and his lunch

I sucked my teachers dick

I’m 26f and when I was in high school I had a teacher that really turned me on every time I saw him. He was my wood shop class teacher and also was the head coach to the football team. He was black and buff and would always wear sweat pants the kind that you could see his dick print thru and omg was he hung. So I decided to start teasing him a lil by always wearing low cut shirts to school under my sweater and when I would go into his class I would take off my sweater( I had double d titties at that time already lol) and bend over in front of his desk or ask him for a hug so he could look down my shirt. So on a certain day I knew he was gunna have lunch in his room and I went to his room at lunch asking him if I had left one of my books to start bs conversation. I was already feeling horny cause I knew I wanted to to something with him, I kept on fixing my bra on purpose making my tits jiggle for him. I was asking him how much me benched since he was so buff and I asked him if I could feel his muscle on his arms, then I asked him if he worked out his abs he said yes, I asked him if I could see and feel them. He stood up and I noticed his dick print so I touched his abs feeling amazed I looked him dead in his eyes, as I’m looking at him I slowly moved my hand down his abs too his dick. He hesitated a little bit but I told him this would be our little secret I wasn’t gunna tell anybody. So I pushed him on his chair I pulled my shirt down and had my tits out, I got on my knees pulled his pants down and he had the biggest black dick I had ever seen. I started sucking on his big fat dick like there was no tomorrow, he also had some big balls and I was sucking on them while I stroked his hard dick. He didn’t wanna cum and make a mess but I told him it’s okay cum in my mouth I will swallow it. I knew he loved that I told him that cuz he then filled up my mouth with so much thick cum that I could barely swallow it. His dick was so good omg, best experience of my life❤️

richie’s curls gone?
  • richie gets secretly a new haircut, surprising eddie and the other losers at school. well, eddie definitely wasn’t a fan of it, was he?
  • yeah, so this one was kinda funny? i hate myself, ugh. please, don’t h8 me. 

it was a school day, but thank god they had all their periods behind already. eddie usually enjoys them, since he goes to the same high school as his friends, they were still as close and that was pretty cool, he would be a mess without them, he couldn’t even count how many times they saved his ass already — way too many times, for sure. 

but today, one of the losers was missing. of course it was richie, he would never miss a chance to skip school, he was missing at least twice in a week, always.


“where’s richie?" 

beverly said, grabbing the apple out of her box, as she slowly took a bite, staring at eddie that just took of his lunch, a one he made himself, of course.

"i don’t know… thought you guys would know.”

 he said, pitching his voice a bit, as usual. he raised his eyebrows up, looking at them all, as his lips drew together.


of course, they knew. they all fucking knew and played with him the whole day. they knew exactly, what was about to happen and where richie was.
beverly smiled at ben, then back at eddie, raising her eyebrows, too. but just for a second, not like eddie. he has given them a literal death stare.


stanley laughed a bit, showing off his teeth. he tried not to chuckle more, but they all suddendly became so  inconspicuous, seriously. 


what the fuck?

did they knew where he was?

he swear to god if they know and he—


“eds?”


richie said, showing up behind him, tapping on his boyfriend’s arm suddenly. eddie jumped a bit, richie’s fingers on his arm scared him, gave him goose bumps. but he turned around anyway.


fucking. god. hell. fuck. 


he so wished to turn back and just pretend like…

 this didn’t happen. 

his mouth was wide open, everyone was smiling, looking at eddie. his boyfriend just got a fucking haircut. he was used to seeing those curls bumping around, but now, his hair was all… that. it wasn’t as tragical, but how long is it going to take for his hair to grow the fuck back?


“you stupid idiot." 

eddie said, almost yelling. he stood up and hit richie’s arm.


"ouch, fuck, eds! what the fuck!" 

richie responded, shrugging his eyebrows as he was hiding his face to prevent eddie from hitting it.


"what the fuck? yeah, what the fuck, rich! where are your curls?" 

he yelled, again. 


"i… i didn’t expect that.”


“you didn’t expect that? you know how much i liked your hair, why would you do this to me." 

eddie said, confused. everyone around them was silently chuckling, they were hilarious.


eddie’s reaction was hilarious.


"just promise you’ll never do that again, jezus.”

 eddie said, seriously. 


richie grinned, hugging eddie. 


“i promise.”


“at least you didn’t get a face cut." 

