#and she’s like ‘is partnership like a marriage 🥺🥺’ and ‘when will I be your partner 🥺’

[yodeleyewho]

(gang I double posted, so just check the OG video in the Vice tag)

Watched “Gillian” today and the scene with Starsky and Gillian made me I think of the dinner scene of MV’s “Nobody Lives Forever” (go watch Gillian cuz tumblr isn’t letting me put the scene up)… except.. tubbs and brenda are absolutely horrible to each other…

[martian-astro]

Atmakaraka series - Part 7

Atmakaraka is the planet with the highest degree in the birth chart.

Short note : atmakaraka can give good or bad results depending on the strength of the atmakaraka planet.

Atmakaraka in 7th house :-

The person will have to listen to or take care of their spouse. Your boss and coworkers can hurt your ego. You can also get a spouse who is very demanding. It is your responsibility to fulfill the demands of the people with whom you work with.

Sun atmakaraka in 7th house - you are someone who has a HUGE ego and you think that you're better than everyone else, and for thinking that, you will be humbled again and again. I know 2-3 people with this placement and they are always the first ones to say something like "I personally don't think I'm arrogant🥺", like OF COURSE YOU DON'T, and it's so funny because people just stare at them after they say that with the, "are you being serious right now 😐" face. There are gonna be times when you feel very helpless, when you realise that respect is earned not given. And its going to HURT SO BAD, but it's important. This placement also indicates that your spouse can be someone who constantly picks fights with you and makes you feel very frustrated, but if your moon is well aspected in your tropical chart then it will be easier for you to deal with those fights. If you have mars in conjunction with sun, then I seriously recommend you to meditate.

Moon atmakaraka in 7th house - if the moon is afflicted, then you are someone who merges into the other person when in a relationship, and you need to create your own identity. You need to learn how to be in a relationship and be your own person at the same time. I knew a girl with this placement and she was insufferable, like the type to CONSTANTLY say "my boyfriend" and cancel plans with you just to meet up with him. They cannot deal with breakups, I have also noticed that a lot of people with this placement choose to stay in a toxic relationship rather than leave, this is because they are very afraid of being alone. You are also someone who is afraid of confrontations. Please know that confrontation does not mean conflict.

Mercury atmakaraka in 7th house - if mercury is well aspected and strong, then you are someone who is very good at communicating with others, especially when negotiating a deal. I know a person with this placement and she is someone who will convince the other person that a deal is good for them, but in reality, the deal is only good for her. Even In her tropical chart, mercury is making a lot of sextiles and they are all applying so that helps as well. Your spouse can be intelligent, youthful, witty, and communicative or someone who lies a lot and is mentally weak, depends on the strength of the planet. Similarly, your bosses can either like you because of your communication skills or think that you are someone who always acts like a know it all.

Venus atmakaraka in 7th house - if you are a girl with this placement I KNOW that you talk in a baby voice in front of guys, don't even try to deny it 😭, I have seen this WAY TOO MANY times, I don't care what anyone says, it's the absolute truth. if venus is not afflicted, then you are an extrovert who loves socializing and forming new connections. They are the type of people that companies send to parties to bring in more clients, if mercury charms clients with their intelligence, then they charm clients with their beauty. Your marriage partner can be beautiful and creative. You can also be attracted to conventionally attractive people, because you want to be known as the "good looking couple."

Mars atmakaraka in 7th house - this placement is not considered to be that good when it comes to marriages or business partnerships, but the position of mars in d9 and d10 can help. You are very competitive and always want to win, you need to understand that not everyone is trying to attack you, so please stop being so defensive all the time. Learn to listen to other people. This is another placement that seriously needs to meditate. You often say offensive things to your partner when angry, and then when they try to talk to you about it, you deny it. This can break your relationships. This placement becomes better if jupiter is in 1st house, because then, even if you fight with your partner, you admit your mistakes and are able to resolve the situation.

Jupiter atmakaraka in 7th house - you can get very good business partners or bosses, they help you in your career and can give you really good advice regarding how to deal with other people. You can get a spouse who is intelligent and spiritual. They can get lucky after marriage. I have also noticed that many people with this placement (men and women) become very calm and gentle after marriage, even if they were previously the type to get angry at little things. I know a woman with this placement and when she was young she used to get into a lot of fights and she just used to be a very angry child (according to my mom) and then she got married and her husband is so soft spoken and so sweet, and one day, she basically calls my mom and says, "I don't even feel like shouting at him, because he's so sweet to me all the time, I try not to get angry because I feel guilty when he has to deal with an angry me", and I was really surprised to hear this because I know the present her and this woman is so kind and sweet.

