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reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people
in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.
tragedienes:
character: gideon open: m/f/nb plot: gideon is the quintessential commitment-phobe that thought he’d never want to get tied down. enter your muse. after a year of dating, gideon decided to propose on a whim, only for your muse to decline. a few weeks later, your muse is standing outside his front door. reasons for declining the proposal are up to you! jewish muses preferred, but not required. the only requirement is no victoria pedretti fcs, as that’s his sister’s canonical fc, and nothing t*boo.
gideon wasn’t the relationship type. everyone had known it, all his friends, his family, they lovingly (and sometimes distinctly unlovingly) jeered him for his problems with committing. they laughed at how he always had a revolving door of girlfriends and boyfriends, laughed at how he perfected the art of ghosting, thought it was funny that he was almost thirty and still lived like a frat boy (despite not having been in a frat in college). the only one who didn’t laugh was his mother, the only one who didn’t think it was funny that he was so lonely and didn’t seem to realize it. gideon didn’t think he could be blamed, the eldest child of two divorced parents that used their kids as cannon fodder in family court. levi and maureen didn’t exactly give the best example of marriage, and gideon thought it would just never happen to him, that he would never want it… until he met them. for once, something clicked in him, something that said he didn’t want to screw this up. their relationship had problems like any relationship did, but for a whole year, he had remained faithful, devoted. his proposal had been half-baked, thought up on a whim, but he assumed they were as in love with him as he had been with them. he never thought they would say no. just as he didn’t expect, after weeks of very little contact, for them to be standing in front of his apartment door. his hand flexed on the wood, tempted to slam it back in their face, but he restrained himself. “didn’t think i’d ever see you again.” gideon forced his voice to work, trying to sound cruel instead of hurt. “what do you want? your stuff? i already threw all that shit out.” he lied, moving the door forward a bit behind him so they couldn’t look inside.
Ariel wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing here either. Yet, here he was standing outside of Gideon’s home a place he had started to even consider a home to himself and for the first time wondering if he would be welcome or not. His eyes glancing up to the mezuzah he had hand painted as a gift last hanukkah for Gideon when they were newly dating and Ariel had spent hours trying to think of a gift which wouldn’t be too impersonal or too flashy or too sex forward for new date mates.“Don’t say that.” Ariel huffed when Gideon said he never thought he’d ever see him again. The idea that such a thought had even crossed the other man’s mind was just...terrible. “Can I come inside? It’s cold out and my ears feel like they’re going to fall off...I really want to talk about us.” The young man said as he took a step closer even as the door seemed to get closer and closer to being closed in his face. Ariel’s cheeks were pink and his breath came out in clouded puffs of warmth in the chill of the December day. “I’m not here for stuff, I really am here about us Gideon. You ran off so fast after I said no - you didn’t let me explain.” Ariel tried to do a little bit of...was it damage control? He wasn’t sure, but something to get this going before Gideon tucked tail between legs and scurried off to hide in his den. Ariel had known of the man’s intimacy issues and hoped he hadn’t messed things up horribly with his own. “Just let me in Gid, please?”
threehopcs:
Adam stopped. His son’s words hit the spot. And suddenly the memory of their agreement hit him. Sure, it didn’t even appear in his mind a few hours ago as he was waking up a complete stranger by sucking his cock as a morning hello and thank you for the night of fucking. His son had been on the airport alone while he was sucking cock. Adam felt his cheeks burn with guilt. “I’m sorry, Cassian.” He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I completely hm, forgot it. Busy night and all.” He cleared his throat. Moving to a big city, living his life as he should have years ago. “But I’m glad you are here. I was going to clean up a little, but things have been crazy, you know? You’re going to love New York. It’s full of life all the time. We can hang out together. Dad and son, hm?” He was not thinking about taking Cassian to the usual bars he was hanging around, but he had plans. “I bought us tickets for Funny Girl and Hamilton. Also- they are doing this winter thing at-” He trailed of, his son’s face didn’t look as excited as he was. And he was. He loved Cassian more than anything and it was the only thing that hurt him about the whole divorce situation. “Come on. Smile for your old man. You know how much I’ve been missing you?” It was a weird way of showing, but he meant it. “Tell me what you want and let Daddy take care of you.”