(ha!)


eddie said, silently chuckling at his joke. 

everyone else did too, except richie, he rolled his eyes and couldn’t, but at the end smiled after all.

I sucked my teachers dick

I’m 26f and when I was in high school I had a teacher that really turned me on every time I saw him. He was my wood shop class teacher and also was the head coach to the football team. He was black and buff and would always wear sweat pants the kind that you could see his dick print thru and omg was he hung. So I decided to start teasing him a lil by always wearing low cut shirts to school under my sweater and when I would go into his class I would take off my sweater( I had double d titties at that time already lol) and bend over in front of his desk or ask him for a hug so he could look down my shirt. So on a certain day I knew he was gunna have lunch in his room and I went to his room at lunch asking him if I had left one of my books to start bs conversation. I was already feeling horny cause I knew I wanted to to something with him, I kept on fixing my bra on purpose making my tits jiggle for him. I was asking him how much me benched since he was so buff and I asked him if I could feel his muscle on his arms, then I asked him if he worked out his abs he said yes, I asked him if I could see and feel them. He stood up and I noticed his dick print so I touched his abs feeling amazed I looked him dead in his eyes, as I’m looking at him I slowly moved my hand down his abs too his dick. He hesitated a little bit but I told him this would be our little secret I wasn’t gunna tell anybody. So I pushed him on his chair I pulled my shirt down and had my tits out, I got on my knees pulled his pants down and he had the biggest black dick I had ever seen. I started sucking on his big fat dick like there was no tomorrow, he also had some big balls and I was sucking on them while I stroked his hard dick. He didn’t wanna cum and make a mess but I told him it’s okay cum in my mouth I will swallow it. I knew he loved that I told him that cuz he then filled up my mouth with so much thick cum that I could barely swallow it. His dick was so good omg, best experience of my life❤️

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite milestone for CS ? Like was it heir first date ? ( mines ) or their first kiss ? First I love you ?

There are so many, and I love them all, but today I’m going to go with Emma and Killian’s first quarrel as a couple. I know, that might be a little strange and if you ask me tomorrow I would undoubtedly say something different, but I always like occasional moments of friction for couples. It tests the characters and shows us what they and their relationship are made of, it gives the actors something a bit juicier to bite into, and, of course, the best part is we get to then see them make up.

I loved every single second of their interactions in episode 4x13, Unforgiven. The tension between them is delicious from start to finish.   The episode begins with them strolling along, hand-in-hand a happy couple for all the world to see, and then they run into Ursula and all that changes. 

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I love how uncomfortable Killian is immediately, so much so that he can’t hide it from Emma, even though he tries. One second he has everything he ever wanted, being with Emma, and the next second something is threatening that. You can almost see the dark cloud take up residence over his heart and mind. Emma clearly knows something is up, it would be hard to miss, but I also like to think that she is a bit more keenly attuned to him since this is so soon after the whole heart-fiasco with Rumple.

When they next meet, that fiercest pirate in all the realms is delivering lunch to his sweetheart’s office. Can we just take a moment to glory in how hilarious that is, but at the same time it’s not a jot out of character. It’s so him and so them. He is so caring, he just wants his Swan to have her heart’s desire, in this instance grilled cheese.  I love how playful and loving their conversation is… until it’s not. However, I also love that in a nanosecond the scene turns, and you can cut the tension with a knife.

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This is the kind of tension I find delicious. Characters in love, but at odds.  Poor Killian, he would do anything to hold on to Emma, and he just can’t stand the idea of her knowing the truth. Of course, he completely misjudges, and creates more problems and makes the issue seem larger than it is, but I can’t say that I blame him. Haven’t we all had moments where we don’t want those closest to us to see our blemishes?

 When Killian returns I can’t get enough of how he sulks in, poor dear, he has no idea what is going to happen. He’s consumed with guilt over the past and filled with worry over what Emma has called him in to say, however, his entrance is still tinged with a bit of defiance. Killian Jones will not be cowed. 

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However, what I love most about these scenes is what they say about Emma’s growth and her feelings for Killian.  There would have been a time that this scenario would have sent her running, her fear and trust issues causing her to flee.  However, she knows Killian, she loves Killian (even if she hasn’t admitted it yet) and she is not going to let this come between them. It only takes her an afternoon to figure that out. She knows his heart and isn’t afraid of his past and she gives him the gift of space and trust and it’s an absolutely beautiful thing.

