Gentle reminder to anyone able to make it to any protests coming up please practice proper protest etiquette both for your own safety and that of others.
Wear a mask, cover any tattoos, and don't wear clothing with recognizable logos or branding. Don't take pictures of yourself or others. Don't talk to cops.
Protests aren't a fun event to post about on social media, we are trying to make an real change. Be safe and responsible
palestinians refuse to lose hope, and you need to do the same. it is very difficult to not spiral into despair when it feels like all you can do is watch this unfold on social media but you can't let that happen. you cannot let yourself become numb and exhausted and indifferent. stay furious and stay devastated. hold onto your grief and let it give you the power to keep pushing. to keep protesting, boycotting, calling your state representatives and congress members if you live in the us - you have to stay emotional. israel and the us want to bully you into numbness and despair because that's the key to getting away with this. either get your citizens to accept your propaganda as gospel truth or make them give up the fight.
apathy and doom-spirals only aid in israel and the us's genocide of palestine. you have to keep hoping and you have to keep believing that yes if you try hard enough you can contribute to making a difference. don't look away, and don't give up either, okay? đ”đžđ
let the world never forget that itâs AMERICAN weapons being used to wipe out Gaza. that itâs AMERICAN tax money funding this genocide while the AMERICAN president and AMERICAN leaders support this mass murder of innocent people. let the world never forget America has Palestinian blood on its hands
hear me outâŠ.can you imagine Oberyn just 15 years older than his character, having survived the Mountain, flourishing with Ellaria and a soft supple belly to show for all of his years. Wow.
warnings: really none, itâs fluffy as fuck. mentions of body image, weight gain. I guess food?
WC: 634
Oberyn and Ellaria lay in their bed together as the Sunday sunrise creeps in through the windows, casting a golden haze throughout the room and over the bed sheets they lay upon.
A tangle of limbs to savor the warmth of their afterglow together - ready to rise early for breakfast, another beautiful day expected in Dorne as the smell of early autumn floats through the open window.
Ellaria trails her long fingers gently over her loverâs shoulders - once again committing the sturdy curves to memory. Trailing her hand down the entanglement of limbs, her palm rests upon Oberynâs stomach, feeling the motion of him breathing in and out. Satiated so early in the morn.
Oberyn has grown softer in his years - his fighting long behind him. Still a champion at heart - still training during his weeks - though more gentle these days. He no longer has to prove his strength in order to gain respect and hold his throne. He governs kindly, his people following him without fear. They trust him. Just as his body has continued to grow as he trusts himself to lead.
A soft chuckle escapes Oberynâs lips as Ellaria continues to run soft fingertips over his belly, pressing gentle kisses against his neck.
âIâm surprised youâve yet to say anything lover - I feel this is quite the change since we first fell.â Oberyn whispers, not an ounce of shame. Just curiosity.
âIt is different, but I like it.â Ellaria smiles wide, pressing a kiss above Oberynâs navel - soft lips sending a shiver down his spine.
âIt suits you.â She gives her lovers stomach a gentle pat before sliding her hand up to cup his head in her hands. Oberyn remains sturdy, muscular. The ever present softness around his middle arousing her like a wild animal under the full moon. It is different, but she loves it. Oberyn had never been one to hide his emotions, or fear aging. He has welcomed the changes in her own body as the years have past - delighted in them even. A softer bum, larger breasts, the curve around her own belly.
Itâs what royalty brings - abundance. Abundance in food, leisure, alone time.
They fought for this. For their people, and themselves.
Ellaria begins a trail of kisses down Oberynâs neck, his pecs, following the light trail of hair down to his belly - feeling the softness under her lips she can not help herself from grinding her heat against Oberynâs bent knee.
Both her hands now on either side of his distended abdomen, Oberyn reaches forward to tilt Ellariaâs chin so their eyes lock.
âIs this something you enjoy?â He asks, barely above a whisper.
âYes lover, I enjoy it very much.â Ellaria is breathless from only having their eyes meet, seeing Oberynâs dark pupils blow wide as if they hadnât already gone a few rounds this morning.
âWhat do you say we have a little fun?â Oberyn snaps his fingers twice, waiting for the guards. âHmm my little dove?â He smiles coy.
Two gentlemen in orange garbs walk in, bowing their heads before their nest.
âYou can bring breakfast in here today - I believe the queen is ready.â Oberynâs smile is wide as the gentlemen nod and exit the room.
âI say, what better for a ruling pair as in love as we are - to have breakfast in bed and indulge in eachother until the sun and moon are jealous of our humanity?â Oberyn tips Ellariaâs head back as he plants a kiss on her lips. Chaste - especially for him.
âDo I sense shyness between those lips, lover?â Ellaria giggles as she reaches to push Oberynâs robe open further, pulling it down his arms.
âNever shy little dove, never with you.â He reaches up for a kiss deeper than the previous. âIâm ready to feast.â
Do I have any WIP's? Yes. Are they any good? Debatable.
