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[chukys-mouthguard]

I have a request, Could you do where the reader is Luke's twin sister and they are it is there 21st birthday and Jack and Quinn are there to celebrate with them and Luke and the reader both get really drunk and Jack and Quinn take care of the when they are both drunk and hungover

Also love your fic's read them every time you post

seeing double

Genre: fluff

Featuring: Hughes brothers x Luke’s twin sister reader

Summary: it’s you and your twin brother luke’s 21st birthday and your brother’s Jack and Quinn have the pleasure of taking care of you both

Note: I’ve never written with the reader being a sister before, so this was new to me, but i think this still turned out cute 🫶🏼

“What time is it??”

You shouted over the music as you frantically searched the room for a phone to check yourself.

“Uhhh, 11:55.”

Your eyes wide as you quickly ran to the back door to look for the boys. Finding them all hanging around the fire pit shotgunning beers.

“Luke Warren Hughes! Get your ass in here and take a shot with me at midnight!”

It was yours and your twin brother Luke’s 21st birthday, well almost, and you were a bit more intoxicated than he was. But you were determined to change that, wanting to be sure that your twin brother was actually letting loose for the night. Luke not being much of a partier, he left that to Jack. But your older brothers were doing their best to get Luke to have more than just 2 beers for once.

The boys came in from the fire pit, joining you and your girl friends around the kitchen island as shots were passed around. Once everyone had a shot you noticed the time was now 11:58, hurrying to get out your toast before the clock struck midnight, finally signaling your birthday.

“Life is a waste of time. Time is a waste of life. So why not get wasted all the time, and have the time of our life!”

The group throwing back the shots in unison, followed by a loud roar of happy birthday. You and Luke taking another shot just the two of you as your friends recorded videos for Snapchat, Jack and Quinn both laughing at the two of you knocking back tequila like it was water.

“There’s no way we make it to breakfast with mom and dad tomorrow.”

“Not a fucking chance!”

The group had settled on flip cup and pong as the two games of choice, which was music to your ears knowing Luke was a secret weapon when drunk.

“Uh oh, it’s the Hughes showdown!!”

Quinn and Jack somehow made a miraculous comeback to face you and Luke in the final round of beer pong.

“Luke, we cannot lose to them! We will never live it down!”

Luke nodded his head through hooded eyes, the tequila shots very much hitting him like a ton of bricks. Noticing him swaying back and forth, you’d realized you were most likely carrying the team this round. Chugging some water you did your best to sober up and be sure to beat your brothers and earn bragging rights.

“It all comes down to this Lukey! Your shot, don’t fuck it up!”

Quinn and Jack teased Luke as he could barely see the cup at the opposite end of the table. Your final shot had missed by a mile, and at this point you were in desperate need of your bed. The tequila rightfully kicking your ass after one too many shots.

“Fuck.”

Luke cursed as his ball completely missed the table, bouncing off into the other room as Quinn and Jack hugged in celebration. The bragging rights would surely be held over you and Luke’s heads for months.

“Don’t sweat it Lukey boy, you’ll get a shot at revenge one day.”

Jack tapped him on the shoulder as you threw back another shot, hoping the taste of alcohol would make you forget the embarrassing display you put on in that game of pong.

By 2am, you and Luke collectively had enough alcohol for the entire Michigan Hockey Team and you were feeling it. Both of you dozing off on the couch as the party had come to an end.

“Y/n, y/n! Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I am in bed.” You groaned at Quinn, not wanting to move as you were very much comfortable on the couch squished next to Luke.

“Jack, can you take Luke? I’ll deal with y/n?”

Jack nodded as both boys picked the two of you up off the couch, Quinn carrying you while Jack simply threw Luke’s arm over his shoulder.

“Fuck Luke, stand up!”

Quinn laughed as Jack practically fell to the floor as Luke was purely dead weight. “Switch me, clearly your off season workouts aren’t cutting it!”

Jack rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, letting Quinn take over with Luke.

“Jack, put me down.” The tequila now rearing its head as you grew nauseous from the boys carrying you.

“Y/n I’m taking you to bed, hush.”

Trying your best to fight out of Jack’s grip, you only made yourself more sick. Your hand immediately flying to your mouth, signaling to Jack you needed a toilet or a trash can, and fast.

“Shit, y/n don’t you dare!”

Jack sprinted to the bathroom with you in his arms, trying his best not to make the situation worse. Setting you down, he let you have a minute to hopefully settle your stomach, Jack never being good with puking.

“Do you need anything?”

He stood back as he watched you sitting on the floor, eyes closed as you took deep breaths, trying to calm your stomach.

“No, I think I’m-“

Before you could finish you were cut off by your nausea getting the best of you, Jack trying his best to be there for you despite him wanting to run as far away as possible.

“Jack, hold my hair please?”

“What? How?”

“Just grab my fucking hair like a ponytail and hold it back so I don’t puke on it!”

He cautiously made his way to you, grabbing a hold of your hair, standing as far back as he could, doing his best to distract himself from what was going on.

“Jack! Where are you?”

Hearing Quinn struggling carrying Luke down the hall, Jack called out, revealing your location only for Quinn to appear moments later.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you guys were in here….damnit.”

Quinn stopped to catch his breath as Luke groaned against his shoulder. “Quinn, I’m gonna yak.”

Jack sighed as he looked from Luke to you, wondering how he and Quinn got roped into dealing with you two knuckle heads.

“Look, I get you guys are twins, but really? Going as far as to puke together? Can’t you do anything without the other person?”

[design-studio-ui-ux]

Top Mobile App Design Trends in 2025

Which design trends will dominate your favorite apps in 2025? We have spoken to the leading mobile app designers and creative directors of the industry before coming up with this conclusive list. 

What Are Mobile App Design Trends and Why Should You Care?

Over 1.68 million apps on the Google Play Store and 1.96 million apps on the Apple App Store: that is the competition you will face if you have your own mobile app in 2025. 

For your app to stand out - it needs to offer something exceptional. Giving it a cutting-edge design is a good way of achieving that goal. That is where app design trends come into play.

App design is constantly evolving. A ‘sleek design practice’ today might be old news tomorrow. Keeping your app up-to-date with the latest trends can benefit your brand in many ways:

A fresh app design prevents users from thinking that your brand is outdated

New design trends almost always deliver superior value - something that can help you distinguish your app from its competitors.

More importantly, app design trends represent what users collectively want from apps in terms of aesthetics, usability, and accessibility. 

Following the latest app design trends is akin to giving your users what they consciously or subconsciously want. So, what do users want from their apps’ designs in 2025? Let us find out.  

Design Trend #1. Ethical Design

Ethical app design practices are gaining traction in 2025. Designers are moving away from manipulative tactics that exploit user behavior, like:

Adding unexpected charges during the checkout process.

Using buttons that look like they perform one action but actually lead to another, like “Accept All” on cookie banners that enroll users in tracking.

Designing menus that are unclear or overly complicated makes it hard for users to find what they need. 

Making it difficult for users to cancel subscriptions or trials.

Instead, the leading app designers are set to focus on creating experiences that prioritize user well-being. This includes avoiding dark patterns, focusing on features that genuinely benefit users, and implementing ways for users to provide feedback on app designs, easily.

Follow all of these guidelines while designing your app. Also, be upfront about data usage and privacy policies. Make it easy for users to manage their settings. Regularly review your design choices to ensure they align with ethical standards.

In 2025, only the apps that respect user choices will build loyalty and stand out in a crowded market full of short-cut-takers who do otherwise!

Design Trend #2. Interfaces go Multimodal

You will see many apps with multi-modal interfaces in 2025. These interfaces respond to touch, voice, gestures, and eye movement. This trend is rising as users demand more intuitive and flexible interactions across devices. We call it the “Zoom-ification” of apps.

The Zoom app allows users to control meetings through voice commands while also providing touch-based navigation. Soon, more apps will allow users to do the same, especially Apple apps. The iOS 18 update for Siri with Apple Intelligence has made all Apple apps more conversational.

Following this trend will help you enhance your app’s accessibility, especially towards younger generation users who favor gesture and voice inputs. To follow this trend:

Start by integrating gestures for common actions like swiping to delete or pinching to zoom into your app’s UI.

Then, add a voice interface to your app to let users navigate or perform tasks hands-free.

Design features that let users switch seamlessly between touch and voice commands.

Study apps like Google Assistant, Snapchat, and Amazon Alexa have already mastered this trend. Also, keep an eye on advancements like eye-tracking technology in apps.

Design Trend #3. Micro-Interactions

The Quit Vaping app has helped thousands of people quit the unhealthy habit of vaping. Their secret weapon? Micro-interactions like haptic nudges and celebratory animations motivate users as they track their progress. 

Micro-interactions are small, subtle animations or feedback mechanisms that enhance user experience in apps.

They occur during specific actions, like liking a post, sending a message, or completing a task.

These interactions provide immediate feedback, making the app feel more responsive and engaging.

When you complete a goal on the Quit Vaping app, you might see a confetti animation or receive a haptic nudge. These types of micro-interactions have a profoundly positive effect on users’ engagement and satisfaction levels. To make them a part of your app design:

Add subtle, fast-loading animations that confirm user actions (e.g., checkmarks appearing after form submissions).

Implement small alerts or vibrations for important updates.

Use animations to show progress - from loading spinners to progress bars.

Create fun celebratory effects like confetti falling when users reach a milestone.

By integrating micro-interactions into your app’s design, you can deliver more engaging experiences that keep users coming back.

Design Trend #4. Customizable Notifications 

Instead of bombarding users with every possible notification, in 2025, apps must let users choose what matters most to them. This trend recognizes that not all notifications are equally important. Plus, when users can customize notifications, they feel more in control.

It reduces the likelihood of users disabling all notifications for an app. As a result, apps can maintain effective communication with their users without overwhelming them.

Create a dedicated settings page where users can easily manage their notification preferences. Let users customize notifications by type (such as direct messages or likes) so they can choose what they want to receive. Give users the ability to snooze notifications temporarily well.

Design Trend #5. Defining User Journeys

Defining user journeys means clearly marking the beginning and end of each task a user undertakes in an app. Every interaction, be it signing up for a service or adjusting settings, should feel like a complete journey. Users should know when they start and finish a task. 

To implement this trend in your app’s design:

Use visual indicators to show users when they start and finish tasks - display messages like “Changes Saved” or “Message Sent”.

Design progress bars or step indicators that show users how far along they are in a multi-step process.

Provide immediate feedback after each major action.

Make sure users can easily navigate back to previous steps if needed, using breadcrumbs.

This type of clarity helps prevent confusion and makes users feel confident in their actions. When users understand their progress, they are less likely to abandon tasks. Clear signposts, confirmation messages, or visual cues reassure users that they have completed their actions.

Design Trend #6. Sustainability

Do app designers have a role to play in fighting climate change? Yes!

Optimizing layouts to make them more space-efficient, limiting unnecessary animations, implementing dark modes to save battery life - there are many sustainable choices designers can and should make in 2025 to minimize their apps’ environmental impact.

Design Trend #7. Giving Users Zoom Control

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Allowing users to control zoom levels in apps is becoming essential. Designers are moving away from using meta tags that restrict scaling. Instead of locking users into a fixed view, apps should enable pinch-to-zoom and other scaling options.

Users with vision impairments rely on the ability to zoom in on content for better readability. By allowing Zoom, you enhance usability for all users, not just those with specific needs.

Apps that restrict Zoom can frustrate users and drive them away. Providing this control shows that you value user preferences and accessibility. To implement it in your own app’s design:

Do not use meta tags that disable user scaling.

Ensure your app layout adjusts to different screen sizes and orientations without needing to disable Zoom.

Use built-in accessibility options on iOS and Android to support user preferences for text size and contrast

Learn from apps like Pinterest, Apple Books, and Google Maps that allow users to pinch-to-zoom. Create a more inclusive app experience in 2025!

Conclusion

Working with offshore design agencies will also be a huge trend among mobile app companies in North America and Europe in 2025. Why? Cost-savings!

An offshore mobile application design agency will charge less than half of what an American or European agency will charge, for the same work.

So, if you are planning to outsource your app’s design responsibilities this year – you are not alone!

Hopefully, this guide has inspired you to get the best design possible for your app in 2025.

[asifmuhammed]

What are the most effective tools for digital marketing?

As a freelance digital marketer, here are a few tips and tools which are effective for digital marketing

Social Media Platforms: These social media platforms are your best friends. Get to know them, love them, and keep tabs on them. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok are exclusive platforms that cater to a wide range of audiences. Use tools like Buffer, Hootsuite, etc. to keep your knowledge updated and fresh.

2. Design Tools: Creating ads, content, and blog posts are never easy. To make it a tad bit simpler, we recommend making acquaintance with tools like Canva, Crello, Photoshop, etc. Imagery will be your weapon of choice, so use them well.

