Scruffy Art with a Scruffy Dog

Queen Tilde and her ladies 🐍

they show up in court and just ask the lawyer for the collection company: can you prove where this number comes from? Do you have a contract showing that you purchased our debt? probably luckily for them, a reporter researching a book on the topic showed up and asked the same questions.

10 minutes later they get in front of the judge and the collection company drops the whole case and theyre free to go. story is below, it has a transcript in the link too

https://twitter.com/BrianManookian/status/1674963884703088642

WE HAVE NOT YET LOOKED INTO THIS.

... but holy shit it's worth pursuing if you're drowning in debt and these are your circumstances. I'll definitely be adding this to the Big List of Future BGR Topics. Here's more of our advice on debt:

MASTERPOST: Everything You Need to Know about How to Pay off Debt

And I know that's silly right, like yeah no shit Ice, we knew that. BUT my point here is don’t be afraid to study photography, theatre, and staging for ideas. They actively work with light! It’s why I share so many images of models; it’s purposeful, focused staging of light with many of these compositions!

Brown-skinned Black people- brown-skinned people in general- GLOW in the light! Our skin reflects environmental light! There’s so much opportunity to play with that, and you can see different examples in those mediums."

edit: people are reblogging without the addition so im putting the extra versions in the base post too

Girl from Amman (1935)

Toph Beifong x Fem!Waterbender!Reader

Sypnosis: Toph is soo down bad for you..

Warnings: Switch!Toph, cunnilingus, fingering, Public sex, foot grinding, Pussydrunk!Toph, reader uses Waterbending on Toph, dirty smut.

Toph Beifong. A woman who prided herself on her strength and fearlessness. A woman who never let silly emotions throw off her focus.

Well, that is until she met you.

There was just something about the way you carried yourself— Confident, strong-willed, untamable— That was so alluring to her.

You had this ability to make others falter without even trying. Nothing could hold you down. Not even gravity.

You were able to take even the most crowded of rooms, and make it so that all she ‘saw’ was you.

Everything she’s ever told herself was thrown out of the window with only a single glance from those beautiful eyes. It was infuriating!

Yet, so addictive..

Toph couldn’t help but want you. You challenged her in a way no other ever had the guts to. Every opinion? Shot down by your intellect and boldness. Every insult thrown your way by her? Dodged and sent full force to her with your sass and witty comebacks.

It was everything she’s ever craved! Everything she never even knew she needed.

Toph Beifong. The strongest Earthbender in the world. Had finally met her match, and it was the most exhilarating feeling in all of the Earth Kingdom.

She found herself staring at you more often than she’d admit. Head tilted to the side the way blind people do when they’re studying someone’s every move.

And when you caught her gawking at you? You faced her head on. Popping out your hip with that unshakable attitude of yours, and smiling so smugly she could practically feel that confidence radiating off you in seismic waves.

And— Oh, she loved every second of it.

You were a force to be reckoned with. A strong one at that. A Waterbender, just like Katara. But, so much more dangerous. You managed to tear every one of her walls down with a smirk and a flip of your hair.

Ugh, it was getting harder and harder to control herself around you. And everyone knew it!

It was all in the way she stared at you. Wherever you’d walk by, her gaze would linger. Nothing but pure, unadulterated hunger behind those sightless eyes.

Right now was no different. You and Toph were at dinner together, bickering per usual. She’d say something out of pocket, (Because, of course Toph flirts by being mean) and you’d retort with a remark ten times worse!

Spirits, it made her head spin with ecstasy. Because, you didn’t back down. Never did when it came down to it.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Eyes sparkling with delight, not that you ever noticed.

Toph leaned in closer, to which you responded in kind by closing in the distance just a fraction as well. She smirked. That cocky little curl of lips that could make anyone’s knees weak, and spoke in an almost rougher tone.

“Gods..”

Her gaze never wavered from where she knew yours was. Raw, unfiltered need etched all over her features. Her foot lifting to brush against your leg under the table before continuing..