This week's WIP is courtesy of Contract Conundrums staring Dieter Bravo & Cookie:
You had three months to get Dieter another 30 lbs heavier, and he was making it difficult. You were a week in, and his picky eating habits were hampering your efforts to do your job. Heâd told you he liked fancy food, but everything that you made him had come back to the kitchen barely touched, and heâd refused to tell you what he actually wanted.Â
According to his assistant, Frank, Dieter took this movie role for a paycheque and signed the contract before being told heâd have to gain weight for it. His vanity had come into play, but the amount he would have to pay to get out of the contract was ridiculously high. After tantrums and screaming matches with Dan, his manager, Dieter finally agreed to do the role, but he wanted a private chef.Â
âHe swore me to secrecy.â, Frank whispered to you in the kitchen. He took a look at the door then turned back to you. âDonât tell him you heard this from me, but heâs a classic stoner⊠grilled cheese, burgers, pizza⊠yâknow?âÂ
You gave Frank a grin and motioned your lips being sealed. âI heard nothing. You were never here. I just happened to take a chance and hit the jackpot.âÂ
Chapter Summary: While working as an on-set tutor, you meet the cranky but charismatic actor Dieter Bravo.
Rating: T (Series eventually Explicit 18+)
Word Count: 1684
Chapter Warnings: Not much (just getting acquainted, no smut yet), little sprinkle of belly kink, mathematics
Author's Notes: Iâm trying a series for the first time, and this story is near and dear to my heart! Each chapter starts with a quote from a recovery group (AA, NA, SMART Recovery, etc.). Thank you for reading!
Series Introduction
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âWhat other people think of you is none of your business.â
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You still couldnât believe that this was your life now. After spending years in your career as a chemical engineer, you couldnât believe that you had finally left to pursue your passion in the movie industry. It didnât hurt that your old company was doing great, and therefore, so were your shares of their stock. It also didnât hurt that you already lived near Los Angeles and had friends at some studios in the area. A few favors were called in, and you found yourself taking a variety of odd jobs on a variety of projects. Catering team for an indie film? Sure! Production assistant for a documentary? Letâs do it! You were game, you were adaptable, you were having a blast.
Currently, you were the on-set tutor for Jaclin Rios, a 17-year-old actress having a banger of a breakout year. Her most recent movie was setting records at the box office while she was filming the next one. Education was still a high priority for Jaclin and her family. âJust in case this acting thing doesnât pan out,â her parents said, although it was currently panning out just fine. Youâd been referred by a friend-of-a-friend to Jaclinâs agent and now found yourself on set with her almost every day of the week, squeezing in precalculus lessons between takes.
Thatâs where you were on this fine spring afternoonâtucked away in Jaclinâs trailer, working through a section about exponential functions. She was a smart kid, but this stuff was throwing her for a loop, and she really needed to finish this section of homework before getting back to work. A soft knock at the trailer door barely moved your focus from the population of bacteria in the word problem you were helping Jaclin tackle. âCome in!â you hollered, not looking up, figuring it was a PA rounding up the actors for the next scene. You heard the door open and bang shut behind you. âOh hey, D!â Jaclin exclaimed.
You whirled around. Nope, this was no PA. It was Dieter Bravo, Jaclinâs co-star and Hollywood playboy extraordinaire. Youâd glimpsed him around set from time to time, but never been this close to him. Heâd been going through a dry spell, releasing a couple flops after winning an Oscar several years ago. The tabloids were declaring him washed up, saying nobody would touch himâ professionally or personally. This new movie with Jaclin, though, was gathering a lot of positive press and it looked like things were turning around for Dieter.
Speaking of turning things around, thatâs exactly what was now happening with Jaclinâs math lesson. Before youâd realized it, Dieter had sat down with her at the tiny table and was talking her through the concepts behind exponential growth. And she was getting it! Wait, what? You thought to yourself, making yourself a cup of tea since obviously you werenât needed right now. THIS guy does math? Not that you thought actors were unintelligentânot in the slightestâit was just usually a different type of intelligence. Within 15 minutes, though, Jaclin was knocking out word problems with ease.
âOkay, my homeworkâs done!â Jaclin announced.
âCan we go play now?â Dieter asked you with a raised eyebrow. âSeriously, I was just coming by to get Jackie. Didnât expect the exponentials. Weâre shooting in ten.â
âOh! Of course. Yes. GoâŠyesâŠdo thatâŠâ you stuttered, a bit taken aback by this whirlwind of fluffy hair and tattered bathrobe and mathematical knowledge that had invaded your space.
âThanks, teach,â Dieter huffed. âI donât think I caught your name?â
You told him. âCool,â he said, like he didnât care in the slightest. âWell, Iâll see you around.â And with that, he and Jaclin were off, pushing each other out of the trailer like a couple of kids.