3. Analytics Tools: "Remember to effectively analyze your data as it is essential for usefulness. Tools like Google Analytics, Twitter Analytics, and Periscope can help track engagement, optimize campaigns, and monitor user data and site searches. Additionally, consider using content marketing tools to enhance your strategies."

4. Email Marketing Tools: You have an audience, and then you have consumers. Building your database and staying connected is crucial. Acquiring new consumers is important, but retaining them is irreplaceable. Tools like MailChimp and Iterable can help you build and automate email campaigns.

[freewriterofdarkness]

New random questions

I was tagged by @thirstforfleck <3

Name/nickname? 

Lana/ Lala- Ana

If you could bring any two fictional characters into the same world, who would they be, which world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Ledger Joker and Arthur fleck, 1920’s…. They would be f*cking.

If you could drop yourself into any fictional world, which would it be?

Dark knight Gotham ;)

What’s your spirit animal?

A wolf.

What is the most unpopular opinion you have?

One tree hill sucks.

How do you like to style your hair?

I like to curl it or braid it.

What three books would you want on a desert island?

Crime and punishment, Milk and honey, and pride and prejudice.

Something new you’ve learned in quarantine?

That just because I have the time, doesn’t mean I will get to it XD

Favorite alcoholic drink? (Or non if you don’t drink)

Red wine or Green apple angry orchard

Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

F*cking blue grass. I have nightmares from having to go to concerts with my parents. Lana del rey, Davina Michelle, and Billie Ellish.

Have a favorite herb?

Cilantro

What kind of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

Wine glasses or mason jars.

Preferred mode of communication: text, calls, email, letters?

Text or snapchat.

What’s your favorite weather?

Thunderstorms or chilly fall weather.

What kind of lighting do you like?

String lights!

What is the best thing you cook?

Enchiladas, brownies  and blueberry pie. 

Do you have a favorite font?

Don’t really care.

What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been to afraid to? Or what’s something you were afraid to write, but you did and it turned out awesome?

I NEED INSPRATION. Like damn.

If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would be your weapon of choice?

Loki XD

Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

Lit or somebody come get her.

What’s something you’d like people to know about you?

That I’m always up to making new friends and I’m easy to talk to. I will legit to talk to anyone. My friends always tell me, that we can’t go anywhere with out me knowing someone XD…. I talk a lot, dammit.

tagging : @sophialemongrenade @sharpdressedclown @ladyoftheseastuff @mr--clown @clowndaddyfleck @kat-o-combs @somin-yin @jokersdyejob @ramsayboltonsmuse

[crimsoncityhq]

The night has been advertised by multiple commercials in the civilian’s homes, and even dead bodies littered on some residence lawns. It’s dusk on a Thursday in February. The gates to the Fire and Ice Festival are lowered after hours of waiting in the biting Chicago tundra, and the crowd, over 4,000 strong, rushes in. Most are expecting a night of drunken freedom, cozied up by the outdoor heaters that promise a warm welcome, but some foresee the chaos bound to erupt across the lawn.

The first act takes the stage, and anyone who isn’t inebriated, courtesy of the open bar, is perceptive enough to realize that, no, that’s not Kanye West. Instead they are mesmerized by the lyrical lip syncher Dante Yeast—he looks enough like him, it’s better not to question it. One would think that the O’Sheas, Vasiles, and the Fausts all gathered in one spot would spell disaster, yet the evening rolls on without a hitch, despite the tensions slowly building in its periphery. Fausts members, too, are scattered across the ocean of bodies, but some faces are missing, figureheads who pull the strings.

 Maybe they’re absorbed by the crowd; maybe they thought better of attending, but there’s a sense of unease that settles in the air. It’s not quite right, but no one can put a finger on why. Another beer, and the thought is lost is the swell of the music—if they didn’t know any better, they’d think the bass replicates the sound of distant explosions.

You’re free to start plotting. You can start posting starters/threads tomorrow, February 20th, 2020 at 7:30PM CST !  Part II coming February 24th ( Plot Slots can be found below the cut ! )

We’re going to allow each person to choose two plot slots for two characters max .If there are any leftovers, we’ll let members know when they can sign up for thirds.

You’ll notice that some of these plots are public, so feel free to have your character react to them/ notice them even if they aren’t happening directly to your character. However, if something feels like it happened privately to another character, please check in with their Mun to see if it’s okay for your character to know.

To be clear: these are not the only things that happen to your character during this plot drop and you are more than welcome to cook up your own trouble.

To sign up for a plot slot message the main! You can start doing that as soon as right now!

CHARACTER A, CHARACTER B, CHARACTER C, are approached by the venue to play as impersonators for the opening act of the show. However, it turns out…they are the show along with other noteworthy impersonators. 

CHARACTER D & CHARACTER E end up camped out at the ticket box office on the other side of the lawn seats. They want a refund for the musical event after their cards were erroneously charged the next day on ADAM & EVE. Much to their surprise they come face to face with CHARACTER F( Faust ).

AUTUMN DAWSON is shitfaced prior to arriving at the music festival. They try to crowd surf before the opening act, and would get immediately dropped if NATHAN BURR didn’t catch their fall. 

CHARACTER I & CHARACTER J purchased tickets to meet the bands backstage. They are led by the security detail of the event to two tents filled with a scent of gunpowder. Upon further inspection, they find a crate of fireworks. Do what you will.

CHARACTER K jumps on stage to hijack the mic and accidentally falls and breaks their ankle.

CHARACTER L & CHARACTER M are dosed with PCP by a stranger serving up “free” cocktails. Everything is a blur and they both snap back to reality an hour later, but they’re in the middle of an intense fist fight.

EFFIE FAUST & CHARACTER O engage in a mud wrestling contest that is being judged by no one whatsoever. 

CHARACTER P & CHARACTER Q make out in a port-o-potty, but realize shortly after they’re locked inside. It’s up to CHARACTER R to either let them out...or tip them over.

CHARACTER S is mistaken as Pat Benatar. ASLI DEMIR drunkenly convinces them to go on stage to sing LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD.

 CHARACTER U & CHARACTER V go hard on the alcoholic beverages & psychedelic treats  at the start of the festival, by the end of it neither of them know where their shoes or wallets are. 

CHARACTER W finds their soulmate in a drunken stupor and grinds on them for the better half of two hours, only to realize the grindee is ZHI ROU, who has been uncomfortably shifting away from them this entire time. 

CHARACTER Y breaks all of their glow sticks and covers themselves in the liquid. It’s all fun and games until that shit starts to burn. CHARACTER Z does their best to quench CHARACTER Y with every bottled water they can find.

 CHARACTER A1, CHARACTER B1, & CHARACTER C1 are hired security guards for the event. They have no clue who hired them to do it. 

INGRID VASILE  starts to overdose on COCAINE. LEV VASILE notices their struggle and assists them to the med tent. DOMINIC MURPHY is around the med tent and notices the commotion. 

 CHARACTER  F1 tries to charge their phone using the musical equipment & gets electrocuted. Also it starts to play the most recent song listened to on their phone which is SONG OF THEIR CHOICE. 

GRIFFIN DYER is held up at security when they try to enter the venue, because they tried to smuggle in a small animal. CHARACTER H1 isn’t really security and jacks the animal instead.

SERENITY MICHAELS starts to question their sanity when they see a small animal run in circles in front of them and jet off towards the direction of the port-o-potty. 

RACHEL BYRNE feels something small and furry scaling the back of their dress, and, assuming it’s someone’s hand, slaps DAHLIA CAVALLI in the mouth before the small animal scurries away and they have to apologize.

CHARACTER L1 chases the small animal and just when they are sure they’ve caught it, the animal bites them on the neck. CHARACTER M1, who is higher than a motherfucker and hallucinating, sees CHARACTER L1 cradling their neck and automatically assumes a vampiric transformation is happening. CHARACTER L1 has to survive the following attack from a stranger with a pocket knife.

CHARACTER N1 is on their fifth drink at the venue. They hear a loud slurping noise, only to find the small animal lapping their beer in hand. Out of surprise they scream which causes the animal to shit on their hand and run away. CHARACTER O1 looks on in amazement, wonder, and terror as CHARACTER N1 wipes their hand on an unknowing CHARACTER P1. CHARACTER O1 is conflicted if they should say anything but takes a Snapchat video of the whole scenario anyway. It goes viral on Tik Tok the following evening.

The small animal finally gets caught by SANTIAGO PEREZ in a battle that lasts 10 minutes. The small animal is then given to CHARACTER R1 whom they assume is the owner. 

CHARACTER S1 is lost to the world, and passes out directly in front of CHARACTER T1 that had just spent twenty minutes in line for a cup of water. The cup of water is spilled on top of CHARACTER S1.

NAOMI WASHINGTON & CHARACTER V1 become instant buddies when they chant to the sound of “SHOTS” around the crowd. IRINA KOSHKIN takes this literally and pulls out their gun ready to fire. 

CHARACTER X1, CHARACTER Y1, CHARACTER Z1 all show up to the venue wearing the same exact outfit. You have declared them your number 1 enemy for the entirety of the music festival. 

CHARACTER A2 is high as fuck and thinks they’re making a flower crown for CHARACTER B2…..except it’s a crown of shrooms instead. CHARACTER B2 wears the crown, but has to swat CHARACTER C2 away who keeps trying to eat them. 

CHARACTER D2, CHARACTER E2, CHARACTER F2 suffer from dehydration. They try to find help at the med tent, but they can’t find where it is. 

ROSA LEON gets handsy with the bartender at the open bar and leads them away for a quick fuck, allowing RYAN HAYES and CHARACTER I2 to raid the bar freely.

 CHARACTER J2 is the aforementioned bartender and realizes a moment too late their station is being cleared out. Instead of returning to their position, they throw on some neon bracelets and join the party.

 CHARACTER K2 is doing some sick backflips in the middle of the crowd and are called out by the currently performing act mid-set for drawing attention away from the stage. CHARACTER K2 does another backflip to retaliate, but accidentally kicks CHARACTER L2 in the face.

JESSE VALENCIA hijacks a ELECTRIC BLUE STRATOCASTER from the backstage, and they are not caught. 

DAVUT DEMIR feels like they’re being watched and finds a silhouette with a rifle narrowed in on them perched upon a nearby building. They quickly retreat to find OPHELIA O’SHEA and P2 and warn them about the occurrence, who realize there are multiple snipers surrounding the pavilion. 

CHARACTER Q2 swears they heard a sound of explosions over the music, being in front nearest to the stage. They grab the microphone and scream, “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE.” CHARACTER R2 & CHARACTER S2 start to openly panic. 

CHARACTER T2 (O’Shea) gets into a physical altercation with CHARACTER U2 (Vasile). They don’t stop until one or the other is knocked unconscious. 

ANDREA REED & BIRDIE MENDOZA try to leave the event, but notice that they’re trapped in the auditorium. CHARACTER X2 makes it to their vehicle, but is stuck in place by the surrounding vehicles around them. Unable to escape fully, they return back to the venue. 

CHARACTER Y2 hates their life at this music venue, because they’re stuck behind a rather sweaty individual. Their sweat keeps hitting them in the face, and at one point, they catch it in their mouth. It incites a ferocious bout of vomiting, and CHARACTER Z2 is trying to help, thinking they’ve been drugged, but CHARACTER Y2 can’t even explain what it is that made them sick.

 TATIANA BLANTER is hit with a spare bullet, but no one is able to find where the source is. As no one around seems to have their gun out. CHARACTER B3 conceals their weapon perfectly. 

 NOVA DEVERAUX suffers a panic attack due to the crowd gathered, and clings onto CLARA DAVILLA who is unable to get them to the med tent.

 CHARACTER E3 feels something warm splash on their face. They are unsure if it’s warm beer or urine. They’re pretty sure it’s warm beer, but remain conflicted the rest of the festival. CHARACTER F3 offers the shirt off their back for CHARACTER E3 to wipe the liquid off their face. 

 CHARACTER G3 is doing photography for the event, but realizes midway through the show that the performers aren’t who they say they are. They spot a face they know to be Faust affiliated in the crowd and scurry off toward the exit, only to be stopped by CHARACTER H3 (Faust) at the door.

MILES ST CLARE is the first to notice the lack of Fausts at the start of the music venue. They make their way to the police station in hopes of figuring it out, but instead they encounter burning police cars and chaos.

[condemnthem]

i was sent testimony from someone who wishes to remain anonymous. speaking with others involved i can confirm this testimony is credible. this backs up claims others have made about ludo, and shows further his use of “mental illness” as a weapon.

My Testimonial

I’ve been off rp for a little while, but when I heard about this, my first thought was that I have to add additional validity to the things being said about Damien/Ludo. Luckily, I did not receive the worst of it because I shut that shit down almost immediately and Damien has proven to be a scared little chihuahua who acts big but recoils as soon as he’s given a piece of his own bullshit. I’m sure he’ll know exactly who I am, and the only reason I won’t post this publicly is because I honestly do not wish to deal with him harassing any of my socials.

