#Ek Mas

[xpsx-8]

Sapphic south asians in media!!

[idollete]

boa tarde, chicas, eu queria fazer um desabafo muito sério aqui.

https://pin.it/1ocwexTwF

esse vídeo é um ataque PESSOAL pra mim, sério com que DIREITO ele veio desse jeito, falou CHIQUITA e deu um BEIJO ESTALADO tão PERTO do celular assim EU QUERO SABER QUEM ELE PENSA QUE É 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[meradupattateriwatch]

Meri bakwas sune wala ek aesa boyfriend toh me bhi deserve kar ti hu

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mere paas lauda hota to ye taane nahi sunne padte 🙂

[townpostin]

BJP Launches Voter List Revision Campaign in Jamshedpur

Door-to-Door Initiative Aims to Update Rolls Ahead of State Assembly Elections Party workers to focus on adding young voters and removing deceased names from electoral lists. JAMSHEDPUR – The Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) has announced a comprehensive door-to-door campaign to revise voter lists in preparation for the upcoming State Assembly elections. "Our workers will ensure every eligible voter…

[inspirasitala]

Miliki Permasalahan Balik Nama Lahan Eks Transmigrasi, Bupati Ajak Warga Ikuti Program Kijang Mas Tala

Miliki Permasalahan Balik Nama Lahan Eks Transmigrasi, Bupati Ajak Warga Ikuti Program Kijang Mas Tala

𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗟𝗮𝘂𝘁, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗮.𝗰𝗼.𝗶𝗱 – Sebagai salah satu desa eks transmigrasi, Bupati Tanah Laut (Tala) HM Sukamta mengajak warga Desa Gunung Melati yang memiliki permasalahan balik nama pada lahan eks transmigrasi untuk mengikuti Program Kijang Mas Tala. Menurutnya program tersebut dapat mengatasi permasalahan balik nama terhadap lahan eks transmigrasi yang pemilik dan ahli warisnya telah tidak…

[tushanrongbai]

Stress

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"We can't thank you enough," your mother clasps her hands together, "are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?"

"I gotta get back," Walter huffs, hooking his thumbs in his jeans pockets, "but I'll be back in the morning."

"You will?" You mom bats her lashes in surprise as you glance over from peeling potatoes.

"Yep," he nods as he looks around, meeting your gaze briefly before turning his attention back to your mother, "gonna help the kid with planting."

"What? You can't-- Walter, we... we could never pay you back," she fans herself.

"I'm not asking for anything," he shrugs, "I kinda owe Pat. He's always been good to me."

"Oh my gosh, and he will appreciate it so much," she touches her cheeks as her voice cracks, "we really can't afford to turn away help but you will be stayin' for dinner. It's the least we can do."

"Yes, ma'am," he answers, "but you don't work yourself too hard. You gotta make sure to get Pat back on his feet before you worry about me."

"Oh," she sniffles and dabs her nose with her knuckle, "I'm so sorry, it's been such a difficult week."

"Ma," you come around and offer her a paper towel from the role, your own eyes stinging.

"Anyways, I...I'll go now," Walter says stringently.

"Thank you," you eke out as you hug your mother and she buries her face in your shoulder.

He nods at you as he passes, continuing into the hallway. You rock your mother and crane to watch him go, his broad shoulders stretching the cotton henley. He peeks into the front room as he stops to get his boots on, staring in at your dad, still blank in his recliner.

You tear your eyes away as your mom pulls back and wipes her cheeks, "uh, I'm a mess."

"It's alright, ma," you assure.

"I hope so," she murmurs as her throat tightens, "I really do."

🌾

As promised, Walter returns early the next morning. You're in the kitchen putting on a pot of coffee as you hear his truck. You leave the percolator to boil as you sweep down the hall, yawning into the crook of your elbow as you near the front door.

You open in and stand inside the screen, watching his headlights fade as he shuts off the engine. He steps out, grabbing a beaten metal lunch pail out behind him. It hangs from a thick leather strap; you wonder if he takes it down to the mill for his shifts.

"Morning," he comes up the steps, "Timothy up?"

"He's getting there," you say evasively, "you want some coffee?"

"Brought my own," he shows the thermos strapped to the top of the lunch pail.

"Hm, well, why don't you come in while you wait? Tim will be up soon, I'm sure."

"I don't mind," he says.

"I hate to leave you out here," you insist, "ma's upstairs with dad," you explain, "pretty quiet in here. Not used to that."

"Mm," he grumbles and bows his head. He grabs the screen door as he steps forward, catching it as you retreat ahead of him.