“You’re so hot when you talk back.”

You stay completely still, Not even acknowledging the way her bare foot was teasing your skin. You just sat there staring at her with a tilted head that matched her own and that stupidly attractive smile on your face. It’s like you know what you’re doing to her!

“Yeah?”

Your voice was low, seductive. Toph’s breath hitched at the sound, almost imperceptible had you not been so close to her. It made the smirk on your face turn downright wicked.

“You like it when I’m like this?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dragged her foot slowly up your calf, bare sole warm against your pants. Teasing, testing how far you’d let her go.

Then that smirk returned full force, the one that said I’m about to wreck you.

“Like it?” She echoed lowly, leaning even closer until her nose almost brushed yours. “I’m obsessed with it.”

Her voice dropped to a growl—the kind only you ever got—and her hand shot out and grabbed the back of your neck.

“Well, that’s a real problem..”

You whisper teasingly in response, lips purposefully brushing against Toph’s before pulling back entirely and sitting back in your booth chair.

“Because, you’re not getting anything from me. That is.. unless you like to grovel.”

Toph froze.

The air between you turned electric—charged with challenge and something far more dangerous— arousal.

For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Just sat there, her hand still hovering where your neck had been seconds ago. Her lips tingled from that near-kiss—a ghost of contact—and her entire body screamed to close the gap again.

But no.

You’d pulled away. Teased her. Dared her to grovel?

A slow, wild grin spread across Toph’s face. The kind that meant trouble for everyone involved, especially you.

She leaned back in her chair now… arms crossing over that broad chest like a queen sizing up an insolent knight who just insulted the crown.

“Ohhh,” she purred, voice thick with amusement and threat all at once. “You wanna play it like that?”

Her foot? Still on your leg, but now pressing harder into your thigh as if marking territory.

And then came the smirk again…

The one right before battle began.

“I do.”

You hum, finger moving under the table to lightly graze the sensitive skin of her ankle and lightly trailing your fingertips around it.

“You want me? Show me how much.”

Toph’s pulse spiked.

That little graze, just a feather-light touch on her ankle, sent a shock through her like lightning through stone. Her breath caught, muscles tensing not from anger, but desire, hot and sudden.

She hadn’t expected you to play dirty. To go straight for the weak spot, a sensitive nerve she rarely showed anyone.

And gods… it felt good.

Too good. You were unraveling her with just your finger, and you knew it too, judging by that smug grin of yours.

Her jaw tightened. Pride warred with passion inside Toph Beifong, the girl who never begged now fighting every instinct not to throw herself at you right here in front of everyone in the mess hall (where they totally weren't supposed to be doing this).

But then?

A slow breath out…

And without tearing her eyes away from yours— Blind as they are— She did something completely unexpected for someone as proud as she was.

She slid under the table.

Kneeling right there between your legs like a servant ready to obey any command.

You raised one of your brows, surprised she was actually down there. Under you. Staring up at you, like that.

Completely at your mercy..

You shifted your gaze toward the restaurant. Nobody seemed to be paying any mind to either of you, each customer unaware of the filth that was about to take place right under their noses.

Toph’s hands draw you out of your thoughts. Rough, calloused, wrapped around your legs. Slowly trailing up your calves, lifting one up to her shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss to the skin there.

Then another to your knee.

And one more to your inner thigh..

Stopping when she reached the thin piece of fabric under your skirt. Your lips were parted, a shaky breath escaping your mouth. And just when things were getting good..

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes landed over to the voice instantly, eyes wide and staring at the waiter who had his notepad in hand.

“Your order, Ma’am.”

You sat frozen for a second, then cleared your throat and looked down at the menu that was resting on the table, idly scanning over it.

You’d thought that Toph would stop her ministrations when there was a person right beside them.. That you would be safe from the consequences of teasing her until she finally caved?

Wrong.

Her finger lifted to your inner thigh, burying her face between your legs and inhaling the scent that was already coaxing from your panties. Then? She pulled them to the side, blowing a puff of air teasingly onto your core.

