#the money will come back to me 🤷🏾‍♀️

[heejayy]

Soft Life!

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Pairing: Gojo x black reader

A/n: this was highly influenced by the influx of soft black girl aesthetic. There’s a little rant at the end, don’t mind me.

Some may label you a gold digger, claiming you're with him for his money, and others may claim you've played life smart, but one thing is certain: being Gojo's wife was the easiest thing you've ever done; this man asks for nothing and gives you anything you want.

You met Gojo as a college student working a part-time job. Going to school and juggling job was challenging, but you made do with what you had. He liked your dedication and hard work, and he found your independence attractive. But if you were to stay with him, no woman would spend her life working when he could easily provide and care for her.

Gojo is a man that doesn’t ask you for a thing he’s just a giver. He makes you feel secure in every aspect of life, but if you decide you want to do something on your own, he’s ten toes behind you.

In your free time you love staying home and looking online for new treats to make your husband when he’s away at work. You’ve had so much free time you started making videos for your social media accounts and they blew up overnight.

People love watching your get ready with me’s, you going shopping, cooking, working out, couple's trips, makeup routines, anything you post they love.

Besides your social media activities not having to work every day really opened your schedule, instead of being too tired to do anything after coming home you have time for all your favorite hobbies plus more. Reading, yoga, gardening, painting, knitting, hell sometimes all you do is lounge around and take bubble baths. (Gojo loves coming home to a happy and well rested wife.)

But with the positive comes the negative, the ones who don’t like you or is very jealous of your lifestyle love to call you a pretty dumb housewife who has nothing better to do. Someone who’s thrown her life and career away to cater to a man but in reality, that same man caters to you. Do people think you’d take care of a man who does nothing for you?

In your opinion you love who you’ve become as a woman and a wife, you’ve never been happier even Gojo sees it.

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Side note this is a little bit on the serious side: Although this is for my black girlies, all the girlies can read 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not sure if it's just me, but I've grown tired of the 'Strong Black Woman' trend. Now, don't get me wrong, I like strong independent women because that's how I was taught, but being perceived as overly independent makes black women appear as if we don't need anyone and can do everything on our own, which is how people treat us. Like babes…we are human with emotions. They will go help and praise a non-woman of color before helping us. It's quite harmful; they already treat and compare us to men. And when a black girl tries to break out from that image, she is dragged back down, which is disgusting.

You don’t have to be rich to be in your soft era! Put yourself first, be kind to yourself, don’t let anyone tear you down, you are worthy of love, the things you can’t control don’t let it stress you out, pray and read the Bible more (if you’re religious), let go of negative people, ITS OKAY TO ACCEPT HELP, it’s okay to be quiet or confident which ever one fits you, prioritize peace, just be you don’t change or try to fit in.

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Chapter Seventeen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

A/N: Tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

“Actions are so honest, aren’t they?” This comes from Satoru, and she looks back at him, her expression quizzical. “You aren’t saying much of anything with your words, and yet you’re still speaking,” he points out. She’s still in his lap, his hands on her hips, and he’s using his thumbs to trace little circles there, through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Take this dress, for instance,” he goes on. “Sure, the color compliments your skin… but let’s be honest. There aren’t many colors that don’t compliment your skin. You would’ve looked just as nice wearing the red one, or the green one, or even that black one with the lace around the bottom. But you chose the one that matches my eyes. Why is that, Lia?”

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Chapter Seventeen: X-Rays

It is the first time Satoru has ever kissed her. 

In the dim lighting of a packed club, with Suguru’s grounding presence firmly at her back, his arms around her waist holding her close. 

Here in this hot, crowded room, where the EDM bass is so loud it feels like it’s pumping through her veins… with Satoru’s hands on her hips and his tongue in her mouth and half a dozen pairs of sharp, jealous eyes watching it happen. 

He kisses her like he means it. It steals her breath and scrapes every coherent thought out of her head, replaces the music in her veins with blood that pumps hot and fast, takes all the strength out of her legs and makes her feel she’ll either float or fall. 

It’s deep and messy, and when he pulls back to let her breathe again, he can’t tell if the shine on her lips is from his mouth or hers. 

He finds he doesn’t particularly care; either way, he likes the way it looks. 

“Satoru,” Suguru murmurs reproachfully. “You know better. This is a public place.”

He meets the other man’s eyes over the top of Lia’s head, a smirk twitching at his lips. “You heard her - that woman won’t stop staring. I figured she must think she’s watching a show and I just wanted to give her something worth watching.”

Suguru is not impressed. “You didn’t even ask her if it was okay,” he points out. 

Satoru peers down at Lia. “Can I kiss you?” 

His belated question and the way he looks as he phrases it makes her laugh, even as the tiny flame of desire in the pit of her stomach grows bigger and bigger, fanned by the oxygen of his kiss. 

“Yes,” she answers around her laughter, looking up at him. “You can kiss me---”

“See?” His tone is almost gloating when he looks at Suguru. “She said it’s fine.”

“---but not here,” she adds. 

He looks back at her.

Is this what you’ve seen, Suguru? He wonders. Is this the look she wore when you had her? Her skin doesn’t lend itself to blushing in the form of pink cheeks, but he can tell she’s flushed all the same. There’s a light in her gaze that isn’t normally there, transforming plain brown eyes into something that would give his own uncanny blues a run for their money in a showdown. 

She’s so pretty like this, and seeing her this way for the first time stirs something in his gut. 

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, thoughtfully. “I don’t think I like the idea of anybody else seeing you like this.”

“Do you want to go home, Lia?” 

The question comes from Suguru, asked softly as he rests his chin on her shoulder. The words themselves are benign, but she knows the question holds a deeper meaning. By asking her if she wants to go home, he is asking her if she wants, and if she will indulge in that want once they’re back in the privacy of their home. 

She doesn’t even have to think about it. 

“I want to go home.”

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Slim-hipped and fluent and of lovely motion, Living to the tip of every bone, And ah, too exquisitely vivid-moving Ever to lie wanly down alone--- To lie forever down so still and slender, Tracing on the ancient screen of night That naked and pale writing of the wonder Of your beauty breathing in the light. -Max Eastman, X Rays (excerpt)

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Kissing Satoru is different from kissing Suguru, but no less addictive. 

His hands on her hips are a different shape, but just as warm. He takes, takes, takes what he wants, and there is nothing tentative in his touch. It makes her feel emboldened, makes her want to do the same.

Suguru is like the knot that ties them all together… setting her in Satoru’s lap, watching the way they taste each other. Satoru is so pretty, with his blue, blue eyes and his flushed cheeks and his plump lips, slick with her spit… so pretty that not even Suguru can resist him. 

He leans over, that curtain of dark hair falling into his face and obscuring her view. Lia doesn’t want it obscured, though - she wants to see it - so she reaches out and brushes his hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear so that nothing blocks her view. It’s so natural… so practiced and familiar, the two of them sharing a kiss. Pink cheeks and heavy breathing and that line of spit connecting their lips when Suguru pulls back.

It makes her squirm in Satoru’s lap, makes her want more. 

She watches as a look passes between them. She can’t read the look, but she sees the way Suguru reaches out and gently cups Satoru’s face in his palm, the way he taps his thumb against Satoru’s cheek. Satoru tilts his head back, opens his mouth, looking at her out of the corner of his eye even as Suguru gathers the spit in his mouth, pooling it on his tongue and letting it drip down onto Satoru’s.

She isn’t even aware of the soft, strangled noise she makes in the back of her throat. All she knows is that she wants, she wants, she wants. Whatever these two will give her, she wants it. She’s desperate for it in a way she’s never felt before, and it shows all over her face. 

It makes Satoru laugh. “Suguru, I think she’s feeling left out.”

“Hm?” Suguru looks down at her with a fond smile. “Are you feeling left out, Lia?” 

If asked before today, she might have expressed disgust at the idea of anyone spitting in her mouth. She might have turned her nose up in disdain at the very thought, wondering why anyone would find such a notion appealing in any way. 

Here in this room, at this moment, she feels like a completely different person. It’s written all over her face, she knows, but she nods anyway. 

“Hmm,” Suguru hums thoughtfully, exchanging another look with Satoru. “I suppose I should give her what she wants then, shouldn’t I?”

“It would be mean not to,” Satoru agrees with a smirk. 

He cradles her face in both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing her cheeks and his eyes looking into hers. “Open up for me, pretty… wide as you can.” The words are murmured softly, but they are a command all the same.

It surprises her how much she likes being told what to do.

Obediently, she opens her mouth. She can feel Satoru’s eyes on her and Suguru, hardly breathing as he looks between the two of them. Her eyes are on Suguru, watching him gather saliva on his tongue, letting it pool there and drip down onto her tongue the same way he did for Satoru. 

He flashes her a tender, satisfied smile before tapping on her cheek and uttering just one word - “Swallow.”

She does.

“Actions are so honest, aren’t they?” This comes from Satoru, and she looks back at him, her expression quizzical. “You aren’t saying much of anything with your words, and yet you’re still speaking,” he points out. She’s still in his lap, his hands on her hips, and he’s using his thumbs to trace little circles there, through the thin fabric of her dress. 

“Take this dress, for instance,” he goes on. “Sure, the color compliments your skin… but let’s be honest. There aren’t many colors that don’t compliment your skin. You would’ve looked just as nice wearing the red one, or the green one, or even that black one with the lace around the bottom. But you chose the one that matches my eyes. Why is that, Lia?”

It’s hard to look away from those blue eyes. Lia has never been hypnotized, but she wonders if this is what it feels like… to be in the grasp of a power greater than your own, to be unable to resist the pull of that power. To know that even if you could resist, you wouldn’t want to. “Because you said you’d be looking at me.” 

She doesn’t know what he’s expecting her to say, but what she’s said seems to please him. “I see,” is all he says after a moment. He looks over at Suguru, who is perched on the arm of the sofa. 

Suguru has been quietly watching the exchange, an affectionate smile on his face. “Don’t be surprised if he dresses you up from now on,” he shrugs. “One of his many taglines should be ‘you know Gojo Satoru likes you when he treats you like a paper doll.’”

“If all the clothes end up looking this nice on me, I don’t think I would mind,” Lia laughs. 

Satoru’s face lights up. “In that case, I added a little something to the pile of dresses on your bed just before we left.”

She looks at him expectantly. “What is it?” 

“Why don’t you go look for yourself?” His tone is teasing, and it makes her curious. 

“Is it something I can wear now?” 

He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Well now, that’s up to you.”

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[mscordonean]

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK

The King's most trusted knight, that's what they call him, Vilhelm Richard Albert De Haspran is the King's first choice for any dangerous mission, accompanied meeting and even when his daughter yn needs watching over. What he doesn't know is that his most trusted is absolutely smitten with his daughter and is even in a sneaky relationship with her. Vilhelm: I have a surprise for you. Yn: Oo really? :D. Vilhelm: Look up to the sky, isn't it beautiful? Yn: it is. Vilhelm: but not as beautiful as you. He smiles.

It's 11:55pm and time for your literature classes. You were tired of studying Macbeth, this was your 17th going over how a woman should not emasculate and manipulate their spouses, like it was our fault 🤷🏾‍♀️. Rummaging through your gowns you find an old cloak you could use to escape the palace. "G'day ma'am" one of the knights said to you. "Good day Gus" you say back to him. Suddenly he starts to tower over you. "Only one person calls me Gus..". You thought your cover had been blown until Gustavus starts to laugh. "The princess calls me that, but I obviously know you're not, I mean look at your clothes". You wanted to protest but then he carries on "She's so pretty and all she cares about is that rusty knight Vilhelm, he's literally pushing thirty". You just Pat his shoulder for comfort. "Please tell me you won't tell her what I said, she'll kill me" Gus exaggerates. "I don't need to you already told her yourself" you mumble. "What did you say"? He glances at you. "Nothing Sir Gus!" You wave your hands. "Maybe I could marry you instead, you're pretty and I could provide for you". He smirks feeling proud of himself. "Aaand that's my que to leave" You rush out of his sight. "Wait-". He stares in shock as his ego starts to diminish.

You manage to trick the palace guards to let you out and you roam across the village. You come across a cotton candy stall and stare at it. "Ma'am, would you like to buy some?" A middle-aged man smiles at you from behind the stall. "I don't have any money with me, sir" you smile apologetically. "I'll pay" a hardened voice sounds from a few inches above. It's was Knight Vilhelm! "oh you here" you don't even attempt to play coy because he already knew it was you. "Princess, what are you doing out of the palace, you're father will kill me if he notices you're gone". You pout and play hard to get. "None of your business, sir". He seemed shocked as you normally call him Vyn or Vil or even Baby when you're in private. "Princess," he hands you the cotton candy. "we have to get back to the castle". Vilhelm begged for you to cooperate but you just walk the other way. The expression on his face was priceless, you wouldn't expect such a stoic man to break character so easily. "Okay how about i show you one of my favourite places hm?" You stop in your tracks. You've always wanted to know more about Vilhelm, but you never seemed to be able to break down his walls. You nod and Vilhelm leads you to a body of grass.

"This is my favorite place to come on my days off, my... Dad loved stargazing". He managed to lay down with the thick layers of armor still clung to his body. You lay down next to him and turn to face him, looking into his eyes. " How are we going to explain this to my dad". You say scooting closer to him. "Maybe we could say you stuck out of the house because you were 'bored' and I found you trying to buy some cotton candy". You hit his shoulder and he chuckles. "We should just tell him you were running errands and I wanted to help you out of the kindness of my heart" He looks in your eyes and then at your soft brown lips. "Kindness of your heart?, yeah your heart has been very kind to let me in". He kisses you softly and you savour this moment as it is.