He enters and you scurry back to the kitchen as you hear the percolator thrumming, the lid shaking noisily. You take out a cup for yourself and one for Timothy. Walter enters and you turn to him as he looks around placidly.

"You're right. It's quiet," he agrees.

You give a shaky smile and go to the fridge. You take out the packet of bacon wrapped in brown paper and put it on the counter.

"I'm making breakfast. Ma and dad will be hungry. You like bacon or sausage?" You ask.

He considers you. You face him, awaiting his answer. He watches you, his expression hard to read.

"You don't have to worry about me," he states.

"I'm not worried, I'm just... offering," you placate.

His blue eyes make you nervous as they bore into you. Like everything else he does, he watches you with intent. What it is, you don't know.

He hums and nods, as if agreeing with something you said. You arch a brow curiously as he tilts his head and drops his eyes to the counter. He steps up to the island and puts his pail down.

"I'll do the eggs," he says.

"Oh, please, sir--"

"Walt," he intones.

"Walt, sorry," you squirm. There's something different about him. He's just as steely as ever but much more... there. You always felt like he didn't see you before.

"No sorries," he waves you off and goes to the fridge, opening the door and searching until he sees the eggs. "You seem like the sunny side up type."

"I do?" You wonder as he plucks out eggs one at a time.

"I think so," he says softly, a grit in his throat.

"Hm," you scrunch your lips up, "I don't mind it. I usually have french toast. That's how I liked my eggs."

"Not really eggs..."

"There's eggs on the bread," you argue, "and cinnamon, and a little icing sugar."

He scoffs and his cheek dimples. It's as close to a smile as you've ever seen from him. He places the eggs on the counter before he goes back for more.

"What about you? How do you like your eggs?" You ask before the tension can grow stifling.

"I take two hard-boiled eggs to work. A slice of rye, carrots, cashews, and dried berries. For lunch, I have ham and cheese. Most days, I miss lunch. Too busy."

He speaks matter-of-factly. He does seem like a man of routine. You never thought very much about what he did beyond his visits, but it makes sense.

"I usually forget lunch too," you grin, "but I make up for it at dinner."

He snorts again, setting down another handful of eggs. "I'll do some scrambled," he rolls one aside on its own, "and some french toast for you."

"Oh, M-Walt," you stammer, "that's--"

"I like to keep busy. Keeps me focused," he says sternly.

"Oh, uh, okay," you relent, "I'll... go get Timothy," you look at the clock, "he said he'd be up ten minutes ago."

"His own fault if he doesn't have time to eat," Walter tuts. "Grown man."

"Sure is," you agree as you breeze around the counter, "be right back."

You get to the door before he responds, "I'll be here, sweetheart."

You're in the hall before you register what he said. You falter and stop at the bottom step before you can ascend the stairs. You look back to the kitchen, staring at Walter's shoulders as he cracks eggs into a bowl.

Sweetheart... you don't think you've ever heard a morsel of affection from the man. He didn't even laugh at your father's jokes. Well, there is a lot going on. He's just being nice because your dad's sick.

[phuljari]

social media au! part 3

summary : khushi is a model and influencer; arnav just seems to stumble upon her profile one day— not so much by accident. (or what if khushi fell in love at first sight?)

warnings : just some hindi/hinglish, cussing in both languages. deliberate typos. online stalker!shyam. ghosting

a/n : i am...trying something new (by using the word prompts) #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta @arshifiesta

anjaliiiii.r

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anjaliiiii.r Pooja ki thal vakai me tayyar thi @/nandiii !

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nandiii Haan di, mujhe toh laga aap khazaam kar rahe the lekin aapne toh mere liye kutta bhi liya tha diiiiii, thank you so so much😭😭😭

⤷aakash_r NK bhai "khazaam" nahi "mazaak"

⤷aakash_r Aur woh "kurta" hai "kutta" nahi

⤷nandiii Aakash tumhe kisi ne nai bola gaand adane

⤷arnavsinghraizada NK! (comment deleted)

⤷nandiii i meant *taang nannav, tum bhi na

⤷anjaliiiii.r Chotte tum toh rehne do, humne aur kharab chize suni hai tumhare muh se (comment deleted)

mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada E sab ki kaa zarurat rahi anjali bitiya *smh*

⤷hellohibyebye kaahe nahi? aur e *smh* ka hai haan?