“And for the drinks we can- can..”

Your whole body shuddered, a low pitched moan erupted from your throat.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?”

The waiter actually looked worried, pen pausing its note taking and his eyes lifted to your now flushed face.

“Who, me? God- good! I’m good! Just so cold in here..”

You managed to say, the shivers that came from Toph’s tongue movements made the lie a little more convincing.

“Oh. Okay then.. I’ll just bring you guys some waters. We’ll be back with your orders shortly.”

Toph smirked against your cunt, licking a long stripe over your center and then latching her lips to your clit. Sucking on the bud with a fervor that made your thighs clench around her head.

You clasped a hand over your mouth, keeping the moans that left your lips muffled as Toph worked your pussy.

Toph’s free hand lifted, pulling your pussy lips apart and sliding two of her digits inside of you.

Curling them up to hit that sweet spot deep that you were never able to reach with your own fingers. Your back arched off the seat, hips bucking into her hand to meet her thrusts.

“Toph!”

Your voice came out higher than intended. Though due to the loud atmosphere, no one heard it. Thankfully..

Your body jolted when she pulled her fingers out of you, only to push them back in deliciously enough to make your head fall back against the booth.

Her tongue didn’t stop either. Continuing to suck on your pulsing clit, nibbling when her fingers thrusted into you, and flattening it again in an open-mouthed kiss. Her free hand hooked around your thigh, keeping you from squirming away while she drowned in the feel of your pussy. The way your juices smeared over her face, how your walls clamped around her fingers like they were claiming them.

One of your hands found her hair, tugging on the strands harshly enough to make her groan and guiding her face closer to you. You weren’t gentle with her, she loved it. How you took what you wanted from her without question. The thought alone was enough to dampen her underwear.

Spirits above, you were so made for her..

Toph’s fingers curled into you deeper, continuously hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your climax came with a breathless sob from your mouth. Toph never paused her actions, drawling out your pleasure for as long as possible. When your tremors stopped is when she finally pulled away from you.

Her gaze lifted up to you, unfocused eyes narrowing as she took in your disheveled state. A wide, cocky grin spreading across her features.

You were gone now. Face flushed a dark red, pupils blown wide with want, throat hoarse from trying to keep your sounds in. There was even a little drool dripping at the corner of your mouth. Gods, that might’ve been the best you ever had. Way too good for someone who once said they hated you. So, being the generous person you were..

Who would you be if you didn’t return the favor?

Your hand moved under the table, not to grab at her hair, no. Instead, you flexed a finger outward. Using your Waterbending to gather all of the wetness in her boxers and move it up to her clit.

The slick circling around it torturously slow, make a low groan leave Toph. You weren’t merciful, your bending pressing excruciatingly hard into her, but not going fast enough to create any sort of build up.

Toph got impatient, her hands moving to your legs, pulling you closer to her and grinding against your foot hungrily.

You took notice of this, pausing your movements enough to make her whimper, then amplifying her pleasure by making her juices vibrate over her aching core.

“Holy shit-“

Toph breathed out, stopping her movements for a second, A low, guttural sound getting torn from her.

Your finger made another motion, the vibrations on her clit getting faster, rougher. Toph let out a whine, her head dropping to your thigh. Her hips proceeding their motions on your foot, thrusts now growing sloppier, losing their rhythm, signaling that she was about to cum.

You pressed her slick rougher into her, amping up the pressure into her clit one last time before she’s finding her release. Teeth sinking into the plush skin of your thigh to muffle her sounds. You rode out her high, bending stopping their movements when she went pliant in your lap.

————

You guys ended up getting the food to go.

It was late now, the two of you walking the quiet streets of the Earth kingdom. Toph’s arm now draped around your shoulder as if marking her territory.

“So..”

Toph starts, keeping her gaze forward for a second before turning to you with a wide grin.

“Dinner at my place next time?”

WAIT CAUSE I WAS IN MY BAG WITH THIS ONE

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