Gossip
Summary:
“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”
“Surely she was exaggerating—”
“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”
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“Feyre looks different”.
Nesta merely grunted, and Elain sighed. She didn’t really know what she expected, to be honest. Her two sisters had never gotten along, and considering how similar they were, she felt like screaming half the time. It wasn’t that Nesta was mean, though Elain was aware that she had been shown more love and kindness than Feyre ever had been. Nesta was just very selective about the people she let in. For some reason, Feyre had never managed to breach the high walls Nesta had erected around herself, and Nesta certainly hadn’t made it easy for their younger sister.
“Her friends were nice,” Elain said, trying to get a word out of her older sister. “Very polite, too. I especially appreciate how well mannered Rhysand was. Azriel was also very polite. What did you think of Cassian?”
“He’s a brute, and Rhysand is an arrogant asshole. I have no opinion regarding the third one, though I can only assume he is the same as the other two.”
Elain tried not to roll her eyes. “Well at least this one can knock and didn’t ruin our front door. He doesn’t look as hairy either, which is good for our sister, I suppose.”
Nesta stopped in her tracks. “What are you implying?”
“Oh come on,” Elain said, a corner of her mouth lifting slightly. “You cannot possibly tell me you didn’t notice that Rhysand is smitten with our sister.”
Nesta raised a delicate eyebrow. “She is rather nice to look at. Isaac Hale thought so, too.”
Elain could feel a headache forming. Pinching her nose, she let out a very slow breath. “Isaac meant nothing to Feyre and you know it. The other one though, the blonde Fae Lord—”
“Don’t talk about that imbecile.”
Elain paused at Nesta’s reproachful look. Hating the High Fae was one thing, but her tone on the word imbecile implied Nesta held a sort of dislike for the blond male that far surpassed the disdain she had towards his kind in general.
She let it drop, choosing to focus on something else instead. “Do you think they have, you know?”
Elain followed closely when Nesta started walking again. “Do I think they have what?”
“You know what Nesta.”
“No Elain,” Nesta said with what sounded like a semi amused tone. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“Oh come on, don’t make me say it.”
“Make you say what?”
Elain clenched her fists. “Do you think they have made love?”
Nesta started laughing, and Elain felt her cheeks burn.
“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”
“Surely she was exaggerating—”
“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”
“I truly do not wish to think of Feyre doing… that.”
“Well you offered our home now,” Nesta shrugged. “Who knows, maybe next time we have to host them overnight we’ll get to hear all about their sex life.” Nesta tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do you think she’s a screamer? Maybe we need to relocate to the other side of the house.”
Elain slapped her palms over her ears. “Please stop.”
Nesta laughed, but obliged and sipped her tea. There was a moment of silence, with Nesta clearly expecting her to say something. “Do you think they have though?”
Nesta shrugged. “I doubt it. Our sister is as clueless as they come, and Rhysand looked like a sexually frustrated male. But they are for sure going to.”
“You think so?”
Nesta gave her a look. “She basically said he is her boss, yet they ask for a room with two beds? I give them a few more weeks, one month at most.”
“I think Feyre loves him, she just doesn’t know it yet.”
Nesta contemplated Elain’s words for a moment, tossing them around in her head. Elain was a romantic, but she wasn’t daft. She knew her younger sister, and she knew Feyre hadn’t come to terms with her own feelings yet. She wanted to know what Nesta thought about it. It had been a while since they had gossiped so freely, but she patiently waited for her sister to speak.
“I think…” Nesta said. “I think you’re right, but I also think Feyre carries a lot of guilt in her heart for something that was absolutely not her fault. And she needs to forgive herself for that first.”
Agreeing, Elain simply nodded. They fell into a comfortable silence, drinking their tea and enjoying the quiet house. Her thoughts strayed back to her sister’s friends, to how Cassian and Nesta had annoyed one another during his entire stay here, and she wondered how much she would welcome being teased like that.
Smirking, she lifted the cup to her lips. “So. You find Cassian attractive, don’t you?”
Nesta almost choked on her tea. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m sure he finds you attractive as well. He also looked quite big and strong.”
Nesta shot up and quickly started walking away. “I don’t care.”
Elain laughed, deciding to drop it for the time being. “I’m sure you don’t, Nesta.”
But Nesta cared, and so did Cassian, and Elain was going to have the time of her life teasing her about it.
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#CardiB is on Twitter calling #Offset all flavors of btch ass knickgurrs.
During her livestream scream rant about her soon to be ex-husband, she mentioned how she has helped him with his music sales and now he is feeling himself after his “btch ass album,”
If you’re out of the loop, Offset was linked to model London Perry (something he denies btw)
“I’ve really been sparing you…I’ve really been sparing you…and you’ve really been fcking doing me dirty AFTER SO MANY FCKING YEARS THAT I MF HELPED YO ASS! NOT EVEN A THANK THAT I GOT FOR YOUR BTCH ASS,”
Cardi continues,
“And it’s so crazy that I gotta to the fcking internet bc whenever I tell you something YOU DONT TAKE SERIOUSLY,”
Bingo. Why he refuses to respect you?
Because you lack respect for yourself.
A woman (feminine) with self respect wouldn’t entertain nor give cat to a man that doesn’t take her boundaries nor her words seriously.
In addition, a femme with self respect wouldn’t embarrass herself on the internet as if this is going to hold Offset accountable in any way.
Him and the bros are laughing at you, Cardi. They always do because wtf are you doing? Offset do not feel remorse for hurting you at all because he don’t value you in the first place.
Offset could be your boyfriend or hers. If he doesn’t care to respect you privately, then embarrassing both him and yourself isn’t going to force him to “take you seriously”.
He doesn’t take you seriously, meaning you are viewed as a joke. Now ask yourself this reflection question:
“What clown behavior am I doing for this man to take me as a joke?”
Takeaway Tip: Refuse to build a man; build some self esteem instead. Not with his music sales, not even his grieving heart- sorry! You might get a thank you but you will always be left in the dust
First comes investment, then comes intimacy
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WHICH ROMAN DEITY ARE YOU?
VENUS
Greek equivalent: Aphrodite
im sorry but you’re my favourite for absolutely the worst reasons. honestly what goes on in your brain. like you are in my favourite scene in all of literature; you find your depressed son in the woods, pretend to be a hot woods woman and flirt with him until he realises that oh ok he should stop thinking you're hot because you're literally his mother. i mean you went from being 'just a love goddess' to every roman emperor trying to claim he was related to you so clearly you're winning. you just might also need to go do some therapy
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