#I invest in the girls in my honors class

[evielmostdefinitely]

I would love see the first time that “excentric” aspect of they relationship started. Like how Coryo punishment her for the first time, She know what will happened? They talk about? And how she feel with that? Afraid ? Turn on ? Jealousy in think that probaly he did this with someone else ? Sorry if i wrote something wrong, english is not my first language

closer to the darkness |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, the dark backstory that led to you and coriolanus' exciting sex life.

contains: very very VERY DARK undertones. mentions prostitution and the exploitation that occurs in the capitol. public sex with undertones of slight humiliation. very very dark coriolanus. slightly manipulative and obsessive coriolanus. bdsm themes. dom!coryo x sub!reader. spanking. spanking with implement. oral (fem receiving). overall very dark smut. minors dni.

A simple invite, passed to him by the sly smirk of a classmate. “Snow,” Dennis hissed lowly, pencil tapping on the page of a book, eyes cutting to watch for the librarian. “A couple of us are going to The Underground tonight. Are you coming?” 

Coriolanus blinked, face staying stoic, unreadable. He didn’t particularly like the boys in his class, not now anymore than years before. He found the civilness of their polite conversation to be useless now- now that he had you. 

“I’m busy.” Coriolanus dismissed. He had no interest in going to their gambling billiards room or whatever this club was. 

“Oh, come on.” Dennis grinned, head ducking low. “You can leave the Duke girl for a night. She won’t mind anyways. Her brothers are always there. You’ll be in kept company.” 

Coriolanus perked at the mention. Your brothers, the two elder Duke boys that he hadn’t yet charmed the way he had your father and mother. A necessity to secure their approval. He knew they’d run the family business, already high up in the family ranks. If he planned to go forth with his game ideas, he’d need their investment. 

That drove him to cancel his plans with you, a half-hearted excuse about studying, offering to spend the weekend with you instead. He joined the boys of his class, socialites and aristocrats alike, all wearing their family’s name like a badge of honor. Coriolanus followed them towards the luxury end of the Capitol, secluded and reserved for only the best of the Capitol goers, exclusion even in the highest class. 

Coriolanus twisted the wad of cash in his pocket, hoping he could remember enough to pass at the roulette tables. “Here,” Dennis hummed, passing the small, black mask to Coriolanus when the doorman let them in. 

“What’s this?” Coriolanus muttered, twisting the mask in his hands. 

“Just part of it. I’m sure it helps the others feel their identity is well protected.” Dennis shrugged, tying the silk ends to the back of his head, eyes accentuated with the harsh black contrast of the material. 

They gamble openly during the games, but are worried here? Coriolanus thought, fighting back an eye roll. Instead, he fastened the material, following the string of people through the darkened hallways. It felt far from luxurious, more like the burrows and halls he’d sneak with Lucy Gray back in District Twelve. 

His mind wandered back to hers, furiously shaking her from his thoughts. He needed to be sharp, alert. Coryo had already decided he’d stumble into your brothers, hopeful he could still find them with the masks, that he’d sit at the right roulette table. 

Coriolanus stilled when there was no table. No green velvet lined table with dice and cigar smoke, no liquor or Avoxes roaming about. No, instead, there was a small, circular stage with a single row of chairs surrounding it. 

“Snow,” Dennis nudged his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. “We’re over here.” 

Coryo followed him, thankful for the mask, hoping it would conceal his wandering eyes. What was this place? A stage in the middle, nothing else. Coriolanus’ chest tightened with fear, grim curiosity perhaps as he settled into his seat. All around him, men with masks, chatting with each other, all nearly identical in the dim light of the room. 

“I heard they found her from Eleven.” The boy, Lucios, beside Dennis grinned. 

“I’m quite bored of the homely looking girls. They always look frightened, like caged animals being led to slaughter.” Dennis rolled his eyes in boredom. “I wish they’d bring in another girl from One. They always know how to put on the best shows.” 

“I’d even settle for Two.” Lucios cackled in a droning posh tone, waving over for his drink. “Maybe Three.” 

“It wouldn’t even be a real girl from Three. A hologram.” Dennis laughed. “As long as it isn’t Twelve or Ten, they always have the worst smell.” He snarled, eyes cutting to Coriolanus, who was rigidly watching the interaction. 

Dennis frowned, lips parting with a question, the trilling of a bell silencing him and everyone around them. All settling into their seats, quiet and still. Coryo’s heart beat so loudly it was deafening in his ears. Eyes scanning the room, he caught a glimpse of your brothers on the other side, eyes meeting only for a moment before the room fell dark. Completely pitch black, Coriolanus swallowed his rising panic, fists balling. 

It was a set up, a conspiracy to get him here, kill him. Of course they’d want to, they wanted you all for their own. Dennis had commented on you weeks ago, congratulated him behind bared teeth. How could he be so stupid? How could he not see?

A single light blinded him, body tensing at the sudden intrusion of light spilling above the stage. Underneath the beam, a man stood. His face was concealed entirely by a red mask that covered all his features, dressed in appropriate but dark wear, but with gloves that matched his mask. Next to him, a girl kneeling in a collar, and just a collar. Her face not covered, oh no, Coriolanus could see every line of fear, shine of terror though she tried to hide it. 

“Gentlemen,” The man’s voice was loud, even through the muffling of the mask it rang through the silent room. “Tonight our guest from Nine.” His gloved hand ran over her tied hair, and Coriolanus didn’t miss the way she shivered, biting her lip in fear. 

Coriolanus watched in eerie intrigue as the man brought her to a small bench like contraption, making a large show of securing her arms and legs, so she was left spread, vulnerable to the audience to see the most intimate parts of her. 

Coriolanus’ chest burned, maybe with fear, maybe with something else. Your brothers were here, here. He hoped they hadn’t seen him, stomach turning with the fear of what you’d do if you found out- fear that you’d leave him. The man on stage’s droning words fell deaf on his ears, mind racing with a plan, a plan to leave before they’d see you. He couldn’t see the row on the other side because of the light, so he hoped they couldn’t see him. 

His thoughts were stopped by a single cutting whistle of wood through the air, walloping onto skin with a resounding smack! followed by a muffled cry. 

“In the dark times, far before the dark times, since nearly the beginning of time, there have been many forms of debauchery that have been used to cause excitement.” The man droned dramatically, twisting a leather paddle in his hand. 

He tapped the girl’s left bottom cheek, before bringing his arm back, sending the paddle soaring onto her ass again. Coriolanus jumped slightly at the impact, mind dumbly blank of the worries from before. Nearly trance-like, watching the man paddle the girl, how she cried pathetically, how her flesh turned, blossoming with marks. 

“There has always been a power imbalance.” The man continued, letting the paddle rub teasingly over her body. “There have always been the powerful, the helpless. Those who are in charge, those who are submissive- completely at the mercy of your cruelness, of your control.” 

Coriolanus felt his pants tent, blood rushing from his head down to his throbbing cock. The man stalked, heavy footsteps that echoed in the room, back between the girl's legs. “There is a need for order. Even in intimacy.” He hummed, bringing the paddle down twice, two snapping flicks of his wrist. 

Coriolanus swallowed, spit pooling in his mouth at the cries the girl gave. The man scanned the room, setting the paddle on her backside, slowly taking off a glove. Coriolanus leant forward, watching the man with intense intrigue. 

“Because as we all know, there is pleasure in power.” The man boomed, his hand disappearing between the girl’s legs. A gasp ghosting on the edge of pleasure filled the room, her back arching at the sensation that was hidden from Coriolanus’ view, his eyes narrowing for a better view. 

Coryo’s face blushed deeply, burning with excitement when the man’s fingers lifted, covered in sticky arousal from the girl that webbed his fingers. “And as you can see, there is pleasure in pain as well.” Though his face was hidden, Coriolanus could hear the smug smirk of his voice. 

“My darling guest here is one who enjoys such pain, which is why she’s chosen to serve the Capitol and offer her services.” The man continued, wiping her release on his pants. “For the night, the rates bidding starts at a high price since she can only be shared once.” 

Coriolanus slipped out when the bidding started, the lights dimming enough for him to see the exit. He walked furiously down the streets of the Capitol, throwing the mask furiously on the ground. Still, his cock throbbed, stirred to life, not at the girl but at the idea. The idea that you would be tied up, tilt that power to him entirely, be at his mercy and command. 

He’d brain his throbbing cock as the reason his thoughts were scattered, why he showed up at your penthouse. 

“I thought you were studying- oh!” You squeaked, letting the door fall with a snap shut, Coriolanus’ hands on your waist, kissing you with feverish hunger. 

“I missed you.” Coriolanus rasped, your heart swelling at the words. “I couldn’t wait until this weekend. I had to see you. Had to taste you.” 

Your knees wobbled at the words, tensing with excitement. You could feel his stiff cock on your hip, ignoring the way he rubbed himself into your hip, letting him settle between your legs. You were surprised when his plush lips pressed to the inside of your thighs, hot breath ghosting over your clothed pussy. Your fingers tangled through his hair when his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, lapping and suckling. 

Coriolanus knew what to do, what he needed to do to get you brainless, pliant before he’d suggest such a proposal. So he let you pull at his hair, let you tug at the roots while you whined and cried out, bucking beneath him as his tongue worked you open. 