You wish you could have been born a class lower so you could marry this man of great mysteriousness, but then wouldn't want him taking care of any princess other than you.

"Do you see those stars over there?" "Yeah they look like us" "and they seem to be dancing". You get up and pull Vyn up with you. You move his hands with you while you dance. "Don't make me do this" he smiles, admiring the way you move. "You're missing out" you twirl using his limp arm. "Fine I'll join you". He synchronises with your movements, his head layed on you shoulders. "This is nice".

[youcantkillamutant]

Total Alphahole

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Crescent City (SJM)

Pairing: Tristan Flynn x Ithan Holstrom x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was a total Alphahole. After a few months of knowing him, you realized that Tristan Flynn really wasn’t an alphahole, and your body took notice. A lot of fucking notice. For Urd’s sake. Not to mention the absolute sweetheart that is Ithan fucking Holstrom. Cthona save you.

Warnings: Mentions of attempted drugging, violence (sparring, no blood), smut, slow-ish burn (?).

Rating: 18+ (honestly, 21+) ONLY.

Words: 11K+

A/N: I really have no explanation for this. I had a dream about the last scene and spent all day (and night) writing this out? No mention of Ariadne in this one but do not get it twisted, her and Flynn are absolutely mates I just don’t know how to write a Fae having sex with a dragon. I’m simply not that evolved. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Honestly CC2 fucked me up and down and I cannot stop thinking about it so I needed some related but non-related fluff and this happened. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so be nice. Don’t like it don’t read it and all that jazz. Not beta’d we die like men. 😘 I own nothing, all characters belong to SJM.  

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The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was an alphahole. You’d just moved to the city, dying to live outside of a 5 mile radius of your parents and Lunathion welcomed you with open arms. It also helped that your best friend, Marc was in the city. He brought his (then new) boyfriend, Declan to help you move your many, many plants into your tiny, tiny, tiny first apartment. You’d liked Declan, and you still do, but that first day, he made an impression. After all, you’d been friends with Marc for over 50 years, you knew his type. Declan Emmett was so not his type. That’s the first thing that made you exhale in relief when Marc introduced you. For a decade or so, he’d been addicted to blondes that broke his heart, but Declan had burnt red hair, cheekbones that only the fae could possess and an oddly kind smirk.

You could tell he came from money, if the subtle labels on his clothes, ridiculously amazing smelling aftershave and generally unhurried posture told you anything. You glanced at Marc while you shook Declan’s hand, and waved them into your shoebox of a place, fighting a wince when it was crowded with the three of you. You weren’t ashamed of the place, Hel, you’d come from money and power of your own, but you hadn’t wanted that in Lunathion. You’d wanted your own little oasis, and with the design plan you had for every square inch of the place, you knew you’d get it. When Dec clapped his hands together and asked where to start, you knew Marc would propose to the man. And if he didn’t, you probably would. No shade, but Marc had never dated a man who would volunteer for any sort of hard work, or any sort of work at all really. Not when Marc could do anything and everything for them. Which he did, to his detriment, for a decade.

Shaking away the thoughts, you led them down a winding staircase to the lot in the back with a moving truck idling, slid open the back door, and prayed to Urd that everything would fit. Declan rubbed his hands together, cataloguing everything in the space like he was piecing together a puzzle. Marc pulled you to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just let him lead the way on this one sweets. He loves a good puzzle.” He let out a contented sigh, and you grinned up at your best friend, Hel, brother for all intents and purposes, nodding.

It turned out that the two males actually had no intention of letting you help them move your stuff into your place. The second you grabbed for the cabinet, Marc nudged you out of the way and lifted the whole thing with ease. Declan wasn’t any better, only grunting “all good honey” when you asked if he needed help carrying anything. You rolled your eyes after you received that answer for the third time, and padded the four steps it took to get from the living room to the kitchen. If they weren’t going to let you help move your stuff into your own apartment you’d make them something to take home with them. You weren’t deluding yourself into thinking you could make enough food for a male fae and leopard shifter without going astronomically over-budget. Cake? You checked your fridge and pantry, painfully bare in comparison to what you were used to back home. Cookies it is.

You popped in headphones, and lost yourself in the familiar comfort of measuring, sifting, cracking, pouring, mixing and finally, sliding a tray of dough into the oven. You heard a bit of raucous laughter, even through your music, and pulled your headphones out, praying you didn’t actually have noisy neighbors. There were horror stories about loud neighbors in the city. You couldn’t get away from them, and certainly not with Vanir hearing. Thankfully, you recognized the laughter. Well most of it. Marc’s cackle met with Declan’s low chuckle, and danced, but there was another laugh, silky, low and…

“Seriously Marc, I thought this was your best friend? Hel you said she was like a little sister, so why the Hel is she living in this dump?” Your eyebrows pulled inward, guard instantly up. This apartment obviously wasn’t any sort of paradise, but it was yours. “Seriously, I wouldn’t let my worst enemy in this place. I might not even let the Autumn King in here man. I’m pretty sure this place was on the county list to be condemned for Urd’s sake!” Anger began simmering in your stomach. Anger, and something else, because even though this guy was an alphahole, his voice was…really fucking sexy.

“Unlike you Flynn, I don’t try control the females in my life.” There was a sharp laugh from Declan before he exclaimed “What females?” This Flynn person didn’t like that very much at all, if his grunt was anything to go off of.

“Shut the fuck up you dicks. I’ll have you know that I’m not controlling. Not even a little.” Their voices were getting closer to the door by now.

“Uh-huh.” Declan intoned as he crossed into the living room.

“Oh for Urd’s sake! I only brought this up because this is literally the worst district in the city, and I thought you’d be more concerned for her safety, since you care about her that much.” You stepped out from the kitchen, hands on your hips, and peered up and up, and up at the man. You weren’t short, Hel, you were just a touch above average height! But this male…Flynn, was tall, and big with deliciously broad shoulders. Burning fucking Solas. If the apartment felt crowded with three people, it was downright packed when a guy with shoulders like Flynn squeezed himself in.

“I assure you, I can take care of myself.” Flynn raised one perfectly groomed brow and slid his gaze down your frame.

“You’re tiny. I’m amazed you made it to the city alone at all.” Tiny? Tiny?! Never in your life had a male called you tiny. For Urd’s sake, most males you’d been with wondered when you were gonna ‘lose those extra pounds on your belly. And arms. And ass.’ You were not tiny. And you certainly wouldn’t let this alphahole make you feel like it. Your lip curled up in a snarl, but before you could snap a reply, the timer for the cookies sounded. So instead of ending your first day in Lunathion with a murder charge, you scowled at Flynn and his stupid shiny hair, and his stupid perfect skin and stalked the four steps into your kitchen to turn off the oven and remove the cookies to cool.

“Are those your—”

“Spiced butter cookies? Why yes Marc, they are.” This was a game we’d played every time you made the things. It was your grandmother’s recipe, one of three you’d saved from the reckless hand of your parents, who’d thrown everything they could into the hearth after she’d died.

“Did you use the—”

“Best butter from Nidaros? Why yes Marc, yes I did.” Nidarosian butter was hard to come by back home, but here? Let’s just say that you’d scoped out the best grocery markets in the city way before you decided to move here. After all, if you couldn’t find Nidarosian butter, Lunathion would not be a city worth living in. Luckily, they had plenty of the sweet, perfectly salted, creamy butter and it was the first thing you’d stocked the fridge with when you arrived this morning.

“And you baked it with—” This time you answered with a posh accent from your hometown. Rounded vowels and elongated consonants of the richest idiots in your county.

“Love and care? Obviously! What do you take me for?” You and Marc cackled then, at your ridiculous accent and at the questions you went through every time you made these. And maybe you laughed a little in relief too, recognizing that even in this new city, you and Marc hadn’t changed. Not one bit. “Seriously though Marc, thank you for this. And Declan, thank you for masterminding the move. I really appreciate your help.” Declan nodded in your direction, but he was busy looking (gazing was more like it) at Marc, amusement and tenderness dancing in his eyes. “Just give me a second to pack these up.”

You used a bit of your power to cool the cookies while you dropped them into two boxes. You had no intention of giving any cookies to Flynn. And like thinking his name summoned his voice, he spoke. Cthona save us.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Tristan Flynn, most people call me Flynn, but you can call me whatever you’d like sweetheart.” His grin gleamed white and for a second he looked like a cover model for some ridiculous fae product on the shopping channel. Then he cocked his head, lips falling into a smirk, and he looked like an alphahole. You answered with a saccharine smile of your own.

“I don’t think you’d like to hear what I’ll be calling you.” Marc snorted, fully familiar with the running list of names you kept for anyone you deemed an alphahole. Before I could continue, Marc and Declan ushered us all the two steps it took to get from the living room to the front door. Marc scooped the boxes out of your hands with a grin, bringing it up to his nose like the child he was.

“Don’t I get some?” Flynn pouted, and the thought of biting that lip flashed through your brain. You pursed your own lips in annoyance.

“No.”

“Aw come on Tiny. Without me, you wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep.” Your eye twitched at the thought of this male touching your bed and something in your stomach pooled at the thought of his scent on your sheets. You waved that feeling away, calling for the simmering rage you had been feeling before. It came…reluctantly. It was easier when you saw Marc plucking the top box off the stack and handing it to Flynn, despite your answer.

“I could’ve brought it up myself.” You’d have had to use your magic, and would have been totally wiped afterwards, but you could’ve done it. Flynn just snorted and leaned closer into your space. Your fingers twitched into a fist, but his scent was overwhelming, not to mention the aroma of the sweetly spiced cookies wafting up between you two.

“With those little arms darling? You wouldn’t have made it past the first step.” Your brow lifted in challenge. Flynn only grinned his shopping channel smile. That pissed you off enough to feel irrationally wrathful, so you yanked the box of cookies out of his hands and gave it to Declan, instead of your traitorous best friend.

“Declan, it was really nice to meet you. Marc, if I’m not the maid of honor in your mating ceremony, I’ll be pissed for the next century, and a half.” Marc let out a snort and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Declan followed suit, grabbing Flynn’s ridiculously built arm and pulling him out of your space.

“Don’t I get a kiss too?” See? Total alphahole.

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You’d been in Lunathion for three weeks when Declan invited you to his house for an evening. You assumed it was going to be dinner and meeting his roommates so you were in the middle of throwing together a cake for the thing, when Marc called.

“Flynn will be there.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t seen the male since he was in your apartment, well not in person. He did seem so star in a few of your dreams after the fact. Not that you’d tell anyone, least of all Marc. “You’re not allowed to bail. I’m telling you this so you’ll be prepared.”

“But I don’t wanna see Flynn!” You spat the name, cheeks going warm at your whining. You hadn’t acted like this in a long, long time. Marc knew it too.

“And why exactly don’t you want to see him?” You could hear the smirk in Marc’s voice.

“He’s an alphahole. Obviously.”

“Uh-huh. Well honestly, you’ll probably hardly see him. It’s a party, and he’s definitely the life of the party.” It’s a party? Why in Urd’s name— “I knew you wouldn’t agree to go if I invited you, so I had Declan do it.” There was a rustling on the other side of the line and I could hear Declan yelling. “He says he’s sorry for deceiving you, but really wanted you to meet everyone.” Marc huffed a laugh at whatever else Declan said “I really want you to meet everyone too. I mean, if you’re gonna be my maid of honor, you’ll need to know the mating party.” Damn. For as much as you’d teased Marc and Dec about getting mated, you could see it happening, and soon. Marc, unfortunately and annoyingly was right about meeting Dec’s friends. I mean, they couldn’t all be alphaholes like Flynn…right?

“I promise you, they aren’t all like Tristan Flynn. Ruhn’s chill, You’ll love Bryce, and Hunt is obsessed with Bryce so you’ll love him too. Tharion may be an acquired taste for you, but really, you’ll love them. Please say you’ll come.” Marc’s voice had taken on a note of pleading, and you sighed.

“I’ll hardly see him?” Marc let out a laugh. “I’m serious Marc! I almost murdered the male when he called me tiny. I’m sure Declan doesn’t want blood on his carpet.” That made Marc laugh even harder.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think blood is the worst they’ve got on the carpet in that house.” He let loose one more laugh. “I’ll see you at 10!” You squawked at the phone, but he’d already hung up. Turning to the cake cooling on the counter you sighed.

If you were meant to be up all night, you’d better take a nap.

—

Marc was probably right about blood not being the worst thing on the carpets in this house. You actually couldn’t believe they even bothered to keep the carpet in this place at all. It was a veritable frat house, complete with the alarmingly sticky floor, ridiculous towel tapestries and sagging couches. It’s a wonder the house was still standing at all. Mirthroot filled the air as Marc pulled you into the living room, lifting the cake from your hands, leading towards a couch and a few loveseats. All pieces of furniture were filled with laughing people smoking mirthroot and sipping drinks. No Flynn in sight. Your shoulders sagged a bit in relief. You were still waking up from your nap, and weren’t nearly alert or drunk enough for verbal sparring with that particular male.

You picked Declan out of the group first, red hair glinting in the the flashing lights of the party.

“You came!” Declan was tipsy, and clearly pleased to see you as he scooped you into a hug.

“And she brought us cake.” Marc lifted the cake and wiggled the plate a bit to get Dec’s attention. Declan saw the cake, eyes wide, and turned back to you.