“I know Dad, I know your sorry.” Cassian said with a grim lift of his chin. The word ‘sorry’ was one Cassian was quite used to hearing from his father, even more so with the divorce and the man’s move from Cassian’s childhood home upstate to his new apartment in NYC. The hand was nice, but the revelation - though obvious - still hurt when Adam said he had completely forgotten because of his busy night. “Oh, what were you so busy doing?” Cassian couldn’t help himself from asking. “I’d really like that actually - spending time together.” Cassian said, he missed shooting hoops with his old man back in the day and since they were getting closer to entering season some practice wouldn’t be remiss. As he looked around he thought maybe some other things might be in order first; like cleaning up the apartment. When his dad brought up shows Cassian didn’t have much of a reaction at all - it wasn’t something the young man had ever experienced so he wasn’t sure what to make of them, but hey at least Adam had been thinking ahead and hadn’t completely forgot him. “I, yeah - Dad.” Cassian put a smile on his face, he wanted Adam to be happy and the other mentioned what he would do for him. That’s nice right?” “How about, could we go for breakfast? Or, you mentioned work before? Do you need to go already?”
open to: m / f / nb plot: we just fucked and now Reed is getting ready to leave.. muse: Reed ( 21 , student )
“Listen, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but I’m heading back to my place.” The blonde said with a roll of her eyes as she looked to the other in bed. “Did you expect me to cuddle up with you and spend the night?” Reed asked with a quirk of her brow.
threehopcs:
open (daddies). meet adam schultz, the bad dad. for males. top, dominant. plot: recently divorced after years of an unhappy marriage full of secrets, adam is a bit too free. his apartment is a mess, he’s been late to work, his phone was dead and as he arrives home from a recent night out, he finds your muse / *cest, br*ther, s*n, st*p, best friend, a (young and more succesful) manager from his work / waiting to take matter into his own hands.
“What are you doing here at this hour?” The small apartment he had rented after the divorce made Adam miss his old suburban house sometimes. Especially how organized it used to be. Now there were dirty clothes piling up, a kitchen to be cleaned, wet towel over an unmade bed and sheets that had seen a better day. “You don’t have coffee at home or something?” He put his keys down and took off his shoes before walking to the kitchen to get himself a mug of coffee. “I don’t have much time though. I’m sort of late for work.” He started heating up the water, his head strangely clear despite all the shots from last night. It might have been the sex he did afterwards. Might have woken him up from the being drunk. “You’re not going to believe this club I’ve been to last night. Hey, hey, what’s with the long face?”
As soon as the question came out of his Dad’s mouth Cassian wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have made the choice. However, his therapist had assured him it would be good to keep up his relationship with his father. The only problem seemed to be....His father. Cassian came into the front of the man’s new home and it was a disaster. “At home?” Cassian questioned again wondering just how out of it the elder was. Adam just kept going on and on about everything and Cassian leaned against what seemed to be a clean counter. “Dad, you were supposed to pick me up over an hour ago at the airport. Winter break?” Cassian offered, curious if it would jog the man’s memory. God, maybe he should have just spent the whole time with his other parent instead.
LORENZO ZURZOLO as Alessandro in “Weekend” (2020)
hrtbrkprinces:
Kyu chuckled as he put his arm around the other’s shoulder and pulled him close, his lips moving towards the other’s ear. “I am talking about all the hot people that are here, I don’t give a shit about the yard. The only grass I care about comes rolled in a joint.” said Kyu as he kissed the other’s head before downing his beer. “bro, come with me to get more.”
“Oh shit, yeah, the Kappa Kappa Frosh are like, super hot this year, did you see that girl Leighton’s hips. I want her to like, smother me.” Sterling said with a little grin as he let himself be pulled in close and chuckled at the kiss, leaning over to kiss Kyu’s temple back. “Yeah, yeah, let me just finish mine.” Sterling agreed as he took the bottle to his lips to take several glugs of it. Nowhere near done, but finishing it with some long tugs and the bobbing of his throat.
fllthy:
OPEN TO the last one of their group he and his accomplice ( could be one of mine or one of your muses ) haven’t killed yet , mostly because they want to have their fun first.