⤷mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada shake my head

⤷hellohibyebye shakiya liye ho toh meaningwa bhi bata dete 😒

gulabo_devyani Aap. Kaa. Ee Ghar ma Swag.at hai

hari_prakash THaal humne sajayiee 🪔

user1 beautiful family

⤷user2 is he related to ASR?

⤷user3 he's an australian actor

iMessage

Arnav: Di Instagram pe toh mujhe "chotte" karke mat bulao!

Anjali: Kyun? Chotte?😂

Arnav: Di please wo comment delete karo

Anjali: Aisa toh kya ho gaya chotte?

Arnav: Di aapko pata hai meri wajah se kitne log aapko bhi follow karte hai

Arnav: Unko aisi comments dikhegi toh kaisa lagega

Anjali: Theek hai! Hum karenge agar tum bhi karoge

Arnav: Fine! Done! Ab khush?

Anjali: Haan... bohot KHUSHI hui chotte 😂😂

seen

divalavanya

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divalavanya Some of us were working while others were having date nights 😒 @/thekhushigupta

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shyamjha khushiji kya ye sach hai

⤷shyamjha bataye khushiji @/thekhushigupta @/titalya_k

hari_prakash yzxcv----000000000

⤷user1 snd bubs

user2 lavanya where is your beautiful face?

thekhushigupta shhh 🤫

⤷payaliyaaa Khushi??

⤷guptagarima Khajur khai ho kaa Khushi? Hum bheje kya tumhare liye?

user3 what's that camera model?

titalya_k

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titalya_k did i mention that i love jalebis?

#foodlover #foodie #eatingmyfeelingsaway #lostinareverie

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payaliyaaa Haan sabko pata hai!

⤷titaliya_k 👀

divalavanya Your gol gol baatein and gol gol jalebis 😵‍💫

guptagarima Khushi kitni baar bola hai bahar ka mat khaya kar! Sunti nahi hai bilkul

shyamjha khushiji bas ek baar aap humare messages padh lijiye

iMessage

Khushi: gol gol baatein kya?

Lavanya: Kya?

Lavanya: Oh

Lavanya: You didn't say what happened post ~sliding into his dm's~

Khushi: so

Khushi: i clearly didn't take your advice and

Khushi: i should've listened to you 😔

Lavanya: Babee😔😔

Khushi: he agreed to go out with me and i was so excited

Lavanya: Uh oh

Khushi: but then i found out that his cousin was in town and he was just trying to avoid him 😭

Lavanya: That's... not good

Khushi: and he said he's excited for our collaboration and it was really nice to get to know each other before we start working together 😭

Lavanya: 😶

Khushi: 😭😭😭

Lavanya: Babe don't stress eat please, you know that sugar isn't good for you right?

Khushi: .....

Khushi: don't take away my only coping mechanism😔

(1) new messages from arnavsinghraizada

arnavsinghraizada: So you love jalebis?

seen

(2) new messages from arnavsinghraizada

arnavsinghraizada: You know that I can see that you've left me on seen right?

arnavsinghraizada: And it is usually me who leaves people on seen

thekhushigupta: who doesn't?

arnavsinghraizada: ??

thekhushigupta: who doesn't love jalebis?

thekhushigupta: wait

thekhushigupta: pls don't tell me you're one of those freaks who doesn't eat jalebis??

thekhushigupta: sorry i cannot continue working at a place where my values are mismatched

arnavsinghraizada: I don't eat jalebis and...you haven't started work yet

thekhushigupta: and i wont??? wdym you don't eat jalebis?

arnavsinghraizada: Don't worry. I'm not one of those freaks who hates jalebis.

arnavsinghraizada: I have diabetes

arnavsinghraizada: So I can't

thekhushigupta: oh, i'm sorry

thekhushigupta: makes sense

arnavsinghraizada: What?

thekhushigupta: you don't eat sweets so how can you even talk sweetly?

arnavsinghraizada: What the-

thekhushigupta: ngl i thought you were too good to be true, i should've known

arnavsinghraizada: Known what?

seen

iMessage

Arnav: Aakash

Aakash: Yes bhai?

Arnav: What does it mean if someone leaves you on seen?

Aakash: 🤣🤣🤣

Arnav: 😒

Aakash: Bhai, it means you got ghosted!

Arnav: Huh?

Aakash: It means she doesn't want to talk to you anymore

Arnav: But why?

Arnav: Wait! How did you know "she" doesn't want to talk to me?

Aakash: 🫢

Arnav: Di told you???

Aakash: Everyone was asking where you were...

Arnav: Wtf does everybody know???

