#It doesn’t mean they don’t have good intentions

[murdrdocs]

spinnin' out waiting

description. you find TASHI DONALDSON at a hotel bar. you fall back into a version of your old self, a version that values tashi's opinion as much as you value the taste of her lips.

includes. SMUT 18+ MDNI, infidelity, 69ing, exes (again!), crazy amounts of longing, one mention of pegging, couple mentions of patrick and art, unnamed husband to r

wc. 4.2k+

a/n: art creds unknown. title from satellite by harry styles. barely edited as of 06/10

“Why'd you marry him?”

Tashi's words are soft, they’re inquisitive. They don’t seem accusatory, blending easily with the melody of the Bowie tune playing throughout the hotel lobby.

You hear her. You understand her over the clatter of glasses against table tops and shoes clicking against tile floors. You know exactly what she’s asking you. You have an answer, but beginning to act on the defense, you take your time formulating another one.

Here, at a hotel bar, you won't tell Tashi the real reason why you married your husband. You won't lay it all out for her to take, chew up, and spit right back at you.

You take a sip of your drink, ignoring how unfavored it is now that it's watered down, and you only speak once it's sitting back on the counter.

“Why did you?”

It's lame, nothing but a cop-out, but verbally, you aren't trying to impress Tashi right now. Right now, you're taking what you can, pathetically just trying to exist in her space for longer even if it means deflecting her words onto her. 

Physically, you’re trying to draw her in, attempting to impress her. It’s obvious in the way you’re sitting—shoulders pushed far back until there’s a pinch between your shoulder blades, your legs crossed at the ankles and your thighs squeezed together. You’re the picture of perfection, even holding your face in a way that you think Tashi will admire. 

Tashi takes the bait.

She shrugs, sighs, and dives into a calculated answer. “He's smart. Good at tennis.”

You think she means the words, or she had meant them at one time, but now they’re emotionless. They’re facts, not declarations of love. Her face doesn’t brighten like it should when talking about why you married your husband. 

You nod your head, rocking a little in your seat on the stool. Tashi has always been strategic, you aren't shocked that she doesn't mention her love for her husband in her admission.

She looks at you, eyes briefly taking down your body in a gesture so quick that you aren’t sure if it was intentional or not. You watch her lips part. 

“You were too.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “I was what?”

“Good at tennis.” Again, she says it so simply, so clear cut. To most, it would be. To most, it would be nothing but a fact, a compliment, even. 

With Tashi, it's something different. There is an admission in itself woven in her words. One you’ve waited to hear for years, one you only heard once before years ago. If you were weaker, still playing for her attention, maybe, then you would’ve let the admission draw you back to your coach who declared there would always be a place for you. Now, you only dip your head, watching your fingernail tap against your glass. 

“I'm out, Tashi. I'm done.”

The back and forth comes quickly. “You didn't have to be. You quit.”

“I retired.”

“You quit.”

You didn't expect the conversation to go this way, but you should have. You know Tashi. You may even know her better than you know your own husband. Perhaps she knows you better than your husband does. It's a thought you don't want to consider for longer than you need to.

You take your glass in your hand and finish your drink off. You don't bother ordering another. You won't be here for much longer. 

You don't know how the exit will be, if you'll be alone, or if Tashi will be in tow. But you can sense its approach.

“Why did you marry him?" She asks you again.

This time, you give an answer. It comes quick and simple. "Safety." What you don’t say is because I couldn’t marry you. 

You watch Tashi react. The corner of her lips lifts just a bit and she gets that look in her eye. The one that tells you that she has just found something out, a piece to add to the puzzle that makes up you.

She hums and you know she wants to say something. You want to hear it, but the words are likely to piss you off. They would ruin the small sense of harmony that exists in this space, and that's something you don't want.

So you let Tashi judge you. You sit there under her scrutinizing gaze and then when she's done, you watch her gaze soften.

“You had a few more in you."

It's tennis talk, but it's comforting.

“I watched your matches, you could've done a few more. A couple more years maybe. Wimbledon was always your strong suit I think you could've won it next year. Maybe Australia, too. France is a little rough on you, you move slower. But if yo—” You can't stand to hear it any longer.

You push your chair out from under you, standing over her. And for once, Tashi stops speaking. She's stunned, her dark eyes staring up at yours. Her lips stay parted, her unfinished words sitting stunted inside of her mouth. Her lips look so nice, and you try not to focus on that, but it seems like it's all you can focus on through the blurry sight. 

Your eyes burn, your nose stings. You're about to cry, and for what? Because Tashi is telling you that you're better than you thought? Truthfully, it's words you've been hearing for a while. Everyone has told you as such. But hearing it from her is different. It's like the words from God himself.

It should be embarrassing, how joyous you feel to have her attention on you once more. How delighted you are that Tashi Duncan—Tashi Donaldson is finally giving you the time of day again. It should be embarrassing, and maybe it would be if you weren’t so intently focused on keeping your tears at bay.

Nearly a decade and a half later, you’re still worshiping at her altar.

Patrick all those years ago was right. You’re no better than Art. You don’t think you wanted to be.

You stand with intentions to leave. Grab your bag, you tell yourself. Go upstairs to your room and to your husband.

But Tashi is looking at you. She's looking at you with kindness beneath her lined eyes. On the surface, it's unnoticeable. Maybe it's not there at all and you're just deluding yourself. But you think that under there, buried down beneath everything she uses to keep herself strong and above everyone else, is kindness. Towards you. Towards the situation. Towards herself.

“St back down,” she tells you.

You stay standing.

Tashi's hand reaches for yours. Her left hand crosses her body, resting on your left hand. You glance down, noticing the way your respective rings glint in the moody lighting. When you blink, a tear falls. You try to wipe it away before Tashi can notice it.

"Sit back down," She speaks slowly this time and it seems like a plea. So you sit back down.

Your pants are touching the cushion of the bar stool for only a few seconds before Tashi leans forward. There isn't necessarily hesitance towards her movements, but she moves slowly. It's as if she's giving you an out.

But there's no way you could want an out for the thing you've wanted for years. Finally, she's giving you an in, even if the circumstances existing outside of this bubble make the situation inappropriate.

But when you close the gap, you don't feel guilty. Because you had her first. Before any of the boys came into your lives, it was you and Tashi. 

And here, and now, it’s you and Tashi. Art, Patrick, and your husband don’t exist at this moment past the rings on your fingers and lingering chastising. Physically, in this space, it’s you and Tashi.

Her hand falls to your thigh. Your hand slides up to the side of her neck. 

She scoots her stool closer to yours and your back arches as you push yourself closer into her. A blast of AC brings her perfume to your awareness. She smells the same as before, a gentle vanilla, but there’s a new maturity to it. The scent is stronger, without being overpowering. It’s aged, with a deeper heat to it. 