PLOT they’re ‘running away’ from the killer , unbeknownst to the other that carter is half of the pair that’s been hunting them down the entire night.
“IT’LL BE FINE ,” he tries to reason with them —- it won’t be , because this will all be over soon anyway , but carter is sure they’ll be able to have some fun before then. he has them against the tree , mouth kissing their neck as his hand reaches their hip. “ we haven’t seen them in like — like an hour , they probably think we’re all dead. ” as if he isn’t waiting for the other to approach any moment. “ c’mon. we not gonna finish what we started back at the house? ”
“Fine? Carter-It isn’t fine, some psycho is chasing us and B-Beth and Tracy are dead.” Rainer panted, having to stop when the other did. Granted the young male was a little relieved to try and catch a breather. Resting the bat he’d held against his side. “We don’t even know where Alex is..” The curly haired male trailed off when suddenly Rainer find’s himself up against a tree and a mouth on his neck. Before Rainer could even think a moan slipped out and his grasp on the bat started to slip. “Fuuck, C-Car, later not-..We need to get to the highway.”
For the love of god. Someone give me a Renee Rapp. I want her character to sit on one of mine’s face.
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sxmebrxs:
Nathan smiled before giving a shrug. He glanced down to the hand on his wrist and found himself enjoying it just a bit. “I was in the city for a client and they bailed. I needed a place to stay and figured I’d check here.” It wasn’t anything all that exciting. Nathan was just a man trying to make some cash for himself. Logan didn’t need to worry about that. It was one of the things that Logan envied about the man. “You want me to stay?” Nathan asked while raising a hand to cup Logan’s cheek. “I guess I owe you for intruding. Do you take card?” Nathan teased the man before kissing his cheek. It should be clear how he intended to pay.
“How rude of them. Breaking plans with such a darling man.” Logan all but crooned as the hand that wasn’t clutching onto Nathan’s wrist reached out and stroked along a well defined jaw. “Honestly, would have gotten away with it except reception called to let me know that my husband was in the suite and should they send up anything special for him.” Logan informed as the other asked if he wanted him to stay Logan nodded. “Yes, you’ve already got me down here.” Let the other cup his cheek and chuckled at the question of a card. As if. “I’m more of a direct transfer kind of man.” Logan informed before leaning in and claiming Nathan’s mouth in a kiss to get the transfer started.
hrtbrkprinces:
setting: kyu (24, frat boy) is deeply in the closet but also deeply drunk and into your muse. you and kyu are currently in the back yard at the frat party.
connection: other frat brother, pledge, professor, rando at party.
kyu wasn’t sure what number of beer he was on anymore, he had lost count at eight but he was pretty damn sure he had more. he was currently near the keg with another male, his hand currently resting on the other’s back. “this party is pretty fucking great right? especially since we got the right scenery.” said kyu with a drunken smile, looking at the other male as he took another sip from his cup.
“Its a fucking dope party.” Sterling grinned as he looked back at Kyu with his own blissful drunk state. Sterling had been pledging until recently and the absolute release of ronight was something he desperately needed. Plus it was nice to have his frat brother not torturing and being nice, helping Sterling grab another beer and chug it down. “Scenery? Dude, you’re so funny, its the same yard as always.” He laughed.
txbooboys:
Diego rolled his eyes at the other’s joke and moved to grab the towel so he could set it out. Sitting next to the other, the younger man chuckled. “Can’t believe you’re making me use a towel. I feel like an actual dog.” He ran his fingers through his hair once more and glanced over at the older man. He felt his cheeks growing warm at the pure concept of dating Carlisle. “Oh please. I doubt you’d ever go for a guy like me. I mean do you even date Lax dudes?” He had no idea why he was asking. There was no good that could come of this.
“Listen, you want to pay for my car to get cleaned, or hell, detail it yourself? Then don’t get all sticky and gross on it.” Carlisle retorted when his step brother gave him a little bit of a jab for the towel. The car was Carlisle’s pride and joy. “Now get inside the car so I can take you home.” The elder said as he got into his own seat.