“I love you, and if you weren’t basically Marc’s little sister, I would totally date you.” You snorted a laugh and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the confidence booster Dec. I’d totally date you too” Declan pretended to swoon and pulled you to his chest in a hug, popping a kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulders.

“Everyone, this is Marc’s best friend!” He cheered, and the group let out an indulgent cheer too. “This is everyone!” Marc laughed at Dec’s introduction and took the reins

“That’s Ruhn Danaan, crown prince and all that,” The male in question winked at you, and you could feel your face warming. “Bryce Quinlan, his sister and reluctant crown princess” Bryce waved off the attention and grinned at you.

“Nice to see I’m not the only one suffering these alphaholes.” You matched her smile and answered. “It’s a thankless, full-time job.” The males in question shouted in protest, while you and Bryce laughed.

“Alright miss ‘full-time’,” Marc continued with a smile. “Next to Bryce is Hunt Athalar, Fallen Angel extraordinaire.” Hunt made a gesture that you were sure was rude, but also ancient as Marc moved on to the last man in their group “That’s Tharion. He’s the mer version of Sherlock Holmes. Sort of.” Tharion didn’t bother with gestures and told Marc to fuck off. You laughed, and Marc and Declan guided you to the couch. You didn’t bother asking about Flynn, you didn’t want to know about Flynn, or his shiny hair, or his bulging biceps, or his place in the group or—You didn’t want to know about Flynn. Not at all.

The party progressed as most parties always do, with mirthroot and shots. So many shots. A couple hours in, you were well on your way to blasted and humming to yourself as your searched upstairs for the bathroom. You’d already been in two other rooms so far and had only found a bedroom and a ridiculously large closet. You pushed the next door open and froze. Tristan Flynn was naked. Tristan Flynn was naked, and licking into a faun twice your size who was also naked. Neither of them was paying attention to you. The faun was a work of art, all supple skin and soft belly and heaving breasts and Flynn wasn’t much different.

You blamed the shots for your slow reaction, for your desire to linger, for the way you catalogued the muffled moans that came from Flynn. You watched for longer than you should have, as the faun rolled her hips over Flynn’s face. As Flynn gripped her thighs and pulled her tighter over him. The faun’s gasp broke you out of your daze and you were more than a bit horrified at your…voyeurism. Then you shook your head, and stumbled out of the room. You were way too drunk for a moral quandary in a frat house.

You found the bathroom soon enough, and after washing your hands, you were ready to leave. Your face was hot, Hel, everything was hot after the drinking and dancing and laughing. You were tired. And you couldn’t stop hearing Tristan Flynn, moaning from under a fucking faun. So you said your goodbyes to the group, promising to text Marc when you got home and to text Bryce in the morning to make brunch plans. You waved off Declan when he offered to walk you to the door, waving your phone and promising that you could make it to your rideshare in one piece all by yourself and dropping a kiss on his cheek.

You were nearly at the door, trying to focus on your phone to figure out where exactly you were supposed to be meeting your ride, when shit went to Hel.

“Hey! Heeeeeeeey, hey. You wanna drink?” You hadn’t noticed the male approach you, drunk and buried in your phone as you were, you probably could have fallen asleep standing up, but something about this male made you bristle and shake off the cobwebs. The male was a bit bigger than you, not someone you’d have a problem getting away from with a few words and a perfectly timed smile sober. But you were not sober. Not by a long shot. In the back of your head, you wondered if that’s why he’d bothered to approach.

“No thanks. I was just leaving.” There. That should do it. You turned back to your screen.

“Well what about a drink before you head out?” You were already shaking your head no when the male grabbed your arm and whirled you to him. He stank of alcohol and something that was definitely harder that mirthroot.

“Let go of me.” You didn’t try to pull your arm away, not yet. If you were going to have to fight, you’d need surprise on your side. Your addled brain knew that much.

“Come oooooon. I’m a great bartender. I can make you something special.” The male winked and you had no doubt that the ‘something special’ he made would not end well for you. So you wrenched your arm back and kicked him between his legs as hard as you could, racing back towards the living room. You’d be safest in a crowd of bodies. The male yowled in pain behind you, but still reached to pull you back. You shook him off another time and bounded towards the stairs, closer to the party proper. “Come back here! You fucking b—”

“I’d watch what you say.” You were so frantic trying to get back to the living room that the voice pulled you up short. Tristan Flynn stood on the bottom step, arms crossed and muscles working casually in a perfectly tight t-shirt. The male in question scoffed.

“I was just offering her a drink.”

“Seems to me like she didn’t want it.” Flynn’s voice was low, dangerous and…hot, your drunken brain provided. For Urd’s sake. Still, the male didn’t take the hint. He stepped towards you, looking equal parts murderous and smarmy. You stumbled back, closer to the stairs. Closer to Flynn.

“Come on, don’t you want to have a drink with me? I promised I’d make you something special.” You stepped back further and jumped as a gentle hand found your back. Flynn’s hand. Flynn. He kept his hand on your back, first between your shoulders then sliding down, down, down to your lower back as he stepped down to the floor beside you, palm heating your skin along the way. He took one step, small, negligible really, but just enough to place himself in front of you. Your stomach swooped and your gaze snapped up to his.

“Do you want a drink from this…male, Tiny?” More sobriety clawed its way to the surface at the nickname, and you narrowed your eyes. Flynn smirked, and nodded towards the male. His sneering face brought a wave of fear your way, and you shook your head no. Your phone dinged with a notification. Your ride was outside. Thank Urd. Flynn peered at your phone and nodded. “Looks like your ride is here Tiny. I’ll walk you out.” He turned to the male in the hallway, face like stone. “You stay here, our crown prince wants a word with you.” The male’s eyes widened, but Flynn just pressed his palm on your back and nudged you forward.

When you were finally outside, he stopped you in front of the car, turning you towards him. His brows were pulled close, eyes skimming over your body in concern.

“Did he hurt you, Tiny?” You could do nothing but shake your head and stare. This Tristan Flynn was a complete departure from the one you’d first met. Hel, he seemed genuinely concerned. “Are you sure? Do you need to report anything? I promised Marc I’d stay away from you tonight, but this is serious. If you don’t want to talk to a male, we’ve got plenty of females at the Aux that can—” You shook your head again, stopping his admittedly cute rambling and catching on the fact that Marc made him promise to stay away from you. Why the Hel would he do that?

“Why would he ask you to stay away from me?” Flynn leaned closer, face flashing with concern, before a small grin slid across his face. This one was softer than his smirks, and a little rueful.

“Apparently, I make you uncomfortable.” You must have looked confused, because he sighed and continued. “You’re fun to tease, Tiny, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. Especially considering Dec and Marc will probably be mated before the year is up.” He shrugged like it was nothing, and maybe to him it was. He surely couldn’t have trouble finding a female or five in Lunathion to tease. Your mind flashed back to the faun, and his moans and… Stop. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“Well, thank you Flynn.” You probably would have made it back to the party with a sore arm, a bruise or two and a bucket of trauma, but Flynn helped you. It made your perception of him glitch a bit.

“Call me Tristan.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Glitch over.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh please do think of me, Tiny. Dream of me, even!” You scoffed, but couldn’t completely conceal the grin that tugged at your lips.

So Tristan Flynn might not be a total alphahole.

—

The following months were filled with decorating your small apartment, then redecorating it, settling into your new job at the embassy archives, brunches with Bryce, and of course, parties at the Frat House. It was fun. After your grandmother died and you’d decided to leave home, you weren’t quite sure that you’d find your place. But Lunathion and everyone in it had become home. Hel, Even Tristan Flynn had continued to prove himself to not be a total alphahole. Apparently miracles do happen. Or maybe it was just this odd little group making them happen.

You’d spent more time thinking (and loathsomely, dreaming) about Flynn. Tristan. Ugh. It was getting bad. Marc began bringing him up to see your reaction, and laughing when you directed a withering glare at him. Every. Single. Time. It wasn’t like you’d never had a crush on a male. It’s just that you’d never crushed on someone who was so much a part of your life and the life of your friends. You usually crushed on males so far out of your league that you could put them in a glass case and gaze at them from afar. That was not the case with Tristan Flynn, gods, you were in the stage of the crush where everything he did you wanted to watch. Everything he said you wanted to hear. And it was so godsdamned annoying.

Seriously, you’d never been so annoyed with yourself. And it wasn’t just your heart taking a hit, but your body too. Every time you heard his voice, heat pooled in your stomach. His laugh had your face warming. His gaze on you had you thinking you might actually spontaneously combust. He was just the right amount of charming, kind and alphahole that you never expected to like, let alone crave. Which is exactly why you avoided Tristan Flynn like the fucking plague. That, and you didn’t have enough in your budget to keep buying batteries like the world was ending.

The first party you’d gone to after everything had happened was normal enough, but Flynn hadn’t ever stopped watching you. He’d shift around the room, but he could always see you, and you him. He’d bring you drinks to try and was always ready to roll a bit of mirthroot for you. Hel, he even let you on his beer pong team, despite your warnings (and Marc’s) that you were awful. Flynn only shrugged and laughed good naturedly when you two lost, high-fiving you in mock celebration.

It was after that abysmal game that he brought you another drink, this one in a wine glass.

“Marc told me that you like wine.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t even know the boys had wine in the house. The kitchen was stocked with so much hard liquor you were surprised there was room for anything else. Taking the glass you gave it a sniff and grinned. Somehow, Tristan Flynn had gotten your favorite wine, and from the way he was watching your face, he knew it too. Marc is such a busybody.

“Thanks Flynn.” You raised the drink in cheers and took a sip. Perfect.

“It’s Tristan, remember?” He stepped closer to you, breaching your personal space. Your traitorous body did not mind. Not one bit. Bitch.

“I told you I’d think about it, remember?” A lazy smile slid across your face as you clutched the wine glass. Flynn looked from your face, to the glass, to your lips, and to the glass again. He took another step closer, gripping the glass lightly and cupping your hand in his much larger one.

Your breath caught as he pulled the glass and your hand along with it towards his mouth. Pulling your eyes to his, you found Flynn watching you, all the while the glass moved closer and closer to his lips. Finally, he took a sip and you couldn’t resist watching his lips kiss the glass. He swallowed, and your eyes dropped to watch his Adam’s apple dip and rise. Flynn leaned closer, closer, closer, until he was right next to your ear.

“You drive a hard bargain Tiny. Guess I’ll have to be patient.” You exhaled a breath as his lips brushed your ear, and then between one breath and the next, Flynn was back to normal, standing in front of you, watching your reaction. Watching for discomfort, you realized. Whatever your face was doing, it wasn’t discomfort, so he smiled that soft smile and strolled away, melting into the party.

So yeah, you were avoiding Tristan Flynn, because honestly you were going to have a heart attack or run out of panties at the rate you were going.

No one else but Marc and Dec seemed to notice in the following months. Marc thought it was hilarious, but Dec was worried. So worried he pulled you aside tonight at what was probably your 30th party at the house, and asked if Flynn had done anything to upset you. You were mortified. All you could do was assure Declan that Flynn hadn’t done anything, and that you were just…awkward. Cthona spare you! Bryce took one look at your face after that conversation and told Hunt to stay at the party while you had a girls night. Hunt looked suspicious, but gave Bryce a quick peck and tugged you to her side.

“Be careful Princess.” Bryce rolled her eyes while still managing to look pleased. The walk back to her apartment was quick, filled with heated debate about the latest episode of Fangs and Bangs. When you reached the elevator to her place she turned to you.

“Okay, I wanted to wait until we were in private, but I have to know…What the Hel is going on between you and Flynn?” You gaped at her for a moment, and the elevator doors dinged open. She grinned. “Come on! There has to be something happening between you two. He always asks about you and—” Bryce stopped short, causing you to bump into her. The door to her apartment was wide open, and there was something on the floor, bleeding, if your nose was to be believed. Too small to be Syrinx, thank Urd, but…Bryce slid a gun into her hand from Urd knows where and advanced slowly, calling Hunt. You followed closely behind, ready to offer whatever backup you could.

“…yeah the door was wide open.” A bit more chatter on the line “No, he didn’t say anything.” A crackle from the line. “Well I don’t fucking know Athalar, I would had asked if — Oh my Gods! Ithan?!”

—

Ithan Holstrom was a sweetheart. The ex-sunball player was kind, gentler than you’d expected and way nicer than anyone should be given he lost his brother and was violently removed from his pack a few weeks ago. You and Ithan had struck up a friendship of sorts. One that relied on you teaching him how to bake, and him becoming your personal trainer. You’d always said you’d pick up your self-defense training after a few weeks in the city, but you never did. Mainly because most classes were held at the Aux and you really, really didn’t want to risk running into Flynn. But after what had happened with Bryce and Ithan, you realized that you really needed to get back into it. You were fairly safe at home and work and with the guys and Bryce, but Lunathion was still a major city. You had been slacking, a lot. So once Ithan had healed properly, and he’d noticed your restlessness, he offered to go running with you. Running turned into a running and an hour of lifting, and then that turned into running in the morning, then lifting and sparring after work.

Ithan was distractingly hot, with the biceps and the easy smile and, oh right, the abs, but still a good teacher. He helped you refresh the basics with a shifter twist, and he didn’t even push when you wouldn’t answer his question as to why you weren’t taking classes at the Aux. Instead of pushing, he asked you to teach him how to make cookies.

