#GUILTY🚨🚨

[silliestlittlecat]

l.s. dunes fans will say ‘he’s so cute’ and show you a picture of a man older than your father (it’s me i’m l.s. dunes fans)

[puddii-ng]

i trace it all back, 3:30 AM

that night, something turned in my heart ♪

[coveredinsun]

larian brainrot so fucking crazy they got me listening to tayl– [DROPS DEAD]

[mendelskrull]

me if saying inappropriate things about 70+ year olds was illegal

[hatem1190]

I am writing on behalf of my older brother Muhammad.!

📣📣🚨🚨Help my family, any donation from you makes a difference to us.🫶🫶🙏🙏

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This is a Initiative from me and my family to feed displaced families like us

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In Gaza “No water, no food, no medicine, no fuel... And money doesn't make sense.”

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The war on Gaza has deprived children of much security and safety.🥺🥺😢

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When I see my children and other Children, I feel guilty towards them because I can't do everything they need.

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We live in Gaza, we wake up every morning feeling grateful that we managed to survive another day🙏

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For more than 350 days we have lived surrounded by death, destruction and despair. The reality of constant Israeli bombardment, massive missile strikes from the air, land and sea, and the collective struggle for survival is indescribable. There is no safe place in the Gaza Strip.🥺🥺😢

My campaign is documented by @gaza-evacuation-funds

Campaign No. 299

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Hand in hand we can do a lot. 🙏🇵🇸✌🏻❤️

Best regards.

[softsunnyy]

ok but…the hughes boys each claiming a hole…and destroying u all at once…🎤🎤🎤

alr, i think this is too much... 👉🏻👈🏻

🚨 rough sex, little moments that seem non-con, but she enjoys it, i swear. Anal sex, oral sex. All your holes at the same time. Exposing you while you sleep. Using you while you sleep. A good pt.2?? Almost losing consciousness. You can't control your actions. Cumming too hard. And i think that's the majority. 🚨

@kawhh ; @ruinix <33

you feel like you're going crazy. You're overwhelmed, overstimulated, constantly horny, remembering what you did a couple of days ago.

you let your boyfriend fuck you... in front of his brothers.

god, you even put on a show for them, stripping for them and letting them use you to get off. You still remember Quinn's taste, and how good it feels to be filled by Luke.

you even dream about it.

and since that day, a few things have changed. The place is tense. Jack watches with amusement as his brothers seem on edge for you, while you move cautiously, nervous all the time, embarrassed.

and they don't make it easy for you either.

Quinn takes every opportunity to put his hands on your body, like when he saw you in the kitchen and grabbed your waist, moving you so he could reach a spoon. Of course, you knew it was on purpose. The way he made your ass rub against his bulge gave it away.

Luke's always watching you, no matter what you do, making you feel hot. Like when you wanted to sit with them, on that same couch, and his eyes kept looking at your legs, your chest, all of you.

you're surprised nothing more has happened, but you can feel the air getting heavier every day, as if you were standing in front of a bomb that could explode at any moment. You struggle to breathe, you feel so small in every room you enter, and being with the three of them in the same place is overwhelming, and you try to put distance between you and Jack in those situations because you can see his intentions.

you feel dirty, even guilty, because you can't stop thinking about them. You've had dreams about Quinn and Luke, of them fucking you, Luke forcing you to use his thigh, and then Quinn filling you with his long fingers. You've dreamed of having both of them at the same time, then waking up wrapped around your boyfriend.

you blame him because you didn't have these thoughts before, and now you can't stop. It's all you want and need. You need all three of them. You want to be exposed to them again, to be used; but you don't want to take the first step.

it's then that a week has passed, and you're on the same couch, watching a movie with Jack. Your body covered only by his shirt, and you took advantage of the fact that the house was empty to have a long time of entertainment.

your lower back hurts a little now, your legs are a little cramped, so Jack lets you lie on top of him, while he gently strokes your back.

you curl up, seeking his warmth, feeling sleepy and affectionate, wanting to have him as close as possible. And soon the movie began to fade behind you, the voices growing more distant, your vision blurred, your eyelids wanting to close.

in his arms, you fell asleep, forgetting where you were, your situation. Forgetting about your boyfriend's needs for a second.

a couple of minutes pass until the front door opens, and Quinn and Luke walk in, talking about what they did that day, looking at each other until they reach the living room, where they see the scene before them.

Jack smiled and continued stroking your back, watching his brothers' actions out of the corner of his eye, knowing full well that your ass is starting to peek out from the shirt, which is riding up more and more with each caress.

Quinn clears his throat, suddenly feeling heated, his eyes fixed on your thighs, on how your legs are on either side of his brother's hips, making you more exposed, as if you want them to see your pretty, used, still-full pussy.

Luke tries not to look, to ignore what he's feeling, but it's impossible. He can't not look when your ass is there. He wants to grab it, smack it, spit on it. He wants to shove his cock between you and make you whimper for him.