I was in that former RPG with Damien, and if anything, I wanted to shut all assumptions and lies down. Prior to joining, I’d heard plenty of shit regarding said RPG, and after Damien’s departure, I’d come to learn that the people who talk shit about it are just whiny children who are angry they weren’t exceptions to the rules clearly posted.

When I signed the waitlist, Damien approached me with a secret sister role via messages. He came off as very nice, and I was still figuring my character out, so I thought it would be even nicer to come in with an established connection. He connected me to all the right people to talk to, and I was pretty impressed with the welcoming atmosphere right off the bat. He stated the only thing that was set in stone was 1) her place of birth and 2) her profession, and 3) that she was his long lost sister, and that anything else (storyline, additional relationships, playby) were all completely up to me. I don’t like filling roles because I hate being told what to do creative-wise, but he seemed to be pretty open-minded minus trying to sway me away from my playby choices with ugly tattooed chicks.

The first couple of weeks were okay. I realized there were a few people in the RPG that I’d known for a while, and when they realized what my role entailed, they warned me not to let Damien control me, because it was what he did with other people as well as LI’s and that was why certain people hated him within the group. I’d also been informed that he had been banned and snuck back into the group, and it had taken O (I’ll say O for Owner and L for the LI Damien later gaslighted who is now with O) some time before realizing it was him, but let him stay because despite outside opinion by pissy former members, O is actually pretty reasonable.

I tend to be a very bendy person, and don’t like upsetting people around me, so when Damien first started getting pissy if I didn’t answer within two minutes, I tried to be nice and apologize with whatever excuse I had. But I also have a limit when I am being hounded constantly for attention when I had enough to deal with in my real life. I was also aware that one of his LI’s (also a taken role) had left because of his annoying neediness, and that the LI he was with (who I’d become best friends with) was dealing with the same annoying hounding for attention. She tried to be nice about it to not hurt his feelings, and didn’t show me receipts, but the story had become pretty commonplace at that point. I’d also been warned about his need for attention and lack of boundaries. I made it very clear on many occasions that I hate talking about rl, and frankly do not care about what anyone else is dealing with irl because I’m constantly dealing with my own shit. I ALSO suffer from the same disorder as Damien and it has never occurred to me to use that excuse for shitty behavior. If I felt the need to dissociate, I simply disappeared rather than taking it out on others around me.

I really tried to make that role work for me because the character was all mine and I loved her, and mused her pretty hard. Damien started attempting to control my attempts at changing playbys by stating they didn’t look like him (fyi, Hayley Williams, Hannah Pixie, and Dua Lipa don’t look like Yungblud either). He’d get annoyed if I wasn’t around to do blast activities with him. My last straw was when I took a one week hiatus for some stuff I was dealing with irl and was only really speaking to someone I had an almost-LI ship with. Damien CAME at me, asking why I was ignoring him for this person and I lost it, stating that I was on hiatus and didn’t owe him any of my fucking time, and that I hate being hounded for attention. He immediately backed down like the pussy he really is when he realized he couldn’t control me, and apologized saying he has that disorder and abandonment issues. And I very nicely said I didn’t care about that, because it’s none of my business, and that I suffered from the same mental disorder and didn’t take it out on people as a result because I’m an adult.

I decided to leave the group and come back as another character. That was when he was dating L, the person who came forward a few times in the posts below. L and I have some basic stuff in common (musicals, whatever), and we’d fan girl over them in statuses, and Damien would clearly be very pissy about it. When I left the group again, he blocked me everywhere, and then when he saw I was returning yet again, he messaged me saying he was excited and that he was sorry for deleting me because he was “being petty and immature.” I acted like it wasn’t a big deal because I try to be civil with group members to foster a healthy atmosphere, but I wanted to avoid him at all costs because he’s a toxic person. When I approached him with a storyline idea, he said he was capped (he’s never capped because he wants to rope everyone in on his bullshit, but I assumed it was because he secretly hated me, which I was totally cool with because it meant I didn’t have to talk to him) and a few weeks later, he was kicked from the group.

I was still with RPG when he was booted, and everyone of the things the Owner said below is valid. I’d been told by more than one person that Damien would give them shit for something as simple as liking statuses and would try to polarize people from other members of the group. His obsession with staying in that group despite hating it is honestly the dumbest shit ever, and the fact that he allegedly stated for an LI shows how pathetic he really is. But truly, he’d snuck back in despite being banned, so what does that say about him?

He started getting pissy because he wasn’t allowed to do shit that were clearly stated as being against the rules. He kept adding nonsensical, impossible storylines to Damien to focus all the drama on himself. When I joined the first time, Damien was just a baker who’d been abandoned by his mother, and had a serial killer father. By the time he left, he had like, 3 long-lost siblings, was apparently involved in sex trafficking, spent some years in a psych ward, and was also a semi-popular musician despite being confined to the RPG’s town. O is honestly a very understanding owner, but refuses to be taken advantage of, and Damien didn’t like that.

But the catalyst was his harassment of someone via Snapchat for simply liking O’s status or something of that nature. She approached him with this information, and gave him a chance to explain his side, but he avoided her for quite some time (because, as I stated, he’s a little bitch) and when she finally gave him an ultimatum, he came at her stating that she was a shitty owner and everyone hated her, etc. etc. and trying his darned best to make it his mic-drop moment when really he was being an irrational idiot. He was really just mad that O didn’t let him do whatever the hell he wanted, and made it seem like that made her a tyrant. Imagine being in a group and signing rules that have made it work for several years at this point, only to think you are above them.

His current LI in his RPG was a former member of this RPG as his sister role after I left and I’d confided in her the things I’d dealt with, and she seemed to agree that he WAS controlling. Funny that despite this, she chose to follow suit (likely being manipulated by him) and join Ludo’s group anyway. When he made his current group, it was also no secret that he’d give people shit for not leaving RPG for his, despite all the bullshit he spews about being drama-free and not talking poorly about other groups.

I’m happy I never gave Damien my rl information, but I’d seen receipts of him harassing people on rl social media on more than one occasion. The most he did was try to give me a sample of his sub-par music that I didn’t listen to because, as I stated, real life conversation makes me cringe. Every one of the things said below share a common narrative, and I don’t know how anyone can fall for Damien’s bullshit to this day, but whatever.

Damien, do better and stop blaming your issues on your trauma. I’ve tried to become a better person IN SPITE of mine. The way you gaslight and use people is disgusting, and I think it displays issues beyond what life as dealt you.

p.s. I’m sorry if this is kind of all over the place, I sent it via mobile and didn’t look back to fix any typos and such.

xoxo, Someone who didn’t fall for his bullshit. Cheers.

[worldcakecakecake]

The Red Mask

In 18th century Valencia, Spain, thrives the legend of the Red Mask, a character with stories of bravery and heroism that have enchanted Lovino Valenti since he was a young child. On a new business deal, his family moves from Naples and Lovino finds himself wishing for adventure and action away from his duties in this new Spanish city. He is given that chance when he joins a group of masked heroes that fall under the command of the famed Red Mask. He grows a close and fiery relationship with the masked man of his tales and dreams, and without knowing his identity, he lets himself be swayed by his seduction, trust and daringness, to passions surely forbidden when he doesn’t even know his actual name or who he really is.

I’M ALIVE! …this is a very short chapter, but it is the last of the prologues. By the next chapter, we’ll finally have Lovino and I guess you could say the story really starts. I hope I can get to it quickly, but things always happen, and it makes it difficult to really find the time to write. As always, I tend to give details in my snapchat: worldwidecake, and if you’re more curious and want to know more of what’s taking me, you can always check my Instagram: worldwide.cupcake. No worries! I will always get to updating at some point!

                                                             Prolouge IV

“This is the best I could find for now!” Antonio struck the doors open, dust and cobwebs flying. Sure, it was dark, old, Laura’s eyes teared at the dirtied air, but she had to admit that it had the perfect space. She looked behind her, the city far, the old building camouflaged well with the hill and rocks.

 “How did you even find this place?” She wondered as she dared to go deeper, really exploring every corner.

 “Heard someone last Sunday at mass talking about it. It used to belong to some farmer, but he then moved to Galicia and left this place with nobody interested in buying.” In a way, it was a pity, this would have made a wonderful new farm…but at the same time, he wanted it for himself, for free, a good hiding and away from public roads.

 “We’ll take it! We can practice and plan anything that we need to,” Antonio introduced, having cleared enough, twirling and extending his arm in pride despite its still brokenness, with never ending work to be done.

 “It will do,” Laura shrugged.

 “Okay, first of all, we need to make a disguise and name for you,” Antonio wanted to start, dropping some fabrics and other random items they weren’t using in the convent, so he decided to take them. “Use something that will work well for you for whatever circumstance, but special, so you can always see or feel it for determination.”

 Laura had already picked a silky yellow one, soft and just beautiful. Antonio thought it fitted her well.

 “Do you have something special?” He brought it forward again.

 She was pensive, but it was only a short while, for she instantly had it. “My pin!”

 “A pin?” Antonio had never seen one with her.

 “My…father was a jeweler and he made custom pins for me and my brothers. Mine was a sun. They’re very precious to us. Since it’s the only thing we have left of him we keep the three in a box together.”

 “Are you sure you want to use it for your disguise? It will be at huge risk with everything we’ll be doing.”

 “You did say it had to be special and something that could determine us, and I’m sure that it’s that.” She was well decided, and Antonio smiled.

 “If you’re sure, then let’s start practicing.”

 They went to that old cabin thrice a week, filling its air in the clangs of sword, one Antonio’s own, the other one that Laura had taken from the convent that wasn’t in use anymore. They practiced throws with other items, even fought bare fisted, Antonio doing well to show her all kind of known movements that could help in the event she lost her weapon.

 The disguise they made for her was a shine of yellow that instantly reminded Antonio of sunshine and sunflowers. In their practices, he would call her sol, and it stuck well to the crowds for when they did their first mission together. It was saving an old man from being taken from his home. While Antonio did well to capture the culprits, without Laura’s trap or her kindness in dealing with the old man after she managed his taking to freedom, the mission would have been an utter failure.

 As Antonio had foretold, Laura was soon getting the recognition of ‘Sol’ or the Sun mask across the city, an adding of her story to the ones being told in the convent. Whenever Antonio and Laura could reach to hear them, they would smile and smirk to each other knowing, one that the other Jensen brothers noticed more strongly as the days passed by, along with their misses and their bruises.

 It didn’t take long for the brothers to find their hiding place, neither long enough for the boys to want to partake as their sister did. And so, the four began their training, the talks, the preparations.

 Tim’s pin was that of a globe of mist, a pattern he wanted repeated in his own clothes and they found successful with other greyed fabrics, paint and even some cotton. He was known as Neblina or the Mist mask, his attacks so quick that they came and left as mysterious as a mist.

 Louis’s was the most sparkling and richest of the pins, many colors shinning once it was hit by light. Louis wanted something as colorful and shinning, much to Antonio’s disagreement and his convincing to try and get him on another theme. Something like that was bound to be too eye catching and revealing for the secrecy they wanted to try and keep as they worked.

 Louis ended up making quite a remarkable suit with those very shines. They all had to admit it was beautiful, an allure and attraction that had even the thieves they tried to stop as wondered. So distracted they were that it was easy for Louis to strip them on their weapons and rely on his daggers to attack.

 Antonio didn’t dare complain about his wear again.

 Now he was known as Joya or the Jeweled mask.

 A year after this, a French family had come to the city, rich, pompous and all the aristocracy expected from their origin. They had a son who showed these very qualities, dazzling all with charm, beauty and even shine with his bright colored clothing, blond hair and blue eyes. They attended the church every Sunday and to the surprise of all, Antonio grew a rather close relationship with the known heir through his visits. He found out his name was Francis Bonnefoy and as he got to know him, he learned of his impeccable swordsmanship skills, violent and unmerciful, betraying his upbringing of poise and elegance. They often spared as practiced and found whatever chance they could. It was through this that Francis found their hiding place, slowly realizing what Antonio exactly did with his friends from the convent. He had heard the stories and was as excited as Laura had been when he found out. He was a necessary addition, his strength and knowledge just the high hope they needed when a saving seemed impossible. His disguise was of course the richness and eloquence expected of him, the fabrics and ornaments like those of a white, blue and silver bird, the most extravagant of the group.

 He was known as Alas or the Wing mask.

 With the Spanish Empire in its widths, with its opening and entrance of those from every corner of the world, it was no doubt that they would have a reach of America and Asia. The convent had received a group of six from these very regions and colonies, many who had suffered heavy different consequences in their homelands and were sent to Spain hoping to find guidance or enlightment from heavy catholic surrounding in the mother land. Antonio easily befriended them all and had helped them well in their adjusting.

