#👈🏾 is that what its called

[undermine-the-instinct]

Who is this

Eh I'm in a deep trouble, ain't I?

[allfearstofallto]

saw yr posts abt submissive yanderes, and hear me out, tartaglia. i mean this from the bottom of my heart he is the one that wants you to do things to him, and while that’s not exactly submission i think it’s close enough?

just… in my mind he wants anything you’ll give him, he’ll give his body up to you, even if you punch and kick him, he takes it, sure he’d rather you treat him the way he would (does?) you, but any touch you give makes him feel like a wild animal.

tartaglia, who just needs you. idek i’m losing my train of thought 🙏

I don't think it's exactly what you wanted, but I got carried away and wrote masochist Childe👉🏾👈🏾. I hope that's okay!!! Personally, as a woman who loves femdom, it felt so good to write this though!! It was like I was going back to my roots.

TW: NSF.W Yandere themes, BDSM (bondage, sadism/masochism), violence, nipple play, unprotected sex, finishing inside, dub-con, overstimulation(?), choking

“Hurt me more,” he cooed while looking up at you with big, eyes full of anticipation. Drool leaking from his lips, his cheek was already red and warm from your stinging slap across it, “C’mon, I know you hate me. Now's your chance to treat me like you do.” He'd goad you with that same smug, smirk on his face.

Childe's big strong arms were tied with a rope to the headboard. The material was tight, digging into the flesh of his wrist anytime he'd struggle against them. But despite the aching pain you could imagine he was feeling, he showed a face of hunger, of desire for more.

His cock, large and twitching, was strained against his boxers, begging to be let free from its confines. When you brought another rough slap down across his cheek, you watched it twitch and leak and darken that already deep fabric with his precum, while he trembled with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

He'd grind his hips up, wanting you to free his aching dick, but you never did. You knew he could cum without it and he did too. Your hand would slide up his chiseled stomach, his body was always slightly colder than what it was supposed to be, and you squeezed one of his pink nipples between your finger tips. As hard as you could. Squeezing and twisting until your hand shook.

Lips clenched together, he muffled his own moans. His cock twitched in his underwear a few more times, the head of it rubbing against the precum he'd already spilled on his boxers .He came like that, the many shots of his semen continuing to soak the cloth until it began to drip down his cock again.

When he stilled from his orgasm, his body still twitching, he smiled at you lovingly. All the disgust you felt towards him still there, you'd turn away without a word.

You never took yourself to be much of a sadist, the idea of it being like a whisper of the night, never being brought to the day, but that was before Childe took you. Locked away in his home, falling victim to his torture that he called love, you felt animosity towards him grow. That animosity would turn into violent fits of rage, ones that he never took seriously. There was no way you could actually hurt a harbinger, especially without a vision, but that didn't stop you from trying. And one fateful day, you actually managed to connect a punch to his jaw.

It was your first time ever punching someone and felt more like you were hitting a brick wall than a person. You shook your sore hand out, immediately regretting what you'd done for the pain it caused you instead. But Childe stood there stiff, a little bruise forming on the side of his face. His eyes had rolled back, body beginning to shutter. His mouth agape, he let out a soft, low moan. You were going to tell him to stop joking around, that he wasn't funny, until he dropped to his knees in front of you, a wet patch forming on the front of his pants. Childe had cum just from your little act of violence.

While he loved the art of fighting. The rush that ending another life gave him, the way his body felt while he was throwing punches, it was an unmatchable adrenaline rush, he never knew he was one for pain. Pain from your hands felt different. It felt pleasurable. A familiar stinging followed by tingles that shot through his body. Only you could do that to him.

“You're incredible, my angel,” he moaned while kissing up your thighs, wanting to do more with this new found knowledge of his.

He had you laid back on the bed, pounding into your tender cunt with little mercy. Each long stroke of his cock made your toes curl from the unwanted pleasure of him hitting your insides. Your legs on his hips, you squeezed the sheets for leverage as you begged for him to stop, or at the very least slow down. He was going to fast, too drunk and clumsy from the satisfaction your dripping pussy was giving him.

Childe’s large hand engulfed your wrist, a feeling you were familiar with. Instead of holding you in place so he could fuck you deeper into the mattress with less struggle from you like you thought he would, he lifted it up and placed your palm to his neck.

“Make me,” he growled, lust clouding his eyes. Uncertainty caused you to tremble for a moment before you realized that this was Childe, nothing you could do could actually hurt him. He was asking for it, even going as far as to lift your legs higher, to thrust into you deeper, to make you try to stop him more.