“I want to try something.” Coriolanus hovered above your sprawled out frame, slack and limp against the rustled sheets. His eyes were dark, looking down at you from the slope of his nose- it sent a shiver right through your already trembling frame. “If you’re willing.” 

Brain still foggy from the previous orgasms, you nodded lazily. Of course you did, it was like clockwork to Coryo, all a part of his plan. “You always enjoy it so much when I’m rough with you,” Coryo began, biting back a smirk at how you blushed, body folding shyly into itself at his words. “I want to try something a little… more.” 

“I don’t much care for torture.” You frowned, lips pulling in a scowl. 

“I would never torture you, darling.” Coryo smiled softly, a small shake of his head that had you relaxing. “I think you’ll find this more pleasurable than painful.” 

He had you over his thigh after a short amount of coaxing. Legs on either side of his thigh, body resting on the silk sheets behind him. He alternated sharp smacks to your ass that left you squealing, lifting in tense alert at the sensation only for his hand to slip back between your thighs, tease and pleasure you until you melted back onto his thigh. Until his spanks were met with pathetic whimpers of pleasure, rubbing yourself shamelessly on his thigh. 

It was only the beginning. The very start of the shift in power for the two of you. First in the bedroom, then out in the world.

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[charmedreincarnation]

My Boujee wealthy dark academia shifting story

Before I started manifesting money in this reality, I was super obsessed with the old money aesthetic, gossip girl, nepotism babies, and just anything money tbh, because obscene wealth has always been fascinating to me. I was honestly bored and feeling materistlic when I intended to go here solely for the purpose of ending this exploration crave lol. I’ll just list some of the thing I had fun doing and my experiences. I won’t get into specific stories because they’re probably just as you presume.

I’m going to first run through some of the most fascinating things I experienced and before I tell personal stories.

-Going to luxury rooftop bars and having drinks with my friends! This is one of my first realities where I was of age and had an extroverted personality so that was fun

-I Joined a super cool and high class sorority at my college. I always thought the concept of a sorority was cringe but we did a lot of volunteer work, and the communal family you have access to is beyond what I expected.

-Going on fancy night outs and renting the most expensive hotel room to have a relaxing night with friends and/ or throwing a giant high class party was the weekend norm. My ambivert self here is shocked that this is how some people live everyday haha.

- getting to be be a mysterious rich person, and legacy student at my university had its perk.

-my parents owned vacation homes in the aesthetic countrysides of Switzerland and France. Here I didn’t get the reasoning of having multiple homes,but when you travel often, it’s not as impractical as it seems.

-getting used to flying private. Not having to go through tsa and having a corsage of people to have travel be as easy as possible was so fun. I don’t travel often here and when I do it spikes my anxiety. Being surrounded by people and having to do all those checks stresses me out, and not dealing with that made traveling so much more fun.

-my parents created a huge scholarship fund to help low-income families. With a certain amounts of students winning every month. This scholarship covers all fees for college from boarding to school supplies to tuition costs to meal plans. I got to also sponsor an endangered animals. My choice was pandas :)

-getting to go to go to the met gala!

-Buying expensive rare and ancient plants! My dad bought a $20,000 olive tree for my mom to plant on our property, and it’s worth the price. Nature to me will always be priceless

The first thing that I think of when I reflect on what it is like being in the top .01% is the access to resources. Having access to a sizable personal fortune gives me the freedom to purchase anything I want and to travel anywhere in the world. I can indulge in luxuries that some people can only dream about.

It also brings with it a considerable amount of responsibility. As part of this elite group I have an obligation to use my resources to better the lives of those around me. For example, I have been able to make donations to charities and invest in causes that are important to me. I believe this is a great way to use my wealth to make a difference in the world.At times being in the top .01% was overwhelming. There is a certain level of pressure to make sure that my money is invested in responsible and rewarding ways. As well, many people view the wealthy with suspicion and resentment, which can be intimidating at times.

Anyways I want to expand on my experience attending the mega gala, bc that was easily my favorite night.My experience attending the Met gala was super cool, and a night to remember no matter what reality I’m in. I was so honored to be there for the first time ever. I vividly remember I was wearing a gorgeous navy blue satin dress with glittering jewels around the edges. The glittering jewels were a perfect complement to the gold sequins that adorn my dress as I made my way to the main event.inside, I was amazed by the opulence of the venue and how much effort has gone into creating such a beautiful spectacle. Everywhere I look I see incredible art installations, shimmering lights, and luxurious furnishings that all make me feel like I'm in a wonderland. To top it off, there's was incredible live music playing and the electrifying atmosphere that is enough to make anyone want to get up and dance.Of course, it wouldn't be a true Met Gala experience without some of the amazing food and drinks. From delicious hors d'oeuvres to exquisite sweet treats, everything was artfully prepared and presented, definitely making it a night to remember.

As the evening progresses, there was so much more to take in. Celebrities were mingling, taking pictures and making speeches; even just getting a chance to be in the same room with them was an incredible experience.My favorite moment was meeting a person I’m both of fan of here in this reality and that reality as well. I vividly remember Lily-Rose Depp gracefully walking through the hall, meeting people one by one and graciously talking to each of them.finally, it was my turn to meet her. She warmly shook my hand and asked me how I was doing. We began talking, and I found myself instantly at ease around her. We spoke about roles we've taken on in the past, our respective passions in life, and our favorite movies.

I was completely swept away by her enthusiasm for life and her willingness to connect on a deeper level with those around her. As we talked, I noticed that she kept casting glances around the hall- which I later found out was because she wanted to make sure that everyone present was enjoying themselves and feeling welcome. At the end of our conversation, she thanked me for taking the time to talk to her and added that if I ever needed anything, she'd be there to help out. I was holding back my giddy smile, trying to be as normal as possible, as I thanked her for her kindness.

I also vividly remember my upbringing and just how crazy wealthy people live.

Growing up, much of my time was spent attending events and dinners with other businesspeople. Although these were often overwhelming and boring at first, I gradually became more comfortable in such social settings and gained connections of my own.

Meanwhile, I also had access to mentors and peers from well-connected families. This allowed me to gain invaluable advice and knowledge on how to succeed in the professional world. In addition, to no surprise there were times when I was given advantages in certain situations due to my family ties. Doors that may have been closed to others opened up easily for me. This made it easier for me to take advantage of certain opportunities and advance my career. While this is true, it can often be a double-edged sword. Being a nepotism baby can make it hard to prove yourself, as there's always a nagging feeling that you got ahead because of a lucky birthright, but that of course in no ways compares to being born without connections. I think that’s something wealthy people tell their kids so they don’t feel like they didn’t work for anything because even if it’s true you don’t want the people you love to feel that way. Also, there's sometimes an element of guilt present due to knowing that others may not get the same opportunities as you. It can be difficult to separate what you've earned from what was given because of your family ties.

I was also lucky enough to have grown up in a huge mansion in the heart of Los Angeles, with all the bells and whistles that come with it. From the grand entrance walls adorned with family portraits and art to the private screening theaters and sprawling gardens, I'd say it's one of a kind.

The perks of living in a mansion come tenfold; I was on Tik tok the other day and saw people complaining (humble bragging) about the hardships of having a huge home. Growing up in one and having the experience now, it’s actually very common for rich people to portray their life as harder than it is to seem more human. It’s something we’re taught to do when we’re young so when I see it happen now, I’m like eye roll… I know exactly what you’re doing

Anyways I loved my house ! For starters, I loved my sunset pool that overlooks the city. It's the perfect place to enjoy a summer day in California with great views and a built-in Jacuzzi. Of course there's also my personal chef who helps whip up amazing meals for me and my family.

Having house help has made growing up here a breeze. Everyday necessities like laundry, chores and even grocery shopping are taken care of for me, leaving me more time to focus on things that really matter. I could write a list of things I needed, and the next morning everything I wrote would show up just like that, it was actually pretty dope. Not to mention the immense amount of help I get from my parents—they are both incredibly successful, so I'm always surrounded by people who, like them, have achieved incredible success.

More than anything, the best part of living here is that I get whatever I want. Shopping sprees, spa days and extravagant getaways are just a few of the indulgences that come with my lifestyle. I'm truly fortunate to have experienced a life of luxury and opulence—it's definitely given me a greater appreciation for all that I have been blessed with.

Lastly, I’m a big foodie no matter where I go so I’m also going to list some of my fav 5 star restaurants! I’m sure most if not all exist here as well so, if possible I would try them out!

-For seafood lovers, Manresa in Los Gatos, California is sure to tantalize your taste buds. With its commitment to local and sustainable ingredients, the restaurant offers an ever-changing menu that highlights delicious seafood dishes with a Californian flair. From the tantalizing tuna tartare and exquisite abalone dishes to the poached white sturgeon and Dungeness crab preparations, Manresa showcases its tasteful and creative cuisine that people rave about.

-If French cuisine is more to your liking, Alain Ducasse in Paris is sure to transport you to another world of classic French cuisine with a modern twist. During your visit, you'll enjoy dishes such as the butter-poached lobster tail, roasted poultry with Malavallee mushrooms, and crispy duck with crispy crimini mushrooms and creamy potato puree. And be sure to finish your meal with the magnificent desserts like the signature Mont Blanc cake.

-For a top-notch Italian experience, check out Osteria Francescana in Modena, Italy. Here you'll find an unforgettable Italian culinary experience with traditional dishes like beef cheek in Barolo wine, ravioli stuffed with prawns, zucchini flowers and stracciatella, and risotto with king crab. The family-run restaurant has come a long way since it first opened in 1995, achieving true worldwide fame for its simple yet lavish dishes.