Plus, the declarations in this episode!

“I’m going to choose to see the best in you.”

and

“I don’t intend to let you down.”

Those lines are some of the most romantic words these characters utter to each other through the course of this series, and as we all know they have no shortage of romantic declarations.  To me these are so meaningful, because they’re not telling the other how they feel, but they’re showing them how they feel by promising to do right by the other.  That’s good stuff. 

As for Killian, he is so relieved, he can’t believe there are no strings, that he has no more to prove, this was the moment that their relationship became unconditional. Their love might be tested going forward, but from there on out they were both committed to the other no matter what.

So, yeah, this little quarrel was a very important milestone for Captain Swan.

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 

2

“Hunk, he knows my name. Shiro knows my name!”

“Pretty sure that’s because he saw you start a food fight in the mess hall with Keith and he stopped you two before you could drag other people in it. You both got detention for that, remember?”

or: Lance have been pining after his hero for quite a while now and is having a hard time keeping his crush a secret especially after Shiro called him by his name for the first time.

Sit down lads and listen to my tired fueled rant on why Steven Yeun is a pure man and loves Keith!

So, its been bugging me for a while (especially with the new season just being released) about the fact that almost all the voice actors promote the show and how much slack my boi Steven gets! We all know how much Jeremy Shada, Bex T-K, Josh Keaton, Hell, even AJ whos new to the team go full out and are full of thoughts and words to say about Voltron and their charterers, SO, I am here today, ignoring every piece of homework i have due four weeks ago to tell y’all why none of the slack he gets is deserved!

Way back when in may of this year, a local (ish) convention guested Steven Yeun as a guest, and even though I may be a Lance stan before a human being, I cried cuz I loved this boi since the walking dead. 

I had saved all my $$ just to get this boi’s autograph (on top of picking one up for my friends sister) and waited in his line for almost 2 hours just so i could be first.  And as I sat in line, i noticed that the growing amount of walking dead fans where starting to get extremely high (i don’t think a single person in that line even KNEW what Voltron even was!).

So, b/c i am smart and don’t want to make a rash choice, i sneak a pick at the photos he has lined up before hand to see if they had any rad Voltron for him to sign. and OF COURSE there is no Voltron or Keith anywhere on that table.  But Worry not fellow nerds!  I did the smart thing and printed off a picture of Keith at home!  But my printer is shitty and the quality wasn’t the best

So after almost two hours and him being 20 minutes late ( i could never hate, my boi was on his lunch break) the line starts movin.  So here i am, about to meet Steven FREAKING Yeun, dressed as Kim Possible (not relevant but anyways) and I have practiced over and over what im gonna say to this man.  

“Talk about the Walking Dead, you can do it, tell him you love the walking dead”

So i get up and pay for my autograph, and they let me have two photos and his manager, when he gets to me, tells him that he can only sign one.

NOw, before I got on, my boi looked tired.  Like HELLA TIRED.  idk what he be doing, but he was doing his best to fake a smile and get through another line.

And when i get up in front of him, I FROZE!  like, BItcH, What you DOIN?!?!?  anyways, i shake his hand and all i manage to say is 

“I loved you in Voltron!”

And the look on his face gave me ten years of my life back!  This boi (whose entire autograph photo selection is just walking dead and head shots) hears Voltron, and i saw a smile that was genuine rush over him.  And the MOMENT i notice this, I just go back to talking about Voltron with him

Anyways, he signs my friends photo (which was hella aesthetic) and he looks over at my two and i explain to him the deal 

“So, heres the thing: i only have enough money for one autograph and you are my favorite character in the walking dead (bitch was already dead at this point too) but I got really sad when there was no Keith photos. SO i printed this out at home and I want you to decide.”

he looks at the two photos and tells me

“heres what we’re gonna do.”

and he reaches for the Keith picture and he starts to sign it.  I’m already close to tears at this point, and he is just signing away.  And then he glances over at his manager and quickly signs the other one, pushing both towards me before she had time to react and pull the other one away.

ANd at this point i am IN TEARS.  Crying in the con, god bless this random lady who gave me a tissue or my makeup would have been a mess.  

My friend and I sit down and we look at the pictures and he FUCKING SIGNED THE KEITH PHOTO FROM KEITH!!!!  I might be a Lance stan, but jesus fuck do I love Steven Yeun and everything he is!!