It’s alluring.

When you pull away from her, you’re shocked to feel her lips chase yours. She kisses you, once, twice, and then she’s only stopped by your hands cupping her cheeks. 

You stare at Tashi. She stares at you, big brown eyes lined with smudged makeup. She should look intimidating, like how she appears in the stands. But she looks innocent, almost. 

“Tashi.” 

Her eyebrows furrow. It’s nice to see worry on her face when it’s directed at you. You like it when she cares about you. 

“What? What is it?” 

“Tashi, we shouldn’t.” 

Her eyebrows relax and her face morphs into something else. Disappointment? It’s a look that makes your throat sting. 

You’re close to taking your warning back, but you instead let it suspend in the air. You lick your lips, your grip on Tashi’s cheeks relaxing as you prepare to retreat. Your purse sits on the counter, and in it is your keycard to your hotel room. It would be easy to grab your things and slip back into your room for a quick shower before sliding into bed. But that’s not what you want. 

You want to see where this goes. 

If she’ll let you. 

You expect Tashi’s body to relax away from you, but it doesn’t. 

She stands, her hands resting on your thighs as she stares down at you. 

“Why shouldn’t we?” 

You have answers, many of them. Two of them sit just a few floors above you both, waiting for either of you to crawl back into bed and resume the role of the loving, supportive wife. 

You could give her reasons, but you don’t. Instead, you lamely stare up at Tashi, your best friend. 

It’s a title she hasn’t been the owner of for years, but you still find it easy to give it to her now. You’ll extend it for her to forever hold, an honor she doesn’t have to want for you to bestow upon her. 

You’ll let Tashi Donaldson be whatever she wants to be, so long as she’s in your life. 

Maybe that’s why you don’t resist at all when she leans down and presses her lips to yours. 

You kiss her with vigor you’ve never kissed your husband with. Vigor that could have never existed with him, because you’ve been burying it deep down inside just for her. It’s a build-up of all the times you cheered her on for a date. All the times you listened to her tell you about her endeavors and pushed down the images of you two in the described positions. The tears you hid with steamy showers and bottles of wine when you heard about her wedding from the tabloids and not an invitation. 

It all comes together as slides of your lips against hers. Full-forced presses of your tongues together. Wandering hands roaming through expensive hairdos and along even more expensive clothing items. 

You’re in public, sitting at a hotel bar, but you couldn’t care less. Even if it weren’t late at night, if the lobby were bustling with late check-outs and early check-ins, you don’t think you would care. Absolutely nothing could pull you from Tashi’s embrace. You convince yourself this when you stand to your full height, pressing your chest against Tashi’s. 

She turns you until your lower back digs into the edge of the counter. One of her hands cups your face and you can feel the bracelet on her wrist dig into your arm as she rests the other on the counter behind you. You hold her close with two hands on her slender waist, pressing into the thick fabric of her cardigan. 

You need to feel more of her. Her clothing is in the way. You need to feel her skin on yours in ways you had almost been privy to in college when tailored pants and overpriced sweaters were replaced by Victoria’s Secret pajama sets and Stanford sweatshirts. 

You do what you can in this public space, lifting the hem of her cardigan and pressing your hands into her torso beneath it. She’s wearing a shirt, but it’s cropped just enough for you to feel her taut abdomen. She’s soft, just like you expected her to be. 

You melt against her when you circle your hands around her back and feel even more of her skin. 

Eventually, Tashi pulls away. She doesn’t go far, pecking your neck and clavicle even as she struggles to catch her breath. You’re about to ask her where. You can’t let Tashi fuck you in a hotel bar, even if you would’ve let it happen if it weren’t so morally wrong, and you’re about to ask her where she could fuck you. 

The words are formed on your tongue, sitting right on the tip, waiting. And then the elevator dings. You don’t care immediately. You forget yourself. You forget that you’re in public, pressed against a hotel bar with onlookers just a few feet away. They might not be looking at you, but you’ve had an audience this entire time. You could have another member joining the audience, too, if that elevator ding is who you think it is. 

You forgot that you’re married, and not to her. 

But the sound of the elevator, followed by an excited squeal of his name and then your name, the one he gave you, quickly reminds you. 

You pull yourself off of Tashi completely. The only way to do that is to shove her away from you and even though you try to do it as gently as possible, it still hurts both of you. But it does the job. Tashi stands in front of you instead of against you. 

You try your best to collect yourself. Wiping over and around your mouth, fixing your top, righting the position of your ring on your finger, and doing the same for your necklaces. You clear your throat, awkwardly step around Tashi, and then you look at her. 

You look at her, really look at her in case you won’t get the chance to again, and then you turn yourselves around, grab your purse, and just look at her. 

You wait for him to come this way. You wait for the sound of his shoes against the laminate, the strong waft of his cologne, the deep rumble of his voice. You wait for him to pull you into his chest, press a kiss into your forehead, and sincerely tell you that he was looking for you. That he woke up to an empty bed and was worried sick. You wait for the guilt to settle in your gut like a rock. You wait for this energy to be disrupted for good.

When it doesn’t come, you don’t know what to do. 

Tashi cocks her head, crosses her arms over her chest. 

You can sense her wanting to ask you a question so you press your shoulders back and prepare yourself. 

“Are you gonna go with him?” 

You don’t answer. You lick your lips, flit through the array of bottles against the wall behind her, and listen for the sound of fans talking to your husband. 

Tashi only continues. “He’ll only be distracted for so long before he comes looking for you, right? So, are you gonna go with him, or are you coming with me?” 

You try to sit and consider it, juggling the thoughts in your head, but it’s nothing but a waste of time. Your decision has been made ever since she kissed you. It’s what you really want. But it’s what you cannot have. 

So instead, you grab your purse, spare Tashi one final look, and walk away from her. 

“What happened downstairs?”

You’re in the middle of brushing your teeth when he asks you. The action gives you time to consider. Consider the implications of his question. Consider the repercussions of the answer you’ll give him. 

You’re done when you spit the first time, but you go back for another round of brushing to give yourself more time. 

Your actions don’t deter your husband. He stands in the center of the entrance to the bathroom, blocking the exit with his hands in the pockets of his pants. You’d bought them for him for Christmas two years ago. 

Eventually realizing you’re not escaping this, you spit, rinse, and wipe before turning to face your husband. 

“Nothing happened.” 

It’s true to you. You were in Tashi’s embrace last night, but nothing happened. 

You look at your husband, watching him take your answer in. You’re preparing for further questioning, to be put under the white-hot light and spew out lie after lie in order to save your ass and your marriage. You don’t expect him to accept it so quickly. 

“Okay.”