 There was Carlos Machado, from Cuba, who had come with his baby sister from Puerto Rico, Rosangeliz Perez, after they had lost their family, including many of their siblings, in a horrible plantation accident in the Caribbean.  Carlos joined the group first, their strongest in brute physical strength without having to confide in weapons. Because of the darkness of his disguise, using a black cape that was tainted in smoke after the accident he lost everything in, he was known as Oscuro or the Dark mask. That baby girl he had brought, grew to be a persistent and stubborn girl, begging to a point that Antonio had no other choice than to accept her despite being the youngest in the group, a child. Her smallness helped her to be as sharp and shoot as an arrow, which she was known for. Flecha or the Arrow mask. All from a necklace she was given from her grandfather, a small carved one that she wore faithfully.

 Then there was a young Mexican couple, Luis Valdez and Guadalupe Martinez, both fleeing from a persecution against them because of a series of artistic squares they were making telling of their government’s cruel tyranny. They spent a lot of time with just themselves, hard to create any contact with the others until they showed their designs. The convent had absolutely adored them, and Friar Patricio had even suggested they painted their living quarters in their ideas. They all participated and cooperated, creating a friendship and trust between themselves that finally opened them up well to the rest. Luis and Lupe heard of the loving stories, like the rest curious, for all the strongest hints were in the convent they were making their home. They followed the tracks until they found themselves in the old cabin, until they were training, until they were participating as well in their missions and getting to be part of those very stories. Luis was known as Calabera, or the Skull mask. It was all based from a figurine he had found as a child, inspiration for his designs that themed with death and all its mysteries. Lupe as Flores or the flower mask, from a ribbon she constantly used for the braids of her long hair, which she added to flowers, the very ones she added to her disguise, her paintings, flourishing indeed in contrast to her beloved’s. They worked well together like the cycle of life and death, and even in their masked personas they were known as a couple.

 Then there was Amaro Prado, from Peru…the quietest of the Americans that came. For the longest time most had thought he was mute, until he spoke out one day when they mentioned if he wanted some coffee, recognizing the beans as ones that came from his area. With that revelation, they soon began to pester and befriend as they usually did until Amaro had no other choice than to accept their call for friendship and more conversations. For being so young, he still spoke with great wisdom, much more than even Friar Patricio, like the spirit of some ancient being was well rested in his youthful vessel. He talked often of the Incas, knew well their language, culture, even had a medallion that had passed well across generations of his family. With the inevitable of joining the group, the medallion decorated the center of his disguise, in colors, golds and symbols of that ancient civilization. As he was, he was the smartest and exact in his attacks, which meant that whatever simplicity he used, it was bound to work because of the thought and even physics that went into it. He was the only one who didn’t use a violent weapon, but a simple staff that didn’t even hold a metal sharp.

 He was known as Inca or the Incan Mask.

 Finally, there was Gael Bayani, the one who had come from the furthest, from the colonies in Asia, the Philippines. One of the friendliest in the group, who had opened the moment he arrived to the convent, making himself at home like he had always been there. Because of his immediate comfort into their group of friends, he was the only one that didn’t find out about the masked heroes out of curiosity, but because Antonio told him himself, interested in his joining majorly because of his speed and tactical mind that would work well in his group. At first, Gael was skeptical to join and had refused the first asking, but after witnessing how a musician was attacked one night, acting out on impulse did he go forward, working even unmasked with the heroes to help save and capture the culprits. There he accepted, taking his persona after the sea, based from an ocean jewel that had passed down his family, one of voyagers of the seas, known to its current and strengths, a knowledge that Gael knew well and continued to bring, even the blues, to swift and dangers that was the ocean.

 He was known as Mar or The Sea mask.

 And with him, the set was completed, the twelve heroes that watched over Valencia like the very angels in the basilica. For years they continued being this powerful shield, their feats even reaching other areas in Spain outside of Valencia. Their stories were just the adventure, the action, the teaching, even the fantasy that kept hope alight in so many children’s minds. The stories were large enough to travel, tales being heard in Portugal, France, England, Germany, Austria, to of course Italy, even to Naples.

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[meltdownwillbeawesomethisweekend]

I give it a day... maybe even tonight

She just needed that ass kissing to feel good about herself and satisfy her desperate need for attention ... she just can t help herself ...

Dear Abby the second you attack other people post for disagreeing with you, you don t stay on your blog. I have many proofs of that happening. Same with dms, and anons. You are not staying in your lane, you and your sycophants post on newsblog post, your rethoric is all over Darren s comment section. If your shit stayed on your blog and faaaaar from Darren s fandom then ... you d stay in your lane. This is so not the case.

Oh god ... boohoo ... strong opinions ... and jealousy ... funny how some people i know never seeked her opinion yet she felt the need to force feed it to them by attacking their posts for just stating something she didn t like ...

... has she seen what she did with that book ? She made a children book about her homoerotic fantasy trying to recreate a gay teen couple with the real life actor playing them ?! Chris had a ban on anything Glee at his book signature so yeah i m pretty sure he d rather not have those 20s.

I have to agree on the stupidity (still sure it was voluntary particularly as her FB is still open and her friends viewable ... i took the time to check mine and you can t rven access the page ... so ...).

I agree about the Elsie pic posted, shouldn t have happened, it was on her FB, even though she didn t close it yet, it shouldn t have happened. But she lies again about opinion, i have seen her atracking people posts she disagreed with, doesn t look like someone not caring about people opinion.

No her words mean nothing on their life cause she is nothing to them ... but i guess she s still persuaded she s into D s life ...

A crime ?!!!!! She s seeing the state of the world right now ?!!! This here is pure gaslighting strategy meant to get her flock under control ...

Darren stated he was straight, he married her, there are no more certain facts of him wanting that. Refusing to accept that well ... it just proves it s so much more than D and C ... she s not staying gor them but cause she finds something for herself. She spent a year saying it d be his choice, to backpedal when she saw what she d lose ...

I m still waiting for proofs and not the unending rants about the same things that can easily be debunked ... or that can be proved manips ... go ahead time to let the lawyer grandiloquent speech full of void on the side, and get the facts ... cause you can scream murder all you want, without body, crime scene and murder weapon well...

Mia is the unknown wife of an actor, simple as that. She never asked for a merry bunch of middle aged hags to bully off the internet, yet here she is away from twitter, semi private facebook, private IG, and barely on snapchat ... but go ahead, continue saying your actions are okay when you can t stand them done to you. Don t do to people what you wouldn t like people to do to you.

Darren has stated he s straight. So yes what you do is speculation/opinion. Even worse if he really is queer and you have facts (everyone know you don t by now) then you re outing him, so fuck you, congratulations you re shit ... CrissColfer is together. Well considering everything that s happening, i hope chris has a lot more self esteem and self preservation than that ... but hey ...

Well you should think of getting away and seek help, maybe someone will be able to get you to understand how toxic for yourself and others you ve become ...

[crimsonblackrose]

For the new release of season 3 of Stranger Things Netflix set up a pop up in Hongdae in an old Outback. I’d told a couple friends who hadn’t started the show but had it on their to watch list and they went with me, only to find the line had over a two hour wait and they had dinners to get to. So instead we decided to come back again on the last day. A half hour before they opened.

The line in front of the Stranger Things pop up.

We weren’t the only ones with this plan. One of our friends got there over an hour before it opened and there was already a line, a small one but more people then I had expected. At 12 it opened and we were let in to sign up. The way it went was if you had a Korean phone number hooked up to Kakaotalk you typed your number on a touch screen and then got a number. Then you could leave or take pictures outside and come back when it was your turn. My friend with the best Korean gave them her number and then we took some pictures around outside before heading to the CU across the street to stay somewhere cool and eat more snacks.

She was able to see what place we were in line and how many groups were in front of us via the message she was sent on Kakaotalk. We were number 64 and the wait wasn’t too bad. I liked the way they’d set it up because it meant if you had a long wait you could explore Hongdae a little and come back or go get something to eat.

Eventually it was our turn so we went across the street to go in. We had been given a piece of paper about the pop up, a Stranger Things fan and now that we were allowed inside we were given another paper with a cute map on it and were asked if we knew what to do.

The staff member told us we needed to take 11 pictures. They could be of anything throughout the Stranger Things pop up, inside or outside with at least three of their hashtags, either on Instagram as posts (story was not allowed) or Snapchat or other social media. So we decided we’d start taking pictures and post whenever we had to wait.

The wall when you first enter.

A missing poster for Will Byers from Joyce Byers

A very snarky and not kind missing poster for Barb.

The Byer living room from season 1

Decorations on a coffee table by the Byer living room.

The first room was set up like the Byer’s living room from season one. We sat on the couch and took pictures before moving onto the next room.

Welcome to Palace Arcade

A Stranger Things Monopoly set

A working Stranger Things arcade game!!!!

The second room was set up like Palace Arcade from season 2. They even had working games like Pacman and Space Invaders. And next to these games was the Stranger Things video game that you could play. They’d set it up like an old school arcade game but there were controls sticking out.  This was all there was to the first floor. The rest of the first floor was where you went to get photo booth pictures (they had printing options for 2, 4, 6, and 8 which I greatly appreciated) and where you picked up your lucky prize.

Some vines breaking through the stairs.

Soon we got in the line on the stairs to go up.

  There was a room on the second floor for posing with either castle Byers or the Mind Flayer. Then we got in line again to go to the top (and last) floor. On this floor was a lot more. Like a fort (and the only air conditioned room) in the Wheeler’s basement that was playing season 3. It was nice to sit in there and cool off because the next room was not air conditioned at all. This room was full of art.

It was really cool to see all the art but the room was sweltering. They even had a TV playing how some of the art was created.

Then in the middle was a space that looked like the school where a demogorgon was breaking through along with a wall of weapons and some sticker-ed desks.

There were two more parts to the top floor. One required 3 pictures to be posted, the other all 11. So we headed towards the 3+ pictures and I grabbed one of the tables on the balcony and fought a little with my overheating phone while my friends hovered around me and fanned my phone. As soon as I got all 11 posted with the hashtags I headed over to the 3+ picture section.

This section was for a free waffle. Eggos are somewhat rare in Korea, I’ve found them once and they’re like the ones in the picture, chocolate chip only.

Who knew there was a Stranger Things Eggo card game? Not me. Am I now intrigued by how you play a Stranger Things Eggo game? Yes definitely.

Next we went to the snowball room to do our lucky draw. Everyone in my group got an eco-bag (a reusable bag stamped with the Stranger Things logo on it). It was a fairly common prize. I also know a friend whose prize was stickers so I was pretty excited when I saw I got something different. (We also got an 11 stamp and a sticker of our choice. I grabbed the Korean title card sticker)

Hi, yes I am very pale.

The prize pick up was downstairs right next to the photobooth so there was some line confusion. But eventually we got in the right line to get our prizes.

I won a grumpy looking Will pin to add to my collection. Pretty happy with it.

There were a lot of other really cool prizes and based off what I’ve heard from other people I’d wonder if the odds of winning any of the cool bigger prizes is a bit unfair. Except while we were waiting in line I did see a lady with the giant Lego set under her arm so I assume it is possible and you just have to be very lucky.

After looking at the prizes we didn’t get we hopped into line to take some pictures at the photo booth and were able to get four copies which I greatly appreciated because it meant we didn’t have to keep the long line waiting too much longer. Prizes and pictures in hand we headed outside to get our final prize. Though we did see something else we hadn’t heard about and were a bit bummed. There was another lucky draw.

This lucky draw though was if you’d come dressed up in cosplay as one of the characters for the show. And if you can tell, no eco-bags in sight. So the chances of something else was pretty high. Oh well.

Since I was the only one in our group who’d finished season 3 before going to the pop up I was insanely pumped up for Scoops Ahoy. I love nautical themes so I was already pretty happy, but free ice cream on an insanely hot day after wandering a non air conditioned building is a wonderful thing. There were no options. Only nice soft serve ice cream.

When I first heard about the Stranger Things pop up I wasn’t particularly excited. Originally everything I read was about the escape room. I didn’t know if I’d be able to go with friends or on my own and an escape room on your own in a language you don’t know just doesn’t sound like fun to me. But it was completely sold out immediately after it opened or maybe even before it opened. So how that was and if I would’ve had fun doing that is a different matter. Walking around taking pictures and posting them on social media was something I was going to do anyway so it was fun to do that and get prizes for doing it. Plus the entire thing was free so it was a great way to spend time with friends.  The only thing I’d change is the ability to buy something you didn’t win, but since no money was exchanged I could see how maybe that’d require other permits or something.

Stranger Things pop up For the new release of season 3 of Stranger Things Netflix set up a pop up in Hongdae in an old Outback.