And this boi loves Keith! all the stories I heard from others who met him said that when they mentioned Voltron he would become ten times more happy.  Steven is a gift and I want nothing but happiness for that man.

Oh, and also…

Stevn Yeun loves Keith, he cares for Voltron, and I will NOT tolerate hate towards him any longer!

I rest my case

Harvey Weinsten sexually Harassed Lupita Nyong’o

Lupita: “I have been following the news and reading the accounts of women coming forward to talk about being assaulted by Harvey Weinstein and others. I had shelved my experience with Harvey far in the recesses of my mind, joining in the conspiracy of silence that has allowed this predator to prowl for so many years. I had felt very much alone when these things happened, and I had blamed myself for a lot of it, quite like many of the other women who have shared their stories.

But now that this is being discussed openly, I have not been able to avoid the memories resurfacing. I have felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I have felt such a flare of rage that the experience I recount below was not a unique incident with me, but rather part of a sinister pattern of behavior.

I met Harvey Weinstein in 2011 at an awards ceremony in Berlin, while I was still a student at the Yale School of Drama. An intermediary introduced him to me as “the most powerful producer in Hollywood.” As an aspiring actress, I was of course eager to meet people in the industry but cautious about strangers, and the intentions of men in general. So I tried to vet this famous producer by asking my dinner-table companions what they knew of him. A woman who was a producer herself cautiously advised me to “keep Harvey in your corner.” She said: “He is a good man to know in the business, but just be careful around him. He can be a bully.” And so I exchanged contacts with him in the hopes that I would be of consideration for one of his projects. I wanted to keep things professional, so I made a point of referring to him as “Mr. Weinstein.” But he insisted that I call him by his first name. In this first encounter, I found him to be very direct and authoritative, but also charming. He didn’t quite put me at ease, but he didn’t alarm me, either.

Not long after we met in Berlin, Harvey wrote to me inviting me to attend a screening of a film — a competitor’s film similar to one he had produced. He said we would be watching it with his family at his home in Westport, Conn., which was not far away from New Haven, where I was living at the time. He would send a car to pick me up. I accepted the invitation.

The driver and I met Harvey in the little town of Westport, where he informed me that we would be having lunch at a restaurant before getting to his home. I did not think much of this. It was a busy restaurant, and as soon as we sat down he ordered a vodka and diet soda for himself. I asked for a juice. Harvey was unimpressed with my choice and told the waiter to bring me a vodka and diet soda instead. I declined and said I wanted the juice. We went back and forth until finally he turned to the waiter and said, “Get her what I tell you to get her. I’m the one paying the bill.” I smiled and remained silent. The waiter left and returned with a vodka and diet soda for me. He placed it on the table beside my water. I drank the water. Harvey told me that I needed to drink the vodka and diet soda. I informed him that I would not.

“Why not?” I remember him asking. “Because I don’t like vodka, and I don’t like diet soda, and I don’t like them together,” I said. “You are going to drink that,” he insisted. I smiled again and said that I wouldn’t. He gave up and called me stubborn. I said, “I know.” And the meal proceeded without much further ado. In this second encounter with Harvey, I found him to be pushy and idiosyncratic more than anything.

We got to his home after lunch and I met his domestic staff and his young children. He took me on a brief tour of the house before he rounded us all up in the screening room to watch the film. He had just produced a similar film of his own, but everyone was raving about this rival version.

I settled in for the film, but about 15 minutes in, Harvey came for me, saying he wanted to show me something. I protested that I wanted to finish the film first, but he insisted I go with him, laying down the law as though I too was one of his children. I did not want another back-and-forth in front of his kids, so I complied and left the room with him. I explained that I really wanted to see the film. He said we’d go back shortly.

Harvey led me into a bedroom — his bedroom — and announced that he wanted to give me a massage. I thought he was joking at first. He was not. For the first time since I met him, I felt unsafe. I panicked a little and thought quickly to offer to give him one instead: It would allow me to be in control physically, to know exactly where his hands were at all times.

Part of our drama school curriculum at Yale included body work, using massage techniques on one another to understand the connection between body, mind and emotion, and so I felt I could rationalize giving him one and keep a semblance of professionalism in spite of the bizarre circumstance. He agreed to this and lay on the bed. I began to massage his back to buy myself time to figure out how to extricate myself from this undesirable situation. Before long he said he wanted to take off his pants. I told him not to do that and informed him that it would make me extremely uncomfortable. He got up anyway to do so and I headed for the door, saying that I was not at all comfortable with that. “If we’re not going to watch the film, I really should head back to school,” I said.