You can’t help but ask him, “Okay?” 

He nods. “I’ll always believe you, you know that. Now come to bed before I start watching Scandal without you.” 

You try to stay put in your room tonight. It’s empty, left alone while your husband attends an event you should’ve been at. But you were sick, riddled with sudden guilt that fostered in your body, creating stomach cramps, headaches, and heat flashes. 

You needed to do something about it. 

You tried to drink it away with warm tea. You tried to wash it away with a hot shower. You try to relax it away in the best ways you know how—room service and an old match of your husbands. But nothing you did helped. You still found yourself in an empty bed, tossing and turning and craving a companion that you shouldn’t crave. 

You know the solution. She sits downstairs. You know she does. You don’t need visual confirmation.

But you get it anyway. Sitting in the same spot as yesterday, in the same cardigan as before. Her hair is pulled away from her face in a clip, but it’s still too short to stay pulled all the way back. Highlights frame her face, and short pieces of hair sit against the nape of her neck. Her head is down, staring straight at the bar where she has her hotel keycard in her hand, tapping the plastic edge against the marble. 

She doesn’t have a drink. You figure she won’t stay for long. 

When you approach her, she doesn’t look up. You don’t bother sitting. 

“Come with me.” 

When you say it, she doesn’t immediately respond. She doesn’t even acknowledge you until at least a minute later, but it could have easily been longer. She looks up at you and she looks like Tashi Duncan. With her hair framing her face messily, her eyes completely free of makeup and soft, she looks like your best friend. She also looks like she’s been crying, or maybe holding it off. 

You want to ask her if she’s okay, but you know what her answer will be, so you save yourself time. 

“Are you gonna leave me again?”

Her response punches you in the gut. It also riles you up. 

You scoff and consider turning back around. You stand your ground long enough to say, “I guess we’re even then, right?”

Tashi doesn’t need further explanation. She backs down, you can see it happening physically. Her shoulders relax and her lips quirk down for a split second. It’s long enough for you to notice it happening, but then it’s gone. She’s stoic, neutral. It’s a practiced look. One she’s perfected by now. 

“Are you coming?” 

She takes a moment, she takes a breath, and then she stands. 

You’re in your hotel room for long enough to hear the door click behind you, signaling that it’s locked, and then Tashi’s lips are on yours. 

It’s unclear who moves first. Maybe you move in tandem, finally satisfied to be with each other in seclusion for the first time in years. 

All that matters is that you’re leading Tashi towards the bedroom and your fallen clothing marks the trail. From the door to the bed lay her cardigan, tee shirt, pants, one of her shoes, your hoodie, your leggings, and both of your shoes.

You fall onto the bed and Tashi quickly follows you. She straddles you, long body curled up to hover over your form, reminiscent of a vulture. 

She kisses you in the same manner as before, but there’s more haste to her lips this time. 

She kisses you like she’s insatiable, taking more and more without taking a moment to see if what she already has is enough. You have a feeling that whatever she takes from you, whatever you give her, will never be enough. 

It’s the same for you. 

Finally getting to hear the sounds Tashi makes whenever you slip your hand between her thighs makes your head spin. It’s an addicting feeling similar to substances that produce the same effect, but this is much better. This is a version you’ll risk it all to have. The moans and gasps that Tashi releases when you press into her clit over the thin fabric of her panties are debilitating. It bruises you, only to build you right back up again. 

You need more. 

So you produce more. 

You slip your hand beneath the waistband and let your fingertips meet Tashi’s bare cunt for the first time. She shudders, so sensitive, and she’s so fucking wet. The first touch flatters you. It comforts you to confirm that you’re having the same effect on her that she’s always had on you. 

Even during times when you hadn’t seen her. During times when you relied on memory, getting yourself off in the shower. Or times when you caught a glimpse of her at a match that your husband was playing in, and you thought of her that night when your husband fucked you in honor of his win. Then, you’d been soaked beyond belief. Much like Tashi is now. 

You don’t waste any more time, giving the suggestion to Tashi with a grin. Of course, she’s quick to accept. 

You ask her if she’s been in this position since that time. She tells you she hasn’t, and she asks you the same. You say you haven’t, but you’ve been dreaming of it. 

You end up face-to-face with Tashi’s cunt, and she is in the same position with yours. Both of you make quick work of the other, no longer in the mood for playing with your food, especially now since it’s sitting right in front of you.

You assume it’s been a while since Tashi’s been with a woman, but she hasn’t lost any of her skill at all. She devours you with enthusiasm, working her mouth in ways that have you momentarily distracted from your own task. 

Until your competitive side kicks in. You refuse to let Tashi win, beginning to engage in a silent, but obvious, competition with her. 

She quickly starts to become more verbal, even her moans sounding breathless. It’s an ego boost. 

“Wish I … Wish I had the—” she breaks her words off to whine and it’s such a heavenly sound. “Wish I had the strap up here.” 

You lay your head back away from her cunt to speak. 

“You have it with you?” There’s humor to your words, and you break off into a laugh when Tashi responds. 

“Art likes it.”

Tashi giggles with you, and as soon as the fit dies down, she lowers her head, you pull her hips closer to you, and you both get back to it. 

The first time is over quicker than either of you anticipated. Tashi cums first, her back arching and her tongue stopping against your cunt. You, on the other hand, kept going. You licked and sucked and teased until Tashi was tapping against your thigh and begging that you stop. Then she continued, and it took barely anything to get you in the same position as her. 

You both finished, but you weren’t done. It was hard to stay off of each other, and even when you did stop, you would take a break and find each other again. You hadn’t fucked that much since your honeymoon. In a way, you felt like you were on your honeymoon. 

The clothes in the closet and the toiletries in the bathroom didn’t belong to Tashi, but you could pretend that they did. The ring on your finger wasn’t Tashi’s, but you pretended it was. You weren’t Tashi’s, but you pretended you were. 

Up until your husband calls you. 

The grogginess in your voice was real and he winced as he thought he woke you. He kept it brief, a quick warning that he was heading home and stopping by a place for food on the way. He sent you the menu, urging you to reply if you wanted something. And then he blew a kiss over the line and told you he loved you. 

You repeated his actions without any hesitation. 

When Tashi inevitably had to leave your hotel room, you kissed her cheek and told her you loved her without any hesitation. 

#tashisworld! #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan x you #celeste writes challengers

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Let’s Soothe Your Mind

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Divider Credits: @ianrkives & @plum98

New Song Discovery for the Reading: Reservations – Dugong Jr, Julia Lostrom, Keelan Mak

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

🚨 P.S.A 🚨 : I do not give personal readings! Disclaimer: this is for entertainment only!

Added Description: all my readings are timeless and meant to reach those who resonate to the messages.