You squeezed that muscled throat, choking him with the hope that he might actually die, but knowing better. He loved it, his already obnoxious moans were even louder than before. His thrusts felt even more rough, hips slapping against yours as you actually felt yourself growing a little aroused from this and he noticed too. A smirk on his face as he struggled to inhale, but still fucking you at that same brutal pace with those same deep, strokes.

He strained to speak as he tried to tell you he was cumming, his mouth just opening and closing, drooling down his chin. Childe forced his cock balls deep inside of you, going so deep with his length it almost felt uncomfortable. He began to cum, dick twitching like mad against your walls. Soft whimpers and groans would drop from his lips as you didn't let go of him, only squeezing his throat tighter.

His cock didn't get the chance to soften, he stayed hard as he started slow, shallow thrusts into your pussy again. The mixture of the pain of overstimulation and lack of air from your choking has him convulsing, but he didn't pull out, using his own cum as lube.

“Ah…hah…just say you want to milk me dry, my love, I'll keep going,” he managed to grunt through tears, his orange hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

[spacedlexi]

So I was rewatching berleezy's twd s4 and someone in the comments said it was interesting that Clementine (determinately) can believe there's no life inside of walkers when her parents were found together and they were assumably walkers for those 6 months she and lee were together. Meaning they could've wandered off and separated but they were found together after all that time. (It's more than likely for plot but it's still an interesting point) Thoughts on that? Also any headcanons on her parents? (Or art 🥺👉🏾👈🏾) have you watched berleezy's playthrough???

well walker tenn still does the hand thing. and you could apply that idea to clems parents still standing together after all that time. maybe some deep part of them compels them to move that way, to stay close to those people. what made them Them is still in there somewhere even if theyre gone. its something S4 Wants you to think about. is there really Nothing left of who they were once theyve turned? i think there is. on some level. the person may be gone, but some part of them still remains

i like that since they do the "humans are the real monsters" thing that every zombie thing does (which ultimately i feel is what zombie media is About (plus our capacity for love and community. great love and great evil)) they leaned into that idea of well if the zombies arent the real monsters then what are they? theyre just their own thing. any creature just trying to survive, even if theyre dangerous. once they were a person who lived a life and had people who loved them. and now theyre This. i joke when i call james the neighborhood cat lady but like... yeah. S4 is very explicitly about what makes someone a "monster". willing to do evil things (or willing to stop doing them) and at what point there is no return, and when you have to let go of them. but does that not also apply to the walkers? there is no return for them either, and you still have to let go (or die with them), no matter how much of who they were is still in there somewhere

S4 is very philosophical about its themes and wants You to come to a conclusion on the ideas its presenting to you. it Is a choice game after all. i do believe walkers are walkers. but that doesnt mean there isnt still a part of who they were in there somewhere. both can be true

and yes i watched berleezy cuz he was the only one i could find who actually liked vi and her romance 😭 (and who didnt not save her/get her killed). so many people were so apathetic or weird with her while still choosing to romance her i couldnt take it anymore WHERE IS THE ENERGY?? his reaction to vi shooting minnie is the reaction you Should be having in that scene. thats how i get every time i see it 😩

[canyouiimagine]

DO I WANNA KNOW ? | CL16 x Black! Reader

PART 1

Masterlist

✧ Paring: CEO! Charles Leclerc x CEO black!reader

✧ Warning: Mentions of cheating, no smut but some sexual tension.

✧ Summary: How far is Mr. Leclerc willing to go to get you.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: This was actually about someone else but I thought why not use Charles for this 👀. Also, English is not my first language so 👉🏾👈🏾.

It had been five years since the last time you were here.

Nothing had changed much. The same African Blackwood walls, the same wood flooring. The same lingering perfume in the halls. His perfume.

“Mr. Leclerc is ready to see you.” The receptionist told you. Five years ago, you were at her place. Which is how you knew that Mr. Leclerc enjoys coming to get his guests in Person. Matter of fact, you remember him getting angry more than once when guests were sent to his office instead of him being called to come and greet them. Sure, anything could change in 5 years, but you knew more than anyone that Mr. Leclerc was a creature of habit and that he would not be so quick to change something he had been practicing long before you even worked for him. You also knew that he was doing all of this to rile you up.

You got up and followed the receptionist towards the oh so familiar door of Leclerc’s office.