Aakash: We didn't know it was hush-hush

Arnav: It wasn't

Arnav: Tell me NK doesn't know

Aakash: 😶

Arnav: Fuck

Aakash: Kya farq padta hai bhai?

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Arnav: DI!

Anjali: Kya hua chotte, chilla kyu rahe ho?

Arnav: Aapne Khushi ke baare me sabko bata diya?

Anjali: Nahi batana tha kya?

Arnav: Aapko pata toh hai di

Anjali: Kya?

Arnav: Nevermind

Anjali: Naniji puch rahi hai ki Instagram pe @/thekhushigupta hai unke saath tum gaye the kal bahar

Arnav: Haan

Arnav: WAIT NO

Anjali: Too late chotte 😂

Arnav: 😠

Anjali: 😂😂😂

Notifications (thekhushigupta)

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hellohibyebye liked your post

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thekhushigupta well, at least the outfit slapped (I couldn't)

#aboutlastnight

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usershyam khushiji aap bilkul apsara lag rahi hai

theshyamjha khushiji pls call me, humne aapko apna number bheja hai dm mein

shyamjha khushiji hume pata hai aap kaha rehti hain

gulabo_devyani Toh e pasand. rahi . chotte ki Anjali bitiya

⤷hari_prakash Ji nani ji, abhi bula ke laaye

anjaliiiii.r Khoobsurat 💖

hellohibyebye e ka pehni ho?? phati saree???

⤷nandiii It's the new fashion mausi ji 😌

arnavsinghraizada Interesting choice of words

⤷thekhushigupta 😏

TBC

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[creads]

Hallo ek vertaal al jou fanfics en sommige is goed en ander is sleg, maar ek is mal daaroor

eu tô rindo DEMAIS pq primeiramente OMG CAMILINHA WENT INTERNATIONAL??????

e segundo. eu traduzi e☝🏻de acordo com o google isso é afrikaans e a tradução foi “Olá, eu traduzo todas as suas fanfics e algumas são boas e outras ruins, mas eu adoro elas” OUTRAS RUINS KKKKKKKKK😭😭😭😭 pelo menos a diva é honesta 🌷🌸💗

[rickyswift]

Hmmm que bom então! Pode fazer algo envolvendo blowjob nele? Juro, ele parece do tipo que fica todo manhoso quanto tá perto de gozar na boca 😪😪

oieee bem! espero q goste <3

dei uma revisada rápidinha, então me perdoa se tiver alguns erros

doyoung x leitora (pronomes femininos)

gênero: smut

avisos: boquete, chefe!doyoung, funcionária!leitora, ambos são switchs alinhados em dom, nipple play (doyoung recebe), a leitora se engasga em algum momento, face fucking (?), cum eating, masturbação (doyoung recebe), palavras sujas e acho que é isso.

faltava menos de 10 minutos para o início do horário de almoço, então seu chefe te apressava ao máximo para que seus colegas não estranhassem quando fossem te chamar para ir comer e não te achassem - já que estava muito ocupada se divertindo de baixo da mesa.

— põe tudo na boquinha logo, hm? — você estava há um bom tempo torturando doyoung, masturbando-o e dando algumas lambidas na cabeça rosinha. — nós não temos tempo, boneca. — ele passou a mão pelos seus cabelos e desceu até sua mandíbula, depois passou pelo queixo, acariciando o lugar e roçando o dedão no seu lábio inferior. você abriu a boca esperando o próximo movimento e assim foi feito. você chupava o dedo dele com os olhos fechados, sentindo uma explosão de sensações que desaguavam no tecido da sua calcinha. — agora você vai chupar meu pau desse mesmo jeitinho, ok? vai me pagar um boquete bem gostoso. — doyoung rapidamente tirou a mão da sua boca e a levou até seu cabelo, prendendo-o num rabo de cavalo bagunçando e descendo seu rosto até você dar uma primeira engasgada no pau dele.

você não deixou barato e logo depois de deixar ele ter alguns segundos de diversão, apertou forte a coxa do homem, cravando suas unhas ali. seu chefe então parou de foder a sua garganta e te deixou fazer o trabalho. a tua boca descia e subia lentamente por toda a extensão deliciosa do pau dele, misturando sua saliva com a pré lubrificação que saia em golfadas da cabeça inchadinha de tesão que ele tinha. tua mão subiu das coxas até as bolas de doyoung, o que causou um gemido dengoso dele. — você faz isso melhor do que seu próprio trabalho, não é? chupar minha pica é mais gratificante que receber seu salário, boneca? — você deu uma mordida leve na região da glande e tirou o membro da boca, fazendo um som de "pop" e deixando um rastro de saliva que conectava os dois corpos.