Saturn atmakaraka in 7th house - you are someone who doesn't like working with other people, the type to intentionally do all the work in a group project just because you don't like how other people work, you hate doing it all by yourself but what you hate even more is to explain other people what to do step-by-step. You can have a late marriage or your partner can be older than you or just more mature. You know that maintaining a marriage requires a lot of hard work and you are willing to do the work. Now, you need to do the same thing in your work life as well, you need to understand that people cannot read your mind and that if you tell them what to do then your work will become a 1000 times easier. I feel like a lot of people with this find it easier to deal with marriage problems than work problems.

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[ill-skillsgard]

Cool, Can I request a bill (aka roman godfrey) x reader, they got married through arranged marriage he doesn’t like her at first, but she keeps trying to seduce him and be like “let’s consummate our marriage”, and like whisper dirty shit into his ear while they’re not alone or whatever, so he has to put her wrongdoings to an end (smutty smut) we’re all thirsty…so yeah feel free to change the plot, and I hope you recover soon beautiful ❤️Thank u in advance.🥺 I suck at explaining tho..haha

Hello, doll. Thanks for the request! I'm feeling much better now, but I thank you for your kind words ❤️ +

For the first three weeks since the elopement, Roman regarded her as an inconvenience, a bail term with an attractive value, not a woman with emotions. She came with bank accounts, liquid stock, high-profile status, a life preserver for the company his father had built that he had subsequently driven to near ruin. The marriage was simply that—a way to dig Godfrey Industries out of financial turmoil. Nothing more.

Roman never considered marriage. No matter how clean-cut, financially stable and attractive, nobody could ever tempt Roman into joining his assets. There were too many people, and the prospect of being with but one of them forever was ludicrous. Yet, he had found himself shackled all the same.

She was quiet at first and stayed out of his way. This, Roman accepted. They had separate rooms and separate lives, and that's how Roman intended it to remain. But they were bound to cross paths at some point, and when he found himself occupying the same space as his new wife, he did his best to act like she wasn't there. And she accepted this behaviour at first, knowing Roman Godfrey hadn't requested her presence in his life, and in fact, made it clear he wished for quite the opposite.

She made the best of it.

Until he had to make requests, she stayed out of his way, and when he finally came to her with his hands open, she wielded a type of power of which he had no command.

"If you need the money, well, you'll have to make an honest woman out of me," she said.

Roman sneered. "Never fucking mind then."

He stormed out of her office, annexed in the most unused wing of the house. She smiled in his fresh absence, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. She knew he'd be back.

A week went by, and Roman's deadline approached fast. He needed to pour a million into a project to help Godfrey Industries progress, a classic case of having to spend money to make money. Without access to her funds, Roman had no hope of seeing the project to completion. He returned to her with new terms.

"Look, the reason why we married was to keep this business alive—a business that's now forty-nine percent yours. If you have any sense, you'll write me a check and spare me the attempts at seduction."

"If you have any sense, you'll treat me like a wife instead of acting like a snivelling money-grubbing worm. You're Roman Godfrey, are you not?"

"Yes."

"Then fucking act like it."

"This is a partnership, not a romance. Don't get it twisted. If I fuck you, your emotions will get the best of you. We should keep this professional since we both know neither of us like each other," said Roman.

"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Godfrey. I like you a great deal. Otherwise, why would I volunteer to help your failing little business?"

"So far, you haven't helped with shit."

"You haven't held up your end of the deal."

"Am I your husband or a prostitute? You want to pay me to fuck you, is that it?"

"What other use do you have? Because it's certainly not being a provider. As far as I can see, you're a bankrupt cock on legs. You should be kissing my feet."

"Fuck you!" Roman said.

"There's the attitude that's gotten you so far in this business. Let me know how that works out for you."

With his pride coming apart piece by piece, Roman left again to throw a fit in private. He couldn't let her see him clench his fists, grind his teeth and put holes in the walls. Doing so would only solidify her superiority over him, which was already glaringly apparent.

Roman lied to his partners; told them he had the money ready. He let the facade go on until he and his new wife were invited to a dinner party. She had intercepted the invitation first and made a game out of dressing up in her finest gown and choosing a suit for Roman. Despite his displeasure, he hoped playing along with her little amusements would give him another opening to ask for the money or for their partners to bring up the subject, obligating her to cough up the finances in question.