"sit down, she can give you a show," Jack spoke in a low tone, now looking at them, and they obeyed without saying a word, this time both sitting in the direction of your ass, completely attentive.

you're fast asleep, having sweet dreams, like a date with your boyfriend, enjoying the moment and the calm around you... until you start to feel hot. And the plot begins to change. Your boyfriend starts looking at you differently, his eyes lowering to your lips, his hand getting closer and closer to your thigh. Your cheeks begin to burn, and you know what's coming.

in real life, Jack begins to lift your (his) shirt, exposing your sweet pussy, with traces of his cum staining your swollen lips. With his hands, he grabs your ass cheeks, parting them, massaging them, leaving his fingers marked by his strong grip.

Quinn begins to unbutton his pants, releasing his cock, which is slowly hardening. He wants to shove his cock into your ass, fuck you so hard that you can only scream, babble, tears streaming down your eyes as he takes you. The thought alone makes his blood heat up and his legs tense.

Luke touches his bulge through his pants, watching his brother's cum slide out of your hole a little more, and he remembers when he did the same thing, filling you with him. He wants to do it again. He wants to fill you so much, making you pregnant.

and you? you whimper in your sleep, enjoying how fake Jack places his hand between your legs, caressing your pussy while kissing your neck. It makes you rub unconsciously, enjoying it.

the real Jack takes one of his hands from your ass to bring it to your pussy, masturbating you with two of his fingers, running between your folds, playing with your still sensitive and swollen clit. He can feel his fluids dripping over his fingers, and you moan, moving as if you know what's happening, as if you know there are more people watching.

Quinn can't take his eyes off you, everyone can hear how hard and fast he pulls on his cock, thinking of so many things he could do to your body, without caring that you're his brother's girlfriend.

Luke decides to release his cock, big, veiny, and completely hard thanks to you, because of the wonderful view you're giving them.

your dream becomes more and more explicit, the fake Jack sliding his fingers so deep, while the real one rubs your clit faster and faster, moving his fingers in circles, slapping your pussy, making your juices squirt and wet everything.

you moan, moving faster and faster, more roughly, seeking your release, making Jack give you what you want, under the eyes of his brothers. And it's when you're about to cum that you wake up, dizzy, your vision blurred, your mind fogged, breathing heavily, your hole throbbing, your folds wet, and your boyfriend smiling.

you're confused, but you break into a moan when his fingers don't stop moving, torturing you. You say his name like a broken record, rubbing yourself against his bulge, your eyes fixed on him.

"Jack, i'm gonna..." your gasp interrupts you, and you rest your hands on his chest, moving faster and faster, your legs shaking. It was the best way to wake up.

it's then that he looks behind you and decides to speak, "come on, join us."

your eyes widen, but you can't straighten up because one of his hands is holding you still, pressed against his body. Then you feel a presence behind you, and warm, large hands grab your waist.

someone stands at the end of the couch, in front of your face, and when you look up, you find Luke, grinning, his cock out, almost touching your cheek.

"what?" you panic a little, wanting to back away, feeling so exposed, but they won't let you.

Jack's hands leave your body, and he begins to unbutton his pants, pulling them down with some difficulty, followed by his underwear. His cock is so hard and big.

it's then that you realize how lost you are, the compromising position, your dreams coming true, and you can't help but whimper, feeling like a whore, eager for his cocks, to be filled in every hole until you can't think of anything but sex.

you feel addicted, overwhelmed, your mind completely clouded, and you have no rational thought. You feel like you've been set up, but you can't even get angry about it.

refuse or let them use you? i think the answer is easier than you think.

one of your hands moves down to your boyfriend's cock, and your body rises slightly. You align his tip against your hole, which throbs, desperate to be filled. The hands on your waist force you down, sliding him into your tight walls until he bottoms out, drawing a moan from your throat.

your pussy was already sore, stretched, and you can feel it breaking again, making your poor walls ache. But at the same time, it's incredibly pleasurable, and you can't help but let whimpers escape your mouth.

Jack tries to move you, to get you used to it once more, knowing your body is still sore, but also knowing you need to cum, to release.

Quinn and Luke are patient, giving you time, but when you start moving on your own, jerking, making Jack's cock slide in faster and faster, they knew they could keep going.

Luke places his hand on your chin and forces you to look at him. Your neck aches, your eyes glassy, your lips reddish, and you see him, his big cock right in front of your face. You don't hesitate to open your mouth, ready for him, and he's quick slide in, slowly, inch by inch until you're choking. His tip touches so deep in your throat it makes you gag, and yet it doesn't come out, but instead begins to move. Your moans are dying now, vibrating against his skin.

your pussy welcomes your boyfriend eagerly, recognizing him, welcoming him home, molding to his size, suffocating him, your juices flying, and a ring of his old cum forming at its base.

Luke places one of his hands in your hair, and makes you swallow him deeper as he begins to move. You can feel it throbbing, how hot it is, and you try to calm the gags a little. You want to make him feel good. You wanna feel his cum going down your throat.

but someone's missing, waiting for you to feel comfortable, safe, calm. Someone waiting for your body to stop being tense, riding Jack's cock like it's the last time, while you swallow Luke's as if it's the last thing you could do.