[swannscroft]

Gun for Hire OC---> Far Cry 5

Elizabeth (Liz) Palmer “Fights because she can.”

Specialty:  Spy Age:  21 Birthday:  July 10th  Hair:  Blonde Eyes:  Hazel Height:  5’7” Location:  Whitetail Mountains- South of the Stone Ridge Chalet Occupation:  Former college student Backstory:   Liz grew up in Hope County and went to high school there.  She was the 2nd baseman for the Hope County Cougars softball team.  She helped them win the state championship two years in a row.  Despite her Cougars shirt, she fights with The Whitetail Militia.  She is the niece of Eli Palmer.  When she returned to her childhood home for the first time in years, she was captured by the cult. Jacob discovered her relation to Eli and used her against him

Recruitment Mission:  Help Liz blow up the speakers around the Stone Ridge Chalet. ELIMINATE all enemies/ FREE Liz/ TALK to Liz/ FOLLOW Liz/ BLOW UP the speakers (0/5) /TALK to Liz Rewards:   +600 Resistance points/ Liz Palmer added to your roster/ Carry more melee weapons

Special Abilities: MELEE EXPERT- Give her a bat and she’ll knock any Peggies out of the park. - Liz’s weapon of choice is a barbwire baseball bat with screws sticking out of it.  You’ll also be able to get a few extra melee weapons from her if yours run out.  That means more shovels and more dead Peggies. PEGGIE INTEL- Marks all locations of enemy properties on your map. - When active as one of your GFH all the locations of cult properties including; roadblocks, prisoners vans, and supply vehicles are revealed on your map for the specific region you are in.

Relationships:  

Eli- She is very close with her Uncle.  Will do anything he asks.  Even if that sometimes means not fighting if it means that she’s safe.

Wheaty- Is best friends with Wheaty.  They are always hanging out at the Wolf’s Den together and jamming to the best music.

Jess- The archer doesn’t like her.  Jess thinks that she’s just as bad as all the other Peggies.  Jess calls her ‘Jacob’s little bitch’.  The girls will get along if they share a common goal in killing cultists, but that’s about it.

Sharky- He and Liz will argue over which songs to play on the radio.  Sharky wants to play disco, while she prefers classic rock.  Despite their difference in music taste she finds Sharky very amusing.

Adelaide- She absolutely LOVES Adelaide.  Addie thinks of Liz as the daughter she never had and likes Liz better than Hurk Jr.  She and Addie will talk about which of the guys in Hope County are the hottest (and how the Seed bros are the hottest out of all of them.)

Grace- Liz really looks up to Grace and aspires to be like her.  Sometimes she’ll totally fangirl when Grace is around.  Grace finds it flattering but doesn’t see herself as a role model.

Pratt- She dated Staci Pratt for a few months in high school.  Despite their messy break up, she feels terrible that he is under Jacob’s control.

Hurk Jr- Liz totally wants to join Hurk’s Gate but he won’t let her because she isn’t named Hurk.  She told him by that logic he and his father would be the only ones that could join his cult.  

What she thinks of the Seed siblings:

Joseph- She finds his man bun creepy.  She can’t decide if he looks more like a hipster or a cowboy.  She almost accidently ended up in the cult when she was younger.  No one had told her that they were crazy.  Liz had wandered in Joseph’s compound one Sunday morning in high school.  She thought he was a youth pastor.  To her surprise Joseph was indeed not, a youth pastor.

John- Does not like John’s power of yes.  One of her worst fears is ending up in John’s bunker.  Getting her skin cut off isn’t her definition of a ‘good time’.

Jacob- Won’t really tell anyone the truth about what happened while she was with Jacob.  If you ask her about it she’ll dodge the question.  No one knows if he tortured her or something very different.  All everyone knows is that she spent a lot of time with the redhead soldier.  Jacob enjoyed knowing that he had Eli’s niece under his thumb.

Faith- Liz is actually quite fond of Faith.  She feels bad for the girl, knowing that she wasn’t the first girl controlled by Joseph.  Before Joseph had found Rachel, he had picked out Liz as one of the potential candidates for ‘Faith’.  You’ll sometimes see her chitchatting with Faith when she appears.  Liz has wandered into the bliss willingly to try to reason with Faith but the girl is too far gone.

Quotes:

In her recruitment mission- “Thanks for getting me out of that cage.  If I had been there any longer I’d be good as dead.  My name’s Liz.  I’m Eli’s niece.  My Uncle runs the militia up in these mountains.  I didn’t know shit about this Eden’s Gate nonsense before.  I had just gotten home and those fucking cultists nabbed me out on the road. Jacob was ready to write me off as weak, feed me to his judges, until he found out who I was.  He liked having me around, knowing that I was related to Eli.  He kept me in a cage and treated me like I was his pet, called me his ‘little lamb’.  I guess Jacob got tired of my big mouth.  I had outgrown my usefulness to him. He said he’d come back for me when I was nothing but bones.  I’ve gotten real sick of listening to this bastard talk.  Help me take out the speakers around here so I don’t have to listen to him anymore.”

“I’ll put in a good word with Eli for ya’, tell him you’re one of the good ones.  Look Dep, I know you got a lot of skilled people looking to help you but I’d love to fight back.  You and me, we’re gonna shove my bat so far up Jacob’s ass that he’s gonna choke on it.  See you around, Dep.

In Jacob’s region- “Why does everyone think that I fucked Jacob Seed?  I mean sure Jacob’s tall, buff, and okay whatever, he’s a hunk I’ll give him that.  But do you know how old he is?  47.  That’s fucking disgusting.  I ain’t nobody’s sugar baby.  Besides if someone told you were meat every day, you wouldn’t want to fuck them either.”

“I never got to properly thank you for getting me out of there Dep.  Eli’s really the only family I have left.  I’d do anything for him.  Even if that means doing some things that I don’t agree with.”

“I don’t think Jacob realizes that when he tells someone they are meat it has a different connotation when he says it to a woman.  It makes it sound like Jacob’s into some kinky shit.  Not that I would have firsthand experience about that.  Because... I don’t...”

“Truth is, I was really no one before I met Jacob.  I was just a dumb sorority girl.  Eden’s Gate trained me, they showed me how to fight.  Too bad all that training will be used to kill every single last one of them.”

“You’ve met Jacob in person before, right Dep?  He’s one ugly son of a bitch ain’t he?  He looks pretty good without a shirt though... like damn.  Did I just say that out loud?”

In John’s region- “I heard that John tattoos people’s chest then cuts off their skin and calls it ‘atonement’. I call being a perverted little shit.  He probably just kidnaps the pretty women so he can rip their shirts off.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I just waltzed into Joseph’s Compound?  Yeah my dumb ass thought it was just a new church in town.  None of the warning signs in my head were going off.  I just thought ‘hey this church has tv screens for the song lyrics, that’s cool!’  I have a selfie with Joseph Seed somewhere on my phone.  I’m pretty sure I put it on my snapchat story too.”

“If no one else is gonna talk about the elephant in the room, I’m gonna say it.  All of the Seed Brothers are hot as fuck.  Too bad they’re all fucking insane.  Man it is always the crazy ones that get ya’.  Just ask all those women that went home with Ted Bundy.  You can’t.  Because you know…  They’re dead.”

In Faith’s region- “It’s not Faith’s fault that’s she’s crazy.  She wasn’t the first one to be controlled by Joseph.  There were countless girls before her who took on the name Faith.  He even sought me out at one point.  I’m just glad it was her who took the name and not me.”

“Everybody will go on and on about how great the Hope County baseball team is but they sucked ass.  It was the softball team that were the real ball players.  We won two state championships back to back.  I hit the game winning home run for one of them.  But I’m sure Sharky and Hurk will just tell you how fun it was to get hammered at the baseball games.”

“Killing all these angels, I feel just like Rick Grimes!  You don’t watch that show?  When this is all over Dep we’re sitting on my couch and binge watching every episode.  It’s going to be freaking awesome!”

[showtonki]

Real gangsters move in silence

#REAL GANGSTERS MOVE IN SILENCE SKIN#

(Including the one second bounce off the cage and punches after the fact.) Record shattered, undefeated record shattered. Giving himself enough time to land two “super necessary” punches to the unconscious head of Askren, Masvidal was the new record holder of the fastest knockout in UFC history at five seconds flat. When the fight had begun, Masvidal, hands behind his back took a second against the cage before running at an all out sprint and landing an earth shaking flying knee to a now completely stiff, Ben Askren. The grin just wouldn’t leave his face and we found out why. Fight night, he walked to the Octagon with a little more swagger than ever before. Masvidal wasn’t dodging eye contact, wasn’t getting frustrated or appearing dominated.

#REAL GANGSTERS MOVE IN SILENCE SKIN#

Most of Askren’s opponents become mentally overwhelmed and soon enough physically as well, Masvidal made a mortal out of the former Olympian.Īt the faceoffs, Askren tried burrowing under the skin of “Gamebred” and something seemed off. It was one of the only times anybody had engaged in verbal sparring with him and it wasn’t having the intended result. That plan from beginning to end was a failure when he was slated to take on Jorge Masvidal at UFC 239.Įvery small comment seemed to irritate Masvidal further and further. After peaking the fans’ interest by being the lovable antagonist, “Funky” fights his fight, wins and calls it a day. Witty, irritating prefight chatter is Askren’s weapon of choice. With some of the best wrestling in all of MMA, Askren isn’t exactly winning fans over via flash. These days, it’s hard to find Masvidal without his hands behind his back and the smirk that says, “you saw what can happen.”īen Askren was an appropriately hyped undefeated champion of basically every promotion he’s fought in and a legendary college wrestler. After all was said and done, Masvidal did more damage to Leon Edwards in his three second retaliation than he received in three rounds of the co-main. Landed multiple shots to the face of Edwards before both men were heavily restrained. Hands behind his back, Masvidal calmly walked over, didn’t wait for another word to be spoken. Nevermind the post-fight press conference, nevermind the rolling cameras, nevermind the interview. After a decision win over Gunnar Nelson, Edwards appeared to be trying to build his next fight when he set his sights on Jorge Masvidal despite “Gamebred” being preoccupied with a backstage interview. Mid-interview, Masvidal found himself being chirped at by English welterweight, Leon Edwards. The last king of the most brutal YouTube rabbit hole that stole the attention of the world in the mid to late 2000’s, Jorge Masvidal.Īfter Masvidal’s UFC London knockout over Darren Till that not only earned him Fight of the Night, but Performance of the night also, he also found himself close to pulling in a second performance of the night after the show. High-top shoes squeaking on concrete, jean shorts, ponytail and no shirt, Masvidal was a man among boys as he threw calculated strikes, circled, evaded punches and defeated Ray not once but twice. It isn’t a 305 party without Jorge Masvidal. His protégé, Ray, was thought to take over as the face of backyard, bare-knuckled brawls but come on. Before long he was a household name and in the UFC. The hard-hitting, seemingly unbeatable Slice was seen destroying face after face barehanded in the back yard. The man who put a face to the nameless backyard fighters was Kimbo Slice. Random searches as far as the imagination could take a person took a lot of people down a street fight rabbit hole. By early career we don’t mean when Masvidal took Raphael Assuncao to decision only to turn around and knock out Joe Lauzon in his sixth and seventh fight, respectively.īefore Twitch, SnapChat or Vine, YouTube was your one stop shop for almost any kind of entertainment.

[dreamdragonkadia]

Being married to Tony Stark Include...Part 1

[I regret nothing. Warning, alittle NSFW]

You are literally one of his best friends. Before even dating, he would have to know you fairly well to give up his playboy ways.

Most likely getting married before the whole events of ironman.

Drinking competitions happen way too often.

Helping Pepper keep her sanity when Tony is being stubborn.

High probability that Obadiah didn’t want y’all to get married. But Tony did it anyways.

As his wife, you know way more than you should. Like more than Obadiah and the board.

Sometimes it scares him, how much he loves you, which makes for really interesting, cheesy conversations.

You are the only one who can get into his lab when he locks himself in there. J.A.R.V.I.S knows better than to tell you no, you know how to hack his mainframe.

But you aren’t a bitch, so you give Tony the space he wants when he needs it. Unless it involves majorly injuring himself like the idiot he can be.

People are hella jealous of you and constantly try to get interviews with the one and only [Y/n] Stark.

You reject them all.

Often going with Tony to company meetings.

Sometimes, you tag along with the weapon demos before the events of Ironman.

Skipping out on the award ceremonies to go gambling and drinking alongside Tony.

Once you get past the point of tipsy, Tony doesn’t let you leave his side. You do some stupid shit when your not in the right state of mind.

For the remainder of the night, you follow him around like a lost puppy, cheering when he manages to win. Or even getting involved with the gamble while taking a shot of whiskey.

“Party Crasher here.” You whisper when seeing Rhodey walking over, rolling your last.