-If you're planning a trip to Tokyo, you'll definitely want to make a stop at Sushi Saito. Not only is this two Michelin-starred restaurant applauded for its exquisite sushi and sashimi platters, but it's also home to the world's finest sushi chefs. From the uni and scallop nigiri to the tuna sashimi, each bite here is sure to delight your palate.

-Lastly, don't miss the opportunity to visit Geranium in Copenhagen and sample a unique take on modern Nordic cuisine. Chef Rasmus Kofoed delights guests with dishes that feature locally sourced, seasonal ingredients such as skyr ice cream, geoduck clams, and trout roe. With its innovative approach and bold flavors, Geranium has truly become one of the world’s finest restaurants.

No matter which five-star Michelin restaurant you choose, you can be sure that you'll experience exceptional food and service and leave with lasting memories of your sumptuous meal… but these were the most memorable to me.

Other than that I don’t really know what else to say unless you guys wanna hear specific things. It was a normal life, at least normal to me there because that’s just how I was raised 🥰🥰

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #law of attraction #shiftblr #reality shifting

[faeriefully]

I don’t know if I agree with homeschooling. I always found it doesn’t really expose kids to the real world and kind of teaches them to bubble wrap themselves from the rest of the world. Did you have a good experience being homeschooled and feel differently? (PS. This isn’t supposed to be an argument or a jab, just thinking about stuff!)

Well, in one sense, you are correct.

Homeschooling does not expose children to the evils of the real world before they are ready to comprehend them.

As a child, I was not exposed to porn, sex, drugs, bullying, verbal abuse from my peers, physical or sexual abuse from others, or authoritative abuse from adults.

Now, I'm not saying these things cannot/don't happen within the home. They do, and it's evil. However, there is a far lesser chance of them happening when you, the parent, are actively engaged in your child's life and education.

Instead, my childhood was one of love and support and growth. My interests were fed and developed, and my needs met both emotionally and intellectually by my parents who were both fully invested in my education and development.

My experience with homeschooling (as well as the majority of my friends') is that we were educated at a pace that was our own, many times a faster rate and higher level than our peers within public school. I normally finished all my "in the books" schooling for the day from 10am-1pm. Even so, when compared to my peers, I tested one to two "grades" higher than my age range.

My exposure to "real world" issues was monitored by my parents. I had discussions about what sex, marriage, racism, politics, government, abuse, and various other "real world" topics were at an age appropriate level that gradually advanced until I was about 17 yeas old.

As far as "real world" experiences go:

I volunteered at a hospital during my teenage years. I knew how to work and how to manage my money from the time I was fifteen. (First babysitting, then eventually retail.) I was in soccer as a kid and later did martial arts for ten years. I learned and talked politics with my family and other home schooled kids from the time I was fifteen. I had a class specifically titled "worldviews" in which I learned not only my Christian worldview, but about other religions and politics and current cultural events happening around us. I learned about puberty in a safe environment with all my questions answered and the comfort of understanding what was happening. I never had to deal with crude comments or abuse as a young girl.

I consumed media that was age appropriate and anything I encountered that I questioned or was unfamiliar with, I brought to my parents whom I trusted and would always discuss things with me in a mature manner.

I grew up with a consistent friend group that I trusted and still have to this day, though time has changed our dynamics and relationships. Currently, I'm quite content with my ability to make friends, socialize, and the number of friends I have.

My relationship with my parents was strong and held mutual trust. I was monitored as a small child, but gradually gained more independence as I got older and understood more about the world. If I had questions, I would bring them to my parents with no hesitation, embarrassment, nor fear. That relationship still remains, though now I'm a good number of years into adulthood.

Every challenge I faced growing up, I felt prepared for-- because my parents had taken the time to prepare me for it. In my education, work life, social life. If it was unfamiliar, I would bring it to them, but I rarely had to. I knew how to problem solve and think critically. I knew how to think things through and address adults and those in authority even if I was in an unfamiliar place. I could find my way around situations with little anxiety.

When it came time for college, I tested higher than average and was asked if I'd graduated in the top 5% of my class. I am now in an honors program and recently accepted into the highest ranked honors society across all majors in the country.

What real world experience does a child need that their parents cannot provide them when they actually invest in their children?

Society trains us into believing that a parent cannot provide their child with the education, development, and "experiences" they need. But what are these "experiences"?

Our media is flooded with horror stories and abuse victims of the public school system-- from burnt out teens, to abuse, to drugs and pregnancy, to anxiety attacks, to bullying, to pornography exposure.

What benefit does it give you as a parent or your child to hand them over into the hands of strangers (whom you're told to trust) for 8+ hours a day to sit in a chair and be lectured to with little to no expression or socialization with anyone outside of the classroom environment? They may sit in the same room as other peers (not allowed to move or talk), walk the same halls, eat in the same places, but they are not learning to properly engage with the world around them.

Children primarily interact with others their age during the day, and in what way is their conversations developing life skills that they need? Yes, they have friends and that is good. People need healthy friends. But a majority of the people they engage with are not their friends and they are not learning how to handle tough situations with individuals.

They are learning to judge one another, to morph and fit in, to avoid being bullied, to become the cutout that the government appointed educator approves of.

I always remind parents, schools don't just teach "abcs" and "123s". Schools form your children's entire foundation and worldview. The internet indoctrinates kids more than anything else once you let them have access to it.

Do you trust over 100 other children to have your child's well being and best interests at heart? Do you trust the government appointed official? Do you trust the internet?

Either you raise your kids; or someone else will.

You teach your child; or someone else will.

#homeschool your kids #homeschooling #homeschooled #homeschool #home school #anon #on homeschooling #hall of fame

[storiesofsung]

Yuu OC - Mulan ⚔️

Pt1 An interesting concept

I’ve always been curious about the direction that TWST could go in regards to MC being a girl.

One of my favorite examples of this being this fic by DuckInSuits on Ao3

Now this inspired me to watch Mulan because it is one of the most famous “girl disguised as boy” story (other than OHSHC) that I know of.

Since literally almost everyone is twisted off someone (idk who Jack is tho) +the Disney references that make me cringe sometimes just because I know the existence of Disney, why not make the MC also twisted off something?

(lol Grim as Mushu tho imagine)

I just feel like the in canon MC does seem like the type of person to kind of work hard with what ingenuity they have since they live in a worn down building and pass classes they have zero prior knowledge on.

And they do kinda use their brains to figure out shit, especially with the overblots !!

Idk i just think it would be an interesting dynamic to work through

None of that liar arc tho, that usually stretches on too long but like… yk

I really enjoyed the fic because it made us connect with Cater (and I believe Ruggie?) in ways the normal canon didn’t explore. It made me empathize with them and actually be invested in their relationship with the MC. And I like how it shows just slice of life stuff like MC making pancakes in Ramshackle dorm/needing feminine pads.

Moments like these really give us a moment to stop and breathe to notice the story’s surroundings while making it believable and lived in. It balances out action and pure dipshitness.

Pt2 “Also I really like Mulans songs”

Honor to us all + Reflection

in regards to this while listening to Honor to us All, it actually made me think of a believable motivation for my said OC, she ran away because she didn’t want to get married, and didn’t want to pretend to be someone else just for her parents (and by extension society) to accept her

Now I know this motivation is more selfish than not wanting your elderly father to fight in a war but remember TWST characters ≠ their twisted counterparts. (Ex. Rollo is less pure evil than Frollo). And I think this could be an interesting motivation since her journey going to TWST could make the MC realize her actions and make her decide whether she did was right or wrong (=character development)

A Girl Worth Fighting For

You cannot make me believe every single man in an all boys school is 100% feminism core.

I think that’s where a girl worth fighting for could come in. (Deuce not included he is a feminist) but the 1st year friend group being a lil (while unknowingly) sexist in regards to how they see a female romantic interest, then later drinking respect women juice after realizing the strongest (they fought 6 overblots stfu yes they are) one in their fg is in fact a woman (and later apologizing to her lol)

Make a Man out of You

It’s self explanatory based on what I said earlier but I’m not sure who could be Shang in this song 😭😭. Personality based it’s either Vil or Riddle, Physically it’s Leona (he would not give a shit other wise), unless it’s for spelldrive)

Summary: Overall this is more of a Yuu not based on having a love interest, but as a character based on an icon (✨).