Quinn was attentive, he waited, he analyzed, he let his cock reach its limit, and when the pain was unbearable, he decided he would use you.

and he won't be gentle, he won't be sweet.

you're a whore to them, so he's going to treat you like this.

with his hands, he spreads your ass cheeks. Your other hole is so tight, calling out to him. He knows you'll be so tight, that you'll take him so well. God, you're going to suffocate him. He'll never want to leave you again.

he adjusted himself, found a way to get comfortable, and then grabbed his cock, touching your hole with his tip. You almost panicked. You felt so full, so satisfied. You didn't think anything else could enter your body, but your mind was so foggy, your body so helpless. You couldn't say anything, just accept what was coming.

he began to slide in, sighing heavily, feeling the difference. You squeezed him so hard, it was hard to move, but he forced his way in, pushing his way in, expanding your walls brutally. And you screamed, moaning against Luke's cock, while you drool and fat tears fell down your cheeks, landing on Jack's face, who enjoyed it, feeling how you were even tighter now, so tense.

Quinn only gave you a couple of seconds, but then he started moving and it was rough, it was fast, making Jack's cock slide in faster than before. And you feel full, your holes aching, your throat strained. Your face is a mess, and your pussy is so soaked that juices are spurting out, staining everything.

your pussy is red, irritated, your ass is pink. You can't do anything, you can't control your movements, you just let them move, using you at their pace. You're like their doll, their toy.

they move faster, seeking their own release, and you're so lost in your sensations that you can't even warn them that the knot has formed inside you again, even stronger than before. Your legs spasm, your hands become fists, your belly aches and tingles, and when it happens, neither Quinn nor Jack can move, feeling you come.

from that moment on, you completely lose control, your jaw loosens, your body almost completely falling onto Jack's. You see colored dots, getting closer to losing consciousness, but you let them use you, let them continue. And you feel overstimulated, too full.

Luke is the first of the three to cum, filling your throat, making you choke, unable to breathe, just swallow and swallow. He tastes delicious to you, and when he removes his cock from your mouth, you unconsciously try to follow him, to get him back in you, which makes the three of them laugh at you.

he caresses your cheek, watching your eyes slowly close, and after locking eyes with Jack, he decides to place a small kiss on your lips, tasting his own flavor, making you whimper, receiving affection after a while.

with his kisses, he tries to distract you, to make you feel warm, but they're destroying you, giving you no rest, hammering inside you, as if they're competing to see who will leave you unable to walk. Like they're competing to own your body, and their egos are so big that they won't rest until they're done with that fight.

your clit rubs against Jack's body again and again, and when another knot forms inside you, you have to pull away from Luke's mouth, crying, begging them to have mercy, to stop for a moment. They pay no attention, and you reach your limit once more, closing your eyes tightly. Then they both cum inside you, at the same time, filling you with thick white strips, each claiming a hole, filling you so much.

you're swollen, irritated, and your vision so blurry and dark that you're not surprised when your entire body collapses, causing you to fall completely on top of Jack, battling between consciousness and unconsciousness, your breathing heavy, but feeling incredibly satisfied.

you've dreamed about this a thousand times since what happened, but you never thought you'd feel this good. You don't think you can stop after this. You need them like you need breathing.

can Jack learn to share long-term? you used to be just his girl, and he doesn't like the way Luke keeps looking at you with hearts in his eyes, while Quinn refuses to come out of you, challenging him with his gaze.

what did he do?

[hamsamohammad]

🚨Help save my DISABLED Grandmother and my family from Gaza

I am Hamsa Mohammad, a 24 years old Engineer, I just graduated when the war occurred ! My mother and I were very lucky and escaped 5 Months ago .. but we left our hearts in Gaza! We didn't mean to leave them behind .. we feel guilty every single day that we're safe while they're not ! We tried everything but couldn't collect the funds, my mother is a single mother and we are barely managing to cover our expenses and sending them as much as we can to help them survive in Gaza . Until a friend I met here in Cairo, told me that hopefully you will help us ! 🙏🙏🙏 Help Me Rescue my Family of 4 from Gaza : • MY 83 years old DISABLED GRANDMOTHER (ستي فوزية) right before this war she suffered from a broken pelvis and a broken left hand, and she cannot walk or even go to the bathroom. She also suffers from severe heart muscle weakness and needs many medications, diapers and a urinary catheter ,they can't even find or afford proper drugs and painkillers , everything is extremely expensive PLEASE WE NEED TO GET HER OUT ASAP !! • MY SISTER AND HER FAMILY - Lamis and her husband Malik (29 and 32 years old) They're both sick and suffer from Hepatitis type A.

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[disneyprincemuke]

you look like... * tlo

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver

word count: 1.7k

notes: i'M SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST POSTING IT BUT I PROMISE I'M STILL WRITING PRINCE LOGAN.. AND AAAALSO, THIS IS AN X READER FIC K? FELICITY AND THE NAME FLEUR IS ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY SO CAN U PLEASE

(series masterlist)

🚨 | FORMULA 1 BREAKING: Red Bull reserve driver signs to race for Red Bull in 2025.

max has to be honest: he hadn’t expected the team to take a gamble on a rookie to be in the second seat so soon. though if he were to admit to anybody, he’s incredibly impressed at the return on investment that felicity has brought about for the team.

she’s producing results, helping the team in the overall championship run for the year.

but he has a confession that he’s starting to feel guilty about, one that he hasn’t been brave enough to tell even his closest friends. he’s been avoiding felicity as much as he could, even when she’d only been their reserve driver.