concordou com a cabeça e com delay o respondeu. — sim, senhor! — a dinâmica de vocês era cansativa já que nenhum cedia a dominância por muito tempo. existiam apenas flashes de submissão e quem ficava por mais tempo no espaço era doyoung, principalmente perto de gozar, e você se aproveitava disso.

ele mordeu os lábios ao ouvir sua resposta e você notou a contração no pênis dele. passou o dedo dos testículos até o topo do membro e voltou a mamar loucamente. quando sentiu o quadril de doyoung começar a estocar na boca, subiu as mãos até os mamilos cobertos pela fina camisa social branca e brincou com os dedos.

— isso, bebê! não para, por favor. — ele jogou a cabeça para trás e não parava um segundo de gemer enquanto subia e descia o quadril na cadeira caríssima de seu escritório.

a sua mandíbula já estava começando a ficar dolorida, então você tirou metade do pau na boca e começou a usar a mão esquerda para masturbar a parte que ficou de fora e a direita para mexer nas bolas novamente. doyoung gemeu frustrado quando parou de sentir seus dedos gelados nos mamilos mas se sentiu gratificado quando notou a visão por baixo de sua mesa. você estava toda suja de saliva, boquinha machucada, seus peitos subiam e desciam devagar pela respiração prejudicada e os fios que não estavam entrelaçados aos dedos de doyoung grudaram no suor do seu pescoço e da sua testa.

— ah, porra! deixa eu gozar nessa tua boca gostosa, hm? deixa? — lágrimas involuntárias se acumulavam no canto dos olhos do homem. você notou que eke estava perto de atingir o climax e o estimulou mais rápido ainda. — isso, i-isso! eu tô quase lá! não para, p-por favor! — para que ele gozasse logo, você o enfiou fundo em sua garganta, acabando por chupar até seus próprios dedos junto pois esqueceu que estava o masturbando. — caralho! tua boca é tão apertadinha, eu posso encher ela de porra, né? vou gozar bem forte... quase, eu tô qua-

você finalmente sentiu o líquido quente dele em sua boca, ambos soltaram gemidos manhosos e lentos. tirou o pau de sua boca e a abriu, olhando firme para doyoung e mostrando a porra dele estabelecida na sua língua. você começou a subir e descer a mão novamente, com a boca posicionada perto da cabeça e com a língua pra fora, esperando as últimas jantadas de porra. engoliu tudinho que pode como uma boa garota e depois abriu de novo para mostrar sua boca agora vazia, nem ligando pro resto que havia em suas bochechas e queixo.

doyoung abriu a boca para falar algo mas foi interrompido por duas batidas na porta. se ajeitou rapidamente na cadeira para que sabe-se-lá-quem não percebesse que ele tinha acabado de receber um bom boquete de sua bonequinha. — entra!

— senhor, estamos saindo pro almoço. vamos estar no restaurante de sempre, caso você queira se juntar.

— certo, jaehyun. podem ir na frente, vou finalizar algumas tarefas — notou você passando os dedos pelo rosto e chupando deles o resto de gozo que coletou, doyoung engoliu seco. — e já vou.

— se ver a s/n por aí, avisa ela também. ela disse que... foi usar as impressoras do andar de cima, mas até agora não vi ela. — doyoung acenou com a cabeça e viu jaehyun sair da sala.

você levantou e alongou o corpo. — acho que tenho que ir imprimir algumas coisas. — ambos riram.

nem se passava pela sua cabeça que jaehyun havia mentido tanto quanto você, já que ele viu seus saltos vermelhos brilhando de baixo da mesa.

lembrando que minha ask ainda tá aberta para pedidos simples como mtl, reactions e hard hours 💭

[vijayasena]

MATHRUBHUMI....

Prologue.......

just like two sides of coins she also had two sides one was for all the world and another was just hiding underneath..

she also had the same goals as them

but all of them had different ways to achieve them..

all had promises to fullfill..

some picked up most painful and difficult path to achieve them ..

emotions hurt, feelings hurt, damage takes place for two hearts

but this is all about their nation .. they can do anything for their nation..

.Plot ..

Niyati Was never one of those woman who considered being an obedient wife and a servant to their family is all about a woman's existence in the society..

Living with a fire to finish the British Rule from India since childhood she only had one aim..

Send those whites on their own motherland for good..