[ General Messages: Rain; Autumn; Libra and Leo Seasons, “My love do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops”- Candy Rain by Soul for Real, Longboards (Skateboarding and Surfing); Raya the Last Dragon; Dewdrop; Spicy (foods); Avatar the Last Airbender; Fire Flakes; Honeydew; Drinks; Tantrums; Saturn Hour; Saturn Placements and Aspects; (Smithsonian) Museums; 1010; Kendrick Lamar; Trouble - Taylor Swift; Caught Up; Cheat; Exclusion; (Reaction) Memes; Distrust; Camping; Tents; Connections; Frustration; Online ]

Pile 1

[ Cards: Justice; Moon Reversed; Ace of Wands; Seven of Cups Reversed; Two of Wands ]

Confirmation Messages: Gojo & Geto; Anxiety (Playlist); “Get off of me/Ew get away,” (directed towards emotions feeling stuck to your body or feels like “bugs” crawling on skin); Anxiousness; Nervousness; Shadow and Bones (?); Shadow Hunters; Slowing Down; Chaotic Energy; Out of Control; Bugs; (Breaking) Habits; Messy Thoughts; Strategic; “Playing it Cool”; Patrick Star?; Hares; Hates Feeling Emotions; Pink Flowers (Real or Artificial); Systems Down; Mewing (?)

Something new might have happened or you feel like this is the universe (or whoever you believe in) giving you something. This energy feels like Carl and Cindy’s interaction (from Jimmy Neutron). In this case you’re Carl and Cindy is the universe lol. Maybe you were in a rut or had a cycle of “unfortunate events” in regard to circumstances or people.

If you’re asking for clarification: You have free will — it’s up to you whether you want to continue what you’re doing or not. I’m not sensing anything “bad” or “malicious” intent in regards to what/who you’re inquiring about. There’s this sense of catastrophizing new things. There’s also this feeling of “too good to be true”. I don’t know if you said/thought/felt this: “I need a fucking break” is strongly coming in.

So now that you have this break — it’s almost like you don’t know what to do or how to proceed. It’s as if you’re holding a globe but you don’t get to actually go anywhere. Maybe at one point you did get experience with this, only to be let down? Either way having no control is what’s scaring you and causing this anxiousness (especially if this deals with a person).

What’s coming in for those who are iffy about proceeding: “let them, just let them because you are your own before and after meeting this person”. This can also deal with a situation too — as in this doesn’t define you. There is no need to punish/blame yourself for being afraid/ not taking this offer. It just means you weren’t ready and that’s okay. Go at your own pace.

For those of you who want to proceed with this situation/person then you’ll have to let down your walls bit by bit. Again it’s okay to go at your own pace or ask to slow down. The same applies: “let them”. The door is always open so let them or “let you”. You can always set it down and move to the next one. It’s okay.

Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What did I keep doing that keeps hurting? Why do I keep repeating this behavior?” - by WNRS

So that’s all that I’m getting for pile 1. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading this, I really appreciate it. If this resonates let me know. I am supporting you through and through 🧡!

Pile 2

[ Cards: Three of Swords Reversed; 3 of Pentacles Reversed; 6 of Swords; 5 of Pentacles Reversed; 9 Of Swords; 3 of Wands ]

Confirmation Messages: Courage; Charli XCX (Brat album); The Sun; Music; Concerts; Celebrity; Billie Eilish; Air and Earth Placements; Careless; Responsibility; Overthinker; New Things; Success; Moving On; 55; 66; 333; 9; Truth; Waiting; Patience; Releasing Judgement; Let it flow; Getting or Wanting Numbers? Holding Back; Calculated Risks; Chappell Roan; Doechii; Temptation - Raveena; Gemini; Aries

So I’m feeling like you’re releasing this heartache (for some it could be from your past?) I don’t know why, I pulled a clarification and it’s the 10 of Cups and I heard “No that’s so scary, Boo Feelings and Happiness!” So maybe you’re afraid of things working out because you were always let down in the past.

I feel like this can be about a connection (?) — there’s a lot of air coming in which means social lives. This may have come when things just started to calm down or in the midst of healing? To be honest this pile’s energy tends to overthink a lot. Like I feel like there’s this thing where you’re scared of saying the wrong thing which makes you take a step back only to make the overthinking worse. Maybe you’re asking friends what to do because I split the deck and saw 3 of Cups.

For some reason I feel like you need more reassurance so I’ll just pull out more cards for you. So I got the 2 of cups and the Eight of Wands (reversed), Judgement, and the Emperor. The first thing I’m picking up is that: you two may have opposite personalities or are awake at different times because we have two blue cards and two gold cards.

I’m also getting that the pace is painfully slow despite things going smoothly. It’s like you want to take control but you’re aware it won’t go smoothly if you rush it. For some of you there’s this thing of being afraid to take the “lead” or being pressured by society to take the lead.

(Side note: I don’t know who needs to hear this but there’s no hierarchy in a connection. There’s no, “who wears the pants” or whatever heteronormative stuff that gets constantly pushed into connections. What makes a connection work is when both people see each other as equals and accepting of one another)

You’re going to hate me for this but…it takes time and teamwork for a connection to work out. So yeah, go at your own comfortable pace (not a pace society tells you to go by) and enjoy the present time. For some reason I really have to “hammer it in” to take your time; let this connection take its time. Let things fall into place all on its own and if you feel called to do something (meaning the timing is right) then by all means take that initiative.

When you let things slowly progress you will also get a better understanding and feel of this person, from there you can see if you want to proceed or not.

Bonus Questions to Ask Yourself: “When have I given too much of myself in a relationship (could also be platonic)? What did that look like? What lesson did that leave me with?” - WNRS

That’s really all I’m getting, to be honest this reading is so chaotic and so long even though it barely reached 5 paragraphs. If you made it this far thank you so much, I appreciate it. I’m wishing you luck and please take your time!

Pile 3

[ Cards: Queen of Pentacles; 7 of Swords; Justice; Five of Cups Reversed; 8 of Pentacles; 7 of Cups; 7 of Pentacles ]

Confirmation Messages: Horror Games; Paranormal; Libra; Yellowjackets; Birds of a Feather; Unrequited; Nevada; Winter; Baby Powder; Scents; Insincerity; Friday; Outcasts; Water(falls); Late Spring; (Couples) Therapy; 777; (Down by the Water) PJ Harvey; Library; Goth (Music); Unknown; Earth Placement; Situationship; Clear Mind; Tiredness; “Success is the Best Revenge”; Lana Del Rey; Distractions; Cheating; 1:23

You may have left a connection or felt this person was dishonest. I think what made it worse is outside advice (which is ironic because y’know we’re here lol). Perhaps someone gave you the, “time heals all wounds” or “it’s okay! Just get pretty and focus on your job!” Only to feel dread, I’m not going to lie. I don’t know if you put a limit to your sadness because there’s this sense of, “I should be over this by now.” I feel like some of you did achieve this success/glow up you wanted yet still feel grief.

