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how are people writing multi chapter fics on here pls tell me what medication you’re on. i can barely get through a two parter. idk what i was on when i was 17 i pumped out three separate fics in the 100k-250k word margin but the thought of doing that now?? i’d need pure coke, a pack of reds, and a bottle of don julio
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I would be SICKKKK omg😭😭😭
i read an mj cheating on elvisa fic earlier this is sending me 😂
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This is kind of random but it's always interesting the way paris jackson (mj's daughter) talks about the music industry like she is so right about the way common and normal people are intentionally made to get these reputations by the media and sensationalizing like normal people. It made me uncomfortably aware of the ways this has happened to harry especially when I hear the way he is spoken of outside fandom circles, amongst friends and acquaintances of mine who are casual listeners. Paris sure knows what she's talking about
Yeah. She’s absolutely right. It can be very hard to parse because there are definitely awful celebrities out there. And stories about people being kind don’t tend to get spread as much as stories about them being assholes.
You really have to be interested enough in someone to take the time to dig past the idle gossip. Harry’s image with the GP is terrible and it’s so frustrating to speak to randoms about him.
I love how much Paris knows about the history behind older artists. And I’ve always been impressed by the way she speaks about her dad and her life. She seems pretty grounded.
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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 ; michelle
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆; michelle williams(dom) x beyonce
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒; beyonce is getting ready to leave for yankee stadium, and michelle suddenly felt the need to remind her wife that she belongs to her.. and, only her.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆; spit kink.. 18+
jay-z 30.
new york city.
yankee stadium.
that's where beyoncé was currently getting ready to go. the back of her hair braided up, while the front of her hair was out. last night, michelle had washed, blow dried and braided down her hair.
while, michelle was laying in their californian king bed. she wasn't going to attend tonight's show, or, any show... probably.
she should be used to the fact that they have to make appearances together, but she isn't.
it physically hurts her to see them all up on each other. she thinks that they'll find their way back to each other and she'll end up getting her heart broken again.
"baby."
michelle didn't respond, she just looked at her wife through their bathroom mirror.
"are you sure?"
beyoncé just wanted to ask her wife one more time, just to be sure.
"i'm sure. i'ma just catch up on my reruns of judge judy."
beyoncé sighed. but, could understand why michelle didn't want to come. she finished zipping up her famous black hoodie and put the hood on her head before going over to wife to give her a hug and kiss.
michelle stood up so she could hug her wife correctly.
the height difference between the two was evident. michelle towering over her wife just by two inches.
beyoncé's hands rested on michelle's shoulders, while chelle's rested on her waist.
the two pulled away from the hug, their eyes analyzing eachother. bey's hazel eyes were trying to read chelle's emotions, while chelle's dark brown eyes were taking in how beautiful her wife is.
their eyes got lost into eachother, suddenly the room began to feel hot.
chelle's hands tightened around bey's waist, pulling her flush against her. her eyes darkened, a need to remind beyoncé who she belonged to, washed over her.
one hand stayed in its place, while the other roamed up bey's body to rest on her throat in a soft but firm hold.
chelle leaned down, her lips close to bey's ear. "you mine." she stated, above a whisper.
beyoncé knew she wasn't asking, she was claiming. "yes," she breathed.
michelle hummed, as her lips began to kiss every spot of her wife that was visible. she wasn't going to do too much—she didn't want to make her virgo self of a wife late. she'd never hear the end of it.
every kiss that michelle planted, beyoncé let out a soft moan, and clung onto her tighter. she loved the feeling of those lips being on her, they felt amazing in every way.
michelle worked her way back up towards bey's lips. capturing them into slow, deep, sensual kiss—the kind of kiss that makes both of their heads spin, but this time just beyoncé's.
"open."
michelle had a mission.
beyoncé opened her mouth with her tongue out.
michelle smiled in approval, proud of her wife for knowing exactly what to do. a string of saliva fell from chelle's mouth and landed on bey's tongue.
before beyoncé could swallow, michelle attached her lips to her tongue and began to suck on it.
beyoncé was a moaning mess, her panties and pants were ruined from the flood that was flowing through her, and it didn't help that the hand that attached to her neck gripped harder.
before the two could get any further a knock sounded at the door. the two broke apart, face still close to each other, heavy breathing, saliva around their mouths, and panties that were way passed damp.
"we gotta go boss," julius spoke.
