvalerydo, Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed, William Devlin and Maxwell Pembroke @unfortunate-arrow, Lydia Ellis @mjs-oc-corner
May 1897
The night of the Celestial Ball had arrived at last, and it was everything Ophelia had dreamed it would be. The Great Hall had been transformed into a grand ballroom, with the tables vanished to make enough space for people to dance, and a large obelisk in the very middle. Even the enchanted ceiling appeared more star-filled than usual, as if the very sky knew that this night was going to be one where something magical might happen.
Ophelia observed the scene from one of the seats that lined the walls of the Great Hall. Carolyn, Adelia, and Marigold were all on the dancefloor; Caro with Bradford Pendleton, Adelia with Teddy Ellison, and Marigold with Lydia Ellis. All three of them looked beautiful in their dress robes, and were the very pictures of poise and grace as they danced with their suitors.
The Slytherins were not the only ones who were looking and dancing exquisitely. Hufflepuff’s Ivy Anders flashed Ophelia a wide and friendly smile as she paraded past on the arm of Maxwell Pembroke, while Gryffindor’s Oliver Gerard and Victoria Summer appeared to be saving their smiles for each other. Primrose Grey from Ravenclaw was among the best dressed, smiling as she danced with her fiancé William Devlin. Ophelia felt a pang of jealousy. It was not fair, really. Primrose’s parents had picked out a wealthy suitor for her as a child, and she did not even need one. She clearly had enough money for pretty dresses and dance lessons without one.
As for Ophelia herself, she had managed to magically alter the dress her mother had bought her for birthday so it looked brand new and far fancier and more fashionable than it was in reality. She had arranged her newly blonde hair very prettily and applied a subtle amount of Marigold’s rouge to her cheeks in order to accentuate her newly green eyes. But as of yet, no one had asked her to dance with them.
It was peculiar; she looked as close to being beautiful as she ever would, and the stage had been set perfectly for her to showcase that, but somehow, she still found herself waiting in the wings. She had so many potential leading men, but she had yet to become a leading lady. Sitting to the side of the dance floor next to the wall, she may not have even been part of the ensemble. No, she was merely a piece of the scenery.
She was trying to act as if nothing was vexing her - after all, no gentleman would want to dance with a lady who did not smile nicely - but she was finding it increasingly difficult to not show how disappointed she was by this turn of events. Still, she was able to force a smile as Carolyn approached her, Bradford at her side, the two of them having retired from the dancefloor.
“Ophelia, are you not dancing?” Caro asked her, and Ophelia shook her head. “Why, has no one yet asked you?”
“No, sadly not.”
“Now, that simply will not do. You must have a dance,” said Brady. Ophelia looked at him hopefully, but his eyes had started to scan the dancefloor. “I’m certain that we can find someone to dance with you. Let’s see… Ah, just the person. Jim, old bean!”
At the sound of his name being called out, Jim Hexley walked towards the group. When he reached them, Brady etched around to clap him on the back.
“Jim, my friend, we have a young lady who wishes to dance and has no partner to dance with, and I see that you appear to have misplaced your dance partner.”
“Oh, well, I… I have not misplaced her. That is to say, I am quite certain of where she is. Over there, look.” Jim pointed in the direction of the refreshment table, where his twin sister Ethel was drinking pumpkinade with her own dance partner, Cledwyn Ironwood. On her other side, Selene Fraser was intently listening to something that Eliot Gerard was telling her.
“I take no joy in being the man to deliver this news to you, old chap, but it would appear that there are three of you in this partnership.”
“Yes, but then that… that has been the case since the beginning of the evening.”
As Jim spoke, the small, minky-furred body of a ferret climbed up over Selene’s shoulder and came to rest there, a small bow tie tied around its neck. Brady guffawed, Jim chuckled, and even Carolyn’s lips twitched a little.
“So, what do you say, Jim?” Brady asked, once he had finished laughing. “Fancy a turn about the room with Miss Burke here?”
Jim cleared his throat before nodding his head. “Uh, yes. Of course. It would be my pleasure. An honour. I… Ophelia, would you like to dance?”
Ophelia considered the offer. Jim Hexley was not the sort of wizard she had hoped to dance with. He was a decent enough fellow, but not at all wealthy. Still, one had to start somewhere, and everyone knew that a gentleman showing interest in a woman was sure to garner the interest of other men. So, she took Jim’s proffered hand and accompanied him to the dancefloor, where the couples had just begun to dance along to the polka music being played by an unmanned orchestra.
“I am afraid that I… I am not the best dancer,” Jim apologised. “Ethel and Selene did teach me - or attempted to teach me, I should say - but their efforts, I fear, have been in vain.”
“Do you think that is why Miss Fraser has set her sights on Eliot Gerard?” Ophelia asked. Jim shook his head. His face looked somewhat saddened. “Are you upset by this snub?”
“No. Not at all,” Jim almost smiled. “Selene and I are just friends. Perhaps more like family, with how close she and my sister are.”
“Then why do you seem downhearted?”
“It is nothing. I mean, I am not. I… Well, I had wished to accompany someone else tonight. I am sorry.”
“That is very well. I had wished to accompany someone else, as well.”
“Really? Who?”
“No one in particular. Just someone of status.”
“I see,” Jim nodded slowly, frowning. “I feel that I must be a disappointment.”
“It is better than dancing with no one at all, is it not?” Ophelia asked him.
“I am not certain that I agree. I… It seems to me that the more dances one has with others, the more one misses the company of the one they truly wish to dance with.”
“Well, maybe if the one you wish to dance with sees you dancing with another, she will find herself wishing that it was her you were dancing with and miss you in return.”