that’s about a year and a half of an attempt to not get too close to the young driver at all. his conscience has been eating away at him, but he just could not get himself to be cordial and pretend outside of media commitments.

there is something about the young driver that tugs at his heartstrings.

felicity passes him in the back of the garage, tossing her helmet onto the countertop not too far from him. she tears her balaclava off as she mutters under her breath, “stupid. how could i be so damn stupid?”

she pays max no mind. she passes him and disappears into one of the private rooms in the back.

max tilts his head in curiosity. stupid?

he slowly trails behind her to where the girl resides. he peers over the doorframe, curious and slightly concerned. she paces back and forth in the room with a hand scratching the back of her neck.

she halts in the middle of the room for a moment, turned away from him. she whirls around and immediately catches his eye, making max flinch slightly. “can i help you with something?” she frowns, “i’m having a moment here. do you mind?”

max blinks. he steps away from where he hid behind the wall and leans against the door frame. “is there anything i can do to help you?”

“i really doubt you could help me,” she shakes her head and raises a hand politely. “i just wanna be alone right now. thank you, and please close the door on your way out.”

he slumps his shoulders, his stare boring into hers from across the room. it’s a look he’s seen before — in every single person in the sport at one point or another.

the rookie seems stuck, but he’s just not sure about what.

her results have been good for someone racing alongside him, which he could say is never the easiest spot to be in.

“if it’s about your practice time, don’t worry about it,” max hums, pressing his lips together to form a polite smile. “you know qualifying is always different from today. take it easy.”

truthfully, he isn’t expecting the young driver to confide in him at all. not when he’s been anything but cold and distant to her for a year and a half.

she narrows her eyes in a glare. “it’s not about the track. i’m not worried about that.”

max tilts his head again. “i’m sorry. i really wish i could help in any way.” he pats the wall and pushes himself off. “but i’ll be outside if you change your mind.”

she simply nods at him. “thanks.”

he closes the door behind him and takes a deep breath. wow, the new generation of drivers sure are not afraid to speak their minds.

though, some argue that he’d started that revolution in his younger years in the sport. it’s hard to debate against it when his friends could easily pull up evidence of his reckless and harsh words from what seems like forever ago.

there is something about the interaction with felicity that triggered something in his mind.

he takes a moment to have a seat, hand over where his heart is. beads of sweat start to form on his forehead when an image flashes right before his eyes and he’s faced with the annoying truth.

felicity reminds him too much of you.

at least when you were still around.

he isn’t left with his thoughts for too long. a figure towers over him, prompting him to look up with raised eyebrows.

“actually,” felicity starts softly. her hands are clasped in front of her as she purses her lips. “you knew fleur personally, didn’t you?”

max blinks. “i’m sorry, what?”

it isn’t like max has forbidden any mention of you to his face. it’s just that everyone simply knew better than to bring you up.

he knows everyone still tells the legend of how you disappeared, still whispering and conspiring reasons as to why you’d abruptly left all your fortune and fame. and arguably, in the middle of the peak of your career.

he always notices the stares thrown in his direction and the utter of your name.

it’s like he’d been part of your identity; your legacy. and it doesn’t help that he’s your literal ex-boyfriend.

“i’m sorry if i’m crossing a line. i’m sure you don’t wanna talk about your ex-girlfriend,” felicity sighs. she reaches back for a stray chair and pulls it beside max. she takes her seat and leans back, resting her head on the wall behind them. “i’ve just been thinking about her lately.”

max turns to look at her. “well, it seems that everyone thinks of her at some point. it’s like some urban legend some of the guys tell their rookies.”

she shakes her head. “not like that.”

“what do you mean then?”

felicity purses his lips before she moves her gaze to her car, swarmed by mechanics and engineers. “i understand it now — why she did what she did. leaving her fortune and fame for a little peace and quiet.”

max furrows his eyebrows. this is why he refuses to partake in conversations that speak of you at all.

nobody knows how you felt leading up to your disappearance.

hell, even he still doesn’t know what came over you to allude to simply run into hiding. it’s been years, and nobody can trace anything back to you.

your apartment in monaco had been sold way before your disappearance, your car’s title was transferred over to your sister, and your retirement was announced by mercedes shortly before the new season was set to start.

you hadn’t even said goodbye.

it doesn’t even help that you’re his literal ex-girlfriend.

max stands up and turns on his heel. “don’t talk about fleur to me at all. i’m not interested in your conspiracy theories as to why she disappeared.”

felicity scrambles to follow max into the paddocks, waving her hands in the air. “i’m not conspiring.”

“not interested, kid. there are plenty other people who used to know her personally too. go ask carlos or something. or, if you want, i can get you in touch with daniel.” he looks over his shoulder. “but not me.”

“i’m just saying that i get it–”

max halts and whirls around, towering over her. she takes a step back, lips pressed together with her head hung low. “i don’t care if you think you get it.”

she sucks in a deep breath, “i’m sorry.”