Honestly, it’s okay to grieve as long as you want to. There is no time limit to feel grief and sadness. Realistically speaking, grief stays with us. Grief can come in the form of memories popping up or when you feel nostalgic — that’s a part of grief and that’s okay. All we can do is look at them and see them for who they are and what they did. (Now, I’m not excusing their actions at all!) For example; it’s one of those things where someone waits for years to get closure only to get nothing and in the end they accept they’ll never get it.

I know this may sound bitter and for some bittersweet, but let the grief flow. You’re not crying over “spilt milk”, for all we know it’s not just spilt milk! Maybe it was milk you got with your hard earned money and now you don’t have milk because you just spent the last portions of your money so you can wipe your ass! So no, it’s not just milk! (lol sorry I just hate when the 5 of cups gets that connotation — there’s always something deeper to it.)

Look, distracting yourself out of emotions via deep diving in your work isn’t always the best thing to do. Sometimes you need silence (no music or sounds!) and sit with yourself. Really sit, lay or something with yourself and be vulnerable. Sit with that feeling for just a minute (not drown in it) because it’s asking to be acknowledged. Acknowledgment is a key to acceptance and with that comes the healing.

I feel like when you do acknowledge your grief, come to terms with the situation/person for who they are it’ll make the healing process bearable. I’m not saying it’ll be easier and you’ll be happy at a flip of a coin. I’m just saying because of this acceptance you may find you’re not doing your work/hobbies/goals for the sake of revenge but because it’s for you. You’re doing these things because you love it or for your own happiness/fulfillment.

Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What’s my favorite song at the moment? Why do I love it so much? (Play it for yourself)”. - by WNRS

Alrighty Pile 3 that’s all I got for you, thank you so much for reading until the very end! I appreciate it. I'm giving you some peace and love 🧡.

#Spotify #pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot #tarot pick a card #tarotblr #pick a picture #tarot readers of tumblr #tarotreading #earth placements #air placements #Gemini #gemini placements #aries season #aries placements #aries #gemini season

[ayquemepierdolanovela]

1. Joaquín is even more on Marta’s team today than he was yesterday after realising she’s not a two faced liar like the rest of her family. He’s going to be her right hand man from now on. Next stop: take over the company.

2. Fina storms off, Marta follows. The hand on her back? Killed me. Any excuse to close the gap between them.

3. The parallel between the good intentions in Luz saying she’s letting Luis go for his own happiness and the consequences of something like that in the Marta/Fina scene next. ‘It’d be the fair thing to do.’ Jaime, take some notes.

4. Marta speaking of yearning while being the very picture of it while looking at Fina and drinking champagne just like their second night in Illescas. Poetry.

5. Flirty Fina, how I missed you.

6. I wish they’d dragged out the flirting a little bit more, but if Marta hadn’t stopped Fina right there, she wouldn’t have been able to do it at all. It wouldn’t have been fair to Fina to start something if she didn’t have all the information. I’m glad she learned about the baby from Marta and not from anyone else, there’s no conflict that could push them even farther away from each other that way, even if it means that there won’t be an angry kiss because of it.

7. Marta went after Fina and touched her back to let her know she’s there and she hasn’t really left. Fina doesn’t dare do the same because she is watching Marta get farther and farther away from her each day.

8. Please, Isidro, don’t die before finding out who your daughter’s girlfriend is, you need to help them get back together.

9. Final thoughts: how did they find themselves alone in the shop? How did the whole makeup thing go? I want answers.

#mafin

[anemoiashifts]

to respond to the person who said I was spreading mis information, because they blocked me, here’s what i was going to say:

“i think your misunderstanding what im saying.

when i say “scripting isn’t a guarantee” im saying when you shift you can have all those things but you also have the ability to choose. you can choose to do something different then you scripted in your desired reality even if you didn’t script it. scripting doesn’t eliminate the ability to choose.

“running from your life problems” as in people who struggle mentally. if you shift to run from something that will always linger in the back of your head unless youve resolved them— speaking from experience. ive gotten plenty of messages of people saying that they want to shift so they can escape this reality. there’s nothing wrong with escapism inherently but it can sometimes become dangerous.

yes, you’re right. things don’t come to an end. if we’re going with “energy cannot be created or destroyed” that doesn’t not exempt the ability of changing forms & the very act of becoming new can certainly be seen as an end.

never said there’s anything bad about unscripted scenarios. i don’t script anything. all im saying is to be cautious.

shifting is what you make it. im not trying to make people anxious. & im sorry if the original post made you feel like im trying to push you away from the practice or any of the things i listed above. im not trying to demotivate people. there’s a very real negative side effect to shifting that ive experienced a few years ago & it’s why i care so deeply about mental health because of how much it destroyed & scared me. it pushed me away from shifting & im learning to love it again.

i very much care about the mental health in regards to shifting or not. i have body dysmorphia myself. who the hell are you so say that I’m not worried “about them” ?

dont overthink it but you need to sometimes take a step back & look at the bigger picture & in the end you never know how something is going to effect you. i was pretty much the first shiftok to speak about the mental health decline in regards to reality shifting. im willing to lose some of you guys & take the heat if it means your safety & mental well being.”

again, im sorry if my post hurt anyone. i really truly didn’t intend to harm anyone’s journey or put a bad taste in my mouth. ive had a pretty bad experience my first time shifting myself & that’s why ive always said ive only ever minishifted because i didn’t want to make shifting out to be this horrible thing. i held a lot of shame (for lack of better wording) that everyone seemed to have a good shifting experience but me, but this isn’t about me or what happened to me & didn’t happen. ill always be rooting for fellow shifters but at some point we have to acknowledge that shifting can be harmful to people mentally sometimes. it’s also important to know im not an all knowing force; people may think differently then me & that’s totally okay !

please don’t try & send hate to this person, i don’t think they meant any ill intent & we’re trying to help other shifters, like i do.

please let me know what I can do better & improve on in the future. i just wanted to clarify my stance on that post.

-rinn 🤍

#reality shifter #desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shiftok #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifter

[se7enriddles]

Tom and Harry attend the beach (based off a tt)

During his time at the orphanage, Tom went to the shore many times. Perhaps it was some sort of government mandated activity, but besides the point, Tom was never inclined towards the blinding sun, its heat, and especially the blasted sand.

Now, Harry on the other hand — he was a fanatic. Tom couldn’t name one time Harry had mentioned a vacation he went on with his aunt and uncle and maybe that’s why he was particularly excited about these outings they had every once in a while.