Jim looked thoughtful. “That is what my sister said. But so far, Héloïse has barely looked at me.”
“Does she know that you and Selene are only friends, and that Selene has also been accompanied by her ferret?”
“I… I do believe that she does.”
“Then perhaps this is why your sister’s plan has not worked. Say, I have an idea,” said Ophelia, suddenly feeling hopeful again. “A ruse, one which will allow us to help one another. If we each appear to be enjoying the other’s company as we dance, then other wizards shall wish to dance with me, and… Héloïse, did you say? Perhaps Héloïse will take notice of you at last. What say you?”
“It is as good a plan as any, I suppose,” Jim sighed. “How… How should I act towards you.”
“You may start by smiling,” Ophelia told him, and Jim laughed quietly to himself. “See? You are doing quite well already.”
They smiled at one another as they danced, barely talking. Jim did not seem to want to talk much, seeming to be too preoccupied with counting his steps to attempt to hold a conversation. Eventually, though, he asked her:
“Is it working? The ruse?”
“I think it is, yes,” Ophelia said. She looked around her at the boys at the edges of the hall. Several were looking at her, including Henry Lovecraft, who was watching the scene with the little dark-haired, dark-eyed girl at his side. “Héloïse is looking at us.”
“She is?” Jim’s eyes brightened. He cleared his throat. “Is she… What is she doing?”
“At present she is talking with Henry Lovecraft.”
“Ah.”
“He is putting an arm around her shoulders.”
“Oh.”
“I do believe that he is attempting to comfort her,” Ophelia informed Jim, watching as Héloïse took a deep breath and blinked rapidly. “Yes, she looks quite upset.”
“What? Is she-”
“No, don’t look, you’ll ruin the ruse,” said Ophelia. “It is working, is it not?” Jim nodded, but he looked doubtful. Ophelia turned her attention back to Héloïse and Henry Lovecraft. “She is sad, but Henry is saying something to her. She is shaking her head, and has stepped away from him.”
“She has?”
“Yes, but he’s taken hold of her hand. Oh, but she’s taken her hand back. She’s taken another step away from him. She… Oh.”
“What?” Jim asked urgently. “What is she doing?”
“I do not know,” said Ophelia. “She has left. She ran that way.” She pointed in the direction of the main doors out of the hall, and Jim turned his head to look, his lips parting and his arms falling to his sides. Ophelia sighed. “You should go after her.”
“Are you… You do not mind my leaving?”
“Of course not. The ruse has served its purpose.”
Jim bowed his head to her, and she curtsied back. And with that they parted ways, their ruse over. And it had worked. For as Jim rushed out of the Great Hall, Ophelia returned to her seat by the wall with more eyes on her than ever, knowing fully well that this time, she would not remain a wallflower for long.
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Pelos Céus, PRINCESA SOPHIA LOUISE AMELIA VICTORIA HANOVER, the PRINCESS chegou a Hearthstone Hall. ELA tem 32 anos e pertence aos HANOVER do REINO UNIDO. Embora essa NÃO SEJA a sua primeira vez em Hearthstone Hall, só podemos descrevê-la como GENTIL e CORAJOSA, caro leitor. Acompanhada de SUA GATA PERSA ODETTE E SUA DAMA DE COMPANHIA, ela se instalou e está aceitando visitas sociais. Mas esteja avisado: ela é conhecida pelo seu RANCOR.
Quando Sophia nasceu todos se surpreenderam, e alguns se frustraram, quando descobriram se tratar de uma bela menina. Até aquele momento a rainha havia parido cinco saudáveis meninos, o que era um tremendo motivo de orgulho para o rei. De toda forma, houve celebração entre a família com a chegada de mais um membro para integrar a linha de sucessão ao trono, sendo Sophia a sexta na linha de sucessão.
Após o nascimento de Sophia, a rainha não foi mais capaz de engravidar, fazendo da filha a caçula e única mulher entre os herdeiros. Tal combinação resultou em duas coisas: Sophia se tornou mimada e ingênua. Se os monarcas eram rígidos com os filhos homens, especialmente o mais velho que herdaria o trono, com Sophia o tratamento era brando. Entretanto, Sophia era mantida “a rédia curta”, tendo cada passo seu controlado e não só por seus pais, mas também por seus irmãos e tutores.
Eram raras as aparições de Sophia em público, quando era vista estava cercada de guardas, o que gerava rumores a respeito de sua aparência. A princesa passava noites em claro sonhando com o dia que pegaria seu cavalo e correria pelas campinas do interior, ela veria o sol nascer do topo de um morro e ninguém lhe diria o que fazer. Sabia bem que aquilo não se passava de um sonho, então se apegou a ideia de casar-se com um homem bom e logo sair da barra da saia de sua mãe.
O tempo se passou e os anos de adolescência chegaram, fazendo a beleza da jovem princesa se tornar notável. Os cuidados de sua mãe aumentaram, era imprescindível que a jovem tivesse um bom casamento e para isso seu marido deveria ser escolhido meticulosamente.
Um homem que se deixasse levar apenas pela beleza dos belos olhos castanhos de Sophia não seria um marido bom o suficiente, dizia a rainha a seu marido e seus filhos. Seu irmão mais velho fora imbuído da responsabilidade de observar os candidatos a possível marido da caçula, o que significava ainda mais rigidez na escolha.