This has just been on my mind for a bit about an AU that I do not have the skills to write about l…but it’s for all you girlies who prefer pants over skirts and generally dont like to be categorized as feminine 🔥

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fandom #twst rambles #twst oc #twst yuu oc #twst yuu #twst hc #twst fanfic

[fantasybooktournament]

my very biased favoirtes (tm)

kingkiller chronicle baby!! ive been obsessed with this series for half my life now and ive written essays on it for fun. it is deeply special to me.

the tortall books esp the song of the lioness was one of the first books i read on my own that my mom hadnt read. these are my ultimate comfort books and influence the fantasy i read after.

graceling realms by kristin cashore (well the first three at least) is a series i can read over and over. i love the magic system and how it's tied to themes. the main characters are complicated and dynamic, the romances are beautiful .. . absolutely amazing.

the gilded wolves by roshani chokshi is a puzzle book, a historical fantasy. there is a big emphasis on found family, addresses racism and colonialism within europe (esp the upper class), and it is all very cleverly constructed.

legendborn by tracy deonn is worth all the hype is is getting and I hope people continue recognizing its awesomeness. the only book in king arthur canon im attached to. its about grief, it's about legacy, it's about institutional racism, its about parents and children. read for a strong emotional journey, complicated characters, and difficult conversations about king arthur and the united states

in other lands by sarah rees brennan which tbh i read back when it was being published online. perfect for those who love snarky protagonists, commentary on the fantasy genre, you gotta try this book!

the poppy war by rf kuang is one of the few trilogies i have finished in the past few year. its absolutely heart-wrenching. starts as a magic school book, then turns into a magic war book. please look up the trigger warnings beforehand. perfect for those who love epic fantasies tied to historical events.

piranesi by susanna clarke is the strangest book I've read. its not like anything else I've read. you should absolutely try it.

strange the dreamer by laini taylor is beautifully written, clever, and full of amazing themes. i love these characters and worlds and it's very lovely and intense.

elatsoe by darcie little badger is a modern day fantasy and i cannot recommend it enough, it's so clever and kind and theres ghost dogs????

little thieves by margaret owen- my new beloved. this book was written for me, even if the author doesnt know it. sequel comes out in only a few days, perfect time to read it!!

Honorable mentions:

sunshine by robin mckinley- i love robin mckinley's books although this is not my favorite, its a fantastic take on vampires

the bone witch by rin chupeco- amazing world building and beautiful writing, im way overdue to finish the series

nettle and bone by t. kingfisher- a dark, creepy fairy tale feel that has me wanting more from the author

an ember in the ashes by sabaa tahir- another series i absolutely need to finish, has some really interesting morally gray characters.

wayward children by seanan mcguire- these books are so satisfying and i am absolutely the target audience for this series. we love deconstructed portal fantasies

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust- i will read all fairy tale retellings but this one i bought after because i needed this fantastic version of snow white

the sandsea trilogy by chelsea abdullah- only the first one is out but i am so invested to see where this reimagining of a thousand and one nights goes!

his dark materials by phillip pullman- a classic. your soul is your animal companion. need i say more?

the golem and the jinni by helene wecker- a very recent read but i will be shoving this into peoples hands now. historical fantasy isnt always my jam but when it works, it works.

#these are only my favorite fantasy #and the ones in this tournament #mod speaks #i love so many books

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii saw u were doing a ship match up thingy and wanted to see if u could do me with pjo?! not sure if ur still doing them tho so i apologize if not!

so first of all i’m pretty fem presenting, she/her, im a girl and im bi :) i got medium length wavy brown hair with long curtain bangs (im tryna grow them out..) i also wear glasses! im half mexican, white dad😬 and im literally a no sabo kid (IM TRYING TO LEARN SPANIDJ I SWESR.) im pretty tan as well, im 5’4 if that matters, my friends either call me very calm or like very weird, im also very sarcastic and ppl say my personality is fun and silly. i am an introvert tho but like very loud and outgoing wjen with my friends, like im highly embarrassing when im with my friends in public

i like to read (pjo), im pretty smart #ap/honors classes😇 but like i act rlly dumb sometimes. i play piano (not very good!) love atla, stardew valley, i lovr horror movies, hate roller coasters, love nayure and animalsnand shit and I TALK A LOT. IM SUCH A YAPPER. also rlly like painting and drawing and stuff like that but im not the best at it, i also keep lots of trinkets in my room that just dont have a specific place to go like theyre just everywhere. oki idk what else to put so >_<

take ur time in doing this and thank uuu!!

Your PJO ship: Percy Jackson!

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he loves your medium length brown wavy hair. He just likes the way that it looks in the fact that it’s not completely curly not completely straight. It’s just wavy and it kind of reminds some of the oceans waves almost with the way that it goes up and down, and I don’t know. I just think he would love that feature about you.. he really likes your curtain bangs and thinks that they are adorable and they go really well with your glasses. I feel like he’d make a lot of jokes about your glasses and also your curtain bangs like friendly teasing just show how much he likes them. He would also tease you about not knowing Spanish yet even though he knows literally knows himself and he’s such a hypocrite but yeah, I feel like he that’s something he would kind of tease you about, he loves your weird personality, but he also loves the side of you. That can be calm because it very much contrast with his personality and I just feel like you guys would have such opposites attract energy and it would be really, really sweet. he’s also pretty sarcastic, silly funny, etc. so I feel like that’s something that you guys would have in common and I feel like you guys would make such a dynamic duo in battles with all of your comebacks and smart remarks and things like that I just feel like you guys would be hilarious together, and everyone around you would honestly kind of love it. You guys have the best banter. Like the best top-notch.. he relates to The being smart but kind of acting dumb sometimes thing, and even though he wishes that you wouldn’t dumb yourself down sometimes because he knows how incredibly brilliant you are he would understand and he would be a hypocrite if he told you otherwise, so he mostly just nods along and gets it. he’s not the best at art, but I feel like you would still be great at art so he would absolutely support you and constantly stand behind you and ask questions whether you were painting or drawing or whatever he would just be totally invested in it even though he has ADHD and can’t like sit still for long. I still feel like he would find a way to be invested in it and, if you ever wanted to draw something would be offensive please do not make a portrait of anyone you would get punched in the face with that shit man he cannot draw for crap. I love him, but he can’t draw for crap so I feel like he’d always ask you for lessons and stuff anyway you guys are cute. I ship it. 🩷

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #hoo pjo #pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv show #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 3

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

“You’re courting the Barnes boy?  A clerk?  You can’t be serious?!” your uncle Alonso yelled.  After your announcement and making plans to see Bucky again soon for different parties and outings to make it publicly official, your uncle had been polite to the Barneses’ faces, but the simmering anger in his eyes was enough warning to you that he was livid.  “After all the work I’ve put in for you to meet the men of high society in New York, get you audiences with each of them, I was making plans with the Rogers boy and the Rumlowe lad.  His uncle Alexander Pierce would be a great asset to our–” he cut himself off quickly, knowing he messed up, “your, your investments.”

You scoffed.  “Brock Rumlowe?  I’d rather eat my own hair than associate with that pathetic man.  And his uncle Pierce?  You know he’s been caught dealing with American enemies and defaulting on his loans, don’t you?  And as for Rogers, as wonderful as he is, he’s near betrothed to and hopelessly in love with the Carter girl.  Even if I wanted him, why would I get in the way of that?  Have you no honor, uncle?”  You stared at him in disbelief.  

Alonso was stumped, his mouth agape as he internalized the information you had.  “Alonso,” you started, feeling exasperated and done with his meddling, “I made myself clear while we were on holiday.  I let you come with me because I genuinely wanted to have a familial relationship with you after I lost the rest of my family.  But you made your intentions clear from the start as you tried to marry me off to every man of status in Europe.  As I have told you before, you do not speak for me,” you reiterated your stance, glaring at him.  “I get to choose, I get to decide.  This is my life, I have access and authority over my inheritance, thanks to my father, not you.  I am under no delusions that you are trying to use me for said inheritance, to financially better yourself.  So how about I make you a deal, since you like to pretend you're a great businessman?” you mocked him, sitting down at the desk and throwing a contract at him.  He picked the paper up, examining it as you continued.  “I’ll pay you to go away.  A yearly stipend that in your old age should last you as long as you don’t gamble it away like you have the rest of your money.”  Alonso glared back at you, his fingers tightening around the paper.  “I think it’s high time for you to go back home to England, uncle.  You will leave with dignity, not reach out to me, and leave me to live my life.  It’s either this, or I will throw you out of my house and you can fend for yourself on the streets of New York and stow yourself away to England.  The choice is yours.”

Alonso frowned, “Well what choice do I have, really?”

You smiled pettily.  “None, really.  It’s more than generous.  So sign it, pack your things, and go home.  I will send you a wedding announcement when the time comes, but you are not invited.”

“You cannot be serious that you want to marry Barnes,” he accused, his eyes flaring again.

“I don’t know if I will marry Bucky, uncle.  We just barely announced our courtship, don’t jump to conclusions,” you waved his mock concern away.  “Your worry is misplaced and unwarranted, and quite frankly does not affect or concern you.  Now sign it, my patience has worn thin,” you warned him through gritted teeth, shoving a pen across the desk.  

***

The courtship was met with surprise, which you both expected.  But times were changing rapidly, and you as the progressive woman you were did not care for others’ opinions.  Bucky was still getting used to you and felt himself catching up constantly.  You were open with calling him pet names, touching him, removing your gloves and letting him kiss your bare hands in public, all to cause a stir and make it clear you were taken and unapologetic about who you chose to associate with.  He played into it, kissing your hands at random times, standing what would be considered too close while in public and at parties, whispering in your ear, and while at the shows you went to reach over to hold your hand and then squeeze your thigh randomly.  There were lots of rumors and gossip, but you couldn’t care less as you paraded him around that summer season. 

As the season came to a close you decided to throw one last summer party, expanding it from the grand ballroom inside to your outdoor courtyard since it was hot.  You had been the talk of the town as people wondered what you’d wear this time.  Each party and show you’d gone to had been a new adventure as you modified the American fashions with pieces you acquired from your travels.  Bucky helped you plan everything, writing out the invitations with his expert penmanship, and although he tried to see what it was you were planning on wearing, you wouldn’t budge, only giving him a swatch of bright red fabric and sending him off with Amir to help design the outfit. 