And the dinner was a hit...For her. She was charming and elegant, and the partners and their wives all fawned over her. They barely paid any attention to Roman, who was only three cocktails deep in a silent depression and missing the questions aimed at him. Once in a while, she would lean over and whisper how great he looked in his ear and that he should smile more for their friends. Roman ignored her, inched his chair away, and pushed her hand off his thigh. She expected him to drink much more, and by the end of the night, after a round of dark chocolate pavlova, Roman was almost entirely sober.

They left the restaurant, Roman walking next to her without a peep of displeasure as she regaled him with plans for the future that had yet to reach the budding stage. This drove him to the breaking point—her smugness and presumptions, her audacity and ability to make others fall in love with her—and he grabbed her arm, pushing her against the brick wall at the side of the building.

"You're way too cocky for your own good," Roman said, his bulk squeezing the air from her chest.

"Some might say the same about you."

"Well, I'm saying it now. You made me look like a fool."

"You did that yourself. What's your problem, anyway? Does my prowess hurt your little ego? Can't stand that people like me more than you?"

In the dimness of the night, her wide eyes caught the full moon and badgered him. The diamonds dangling from her ears and neck—jewelry she had purchased herself—reminded him of all his inadequacies. In truth, Roman hated how effortless she was, that her life had come so painlessly into place while he had suffered the humiliation of financial tabloids tearing him apart and praising her. He hated that the best part of him was now a woman he barely knew. She shifted her hand between them and felt around for his partial hardness.

"Am I ugly to you, Roman?"

"No. And don't ask stupid questions. You know you're not ugly."

"Then why won't you fuck me?"

"Because I'm not ready to admit I failed."

"You didn't fail. Not yet. But, if you chase me away, you might get a taste of that failure looming over your head."

Roman touched her neck, thumb sliding up and down the column of her throat. "Maybe you're right."

"I can make your life easy if you let me."

Roman lifted her leg without another word, parting the thigh-high slit of her gown to introduce a full hardness. He gave his permission, and she wrestled open his belt to pull his length from its confines.

"I didn't wear panties," she whispered. "I had a feeling you'd come around tonight."

"Don't you just know everything?"

She giggled and petered off into a moan as Roman brushed two fingers between her legs. Velvety wetness greeted him, and he pursued it farther, parting her folds and tucking his middle finger inside of her.

"This what you want?"

"Yes, Mr. Godfrey. All I need is your cock, then I'll have everything a girl could ever dream of."

Roman wheeled her toward the car and shoved her into the backseat. He climbed over her, shut the door, and pulled her shoulders free of the straps, exposing her breasts while she shimmied her skirt up. When Roman eased inside of her, his mind finally stopped dinning with anxieties and self-doubt. For the first time in a while, he felt like himself again. Inside of a beautiful woman, Roman felt safe. And though he'd never vocalize this fact, he languished in the security.

"Fuck, that's good," Roman muttered, slamming his hips forward, drawing back, and slamming forth again.

"I wish you hadn't waited so long."

"I know. I'm an idiot."

She pulled him in and kissed his lips. "Stop it. Don't talk like that."

"How would you like me to talk then?"

"Show me what Roman Godfrey's really made of."

"Yeah? You sure about that?"

"Fuck me like one of your whores."

"No," said Roman. "I'm done with that. I have a wife now."

"Do it all the same."

"Trust me... You don't want that."

Roman pulled out, grasped the base of his cock and bounced it off her clit until she begged for penetration. Like all things in life, she reached for what she wanted and angled him back inside.

"Who knew you could fix everything with your cock?" She quipped.

Their breath and mounting body heat made Roman perspire. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then continued thrusting, musing a little about how right she was. The car tottered back and forth, and the longer he fucked her, the higher-pitched her moans became. Others left the restaurant, noticed the black luxury car rocking, and avoided the space. Roman loved their looks of disgust and sped his motions to an assaulting velocity.

"Roman, oh my god!"

"Shut up, whore."

"Oh, I like it when you bad-mouth me like that."

"Yeah, 'cause you're a fucking slut. Greedy whore with a greedy little cunt."

The insult drove her to toy between her legs, and Roman shivered from the sight. It pushed him to the edge, and with one more moan, he spilled inside of her until it leaked out all over the leather seats and her delicate dress. When she reached down to swipe up their fluid and brought it to her lips, Roman spurted once more, and somehow his hardness didn't recede. He needed another round.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'm not done with you yet."

[yodeleyewho]

Watched “Gillian” today and the scene with Starsky and Gillian made me I think of the scene from MV’s “Nobody Lives Forever” (skip to 3:30 if you’ve already seen the first one)

…. except for the fact that Tubbs and Brenda are just absolutely horrible to each other 😭