Which is why you both stood in your small kitchen, Ithan scratching his head while looking at the recipe card, and you distracted by how his biceps moved with the action. You’d already made a few cakes with Ithan, to Bryce’s delight (she was y’alls taste tester), and you knew he could actually handle himself in the kitchen. Which is exactly why you decided to work on a more challenging recipe than just regular chocolate chip.

“Browned Butter Toffee & Chocolate Chip Cookes? Cthona’s tits, are you sure I can handle this?” You grinned at him, pulling the recipe card out of his hands and nodding.

“Of course Ithan. I wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle. Now grab the butter.” Ithan mumbled something under his breath, but it was so low that you couldn’t make it out.

“The Nid—”

“Yes the Nidarosian butter. Just one stick.” You spun back to your cabinets pulling out brown sugar and Ogean sea salt. You both met at the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder as Ithan looked at you for the next step. “Kay so first we need to melt the butter. Can you grab that pot?” You pointed to the one on the shelf to your right, it was closer to Ithan and if you’re being honest, placed so high that you’d have to climb your counter to grab it. You clearly didn’t use it that often. Ithan grinned and grabbed the pot, placing it on the stovetop.

“Why’d you even put something up that high? You’re so tiny, there’s no way you could reach that.” Rolling your eyes, you dropped the butter into the pan and turned on the burner. Do all Lunathion males think you’re…tiny? You weren’t, you really weren’t, but something about you was apparently small to Flynn and now Ithan.

“What is it with you Lunathion males? Always calling me tiny. I’m not that small!” Ithan laughed, picking up on the frustration in your voice.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve…Tiny.” You scowled pushing him away from you. Willing to play along, he leaned to the side, but not before trapping your hand against his chest and taking you with him. Turning a bit so his back was against the wall, he pulled you closer and looked down, catching the surprise on your face. “Does it really bother you?”

You had no idea what on Urd he was talking about. Not with him so close. One arm pulled you closer to him by the waist and the other trapped your hand against his heart. You could feel it beating through the heat sinking into your skin. Hel, you could feel all of him molded against your front, chest to chest. Ithan dipped his head lower, coming eye-to-eye with you. He asked again. “Does it bother you? The nickname?”

Before you could answer, the scent of perfectly melted Nidarosian butter wafted to you and like a spell broken, you stepped back out of Ithan’s grasp.

“We just need to add the brown sugar and salt, then we whisk it.” Ithan pushed off from the wall casually, and stalked towards you, nodding. You added the ingredients, tilting toward the counter to your left for the whisk.

“And how exactly do we whisk?” Ithan was behind you now, hooking his chin on your shoulder. He continued. “I mean, I know you’ve shown me the whisk before, but I don’t quite remember the technique.” He tilted his mouth towards your ear as he spoke, and his voice made your head just a bit woozy. You let loose a breath before dipping the whisk in the bubbling toffee to be. Mixing with a light flick of your wrist you showed him. Ithan hummed in understanding. “I think I get it, but could you make sure I’m doing it right?” Ithan stepped a touch closer, and the scent of his soap and skin urged you to lean back into his chest. Pulling the whisk from your hand, he gripped it and waved it around. “A hand please, Tiny?”

You dropped your palm on top of his hand, fitting your forearm over his larger one. You guided his hand in the whisking motion you’d shown him before. He hummed again, and stepped impossibly closer, pushing you between the stovetop and his body softly. Then he whisked the boiling toffee perfectly, calming the bubbling liquid. He repeated the action every time the mixture began to bubble for the next few minutes.

“Did I do good, Tiny?” You could have sworn Ithan dipped his nose to your neck when he asked for your approval, but the scent of him and the toffee was distracting enough that you did all you could to drag your attention back to the task at hand.

“Perfect.” This time you definitely felt his grin against your neck. Burning fucking Solas.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait for it to cool.” Ithan nodded into your neck once more, then stepped back.

The cookies turned out perfectly.

—

When Ithan moved into the Frat house, you weren’t at all surprised. Ithan was a sweetheart, and you clearly weren’t the only one who thought so, if the attention that Ruhn, Dec and Flynn showered on him was any indication. You’d noticed it when you met up with Bryce at the house before brunch. The guys were having some sort of Sunball watch party, with Ruhn, Hunt, Dec, Marc, Ithan and Flynn lounging in the living room, snacking and talking shit. Males.

Ever a fan of ignoring a problem (crush) until it goes away (Which has literally never happened to you. Not once.), you hurried Bryce out the door and to the elevator. You could feel Flynn’s stare on you as you hustled out the door, and could hear Ithan’s confusion in his “Hi Tiny! Bye Tiny!” A smack sounded, and Ithan squawked. You barely heard the ‘sorry Pup’ before Bryce shut the door.

Bryce was kind enough to wait until you had both ordered brunch before she began her interrogation.

“Okay, what in fresh fuck is going on with you and Flynn? And Ithan?” She added Ithan to the question with a quirked brow. You debated lying, you really did, but you needed to talk about this with someone. A female, and honestly after all these months, you trusted Bryce.

“You can’t tell anyone. Well, I guess you can tell Hunt. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t think…” Bryce tilted her head to the side, face expectant. No more stalling apparently. “Fine…I…I don’t know.”

“What the Hel do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean…Flynn is just a flirty guy right? Like he probably looks at most girls like—”

“Like he wants to swallow them whole?” You choked on your breath.

“He does not look at me like that!”

“He really, really does. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing really…” You told Bryce about the first time you met, and then the party, and by the end, she was looking at you like you had five heads.

“In what universe does him doing all that mean he doesn’t like you? Hel, that’s practically a proposal from Flynn.” Now you looked at Bryce like she was crazy. “I’m serious. He asks about you all the time and the only reason he doesn’t have your number and ask you himself is because you haven’t given us permission to give him your number. He. Likes. You.” Bryce didn’t give you a chance to respond, jumping topics. “And what’s going on with you and our resident wolf-boy?” You groaned and dropped your head to the table.

“Please stop talking about them.” You didn’t want to think about them, especially considering how much your subconscious wanted you to think about them. You’d been having increasingly vivid dreams about the two males in your bed for the past week, and it wasn’t getting any better. When you finally raised your head, Bryce was smirking.

“You know…I can see you three together. It’d be hot as Hel too.” You grumbled a few curses and Bryce cackled as you tossed a bread roll at her head. “Seriously, you need to go for it and put everyone out of their misery.” You groaned and Bryce laughed louder “Honestly, let me know if y’all ever give a show. All those muscles, and your ass? Yeah, I’ll be the first to buy a ticket!”

—

Despite Bryce’s encouragement, you avoided the House along with Flynn and Ithan. You couldn’t think about either of them without getting distracted and more than a little wet, so you stayed away. Not necessarily effective, but…old habits and all that. You were just thinking about the viability of actually making new friends when Ithan called. You didn’t have it in you to ignore the call, and honestly, you missed his voice.

“Hey Ithan!” Apparently, your knee jerk reaction was to pretend that you hadn’t been ignoring him and every male you knew in Lunathion for a solid month.

“Hey Tiny. How are you doing?” Ithan sounded wary, which made you wary.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Well I figured you had to be sick or something to be avoiding all of us like we’re lepers.” Silence suffocated the line and you weren’t quite sure how to respond. You could still hear Ithan breathing softly on the line, waiting. Always so patient with you.

“I— I’m sorry.” You searched for more words. A full sentence would be good. “I’m not sick, I’ve just been, off. I didn’t mean to ignore you, or anyone, not really. I was just…in a mood I guess.” Ithan hummed, and you could tell he was mulling over your response.

“Fine, and because I’m super benevolent and shit,” You snorted at that, but let him continue. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.” It was your turn to answer warily.

“Come to the Aux to train with me.” You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. You were weighing your options. If you could figure out when Flynn wasn’t there, you could train with Ithan then. That way you’d only have to worry about one of your fantasy males instead of two. You’d have to ask Marc or Declan for — Ithan’s voice sounded on the other side of the line. “Tiny? You still there?” You cleared your throat.

“Oh um yeah. I’m here.” You cringed at yourself. Smooth.

“Well, do we have a deal?” You kissed your teeth in annoyance at the whole thing, but agreed anyways. You didn’t want to lose Ithan as a friend, and you knew Flynn could be a great friend too, you just needed to get over your stupid, ridiculously horny crush and you’d be fine. You know what they say, the only way out, is through.

—

You did not want to be Ithan Holstrom’s friend. You definitely did not want to be Tristan Flynn’s friend. Not when the both of them were shirtless, glistening in sweat and lifting heavy, heavy weights side by side in the Aux training room. Urd help you. You’d gotten there early, just in case you got lost on the way, and those extra ten minutes were gonna be your downfall. Or maybe it was Flynn’s back muscles rippling as cleaned at least 200lbs.

The only way out is through bitch. Wipe the drool from your mouth and get in there.

You inhaled the air of the Aux, thankfully it smelled more like disinfectant than a sweaty locker room, and walked into the training room. There were a few other Fae there, but no one you knew. The music rattled your bones as you nodded to them anyways, circling to stand in front of the two males. They looked even more disgustingly delicious from the front. All pecs and biceps and abs on abs on abs. Burning fucking Solas.

“I thought we were training together.” You quipped.

Ithan dropped his bar with a grin, and bounded over to hug you, sweaty limbs and all. You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Not a chance Holstrom, I can smell you from here.” He grinned and lurched forward like he was going to hug you anyways. You yelped and stepped back shouting a quick ‘no way in Hel!’. Then Flynn stepped beside Ithan, placed his hand where Ithan’s neck joined his shoulder and squeezed, just a bit. Ithan’s eyes flashed and the look he leveled at Flynn was…heated.

“You bothering Tiny, Pup?” The words had an effect on you. An effect you did not want to be having in a room full of Fae with sensitive noses. Still, you couldn’t look away from the two of them.

“We’re just playing T.” Flynn turned his attention to you, and your body heated under his gaze. He did a full body scan, starting at your eyes, looking down to your chest, down and down to your shorts and further down still at your legs. When he drew his gaze back up, you swallowed.

“Looks like Tiny is ready to train, Pup. Why don’t you get her warmed up?” Another bar dropped on the floor loudly, and broke you out of whatever trance Tristan Flynn’s eyes put you in. Ithan seemed a bit more focused too, and for the next 45 minutes you warmed up, and did your strength training.

Flynn watched you both the whole time. Paying extra attention when Ithan corrected your posture for your hang cleans and squats. He even watched as you and Ithan moved over to the sparring ring, arms folded, biceps bulging and eyes tracking the both of you he was the wolf.  

Ithan took it easy on you at the start. You didn’t really like sparring in the first place, preferring the conceptual techniques and repetitive training to actually fighting, but you needed the practice. You took a few hits to the shoulder and one annoying one to the cheek, but Ithan wasn’t going full strength. You didn’t ask him to and you were pretty sure he never would have anyways. Your last combo pushed Ithan back on his heels just long enough for you put him in a headlock. Well…your version of a headlock on a male who’s at least a head and a half taller than you. Really, you were hanging onto his neck from behind, but close enough.

You and Ithan laughed, and Flynn applauded from the sidelines. Then, he hopped up into the ring and sauntered towards us.

“Looks like our Tiny has quite a few moves up her sleeve.” You tried to ignore Flynn’s use of ‘our’ as he carried on. “Do you think she can handle both of us at once Pup?”

Your eyes flashed to the male in annoyance, but already you were thinking of strategies. Flynn could tell. The moment his eyes caught yours, they brightened in excitement. Ithan wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know T, It’s—”

“I can take it.” Sweet merciful Cthona you did not just say that. “I mean, I can take you two.” Flynn’s smirk grew as you continued to ramble. “I mean, I can handle you two. In a fight.” Ithan and Flynn shared another look, then turned back to you, grinning.

“Rules, T?” Ithan asked as he circled the ring.

“No scratching, hair pulling or ball busting. Everything else is fair game.” You nodded, already thinking about what exactly you could do and glad to hear that biting was still on the table. Suckers.

The key to fighting multiple opponents hand-to-hand, is to stack them. If one is coming at you from your front, turn so that no matter where the other attacker is, they can’t get to you without going through their friend. You knew the concept of stacking well enough, and had practiced it with at least 5 people at once, but these two males on the mat weren’t simply people. They were trained, and they were ready to lay you down on that mat. As much as the thought appealed to you, you weren’t in the mood to hear the alphaholes gloating about it for the next century.

Flynn grabbed for you first, and you flitted out of the way. You were feeling each other out. He lunged again, and you dodged, but you also noticed Ithan watching, waiting. You noticed him circling Flynn and you, and when Ithan finally lunged, you ran straight for Flynn, grabbing his shoulder and forearm and yanking him in front of you and therefore in front of Ithan.

The two males grunted as they slammed into each other, and you stepped away from Flynn, letting gravity do the work for you. The two tumbled to the ground face first but before you could crow your triumph, Ithan grabbed your ankle and sent you to the floor as well. Ithan swung his leg over your hips with a grin, pinning you to the ground with a wicked smile. He leaned closer to your face as Flynn grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head.

For a moment, all logical thought left your brain as you felt Ithan on top of you and Flynn’s grip burning into your wrists, but then you heard Flynn chuckle. And it was so much like the chuckle you heard when you first met him that you snapped back to reality, shoved your hips up like you were doing a bridge, then flipped over to the left quickly enough that Ithan toppled over and so that within a second, you were on top of him. Take that alphaholes!