“Don’t worry, babe. He can’t be that upset.” You just hum in response, taking one last shot.

Tony literally has to support you while walking out. It’s passed off as his arms around your waist, pressed against his side.

Groaning as the reporter stops the couple, you manage to slip your way into the car without falling.

Having to interrupt their conversation, acting like he has a meeting in the morning, so y’all need to go.

Attempted car cuddles, cause you’re drunk. Just you leaning your head on his shoulder, muttering about the events that just happened.

Kicking off your heels and almost breaking the glass happens too often.

He tries to help you undress. Keyword tries. The night ends with having sex.

Lots and lots of sex throughout the relationship. Mad? Sex. Had a fight? Makeup sex. Bored? Most likely going to have sex.

It never gets old though. Tony knows how to spice up the bedroom.

Also tons of cuddles, hugs, and kisses. Once a week, there is a day spent cuddling.

Being great friends with Pepper and Happy. J.A.R.V.I.S is your other best friend beside Tony.

“Mrs. Stark, your husband might need assistance. His stubbornness could possibly get him hurt.”

“Heading down now. Unlock the lab doors if you would.”

“Of course, Mrs.Stark.”

Because Tony Stark is your husband, your closet is filled with fancy, cute and the latest fashion constantly. You don’t get a say in that, he loves to spoil you.

Thanks to him, you have a pretty good sense of fashion, always getting comments about being cute and beautiful.

When Tony gets way to in a project, Pepper always goes to you for signatures and things about the company.

Midnight drives or driving in general with Tony is the fucking best. Cops don’t bother pulling the Starks over.

There are times when he’ll drive them somewhere high up and they just cuddle on the hood, talking about life and looking at the sunset/stars.

Most of the time, you sit in the lab, reading a book or watching your shows while he works.

This happens more often than people think but Tony helps make food. 

J.A.R.V.I.S turns on a playlist, bringing up suggested recipes to make.

Eating out is only twice a week, unless it’s date night.

More often times than not, the Starks midnight shopping if they have too. You really dislike people getting your groceries, so it’s a road trip to the store. Wal-Mart and Winco are the main stories.

        Midnight shopping also means, no one really jumps them with questions or pictures. It happens sometimes but that is inevitable.

Big fight rarely happen. Y’all try not to get mad and understand both sides of each other’s story. But things will escalate. Which only means that they’ll need time to cool off. Apologies happen sooner than later.

Every couple has the stupid little fights. This one is one of them. You fight with Tony over the stupidest shit. Like what kind of beer is better or why the cheaper brand tastes better than the expensive one.

Disagreements are inevitable as well, but it’ll always come to an agreed decision cuz communication goes a long way.

You can literally be the most problematic significant other and Tony will still love you. Can’t eat many foods? That’s okay, he’ll come to a conclusion with you. Have health problems? Don’t worry, Tony will get you the help you need.

Good luck dragging his ass to bed. He can be a child when it comes to sleep and he’s working on something important.

Any charity event or parties is almost always a nightmare for you. Mrs. Stark doesn’t want to go but she doesn’t get a choice. Till you get to the actual event it’s your time to become a child and whine to him.

But in the end, you look beautiful and glamorous. 90% of the time you are by his side cuz you don’t know who any of these people are. Why would you don’t bother remembering? As Tony would say some people are just a pain to remember. No idea if he would actually say that.

Social media is huge in the relationship. He likes showing off. Y'all have the biggest streak possible on Snapchat.

[birdiethebibliophile]

{fic} Bright-Eyed and Bushy-Tailed (part 6)

Fandom:  A Court of Thorns and Roses Rating:  M Chapter Warnings:  References to abuse Relationship:  Lucien/Cassian Word Count:  1,664

Here on AO3. 

Read the rest:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Holy shit, I can’t believe I finally updated this. Here it is: the chapter I started almost seven months ago, for the fic I haven’t updated since September. (I told you I hadn’t abandoned it.) Thank you so much for the love this fic has gotten. I honestly can’t believe it.

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It wasn’t that Cassian needed an excuse to see Lucien. It was just that his copy of Rosemary for Remembrance was due back, and he didn’t want to give Nesta a reason to stop speaking to him again. And it was mere coincidence that he happened to show up during one of Lucien’s shifts.

“He’s in the stacks,” Nesta told him before he’d even opened his mouth to ask.

“Hi, Nesta. How are you?” he responded blithely. “I’m well, thanks.”

“If you’re trying to pretend you’re not here to see Lucien, you’re failing utterly,” Nesta said, not looking up from her book. “Elain mentioned the cookies. Sweet of him.”

Cassian deflated. “Yeah, it… it was. How’s he been doing?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s in the biographies.”

“Yeah, you’re right, sorry. I’ll…” Cassian nodded at the shelves, then headed off (rather sheepishly) to the northwest corner of the main floor.

It only took him a minute of searching to find Lucien. He was reshelving a truly obscene number of books on Benjamin Franklin. Cassian felt himself relax as he took in the scene. Lucien was humming absently, lining the spines up as he slid each book onto the shelf. His hair was braided down his back, and his eye was clear. It was a good day.

Lightly, Cassian tapped on the side of a shelf. “Hey.”

Lucien turned towards him, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Hey, Cass. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d drop by. Had to, uh, return a book, and I know you work on Wednesday afternoons, so…” Cassian trailed off, feeling his face heat. “Anyways. I wanted to say thanks for the cookies. They were delicious.”

Lucien laughed – really laughed, not the quick, bitter things Cassian was used to hearing from him. The laughter reminded Cassian of a drink of champagne, bubbling and light and sweet, and it made his head spin. “I’ll tell Nesta to tell Elain you said so. She said she usually makes sugar cookies, but I thought you’d like chocolate chip better.”

“I do,” Cassian admitted.

Lucien pushed a last Franklin biography into place, then turned fully to face Cassian. “I think her exact words were, ‘Could seduce a man with cookies like that,’” he said.

Cassian had to take a moment to remember how to breathe. One of Lucien’s dark eyebrows quirked up, like he was asking a question.

“Certainly could,” Cassian finally said.

A smile flitted over Lucien’s mouth, and he turned back to the shelves. “I saw you teaching that class,” he went on. “The kids’ taekwondo one.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Cute.”

“I – uh, I just like teaching,” Cassian said. “It’s fun. They learn fast.”

“Bet you don’t get kicked in the balls as much when you’re teaching adults, though.” Lucien shot him a grin.

Cassian groaned. “You saw that?”

“Absolutely. And documented it for posterity,” Lucien added, tapping his pocket where his phone must be. “Or blackmail, I guess, whichever comes up first.”

“You do, and I’ll get Azriel to hack your phone,” Cassian threatened. “Do you want your ringtone to be the Spongebob theme song? Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“Joke’s on you – I love Spongebob.”

Cassian’s heart swelled for a moment with something he didn’t want to put a name to – something that matched to Lucien’s heart, quickened when he smiled, ached when he was hurting. Seeing Lucien here, so obviously – well, if not happy, perhaps, then content – made that part of him expand to engulf his whole chest.

“Really, though,” he said softly. “How are you?”

Lucien’s teasing smile faded. “Better,” he admitted. “Nesta was pretty cool about me missing work.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be.” Cassian leaned back against the shelves. “You look… good.”

“Don’t I always?” was Lucien’s lighthearted reply. He didn’t look as faded and drawn as he had a few days ago. They’d texted a few times since then, but Cassian felt better with a visual confirmation of what Lucien had told him.

“You do,” Cassian said anyways, and was gratified – if a bit surprised – to see twin spots of color appear high on Lucien’s brown cheekbones.

“So,” Lucien said after a moment of flustered silence, “did you just come over to compliment me? Because I don’t know if Nesta would approve.”

“I told you – I had a book to return.” Cassian hesitated. “I did, uh, have an ulterior motive, though.”

“Yeah? I figured you must.”

Cassian rubbed the back of his head, running nervous fingers through his hair. “Rhys is throwing a party? Gala, whatever. Something business-y. He invited me, and I thought you… might wanna come with, as my plus-one.”

He’d been tossing the idea around for weeks, wondering whether to go through with it. He’d never been the biggest fan of parties, but Rhys had widened his ridiculous eyes and managed to persuade him it would be fun, Cassian, come on, loosen up a little! Cassian hadn’t been able to tell his brother no.

“I dunno, Cass,” Lucien said. “Who all’s going to be there?”

“Bunch of big shots, probably. CEO’s like Rhys. Why – oh.” It hit Cassian suddenly. “God, sorry, Lu, I didn’t even think about that.”

Tamlin.

Cassian kicked himself. Why hadn’t he thought of that? No wonder Lucien wasn’t sure if he wanted to risk it.

“I mean, I know he doesn’t have any power over me now,” Lucien said, the words sounding recited and rote. “But –”

“No, I got it,” Cassian said quickly. “Forget I said anything. I promised Rhys I’d go, but you wanna come over, like, that Sunday? The day after? I owe you a cooking lesson.”

Lucien’s expression relaxed again. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Maybe we could make chocolate chip cookies so I don’t have to rely on Elain’s good humor when I want to be nice.”

“Are you asking me to give you a cooking lesson?”

“Baking. Yes,” Lucien said. “Maybe. Would you… be okay with that?”

“More than okay. Lucien, I’d l- I’d really enjoy baking cookies with you.”

“It’s a date.” Lucien smiled, and Cassian couldn’t help smiling back. Lucien’s smile was intoxicating – contagious. It was a weapon handmade to take Cassian down with a single blow.

“Oh, is it?” Cassian said, raising his eyebrows.

“If you’d like it to be,” Lucien said, and he reached up and tucked a stray curl behind Cassian’s ear. “Can you blame me? After all you’ve been doing for me?”

Cassian’s hand caught Lucien’s barely an inch away from his cheek, gently, so as not to startle him. “I don’t – Lu, I don’t want it to feel like you’re paying me back for anything,” he said. “I know there’ve been… people in your life before who feel like you owe them. I’m not one of those people. You know that, right?”

“’Course, Cass.” Lucien’s thin hand flexed under Cassian’s, and Cassian could feel the tendons move just under his thin skin, could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins, a hummingbird rhythm beneath his fingers. Careful not to squeeze too hard, Cassian, you’ll crush it. “Friends… don’t owe each other. And you know I trust you, right?” he said, the edge his voice usually carried smoothed under a strain of genuine concern Cassian hadn’t heard from him before. “I know you’d never – you’re not like him.”

Before Cassian could respond, Lucien yanked his hand back. “I mean, obviously,” he went on, his free hand running over the shelf of books in front of him, pushing them into place even though they were already lined up perfectly. (Nesta would be proud.) “You’re way better-looking.”

“Oh, really?” Cassian asked, slipping back into teasing. “That’s a comfort, at least. By the way – you admitted we’re friends.”

Lucien scowled. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did! You said friends don’t owe each other.” Cassian grinned, leaning on the wooden shelves. “Admit it. We’re friends.”

“Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me.” But Lucien gave him a small, sideways smile. “I should get back to work, but… I’ll ask Rhys to drive me over on Sunday. I’ll bring the chocolate chips.”

“Come over for dinner.” Cassian caught Lucien’s hand as it rested on the now-empty library cart. “Stay over for the evening. Okay? I want…”

Cassian paused, and it felt like the air around them held its breath. Lucien’s eyes, the warm brown and lifeless gold, were still fixed sideways on him.

I want you to be happy, and I know I can’t do that, but I can do this.

“I want to spend time with you,” Cassian finished. “No obligations. No Feysand talking business over us. Just cookies and conversation. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucien said. “Yeah, okay. I can’t…” His eyes dropped. “You know I can’t promise what Sunday’s going to be like.”

“I know, Lu. It’s okay if Sunday turns out to be a shitty day. Let’s plan on it, though. Dinner. Baking. Sunday.”

Lucien nodded. “I’ll expect to hear all about the party. Hours of shit-talking. You better take notes.”

“I’ll keep track of every terrible rich straight person and their terrible fashion choices,” Cassian promised. “I’ll even take pictures. You can pop some popcorn and open up Snapchat and watch them roll in.” And then, because he could tell where Lucien was going to worry, he added, “Trust me, it’ll be really nice to have someone to talk to. That party’s going to be a nightmare, they always are, and Rhys and the others will be schmoozing CEOs.”

“You came here to invite me to a nightmare?” Lucien teased.

“Wouldn’t be a nightmare if you were there,” Cassian said with a grin, “but Snapchat is the next best thing.”

“Better be.” Lucien shoved Cassian backwards with the tips of his fingers. “Go on, get out of here. I have a job to do. I can kick you out now, you know.”

Cassian laughed. “All right, all right, I’m going! But I’ll see you on Sunday?”

“Yeah,” Lucien said, and he smiled. “Sunday.”