Ao completar dezoito anos, o rei e a rainha decidiram que Sophia participaria da temporada social, pois estava pronta para se casar, entretanto, haveria uma condição: usaria um véu e mostraria seu rosto apenas após o casamento. Os burburinhos tomaram conta da corte, histórias sobre como o rosto da princesa era tomado de cicatrizes e machucados, que ela tinha apenas olho no meio de sua testa, que seu rosto era peludo como um lobisomem ou que possuia um par de chifres se espalharam como fogo florestal. Todos possuíam um palpite, e nenhum pouco lisonjeiro, do motivo de tanto mistério.
Sophia bateu os pés, inicialmente negou-se a utilizar o véu e declarou que jamais cederia a algo tão absurdo. Entretanto, seu desejo de liberdade pela liberdade era tão grande que se apegou aquele feixe de esperança de libertar-se das amarras de sua família. Naquela temporada social, sua primeira, Sophia atraiu uma longa fila de pretendentes.
Alguns desejavam sua fortuna e prestígio, outros eram demasiadamente curiosos para saber o que se escondia atrás do véu. Um a um foram negados, sobrando apenas o neto de um duque endinheirado. Momentos antes do noivado ser anunciado em público, o rapaz fez uma tentativa de puxar o véu da princesa e tudo ruiu.
Com o compromisso desfeito e o ego ferido, o homem espalhou rumores maldosos sobre a princesa, restando agora uma lista de pretendentes mal-intencionados e inapropriados. A rainha cogitou que talvez Sophia não devesse se casar e decidiu que ela estaria fora da temporada social seguinte. Sophia se via tão deprimida com seu novo futuro, onde certamente passaria o resto de seus dias na companhia de seus pais, que sequer se importava com os rumores a seu respeito.
Os anos se passaram rapidamente, Sophia tornou-se uma mulher e tal fato não passou despercebido dos olhos de sua mãe. Aos vinte e dois anos a princesa faria seu retorno triunfal a temporada social e desta vez, para sua tremenda infelicidade, sairia de lá como uma senhora casada. O lado positivo é que agora seu irmão mais velho está ocupado demais para agir como seu cão de guarda.
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2017
OLA SOLIDARIA/ Más de 30 lazos de amor
Más de 30 lazos de amor, es un proyecto que toma a la figura del amor como basamento catártico, formulado a partir de procedimientos de trabajo colectivo donde me propongo mirar y pensar la forma de vincularnos, utilizando y sugiriendo que la técnica que acompañe la propuesta sea el bordado.
El suceso que originó este proyecto data de 2015, cuando motivada por una profunda y dolorosa ruptura amorosa, di comienzo a la reconstrucción metafórica de mi propio desamor, encontrando en el bordado la herramienta que “arreglaba” eso que sentía destrozado. Esta búsqueda dio lugar a otras: los vínculos amorosos con el resto de las personas de mi vida y la forma que tenemos de demostrarlo, hicieron de mi corazón un gran tejido. Así es que se expandió y me animé a invitar a otros a trabajar. La propuesta fue sencilla: elegir una tela estampada, por gusto, por su textura, por su cuerpo, por lo que quisieran y comenzar a pensar el vínculo que cada uno tiene con el amor; el propio, el ajeno. El amor en todos sus sentidos, sin límites. La idea fue bordar, cortar, romper, descoser, agujerear, hacer lo que cada uno sintiera.
La propuesta es un ritual donde finalmente me reconstruyo en los trabajos de los demás salvándome, por ahora.
¿Dónde van los fondos recaudados?
Hace unos años conocí a Caro Soriano, mujer, fotógrafa, mamá, luchadora; la conocí haciendo fotos en el taller de Gabi Muzzio. Caro a parte de tantas cosas lindas y de que se le hacen agujeritos en los cachetes cuando se ríe, es la Presidenta de la *Fundación FAME Argentina (Familias con Atrofia Muscular Espinal). La misma se encarga de agrupar familias y pacientes afectados con Atrofia Muscular Espinal, que es una enfermedad genética neuronal, caracterizada por la pérdida de músculo esquelético causada por la progresiva degeneración de las células del asta anterior de la médula espinal.
Ella me mostró lo que significa lidiar con una discapacidad desde lo corporal así como también desde lo social. Me mostró la cantidad de cuerpo que hay que poner en una lucha pero sobe todas las cosas me enseñó que sin el amor, que es lo que la sostiene, no podría continuar. Caro es mi más enorme lazo de amor.
Por eso el fin de este proceso de producción, amorosa y catártica es recaudar fondos para que FAME siga luchando y todas estas personas consigan pronto la aplicación de la Spinraza que es la droga que cambiará sus vidas!
Sigamos construyendo lazos de amor, gracias por colaborar!
Agradecimiento especial a todos los bordadores que participaron:
Alicia Salvañá/Angie Strappa/Arturo Geminell/Belén Rimini/Betina Barandalla/Bruno Gloriani/Camila Gómez/Camila Sauan/Carolina Soriano/Cecilia Ann/Cristina Rosenberg/Delfina Forno/Florencia Giacobe/Florencia Llarrull/Florencia Luciani/Forencia Toba/Gabriel González Suárez/Gabriela Muzzio/Guadalupe Rúas/Inés Beninca/Joaquín Gómez Hernandez/Josefina Estevez/Josué Gómez/Julia Trecu/Larisa Luciani/Laura Pizzorno/Lucía Anghilante/Luciano Rondano/Magalí Drivet/Mailin Weiss/María Belén Gómez/María Cristina Pérez/María Gracia Paoletti/María Laura Carrascal/Mariana Pissano/Marina Ciuffoli/Marisa Betucci/Mariu Fondato/Martín Leonard/Martín Moreno/Natalia Trejo/Norma Rojas/Pamela Bavutti/Romina De Luca/Rosario Telleria/Silvana Scuisatto/Sofía Estevez/Sofía Meier/Valeria Bezos/Victoria Cenóz/Victoria Estevez/Victoria Gomez Hernandez/Violeta Martin/Susana Marcozzi/Adolescentes participantes del taller: “Maquinando Relatos” Centro de Convivencia Barrial Barrio Santa Lucía. Coordinado por Sofía Meier y Natalia Trejo/Alumnos del taller: Pintura 2, año 2016. Escuela de Bellas Artes (UNR). Docente Titular: María Cristina Pérez – Norma Rojas.