I opened the door and stood by the frame. He put his shirt on and again mentioned how stubborn I was. I agreed with an easy laugh, trying to get myself out of the situation safely. I was after all on his premises, and the members of his household, the potential witnesses, were all (strategically, it seems to me now) in a soundproof room.

Earlier Harvey had sent the driver to the store to buy a boxed collection of “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency,” an HBO show that he had produced. This was the project he thought I would be right for, he said. (I later found out that the show had not been on the air for some time.) As I prepared to leave his home, he presented it to me. He wanted me to check it out and let him know what I thought. He would be in touch about it. I left for New Haven with his driver.

I didn’t quite know how to process the massage incident. I reasoned that it had been inappropriate and uncalled-for, but not overtly sexual. I was entering into a business where the intimate is often professional and so the lines are blurred. I was in an educational program where I was giving massages to my classmates and colleagues every day. Though the incident with Harvey had made me uncomfortable, I was able to explain and justify it to myself, and shelve it as an awkward moment. His offer to me to be a part of the HBO show was a very attractive one and I was excited about it, especially as I would be graduating in another year. I didn’t know how to proceed without jeopardizing my future. But I knew I would not be accepting any more visits to private spaces with Harvey Weinstein.

I decided to invite Harvey to come to a production I was in at school. Perhaps that way he would really see what I had to offer, and he would see my colleagues, too. He accepted the invitation, but the night of the production, he sent a message saying he had been caught up in New York and would be unable to attend. He would make it up to me. So when I received an official invitation to a staged reading of his new Broadway show, “Finding Neverland,” I was not surprised. I was still debating whether I should accept his invitation, and so I responded saying I was not certain that I could make it because of my school schedule. He responded with exactly the words I needed to hear: Come with whomever you want to come with. And so I invited two of my trusted male friends.

We attended the reading, and afterward Harvey invited us all to a restaurant for dinner with his comrades and collaborators. He sat me next to him, and another actress sat across from me. He had my friends sit at a different table. The talk was shop the whole time and Harvey held court with ease. He was charming and funny once more, and I felt confused about the discomfort I had previously experienced. I looked at the actress who I was informed had just worked with him on a project, searching her face for any sort of indication that she too had been made to feel uncomfortable by this powerful man, but of course I saw nothing. We did not stay very long because we had to catch a train back to New Haven. My friends had been equally charmed by Harvey. He knew when to turn it on if he wanted something. He was definitely a bully, but he could be really charming, which was disarming and confusing. I left feeling that perhaps he had learned my boundaries and was going to respect them.

A couple of months later, I received an email from Harvey, inviting me again to New York for a screening of “W.E.” After the screening, we would have drinks in TriBeCa. I then received a phone call from one of his male assistants to arrange my transportation. Feeling more confident about the new sense of boundaries that we had established in our last meeting, I attended the screening on my own this time. Afterward, as planned, his male assistant arranged for me to get to the Tribeca Grill, where Harvey would be joining us. I met a female assistant when I arrived there. I was expecting that it would be a group of us, as it had been for the reading, but she informed me it would just be Mr. Weinstein. She would sit with me until he arrived. She seemed on edge, but I could only imagine how stressful it was to work for a man who had so much going on.

Harvey arrived and the assistant immediately disappeared. We ordered drinks and starters. Again he was offended by my nonalcoholic beverage choice but he didn’t fight me on it as hard. Before the starters arrived, he announced: “Let’s cut to the chase. I have a private room upstairs where we can have the rest of our meal.” I was stunned. I told him I preferred to eat in the restaurant. He told me not to be so naïve. If I wanted to be an actress, then I had to be willing to do this sort of thing. He said he had dated Famous Actress X and Y and look where that had gotten them.

I was silent for a while before I mustered up the courage to politely decline his offer. “You have no idea what you are passing up,” he said. “With all due respect, I would not be able to sleep at night if I did what you are asking, so I must pass,” I replied.

His whole demeanor changed at that point. “Then I guess we are two ships passing in the night.” I had never heard that saying before, so I remember asking him what it meant. “It means just that,” he said. “We are two ships going in two different directions.”