[kylorenpunk]

Because I’m a jerk how about all 99? :P

I hate you Mason. 1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Burnin Up by jonas brothers

Faith by George Michael 

Without Love from the Hairspray Movie Soundtrack 

TKO By Justin Timberlake 

Mirrors by Justin Timberlake

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Gal Gadot

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. “When you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll see how well you’ve done.” - Brisinger

4: What do you think about most? Depends on the day 

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? “Oh yeah.” Shout out to Nic

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with clothes

7: What’s your strangest talent? That I don’t have a talent

8: Girls… are great and valid; Boys… are great and valid

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Not that I know of

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I was in middle school. Accidentally farted in the middle of the room in girl scouts trying to be cool doing that. Haven’t done it since.

11: Do you have any strange phobias? Hate crowded places, don’t like stuff with a bunch of holes, hate snakes, mainly claustrophobia and social phobia

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? a nasal spray

13: What’s your religion? very loose catholic

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Walking, exploring a place, talking on the phone 

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind it. Don’t like how I look in photos I didn’t take myself.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Shinedown

17: What was the last lie you told? That I would be getting decorations for something today. I meant it when I said it tho. 

18: Do you believe in karma? Yes. I believe what you put out into the world is what you receive. Whether or not that is specifically karma who knows. 

19: What does your URL mean? It means Kylo Ren is a little bitch and that The Last Jedi never existed

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? W: overthinking S: Passion

21: Who is your celebrity crush? Chris Pine atm

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Nope. It makes playing Never Have I Ever really easy

23: How do you vent your anger? Talking to a friend, posting on a sub social media account

24: Do you have a collection of anything? Fairies, makeup, wonder woman and batman items

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Phone. Conversation is more natural and unfiltered

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Very much so yes

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Styrofoam - I love the sound of my fan or the sound of someone laughing

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?What if I stayed in my first school

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and Yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. R: makeup drawer         L: Wall 

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? Air. I smell air. Miss me with that hippie shit

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? A club in Tampa

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast.

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Justin Timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? 42

36: Define Art. Anything you want it to be

37: Do you believe in luck? Sort of?

38: What’s the weather like right now? Cooler side. Kinda nice tho

39: What time is it? 1:20 am. Fuck you.

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes and no

41: What was the last book you read? Still in the middle of Brisinger bc I am forever cursed to never finish that series. No spoilers

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? No

43: Do you have any nicknames? Kari, Rina, Lord of the Universe

44: What was the last film you saw? Just came back from seeing Game Night. It was good.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Sprained my ankle one time.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? Yes! He died. 

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Kakashi tbh

48: What’s your sexual orientation? Straight 

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Yep that I was falsely in love with someone I was not.

50: Do you believe in magic? No. 

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Yes

52: What is your astrological sign? Cancer. I’m an emotional bitch.

53: Do you save money or spend it? Both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Candy for a movie

55: Love or lust? Love. 100%

56: In a relationship? Not at the moment

57: How many relationships have you had? Official? One. Non official? 3

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? I tried. No.

59: Where were you yesterday? School, work and home

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My blanket

61: Are you wearing socks right now? Nope. Bare feet. 

62: What’s your favourite animal? Meerkat

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? That’s manipulation I don’t encourage that spam snapchat with selfies

64: Where is your best friend? Hopefully sleeping bc it’s nearly fucking 2am

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. how about no 

66: What is your heritage? Hispanic

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Sleeping like I should be doing right now

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Pussy

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? I am a child of God. 

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yes I would love another hot mess friend. 

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Call someone nearby to help and explain the situation

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) family and close friends b) go see all the people I want to see c) of course who doesn’t fear death

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. In order to love you need trust so love. 

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Burnin Up by the Jonas Brothers or Get Low by Lil Jon 

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Not happening

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Trust, Love and Communication 

77: How can I win your heart? Win my family’s heart

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes bc there are less social restrictions

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? To leave the first school - also to go to San Antonio last summer

80: What size shoes do you wear? 8-9

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? She loved Wonder Woman.

82: What is your favourite word? Fuck

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. family

84: What is a saying you say a lot? “Listen”

85: What’s the last song you listened to? Say Something by JT

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Pink, Black, Green

87: What is your current desktop picture? Picture of Abby Cadabby from Sesame Street reading a muppets version of harry potter 

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? The asshole in power in Venezuela

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Depends on who it is 

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Cry because mummies have been a fear since childhood

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Photographic memory when needed

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Either a very recent Saturday. Or a moment in San Antonio where I was just in the hotel room being the happiest I had felt in years.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Ever riding Falcon’s Fury

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Nick Jonas despite knowing it would be awful 

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

New York or Chicago

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not atm

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Yep. Tried swallowing pen ink and it made me puke

98: Ever been on a plane? 

Yep this past summer

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Be kind to one another. 

[chanzicoup]

NSFW A-Z With BTS Rapmon

A/N: I shouldn't be writing something that's not a request butNO ONE REQUESTED RAPMON YOU UGLIES I just thought I'd vary  my posts a bit. Going off of that I am closing the NSFW requests for now because I have so many of then but my request box is still open! I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

Request Regulations

A = Aftercare

You better hope your punishment is over after the sex because if you've been bad Rapmon will just lie down but he'll feel bad about it in the morning and  treat you like royalty. If after sex and Rapmon saw your punishment was over he'd cuddle with you laying on his chest and with your entire body on top of his. He'll even massage you gently until you sleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on you is definitely your lips. They're just so luscious and plump and he loves it when you press them in trails from his neck to his member. His weapon of choice *nervouschuckle* is his shoulders/chest because he knows he can trap you and use his size difference to his advantage.

C = Cum

He's messy on purpose so make sure you guys invest in new sheets at least every two months.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

This is kind of your dirty secret too but nonetheless Namjoon and you sex each other and send certain pictures through snapchat. It's never consistent about whoever sends the first nude but when the deed is done there is no going back.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He certainly knows what he's doing but I can't say for sure he's learned it all through experience. When he was younger he was a very smart student who spent too much time studying to focus on relationships and dating so he probably acquired what he knows through the media and music or just what he thought he was suppose to do.

F = Favorite position

He doesn't care as long as he's dom.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn't joke around at all during heated moments because he knows it isn't a joke but a very serious matter that literally requires consent to go forward with.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Rapmonster is a straightforward kind of guy so I can kind of see him shaving only when he feels like it because he doesn't think it matters when it comes to sex. Everyone has hair and it's a human quality no one should be ashamed off. If it bothered you and you went to him about it he's appreciate that you came to him to talk but he'd want to find out why it bothered you if it did.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rapmon's pretty rough and it's not really romance but lust and desperation? He'd rarely be romantic, usually when he just wants to love you he'll bring out the goods but he's romantic usually and during a normal day so he's a completely different person when he's horny.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

He knows it's not the same without you there but if he's needy enough and he can't be with you he'll send a video of him touching himself to get him off and to let you know he's thinking of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Obvious daddy kink but also a not so obvious gag kink. Like he goes crazy if you try to let out a moan but just can't because of the restrictions he put on you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom because it's a trigger room for him I guess? It's the place you two usually have sex so he associates the thought with the room and it helps get him in the mood. Any room would do though. The living room, kitchen, shower, outside/public, etc.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I feel like being in a certain mood would make him needy. If he is stressed after a long day he mentally prepares of an even longer night with you screaming and moaning beneath him as you scratch his back.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I read a smut once when Rapmon had a peeing kink and the reader tries to tell him that they gotta pee before they have sex but mon's just like "naw just pee on me" and I just exited tumblr for a good week before returning and I wanted to emphasize that RAPMON WOULD NOT TOLERATE THAT.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He'd totally want you to dick him down but like I said before he's a dom so even if you are technically on top rapmon is still in control of the actions you take and when you cum and what you are to do to him. If you ignore his orders you will be punished.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

FAST AND ROUGH

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You may not like them but he does and he gets hard out of no where so it'll be like three minutes before he goes on stage when he tells to you to meet him in the restrooms in ten seconds.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Since there are technically two sides to Rapmon side A would want to keep everyone and their images safe but side B would want the opposite so it's really a toss up here.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last all night but if you are overstimulated after three rounds than he'll decide if it's enough for now or to continue in the morning.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns the entire catalog are you kidding me? He's got it all mate. Of course he uses it all on you, never would he blindfold himself and strike himself with a whip, that's all reserved for your discretion.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rapmon would tease just to hear you beg for him to be inside of you. He'll try to prolong penetration to make it harder for you but he'll eventually give in when he wants to.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Monnie wouldn't be as loud as you'd think, mainly hes commanding you and maybe grunting a bit without realizing it but if anyone heard you guys they'd mainly hear your voice bouncing off of the walls.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rapmon has always wanted to have sex in a drive-in theater like he's seen in American films.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He might be on the more veiny side of the graph, he's long and wider than most men which is a pro for you honey bunches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sex at lease every week because he wants you to be desperate. He normally would try to make it a random day so you're never expecting it but as soon as you start predicting when he'll come up to you for sex he'll make you wait longer.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It would normally depend on how he felt. Sometimes he'll rush to sleep but other's he'll stay up with a good book.

~Blake

[blkpnkwriting]

a different kind of famous

part i. / part ii.

BLACKPINK x Reader, heist!au

Rated: M

Warnings: blood, violence, guns, swearing

Word count: 3,571

     You are on the brink of infamy. This heist proved it wouldn’t be as simple as once thought.

     “Okay, one last time ---”

    A set of twinkling eyes met your own in the rearview mirror.

    “Y/N, you’re leading the heist. Enter through the front, watch the operation, and lock down for the off chance you’re immediately compromised.” The gaze in the reflection shifted to the person beside you, Lisa, whose nails clicked restlessly on the door handle, a rhythmic pattern. “Lisa, apprehend the security. Fire if you have to, but only for the legs --- we’re not trying to kill anyone. Once you have them down, secure the panic button, and assume your position on the counters to help watch the operation.” Again, the stare settled on the other side of you, where Rosé sat silently until she was addressed. As cued, she swept her subtle ginger locks off her shoulders, gathering it up to twist with nimble fingers into a tight bun at the crown of her head. “You, Rosie, are the stitch for this entire heist. Lisa and Y/N will have taken care of your guard duty, so all you have to do is make sure you can crack the vault and grab as much as you can. Don’t overburden yourself, it’ll make escaping difficult. Once you’ve filled everyone’s bags, disperse them evenly.”

    Finally, Jennie turned from the mirror to her passenger. Jisoo didn’t bother looking up from her laptop computer to know that she would be briefed next. “Lastly, Jisoo is our eyes and ears. She’ll only relay the important details via your earpieces if needed. Once you’ve secured the money, we’ll know, and she’ll guide you out the best possible exit where I’ll be waiting. Remember not to get too comfortable once we have you, because it’s only a short distance until the trade-off. By then, police should be onto us.”

    Jennie twisted to face you all, an expression only worn during these missions in place now: serious, calculating, and all business. “We have to be quick, but we have to be rational. No room for mistakes or for screwing around. This is our biggest heist yet. We can’t fuck up.”

    The incessant tapping abruptly stopped as Lisa picked up her ski mask from her lap, pausing just before her face. “Yeah, and just so we’re all clear, I’m totally going to be making Snapchat worthy ugly faces at you guys the entire time I’m wearing this scratchy mask.” With that and a snicker, she pulled the material over her features, hair already drawn up.

    There was a smirk on your face as you followed suit, donning the mask and fixing it until it no longer bothered you... as much. You looked down at your garb, pleased with how well it cloaked your figure to the point that it was difficult to even assume what gender you were. Which was the whole point. A bullet proof vest, not only for safety, also served to pad your curves beneath the baggy zip-up. And if you weren’t about to rob a bank, you could wear your sweatpants to a hip-hop dance practice. As far as anyone could tell, you and your partners could be women, or you could be slender men, especially with Lisa and Rosé above average in height. After all, this wasn’t your first burglary.

    There was a roll of her eyes from Jennie, though you could see the fondness behind it, and then she was facing around again. Slender fingers started the engine, the expendable “get-away” car rattling to life. You weren’t about to spend more money than you were about to steal on some fancy escape car. A junker would do. Especially for what you planned to do with it once you were safely out of the bank. It was your favorite part, but you couldn’t focus on that. Not when the ball hadn’t started rolling on your operation yet.

    The particular bank that you all had in mind was one that was open after-hours. By “after-hours” they meant a couple hours after traffic died down from the rush home at the end of the work day, making it accessible for those too busy to make the trip during the regular times. It was your prime target: an establishment that wouldn’t conflict with traffic, person and car, while allowing you all to easily slip into the cover of the oncoming nightfall.