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Hi, Caro! Happy New Year and congratulations on your novel and channel! I wanted to drop in your inbox to share a recommendation for a manga/anime I think you might really like!
Have you heard of Hellsing by Kouta Hirano? It's an oldie from the late '90s/early '00s that borrows heavily from and takes creative liberties with vampire lore. The plot focuses on the secret Hellsing Organization's effort to defend England from supernatural foes (and Nazis, and the Catholic Church. Yes, really!). It's got lots of violence, gore, guns (not sure how you feel about those), and of course dark themes. At the center of the story is this fascinating relationship between the three main characters: the vampire Alucard, his master Integra Hellsing, and his student Seras Victoria, a former policewoman who he turns into a vampire like himself. It's difficult for me to describe her overall dynamic as familial or romantic/kinky; fans have argued for either interpretation.
In any case, if you haven't checked it out already, I have a feeling you'd enjoy it~!
Hello! Happy New Year to you as well! And thank you very much! Now that I finished that chapter in my BB fanfic, I can get back to my YouTube series. A second episode is long overdue... As well as my original writing and audio books. The poetry book will likely be out first, as poems are easier to recite than prose (especially with my novel being kinky erotica.) I still need practice before I take that on!
I have indeed heard of Hellsing, though I haven't actually watched any of the anime or read the manga. I do recall it coming out around the time I graduated high school, back when I regularly haunted shoppes in Little Tokyo for anime stuff. Oh, those were the days! I honestly prefer old school anime to most of the modern stuff, so that's cool. (To me, Devilman Lady still feels new, lol! BTW, loved the manga of that, but hated the anime. Alas, the Devilman franchise has been downhill ever since...)
It definitely sounds up my alley! A little like Trinity Blood, as well (one of my all time favourites!) I can totally handle the gore and violence, so no worries there. And the relationship dynamics do sound very intriguing. I looked and they have it on Hulu, so I will give it a watch starting tonight!
Thanks so much for taking the time to message me!
Caro
#answered asks#anon#hellsing#asks#hi! hello!#nostalgia#i so seldom get asks#makes me feel special#sorry if i overuse exclamation points#i'm a mercurial type and all
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Multipolaridad e Imperio ruso
Por Alexander Dugin
Traducción de Juan Gabriel Caro
Se han cumplido cien años desde que fue proclamado el nacimiento de la Unión Soviética y, aunque esta última desapareció hace tres décadas, podemos decir que tuvo un impacto profundo en la geopolítica mundial que continúa siendo estudiado hasta el día de hoy. Esta es la entrevista que le hemos hecho a uno de los grandes expertos en esta cuestión: Alexander Dugin.
Profesor Dugin, muchas gracias por aceptar esta entrevista y concedernos algo de su tiempo para llevarla a cabo. La primera pregunta que me gustaría hacerle tiene que ver con la Unión Soviética. ¿Cree que hubiera sido posible la preservación de la Unión Soviética como entidad multinacional hasta el día de hoy?
Aleksandr Dugin: Quisiera comenzar por decir que la Unión Soviética, desde un punto de vista geopolítico, no era otra cosa que la continuación del Imperio Ruso. Por supuesto, ideológicamente ambas entidades eran muy diferentes y se basaban en valores e ideas totalmente opuestos, pero geográficamente ocupaban el Heartland, el corazón de la tierra eurasiático. Es por esa razón que los clásicos de la geopolítica como Mackinder y Brzeziński la consideraban a la URSS como la heredera y representante del poder telurocrático, enemigo jurado de las talasocracias. Si retomamos las tesis de Mackinder, entonces podemos decir que la lucha entre los poderes marítimos y terrestres es la principal contradicción geopolítica que existe a nivel mundial. La caída de la Unión Soviética debe ser considerada como la derrota de las telurocracias y la victoria de las talasocracias. Podríamos decir que se trató de una catástrofe para el corazón de la tierra y un éxito rotundo para los poderes marítimos, es decir, para la civilización occidental liberal. Por otro lado, los eurasiáticos de la década de 1920 predijeron la caída de la Unión Soviética diciendo que la ideología comunista sería incapaz de unir a largo plazo a los pueblos de Eurasia. Es por eso que ellos plantearon la necesidad de deshacerse del dogmatismo soviético, pero preservando la unidad geopolítica de la URSS. La desaparición del comunismo no debería haber significado la destrucción de la URSS como entidad geopolítica: en caso de que la URSS hubiera sobrevivido a la caída del comunismo, considero que se hubiera convertido en una unión o imperio eurasiático, quizás incluso un nuevo imperio ruso, que conservaría la unión militar entre sus pueblos y preservaría la multiplicidad de grupos étnicos que viven en su interior. Tal solución hubiera sido totalmente plausible. Precisamente ahora nos encontramos en el momento en que Moscú desea recuperar su rol geopolítico como potencia telurocrática, reafirmando su independencia y soberanía frente a un Occidente colectivo dominado por élites atlantistas y talasocráticas. La actual misión de Rusia es reconstruir su espacio geopolítico imperial o unión eurasiática, pero dejando de lado la ideología soviética.