“Aww on, don’t be hard yourself Diego you’re plenty handsome.” Carlisle told the other, he didn’t want to upset him. “I mean, I’ve never done it before - but the team might grind me up if I did, but so what. If you like someone you like them.” He offered.
rosesonbreeze:
Conflict dances in her irises, caught between longstanding family loyalty and a new attachment to her intended. Jackson could be a pitbull when provoked. Cold blue eyes and a stiff upper lip. It took weeks of planning this wedding, their life, and their future to see beyond that. There’s a goodness that lives in him, but she fears that his impulse would only drive her own flawed family further away. “They were wrong, about everything.” Veronica agrees. “But they don’t need to be right about us, and our marriage.” She reasons softly, appealing to him with kindness instead of her usual piety. “We’ll pick each other and our family. And if they can come around, then good. And if not…” She sighs, shaking her head. She loved her family. But she loved her child more, and protecting them came first.
“She’d be insulted, I’m sure. What mother wouldn’t be?” She speaks from her own instincts. “I hoped she’d come on time, though. Maybe we’d get a chance to get to know each other.” Though she had her doubts that she’s what the great Mrs. Talbot intended for her own son. Veronica’s family was wealthy, but they weren’t from this American upper crust. Their values, their religion, even their language… It would be different from what she knew. Veronica only hoped that charm would land on her side. Sighing, she curls comfortably into his lap, inhaling the scent of his perfume mixed with his natural musk. This happens more and more, and Veronica used to assume it was his way of being a good father… Her cheek turn a twinge of pink, hidden under his chin. Maybe it’s not all it was.
“He’s in the past now.” She promises, her hand resting comfortably on Jackson’s chest. “And the only man that’s ever really had me is…” Her voice trails off, a small and demure smile against her face. “You.” Even if it was a one night stand, that turned into a hostile engagement. He’s the first man she’s been with in bed, and there’s some irony in marrying him. “That’s right.” Veronica promises, lifting her head from the crook of his neck to look at him. No matter what, she knew she’d never leave. Her eyelashes fluttering as his hand follows to her stomach, a small and almost unnoticeable bump against her tiny frame. But present, and there. She allows a soft hum from her throat, taking in the delicate way he kissed her. It was a puzzle, what this was and what they were to each other. One that could only be solved after they were married, it seemed. There were no new answers tonight, only the look in his eye.
“Jackson… Are you sure about tomorrow?” She asks softly, lips a small distance from his. It’s a question that’s lived in her head, amidst all the spectacle of the wedding. She’d forced his hand, and he’d forced hers. The situation put all this in motion, but Veronica couldn’t sleep until she knew. “I know I wasn’t your first choice. I know we don’t even know each other all that well. And there’s my family, and all the other mess of things that can make me… Difficult.” Putting it lightly, and with a small laugh. “But are you sure? Because this, us… It is forever for me. And I’d like you to be happy, even if we’re not like every other married couple.”
It took Jackson a second to not simply retort, to try and point out that these people didn’t deserve Veronica’s kindness. That they had humiliated her, ambushed her with that waste of a man. They clearly didn’t value Veronica how she should be seen - Jackson’s mother would never ever do that to him and as uninvolved as Jackson’s father was the man knew about sticking by your own. “Yes, if not, then I’ll utterly destroy them for hurting you and not giving you the reverence you deserve for putting up with their...I’ll stop before I insult you via them.” Jackson paused, trying his best to not be a complete bully about it. Even though the family made him feel the need to shred and destroy. “She wouldn’t just be insulted. She’d be venomous.” Jackson said, unable to help the smile curling across his lips at the just thought of what his mother invoke upon her future-in-law’s for the audacity of their display. The gall. The weight of Veronica in Jackson’s lap had become a familiar and comforting experience. Jackson told himself that it allowed him to just hold his child close in a way. It was about the baby. All of this was - it certainly couldn’t be about Veronica herself. “She’ll like you, you’re smart and driven.” He added offhandedly, just because it was the thing to say. Not to assuage her at all. The promise helped settle the snakes roiling in Jackson’s chest. Fickle things desire to latch onto flesh and inject something toxic and burning into any who would slight. That man was gone, forever. Jackson and his pit of vipers had made their home here in the warmth of Veronica’s being. It would be the place where his child was nurtured and loved. As Veronica came in close and looked him in the eye, Together with his hand there they held what truly mattered amongst all of this. This tiny little being who had done no wrong, who they would both love something fearless and give the best life. “Of course I’m sure, we planned this all.” The blond said with a roll of his eyes. So silly, women and their emotions, or maybe it was her pregnancy. “M-Our child deserves the best and the best will be a happy home with two loving, doting parents who will attend all their things and be present in the home. We will give them that with this marriage. I don’t know you, but I’ve had you investigated, we’ve proven paternity - quietly - and it shall be. Your mess will become mine and it will fall in line.” Jackson sounded so sure, he felt he had to. It was how he needed things to be or else he wouldn’t be able to control it. “I’ll be just happy, wife and child at home, women and men of my choice in my quiet dalliances. Best of both worlds.” A sharp grin and a reminder Jackson didn’t plan to give up his indiscretions. Just be better about hiding them.