The invitations were sent and the day had come.  The mansion was decorated in a Moroccan theme with brightly colored draping set along the ceilings, flowers cascading from every high surface, bulbous lamps with ornate designs cut into the metal, candles set in jewel toned glasses, and many of the tropical plants that were movable from the greenhouse to the ballroom.  Heavy spices filled the air as foreign Arabian music played interspersed with American tunes.  The guests filed in and stared in wonder at the spectacle of it all, most of them having never seen anything like it before.  Bucky arrived after getting picked up by your car, wearing an outfit called a sherwani that Amir had helped design for the event.  It was a bright red color with intricate gold embroidery around the shoulders and on the chest.  The pants he wore underneath were the same red that tapered down to velvet shoes that felt like slippers on his feet.  Amir had also helped him trim up his beard as he had been letting it grow once you stated how much you enjoyed good-looking facial hair.  Many of the guests showed up in some semblance of Arabian clothing, trying to match with the theme, although many came in their regular dress clothes, unsure of what it meant.  

As the party started and you made your entrance into the room it felt like everything froze in time.  You were wearing a bright red flowing dress that reached to your ankles.  Bucky noted your feet were covered by gold jewelry that were attached to your ankle but otherwise bare.  The dress, which Amir whispered to him was called an abaya, had a neckline and buttons down the front that were embroidered the same as his sherwani was, with gold threading and some sparkling gems interlaced throughout.  The sleeves were connected to the dress in a way that made it so when you spread your arms wide the entire thing seemed to expand like you were spreading wings.  You wore a corset this time, which could be slightly seen through the thin fabric and pushed your breasts up higher than normal, peeking out from the neckline of the abaya.  Your wrists were layered with gold and red bangles, with a red tattoo design covering your hands, henna as Amir explained.  Your ears were laden with long dangling earrings that matched the bulbous lamp decor and some gold cuff earrings along the top of your ears.  Your hair was free flowing and wavy like from an undone braid with rubies hanging from a gold beaded headpiece atop your head.  

Bucky felt like the air was sucked from his lungs as he watched you walk into the room.  The whispers around him were nothing new, but there was a hushed reverence that night as what looked like an otherworldly being was now in their presence.  As you walked to the middle of the dance floor and waited, Bucky rushed forward to properly greet you and be the first to dance with you, as was customary when two people were courting.  He approached you and gave you a deep bow then reached out for your hand.  You gave it to him, then he kissed it before straightening up and giving you an appreciative once-over.

“You look…ethereal, my pretty doll,” he complimented you quietly as the band in a balcony above took their positions.

“You are quite dashing yourself, my darling,” you gave him a head bow back, your eyes raking over him as well.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, squeezing your fingers softly.

“Always,” you smiled warmly, then whispered, “as long as you help me not fall over from how tight this corset is.”  Bucky snickered at your complaint, nodding as he held you.

The night drew on with great success.  Although you were courting you were still expected to dance with others at the party as the host.  You took your turns with different men, speaking politely and promising audiences with their mothers or sisters, and taking breaks with different groups of women you would gossip with before the next dance.  As you spoke to a group of ladies that you had become close with you felt a hand tap your shoulder firmly.  You turned to see Brock Rumlowe leering above you, a sickly sweet smile on his face.

“Lady Y/L/N, may I have the next dance?” he asked, although it sounded more like a demand.

“Of course,” you answered politely, giving him a tight smile in return.  As you excused yourself from your friends you gave them a meaningful wide-eyed stare away from his view, silently asking them to watch out for you.  They subtly nodded as you took his arm and he led you back to the dance floor.

Rumlowe guided you to the center then pulled you in too close for comfort.  You tried to pull away minutely but his hold was unyielding.  He was watching you like prey as you started the dance.

“You look ravishing, Y/N,” he complimented you in a deep voice, his hand on your back slightly slipping lower.  You didn’t stop him at first, continuing the dance as you refused to look at him.

“I don’t believe we’re in the type of relationship for you to be calling me by my first name, Mr. Rumlowe,” you chastised him quietly.  His grip on you tightened, making you wince since you were already sucked in by the corset.

“So, you and Barnes, huh?  I was under the impression that you were looking for someone of status.  Your uncle was quite adamant when he came to my house a couple of months ago,” he droned on, ignoring your previous remark.

“I’m sorry he was misinformed.  I’m looking for someone of substance, not just status, to share my life with.  He’s a good man,” you defended Bucky quickly, praying for this song to be over already.  Rumlowe just oozed a bad energy, and you didn’t feel safe with him, especially this close.

“Am I not good?  What on earth could a poor, insignificant clerk have that I couldn’t give you in spades?” he whipped you around as the music picked up, his hand sliding down again dangerously close to the swell of your behind.  You gave him a warning glare.  “What is it, his looks?  His charms?  Or maybe something a bit more…scandalous?  I can give you scandalous, sweetheart,” he murmured as his hand found the cheek of your butt.  You quickly grabbed that hand and firmly placed it back on your waist, frowning deeply at his grin.  

“You will remember your manners, Mr. Rumlowe, or I will have you removed from this party,” you gave him one last warning, glaring daggers at him.  “I am merely dancing with you out of courtesy, not because I want to.  I am being courted.  You will do well to keep your hands to yourself.”

He chuckled darkly.  “Come on, Y/N, where’s that rebellious spirit of yours now?” he teased, his hand now slipping around to your side.  “I do like a spitfire,” he growled in your ear as his hand came around and groped the side of your breast.  You gasped as you pulled out of his arms, and with as much strength that you could muster slapped him across the face.  He quickly stepped back with a grunt as he held his face.  The slap attracted the attention of everyone around you as the band played on, oblivious to the scene below.  Dancing couples around you gasped and got out of the way as Rumlowe straightened himself, pulling his hand away and seeing a small drop of blood on his fingers from where his lip split.  He gave you a murderous glare as you glared back at him.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me,” you seethed.  Your breathing picked up as you felt a panic attack coming on, your chest heaving as you tried to keep a straight face.  “Leave.  Now!” your voice echoed through the room, catching more people’s attention.

Bucky had been catching up with Steve, unaware of your predicament, until he heard your voice, then he quickly found you and saw you with Rumlowe.  “Shit,” he mumbled and turned to Steve.  “Go find Alexander Pierce and get him to take his stupid nephew home before I kill him,” he instructed him.  Steve took two seconds to assess what was going on, his face hardening as he nodded his head.  “He’s no longer welcome,” Bucky growled, striding toward you as quickly as possible.  

Rumlowe looked around at everyone staring, wiping his mouth quickly then giving you a mocking deep bow.  “As you wish, my lady,” he gave you a menacing smile, then turned and strutted through the crowd towards the punch bowl table.  Your eyes were threatening to well up with tears, your breaths getting shorter and heavier as you watched him leave.  You couldn’t stand the stares anymore and quickly made your way out of the ballroom towards the dark back rooms that weren’t being used.  

Bucky watched you leave and made his way to where you were going through a different door.  He followed the hallway down, unsure of which direction you’d gone, until he could hear panting.  He followed the sound until he found you hidden in a room that was mostly dark except for a few candles in sconces along the walls.  You were breathing fast, your chest rising and falling too quickly, one hand on your chest and the other steadying you against the wall.

“Oh, doll, what happened?” Bucky ran up to you, placing his hand on your upper back and rubbing it comfortingly.  You spared him a glance, tears streaming down your face and your mouth open wide as you tried to get air.

“Rumlowe, he…he touched me,” you panted, your hands now on your hips as you tried to catch your breath.  

“He touched you?” Bucky was seeing red, his anger bubbling in his chest, his heart feeling like it dropped to his stomach.  “I’m going to kill him, where did he touch you?” He tried to distract you and grabbed your face with his hands, rubbing your cheeks and making you focus on him.

“My…my backside,” *wheeze* “and the side of my breast,” you were panicking.  “I can’t…I can’t breath!” Bucky scanned you, noting just how tight the corset underneath really was.  

“Of course you can’t breathe in this, doll,”  he said, then made a quick decision.  He moved his hands to the top of the dress and made quick work of the buttons.  You gasped and tried to push his hands away.

“What are you doing?” you squeaked, your eyes widening.  He knocked your hands away and finished the buttons low enough to get access to the corset.  As much as it gave you a great shape it was too restricting.  He started ripping at the hooks in the corset, pulling it apart from your body.  You were crying, your hands steadying you against the wall as you tried to breathe.  Finally he got to the bottom and pulled the corset roughly, freeing your ribs.  You inhaled deeply, wheezing as you finally were able to fill your lungs fully.  Your body slumped against the wall and Bucky caught you, keeping you upright by pinning you against it without crushing you.  You sobbed as you wrapped your arms around his middle, your fingers digging into his back as he held you.

“It’s alright, my love, I’m here,” he cooed, one hand petting the back of your head and the other rubbing your back.  “Steve’s taking care of it, he won’t hurt you.  I’ll make sure of it.  I’m so sorry, my pretty doll.”

He let you cry as you calmed down, your fingers and arms loosening around him as you relaxed.  You hiccuped and he pulled away, taking your face in his hands again.  Your face was wet with tears, your eyes and cheeks red.  You quickly wiped your nose and mouth, trying to put yourself back together.  