While the males were still in shock, you yanked your hands towards your chest, dragging Flynn along on his knees and bit his hands that circled your wrists. He let out a shout of surprised pain and you hopped up and out of their space, bouncing on your toes in fighting stance. Flynn and Ithan stayed on the ground, staring up at you. It was your turn to smirk.

“Told you I could handle you.”

—

You’d been in Lunathion for one entire year. You couldn’t believe how much had changed, how much you had changed but you were grateful. You loved your minuscule apartment, you loved your friends, Hel, you even loved the disgusting Frat House. It had a certain sticky charm. What you did not love was Bryce and Marc, pestering you about Flynn and Ithan.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” You waved them off and continued walking towards the Frat House. Apparently Ruhn was hosting some sort of watch party for something about Sunball. You didn’t really care, but you wanted to be surrounded by your people. Even if they were yelling nonsense at a tv screen.

“Not if you don’t initiate it! Those males are practically salivating over you.” You scrunched your nose at the image of it. “Seriously, how stubborn can you be?!”  Marc sounded more frustrated than usual about the whole situation, and you side-eyed him.

“I’m not being stubborn, but I have no interest in complicating things. We just became friends.” That much was true. You, Flynn and Ithan had formed your own triad of sorts after that first training session in the Aux. There were certain things you always did together, and you wouldn’t give up your post training smoothie session with the two of them for anything. Not even their dicks. Cthona spare you.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, I’m sure you all can figure out how to fuck.”

“Bryce!”

“She’s right, though! Flynn and Ithan are obsessed with you. The three of you are basically inseparable, and honestly, you’d be really cute together.”

“That’s what I told her Marc! She never listens.” You were a few blocks away now, and you rolled your eyes at the two. A phone chimed, and Bryce pulled hers out, scowling at the screen.

“Marc, did you get the ice?” Marc looked at Bryce in confusion.

“Pretty sure you were supposed to get the ice, Princess.”

“ Well Ruhn says that if either of us walk into the House without ice, we won’t be allowed in.” Marc frowned.

“Seems a bit aggressive for ice but…” They both turned to me. “We’re going to go get ice, we’ll see you in there.” Then, they turned away and started walking in the opposite direction. Weirdos.

When you finally made it to the house, it was quiet for once. Creepy. You called out to see if anyone would answer as you pushed the door open, but you were met with silence. Super creepy. You pulled out your stun gun and flicked it on, just in case. You passed the stairwell, and took in the living room. It was dark, no strobe lights or even the light from the TV. Just as you were about to turn tail and leave there was a burst of noise and light.

“Surprise!” What the fuck?

The confusion must have shown on your face, because as everyone in your life in Lunathion cheered and celebrated, Marc walked up to you to explain.

“It your anniversary party! It’s been a year since you moved to Lunathion and joined our rag tag little group. We wanted to celebrate you.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt a watery smile growing. Marc had thrown you a party.

“How did you get everyone to come?” Marc grinned like a cat who caught the canary.

“Oh. No. This wasn’t my idea. This was all Flynn and Ithan. They organized it, invited everyone, the whole shebang. I just showed up.”

“And forgot the ice.” Marc rolled his eyes.

“There was never any ice…” He kept talking, but you tuned him out. You scanned the room for a sign of the two males, but they were no where to be found. So you interrupted Marc’s rambling for answers.

“Where are they?”

—

You found Ithan in the kitchen in front of a yellow three-tiered monstrosity and a piping bag in hand. He was humming to himself as he piped purple flowers onto the cake. You called his name to get his attention.

“Tiny?” He whirled to face you, smile widening as you stared at him, and then the cake. He followed your stare to the cake and jumped up, towards you, hands coming to cover your eyes. “Close your eyes Tiny! It’s bad luck for you to see the cake before the…um, time for cake.” You snorted.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot right?” You turned to face him head tilted up to see a bit of vulnerability in his eyes. You opened your mouth to say what, you weren’t sure, but Flynn breezed in, and answered for the both of you.

“Pup, you’re our idiot. Isn’t that right Tiny?” Flynn winked at you both, and rounded the counter. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled both of them into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You squeezed them tighter. “Thank you.” You pulled back a bit, and Ithan nodded, glancing at you with a soft smile before he returned to the cake. When you turned to Flynn, your eyes widened at the intensity of his gaze.

“We’ve got you Tiny. Just like you’ve got us.” You melted a bit at the sincerity in Flynn’s eyes, and nodded in agreement. After everything that happened this year, you would absolutely go to bat for every person in this house right now, especially Flynn and Ithan. Flynn smiled after a moment. “Now go enjoy your party baby, we’ll see you in a bit.” Your heart stopped at the endearment, but Flynn merely guided you to the threshold of the kitchen and nudged you towards the party.

—

You’d never had so much fun in your life. Flynn and Ithan had arranged for you to play a bunch of stupid party games that you’d never been able to try out at the regular Frat House Parties and they were fun. You had all the people you loved under one roof, playing games, yelling to your favorite songs, shoveling yellow cake with purple flowers into their mouths and you felt light and happy and loved. That was all thanks to Flynn and Ithan. So, before the night wore into morning and your friends were all too wasted to appreciate it, you gave a toast.

“First of all, I want to thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure I’d last a week in Lunathion, let alone a year, and I’m beyond grateful to have you all here celebrating this with me. When I first got to the city, I was so sure I wouldn’t find home again,” you’d thought home had died a while back, with your grandmother and her cottage and her love. “But then I met you all, and I remembered exactly what home feels like. And now, thanks to you, I get to love my life, love my friends, and love my home.” Everyone ‘Awwed’ in the way drunken friends do. You caught Flynn and Ithan’s eyes watching you.

“I also want to thank Flynn and Ithan. We had an…interesting start…” Everyone laughed, and Flynn quirked a smirk. Ithan just grinned like the puppy he was. “But they’ve become a huge part of my life, and I want to thank them both for putting all of this together for me.” Everyone applauded until Ruhn fell backwards on the couch next to Dec, releasing a gust of air and smirking.

“Dec, I think we better find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” This time, everyone laughed and though you felt embarrassment heating your face, your eyes also caught Flynn’s, then Ithan’s. Maybe Ruhn was right. Maybe Bryce and Marc were right.

—

Everyone left in about an hour. Everyone but Flynn and Ithan. You had started to clean up the living room, not willing to leave all of the work to the males. Especially not after all they did.

“You should not be cleaning Tiny. This is your party.” You turned towards Flynn, grinning. He walked towards you, and in a display of boldness, or maybe comfort, you draped your arms on his shoulders. Your hands came together around his neck, and as he tilted your chin up, your hands played with the short hairs falling onto his neck.

“I’m pretty sure the party’s over Flynn.” Flynn hummed in acknowledgment and dipped his head lower, lower, lower, towards your lips.

“Always so astute Tiny.” Then, finally, Flynn kissed you. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, and Flynn luxuriated in the kiss, in your lips. Here was the kiss you’d been dreaming and daydreaming about for the past three months. The kiss that curled your toes and sent fire rushing through your veins. Finally, finally—

“Finally.” You giggled at Flynn’s words against your lips. “Come to bed with me, baby?” Your heart jumped at the endearment again, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around Flynn’s waist as he lifted you closer to him. He kissed your neck as he walked you up the steps, into his room. He had you back down on the bed before you could even think about the last time you were in his room.

Flynn plastered himself onto you without hesitation, nuzzling your neck and nipping your ear.

“Is this okay Tiny?” You nodded frantically, and he continued kissing your skin, first down your neck, then to your chest, right above your tits. “Is this okay baby?” You nodded again. Annoyed at the absence of his lips. He chuckled and returned his attention to your skin nipping and sucking and driving your out of your mind.

Flynn moved further still, pulling off your clothes with ease and caressing your stomach with a hand, then a kiss, then another kiss lower and lower and —

“Burning Solas Flynn!” He nipped at your clit before lifting his head.

“Say my name Tiny.” He locked his stare with yours, then gave your pussy an experimental lick. Your hips jerked up, but Flynn braced his forearm over your them, holding you in place. “My name baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He dipped down to lick into you again and you keened.

“T, please.” You’d liked hearing the short name coming out of Ithan’s mouth and had been dying to try it since you first heard it. Apparently, it was not what Flynn was looking for. He nipped at your clit again, the pain curling your toes until it melted into pleasure as you did your best to push your pussy onto his face, chasing more of his tongue and teeth and lips.

“Not quite.” You whined.

“You let Ithan call you T, why can’t I call you T?”

“Because,” Flynn gripped your thighs and pulled your closer to his face as his stare heated your body. “My name belongs in your mouth baby.” Then, Flynn dipped his head back to your pussy and licked and sucked and—

“Tristan! Fuck” And apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Flynn—Tristan ate you out until all you could think was ‘oh Gods, oh Tristan, oh my fucking gods.’ By the time you came, your hands were deep in his hair and your legs were locked around his ears. Tristan lapped up every single bit of your orgasm, happy to have your legs wrapped around his head for as long as you wanted.

When you finally released your legs he crawled up your body with a goofy grin.

“What did you think baby?” Even though he just gave you a five star orgasm, you couldn’t resist messing with him, just a little bit. So instead of giving any short verbal answer, you shrugged. That set him off enough to tickle you, and you did not think this through. You shrieked through laughter as his fingers dances along your sides and your kicked fruitlessly between his braced legs. Finally you slapped his arms to get his attention.

“I gotta pee Tristan! I gotta pee!” You were still mid giggle when he stopped, face soft with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you go because you called me Tristan.” You rolled your eyes at his proclamation.

“You’re ridiculous.” He hummed in agreement and rolled off of you so you could get off the bed.

You stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Tristan laughing at your baby deer impression, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Flushed, eyes bright, happy. Happy, happy, happy. You peed and while you were washing your hands, Tristan pulled the door open. You turned off the sink and dried your hands as he crowded closer, lifting you to sit on the counter.

“You were taking too long.” You grinned as he leaned in to kiss you and lost yourself his lips for a bit. Soon enough, Tristan was rocking into the crook of your legs, his clothed cock pressing against your increasingly wet pussy. You moaned his name, and Tristan growled, rocking against you a bit firmer.

“We should—” you gasped as he pushed against you again “We should take a shower.” Tristan groaned and you began to pull off his shirt. “Seriously, I want a shower.” You ran your hands down his chest and reached for the fly of his jeans “I want a shower with you Tristan.” You began pushing the jeans down his legs, leaning into him further to whisper in his ear. “Please, Tristan.” That was all it took.

Tristan wrapped your legs around him as he turned, stalked into the shower and yanked the knob to turn it on. You yelped as the cold water his your skin. Tristan let out a low rumbling laugh as he sucked your neck. “You wanted a shower baby.” Then he pressed you against the wall, dropped to his knees and lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You’d be the first to say you wasted a lot of water.

Tristan didn’t let your legs touch the shower floor until you were begging for more. The water had long gone cold as you tried to focus on seeing rather than feeling. Tristan rose up, cock standing at attention, and wrapped your arms around his neck. With his eyes locked on yours, Tristan guided himself to your pussy and pushed in, past the tightest ring of muscles in your wet heat until he bottomed out.

“Burning fucking Solas Tristan.” He could only groan in response, stilling even more as you began to wiggle on his cock, urging him to move. You were full to bursting and need him to move. “Please.” Before he could start pounding into you like you both wanted, Ithan walked in, headphones blasting music loud enough that you could hear it over the sounds of the shower, completely oblivious to the two of you. Well, he was, until he took breath and scented the air.

His eyes flashed to yours then traveled down your neck and chest, catching on Tristan’s back and…ass, you assumed. Tristan rested his head against your neck for a second then slowly pulled you off of his cock. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, head leaning back against the tiled wall. Tristan guided you to your feet, and turned to Ithan.

“Hi Pup.” Ithan swallowed, and stared at the both of you, transfixed. “Tiny and I are taking a shower, do you want to join us?” Ithan nodded silently, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs. Tristan moved you in front of him, and he dipped his fingers into your pussy for just a moment. You gasped, leaning back into his touch. “Great, you can help me make sure Tiny gets clean.” You whipped your head towards him, but he only stared at Ithan.

“Tiny, baby, can you help Ithan get ready for the shower?” You nodded, carefully stepping out of the shower and towards Ithan. Pushing yourself up on your tip toes so that you could kiss him while you slid his shirt off, kissing down his chest while you pushed his pants down his legs, kneeling further to nuzzle your face at his hips as you pulled off his briefs and pressed a kiss to the left of his thick cock. He had more girth than Tristan, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

One little lick couldn’t hurt, and you didn’t have the self control anyways. Grabbing Ithan’s cock, you licked a wet line on the underside of his cock savoring the taste of the precut dripping down. Ithan groaned, but before he could do anything, Tristan spoke.

“Pup, come put Tiny on my cock.” Without question, Ithan lifted you in his arms, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You whimpered as he walked, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abs. When he made it to the shower, and lifted you towards Tristan you could see a string of your wetness reaching from his abdomen to your pussy. The sight was enough to make all of you groan, and as Ithan lifted you back towards Tristan you dropped your head back onto Tristan’s shoulder.

“Good boy, Pup.” Ithan let out a whimper, and a pump of precum slipped down his shaft. Your pussy clenched in solidarity. Tristan gripped your thighs, spreading you open right in front of Ithan. “Hold my cock still for her Pup.” You couldn’t see much as Tristan lowered you back onto his cock, but you couldn’t help the breathless wail that escaped when he dropped you onto the last few inches.