Por supuesto, la caída de la Unión Soviética es un tema que ha sido muy estudiado en otros países socialistas como China. En este último estudian mucho las causas de la destrucción de la Unión Soviética como un medio para evitar seguir sus errores. Han adoptado un modelo de mercado, pero conservan una especie de ideología socialista. ¿Considera que este modelo hubiera preservado a la Unión Soviética?
Aleksandr Dugin: Creo que tal modelo hubiera servido y por eso considero que China aprendió muy bien las lecciones más importantes sobre la caída de la Unión Soviética, especialmente la necesidad de preservar la unidad y el control estratégico de un Gran Espacio habitado por muchos grupos étnicos. China es una sociedad pluriétnica como lo fue en su momento la Unión Soviética y como lo es actualmente Rusia, lo principal es evitar la división del país y no perder el control del gobierno central. En ese entonces era muy factible haber hecho reformas, cambiar varios aspectos de la economía, y al mismo tiempo preservar la soberanía y el control de un Gran Espacio geopolítico creando una ideología mucho más adecuada para nosotros en la que se tuviera en cuenta las tradiciones de los pueblos que habitaban la URSS. La China contemporánea es una potencia comunista y cuasi totalitaria que ha redescubierto sus raíces confusiones, controlando con éxito las fuerzas del mercado. China no se ha convertido en una sociedad democrática con libre mercado, sino que ha conseguido preservar un poder vertical único que ha sometido al mercado a sus designios. Creo que es un ejemplo de lo que hubiera podido ser una refundación de la Unión Soviética por medio de un poder centralizado que tuviera control de su territorio y de todos los pueblos en su interior, manteniendo una economía mixta que combinará el socialismo, el tradicionalismo, el cristianismo y los valores rusos. Este modelo pudiera haber funcionado como hoy funciona China. Lamentablemente, perdimos la oportunidad de transformar la ideología de nuestra sociedad, evitando con ello el colapso y preservando nuestra unidad. La Unión Soviética, que había unificado todo el Hearthland o Imperio eurasiático, desapareció. El colapso de la Unión Soviética fue un suicidio y no se reduce al deseo de independencia de las antiguas repúblicas soviéticas. Los rusos son precisamente los responsables de tal situación y no los nacionalismos periféricos. El origen del colapso se encuentra en Moscú.
Usted ha hecho referencia a que la China contemporánea es una sociedad “cuasi totalitaria” con un fuerte componente confuciano. Me resulta muy interesante, como estadounidense, este análisis porque esta palabra la han utilizado los medios occidentales para atacar a Rusia y China. Cuando vine a Rusia me di cuenta que es mucho más libre que en otros países totalitarios donde el Estado lo controla todo. Quiero entender a qué se refiere exactamente cuando usa este término para describir a China y la Unión Soviética. ¿Diría que la Unión Soviética también era una sociedad totalitaria?
Aleksandr Dugin: Creo que hoy en día existe un totalitarismo bastante intolerante en Occidente, por lo que considero que es hipócrita llamar a todos los demás sistemas como totalitarios, excepto al liberal. La sociedad china no es ni liberal ni totalitaria, sino holística. Creo que este último termino es más adecuado para describirla. Un sistema holístico es aquel donde predomina el bien común sobre el individual. Claro, muchos dirán que tal sistema puede llamarse como totalitario, pero lo mismo se aplica a la democracia liberal actual que supuestamente dice tener la verdad absoluta, negando con ello las particularidades de las diferentes civilizaciones. Esto último se debe a que el liberalismo occidental es racista e identifica su propia experiencia histórica y política con la verdad. Occidente se considera equivalente a la humanidad y todos los que no se ajusten a su modelo son vilipendiados por no ser lo suficientemente occidentales. Es una idea racista: el racismo puede ser manifiesto y biológico, como el nacionalsocialismo, pero también puede ser cultural como sucede con el globalismo liberal actual. Si el pueblo chino considera que el actual sistema o régimen político de su país es bueno, pues tienen el derecho a preservarlo. No necesitan que los activistas de la sociedad abierta o los defensores de la globalización les enseñen algo. Creo que cada pueblo debe decidir por sí mismo, esa es la base de cualquier democracia real a nivel internacional.
Antes hablamos sobre el comunismo y me gustaría preguntarle si actualmente existe una ideología que unifique por completo a la sociedad rusa contemporánea. En la Unión Soviética obviamente existía esta ideología, pues durante toda su existencia se profesó el comunismo. Se buscaba construir el comunismo y se luchaba por él. ¿Cree que existe algo parecido en la Rusia de hoy? Y si no existe, ¿qué llena ese vacío?