She worked hard to achieve this aim despite being born in that time period where people considered woman as a burden and thought if they studied like men they will gonna be corrupt..

She was a rebel, fiesty and sassy woman who didn't cared about conservative mind..

But her life took a big turn when she was forced to get married to a person who served as the police officer to those filthy whites.. a traitor in her eyes..

But he also had valid reasons for serving to those people

Who captured his motherland..

She never cared about him

He didn't cared about her.

Just like strangers

And both were happy with it..

He represented fire

Whereas she was like Earth gentle yet capable of making chaos.. 

And in their non existent relationship there was one more thing that both shared..

Both have promises to fullfill

Their goals were same

Their aim was similar

But both were walking on different paths..

Until third person a best friend for Ram a brother for niyati stepped in their life and this time things took 360 degree turn..

..A saga ..

People fix each other

Again break each other

Hate each other

Fall for each other

Become friends

Then strangers

Again become enemies ..

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N I Y A T I

..W A Y A N G N A K A R ..

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A G E : 22

" The worst thing about betrayal is..

It never comes from strangers"

" Not all women like to sit back and look pretty"..

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" The only thing that can completely destroy me, shatter me and hurt me are my own emotions"..

" I am a monster in my own eyes"....

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[idollete]

ele é todo estranhozinho, mas eu amo ele (inclusive, repara em como o celular fica pequenininho na mãozona dele

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK POR QUE EKE É ASSIM QUE ÓDIO (pfvr jerónimo nunca pare de ser assim!!!). aí ele é muito preciosinho, imagina ele bem namoradico te mandando fotos o dia inteiro quando vocês estão longe pra registrar tudo que ele anda fazendo 🥺☝🏻 e a mão gigantesca.................ele te enforcando com essa mesma mão...............te fazendo engasgar nos dedos dele..................

[butchkaramazov]

Virah—Chapter 2

“The Padshah Begum-ji wishes to hear you sing,” a tall, sunburnt man finally announced. “You may enter. Guards, remove your spears—stand at ease.” The guards let their spears fall to their sides, a stoic expression coating their faces.

Qameer drew in a shaky breath. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay. Victory to Lord Shiva. Cautiously, she stepped into the durbar. She had originally planned to walk in long, sure strides, but right now, she could only focus on not collapsing onto the carpet.

The Padshah Begum was nowhere to be seen. Qameer almost let her shoulders relax—here, take note of the word almost. The relief was gone as quick as its arrival when she caught sight of the courtiers seated on both sides of the carpet, passionate, lustful eyes boring deep into her skull. A man leaned over and whispered something in his friend’s ear.

Qameer rolled her eyes. 

Without warning, a trumpet sounded thrice, followed by a conch. The courtiers stood up, and so did Qameer. She steeled her heart, her grip on the scroll of poetry tightening with each passing second. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Qameer set her jaw as the Begum entered, her previous nervousness forgotten. There is no place for fear in a poet’s mind. Only truth, and truth only.

Om namah Shivay.

x—x

“Remove the veil,” a sharp voice cut through the silence. “There will be no need for it.”

“But Begum-ji, a woman—”

Her Majesty raised her hand, cutting him off. “I am Padshah Begum. There will be no further discussion regarding this matter.” She raised her chin, looking down at him. “Remove the veil.”

The man’s face remained unchanged as he lifted the purdah in one, swift motion. “Jo agya, Padshah Begum-ji.”

A pause, and then the familiar sounds of the trumpet, followed by the conch. The Begum walked into the durbar, brisk footsteps echoing throughout the room. She took a seat on the Peacock Throne and raised a hand, at which the courtiers sat down. Qameer followed suit, mistrustful of the strength of her knees.

“Mehfil shuru ki jaaye,” the Begum declared, catching Qameer's eye. Her voice was rich and deep, exactly how Qameer had thought a queen’s voice to be. The courtiers briefly paused their daily gossip, turning to look at Qameer with both boredom and amusement.

Qameer swallowed what seemed like bile. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Maa’s face flashed in her mind. There is no place for fear in a poet’s heart.

Baba, reading her Rumi’s poetry. Only truth, and truth only.

Ma, teaching her how to write. Om namah Shivay.

Hafiz. Om namah Shivay.

Rudaki. Om namah Shivay.

Qameer drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She would have no need for the scroll.