“You know, 90 percent of the ocean is unexplored. There’s probably loads of stuff we haven’t discovered yet.” Harry said as they trekked down a worn path to the beach. Tom was carrying about thirty items along with an umbrella, while Harry pulled his weight carrying towels and fiddling with gigantic plastic goggles.

“This doesn’t put you off at all, does it?” Tom sighed, trying to watch where his sandalled feet fell. Harry laughed and shook his head.

“Nah. Whatever is there isn’t concerned with my sexy body anyway. Nothing but little fish and perhaps a snail will get me around here.”

“There always could be a creature with malicious intent. And your sexy body is nothing but fuel to them. What are sharks to mysterious jellyfish?” Tom argued.

“I think the only creature with malicious intent around here is you, babe.” Harry snickered.

Tom scoffed as they both walked farther away from other people, finding a nice spot near some rock bluffs. Harry excitedly laid his towel down. Tom set the bags of stuff aside, expertly setting up the umbrella to block the sun.

“Maybe you should loose the shade, yeah?” Harry said as he grabbed a bottle of water.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom sniffed, righting the umbrella.

“You don’t look like you’ve seen a ghost, you look like you are the ghost, mate. Catch some UV, bake, for gods sake, get some colour!” Harry chastised him.

“I’ll have you know, Harry Potter, that being this fair—”

“Save it, Tom! The sun is good for you!”

Tom scoffed, “skin cancer, sun stroke, dehydration—”

“Just fifteen minutes with some sunscreen is all it takes, you won’t get your precious alabaster skin ruined.” Harry said with an eye roll.

Tom shook his head and unpacked his own things quickly.

They ate and chatted for a while until Harry got restless and decided it was time for him to enjoy the beach properly.

He took his shirt off and changed into his swimming shorts while Tom (with a heavy glare) was forced to hold up a towel to block his nakedness from other beach goers. Harry picked up his massive goggles and tugged them over his head. His eyes were barely visible due to his breath fogging up the lenses and he looked utterly ridiculous.

“You look stupid.” Tom stated.

“No, I look like I’m at the beach. You look like you died here and are haunting me with your whimsical aura.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah. Anyway, enjoy reading your book. Tell me how it goes later.” Harry turned away quickly and began to run towards the water.

Tom yelled loudly, “Nuh-uh-uh. Get your ass back here now! You remember all the stuff I said about the sun? You’re putting on sunscreen regardless of how you feel about it.”

Harry groaned and walked back to Tom belatedly, looking like a puppy. “I just want to go in the water!”

Tom glared at him as he squired a white substance into his palm. He slathered Harry in the sunscreen, making him hold out his arms and turn around. “Take off the goggles and close your eyes and mouth.” Tom told him.

Harry did, and was assaulted by his boyfriend’s bony fingers massaging the lotion on his face, behind his ears, and neck. “Don’t speak or it’s going to get in your mouth.”

“But-”

“No speaking!”

Harry sputtered nonsense but did as told.

When Tom was done and said he could open his eyes Harry immediately started to run toward the water. Tom grabbed him quickly and shook his head, “you have to wait fifteen minutes for the sunscreen to set, Harry.”

Harry groaned as loud as possible, “what am I even going to do for fifteen minutes?!”

Tom stared at him.

Silence.

“Oh.”

Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Okay I can do that.”

#tomarry #fic #tomarry fic #tom riddle #Harry potter #muggle au #meme

[glitter500000]

Bruh people need to understand that Baghra and Aleksander are just not good people

#It doesn’t mean they don’t have good intentions #Baghra really only wanted her and her son to survive in a world trying to kill them #Aleksander wanted a place where Grisha don’t have to live in fear of just existing #But its their methods like Aleksander’s morals is basically gone from the years he lived and Baghra porbably lost hers long ago #Baghra literally helped kill a whole innocent village and took no regret in it in The Demon in the Wood because it was to protect her son #Aleksander used the fold and killed a whole innocent town to prove that he’s not fucking around #“Oh but in the show Zlatan was there and-“ yeah there were still just regular people there too who knows if all of them supported Zlatan #These are the two big ones that made me be like wow what is wrong with them but there’s more #Stop trying to say one is better or one had it worse like both of them had it bad in their childhoods and both are ruthless for their goals #Baghra had lost her family at a young age due to her actions and was on the run since #Aleksander had spent long periods of his life running and hiding and having to deal with Baghra’s mothering(which is for a different post) #Also both of them could not really form connections cause they’re amplifiers and ppl were more greedy back and could kill them #Both were shadow summoners so they were a lot more known to be scarier and more rare then normal Grisha and they were Grisha so… #Something you could argue is their reasonings #Baghra’s is typically selfish because she really only cares for her and her son’s wellbeing #Though why really would she if they spent most of her life trying to kill her #Aleksander’s is quite selfless as he’s not doing this for him but for all the Grisha #But he doesn’t care for whoever is really in his way so long as they move aside or get cut down ally or not #And don’t even get me started about Baghra’s relationship to Aleksander and Aleksander’s relationship to Alina that’s for a different time #aleksander morozova #baghra morozova

[necessarymeanstoanend]

“she bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots. hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks. she’s morphine, queen of my vaccine. my love, my love, love, love.” (breezeblocks - alt-J)

told y’all i put this bitch in a psych ward

these two are technically the originals

white void and sketch

#more music that reminds me of nigel #i really just can’t help myself when it comes to adding blood #i HAVE TO #this drawing kicked. my. ass. it was freehand (with the exception of a color ref and some pics of tom to help get his features right) #which is why it took me twice as long as it should’ve. 11hrs and 40 minutes #but i mean it utterly wrecked my shit. i considered giving up for good like four times. i was not having it #you know what this reminds me of though? that REALLY old drawing + au i made #the ‘what if alex died that night instead’ au #i feel like this is as close as we’re going to get to a redraw #however #this drawing came from another au i created with my ✨bestie✨ but the drawing doesn’t make it too obvious so i figured i’d show you guys #experimenting on the weird kid because he has strange mind capabilities #what even is my art style now? i’ve been led so far from where i started #maybe i should start at least practicing stylized pieces again. i don’t even know if i remember how #like minds #murderous intent #like minds 2006 #nigel colbie #fanart #art #digital art #artist of tumblr #nigel colbie fanart #tom sturridge #psych ward #gore #like minds fanart #like minds art #the sandman

[infraaa]

OK BUT LIKE. Parent longan. 😁 GIGGLES

…sighs dramatically…

okay, here we go.

time for a

✨💅 rebrand 💅✨

check tags for answer

#infrawrites #infradelivers #longan dragon cookie #crob #okay so in all seriousness of longan being a parent I don’t personally like the idea #they’re not equipped to deal with raising children let alone having them #I don’t think they would even be a good parent anyways #like??? they don’t know how??? #and mean??? #it doesn’t add up childe #but anyways #fuck me hhhhh here we go #and yea the last image was intentional

[lizord-lord]

Being a fandom hater is one of the worst things you can do to your brain. I’m swearing off of rage.