Aleksandr Dugin: Considero que no existe algo actualmente que llene ese vacío. Tampoco es posible volver a la época soviética, aunque existe una creciente simpatía por este período de nuestra historia. De todas formas, volver al dogmatismo del marxismo soviético es imposible. Es por eso que considero que debemos dar un paso al frente y combinar la justicia social – la futurología soviética – con la defensa de los valores tradicionales, los cuales han sido defendidos por nuestro presidente en un decreto público firmado hace poco donde se afirmando nuestras tradiciones nacionales rusas. Sin embargo, creo que todo esto debe hacerse fuera de la modernidad política occidental, explorando las ideas de los eslavófilos, Dostoievski o la ortodoxia, redescubriendo formas de pensamiento político no occidental o premoderno, incluso posmoderno. Por eso sostengo que es necesario unir la premodernidad con la postmodernidad y relativizar las ideas occidentales. Occidente es solo una parte de la humanidad que pretende ser la totalidad de la humanidad. Tal tesis es falsa y por eso debemos redescubrir los sistemas políticos que existían en Rusia antes de que cayéramos bajo la orbita de la influencia occidental. Tal tarea resulta ser un verdadero reto para nosotros, ya que debemos recrear una ideología orgánica que se ha perdido, pero que tiene su historia y nos muestra el camino. Tal ideología debe ser nueva, fresca y creativa, repudiando la hegemonía liberal occidental, la sociedad abierta, el individualismo y la democracia liberal que se intenta imponer en todo el mundo. Por otro lado, tal ideología también debe rechazar el comunismo y el fascismo, porque estas también son ideologías modernas que nacieron en Occidente. Estoy de acuerdo con Hannah Arendt cuando dice que la Modernidad occidental es totalitaria y que tenemos que descartar este totalitarismo para reemplazarlo con un sistema holístico nuevo y orgánico, un holismo ortodoxo y ruso, eurasiático, que puede hacer su aporte al conjunto de las sociedades tradicionales, entrando en sinfonía con muchas etnias, pueblos y religiones. Creo que la nueva ideología rusa será eurasiática, una mezcla entre el tradicionalismo y la justicia social.
¿Cuál consideras que será el papel de la economía en este sistema? Entiendo que la economía planificada soviética ayudó al principio al desarrollo de la URSS, pero terminó por estancarse. Por supuesto, Rusia se encontraba mucho más conectada al sistema financiero mundial en el 2014, fecha en que Occidente comenzó a imponerle sanciones. Hoy en día las sanciones han sido mucho menos efectivas, pues Rusia depende mucho menos del dólar. ¿Qué papel jugará la economía en todo esto? ¿Cree que Rusia seguirá existiendo la libertad de mercado o será reemplazada por la economía planificada?
Aleksandr Dugin: El último decreto que firmó nuestro presidente deja claro la importancia de los valores tradicionales, por lo que podemos decir que existe un predominio de lo espiritual sobre lo material, algo particularmente ruso. Creo que esto es muy importante de subrayar, pues si estas obsesionado con la economía te ves obligado a competir y luchar con los otros para ganar. Mientras más te obsesionas con la materia, más te conviertes en un esclavo de la misma y su devenir. El sociólogo francés Luis Dumont explicó que los regímenes políticos del siglo XX estaban obsesionados con la economía. El liberalismo y el comunismo lograron éxitos bastante claros en este sentido, pero, por ejemplo, el fascismo no le dio tanta importancia a la economía. El fascismo y el nacionalsocialismo se despreocuparon del tema y consiguieron logros económicos igualmente grandes o incluso superiores. Lo que demuestra que la economía no es el destino. Claro, no quiero decir con esto que el fascismo fuera bueno, simplemente quiero señalar que la obsesión actual con la teoría económica actual no nos prepara para enfrentar a los desafíos actuales. Es por eso que pienso que la futura ideología rusa deberá deshacerse de esta obsesión con la economía y de ese modo crear un sistema realmente saludable.
Además, es necesario resolver los problemas económicos desde un enfoque lógico y natural que deje de lado la competencia dogmática entre capitalismo y socialismo. Este dogmatismo debe ser rechazado y la economía debe ponerse al servicio del desarrollo espiritual. Por citar a Spengler, preferimos la cultura a la civilización. Así que no tenemos porque comprometernos con un sistema económico u otro, lo importante es defender una sociedad basada en la justicia, la tradición y la felicidad de las personas. Eso significa tener una perspectiva más moral y espiritual que económica. Si la economía de mercado funciona en ciertas cosas, pues dejemos que lo haga; si, por el contrario, funciona más bien la intervención estatal, entonces le daremos la bienvenida. En otros casos las formas de economía comunal serán mucho mejores que los otros dos enfoques. Los grandes resultados económicos del siglo pasado se lograron precisamente mezclando todas estas teorías como, por ejemplo, la estrategia estadounidense de combinar el proteccionismo y el mercantilismo con el mercado libre. En Europa ha primado un enfoque socialista de la economía combinado con la libre empresa. Esto nos lleva a concluir que existe un equilibrio entre el Estado y el capital privado que constantemente está transformándose. Se trata de una relación cambiante que no tiene nada de dogmática, creo que es algo que tenemos que adaptar a la sociedad rusa y quizás podamos resolver de esa manera muchos problemas concretos.
Muchos historiadores consideran que la Guerra Fría fue una especie de orden mundial bipolar en el que se enfrentaron el Occidente capitalista contra el Oriente socialista. ¿Considera que la bipolaridad sigue existiendo hoy, especialmente ahora que muchos hablan de una nueva Guerra Fría? ¿Qué es la multipolaridad para usted? ¿Cree que existen paralelismos entre estos dos procesos, porque algunos sostienen que el mundo se está volviendo eurasiático y esta dejando de lado al mundo occidental, el cual se había constituido desde hacía mucho tiempo?