“Ae ri sakhi…”

Not a single courtier dared speak as Qameer’s voice cut through the silence of the durbar. “Ae ri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du, apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

The Begum’s eyes were fixated on Qameer—her eyes lined with kajal, a bindi placed right between her eyebrows on dark skin. The scroll of poetry dangling loosely from her fingers as she sang, her raised hand and furrowed eyebrows. Her eyes kept returning to her lips, which almost seemed to bend the air to her will. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Tere bina kahi bhi na vyaakul mann laage—” thunder rumbled lowly in the sky— “birhan sur taal saaj, aaj tere aage…”

Qameer’s voice rivaled that of the thunder, reverberating throughout the durbar as the sky tried to match her poetry with a low rumble. “Nainan ko chain nahin, raina raina jaage—” Qameer opened her eyes briefly. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, as if challenging the raging sky. “Ek pal mai toot jaaye saas ke yeh dhaage—” a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, casting a brilliant glow on Qameer for a split second— “tu jo mooh pher sakhi, deha-praan tyaage…”

The rain kept pounding onto the streets of Aurangabaad, and Qameer kept singing. “Pal bhar tu dekh mujhe, zindagi guzaar du—”

The Begum found herself closing her eyes as she leaned back into her throne. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Meri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du—apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

Qameer’s hand slowly dropped to her side as she drew in a shaky breath, her voice accompanied by the music of thunder. “Ae ri sakhi…”

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…”

A crash of lightning, rattling the window.

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…” 

A low hum. The windowpane had cracked.

Om namah Shivay.

A flash of lightning, enveloping her body. She opened her eyes.

The Begum was standing, a small smile playing on her lips as she clapped, slowly, and the entirety of the durbar joined in. The servants rushed towards the windowpane.

Qameer raised her hand in aadaab.

The Begum smiled. “Tasleem.”

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the poetry is inspired by (basically copy-pasted from) the song virah from bandish bandits :)

thank you shre didi @raat-baaki for helping with the dialogue! <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

When your mother returns, you're alerted by her shrill cry. You go to the window as she squeals at Walter and throws her arms around him. He stands stalk straight as she hugs him. She tearfully pulls away as she looks at the ramp, pointing to it as she turns back to the truck. 

Your heart plucks as Walter gives a humble bow of his head. It was nice of him. He is nice. So why had you pulled away? Why does everyone else see something between you that you can’t?

Timothy helps your father out of the truck and Walter leads him up the ramp. You open the door to let them all in, keeping your eyes on the floor. You let the screen door snap shut behind you as you follow after your mother. You linger by the doorway as your father’s taken to his recliner.

Your mother gives Walter another emphatic thank you before Timothy starts chattering at him about the truck. They pass you as you step aside and you watch Walter, though he refuses to return your gaze. You frown and fold your arms.

You turn to face your mother as she fawns over your father. She looks past him and gives you a gentle smile. You near her and blow out a long breath.

“So, what did the doctor say?” You ask.

Her cheeks quiver and her smile falls, “will you put on some tea?”

You nod. It’s serious.

You go into the kitchen to put on the kettle. You pull out two mugs and measure tea into the steeping balls. You lean on the counter and wait for the water to hiss. Your mother enters, wringing her hands.

She sits, then stands again, the paces around the island. She stops and faces you. She sighs.

“The doctor… recommended an assisted care home,” she says flatly, forcing out each syllable. “We could keep a home nurse but… we can’t afford that.”

You grimace and clasp your hand around the front of your shirt, “I can hand out resumes–”

“Minimum wage won’t help us,” she shakes her head, nearing the island to plant her elbows. She holds her head, “I didn’t tell Timmy. He… he’ll need to hear it gently.”

Your eyes tinge. The helpless pinch in your chest leaves you breathless. You bring your hand up to your neck as your skin turns hot.

“So… what are the options?” You eke out.

“Like I said before; sell the farm. Downsize… if anything’s available, put your dad in a home,” her voice dissolves and she turns her face down and sobs, “why did this have to happen to us?”

“I’m sorry, mom,” you murmur as you approach her and touch her shoulder, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s… not okay,” she lifts her head, eyes streaming, “we just have to figure it out. Get through the season, tally up our losses,” her throat tightens around her words, “can you… can you go get Walter? I should talk to him too. Tell him… thank you.”

You pause and roll your tongue into your cheek. You nod and squeeze her arm, “sure…” you swallow, “I love you, ma.”

“I love you too,” she sniffles, “maybe… maybe I shoulda raised you to get off this farm,” she heaves and wipes her cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t be,” you let her go, “I’ll get Walter.”