“Thank you,” you sighed, “for helping me.  I’m never wearing a corset again,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.  

Bucky hummed but didn’t smile, watching to make sure you were alright.  He knew you were trying to save face, but you looked dejected.  “Don’t hide from me, love.  Are you alright?”

You looked down and after a moment shook your head.  “He embarrassed me, in front of everyone.  If there is one thing I cannot abide by, it’s someone purposefully trying to humiliate me.  He t-touched me,” you shuddered at the memory.  “He’s disgusting!”

“He is,” Bucky agreed, wiping your cheeks again with his fingers as he held your face.

“He insulted you,” you mumbled forlornly, looking at him with sad eyes.  “You, my darling, my sweet man.  As if he could compare?  The audacity of that pathetic excuse of a man,” you spat, furiously sniffing and holding onto his wrists.  

Bucky smiled proudly at you praising him.  You had stood up for him, even when it was of great personal cost to you.  He had been falling in love hard over the summer season, and this only cemented the fact that he knew he was going to marry you someday.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice rang through the outside hall.  You and Bucky jumped.  Bucky turned around and covered you as you pulled your dress back together to cover your indecency, turning towards the wall.  Steve jogged through the door and sighed when he found you both.  If he was surprised by how close the two of you were he didn’t show it.  “Rumlowe’s gone.  Mr. Pierce was quite distraught over the fact that his nephew had offended tonight’s host.  Are you alright Y/N?” he asked tentatively.  

You half turned to him and gave him a quick nod and smile.  “Yes, I’ll be fine, thank you Steve, for your help,” you thanked him quickly before turning away.  

Steve eyed Bucky suspiciously when you didn’t fully address him.  “Could you help find one of Y/N’s maids?  She requires a bit of assistance with her wardrobe,” Bucky eyed Steve back, giving him a lopsided smile.

Steve silently laughed at the face Bucky gave him. “Yeah, sure punk.  You two be good while I’m gone,” he sing-songed as he walked back towards the party.

“Jerk!” Bucky called back.  You giggled behind him at their antics.  “Oh, you think that’s funny?” Bucky whirled back around to you.  You nodded, still turned away.  

Shortly a maid came running into the room, looking horrified at the fact that the lady of the house was spilling out of her bodice.  She shooed Bucky out of the room as you explained to the maid what happened and they removed your corset completely.  Bucky returned to the party to check on everything.  The band had stopped and were looking around confusedly as guests were all gossiping about what had happened between you and Rumlowe.  “What a cad, how dare he?”  “I knew there was something off about him, and that uncle of his.”  Bucky smiled ruefully, hoping this would be enough to run them out of town.  

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he called loudly to the crowd.  They all turned to him.  “Our host Lady Y/L/N apologizes for the interruption.  She will be rejoining us shortly.  She wishes for you all to carry on and not focus on the unfortunate, but rather the champagne!” he clapped his hands as the crowd laughed at his joke.  He was shocked to see waiters come pouring out from the wings with glasses of champagne on serving trays as if he’d made them appear by magic.  Why did they do as he said?  He wasn’t the man of the house, only another guest.  It was strange to have such power in a room full of the most important people in New York.

A few minutes later you walked through another door, your abaya fixed and your face free of the streaks of tears.  The guests applauded as you came back in, congratulating you on handling a rough situation as you rejoined the crowd.  You looked around until you found Bucky, quickly walking up to him and slipping your arm around his.  “Let us take a turn around the room and host, my darling,” you said loudly enough for those around you to hear, putting on the charade of an unbothered hostess.  

Bucky smiled but held back for a moment.  He leaned down so only you could hear him.  “Did you rid yourself of that infernal torture device?” 

You looked at him puzzled, until your eyes lit up and you laughed loudly.  “The corset?  Haha, yes.  I meant it, no more for me.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Vibe: My Mission & What Being A Femme Fatale Means To Me

Answered a question about this topic and wanted to ensure everyone in this amazing community saw it. Love you all xx

My mission is to empower all women/teenage girls to become the best version of themselves, gain confidence, and reach their goals – without allowing internalized shame, conventions, or other limiting beliefs to hold them back. Every woman deserves to shine her brightest – in her authentic light – in my book. This means learning how to hold your own, embracing the art of seduction and magnetic energy, life skills, claiming ownership over your sexual power, developing healthy (self-serving) habits, and investing in your personal growth/self-discovery journey. We discuss everything from stock investing and social skills to style, career, elegance, and sexting tips here – there's no holding back. Femme Fatales do it all with class, joy, and ease.

Being a Femme Fatale, in my eyes, means claiming your power in every of your life and respecting yourself enough to honor every aspect of your being - from reaching your career goals, to keeping good health, dressing well, holding yourself with poise and good manners, exploring your sexuality freely yet discreetly, learning daily, indulging in self-care and hobbies, and cultivating meaningful relationships – intimate, plutonic, romantic, familial, mentorship, etc.

Some “modern Femme Fatales” I idolize include Olivia Pope, Amal Clooney, Rihanna, Angelina Jolie, Blair Waldorf, Andy Sacks from Devil Wears Prada, etc. I want to create a space in the divine/dark femininity movement that is somewhere between the Bible/rebranded Margaret Thatcher or BDSM and child-like manipulative narratives that seem to be pigeon-holing these topics and have become the leading messages on YouTube and TikTok, respectively. Not yucking anyone’s yum, by the way, if one of these more extreme archetypes is your flavor of femininity – I love some etiquette lessons and bondage content myself, but I think that there is a more liberal/education-based and realistic way of discussing divine and dark femininity that’s been missing from the Internet and the general conversation surrounding these topics. I’m glad that you all are so highly engaged in the space we’re creating to grow and indulge in this niche.  This space is for everyone who wants to lean into some aspect of her dark femininity, of course!

Hope this helps. Always love feedback/ am glad to discuss this topic further in future posts xx 

#femme fatale #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #it girl #the feminine urge #hypergamy #high value woman #hypergamous #divine feminine #high value mindset #female manipulator #femme fetale aesthetic #queen energy #female excellence #female power #self respect #ideal self #self improvement #higher self #dream girl #female empowerment #that girl #shadow work #femmefatalevibe #feminine energy #feminism #healthyhabits

[citylighten]

Tagged by @cinamun​ 

Some attention for Evie!

Are you named after anyone? “I was named after my maternal grandmother. Her name was Evelyn, but my mother shortened my name to just be Eve.”

When was the last time you cried? “I’m too embarrassed to say! But um, it was when I was rewatching a old Disney movie.” It was not getting cast as The White Swan

Do you have kids? “No.”

Do you use sarcasm? “I think I’m mostly direct, for better or worst...”

What’s the first thing you notice about people? "Um...visually...probably the way they dress. You can tell a lot about a person’s interest or lifestyle based on their fashion sense.”

What’s your eye color? “Brown.”

Scary movies or happy endings? “I don’t like scary movies, period! I like to watch movies that will put me in a good mood and will keep me in a good mood when they’re over.”

Any special talents? “I can dance well, but I wouldn’t say that’s a talent, a lot of hard work goes into dancing. Throughout my life there’s always been a few people who tell me I’m good at drawing, but I’m not nearly as good as I was in high school.”

Where were you born? "Willow Creek.”

What are your hobbies? “Dancing - which may sound cliché but it’s true, I really like to listen to music and come up with dance routines for them for fun. Journaling. Boxing...I’ve been pretty invested in a local yoga class too!”

Have you any pets? “No, but when I was a little girl my grandmother owned a black and white Cocker Spaniel named Checkers! He was so sweet, and lived for a long time, too.”

What sports do you play/have played? "I remember playing volleyball in high school, but in recent time I haven’t done that.”

How tall are you? “5′4.”

Favorite subject in school? "Physical Education - but not in grade school, those kids didn’t know how to act.”

Dream job? “Um - I’m really honored to be one of the youngest company members at the Newcrest Dance Company, so this is technically my dream job.”

#is she really honest with the last question? is she REALLY? #eve #dear diary extras

[eliteprepsat]

What is grit? I’ll get to that later. First, a preface:

Since November 2017, I have read applications for an honors program at a prestigious American university. This is my first time serving on any kind of admissions committee.

It’s worth noting that I am not a general admissions officer. Unlike those in general admissions, I am not combing through thousands of applicants, filtering students for standardized test scores and GPAs. Instead, I’m working my way through about 200 applications for a very small cohort of students. My focus is not on the hard numbers (others are taking care of that) but on substance: a student’s extracurricular involvement, signs of maturity and leadership, writing ability, creativity, and fit.

I’m still learning what makes a strong applicant, what exactly makes one applicant stand out while others don’t. But in my brief admissions experience, I can attest to the value of “grit,” a term that, for me, is nearly synonymous with narrative.

Most applicants need to tell a convincing story. Allow me to illustrate.

Candidate #1 has taken as many AP classes as possible at his prestigious high school. His parents are a university professor and a mechanical engineer. The candidate plans to double major in mechanical engineering and physics. He has a 1570 SAT score and a 4.0 unweighted GPA, founded a successful technology company, captains his high school soccer team, and is class president. His essays detail success after success, including his contributions to a Fortune 500 boardroom meeting. Everything this candidate touches turns to gold.