Aleksandr Dugin: Creo que la unipolaridad fue una continuación de la bipolaridad, aunque uno de los polos, la Unión Soviética, desapareció, mientras que el otro continúo existiendo. Como la situación actual es una especie de reciclaje de la Guerra Fría podemos decir que Occidente sigue tratando a Rusia como la heredera de la Unión Soviética y su enemigo a batir. En gran parte predomina la inercia de muchos procesos del mundo bipolar. La multipolaridad es algo totalmente diferente, ya que no se trata de la lucha entre una ideología contra otra o de un polo contra otro. Se trata de una coexistencia entre diferentes civilizaciones. Por supuesto, eso no significa que no existan guerras o conflictos, tampoco significa que vayamos a entrar en una época de paz. Tal estado de cosas dependerá de los futuros polos que nazcan. La multipolaridad es antes que nada un intento por ponerle fin a la inercia de la bipolaridad, algo que Occidente no está dispuesto a aceptar. La multipolaridad no será el ascenso de uno o dos polos, sino la de varios polos, situación que sin duda reducirá la hegemonía, universalidad y deseos de expansión de Occidente, devolviéndolo a este último a sus fronteras naturales. Se trata de que Occidente vuelva a convertirse en una pequeña provincia de la humanidad. Rusia actualmente defiende la multipolaridad y esta librando una guerra en contra de la unipolaridad en nombre no solo de nuestra soberanía, sino también de otros polos como China, la India, el mundo islámico, América Latina y África. Creo que la guerra en Ucrania es la primera guerra en favor de la multipolaridad. Occidente lucha desesperadamente en esta guerra porque quiere conservar su hegemonía a cualquier precio, la unipolaridad no es más que una continuación de la bipolaridad y la rusofobia que existía en ese período. Eso queda claro cuando estudiamos la actual arquitectura del sistema de relaciones internacionales.
El principal problema en todo esto es que Occidente no quiere aceptar que no es más que una fracción de la humanidad y no el centro o la totalidad de la misma. Es una parte, pero no el todo, por lo que no puede representar a todas las civilizaciones. Esto último es la meta a la que aspira la multipolaridad: Rusia lucha para que todas las civilizaciones del mundo puedan afirmar sus valores, los cuales pueden coincidir o no con los valores occidentales. La multipolaridad no tiene nada de universal, aunque puede haber una versión universalista, parcial, de cada civilización: puede existir un universalismo chino, otro islámico, eurasiático, africano o latinoamericano. Es decir, que no solo existe el universalismo del mundo occidental contemporáneo, sino que cada civilización puede defender el derecho de crear su propio sistema político, cultural o estético dependiendo de sus gustos. Es una defensa de la pluralidad de civilizaciones y la lucha en contra de la hegemonía occidental para convertirse en el único modelo del progreso o de la idea del tiempo, el hombre y la técnica. Cada civilización tiene el derecho de comprender e interpretar conceptos como el de hombre, el tiempo, Dios, la muerte o el bien y el mal a su manera. Además, ninguna civilización puede resolver los problemas o imponer sus estándares a las demás civilizaciones. Por eso luchamos los rusos en Ucrania.
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Relatos do meu dia ..
16 de novembro de 2023
Eu não sei muito bem o porque,eu me sinto assim,eu só sei que eu sinto tanto que não dá mais pra mim as vezes sabe ?!!!
E como se não pertence mais a esse mundo e não porque ele é cada vez um mundo fabuloso e criativo …
É mundo horrível eu estava vendo essa série,e me acabei com meus próprios pensamentos deprimentes de mim mesma pensando o quanto vale a pena tudo que mundo nos dá como aprendizado até que ponto existe linhas tortas e linhas retas
Olha mundo !!!🌍 como esta anjos!!!, acabando com tudo que existe por sede de poder
Eu odeio ser tão negativista como já ouvi de pessoas, mais olha pro mundo ? Temos que ficar lutando e lutando apenas para que ?
Para ter uma passagem tranquila ? Para fazer valer a pena ?
Eu nem sei se tudo que acredito é real ou só criação de pessoas e pessoas
Assistindo esse doc..
ME ASSUSTEI COM A DECADÊNCIA EMOCIONAL QUE O SER HUMANO PODE FAZER COM O OUTRO APENAS POR SEDE DE PODER
DESCULPA GALERA DA POSITIVIDADE
MAS O MUNDO Tá terrível e parece que só tende a piorar …
Porque acho isso ?
Meu demastamento da natureza cada vez mais ,entramos em uma era onde cada vez mais estamos fadados a influência de pessoas o todo tempo , oque bonito oque é feio …
Oque desejado oque não é
Oque é inteligente oque não é
Oque gostoso oque não é
E como se minha alma pedisse para mim todo tempo só se livra disso porque dói dói dói dói dói
Esse documentário sobre como supostamente ser líder de uma aceita é terrível
PARA MIM SABE PORQUE? PORQUE MOSTRA QUE NÃO É DE HOJE QUE EXISTEM PESSOAS QUERENDO SER UM CERTO TIPO DE DEUS OU DEUSA …
Onde já se viu oque está acontecendo no mundo por sede de poder?
Desculpa é uma tortura para mim
E desculpa se tô sendo negativa
É porque seila parece que não tem nada para mim aqui mais …
Como se não sentisse mais nada sabe ?
Como se fosse uma obrigação tá viva apenas para não machuca ninguém,
É egoísmo querer morrer para parar de sentir tudo ?
E sempre julgamentos e julgamentos
E sempre sempre um querendo destruir o outro
Por apenas status
Vida perfeita
Momentos perfeitos para postar em rede sociais
Oque acontece nessa droga de mundo
Que me sufuca tanto …
Eu não sei
Eu não sei 🤷♀️
Só sei que queria só parar de sentir tudo isso
Sim muitos vão dizer isso para mim!!!
MANO ESSA MINA PRECISA DE TERAPIA
SIM EU PRECISO EU SEI QUE PRECISO VIU
DESCULPA SÓ TO CANSADA DE SER COMO UM CARO AMIGO ME DISSE
VICTORIA VOCÊ É COMO UM CORAÇÃO DE PAPEL .
Qualquer coisa me machuca mesmo porque dói ver a crueldade que vivo e vejo por aí
Para ser bem franca eu só continuo com Instagram
Porque necessidade me chama sabe ?