“you should be,” max mutters, whirling back around towards the redbull hospitality. “i don’t care if you think you understand why she did what she did. nobody does and i’m not the person you should be saying that to.”

felicity nods and takes another step back. “of course. i’m sorry i crossed a line,” she says softly. “i didn’t mean to piss you off. i just– well, i’m rethinking my place here in formula 1. i’m thinking of retiring for good at the end of the season and go back to school.”

max, for a moment, is washed over by clarity. he doesn’t speak of you much, or even think of you.

in front of him stands a girl, completely feeling like she doesn’t belong in the sport. it’s odd, because she’s in conversations of being his predecessor if he were to retire or leave the team. considering retiring is just absurd to him.

perhaps he’d been a bit harsh on the young driver. he just doesn’t allow himself to reminisce about you for too long.

he still misses you.

years ago, he’d wonder every day what drove you to a silent retirement. he knows that you would have sniped the championship from him at some point in the future.

he’d always been half the driver you were and he knew that.

some days, he would overthink himself into the thought that something bad had happened to you. at the end of the day, he drew the conclusion that you had just grown tired of the brutality of the sport and took off.

and as bitter as he is, it’s a decision he respects you for. personally, he could never leave this life of adrenaline.

there is not a day that goes by that he doesn’t regret not reaching out to you sooner. because maybe, just maybe, had he not been blind and stubborn, he would have been there for you enough to make you stay.

“oh.” max puts a hand on felicity’s shoulder and presses his lips together. “don’t make any rash decisions you’ll regret. this is a big step you’re thinking of making.”

he moves towards their team’s hospitality again.

felicity shrugs. “fleur did it. why can’t i?”

“i like to think it wasn’t just a decision she made overnight,” max shrugs with a small grin. “we used to joke that we’d retire eventually and live completely off the grid. maybe make some appearances here and there.”

felicity smiles, nodding as they enter the air-conditioned room. “do you still think about her?”

every waking moment. “sometimes.”

she tilts her head and looks up at him. “do you still love her?”

absolutely. max pats her back firmly. “don’t push your luck.”

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[astrolook]

The Astrology of Procrastination: Why You Can’t Get Anything Done 💤✨

Ever stared at your to-do list for hours only to do absolutely nothing? Or convinced yourself that "future me" will totally handle it (spoiler: they won’t)? Procrastination isn’t just a bad habit—some of us are literally built for it. (And by "some of us," I mean me, and maybe you too.)

If you’ve ever wondered why you can’t start (or finish) anything, let’s take a look at the planetary suspects. 🔍

🚨 The Most Guilty Placements: Serial Procrastinators

🐌 Mars in Pisces – You want to start, but then you get distracted by your own thoughts. Or a nap. Or a random existential crisis. Everything feels urgent, but somehow…nothing actually gets done. (Also, daydreaming is productive, right?)

🎢 Mars in Libra – You can’t decide where to start, so you just…don’t. Your energy is constantly swinging between overworking and zero effort. You’ll start when the vibes are right. (They never are.)

💤 12th House Stellium – Your best ideas arrive when you’re about to sleep, and then poof—they disappear. You’ll get things done eventually, but only after an extended period of spacing out and avoidance.

🐢 Saturn in the 6th House – You want to be productive, but perfectionism slows you down. If it’s not done right, it won’t be done at all. You might be the type to spend three hours planning and zero minutes actually working.

🔄 Mutable Sign Overload (Gemini, Virgo, Sag, Pisces) – You start everything and finish nothing. Half-written emails? Check. Unfinished creative projects? Check. Three different hobbies started last week? Also check.

📅 Venus in the 10th House – You’re productive when you feel like it. If the work isn’t aesthetic, enjoyable, or mildly dramatic, it’s getting pushed to tomorrow. (Or next week. Or never.)

🛑 Neptune Conjunct Mars – Action? Who is she? You might think about starting, but then you blink, and six hours have passed. Your energy dissolves the second you try to focus. (Procrastination level: daydreaming about work instead of doing it.)

🤡 Moon in Sagittarius – You will do it…right after you book a trip, go outside, or scroll TikTok for three hours. The second something feels restricting, you mentally check out. (Deadlines are just suggestions, right?)

🛠️ So, How Do You Fix It?

Fire sign Mars? Trick yourself into racing the clock. Set a 10-minute timer and make it a game.

Venus-heavy chart? Romanticize productivity. Light a candle. Make a cute checklist. Reward yourself.

Mutable placements? Keep a short to-do list. No, shorter than that.

12th House/Mars-Neptune? Work in spurts, not long hauls. Schedule when you’ll work, or you’ll never do it.

Saturn in the 6th? Done is better than perfect. Repeat after me.

TL;DR: Your Birth Chart Might Be The Reason You’re Chronically Behind

But hey, it’s not your fault—blame the planets. 😉 Need a cosmic strategy to actually get things done? Message me for a complete astrology reading, and let’s break your procrastination cycle once and for all. ✨📅

[twstedfreak]

����♡𓆪 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓆩♡𓆪

↳ sorcerers, curses, and emotionally unavailable men and women—welcome.

✧ Fics are organized by character! Click on a name to jump to their section. ✧ Comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

╭₊˚๑𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐒﹕☁️₊˚੭ 

💙 Gojo Satoru | Strongest sorcerer, strongest menace 🖤 Geto Suguru | Monkey hater, but you’re an exception 💼 Nanami Kento | Overtime king, 10/10 husband material ⚖️ Hiromi Higuruma | Your honor, he’s guilty of being fine 🐍 Utahime Iori | Tired of Gojo’s BS, deserves a raise 🚬 Fushiguro Toji | deadbeat but in a hot way 💀 Shoko Ieiri | Drinks instead of fixing her problems (relatable) the only normal person in this series

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒⠀.

