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Beyoncé — Cowboy Carter Art Book

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idk why this is so cute to me

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i actually don’t give a fuck that transvestigation laws “will end up impacting cis women too” it should be enough that they impact trans women. you should care about that on its own actually.

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The portrayal of white people who have been violently separated from their own culture stealing the power of black culture and music to try to get reconnected was SO literal and somehow not at ALL heavy-handed or trite. Fkn remarkable.

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pope with stripper!reader that baz paid to give him a private dance one time and he sits through it, the entire routine with his hands balled into fists and resting against his thighs. and even though he had a tick in his jaw, gave off the impression like he'd rather be anywhere else, he couldn't help but think about how intoxicating her perfume was, how her skin looked so soft underneath her cute little dancer outfit. of course it helped that her nails were painted the prettiest, shiniest red in her clear pleasers.

the dance is over and as she's picking up her outfit, shed two minutes into the fifteen minute session. he's fishing into his wallet. he approaches her as she presses the top portion of her two-piece over her breasts, hands out the bill for her to take.

"oh, no, that's okay." she says, "baz already paid me- oh." he presses the money into her palm anyway and hesitantly she closes her fingers around it.

"you're sweet. thank you."

she watches him as he goes with a small smile on her face. at least baz told her about the silence and the staring. but all in all, he wasn't the most unsettling customer she's ever had.

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she never expected to see him again but he comes in the following week, alone. had his hands in his pockets as he ambled through the dimly-lit neon walkways of the club.

she found him near the stage, looking past the dancer twirling next to the pole atop the scuffed-surface when she approaches.

"you're back!" she says with a type of warmth and excitement that he isn't used to hearing, not about him. her hand closes around his forearm (and he can feel her rubbing them slightly, admiring his form) and she's pulling him along, leading him back to one of the rooms.

again, two minutes in and her clothes are on the floor, a pretty one piece made up of elaborate lace and string.

and she says, 'touch me.' not 'you can touch me,' which is something way different than what pope is used to, a command rather than a light suggestion. so he does, keeps it kosher at first, and she laughs at him, tells him he's cute. then she puts her hands on his wrists, guides them to her waist, and he feels like a teenager again the way his interest stirs.

they don't get far. pope knows the rules; heavy petting allowed, a handjob or blowjob allowed, penetration if he pays for a private suite but it's at the discretion of the dancer. and she does try, her hand on the belt of his jeans, but he stops her. she redirects her attention elsewhere, straddles his lap and rolls her hips at the rhythm of the song, smooths her hands down his arms and back.

"i'm sorry if i was too pushy..." she says afterward, trying to fix the strings that make up her outfit before she steps back into it. pope shakes his head.

"it's not that." he says. "i just didn't think we had enough time." he's so matter-of-fact that she can't help but giggle.

and again he slides her the money plus the tip, but she knows just from looking at the roll of bills that it's way too much. she tries to stop him, he presses the money into her palm, and he waits for her to get dressed before he leaves.

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the third time happens in a similar fashion, but it's the fourth time that something changes.

"you just missed her." one of the girls, misty, one of craig's favorites, told him as he made his way towards the stage. "probably still waiting for her ride." she suggests helpfully, but pope is annoyed, wondering in the back of his head if she makes a habit of telling all of your customers your whereabouts.

and true to her word, he finds her waiting near the alley next to the club, which he also hates.

"you don't have a car?" he asks, noting the uber app open on her phone.

"oh! hey!" she greets him, even though he appeared behind her so suddenly she damn near jumped out of her skin hearing his voice. "um, no. i just never got around to getting one when i moved out here, and i live so close sometimes that i usually just walk, but... my feet hurt and it's kind of late." she says.