Tipo preciso trabalhar etc
MAS DE VERDADE AQUI É TÓXICO .
É um cardápio humano de vidas perfeitas onde as pessoas fingem ser aquilo que não são apenas por atenção e para mostrar a vida maravilhosa persista .
Me desculpa se alguém se sentir ofendido com minha negatividade e pq eu realmente sou uma mina que não tem vontade de tá aqui
Não é a toa que tatuei essa corda no pescoço por dois motivos
Primeiro um trauma,ser enforcada por meu ex namorado “suposto primeiro amor “
E segundo para me dar forças para levantar e dizer para mim mesma que por mais que me sinta com uma corda no pescoço eu ainda tô vivas.
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Hi Caro! How are you? I hope you're good and in a place where it isn't very hot (my friend living in England had a very rough time). I'm just here wondering why my type is cute subby twinks, and why is close to impossible to find them in Argentina (I still remember the day I took one of those online test about the type of men you like and the answer was twinks and I was like WELL DAMN I FEEL ATTACKED). My name is Victoria, idk if I ever told you, but everyone calls me Vik or Vicky (usually the first one, I guess it's more gender neutral so it fits me better). Sorry that I'm ranting, I really enjoy talking to you.
more than glad to answer, vic! 💙 hm... a philosophy on twinks and why they're appealing. time for a little essay.
first off, i wish there was a bi and straight term as well, they're not 100% the same as e.g. pretty boys or femboys — those categories are even more particular to a certain femdom aesthetic. pretty boys are defined by face, femboys by clothes hair and body, twinks by both.
my suggestion for a word would be "prince". it's positive, people get the gist intuitively, and it's derived from the groundbreaking artist who invented this whole game to the fullest after greek culture laid the foundation, shoutout to apollo. before leo (90s) zac efron (00s) and taemin (10s) paved the way, there was prince in crop tops, heavy makeup, heels, and poses few guys dared.
so, a prince, they're usually the anti-jock/bear, right. more petite in frame, often fashionable like an it-boy (see lucky blue smith), frequently gnc, and found in a 20-30 age group with some exceptions. but i think that's why they are appealing to us, it's a generation thing. just like t. chalamet, lil nas x, and troye sivan hit it big among gen z by sheer exposure, or the eboy/softboy fad in hetero media, although that one wasn't really femdom in spirit and just another brand of manipulative nice guy syndrome.
princes don't come across as physically imposing, they're more tongue in cheek and seductive or cute, the link to your zelda. that caters to somebody with a taste for subs/bottoms who'd rather have them sat on their lap than getting choked out by them which is almost treated as a given, same with spanking or rough sex. so, that notion of twinks has opened the door to something less compulsive gladly.
a prince can come with an edge, twinks and brats may have some overlaps depending on the guy, but at the end of the day, they're subs, both hard and soft. jonghyun has set quite the tone for it artistically, major credit due. he's broken the mold to say that it's so boring and restrictive to be a dominant guy and there's more out there than what the societal landscape offers.
thank god taemin has carried that on and continues to inspire others.
in recent times, the word also becomes more and more open to guys who are tall / fit or conventional-looking. i see this in how european football is received on tumblr where calling your favorite club `#twink fc (affectionate)´ is a thing on here 😆 and it's true. you haven't seen more collective prince energy as in the german national team. the gorgeousness is real and the ladies who date them... lucky af.
(^kai havertz - plays for chelsea fc)
(^joshua kimmich / leroy sané - play for bavaria fc. they both have 2+ kids with their gfs lmao you don't have to be a DILF or daddy, twinkness cannot be concealed 🤘)
the whole idea is not to be conflated with power bottoms, see aquaria on drag race who looks like a twink but tops, by the way. which is why taemin generates so much traction, he plays with switching and walks the line but always winds up with a submitting conclusion. ten, or yoongi, they’re mysterious to people in that regard, too. or wonho, who follows a jock aesthetic but offers himself as a fantasy with an 'open mind' and a cute personality in the mix, neither gentle giant, himbo, nor a skinny short king, just doing his own thing.
a twink or prince is easy on the eye for anyone who likes androgyny and is usually in favor of being gnc themselves, or is bored/turned off/disappointed or even frightened by the mainstream. argentina hasn't had that scope of pop culture industry to inspire trends, and prevailing structures of machismo and chivalry prevent androgyny in dress and behavior, especially outside larger cities as is also the case where i live (southern germany where christianity rules — you can imagine, it's not berlin).
where binaries, monosexuality and hypermasculine/homophobic/biphobic conduct is exaggerated, you won't find a twink able to do their thing or getting attention. sure, gnc people are always there and the world is slowly catching up in some places, although it feels like we're going ten steps backwards as a backlash these days which is unacceptable. that's why k-pop is such a refreshing element in the way that male performers present concepts and a female pov is embraced. nobody deems it punishable or strange if you walk up like this, in fact it's celebrated.
it also bursts the bubble of twink/prince = white and goes even further than just one specific aesthetic. it changes constantly and incorporates actual elements of kink culture rather than leaving men's submission unspoken as an ultimate taboo. it may be commercial, but it is also literal and encourages nonconforming styles and body types as the rise of shinee, skz, or nct exemplifies. the next generation prince/twink trailblazer is sure to be found there, my bet is on taeyong or felix, they're really owning the princeliness.
#and to answer the first question yes it's piping hot here nobody has an ac#but i try to stay chill in the shade and drink iced water au masse#kpop#jonghyun#jimin#taemin#felix#taeyong#skz#nct#prince#wonho#yoongi#ten
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