🐺 Fushiguro Megumi | Emotionally constipated, dog dad energy 🐶 Itadori Yuji | Golden retriever with a death sentence 🔨 Kugisaki Nobara | Girlboss, will beat you with a hammer 🍣 Inumaki Toge | "Salmon." (Translates to: I love you?) 🕶️ Maki Zenin | Girlboss with a vengeance, zero patience 🎯 Mai Zenin | Twin issues, but still iconic 💪 Aoi Todo | "What's your type?" 🔮 Yuta Okkotsu | Cursed to be that powerful AND that pretty

♱༺𓆩 ꒰ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 ꒱ 𓆪༻♱

🎭 Sukuna Ryomen | Curse king, ego bigger than his domain 🍡 Choso Kamo | Deadly with a Blood Manipulation technique, even deadlier with those bedroom eyes.

💫 — Comment if you want to be added to the taglist! 💫       ↳ “The world isn’t kind to sorcerers, but maybe love is.”

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[rachelcommitscrimes]

So then 🤣 I'm guilty 🚨🚨 as charged 🚓. I'm a lying 🤥 manipulative 😈 scumbaggy 😜 piece of shit 💩. Is that what you all 🧍🧍‍♀️ wanted to hear 🙏👂? You were right ✅✅✅. I'm a good for nothing 👌🚫 liar 🤥. But I call those lies 🤥 "motivational speeches" 📢 and everyone eats 🍽️ it 🆙

[enhypendata]

[kepler-collective]

🚨 Do's and Don'ts of asking for help on Tumblr 🚨

First of all, you chose the wrong website. None of us are privileged or wealthy. The most you'll usually get from an average Tumblerian is 10 dollars. Always remember that Tumblr is full of young adults and teenagers who are struggling with their own lives, NOT millionaires with an unlimited supply of money. Avoid pressuring people to donate or making them feel guilty if they can't or don't want to.

Do not overexcessively use emojis. Bots have been doing this since the dawn of time and it's what most people look out for.

Don't spam mentions. @ing hundreds of people in your post is annoying. You won't gain sympathy from anyone this way.

Another Tumblr blog "verifying" you is NOT and will NEVER BE valid. You need to validate yourself by offering evidence to support your claims. This could include photos, documentation, or links to relevant resources. Other Tumblr blogs are NOT qualified enough to verify that you are someone in need of genuine help.

Read people's bios/pinneds before sending an ask. Look out for stuff that says something like "do not send donation requests" or "do not ask for donations". This means that the person you're asking for help from will ignore your request completely and/or block you. This does NOT make them a bad person. Every person has the right to their own money.

Tag your posts appropriately. That way, people who want to find you will and people who don't want to find you won't. Use relevant tags to reach people who are most likely interested in donating to your cause.

While it's natural to express your emotions, avoid using overly dramatic or manipulative tactics to elicit sympathy. This can only make your situation worse and destroy your reputation. Overly dramatic posts can turn away potential donations, so be honest and transparent about your situation.

Don't neglect security. Posting your personal information online is DANGEROUS. I understand you're frustrated, but please don't take drastic measures, such as sharing your exact location, to make a point.

Consider the timing of your donation requests. Posting during peak Tumblr activity hours can increase visibility.

Be prepared to answer questions. People will ask questions in order to understand your situation better or to verify if you're a legitimate cause before donating. Be friendly, respectful, and honest.

Stay safe out there! Although not physically, we're with you in heart! ❤️🖤🤍💚

A tip for donaters:

Keep in mind that scammers will often use emotional manipulation to lure you in. Gaza scam bots are more common than real victims here on Tumblr, so always make sure you're donating to an honest source. I recommend donating to charities instead, if you can.

[delreymangione]

🚨REMINDER🚨

Be careful with the words you use when support Luigi Mangione.

Your words matter. The way you speak will influence the public’s judgment and potential future jurors.

Luigi Mangione is innocent until proven guilty.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

CONFIDENTIAL — CORUSCANT GUARD INTERNAL REPORT, VOL. II

Document Title: Post-Policy Flirtation Infractions Against Civilian Zee (Anti-Flirt Policy Breaches)

Filed by: Marshal Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard

Security Level: HIGHER THAN THE LAST ONE (If you’re reading this and your name isn’t Fox or possibly Wolffe, get out.)

Note: The Anti-Flirt Policy 12.4.7b was officially enacted after Fives declared, “I’m just a clone, standing in front of a civvie, asking her to love me.”

The building fell into chaos.

I had no choice.

These are the violations since then.

I am compiling this for the safety of our unit. Not because I enjoy suffering. Or because Rex laughed so hard he dropped his datapad.

🚨 Violation Report: Ongoing Offenses Against Policy 12.4.7b 🚨

1. CT-5555 “Fives” — 29 Violations and Counting

Direct Violation #1: “You’re violating my heart, beautiful. Let’s be criminals together.”

Indirect Violation #6: Slid a note under her door: ‘This building isn’t big enough for how much I love you.’