    You played with the safety on your semi-automatic rifle, situated between your legs, pointed downwards. The black duffel bags provided enough cover that any passersby close to the car would have a hard time spotting the weapons. You’ve never shot anyone before, and desperately hoped you never would, but you certainly felt comfortable holding someone up on the other end of it. There was a power that overcame you, and you were scared of becoming drunk on it. Probably why you’ve never even fired the thing. Lisa has, on multiple occasions. You might even say she enjoyed the rambunctious quality of guns. Fitting. But you would happily leave all the firing to her, and she was happy to do so.

    The city flitted by, Jennie’s expert driving maintaining a low profile as you neared ever closer to the location. Jisoo hadn’t looked up once from her laptop, multiple windows sifting continually through her watch on the screen. This wasn’t some spontaneous decision. This was very much premeditated, going so far as months prior to where you sat now. It gave Jisoo enough time to safely insert herself in the bank’s security system, as well as the local police department’s dispatch broadcast, and other technologically inclined bases that you yourself weren’t privy to. All that time spent playing video games really paid off, nourishing the eldest’s interests until she became somewhat of an impressive hacker.

    The whole time, Rosé sat quietly beside you. There wasn’t a bit of movement or noise from her, and she stared straight ahead. You knew better than to disturb her. It was her way of preparing herself, attuning herself so that when it came down to the pressure of being the one who would get you inside the vault, to your cash, she wouldn’t crack. Beside the rifle at her feet, all she was equipped with was a stethoscope. It sounded mundane and altogether too simple, but it worked. You’ve seen it happen. Like some sort of diabolical doctor, she would crouch at the door, chestpiece pressed beside the dial. The job would be done within minutes. She had to have good hearing or something, because that was also another job to this whole heist you could never do.

    The car rolled to a stop, and you knew it was game time. Jisoo’s fingertips hardly paused on the keyboard as you arrived, teeth worrying into her lip. The coast was clear, signaled by a two-fingered gesture. With the slightest of nods from Jennie in the rearview mirror, Lisa threw open the door and jumped out. You followed, Rosé close behind, and together, you charged the front doors to the bank you had pulled up in front of. You didn’t have to look to know that Jennie and Jisoo were already gone.

    Your gloved left hand dug into your hoodie pocket, producing a portable voice distorter that you raised to your mouth just as Lisa and Rosé burst open the doors to the lobby. The butt of your rifle rested in the crook of your shoulder and aimed at the small gathering of innocents, eyes widening in shock at the sight before you were shouting into the mouthpiece. “I need EVERYONE to get on the ground NOW!”

    Like clockwork, your hostages lowered themselves to the ground, some collapsing rather awkwardly. There had been plenty of instances for you to practice ignoring the cries of fear that began to muffle against the marble floor. Instead, you had bigger fish to fry, and having memorized the blueprints Jisoo had drawn out, you knew exactly where to look for the guard detail. As suspected, three security officers were stationed systematically through the lobby, and as Lisa motioned for the bank teller who appeared to be attempting a swipe for the panic button, a guard rounded the corner for her. You couldn’t reach her in time, seeing as you stared down the barrel of your own rifle at a lady guard who visibly shook in front of you. She reluctantly lowered her handgun to the floor in surrender.

    “Drop the weapon!” a guard’s voice hollered in the large open space. A Glock quivered in Lisa’s direction. You glanced at Rosé, watching in mild surprise as she kicked the second guard’s gun away from reach and withdrew zip ties from her duffel bag on her back. It prompted you to do the same, but ---

    A gunshot echoed off the walls, several screams bleeding into the noise in a disorienting din.

    “The next time won’t just be her foot,” Lisa’s warbled voice threatened. One hand held a voice distorter to her mask, the other pointed for what you could guess was the bank teller on the ground. There was a short pause as the last guard hesitated. Then, with a few choice swears beneath his breath, he shuffled to the floor, sliding his gun to Lisa’s feet. You finally bent to zip tie your guard, distracted by the lame start to your operation. Lisa disappeared behind the stations once you had moved near enough to apprehend her opponent, and you slid the tie into its tightest notch on the man’s wrists.

    Things were going almost as planned. With the security patrol sloppily captured, you returned to the front doors. An imaginary scene played before your eyes, of the police arriving and storming the building, but you pushed it out of your mind. Just because the bust hadn’t gone as cleanly as previous heists didn’t mean this one wouldn’t succeed. Instead, you seized the security gate and dragged it along, locking it at the other side. Behind you, you could hear Lisa climbing atop the counter, and once you turned around, saw her cradling her rifle, gazing out upon your hostages. Rosé was nowhere to be seen, but the vault Jisoo explicated was just down a barred corridor where you could see if an unaccounted guard attempted to thwart her proceedings.

    Now, you wait. It made your skin itch, but you paced in a nonchalant manner about the hall, hoping to appear as though none of it didn’t bother you. Of course it bothered you, but this was the way things had to be. You were the leader of your little crew, and it was your duty to hold it together. For Lisa and for Rosé.

      You counted the guards: one, two, three. Still on the ground, still handcuffed, and you ignored the young woman crying softly in a corner. The bank teller would live. Lisa’s aim was true, and you had yet to ever see a news report about your infamous heists having any casualties. All you had to do was stick to the plan. Jennie and Jisoo’s plans always worked.

    It felt like forever, but the clock above read it had been all of three minutes when Rosé’s figure came jogging back into view, dropping her duffel full of cash on the counter Lisa perched on. Lisa slipped hers off, tossing it to your vault robber, and she was gone again. Just a couple more minutes.

    You could stomach this.

    Rosé returned, headed for you. You met her halfway as you removed your duffel strap from your shoulder, trading the bags between you two. Your eyes met, Rosé wordlessly searching for something in you. You turned away before she could surmise anything, throwing your bag onto your back. The weight of the money was a little more than unwelcoming, and you were already sweating through your damn clothes, but it would be worth it. Literally.

    Your earpiece crackled. Lisa jumped in your peripheral as hers did the same, but Rosé’s back continued retreating to her task. Jisoo’s voice came, sounding oddly automatic.

    “Five minutes left. Police have been alerted to suspicious activity. Suggested point of exit: back of building, through service entrance. We’ll be waiting.”

    Lisa hopped off the counters, stooping to lift the bank teller. The gun in her hand was enough to frighten the woman from doing anything but obeying. They walked from around the counters so she couldn’t reach the panic button, and dropped her off on the floor with the rest of the hostages. Then she motioned for the direction Rosé had gone, and you followed suit. You tread backwards so that your eyes remained on your hostages, counting the guards once again, and as Rosé joined you with the third and last duffel bag, you lifted your voice distorter to your lips. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

    Then you broke into a sprint together. The sound of leather combat soles slapping the marble floor reverberated with you the entire way as the three of you snaked along halls that you pictured in your head. Jisoo’s blueprints were surprisingly coherent and accurate, and you turned a corner, aching to be free of this place. The service entrance was in sight.

    A figure darted into view. A target painted on your chest. The first round struck your vest, but the power behind it was enough to knock the wind from your lungs. You nearly tripped and fell at the shock and fear that riddled you. The second gunshot hurt a lot worse.

    A series of rapid reports deafened your ears, a cacophony in the small hallway. Time slowed, your legs sluggish. God, could you run any slower? Suddenly, you didn’t want to anymore. Before you, the omitted guard crumpled to the ground, red leaking onto the floor. Was that blood? A shocking amount. You wish you hadn’t looked down, but you did, and as you passed over his prone body, you saw the light of the scones reflecting in dead eyes.

    Dead.

    The air inside had been so heavy and thick that when you rushed out into the night, it was like a completely different climate. You breathed deeply, thankful for the fresh air, but your breath only went so far before stopping short. It came back out in a rush of pain, a gasping grimace, your free hand flying up to your shoulder, and when you pulled your fingers away, you saw them coated in sticky crimson.

    “Shit!” Rosé spat, a tender hand on your arm as she forced you to face her. Acknowledging it only made it hurt worse, and you felt tears spring to your eyes. In pain? In fear? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t the worst of it just yet. Between the adrenaline and the pressure to conform to your duty, to complete your task, the predicament sat patiently at bay. At any second, it would cripple you. For now, you were still standing.

    “We have to go!” Lisa snapped, already jogging down the alley, thick soled boots kicking debris. In the background sat a nondescript car you knew to hold Jennie and Jisoo, waiting for you. Rosé’s hand never left your elbow as you ran. You didn’t need the support, but you definitely wanted it.

    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he would be there!” Jisoo apologized the moment you had stepped foot inside the cabin. There were tears in her eyes, a lip quivering. You couldn’t hear the rest of what she had to say, a ringing beginning in the back of your skull. Jennie peeled off, the momentum throwing you against the back of your seat, tires screeching. Rosé was quick to yank down your zipper to open your hoodie, and stretched the collar of your shirt to the side. The gasp that came didn’t make you feel any better about the damage, and you counted your breaths again to make sure you didn’t start hyperventilating.

    “The bullet went right through you,” Rosé reported, ripping off her mask now. Seeing her naked face expressed all the concern she was feeling for you. “All we have to do is close up the wound. I can do that for you once we’re clear.”

    Jisoo was still wound around in her front seat, gaping in horror at your shoulder. It was evident the guilt she felt, written on her features, and while you didn’t feel the slightest bit of anger to blame her with, it didn’t help your panic. Your teeth grit together, warding off whatever you felt building up inside, when Lisa spoke.

    “We’re being followed.” Her voice, even without the distortor, sounded hollow. It occurred to you then that she was the one who shot the guard in retaliation. Not once, or twice, or even three times. The amount of gunfire you heard couldn’t be numbered, and wouldn’t be until the autopsy.

    It broke her stare, and Jisoo turned back around in her seat to glance through a couple pages. A finger pressed on her earpiece. After a few seconds, her voice returned, eerie. “It’s a squad car. They’re tailing us because they aren’t sure if we’re the right car... they’re calling reinforcements.”

    You sank lower instinctively, wincing at the movement sending lances of pain through your arm. It was already starting. Rosé held a hand over your wound, pressing in a way that made you want to push her off, but knew better. She was staunching the flow. She didn’t care for what was happening around her, only that she was taking care of you. You met her eyes again, and again, she tried to find something in yours. You were too weak to fight it away this time, and her fingers curled possessively over your shoulder, palm still levying the blood.

    Simultaneously, gunfire erupted from behind you and beside you. Glass shattered, raining down on your head in a glistening curtain, just as Rosé dove to cover your body with hers. You could see out of the corner of your eye Lisa, crouched on the cushion backwards, rifle seated on the headrest. Her finger pulled again and again and again on the trigger until tires screamed. At first, you thought it was your car down, the way Jennie whipped to the side abruptly. Instead, a glow of orange whirred past you, a police car skidding off the road into a series of parked cars. You thought you saw it flip, but it was merely a glimpse, and Rosé had yet to remove herself from above you. Lisa sat back down beside you, hands still assuming position on her rifle, and she stared blankly ahead. You couldn’t possibly understand what she was feeling right now.

    It seemed the crash caused a distraction, as no other cars followed you. Jennie sped through the streets, knowing. It felt like hours had passed, but you knew it couldn’t have taken that long. Your perception was warped, and you wondered idly just how much blood you had lost. Rosé's hand was inked in your blood, running down her wrist to beneath her sleeve. It didn’t seem to bother her. Only that you were okay. If her hand wasn’t on your shoulder, you felt like you would have fallen apart.

    When the car slowed, you felt the panic rise in the back of your throat like bile. You weren’t sure what for, but she stopped beneath an overpass, in the shadows of the side of the road. Rosé helped you from your seat, slinging the extra duffel onto her back, while the rest filed out of the car with all their personal effects. At least you had made it this far. And now it was time for the best part. 

    Parked in a Dumpster lot was your next car, ready for the taking. You were in a sketchy part of town, where no one would second guess a random car in some dank alley. It even fit the role, dinged and with tinted windows. A hand now circled your waist for extra support as you approached the vehicle. Jisoo took a set of keys from her pocket, unlocking the passenger side to toss her gear onto the seat. Lisa’s movements were robotic, setting herself on the hood of the car, looking suspicious with her gun out in the open on her lap. Gone was her will to care, as well as the usual light in her eyes. You didn’t know what to say to her to make it better. Lisa wasn’t a murderer. The world would soon think differently.

    Together, you all faced where Jennie still remained beside the original car. From the depths of her backpack, she revealed a weapon of her own. A simple tug of the pin, and she tossed the low-grade grenade into the seats. In the streetlight, you could see your blood smeared on the back cushions. Jennie didn’t bother returning to you at a pace faster than a walk. Her eyes were cast down as she joined you all at the car. No one said anything as you piled inside, and she took off out of the alley, squealing on stagnant drain water. 

    The grenade detonated. You didn’t even flinch as an eruption shook the street like an earthquake. It was a plume of dark smoke, roiling from under the overpass, exuding debris that fell in increments upon the road, striking buildings. The car was demolished, and with it, any traces of your crime.

    All eyes were on the rearview mirror.