You entered and there he stood before you. Mr. Charles Leclerc in all his glory. The same luscious hair that you longed to run your fingers through. The same well-tailored suit. The same expensive Tom Ford perfume. And the same smile. A smile that used to make your day. A smile that you felt like belonged to you, and only you.

“Miss Y/L/N! I’m glad you could find the time to see me! I know you’re very busy these days.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think his comment was genuine. But you had gotten to know him like the back of your hand. Mr. Leclerc was used to always getting what he wanted. He wanted to see you, and he made sure you had no other choice but to come to him.

“As you said, I’m very busy these days so let’s just get straight to the point. What do you want?”

He wasn’t taken aback by your rude response. He just smiled and motioned for you to sit down while he made his way around his desk to do the same.

“Leclerc has been looking into expending its horizons to fashion.” He started. But you knew better. While it is true that Leclerc was a group of the diverse ventures, the billion-euro transnational had never shown the slightest interest in anything fashion related, or in selling goods in general. Matter of fact, his family would probably have a meltdown if they knew about this. If they knew what he was willing to do to get close to you. “There are additional millions in turnover that we aren’t making by neglecting the fashion industry.”

“There are more than a hundred fashion brands to choose from in this country alone. So why go after mine?”

“There might be as many as you say but no other independent brand has your numbers, Miss Y/L/N.” He said to and smirked.

He knew how to talk himself way out of any questioning, and this was no exception. Your company was doing well, that is true. Some might even say it was doing better than most. He knew you couldn’t argue him on that. But as you said earlier, Charles is a man that knows how to get what he wants, and if your company was what he wanted, he would have just gone for it. Instead, he had gotten a formal acquision proposal sent to your office adding that if you did not agree to a meeting, he would resort to buying up company shares until you would be left with nothing.

“If my company was really what you wanted, you wouldn’t go out of your way to threaten me with a meeting Charles. What do you actually want?”

He was no longer smiling.

“Come here Y/N.” You couldn’t help myself. You did exactly as he said and made your way to stand before him. He looked you up and down and the smile that he adorned earlier was back.

You dressed up for him and he knew it.

“Sit down.” You didn’t need to ask where, you already knew “where you belonged”. It felt like a repeat that night. Except today you would be standing your ground. Today, you wouldn’t be falling for his lies. Your face hardened.

“The proposal for the acquisition better be withdrawn by tomorrow, Lee.” You said with a cold tone, before turning around to leave.

“We really did divorce Y/N.” There he went again with his lies. His comment had made you stop but you quickly regained your composure and left.

Charles was a married man. Something you wish someone had told you before you fell for him.

Hope you enjoyed it 🥹💖

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[tododeku-or-bust]

international/western kpop fans especially white ones loveee to act like they know jack shit abt black culture or how the kpop industry clearly capitalized on its image and sound, "but it's for koreans!!" like yeah... that's the whole point... it was just black culture repackaged to be palatable for the korean media. stuff like what yoongi did is vile... it's why im rarely in fan spaces anymore, you can't acknowledge it whatsoever or you're js an anti who's jealous!!! like omg... ur favs r not all that, babe

🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ this idea that these idols don't have production teams that are aware of these cultural overlaps and influences is hilarious. Like I said, the entirety of modern kpop's sound is rooted in early 2000s Black American pop. Every dance routine Taemin does screams "I yearn to be Michael Jackson". That's why I like listening to kpop, it reminds me of that era of sound; the Usher, Chris Brown, Omarion, Boys II Men, New Edition, Michael Jackson, the Jackson 5, and on influence. Even the white boy bands and pop artists here were influenced by our sound; Justin Timberlake is a major example. Growl by EXO is clearly influenced by No Diggity by Blackstreet. There are soundbytes and adlibs in Regular by NCT 127 that I can put to multiple raps and rappers. GOT7's Call Out My Name has funk influences and guess who came up with funk? (Hint. 🖐🏾👈🏾)

And again, I love kpop. But what we're not gonna do is act like you can pull from my culture's influence but then claim you don't have to think about insulting my culture. And another again.... He did that shit on purpose lmao. They could have "playfully sparred" without that line delivery. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[papirouge]

Candace owens spent *years* accepting and working under a zionist (Shapiro), attacking everyone and everything, but only NOW she spoke against his support for Israel and wants sympathy from everyone because she got fired

The only reason I think is because recently Andrew T has been supportive of her a lot so she would probably jump on his bandwagon soon for money. Which makes no sense since her husband is supposedly a millionaire, she doesn’t like working mothers in general and believes in a trad family unit but will not stop working outside of the house despite having young kids. Does her husband not work? Are her kids being raised by nannies? She makes no sense

I watched her interview in the Breakfast Club and I couldn't help but shake my head thinking "there's no way this woman would've gone there if she didn't fall from White conservatives good graces". The BC is a popular radio show among the Black American community so this move screamed "pls Black people, take me (back) 🥺👉🏾👈🏾". Candace is not stupid - she knew what she was doing.