Passive-Aggressive Protest #13: Wore a “Ban Fox, Not Flirting” shirt to community movie night. (Filled as a personal attack on my person)

Subtle Flirt #18: Said, “Nice socks, sweetheart,” with criminal smolder.

Punishment Attempted: Assigned to mop the stairwell alone. Whistled love songs the whole time. Claimed “The mop understands me.”

2. CT-5385 “Tup” — 7 Violations

Emotional Ambush #2: Walked up to Zee, clutched her hand, whispered “You’re the softest thing in a world of war.”

Face Weaponization #4: Puppy eyes followed by “Do you like my new shirt? You picked it.”

Strategic Nap Cuddle #6: Fell asleep on her shoulder. Was definitely not sleeping.

Team Notes: No one can stop him. We have tried. Even Fox blinked once and lost a round.

3. CT-5597 “Jesse” — 5 Violations

Shower Compliment #1: Told Zee her shampoo smells like “a better life I wasn’t programmed to have.”

Pun Not Pun #3: “You know what else is regulation, gorgeous? My love for you.”

Shoulder Flex Offense #5: Purposely lifted a box, flexed, looked over his shoulder and said, “This one’s for you.”

4. CT-6116 “Kix” — 3 Violations

Flirt Masquerading as Medical Advice #1: “Heart rate elevated. Might be because you’re here.”

Suspicious Bandage Incident #2: Wrapped her hand unnecessarily, said “Can’t let beauty go unguarded.”

‘Purely Clinical’ #3: Made her tea and said, “For the most important patient I have.”

Fox’s Note: Kix. Stop using “it’s for her health” as an excuse. I see through you.

5. CC-2224 “Cody” — 2 Infractions

Doorframe Lean #1: Caught leaning against the doorway with arms crossed. Smirked. Said nothing.

(But that smirk was illegal. Lethal Charm Level: Commander)

6. CT-1409 “Echo” — 2 Violations

Soft-Tech Flirt #1: Gave her a modified datapad with the message “for the cleverest girl I know” coded into the boot-up.

Nose Touch #2: She booped his nose. He smiled. She blushed.

Both guilty.

7. CT-4860 “Boost” — 1 Violation

Formal Violation #1: Saluted Zee and said, “For you, ner kar’ta.” (Mando’a: my heart)

That was blatantly romantic. Boost claimed it was “cultural.” Nice try, Sergeant Smooth.

8. CC-3636 “Wolffe” — 1 Suspected Violation

Suspicious Caf Delivery: Zee’s caf had a sticky note: “Drink it. Or else.”

…she blushed.

I think it counts. Wolffe glared and said, “You gonna write that down, snitch?”

Yes. Yes I am.

9. CC-1010 “Fox” — 0 Violations

Still undefeated.

Does not flirt.

Does not waver.

Except I might have smiled once.

Unconfirmed.

🔍 BONUS FILE: “Things Fox Has Now Banned”

Serenades

Confessions in hallway echoes

Shirtless push-ups outside Zee’s door

Fives’ poetry corner (quote: “Every stanza was a violation of peace.”)

Custom mugs that say “Zee’s Favorite Clone”

Unauthorized scented candles

Shakespeare

[softsunnyy]

Ok ..I feel like I can be a whore here so I’m going to. jack fucking you in front of his brothers. No shame, just letting them watch.

here we can all be whores, don't be afraid to ask for whatever u want 🫶🏻

i may or may not have gone a little further, and maybe... they didn't just watch

🚨 sex in front of his brothers, use of the word whore, he lets his brothers have some action. Swallowing cum. Cumming inside you. Undressing in front of more than one man. Denying you the power to cum. Just a lot of sex without a plot. Let me know if you want a part 2 🚨

as always, poorly written

Jack honestly doesn't care, not enough. Not when you're wearing those clothes and looking at him with those eyes. He wants to take you, fuck you until he's bored, until he's dry.

and sometimes you gotta do it where you gotta do it. Even if it's on the couch in the house, in front of his brothers.

Jack started by touching your bare leg, moving up until he bumped into the hem of your (his) shirt. He knows that you're only wearing your panties and bra, as if his brothers weren't home, as if you didn't know that every time you bend over, everyone in that house takes the opportunity to look at you.

his hand touches you over your underwear, and you look up at him quickly, your eyes widening, filled with panic, and your mouth falling open, as if you wanted to say something but couldn't. That's when he takes advantage, touching you, his gaze fixed on the tv. They still hadn't realized.

it's when his fingers move your panties to the side, rubbing your clit, that your gasps become a little louder, more noticeable. You try to close your legs, but one look from him is enough to make you regret it, opening them again for him.

your arousal began to soak his hand, making it move more smoothly, allowing him to travel between your folds until he could reach your hole.

"is he gonna do it?" you wondered, and your eyes traveled to Quinn and Luke, making eye contact with the older man, who then looked down at your legs, letting you know that yes, at least he's noticed.

Jack noticed you weren't looking at him anymore, and after seeing that interaction between you and his brother, he decided to insert two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing them as deep as the position allowed, drawing a moan from you that finally broke the barrier, catching Luke's attention. Luke shifted for a moment, kinda nervous in his seat, trying not to look, but failing in the face of his needs.