You felt Tristan’s groan rumble from his chest to your back, and you tried to breathe normally. With Tristan filling you up and Ithan playing with your tits, it didn’t really work. Ithan groaned, and you noticed he was gripping his cock in front of you, staring straight at the point where you and Tristan were joined.

“T, please.”

“You’re both so polite when you want to get fucked aren’t you?” Before you could snipe at him, Tristan fucked into you one, two, three times. Hard. “Pup, I want you to get on your knees and clean Tiny’s thighs and pussy up. She’s made quite the mess.” Ithan dropped to his knees just like Tristan directed, and began lapping at your thighs. As you relaxed into the feeling, Tristan began to move, fucking up into you. By the time Ithan got to your clit, you were well and truly floating.

“Great job Pup, I think you deserve a reward.” Ithan rested his head on your thigh as Tristan continued to coo. “Don’t you think Ithan deserves a reward Tiny?” You nodded, dazed. Tristan lowered your legs to the ground and leaned you forward. You whimpered at the feeling of Tristan’s dick pushing deeper into you. “Stand up Pup. Let Tiny clean you up now.” Tristan grabbed your left arm for leverage as he resumed fucking into you, and you used your other to reach for Ithan’s cock.

You started at the tip, licking the precum away and savoring the taste. You listened as everyone’s moans echoed off the bathroom tiles and when Ithan grabbed your head, you sank deep into that floating feeling. You licked down the rest of his shaft, and sucked him down so far you felt him in the back of your throat. It wasn’t long until Ithan was groaning just a little bit louder than you and Tristan.

“Ready to come Pup?” You couldn’t see his answer, but you felt Ithan tense under your hand, and within seconds, he was filling your mouth. Ithan switched from holding your head to stroking your hair, and allowed you to suck until he was so sensitive he had to pull out of your mouth himself. As soon as Ithan pulled out, Tristan began fucking you in earnest. You closed your eyes as Ithan caressed your face. Soon enough, you were ready to cum, and Tristan could tell, he slowed his pace and pulled you back up against his chest. Ithan followed, stepping back into the tub, pressing his chest to yours and nuzzling into your neck.

“Pup, you want to help Tiny come hard don’t you?” You felt Ithan nod against your neck. “Then I need you to rub her little clit, while I finish fucking her tight little pussy.” You whimpered at the words. “Can you do that for us Pup?”

“Yeah T.” Ithan’s voice was raw and low. Nearly a subvocal growl, but he didn’t seem to notice, merely planting his hand on your belly and brushing his thumb across your clit. You jolted at the feeling and Tristan resumed his pace. It took you seconds to fall off the edge and you pulled Tristan along with you easily.

The three of you panted together, you sandwiched between the two men you’d been dreaming about for months, fucked beyond belief, and so freaking happy.

“I think we should all get to my bed and rest up before round two. What do you think Tiny? Pup?” Tristan accented your nicknames with a nip at your cheek causing you and Ithan to giggle before breaking out into laughter, stumbling to Tristan’s bedroom to do exactly as suggested.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I wasn’t seeing enough Tristan fic honestly, and decided to write my own. I was def inspired by ‘And They Were Roommates’ by @vermillionflames and this ask by @writingsbychlo (I’ve absolutely devoured their Azriel fics so I’m not surprised at least one of them inspired me 🤷🏾‍♀️) cause it was just so cute! 

I also saw this amazing art and took one look at Flynn’s wiki picture and knew I couldn’t resist writing this one. I’m not really a smut writer (I’m definitely a smut reader 😏) so I hope it was okay!

🍪 If you want the recipe to the cookies you and Ithan make, you can find it here. They are so fucking good y’all, totally worth the effort! 

Happy reading (and baking)!

[1eos]

Sorry but I feel crazy for feeling :/ about how now people are going "make noise about this! Spread the word about what is happening! Make it know that this is bad!" About this like where was this energy for black folk 😭 feels so complicated like yes its fucked up but also am i crazy for feeling mad about how people ignore shit when it happens to black people but suddenly when it happens to white people then the whole site shouts about it? 😭 sucks because you can't even complain about it because YOU KNOW you will get people calling you names for it 😭 sorry I feel more complex feelings and sorry I feel more annoyed than anything 😭 I am one of the bad ones if I said "it sucks that everyone is ignoring the racism because this is happening to a white trans person" I would still be in the wrong to them and they'll point at me and call psyop 😭😭😭😭😭

youre not bad and you're not crazy either. cuz in the end of the day nothing's gonna get done if you won't listen to black ppl 🤷🏾‍♀️ as they say you're only as strong as your weakest link if you have someone in your community that is free to be attacked at will you're giving an in for everyone to be attacked. someone already made a post comparing the two situations but its similar to sex workers raising the alarm about how websites were trying to censor them and how it would only get worse if ppl allowed it and ppl really fell for the 'protecting kids' rhetoric and now here we are with that crazy kosa censorship bill. when ppl just straight up ignored that staff has the ability to moderate and go scorched earth but only want to do it against ppl they don't like and those ppl seemingly being anyone black :) that SHOULDVE been when non blacks woke tf up and started pushing back bc if u allow it to happen to one group of ppl its def gonna keep happening

and you, and anyone else who feels some time of way abt this, aren't in the wrong for feeling that way! its actually annoying as hell 😭😭😭 its like someone handing you the answers to a test but you still fucking fail bc you don't respect the ppl who gave it to you. and we all obvs feel bad for the ppl getting deleted and when it comes to the ppl actually being deleted they really aren't the problem. its the ppl on tumblr who rally around them saying stupid shit like 'this has never been done before' yes it has and im willing to bet YOU were reblogging those posts calling black ppl russian psyops for having an opinion thats beyond blue good red bad! and this lack of respect for people who will always be one of the first to face repercussion is why we can't get shit done bc after tumblr banned black ppl and erased the ferguson and blm tags nonblacks turned around and were encouraging folks to give this bigoted ass website money bc you have to 'support your favorite hellsite' girl what......

[tisaolin]

Hello fellow mk fan. I saw you were a new blog. And didn't have much kontent. So i wanted to be a first ask if you didn't mind.

Maybe something simple like fluffy relationship hcs for kung lao,shang tsung and hanzo hasashi?

Gender neutral pronouns are preferred. But it's ok if you don't feel comfortable i didn't see any preferences to that. (I go by she/they so im ok with either of those pronouns but i try to keep it gender neutral so that others may enjoy them too)

Also i hope you find lots of love in this smol fandom. 💖 hope you have an amazing new year too.

AWWW kisses 😘

Various mk characters fluffy Headcannons

Pairing : Shang Tsung, Kung Lao, Hanzo Hasashi

Warnings: Slightly suggestive 🤡, language

Shang Tsung

Believe it or not Shang Tsung is a softie and u can’t tell me otherwise 🙄

Hes also a Tsundere so his love language is probably bullying and degrading but he wont take it too far

I imagine when you’re mad Shang Tsung stubbornly cuddles you “Tch, are seriously mad for no reason? 👹ITS NOT FOR NO REASON!! Yea, yea 🙄come here” thats pretty much how it goes down🤷🏾‍♀️

I think Shang Tsung is truly happy when you guys are together and he starts showing off his creations (including mileena 😘)

If Shang Tsung was to rule outworld there is no doubt he’ll execute all of your foes and make you his emperess

People often judge due to the age gap but Shang Tsung gives no fucks 🙅🏾‍♀️he’ll just take their soul

Spoils you to death because money gotta be spent somehow 🤷🏾‍♀️

Kung lao

They do him so wrong 🥺 he just need some love

PDA!!! He just love intertwining his fingers with your with the BIGGEST SMILE on his face, taking you wherever he goes

He definitely tries one-uping Liu Kang and showing off for you 🤭tell me otherwise

He likee blowing raspberries on your belly because I said so😾 “RAHH *blows raspberries* OH MY GOSH!! KUNG LAO!!”

CUDDLES 🥺thats all im gonna say

Pranks and giggle fits!! Everyone is so tired of it to the point where Raiden separates you two and lectures him on being distracted

Chest pillow!! Either you fall asleep on his chest, or he sleeps on yours🤷🏾‍♀️simple

He likes showing you off 🥺

HANZO HASASHI/SCORPION

I feel he’s still abit traumatized from his previous family so he’s very protective of you!!

Omg!! Husband material fr!!!

He likes to give you massages after a long day

It’s hard making him smile but you managed to Make him chuckle a few times

He’s not a big fan of pda but if you want to hug him or hold his hand he’s down

He likes watching you frolic around and doing your thing 😍 it’s peak entertainment for him

Unlike Kung lao, he prefers to lay in your lap

He loves when you play in his hair, it’s an eye rolling on the back of his head sensation

[izicodes]

woah! just saw your bio change to software engineer. how did you transition? is it any different than web dev?

i also went on a TikTok rabbit hole and people are saying it’s useless to learn html/css and it’s not an actual language. honestly idk why I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job…

it’s gonna take YEARS for me to have a career, i feel old… especially with no degree

Hiya! 🩶

This is a long reply so I answered your question in sections below! But in the end, I hope this helps you! 🙆🏾‍♀️

🔮 "How did you transition?"

So, yeah my old job title was "Junior Web Developer" at a finance firm, and now my new title is "Frontend Software Engineer"! In terms of transition, I didn't make too much of a change.

After I quit my old job, I focused more on Frontend technologies that were relevant, so I focused on React.js and Node.js. I used YouTube, books, and Codeacademy. My first React project was >> this Froggie project <<~! Working on real-life projects such as the volunteering job I did (only for a month) where they used the technologies I was learning. So basically I did this:

decides to learn react and node 🤷🏾‍♀️

"oh wait let me find some volunteering job for developers where they use the tech I am learning so I can gain some real-life experience 🤔"

experienced developers in the team helped me with other technologies such as UI tools, and some testing experience 🙆🏾‍♀️

I did the volunteering work for both fun and learning with experienced developers and... I was bored and wanted to feel productive again... 😅

So for transitioning, I focused on learning the new technologies I wanted to work in and got some work experience (though it was volunteering) to back up if I can work in an environment with the tech. I still live with my family so I could do the volunteering job and have time to self-study whilst being okay financially (though I was tight with money haha) 😅👍🏾

🔮 "Is it any different than web dev?"

The old job was focused on using C# and SQL (including HTML, CSS, and JavaScript but fairly small) to make the websites, they were fairly basic websites for clients to use just to navigate their information needed. They weren't fancy cool web design because they didn't need to be, which was what made me bored of the job and wanted a change.

I am only a week into the job and have been working on small tickets (features for the site), but I think after a month or two into the job I will make a proper judgment on the difference~! So far, it's kind of the same thing I did in my old job but with new workflow tools, React-based projects, and funny people to work with 😅🙌🏾

🔮 "People are saying it’s useless to learn HTML/CSS and it’s not an actual language."

Yes HTML is a markup language and CSS is a stylesheet but they are the foundation of like 90% of the websites on the internet, I wouldn't ever call them "useless". Frameworks such as React, Django, Flask, etc still require HTML and CSS code to make the website's structure and styling. CSS frameworks like Tailwind and Bootstrap 5 still use CSS as their base/foundation. Not useless at all.

Don't focus on what other people are doing and focus on your own learning. I repeat this all the time on my blog. Just because one or a couple people online said one technology is useless doesn't mean it is (this is applied to most things in tech). Someone told me jQuery was entirely useless and no bother learning it - I did it anyway and it helped me better understand JavaScript. Anyhoo, try things YOURSELF before listening to what people say - make your own judgment. Not going to let a random Tech bro online whine about how annoying Python or C or whatever is to ruin my want to learn something. (This is all coming from a girl who loves web development very much's point of view :D)

🔮 "I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job"

Web Dev route, I love it! That's literally the same steps I would have taken if I had to start again~! For each new tech you learn, make a bunch of projects to 1) prove to yourself that you can apply what you've learned 2) experience 3) fill that portfolio~! 😎🙌🏾

With Angular and React, I would pick one or the other and focus on being really good at it before learning another framework!

I also recommend volunteering jobs, freelancing, helping a small business out with free/paid m

Lastly, you do not need a degree to get a job in Web Development. I mean look at me? My apprenticeship certificate is the same value as finishing school at 18, so in the UK it would be A-Levels, and I completed it at the ripe age of 21! I have no degree, I applied for university and got a place but I will give that space up for someone else, I'm not ready for university just yet! haha... (plus erm it's expensive at the end, what? even for the UK...). Sure, I used to avoid the job postings that were like "You need a computer science degree" but now if I were job searching I would apply regardless.

People switching careers in their 40s going into tech instead are making it, you can switch anytime in your lifetime if you have the means to! (everyone's situation is different I understand).

I'm not too good at giving advice but I hope in the rambling I made some sense? But yeah that's all! 😎

[destinyc1020]

My personal opinion on this is that after 2020 and the blm movement there was a regression with the tolerance of black stories and media with the white public. There was that sudden fake diversity and then back to normal. A lot of young people started to also join Standoms forcing the public’s attention and commanding the media. Look at Taylor swift, look at Ariana look at z, Selena, Tom, Timothy, even elordi (he literally just got here but his virality and quick stans he acquired in his short time), Jenna Ortega as well she is new but the fan base is strong. These people have big enough dedicated currency with the public. They are literally walking money to the studios. Now i know all the dark skinned people you mentioned are talented and even have more critical acclaim than the above but do they have a dedicated fan base? That is a no. So even if they are talented studios stopped taking risks. Which is why love him or hate him what Jamie Lloyd did with casting Fran is the type of move directors should be making. He could have casted a less talented white or mixed actress but he went with Fran and despite the racists harassing her and what kind of attention it brought he went for it. Most casting directors will not do that and are not willing to go there and take the risk if that makes sense. They are looking at the money and the awards that is all.