You stood there for a minute in their wake, still slightly baffled by the whole interaction. Well, might as well head home now. Jaclin would be shooting the rest of the day and you didnât have any further responsibilities on set. Sitting in traffic during your commute, you couldnât stop thinking about Dieter. He was gorgeous up close, even more so than what little youâd seen of him on-screen (having never jumped on the bandwagon during his Oscars hype). Other folks on set didnât have great things to say about him. A selfish jerk, a total prick, an egotistical assholeâŠthat was what youâd heard about Dieter. But that wasnât really the feeling you had gotten today. Somehow, you felt warm and tingly inside while thinking about your simple and rather brusque interaction with him. Why did you want to learn more about someone who sounded like he would never remember your name? Â
That evening, you went on a Dieter Bravo binge, devouring interviews, movie clips, reviews, photoshootsâŠanything you could find beyond the standard tabloid fare about this intriguing man. It turned out there was a lot more to him than met the eye (although what met the eye was also quite enticing). Heâd moved often as a child, the son of a humanitarian doctor and a high-end real estate manager. He was trilingual, speaking English, Spanish, and German. Heâd gone to college for electrical engineering (with his parentsâ support) until he decided to live for himself and chase his dreams (and that financial support was withdrawn). He worked his ass off in New York and Hollywood, living out of his car at times, until his big break finally came. Youâd always described yourself as a sucker for a good backstory, and damn, this man had backstory in spades.
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Over a week went by before you saw Dieter again. Jaclin was off shooting a monologue and you puttered around her trailer, tidying things up before she came back for her afternoon lessons. Tap tap tapâ you looked up and saw Dieter peering through a window. Crossing to the door and swinging it open for him, you went back to your cleaning and tried to look indifferent. âJackieâs not here,â you informed him as he entered.
âI know. IâmâŠactually here for you. I was wondering if you could help me with something.â
You tried to keep your heart rate down. âMhmmmm?â was all you could manage.
âDo you want to have lunch with me?â he asked with a small, exasperated sigh. âThey keep trying to set me up with this interviewer guy for lunch, but heâs so fuckinâ boring and I donât want to today. Thatâs a problem for tomorrow-me.â
âOh! Yeah, sure. I havenât eaten yet.â You allowed yourself to exhale. He was just avoiding a boring interview. He couldâve asked anybody. He probably would ask anybody else before you. He was just being nice to the new girl by asking at all. But no, waitâDieter was not nice. Well, whatever the nefarious reasoning was here, you did need to eat lunch, and maybe you could do some networking with this guy. He did have a lot of connections, after all.
Lunch turned out to be the buffet option at a little hole-in-the-wall Indian restaurant. You could barely manage one serving of curry, rice, and naan even though everything was delicious. Still slightly reeling from the invitation and wanting to somehow impress Dieter, you mostly sipped at your hot chai while asking him all sorts of questions about his time in the industry. Dieter, for his part, gamely answered everything he felt like while devouring several heaped plates of samosas, baingan bharta, tandoori chicken, and curry, wiping up the sauces with pillowy naan. âIâm so glad theyâre not making me diet down for this role,â he said, mouth full. âI mean, Iâm playing Jackieâs dad. I believe the exact instructions were the more dad bod, the better.â
Heat spread between your legs at the thought, and you were instantly irritated at your bodyâs betrayal. Itâs just lunch. Heâs just being nice. Or not nice. Being confusing. Donât be getting allâŠaroused and shit. But the mental image of Dieter with a heavy, thick belly was hard to shake. He was relatively slim but had put on some weight in recent months, making him âchubbyâ by Hollywood standards. Some articles mentioned this upcoming role as an intentional reason for his gain, while others insisted it was accidental and blamed his drinking habits and the munchies. You didnât really care about the cause since the overall effect was just so enticing.
The remainder of the meal went smoothly. Dieter wouldnât let you pay, adamantly citing the fact that âthey never set the wages for on-set tutors high enough.â You enjoyed the ride back to set in his convertible, the wind blowing through your hair and music blaring too loud for any conversation. Dropping you off near Jaclinâs trailer, he thanked you for being a better lunch companion than that interviewer would have been. Not the highest praise, but youâd take it. âSee you around,â he yelled, whipping his car out of the parking lot.
Jaclin was waiting in the trailer when you entered. âWas that Dieter dropping you off? What was that all about?â
âWe just went to lunch. He was dodging this interviewer,â you informed her.
âThat asshole! I had to do lunch with the guy he was dodging. It was soooo boring,â she whined. âWaitâwere you on a date?â
âNo! Of course not!â You gave Jaclin a hard stare. âThereâs no way. I was just an excuse to get away, Iâm sure. He probably asked everyone else on set first.â
âI didnât see him asking any of the other tutors or PAs or anything this morningâŠâ
âWhatever! He must have. Anyway, itâs time for polynomial root-finding, not interpersonal analysis,â you deflected, moving Jaclin toward her table and books. The rest of the workday was spent on synthetic division and graphing, and you couldnât have been more grateful for it. Once again on the commute home, though, you couldnât get Dieter out of your mind. Was that a date? The thought kept flashing through your head. It had kind of felt like a date. No. No way. Just being nice. ButâŠDieterâs not nice.
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hear me outâŠ.can you imagine Oberyn just 15 years older than his character, having survived the Mountain, flourishing with Ellaria and a soft supple belly to show for all of his years. Wow.
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