"cancel it. i can give you a ride." he leaves no room for argument, already walking towards his truck. and she's quick to do what he asks, slides into the passenger seat from the door he's holding open for her.

the drive to her house is ten minutes, which means she definitely should not be walking these distances alone at night. nor should she be standing outside of the club at night waiting for a rideshare, either.

so before he's thinking, before the car fully stops outside of her townhouse, he's telling her to take his number down, send him her schedule so that he can pick her up and drop her off when she's finished.

again, he leaves no room for argument. asks when she works next, and she damn near whispers it when she says, 'um, tomorrow starting at 7. i'll be off at 3.'

"i'll come get you at 6:30."

he watches her enter her house, waits for it to close behind her before he pulls off.

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he takes her to and from work wordlessly, but before she leaves his car at night, she asks him to come inside with her.

and there's less than five minutes in between when they walk into her house and when they're on the couch making out.

and she's on top of him, again, straddling his lap, telling him in that raspy voice of her's, "touch me." she grabs him by his wrists, squeezes just slightly as she puts one on her hip, the other over the tank top she's wearing with no bra.

five minutes later and they both have their hands in each other's pants, hers covered in spit, using that and the combined slick of his pre-cum to stroke him off. he has two fingers inside of her, buried between the lace of her thong and her pussy lips. their arousal builds off of each other, plays between them on a feedback loop.

and it takes them no time to cum together, panting into each other's mouths, her high-pitched moans meeting his quiet grunts.

so, yeah. anyway, pope's favorite dancer turns into his girl.

this includes pope's girl asking him once every week or two what color she should paint his nails, and at first he always says 'red' because she looks so fucking good in red. until he figures out she looks good in every color and sometimes he throws in black, blue, even purple.

pope being pleased every time she takes his suggestion (which is every time), and staring for a long time at her matching toes. (yes, he is a foot man. yes, he does fuck her every time she gets a fresh set!)

pope's girl showing pope all of her new outfits for work. pope tracing his fingers over the lace, the strings, marvelling at how her body fills out each two-piece and onesie perfectly. and yes, he fucks her in each one too.

pope realizing how much dedication goes into being a dancer; taking note of her workout routines, diet, even her water intake all aiding her in maintaining her physique for work.

pope dropping her to and from work or leaving his car for her whenever he won't be available to do so. pope subtly trying to probe her about getting a car; asking her if she'd want a little one or a big one, a fast one... until she catches on and shuts him down, saying, 'why would i need a car when i have yours?' and he can't argue with that logic, the way she knows he'll always be there to take care of her, can he?

pope learning to come early enough that there's no possibility of her having to stand outside of the club and wait after he catches a few man lingering near her one day where she stood next to the alley, openly leering at her in her sweatpants and tank top. pope having to break a bone or two that day and nearly getting himself trespassed until she pleads her case to the bouncers.

and a bonus being that none of the cody boys, not baz, hell, not even smurf herself, can tell him shit about being in love with a stripper. especially once they get to know her and realize she's one of the coolest people pope could have ended up with. that she's fun at parties, knows how to mind her business, and can drink craig under the table. and she's smart as hell, especially at math.

oh, and pope stomped out craig so badly before he could even finish saying the word 'stripper,' that they're all afraid that ever happening again.

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DR. JACK ABBOT & DR. SAMIRA MOHAN jack stealing glances at samira The Pitt | 7:00 P.M. (1.13)

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW 'POPE' CODY Animal Kingdom | Ghosts (4.12)

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some wips i am working on pls bear with me

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Artwork by Abigail Larson

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at a tribal finance conference listening to a quileute tribal council member talk about how companies have bought every house in forks, wa because it’s a tourist destination so they can’t hire people to work for the tribe

anyway fuck stephenie meyer for profiting so intensely off of racist stereotypes of quilteutes and all native people while never contributing a dime to help them solve the problems she caused!

if you have the ability, you can donate to their move to higher ground fund here: https://mthg.org

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Beyoncé performing at the COWBOY CARTER TOUR in Los Angeles (2025)

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I think poor people deserve to buy luxuries for themselves

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Fan art by Ami Thompson