Hmm.... That's a very interesting take Anon.

I personally feel like the intolerance happened long before the pandemic, but I'll agree with you that the pandemic didn't help, neither did having tRump in office for 4 years help either. 🙄

But really, this has been going on long before then. It's been a steady decline if you ask me. 🤷🏾‍♀️

You're right though, that some of the newer actors out here have garnered HUGE massive fanbases in such a short period of time, even before ever leading a major motion picture film on the big screen. Some of it is due to social media, others is due to the "personality" of the actor and who the fans think they are, and for others, it might just be pure LUCK (either people like you, or they don't 🤷🏾‍♀️).

The sad part is that aside from Zendaya, who was able to gain a very huge fanbase from Disney starting a very young age, MOST black actors (even the famous ones) never come nearly as close to having a huge fanbase like their white counterparts. That's the problem! America doesn't support black actors like they do white actors. Just go on Instagram and look up 4 well-known, award winning, critically acclaimed actors. I guarantee you that they still don't have half as many followers as some of their white counterparts who have LESS fame, less talent, and less recognition. It's smthg I've noticed for years. 😔

Re: Fran....

While I def agree with you that Hollywood should def take more risks, at the same time, I'm not sure we can really compare theater to film. The film industry can be quite different from the theater industry.

With a film, a huge studio is usually financially backing up a filming project, so they definitely want to see their money put to good use and yield good results and a major PROFIT.

With theater, you don't have that type of pressure.

The reason why a lot of films are remakes, huge IPs, or reboots, is largely in part because studios know that those types of films are typically a sure thing, and will be more certain to yield a good profit.

[brienneoftarth1989]

“Ohhhh please something with Brienne of Tarth, maybe Reader is a princess who sees Brienne being sold as a slave and saves her I don’t know 🤷🏾‍♀️” - unmeisenpai

You Belong to Me

Brienne of Tarth x f reader

Summary: - Your father is the King of the Seven Kingdoms making you his heir. Your father takes you to a slave auction where you meet Brienne. You decide to buy the tall beauty wondering what you will do with her.

Warnings: mentions slavery and implies rape.

Requests open

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“Father, do I have to come?” You asked as you left the throne room and headed out to the horse and carriage. “Yes y/n you do! You are my heir and therefore you need to know this stuff. We are preparing for a war and we are running out of men to fight in our army” your father said with his stern voice. “But father I don’t understand why would we buy more men when we can just recruit them from the city?” You were confused at how this was a smart decision. In your mind it made more sense to recruit young men and train them instead of paying all this money for trained men. I mean I get the logic but it just puts us in more debt. “Look you will understand one day when you are the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms but until that day comes stop questioning me and just observe” your father said getting into the carriage with you following pursuit.

“I apologise father. I will not question you again. But may I ask where we will be travelling too?” You asked making yourself comfortable for the journey ahead. “We are heading for as many slave markets as we can over the next few months. The more men we can recruit over this period of time the better. If I had it my way we would travel to every slave market in Westeros but we don’t have time to do that. We have been given five months to get to as many as we can so you better make yourself comfortable because this is going to be a long journey.”

It took about a week before you arrived at the first slave market and to be honest you were kind of disappointed. You had pictured in your head that there would be hundreds of chained men waiting to be sold but when you arrived at this little slave market there were only ten. “Father, please do not tell me that all of the slave markets are like this! If this is the case it is not worth going to anymore” You moaned. “Y/n! Will you stop questioning me! No they will not all be like this. This is the first of many. Some of the markets we attended may only have a few for sale. Some may have as many as a hundred. It all depends on how many slaves they have. This is a start. They may look like a small number but the quicker we get to these slave markets the quicker we can build our army” your father protested.

That was it now. Your father was a stubborn man. He thinks this is a brilliant idea but you can see it all blowing up in his face. You follow your father over to the master of the slaves that were available to buy. “How much do you want for them all?” Your father asked. “One golden dragon per slave” the master said, holding his hand out in front of him waiting for your father to either hand over the money or not. After some thinking your father got out the coins and handed them over as the master gave him the chained slaves and the keys. This is going to be a disaster and you knew it. Your father ordered some of his men to start heading back to the city and they were to return again once the slaves were in their cells. This way your father could save on food as he didn’t have to worry about feeding the slaves.

Over the next coming weeks you stopped off at six more slave markets. The biggest one you have come across so far has had fifty slaves for sale. You saw this as a pointless task. There were plenty of men back at the city that could’ve been trained up to fight in the army and yet here we are spending months on the roads and spending all the city's money on these men that have minimal training. I think father believes that these men are going to be like the unsullied but he is far from right. As you came up to the next slave market you could see this was a lot larger than the rest and there were both men and women for sale. You knew father wouldn’t buy any female slaves to fight in his army because he believes that they can’t fight even though he is training you to become the future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

Your carriage came to a halt and you jumped out following behind your father. He goes straight over to the men while you look around the market because at this point you were just fed up and wanted to go home. You were about to head back to the horse and carriage but you were stopped by the sight of this beautiful tall blonde woman. You were entranced by her and you knew you couldn’t leave her behind for some pig of a man to buy her to most likely just use her for sex. You find the master of the woman in the area. “How much for the tall blonde?” You asked. The pig of a man looked you up and down “what do you want with her? I doubt you could even afford her!” He stated giving you a smug look. “Well if you give me a price I will be able to tell you if I can afford her” you said smirking back at him. “140 silver stags” he stated looking straight into your eyes to see if he could work out if you could afford her.

“Easy” you said, grabbing the money out of your pocket and handing it over to the master. He was shocked that you even had the money to afford her. “Now give me her key and we will be on our way. He rummaged around for her key before tossing it your way. “I really don’t know how you can afford a slave,” he stated. “Because I am the future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. That is how I can afford her” you smirked before grabbing the woman you now owned and walked away. You were about to head off to the carriage but before you could even make it in that direction you heard your father call out to you. “Y/n why in the Seven Kindoms have you gone and bought yourself a slave. You couldn’t even have bought a male one. At least then he could’ve fought in our army” he moaned at you, clearly disappointed in your life choices. “I bought her because I wanted to. She will be coming with us for the rest of our journey whether you like it or not” you turned to your new slave “come on sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up” you said to her glancing up before pulling her by her hand rather than her chains to your carriage.

“So tell me what is your name and how did you end up in this situation?” You asked, pulling her into your carriage. “Well my name is Brienne of Tarth and as for how I got in this situation I was taken hostage and passed around from castle to castle. I was eventually sold to the masters where I was used until they finally had enough of me” she said, starting to sob. “Oh I’m so sorry Brienne. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just curious how someone as beautiful as you could end up in a situation like that” you said placing a hand on her leg. “So what do you plan to do with me?” Brienne asked. “I plan to do nothing with you. I brought you your freedom” you said, picking up the key and unlocking her chains letting the metal hit the floor.

She looked at you with confusion and shock and then she started to cry. “I don’t understand. Why would you do that?” She asked. “Because I wanted to save you Brienne. No one no matter what they have done in their past deserves to be treated like that. It’s not called for. Now come on Brienne let’s get you back to the city. Stay here while I go and find my father. I won’t be long.” You leave Brienne in your carriage while you head off to find your father. You find him amongst the masters preparing to buy more slaves for his army. “Father a word once you have finished speaking” you said to him. He pulled you aside “what is it y/n?” He asked. “I’m going back home with the slaves you're sending back. I’ve had enough of this journey and I would like to get Brienne cleaned up.” You said telling your father rather than asking. “Who is Brienne?” He asked. “My slave that I bought. I’m taking her back to the city so I just wanted to say goodbye to you now.” You said to him turning on your heels and walking back to the carriage where you left Brienne.

You open up the carriage door to see Brienne sitting where you left her gazing around the carriage before her eyes landing on you. “Come on sweet one. We are going back to the city tonight. I will be honest it will most likely take a month before we arrive but it’s better than travelling further away without getting you cleaned up” you said to her grabbing a wolf skin so she could wrap herself in it. “We will head off today. Hopefully the sooner we head off the sooner we can get back” you said getting ready to leave sooner rather than later.

Over the next month you, Brienne, your fathers slaves and some of his men travel back to the city. Over the course of the journey you and Brienne became a lot closer and an unlikely friendship formed between the two of you. You learnt a lot about each other. Brienne loved to fight and she was actually really good at it. You asked one of your guards to let her borrow one of their swords so she could show me what skills she has. Turns out she is better than some of the best trained men in the army. She would be a great asset to our army but you knew that you wouldn’t force her to fight unless she actually wanted too. You also learnt that she was a knight but due to being captured and made a slave they stripped her of all her titles. You were to make sure as soon as you were back in the city that all of her previous titles would be restored.

As you arrived home you thanked your fathers men before heading up in the direction of the castle while they headed in the direction of the cells where the rest of the slaves are currently being kept. You took Brienne up to the communal baths so she could finally get cleaned up. “Here you go Brienne. I’ve made sure that no one else will enter. Take as long as you need in here even if you just want to relax. I will be back in a little bit to come get you to show you to your room” you said to her. “Thank you so much y/n you have been so kind to me. I thank you for saving me. Who knew what would’ve happened if some pig of a man bought me. I’m glad it was you who rescued me” she said to you with a small smile on her pale dirty face. “I will be back soon” you said as you turned around and headed up to your own room to find something for Brienne to change into.

After about an hour you decided to head back down to the baths to check on Brienne. You knocked on the door and slowly entered to see Brienne quickly put her top over her damp body. “Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. Just wanted to check on you. Did you enjoy your bath?” You asked blushing due to the amount of skin you just saw. “Yes it was lovely y/n. I do thank you for allowing me to clean up.”

“Well let’s get you to your room” you suggested as you guided Brienne through the castle and up to her room which was conveniently next to yours. Brienne gasped as you entered, clearly not prepared for the luxury of the room. “I’ve laid out some clothes for you that I believe should fit. If they don’t please let me know and I will have some tailored for you” you said to her showing her the clothes that you had left on her bed. “Thank you y/n, I really don’t know what to say”

“Don’t say anything Brienne. It’s the least I could do for you. I also wanted to let you know all your previous titles will also be restored. You shouldn’t be stripped of them just because you were forced into slavery. I’m also currently having a suit of armour and sword custom made for you. Once it is ready you are more than welcome to leave and head back on your journey wherever that may be now that you're a free woman” you smiled at her trying not to let the disappointment swarm your face at the thought of your new friend leaving to continue their journey that they were on before they were enslaved.

“Actually y/n, I’ve decided to stay here if that is ok with you. I would love to become your personal knight. You saved my life and it would be my honour to protect yours from this moment forward” she said standing to her full height and walking over to you placing a hand on both sides of your shoulder.

“I would love that Brienne. I will make sure you will always have a place at my table and never let you go without food. I will never ask anything of you that may bring your name dishonour. I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us” you said with a smile from ear to ear.

“Me either your grace” she said smiling just as wide as you were. You couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring for you both.

[tododeku-or-bust]

Any thoughts on why most of the characters in Hades 2 have Jersey Shore tans? Are these characters really supposed to be Black or it is just racist game designers trying to make their characters more exotic (overt racism) or "inclusive" (wanting to be seen as supporting diversity but doesn't actually care and puts in no effort)? Or is it just the video game industry's inherent racism forcing most game designers to make their characters Black coded to get past the censors?

First, I CACKLED at Jersey Shore tans 🤣

To be honest with you, ever since they dropped that first og style Apollo sprite I have not gone out of my way to see anything about that game. Everything that I've seen has been either from blogs I follow, or sent to me directly. So I can't tell you what every single character looks like other than the ones I've seen. They got until I see his new sprite for me to invest in this game. Bc not in 2024, not when I know Supergiant could do better if they actually tried.

(sidebar, Personally I think Artemis' new design is a severe downgrade. Didn't know what I had til I lost it. Put the feral back in that woman.)

First, tbh, I don't think any of the characters I've seen so far in 2 are "supposed to be Black" except Apollo. I don't have an issue with white people with tans. I have an issue with people telling me those white people with tans are supposed to be Black 😅 and again, except for old boy, I haven't seen that in 2 so far. I don't think they did it for "diversity" reasons, I just think they thought the tans were cool, which is fine. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Idk what you mean by censors, but there's no "wall" saying game studios, including Supergiant, can't have actual Black characters lmao. There's no need for "coding". And Eurydice in the first game was Black coded and her design was great! I often wonder if it was by accident!

The issue is money. These studios publish games because they want to make a profit. And that profit often means catering to your fan base, who hold said funds. If you know the majority of your fans aren't going to care about the accuracy of Black characters, you put less effort into them. They know they can drop a poorly designed or written Black character in front of their audiences bc they know the majority of the audience doesn't care. Be damned if it's the right thing to do for those of us who DO care and who DO deserve to see ourselves done right by. That's where the racism comes into play.