Even if you don’t post about the things you dislike, the ships or characters or fanon trends, even if you just complain about them with your friends it HURTS YOU. Because one day you’ll be on the other end of it. You’ll like a fanon trend, you’ll see a post hating on your ship, and if you’ve trained yourself to see people who interpret characters in ways that you don’t or ship characters you can’t see together as wrong or stupid or lesser, now YOU’RE at the business end of your own sword. Worse, if your friends act the same way. You might start thinking they’d stop talking to you if they knew, like enjoying something that isn’t “approved” by the circle of peers is a sin that you will be cast out for committing.

And even if you don’t feel that way, who’s to say your friends don’t? Who’s to say there aren’t people in your circle ashamed of the things they like because they fear YOU won’t think they’re complex enough, or they stray too far from canon?

We all have the things we dislike. But it helps NO ONE to dwell on that negativity. If you see a lot of content for a ship you don’t like? Make content for a ship you DO! Instead of trying to balance the scales by taking away, balance them by CREATING, and don’t tear other people down to bring yourself up.

And that’s not even touching on the fact that people can like multiple headcanons. Multiple interpretations of a character, multiple ships, have multiple theories before even getting into people who write AUs! AUs that exist for the purpose of exploring alternate character dynamics, interpretations, and possibilities! People can like both complicated takes and simple ones! Things supported by canon and things they just play with for fun! Because that’s what fandom is for. FUN.

I won’t shame people for having fun anymore. Not even in the privacy of my own mind, because it’s just setting up landmines for me and the people I care about to step on later. To every person who enjoys fanon and popular interpretations and ships things with no canon basis YOU ARE SO BRAVE. You are having fun. You are not doing anything “wrong.”

There is no situation in which you liking a headcanon, a theory, or a character is hurting another real life human being. There are MANY situations in which expressing how much you DISLIKE a headcanon, theory, or character, DOES hurt other real life human beings. If you want to change your fandom, do so from a place of love for your favorite characters, excitement over your favorite tropes, joy over your favorite interpretations. The second you start being destructive instead of constructive, you have begun to weaken this collaborative space.

We are all playing with toys. The only wrong way to play with toys is to yank them out of other people’s hands.

#I have done this #my friends have done this #we have all done this. #fandom encourages it #but it only hurts us and it hurts our ability to connect with other fans and creators #to alienate them based on something as pointless to real life as a ship or a headcanon #you don’t think those two characters would ever like each other? okay fine #that doesn’t mean someone else is immoral for thinking they could #esp if they’re making an au to fascilitate it #fandom is self indulgence #block tags if you want to #but don’t poison other people’s joy #and also don’t go out of your way to find fault with other people #have faith in their words and intentions #i am so tired of seeing people go obviously out of their way to find issue with someone else’s statements #like they’re trying to find a weak point to attack. why attack? why is breaking things apart your goal? #why do you want everyone else to be wrong? #take things in good faith. #be kind #be collaborative #fandom meta #fandom #fandom critical #ironically #positivity #choose to be happy #choose kindness #fandom as community

[no-white-dress]

Royally pissed at the most unaware person I know and said person is asking why I'm pissed (via text). The jokes are writing themselves.

This is something I mean to discuss in person so I will shut up about it with her for now. It is hard to piss me off though. Even more so by doing nothing.

#personal #moot could see this and refer to said persom but idc #indeed that'd be good. I wouldn’t have to break all of it to her #I don't need a 10 in terms of energy put in any kind of relationship with me but that doesn’t mean I accept a fucking zero #it's a friendship in this case and yes I am entitled to be pissed off that I'm always the one to reach out #and if I don’t then I don’t even get a text in 9 months #I know the person well enough to know there is no malicious intent but that doesn’t mean I have to be ok with it either

[thelostboys87]

purple prose might be another term that needs to be put on the high shelf of writing advice cause why does nobody seem to agree on what it actually means 😭😭😭

#atp does the ‘correct’ definition even matter? within community it’s already wildly used ooc and unhelpfully #like is it all ‘elaborate’ prose or is it when prose is overdone? who decides when prose is overdone? #I don’t really use the term at all for myself personally bc I think like pantsing it doesn’t say anything #and is too broad you know #I also don’t think it’s wise to have a term that’s essentially going to be used to mean Style Is Bad And Invalid #teenage me felt fucking awful when I realised people would consider my prose purple!!! #and even if my prose was in hindsight hard to understand - purple prose as an idea didn’t give me the tools #to unpack that for myself and understand better how to approach the balance of style and clarity #(I’m even gonna go and say clarity is not an objective thing either and in some cases #writers will have the intention to challenge clarity #also I think clarity as an idea is interesting when you think about prose vs poetry #imagine a ​guy who reads a poem and says well that’s purple prose ) #overall I just hate the idea of categorising and adding value to prose styles #prose is such a fluid thing #I like the spectrum of maximalist to minimalist but I’d say even then I go across it in a single project sometimes #also prose style and what is popular and what ‘works’ is something that #is very often connected to culture and language #what if we told writeblr how many ideas of good writing are just rooted in anglo/western centrism LOL

[seveneyesoup]

Have you read Discworld? Something tells me you would really vibe with the Watch and/or Witches subseries

i have not! i’ve got at least two discworld mutuals though and i shall consult them on where to start. realistically this will depend on what is available at my local public library

#‘something tells me’ you mean the post? the post that i made talking about. volunteering for stuff i don’t wanna do? #i may not have read the books but i am if nothing else familiar with that sentiment’s presence in them #anyway. what i’ll say in this ask that i don’t in the original post. or don’t make clear enough. is that this is a flaw #it’s not Good to do that. it doesn’t make your life easier or better #i had a lot more to say but it was all a bit more candid than i want to be #and could were one particularly intent on it be read as more bragging about me being a good person. #i’m not a good person. but that doesn’t matter bc all that matters is the stuff you do #it doesn’t even matter how you feel about doing the stuff #but if you choose to do something and you know what you’re getting yourself into; you don’t have much right to complain. #knock knock

[dahldahlbills]

y’all 😳 jumob is Complete

#i repeat the animation I’ve spent over a month working on IS FINISHED #Y’ALL ITS DONE #i was expecting to be done by like .. Tuesday?? BUT IT SOMEHOW HAPPENED TONIGHT #also screw what my sister said yesterday i don’t think it looks weird at all #she just doesn’t have The Vision #and yk what #if anyone says it looks weird imma roll with it #yes it’s 100% intentional #(also she said gojo specifically looked weird but like … it’s gojo so ??? i think it just means k did a good job portraying him) #*i #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #dahl animates #jumob #this better not be a dream I swear #the new jjk visual sparked something in me #and maybe also my desperation to look at literally anything else #i Can finally draw kubokai and inuokko and renga and hanako and #IM FREE #i will post tomorrow tho I still need to write the video description #ANYWAY IM GONNA GO CELEBRATE OR SMTH

[blossoms-and-possums]

full offence but if anyone has ever said anything so cruel to someone online that you’ve caused that person to leave their safe space on the internet… what is wrong with you?