“Keep your brother distracted,” she calls after you, “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

You go through the back door and drag your feet through the dirt to the garage. You hear tinkering as Timothy gabs endlessly. You enter through the open door and find Walter scratching his head as he stares under the open hood.

“Hey,” you interrupt Timothy’s rambling, “um, Walter, my mom… was wondering if you could help her with something heavy.”

“Sure,” he faces you with his hands on his hips, a line across his forehead.

“Wait, what about the truck?” Timothy whines.

“Take it to Vol,” Walter shrugs off.

As he nears you, you sidle out of his way. His gaze bores down on you and you peer back at him. You raise your brows, softening your expression as best you can. His eyes drift away and he turns his head straight, brushing by without another word.

You frown as you remain and near Timothy as he furrows his brow at the engine. You look under the hood, as mystified as your brother. The truck’s just another expense to add to the books. Maybe you should just scrap it and downsize. You could sell the tractors too, you won’t need them…

How much is that? How long can it keep your father in a home? How long can it keep you and your family from falling apart? Your stomach sinks as Timothy tries to explain spark plugs to you. You know there isn’t work at the grocery store. Or the library. Or the cafe.

You shudder and nudge Timothy, “we’ll figure it out. I forgot about the tea.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” he says, bending over to squint at the engine. 

You leave him and wander back to the house. You pause just before the steps and listen. Low tones seep through the screen but you can’t make out the words. You enter, letting the spring creak and announce your entrance.

You peek into the kitchen and your mother looks over as Walter rubs her back. She sniffles as she dabs her nose with a dishrag. They look over at you and you dip your head down as you go to pass.

“Sweetie,” your mother calls after you, “will you come in here?”

You back up and turn stiffly, stepping just over the threshold. Your eyes flit back and forth between them. What’s going on? Did he tell her what happened? Are they mad?

“Walter… Walter might buy the farm,” your mom’s tone is airy with disbelief, “we might… we might be okay.”

“Gotta check with the bank, get some numbers sorted,” Walter explains evenly.

“Oh, uh, that’s great,” you say.

“I don’t wanna get your hopes up yet,” Walter insists, “I’ll look into it. Place like this…” he looks around then lets his eyes rest on you, “shouldn’t be going to any of those city slickers buying up the land.”

“Yeah, I… that’s so good,” you croak.

“Hopefully,” he nods as his gaze threatens to melt you, “anything I can do to help.”

[bl-bam-beyond]

FROM THE STUDIO THAT BROUGHT THE BL COMMUNITY KINNPORSCHE BE ON CLOUD IS BACK...TOMORROW

DFF: DEAD FRIEND FOREVER (2023, THAILAND)

Trailer Highlights

Premiere: December 23, 2023 Saturdays

Platform: IQIYI (10 Episodes)

Starring: PHURIWAT CHOTIRATANASAK as JIN

NANNAKUN PAKAPATPORNPOB as Phi

THANAWAT SHINAWATRA as White

PATIPHAN FUEANGFUNUWAT as Tee

JETSADAKORN BUNDIT as Top

ATHENS WERAPATANAKUL as Thaen

PAWAT AKKRADETSAKUL as Fluke

TINNASIT ISARAPONGPORN as Non

NITITORN AKKARACHOTSOPON as Por

MDL Synopsis: Eight school friends travel to a vacation house in the middle of the forrest to bid farewell to Jin, one of their friend group who is going to study abroad. The trip allows them all to go back and reminisce over the memories of their high school days. However, a series of disturbing events cause tension and unrest in the gang who begin to suspect there is a ninth person hiding somewhere in the house. When things take a sinister turn, and they try to unravel the mystery, dark secrets from the past come back to haunt everyone. They realize that if they want to survive they must quickly find out who is behind the deadly and bloody occurrences.

Genres: Action, Thriller, Drama

Directors: Ma-Deaw Chookiat Sakveerakul

Chantana Tiprachart

Screenwriters: Sammon

Ek Eakasit Thairaat

Composer: Jeff Satur

Doesn't seem exactly BL but MDL does have LGBTQ+ in the tags. Barcode is a main but there are multiple mains.

Who is planning on watching this one? @pose4photoml @lutawolf @kingofthereblog-boysloveed @thewayofsubtext @bengiyo @absolutebl @pharawee @wanderlust-in-my-soul @negrowhat

Barcode is a main lead. His partner Jeff Satur (who has since left BE ON CLOUD) is listed as a composer for this project. While Barcode and Jeff Satur's BL with Korea Wuju Bakery is slated for 2024.