Like think about it- how often has anyone ever said "what a poorly drawn White man" bc that white man "didn't look white"? Why then should we settle for less lmao

[talkingtea]

It's the way she's seemingly so confident in the picture with his sister. 😕 It's been established to him & his family she doesn't care about being the sidechick & she moves as if they should be proud she's sticking by his side. We see him for who he is, but unfortunately in our community as far as family dynamics go, he's the breadwinner, & somewhat famous, so he's put on a pedestal by them. To me Candice seems to be trying to one up his "wife", that's why she doesn't mind being posted by the sister now, & when they're apart she's thirst trapping to show him what he's still got when he's done playing house his estranged wife. Look as an actress I'm still rooting for her career if she ever decides to come back, but as far as what she's doing privately now, its a sad situation she's put herself in & it surely isn't cute, but I've never been one to put celebs on pedestals because they're just people living their lives just with more money & influence, but at the same time so many of them use those 2 things as a means to validate themselves over deep-rooted issues that those same things can never truly fix.🤷🏾‍♀️ Happy New Year, Tea! 💞🎆

☕️☕️☕️

And Happy New Year’s to you as well ❤️

[limeade-l3sbian]

Why do radfems conveniently forget that female socialization, and societal pressure exist when it's convenient for them.

We make girls insecure by bombarding them with impossible standards that they will never be able to reach, we reward girls who do conform, and partake in beauty rituals and whatnot and AS A RESULT, girls see this and adapt their behavior, clothing, appearance and sometimes even interest to be treated decently and then radfems see this and have the nerve to go "why are women resorting to cosmetic procedures, just let yourself age gracefully" "stop wearing makeup to inspire other women" "stop saving don't give them your money" as if it was that fucking easy, as if we're supposed to ignore all the pressure we're subjected to and pretend it doesn't happen or doesn't affect us. Like come on we're women here we know what it's like. You know damn well if you were to go over a certain BMI you'd be treated like a monster. Like I'm not a bad person or anti feminist for not wanting to have a hard life, and it is not my responsibility to make women feel comfortable in their own skin like this is crazy I didn't subject women to males oppression why is it on me to make it stop.

We condition women and girls to put up with shitty male behavior, to take up less space, to not make a fuss etc.., so when you see a woman complaining about her shitty boyfriend/husband why is your first fucking thought "omg just leave him" as if it was that fucking easy. I've even seen a loooot of radfems say "if you partner up with a man don't be surprised about what happens to you, don't expect any help me from me, you knew what was gonna happen".

Like radfems do acknowledge that female socialization is a thing but how dare women be affected by it.

As individualistic and selfish libfems are, I've never seen them look down on or mock a woman for just trying to survive in a patriarchal world.

You can ignore this like I get it you don't owe me a reasone like im just so tired do radfems belive that women should be faultless and perfect in order for them to discuss issues or dip their toes into radfeminism. Shits already hard enough what do you want from us

No, I won't ignore. Because what you're saying is correct and reasonable. 🤷🏾‍♀️

A lot of radfems have an unfortunate disconnect, and often judge reality by the parameters of idealism.

I don't think the "age gracefully" and "stop wearing makeup" things are judgements (at least they shouldn't be) so much as they are encouraging rally cries, if that makes sense? At least by the women I follow, that's what they mean. It's certainly what I mean. I think there is a lot of judgement passed on women who, like a lot of us at one time, play our part in the patriarchy. I think radfems can be chronically online as well, and that's when you get these needlessly judgemental or "easy fix" (i.e. "just leave your boyfriend") posts.

That's why it's important to balance out your online voice with your real world one. We actively live in this society so to suggest one can be completely removed from its influences is naive. We will defend the actions of women of the past as victims of oppression yet simultaneously pass judgement on a woman making feminist points because she's wearing makeup? I hope I never come off as someone who thinks this community is perfect. But I think it's problems she fixable and redeemable. I think the biggest issues we're dealing with are ego and chronic onlineness (don't think that's a word but you get it).

I fully understand that it's not your fault that men oppress us. So why should it be your job to make it stop? Well, I think that's just a matter of community more so than shifting responsibility. Men are not going to turn their backs on a system that benefits them so much. And if men aren't going to do it, then we (not just you), have to do it ourselves.

I'm rambling now but yeah, this community ain't perfect. We've got a few leaks we need to focus on instead of babies on planes, but I've got hope. 💜

[marleyybluu]

If you don’t mind please tell us non Caribbean a little more about y about your little island. Do you ever miss it and wanna go back? What are things like for you back home? What are you guys known for etc

I love talking about my likkle island 🥹

Saint Vincent has the sweetest breeze and that’s my favourite thing because every car ride used to have me knocked out like we haven’t come out of the yard yet and I’m sleep. The beaches are beautiful, the food is great.

My people… can be rude but honestly so sweet at the same time lmao.

I do miss it. The last time we went was 2019 and I’ve been thinking about it every day since then. We might go back this year (fingers crossed that the money is there)

I won’t lie things back home are not the best. But everyone is struggling everywhere let’s face it yk.

Saint Vincent (imo) isn’t known for a lot or known at all. Because it’s so small like anyone I mention it too has no idea that it exists lol unless the person is Grenadian or Saint Lucian, then they have no idea. I can’t even say we have the best soca cus honestly, Trinidad takes that one

But I’d like to think we have the best breadfruit🤷🏾‍♀️

[highpriestess13]

If you would like to book a reading with me, here’s the link ⬇️. If you’re unable to purchase from my website due to finances, you can message me and we can work out a plan. Please do keep in mind that these messages are for the collective, with that being said, not every message is going to resonate with you, if you’re feeling lost/ confused with a reading then more than likely the message/ reading isn’t for you & that’s alright! Take things with a grain of sugar! 😊

Is the person from your past coming back? 👀

Yes but not in the way that you think. This person could be a water sign but it could be any sign honestly. Whoever you were dealing with in the past is a gold digger they probably were in the past or this is the energy that they’re coming in towards you with. If they do physically decide to come back you’re going to move on from them… speaking of moving, most of you guys are moving if this is something that you’re wanting to do. This person caused a lot of burdens for you in the past while, they may have given you a very little offer in the past or it’s like you may have put in a lot of work in the connection while they have you the bare minimum or made very little contribution to the connection. This person left some serious wounds on you, something was definitely the last straw for you which is why if they were to come back now, you wouldn’t be too interested in them and what they have to “offer”. They could’ve been younger than you or vice versa or this person was immature, probably didn’t have much going on for them financially too or this could’ve been how they felt about you honestly 🤷🏾‍♀️. They’re going to try to contact you to get you to work with them in some way or they may tell you that they want to work hard in this connection but honestly it’s not entirely true. This person is secretly in competition with you honestly. This person is very good at masking or at least they were because now you know and see better when it comes to their tactics. Someone may even lie about their job or work… 77 for confirmation. Whoever this person is to you.. they’re VERY strategic in the things that they do/ say… could be an air sign heavy on the Aquarius energy. This person does want something new but honestly the cycle with this person is done.. it’s over, it’s time to grow and transform your life. Santa Muerte or the Grim Reaper could be significant to someone. Someone could’ve received news of a pregnancy possibly with a third party, for some I’m also seeing a miscarriage. A lot of things are being mirrored back to this person and situation, how they treated you they’re getting that in return… like karma is ripping this person at least 3-4 new a**holes lmao. They left you thinking they’ll be happy they could’ve dogged you out in some way or made you feel low and unhappy but now, them tables are TURNING! You’re going to receive happiness, pleasure, a happy life and marriage could also be a divine twin flame union coming in as well and this past person is going to be going through tower and tower and so on. Like it’s literally a mirror! Im hearing “trading places” by Usher 💀. Spirit is literally doing a total switch! This past person has no other choice but to accept this loss while you win. You’re going to be gaining and they’re going to be losing. You’re coming into the energy of abundance! I saw the word “Paso”. You’ve passed a level or multiple levels but it’s giving you passed something.. it’s literally up from here for you honestly, “undefeated” you’re no longer scarred of opposition, you’ll literally stand face to face to anything in your way! I’m also seeing pregnancy for y’all too 👀 but with the RIGHT person! lol

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[blackbellybella]

Tattoo shop saga…. Mainly client rant

So we had an artist who found out that one of his uncles passed away and the shortly afterwards found out that his other uncle was with him and was put in icu (who is looking like they may also not make it but fingers crossed).

So I had the task of calling his clients to get rescheduled. You find out a lot about people and how shitty they are.

After explaining to them the situation they kept trying to guilt trip say how they were inconvenienced. And trying to use that to get theirs way in the situation. This artist is booked till August, he was already coming in on his day off before everything happened bc the acted like a tattoo was a dire need. They have 3 appointments booked, bc they wanted to tattoo finished by a certain time frame. So these are people who seem like they’re just really used to getting their way.

So about the 5th phone call and about the 100th time hear “you know since we were already inconvenienced today” I finally was like “yea, I’m sure [artists name] was pretty inconvenienced by everything too. These things happen unfortunately and without notice. Sorry we couldn’t notify you before hand 🙃 … but this is what we have”

I also gave them an option that didn’t put them in August but at the end of the month 3ish weeks is not enough time to coordinate with your 2 jobs that you need 1 days off🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 I’ve had 3 jobs a one point in time I understand the struggle but I know you could have put in that off time sir. Which they end up taking anyway contradicting what they originally told me about their schedule in the first place. Also they tried asking for a refund on their deposit but wanted to still come in for their appointments??? So I was like I could do the refund but you won’t be booked anymore. They seriously tried to manipulate the situation.

The called back again and now they want to pay the whole tattoo in full (we don’t do that to protect the client’s money and 2,000 to 4,000 dollars is a lot to keep up with I don’t want to be responsible for that shit) and kept being pushy about it. So I said “ we’re unable to do that unfortunately. In the event that something else happens I don’t want you to be out that money… since you’ve been so inconvenienced already, I wouldn’t want to further inconvenience you in the future. You know should something like this happen again 🙂🙃🙂🙃” I hope at the expense of being redundant it really made the shade obvious.

Like this happens every time an artist has a family emergency. Like I had one person get upset that we had normal business hours… like 9 to 5 business hours unlike most shops who open at 12:00 or at 4:00 (they do that bc the health department closes at 3:00 or 4:00 in most states so it’s less likely to be surprised inspected)

Anywhore that person wanted to do their tattoo at 7at night… I told them no they asked why and I said bc that artist has family and my boss doesn’t like anyone is the shop at night due to safety concerns. Also that means yall wouldn’t get done till 3 or 4 am and the tattoo the next day at 10am

They followed that up with an oh I didn’t expect them to have a family…. wtf does that mean?

It’s funny how people belittle tattooing as a profession but admire it when it’s beneficial to them. Like just because you don’t value you the trade doesn’t make the people in it any less human.

Funny thing they’re probably making more than you. 1,000 to 2,000 a day plus tip plus what ever deposits we take that day. Why do you think I’m making the switch over🤷🏾‍♀️

[destinyc1020]

"I mean, it kills me when I see models like Kaia Gerber getting roles in a film like "Bottoms" with more lines than what Zendaya had in "Spider-Man Homecoming", when Zendaya has actually been acting since she was a KID (something that Kaia Gerber has not), and was leading shows when she was still a teenager. It just goes to show that when you're rich, have privilege, and are a Nepobaby, you can basically get things handed to you...whether you have talent or not. 🙄 It's just irksome. "

Its really is frustrating to see WOC (lik Z) being sidelined or underutilized, esp when they r talented n have the experience and white women who get granted jobs no matter how unqualified they are. It sucks bt i'll say Z specifically has smthn these (unqualufied) women dnt- a supportive fanbase.

No offence, bt very few ppl r going to a movie soley for a Kaia or Lily Rose. I only know Lily from that Netflix movie (that Timmy was in too) n many ppl were disappointed that she replaced Anya taylor in the Nosferatu movie thats coming in bcuz going from Anya (who does have priviledge), to Lily was seen as a downgrade to most. Ppl were dreading Kaia being in Bottoms cuz she was horrible in a LEAD role in AHS n ppl still are dreading her beimg in her side roles now. She is in a new series role with Laura Dern (her mommas friend 🙃) and this new movie called Shell (with other yt nepo babies) n most ppl still dnt care or see her as a untalented nepo baby. They def r getting more roles bt do ppl actually support them? Very few. Nt to say they cant grow a fanbase, their young white woman i have no doubt, bt sometimes money cant even buy genuine interest. Tbh i only really know these 2 women as (imo, mediocre) models and the ppl who they associate them with (their parents/partner), i dnt really look forward to their editorials or acting work (thats just me).

Z has ppl reposting her magazine covers, excited to see her movies/shows, and mad when shes in a movie for 10 minutes lol. Brazil fans wete giving her the loudest applause during that comic con. Plus 10+ yrs of acting experience. Shes grown a fanbase and garnered interest from ppl, whether its an actual fan or a local who is like "i dnt care for celebrities bt i like Zendaya." Like i said It sucks when shes underutilized in these big movies bt i loom forward to movies like Challengers where shes the LEAD and folks excited for HER and her talent n hardwork that shes deserved.

Srry for the rant lol

No, I totally get it Anon. It's definitely very frustrating. It almost makes me wonder how some ppl keep getting roles when they're THAT BAD of an actress lol 😆

But like you said, we all know it's due to privilege and nepotism. 🤷🏾‍♀️

And as you mentioned, some of these nepobabies might be getting roles, but they're not gaining huge fandoms. Some nepos have to call the paps just to keep relevant and appear to have fans when they really don't have fans like that lol 😂

Just watch.... With Dune Part 2 coming out in March and killing the box office, and then Challengers releasing right after that in April, there are gonna be a ton of fans backing Zendaya this year. 😁🥰

This year is going to be an awesome one! 😁