#was your intention to be a bully? because that’s what you are. #being mean anonymously on the internet is not cool. it doesn’t make you a good person. it makes you awful #why is it so difficult to be kind? #if you don’t have anything nice to say #then don’t say anything at all #it’s not rocket science. it’s basic human etiquette. #if you have ever sent a nice person online hate for something that is subjective and irrelevant #you’re mean. you’re not a good person. #it’s cruel. #there is nothing wrong with being a nice person. it’s easy. it’s so easy. #please. i promise you have better things to do in this world than send someone an unsolicited negative comment #if you’ve ever sent someone an unnecessarily nasty comment - especially under the cover ob anonymity - you’re awful #there’s - thats - i’m sorry you had to find out like this :/ #please. words have long lasting reverberations. they leave an impact #words wield power. be careful with how you use them #use that power for good. please. #spread love <3 #spread kindness <3

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

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In the week since the International Court of Justice ruled that the Israeli government is plausibly committing genocide and ordered it to prevent potential further acts of genocide, Israeli forces have only continued committing atrocities against Palestinians.

Buoyed by the staying support of American officials, Israeli forces have killed at least 874 Palestinians and injured at least 1,490 in Gaza since last week’s ICJ ruling, according to Palestinian Health Ministry figures from Saturday, January 27, to Friday, February 2. That’s not to mention other acts of Israeli violence in the occupied West Bank and Jerusalem.The loss of life should not be dismissed as “collateral damage,” contrary to what Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has said.[...]

Backgrounding the atrocities in Gaza is the broader misery the entire population faces. The BBC noted that UNICEF’s biggest concern is the “estimated 19,000 children who are orphaned or have ended up alone with no adult to look after them.” CNN reported that Palestinians are eating grass and drinking polluted water amid famine conditions. The Guardian reported that 50-62 percent of all buildings in Gaza have likely been damaged or destroyed.

Earlier this week, a federal court affirmed the ICJ’s finding that Israel may be carrying out a genocide and warned the Biden administration to reconsider its unconditional support for Israel’s war effort. [...]

The Intercept asked Sen. John Fetterman, D-Pa., to comment on the court rulings that the accusations of genocide by Israel are credible. “I don’t accept that. I reject [the ruling of the International Court of Justice]. I don’t believe that is Israel’s intention: to commit genocide,” said Fetterman, who has emerged as one of Israel’s most staunch Democratic defenders, on Thursday. “I do believe that their goal is to neutralize or dislodge Hamas from that. And I believe that they certainly do not want to take the lives of any innocent Palestinians and I certainly don’t assign higher value to my children versus a Palestinian child. I mean, I wouldn’t want anybody to die throughout all this tragedy, and it’s just an awful situation.”

Within hours of the ICJ issuing its ruling last Friday, Israel alleged that 12 of 30,000 — 0.04 percent — employees of the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East were involved in Hamas’s attack on October 7. The United States immediately suspended its funding of UNRWA, the largest provider of humanitarian aid in Gaza, spurring a cascade of other nations to follow suit.

Sky News later obtained an Israeli document that actually downgrades the allegation to 0.02 percent of UNRWA staff (six people) being involved in Hamas’s attack. Sky News reported that the documents, which allege further ties between UNRWA and Hamas “make several claims that Sky News has not seen proof of and many of the claims, even if true, do not directly implicate UNRWA.”

The contrast between the U.S. decision to pause funding based on unverified allegations and its unwillingness to reconsider its military funding of Israel, despite serious allegations of genocide, is stark.

Fetterman also said that he supports the suspension of funding to UNRWA. When asked why the standard of suspending funding while investigating serious allegations doesn’t apply to the Israeli government, Fetterman dodged the question.

Fetterman: Well, again, it — well, it’s not. We need a full investigation and find out just how much a part of it was about that and how much, you know, the old question: how much they knew and when they knew that.

The Intercept: So you’re saying that for Israel as well?

Fetterman: Yeah, OK, so good, all right, well good.[...]

Reporter Said Arikat confronted State Department spokesperson Matthew Miller on the tension Wednesday. “I’ll say with respect to the charges of genocide [at the International Court of Justice], we believe that they’re unfounded,” Miller said. “We continue to support Israel’s right to take action to ensure that the terrorist attacks of October 7th cannot be repeated, but we want them to do so in a way that complies with — fully with international humanitarian law.”

Miller was then asked about Israel receiving aid even as Israeli government officials call for the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians and maintain good standing in government.

“When the secretary traveled to Israel on his most recent visit,” Miller said, “he made clear that he thought it was important that the Israeli government speak out against those matters and those comments publicly and reiterate that it is not the policy of the Israeli government to force Palestinians from Gaza.”[...]

Two days after the ICJ ordered the Israeli government to prevent and punish incitements of genocide from public officials, National Security Minister Itamar Ben-Gvir and Finance Minister Bezalel Smotrich were among 11 cabinet ministers and 15 coalition members of the Knesset who rallied at conference hosted by hundreds of settlers calling for the settlement of Gaza.

On Tuesday, Defense Minister Yoav Gallant reportedly told members of the Knesset’s Foreign Affairs and Defense Committee that afte​​r their military campaign ends, Israel will maintain military control of Gaza, so it can operate similarly to the way it does in the West Bank.

On Thursday, Smotrich said that allowing aid into Gaza contradicts the goals of Israel’s campaign, and that he spoke with Netanyahu, who supposedly assured him that things will change soon. Israeli ministers Benny Gantz and Gadi Eisenkot reportedly called to limit humanitarian aid as well. Meanwhile, at aid crossings, people in Israel have taken cue from their leaders, attempting to block aid trucks from entering Gaza, where hundreds of thousands of people — including the hostages held by Hamas — are at risk of starvation and malnutrition, every day since the ICJ ruling.

One clip even shows a right-wing activist telling an aid truck driver, a Palestinian citizen of Israel, that “I am the owner here, you are a slave here.”

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