“Yes, I guess we are.”

“So we are done here,” he said. “You can leave.”

We got up, having not eaten anything, and he led me out of the restaurant. My heart was beating very fast. A cab was hailed for me. I said I would take the subway (I could not afford a cab at the time), but he handed me some money and told me not to be silly, take the cab. Before I got in, I needed to make sure that I had not awakened a beast that would go on to ruin my name and destroy my chances in the business even before I got there.

“I just want to know that we are good,” I said.

“I don’t know about your career, but you’ll be fine,” he said. It felt like both a threat and a reassurance at the same time; of what, I couldn’t be sure.

I did not see Harvey again until September 2013 when I was in Toronto for the premiere of “12 Years a Slave,” the first feature film I was in. At an after-party, he found me and evicted whoever was sitting next to me to sit beside me. He said he couldn’t believe how fast I had gotten to where I was, and that he had treated me so badly in the past. He was ashamed of his actions and he promised to respect me moving forward. I said thank you and left it at that. But I made a quiet promise to myself to never ever work with Harvey Weinstein.

Not long after I won the Academy Award in 2014, I received an offer to play a role in one of the Weinstein Company’s forthcoming films. I knew I would not do it simply because it was the Weinstein Company, but I did not feel comfortable telling this to anybody. I turned down the role, but Harvey would not take no for an answer. While at Cannes, he insisted on meeting with me in person. I agreed to do it only because my agent would be present. In the meeting, he was honest about intending to persuade me to do his movie. I told him I simply did not feel it was a role I needed to play. He said he was open to making it bigger, more significant, maybe they could add a love scene. He said if I did this one for him, he would do another one for me — basically guaranteeing backing a star-vehicle film for me. I ran out of ways of politely saying no and so did my agent. I was so exasperated by the end that I just kept quiet. Harvey finally accepted my position and expressed that he still wanted to work with me at some point. “Thank you, I hope so,” I lied.

And that was the last of my personal encounters with Harvey Weinstein. I share all of this now because I know now what I did not know then. I was part of a growing community of women who were secretly dealing with harassment by Harvey Weinstein. But I also did not know that there was a world in which anybody would care about my experience with him. You see, I was entering into a community that Harvey Weinstein had been in, and even shaped, long before I got there. He was one of the first people I met in the industry, and he told me, “This is the way it is.” And wherever I looked, everyone seemed to be bracing themselves and dealing with him, unchallenged. I did not know that things could change. I did not know that anybody wanted things to change. So my survival plan was to avoid Harvey and men like him at all costs, and I did not know that I had allies in this.

Fortunately for me, I have not dealt with any such incidents in the business since. And I think it is because all the projects I have been a part of have had women in positions of power, along with men who are feminists in their own right who have not abused their power. What I am most interested in now is combating the shame we go through that keeps us isolated and allows for harm to continue to be done. I wish I had known that there were women in the business I could have talked to. I wish I had known that there were ears to hear me. That justice could be served. There is clearly power in numbers. I thank the women who have spoken up and given me the strength to revisit this unfortunate moment in my past.

Our business is complicated because intimacy is part and parcel of our profession; as actors we are paid to do very intimate things in public. That’s why someone can have the audacity to invite you to their home or hotel and you show up. Precisely because of this we must stay vigilant and ensure that the professional intimacy is not abused. I hope we are in a pivotal moment where a sisterhood — and brotherhood of allies — is being formed in our industry. I hope we can form a community where a woman can speak up about abuse and not suffer another abuse by not being believed and instead being ridiculed. That’s why we don’t speak up — for fear of suffering twice, and for fear of being labeled and characterized by our moment of powerlessness. Though we may have endured powerlessness at the hands of Harvey Weinstein, by speaking up, speaking out and speaking together, we regain that power. And we hopefully ensure that this kind of rampant predatory behavior as an accepted feature of our industry dies here and now.

Now that we are speaking, let us never shut up about this kind of thing. I speak up to make certain that this is not the kind of misconduct that deserves a second chance. I speak up to contribute to the end of the conspiracy of silence.”


I’m so happy Lupita shared her story and I have so much more respect for her and commend her for sticking by her morals. It’s disgusting that Harvey would even try something with her while his kids were in the other room, what a sick bastard

Inevitable

An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.

Alpha.

He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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