Candidate #2 has taken all of the four AP courses offered at her small high school in a rural town. The candidate plans to double major in biology and English with the goal of going to medical school. She has a 1480 SAT score, a 3.8 unweighted GPA, is the president of an organization devoted to teaching young girls how to code, and is involved in several other school organizations. Her essays include stories about her growth since her parents’ divorce and how she dealt with embarrassment following a failed speech she delivered while running for class president.

Both of these are very strong candidates. Of course, there are layers to each of these applications that we don’t have space to get into here, but which of these two candidates do you think I and other admissions readers are more excited about?

Though an Excel spreadsheet might be thrilled by candidate #1, most human readers will feel more compelled by #2. She has excellent grades and extracurricular involvement, though not quite as superb as #1.

Sure, candidate #1 is a star, and he will get into all or most of the universities he applies to. But candidate #2 has a story: she’s a fighter. I’m excited to meet her. I’m excited to see her growth in college, and I’m pulling for her to succeed.

For me, though both are strong writers, the narrative of growth detailed in candidate #2’s essays is far more compelling than the repeated success described by candidate #1.

Don’t get me wrong; candidate #1 is an admissions dream. His numbers are stellar and his writing is strong. But I get no sense from candidate #1 that he’s had to struggle to get to where he is. So, while he is undeniably gifted, his application leaves me wondering: what will happen when this student has to deal with failure? I’m not sure. And I’m not uniquely invested in watching his growth because it seems as if he’s pretty close to the mountaintop already. Without a narrative progression—from failure to success, from ignorance to knowledge—I don’t feel particularly compelled by this candidate’s story.

Candidate #2 tells me exactly what will happen when faced with failure. She’ll feel defeated momentarily, but she’ll get back up in a day or two and fight. In other words, she has that ill-defined quality that admissions officers love: grit.

Grit isn’t simply a matter of facing adversity. According to University of Pennsylvania psychologist Angela Duckworth, author of Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance, grit means, among other things, persistence.

“Grit is passion and perseverance for very long-term goals,” Duckworth explains in her 2013 TED talk. “Grit is having stamina. Grit is sticking with your future, day in, day out, not just for the week, not just for the month, but for years, and working really hard to make that future a reality. Grit is living life like it’s a marathon, not a sprint.”

According to Duckworth’s psychological studies, grit is a more reliable predictor of future success than SAT scores, IQ scores, or academic pedigree. In fact, grit, according to Duckworth, “is usually unrelated or even inversely related to measures of talent.” In other words, talent has much less to do with success than perseverance and passion do.

This explains why candidate #2 is, to me, much more compelling than candidate #1. Candidate #1 portrays himself as naturally gifted, a prodigy. But I’m more convinced that candidate #2 will thrive in the face of challenges she will face in her academic and professional life.

My point in introducing these two candidates is to illustrate that a “gritty” narrative can go a very long way in getting colleges excited about your potential. If you have a 4.0 unweighted GPA, a 1570 SAT score, a stellar record of extracurricular activities and AP classes, then you don’t need all that much help getting into your university of choice. But if, like most applicants, you have some relative weaknesses in your application, then you need to focus on establishing the “grit” necessary—and a narrative to match—to make you a competitive applicant.

So, how can you be gritty? Find something you’re passionate about. Pursue that passion with as much energy as you can muster. Face difficulties with as much perseverance as you can. While you might face failure in the short term, colleges are confident that grittiness, more than apparent genius, will pay off in the long run.

Whether you fail, succeed, or are midway through your journey, be sure to relay those stories—rather than static portrayals of unending success—in your college applications. It just might be what gets you into college.

#college prep #college admissions #high school #studyblr #study tips #grit #tenacity

[mamathrifty]

Does Girl Math Make Sense?

As summer rolls toward autumn and back to school is in full swing, I have been thinking a lot about money and spending.

I was reminded of a trend on TikTok when listening to my local news radio station's Noon Business Report. The trend is termed "Girl Math" and refers to how women can justify an expensive purchase.

I looked up the people mostly behind this trend. They are two men, Carl Fletcher, and Vaughan Smith, and one woman, Hayley Sproull. Their #girlmath episode is on TikTok. They are located in New Zealand, which is sporting a current 6% inflation rate. The USA is currently touting its 3.2% inflation rate.

The concept of Girl Math is simultaneously funny and disturbing. The humorousness of the basics is that it is irreverent in the face that some things are just too expensive for most consumers.

Consumer spending accounts for roughly 70% of GDP (Gross Domestic Product). Without consumers making purchases at any price level, our economy would devolve into an economic depression from which recovery would likely be impossible.

The term Girl Math is somewhat deprecating to women overall. The term brought to my mind the time when my male high school geometry teacher answered one of my queries with the statement, "Girls have trouble with geometry because they aren't logical." Granted, he would most likely have been reprimanded today, but it was the seventies. I was devastated despite the fact that the class was an Honors class and I had skipped a year of math instruction because I am an intelligent girl.

Women are still earning about 82% of what men earn. This is an overall gain from when I entered the workforce in the early eighties. However, it's mostly unchanged within the last 20 years. Discrimination still exists based on gender and perceived gender roles. Ageism affects women earlier than it does their male counterparts. Although, women may fare better as they become more senior than men.

There was a line from the movie, The Wolf of Wall Street when the character Donnie Azoff states, "I bought this tie for $300. You could have paid $800 for it at Barney’s, but I got a deal from this guy I know. He’s got a whole basement full of them. He’s got ties, he’s got suits, he’s got shoes, he’s got watches. He’s got everything."

Is that "Boy Math?" It's been said that a man will pay whatever the price is listed on something because he wants it. Women will buy two things they don't need but may want because they were on sale. I'm thinking it's because women are typically better at budgeting.

The basic tenets of "Girl Math" entail looking at money and purchases in a manner that can make a lot of sense. The one that makes the most sense is the number of times an item will be used or worn. The more you use things, the cheaper it becomes because you don't need to buy another thing or replace it. Quality is a great expenditure!

I find the concept of having paid for something, such as a concert, ahead of the event makes it essentially free to be blatantly untrue by any math. I still needed to come up with the money to pay for it. That doesn't qualify as free to me. I'm just not paying for it now, but I did pay for it previously.

Likewise, paying cash or from funds already in your Venmo account is equally not free. Plus, the only way you make money when taking advantage of a half-price sale is by putting the money saved into an investment account.

Purchases made with a gift card you received from someone else are 100% free to you. Be sure to thank the giver!

When you make a return or an exchange, you merely reallocate those funds to something else. You are never earning money on that item.

If an item costs less than $5, it is not basically free. I sure do understand that it can feel that way, though! Many things are low-expense items that may become a daily expenditure. You can think about a coffee or breakfast sandwich picked up on the way to work. This expense really adds up over time, though.

On the other hand, how many services are sold to us by corporations breaking down that expense into a cost per day, week, or month? Corporate marketing efforts have been focused on telling us just how affordable something is daily or monthly. It is really worth doing the math on these to determine the annual cost and whether this item provides enough value for us to add it to the budget.

Of course, our dinner tonight is basically free. We're going over to my sister's for pizza. She has a coupon for a free pizza. She'll be adding some toppings to it. We're bringing salad, which I bought for $4 a kit. I made up one bag. Since it's under $5, it's essentially free. I'm also bringing a bag of cookies. The bag of 18 cookies was $4.99; each cookie is $0.28. We will each have one, maybe two. That will make that cost range from $0.84 to $1.68, again free. So, a free dinner courtesy of #girlmath!

What do you think of Girl Math?

#girl math #money

[n4ure]

🐇 ♥︎ 𓂃 1111 ⊹ . ♡ ۫ . 🥛

damn. i am so breathtakingly perfect. my life is so goddamn perfect like every angle of my lifestyle is just so perfect. i am literally living the best life. i am living THE life. i am the best version of myself and i am entering 2023 with healed wounds, self-discipline, extreme self-love, consistent self-care, highly motivated self, the new version of me which is the unbothered, unimpressed, self-invested, and goal-oriented queen. i am literally chased by high-valued men. i am unbothered by all the drama life brings me because i know, myself, that everything constantly works out in my favor. i always get whatever i want and i already have my desires. manifesting comes naturally to me so like i don't really have to put so much work and effort into it because once i desire something, it automatically and naturally pops into my reality because i get everything i want with ease. i am a money magnet and everything is too cheap for me, nothing too expensive. i can literally afford anything i want. i don't ever chase, i do attract. money overflows in my wallet and gcash, i earn thousands every week and i literally buy and afford anything i want. i am luxurious and attractive. i am literally living my dream life. i gets high scores and i am a high honor student. plus, i am the prettiest and most magnetic and attractive in our class and in our whole goddamn school. i am the IT girl and everyone literally desires to be ME. i walk into my school with so much radiating confidence and i literally catch everyone's attention with my magnetic aura and aesthetic presence. i am literally the most beautiful and high-valued girl in our school. i am GODDESS. i have everything i desire and want.

#mishie entries `♡ #221131 #mishie manifests `♡ #mishietalks `♡ #mishie ` ♡ #mishie vaunt `♡ #affirmations #loa #law of assumption

[jungle-angel]

I have a question for you! Do you have a birth order for Bob’s siblings/age gaps? I’m always so invested in family dynamics and what people come up with when there’s no canon content. I fucking LOVE Joe. 10 out of 10. Would want him to be my father-in-law.