Jack began to move his hand, stretching your tight walls, pushing in, making you arch your back, trying once more to close your legs, feeling his fingers touch deep inside you, as always, creating a pool of your fluids, and making your cheeks turn red knowing you're being watched, knowing your moans are being heard by someone other than just your boyfriend.

and you feel guilty, because you like it, because you can't help but notice the way Quinn starts rubbing his cock covered by his sweatpants, or the way Luke licks his lips and places a hand over the bulge starting to form. What they were watching on tv is quickly forgotten. It was far less entertaining than the show that's happening now.

Jack knows how to move, which spaces to touch inside you to have you whimpering, wanting, eager, and that's exactly what he's doing, feeling your walls begin to squeeze him a little tighter, and your legs shaking against his hand, letting him know you're close. Then he stops. He pulls his fingers out of you, and you look up at him with a pout, whimpering his name, begging him to let you cum, but he won't budge, and instead forces you to stand up.

"take off your shirt. I'm pretty sure you love being seen as a whore," was what he said, and you stood up, trying to ignore the stares, feeling your face completely red and on fire. Your hands slowly removed his shirt, revealing your covered tits and your body marked by old and new bites that Jack has left on you, creating bruises, some grotesque, but which managed to turn on his brothers even more.

it feels forbidden, wrong. They're watching their brother's girlfriend strip in front of them, eager to be taken by a big cock that can destroy her body. The thought alone drives them wild, and Jack knows it.

"come on, give them a show," he ordered this time, and this time you didn't hesitate, taking off your bra, showing them your beautiful tits, then following with your panties, showing them the stain of your arousal. Jack grabbed your panties and threw them to Luke, who didn't hesitate to smell them, even licking the wet patch, all the while staring at you. And you could only watch him back, feeling how that action made you even wetter.

you feel like a whore, desired by more men, leaving your body at the disposal of your boyfriend and his brothers. You never thought it would happen, but you don't care, it doesn't bother you, it makes you feel good.

Jack puts his hands on your waist and moves you, making you return to the couch, face down and ass up. Luke from his position will be able to see the action happening in your pussy, but Quinn? Quinn will be able to see your face, the way you're going to moan and cry because of how well you're going to be fucked, and the thought alone makes him act, taking his cock out of his pants, showing it to you, letting you see his long cock, standing proud, veiny, with its tip swollen as if it were ready to release its cum.

it doesn't take long for Jack to strip off his pants and underwear, positioning himself behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole, pushing his way between your folds, making you gasp, trying to move back so you can feel him closer. He teases, laughs at your desperation, and decides to play with you a little more, moving away from your body just a little, enough so Luke can get an even better look.

"see that? her pussy's drooling, she's soaked," he described for him, using his tip to slap your clit. "She loves it when i do that, because it hurts, and she loves feeling it." This time he looks at Quinn, who's slowly masturbating his cock, looking into your eyes, making you feel embarrassed, on display.

Jack rubs himself a little more, almost exhausting everyone's patience, until he decides to make his way into your gummy walls in one movement, coming deep inside you, making your mouth open and your eyes close, moaning deliciously, making Quinn close his eyes for a few seconds, squeezing his cock a little harder before looking back at you. Luke took his cock out of his pants, wrapping your underwear around it, feeling your fluids slightly wet his dick, which made him whine.

when Jack started moving, he started gently, showing his brother the way your pussy swallows his cock inch by inch, and the way his cock pops out of you glistening with your arousal, with how wet you are and how well you receive him. But then he started moving, hard, direct, making your throat tear with loud, noisy, desperate moans. Your hands gripping the couch, your knees burning from the friction against the fabric, your ass stinging from the way his body slams against yours.

the place smells of you, of sex, and it's so strong that all four of you are dizzy, acting almost on instinct, wild. Your inner thighs are wet, and the sound of his cock going inside of you, colliding with your fluids, makes an obscene noise that accompanies the sound of Quinn and Luke now jerking their cocks fast and hard.

and you feel yourself wanting to cum, but you don't know whether to warn Jack. But oh, he knows, he knows you, and he starts moving faster, more desperately, more intensely. Quinn enjoys watching your face transform, moaning so loudly he knows your throat will hurt later. And Luke? Luke longs to taste the way your walls can suffocate a cock, swallowing it whole.

"Jack... Jack! i'm gonna... please," you begged, so desperately that tears started to stream down your cheeks.

this time he gave in, letting you cum, squeezing his cock so hard he could barely move, but he did it anyway, overstimulating you, ignoring your crying, your sobs, and the way your legs wanted to buckle and give up. His hands held you still, and he kept moving until he came, filling you with his cum and slapping your ass.

you feel full, content, satisfied, and you think it's over. Until you see Jack look at his brothers before pulling out of you. A bit of his cum coming out of your pussy.

that's when Quinn and Luke get up from their seats. Quinn walks up to you, placing himself in front of your mouth, and you unconsciously open it, sticking out your tongue, letting him cum there, filling your mouth with thick, white cum, which you swallow, happy, like a good whore. Behind you, Luke is even bolder, taking advantage of your distraction, thrusting the tip of his cock inside you, unloading his cum against your walls, which were already holding your boyfriend's cum. This made you moan once more, feeling more and more fluids inside you.

Jack watched proudly.

but believe me, this isn't the end... or is it?