sp00ky-circus-boys:
“Oh my my Goldilocks. One shouldn’t drink until they are sad. When you are already upset it doesn’t do any good to imbibe spirits. You should only drink ot be jovial.” Nick said as he poured himself a few fingers of scotch before pouring one for the other man, if only because he had a weakness for blonds, and he hated seeing people cry. “If I give you thins, will you promise me to do your best to not cry?”
“I’m not crying.” Jackson choked out as he looked to the other man. Fuck, was he really getting sloppy already it had just been...a half dozen beers. “I like the sentiment there...uh, you. However,, I was hoping the drinking would make me feel the happiness.” Jackson tried to explain as he took the finger of scotch and took a long sip of it. “I’ll do my best. Got a name? I’m Jackson...”
exiledlvsts:
“no offense, but…it sounds like you want to walk into certain danger. what are you–some kind of thrill seeker?” malachi took a swig from his beer before he rose to his feet. “for all you know, i could be the killer. what would you do then ?” he’d come to the party alone. didn’t want to be attached to anyone and, honestly, he didn’t think he would stay longer than an hour. he just had to jump at the chance to crash a party at his neighbors–steal their booze and food to compensate for how awful they were.
“Maybe, or just a horny guy who knows what he likes and isn’t afraid of silly movie stuff.” Spencer retorted as the other started to follow him off into a deserted area. “Oh come, off it, there is no killer. That’s just lame. I was teasing. This is a boring safe town.” Spencer said, and really meant it. His friends lived in the most white picket fence kinda bullshit land. It was safe as far as Spencer was concerned and there was no way they’d have a creep at their party so hot blond was as good as gold.
sxmebrxs:
It was a valid question. Even Nathan was surprised that he got this far. That poor receptionist seemed to be filled with fear at the mentioning of Logan’s name. After that it was easy to convince them of his alleged marriage to the man. “You hired me a few weeks back. Just for a night. Do you really not remember?” Nathan was a higher end escort that Logan happened to pay for. The man seemed to be tipsy or high at the time but that didn’t change anything. Nathan still had a job to do. When he needed a place to stay, he decided to try his luck here at Logan’s hotel. He just wasn’t expecting the man to return so soon. “I can just leave. I didn’t mean to cause any issues. Hell, I didn’t even think you’d be back here so soon.” Nathan slid out of bed and went to gather some of his things. He removed the robe and pulled out some clothes that he’d wear when leaving. Being naked in front of Logan certainly didn’t bother him.
As Nathan started to explain who he was and how he had known Logan, some pieces did seem to fit. They made sense. When he got tipsy he got horny and an escort certainly wouldn’t be something out of the norm for that kind of situation. “Maybe its jogging my memory a little.” Logan said as he watched the other move out of the bed. Took off Logan’s robe. “Question though, if you didn’t think I’d be here why would you come?” Logan asked as he reached a hand out to take Nathan’s wrist and prevent him from getting himself dressed. Not really forceful, but with an air of someone who didn’t feel they needed permission. “Really going to leave so soon?”