I love your writing! Thank you ❤️

Well, seeing as Joe's Navy call sign is "Rabbit"........lol. But thank you babes, I'm super happy about that, but here goes, Imma do Joe and Irene's as well.  (if I screw up a name I apologize lol)

Joseph Lowell Floyd- b. 12/07/1954, graduated Top Gun class of 1977

Irene Katherine Floyd (nee O'Connor)- b. 02/14/1956, married Joe Floyd on July 7th, 1977

Regan Martha Floyd- b. 10/18/1982

Michael Christopher Floyd- b. 08/18/1984

Sean Stephen Floyd- b. 05/24/1986

Liam James Floyd- b. 03/11/1988

Eugene Daniel Floyd- b. 02/11/1990

Chloe Faith and Alyson Grace Floyd- b. 06/27/1991

Robert Joseph Floyd- b 01/27/1993

There's at least a two to two and a half year age gap between the kids. Joe was a Navy pilot who had to fly some dangerous missions after he graduated from Top Gun, especially during the Persian Gulf Conflict. Each of the kids they had also has a special connection with their names as well too.

Reagan was born around the time that then President Ronald Reagan had taken office. Joe and Irene had trouble coming up with a name and it seemed like every day that the President was giving a speech.

Michael was named after Joe's little brother but his name was reversed (Christopher Michael). Joe's little brother was a police officer for a really long time and Michael was always really close with his uncle. He ended up choosing law enforcement as his line of work

Sean's middle name was for his uncle Stephen. Two of Joe's brothers (Chris and Stephen) had been in NYC during 9/11 and Stephen was a firefighter who had been one of the responders. Stephen survived and ended up taking Sean under his wing. Joe and Irene have been proud of him ever since

Liam was named after one of Joe's Top Gun classmates who had paralyzed after a training accident. The elder was like a brother to Joe and so when Joe asked if ever he needed a favor, his buddy said "name your kid after me." Sure enough, Liam the younger made an appearance. Every year, the younger runs with the elder in a marathon to raise money for the veterans hospitals

Eugene's middle name was after Maverick's dad (I know it's not canon but I don't care, lol). Duke was such a huge influence at Top Gun and when Eugene was born on the anniversary of Duke's passing, Maverick felt honored that his father's legacy was being preserved

Chloe and Aly were named after two of Irene's best friends who had been den mothers to her and the other girls while their husbands were on missions. Joe made it back by the skin of his ass for their birth

Bob was named after his father and his grandfather's brother. His grandpa's brother had been a Navy corpsman during World War II but had passed due to a debilitating injury. Joe had been particularly close with his uncle and when Bob was born, he knew that somehow he had come back to the family......though the paths were different, they were still two of the same.

Sorry this was so long babes, I tend to get in a state when I'm like this (lol).

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #joe floyd #top gun families #tgm

[abnerkrill]

1, 9 and 12? <33

i'm only replying 3 weeks late jkldfskjldfskjldsf love you bestie

what song makes you feel better?

a lot of kina grannis's songs like this far and little worrier, and christina perri's tiny victories!! i've also been listening to rina sawayama's new album and the entire concept of loving and honoring your younger self on hold the girl and phantom is just so so so heartbreakingly lovely and healing.

9. what calms you down?

clichéd answer but i gotta just be alone and listen to music or write something to express myself... i need my alone time in my room sooo bad all the time !!

12. how are you?

hm. well, today was kind of rough (other than an AMAZING in the flesh episode date with @deenas-johnson my beloved where i got to fall in love with simon monroe in real time.) i'm struggling with the time and energy investment German classes are currently taking: Zoom class for almost 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, + homework, and just trying to stay on top of my freelance gigs too.

i'm finding that adulthood and all it requires have drained me of creative energy, so it's the most i can do to occasionally write a chapter of fanfiction. haven't written anything original in at least 6 months. i know it's not like i owe the world any productivity, but i also really really really want to be a full-time artist and i can't right now. anyway. thanks for asking. i'll feel better after a full nights sleep, but it is a continuing frustration that i just don't have the energy to make as much art as i wish i did. <3

soft asks

#salzundhonig #ask games #betcha forgot you even asked me this lol

[inkofamethyst]

October 19, 2022

[May 5, 2019]

hey let’s play a fun game: you dare me to go to sleep and i do it in under five minutes

[today]

That was from an old old old draft but I think it’s relevant.  Also what was I so tired for in May of my senior year?  The show was done, no marching band.. maybe it was those four APs I took?  I think AP tests happen around the first week of May?

UMM.  Paradise Killer??  The premise of that game is actually insane.  Like, insane in a way that I can’t even consider how someone would come up with it.  I do kinda wanna play it now though.  And by “play it” I of course mean “watch a lets-play” naturally.

A fairly famous comedian came to campus for a show a few days ago and he was not funny lol (and based on what I knew about him, I (and my parents) figured it was going to go that way).  Like, the warmup acts had me in tears with laughter, and I sat through his whole set waiting for him to actually, you know, not rattle off jokes I’ve heard before???  Half of the jokes were unoriginal lines I’ve seen online elsewhere, and none of them made me laugh so hard my sides hurt.  I smiled, I chuckled, I left feeling disappointed.  I’ve gotten better comedy from college students, from middle school honors students who didn’t want to do classwork.  They were all like, two sentence buildup followed by a punchline and then a non-sequitur to another joke with the same structure on a totally different topic.  Good comedy has a flow to it, it’s in conversation with itself... This guy just stood there awkwardly at points and openly admitted that he was thinking of what to say next.  Granted, I am not a comedian.  Comedy was always difficult for me to really grasp in theatre, I couldn’t do it.  But this man gets paid to be funny.  So.

Speaking of non-sequiturs, I saw a tiktok about how some girl was reading her journal from senior year and she was so filled with despair during college app season that she expressed that the process needed to be outlawed and you know what??  I’m with her on that one.  Barring the end of 2020/beginning of 2021 which was a nationally traumatic event compounded on top of some personal stuff, the college app season was probably the lowest I’ve ever been from a mental health standpoint over an extended period of time.  I’m talking months of bleakness.  Something has to change, but I sure don’t know what.

Nowadays I’m not feeling that same kind of despair, I’m just tired.

I did receive another soft rejection today (they weren’t taking another student) which I much prefer to paying an application fee and working on a personal statement and then receiving a rejection that I could not have done anything better to change.  Also I wasn’t very heavily invested in the guy anyway, so I’m guuci.  The other dude I could be interested in at that department looks too close to death tbh.

Also it’s actually really hard to try to “fill up” my schedule with classes in case I can’t TA.  Like I’ll need two more “real classes” when I register in two weeks but I simply do not have the desire to ~think~.  Maybe I’ll see if I can take a real bioanth class through the consortium.  But then I’ll still need another option.  Obviously I’m hoping my Master Plan works out, but I want a solid backup plan just in case, you know?

Last thing, I’m currently in the middle of CR C3E36 and I think it could be the best Critical Role episode I’ve seen yet out of all the campaigns.  I’ve been so smiley, so giggly, so positively joyful this whole episode, I just feel fantastic.  I’m having literally so much fun with this.  And I mean, there have, of course, been great episodes in the past, but this is sort of like a major crossover event, like Avengers: Infinity War, just an overwhelming feeling of :D and I haven’t even finished the episode yet.

Today I’m thankful that I went to the anthropology meet and greet today!!  Partly because there was food there and while I do have stuff prepared in the fridge, I also love getting free food, especially when it’s not pizza lol (not that pizza is bad, just that so many events serve pizza because it’s simple).  Partly because I got to connect with some of the people in my classes and they’re really cool!  Partly because I got to connect with a professor for whom I would like to TA next semester, and I should be able to get a good section for that (aka not the 8 am ones).  I’m also thankful for my mom, like so so so thankful and I hate the fact that I can be so neurotic but UGH I’m just so thankful that she cares for me enough to not turn me away or shut down my feelings.  I’m also thankful that my ecoanth prof and my archaeology prof canceled class tomorrow (two class day!!)!  I’m thankful that my presentation in archaeology went well (I think I might’ve almost convinced my prof that I didn’t do the readings the night before (but also he’s not the type of guy to care even if I did)).  Last but not least, I’m thankful to finally have finished twisting my hair.  As cute as the headscarf looked, it was getting a little old.  I just wish sometimes that my hair didn’t shrink up so much, but ultimately I don’t mind because a) I have hair and b) I can do a lot with it and c) it’s relatively healthy.  Lots of things to be thankful for today.

[tasharabillionairelife]

I woke up today so happy to find out that I am CFDA designer members and that I will be apart of the CFDA. I am so happy right now and to be able to have a growing team and so much help. I have just hit 100k this month in sales and I am now being asked to decide which authentic sale store do I want to be in and I think Farfetch maybe what I decide on. I have a billboard that will be in NYC going up for my luxury brand and I will be flying first class to see it next month in August and I am so honored and so happy. I will be moving in my nyc penthouse in two days and I am a bit glad I have my assistance help to stage my entire apartment the way I want. I was able to shop a lot for my apartment as I will post pictures soon. Thank you thank you thank you universe for these amazing things that always seem to happen in my life. I’m that girl. I will be having a fashion show soon and have to do much traveling and I am getting my American Express card set as I already now have my black card my the cash on this is in the millions i will definitely have to work with my account ti get these in some investment and assets. I am thinking to do art work and sliver and gold for sure. I am buying so much property as well. My gosh I can believe my life is like this it’s the best and it will only get better everyday.