When Charlemagne asked her about the White Lives Matter tee stunt she simply said "I wore this tee because White Lives Matter 🤷🏾‍♀️" AS IF THAT WAS NOT EXACTLY WHAT BLACK PEOPLE SAID ABOUT BLACK LIVES MATTER AND YET IT DIDN'T STOP THOSE WHITE CONSERVATIVES CANDACE HAS BEEN SHILLING FOR YEARS TO BITCH ON THAT STATEMENT ?? She hides behind the "BLM is a money laundering scheme and there's no way Black people would be supported by mainstream medias and big corporation like that" as if it was a rational explanation to why White conservatives freaked out at Black people simply saying their life mattered.

I absolutely do not buy her narrative that the criticism of BLM came from a place of benevolence or genuine concern for the Black community. They didn't behave this way because the movement was money laundering scheme that would eventually be tokenized - FROM THE START White conservatives got mad at BLM for simply centering Black lives, and *this* was enough for them to call it an "anti White" statement. Besides, if their criticism of BLM was truly about protecting Black lives from gross corporate tokenization, Conservatives wouldn't be so hellbent to prove those dead Black people actually deserved it. I will never understand the brainrot of thinking the purpose of the police was to kill - even bad people. I know the USA is shitty country but in civilized country the police is supposed to catch and then drag people before the justice. When it kills an offender it's considered as a FAILURE. Killing ≠ justice. But USAmericans are way too barbaric and violent to grasp that. (and that's also why so also why American "Christian" wrongfully link death penalty to justice when Christianity condemns murder and asserts repentance as the real tool of God given righteousness)

So Candace can keep it with her BS excuses. I'm mad that neither of the host clocked her hypocrisy off but it's not like Charlemagne or Jessy Hilarious were the most qualified people, in terms of challenging guests intellectually....

And yeah, Candace is the typical "do as I say, not as I do" because she keeps dunking on feminism while she's basically the man in her marriage. She's the one constantly on the spotlight. Her husband did a YouTube interview lately and its title is "being Candace Owens husband" 💀 and in the thumbnail Candace face took the entire place front & center...and her husband's is like at the bottom corner lmao nobody knows dude by his name!! they need to drag Candace name to bring clicks!! isn't that embarrassing? lol

Candace went from being a leftist SJW to a rightoid SJW. She really didn't progress on that aspect. There's nothing less traditional than being a activist as a woman. Just because she's not a feminist doesn't mean she, by her status, does not go against traditional gender roles. And that's something many conservatives fail to understand. If it was about keeping gender roles, they wouldn't be so eager to elevate women to mouthpiece status (notably to bash feminism). Tradition is all about letting women embrace their softness, nurture and create - not jumping in the wolf arena to blurp political propaganda on social media 24/7. Politics is one of the most male oriented profession field. You can't be a politician/political commentator without having a very dominant male energy. So Candace being critical of feminism comes off as an absolute joke, because feminism (that enabled women to break gender norms) is what made her happen - whether she like it or not.

If she truly stuck to her word, she would've put down the cape & retired after her marriage. She had 2 kids but homegirl is still running left and right to host talk shows, crowdfund money, attend political meetings, etc. WHEN IS SHE AT HOME. HER KIDS NEED HER.

Isn't her husband milllionnaire? Why doesn't he provide?? Why doesn't she soften up her act, FINALLY embrace her traditional soft feminity and stop being a political warrior?? ...Sorry but her storytelling ain't mathing - at All.

And I'm absolutely not surprised to see Andrew Tate defend her. She made this very partisan interview of him (that's why any person saying she's lOgiCal and unbiased is an idiot) and I guess he feels like he owes her. Having such a proeminent female figure defend him is definitely an asset he's going to capitalize off as much as he can. She did the same with Kanye until he shoved her under the bus and made his techouva to the Jewish community ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ this woman never learns....

And that's what tell me, from one Black woman to another, Candace never managed to deconstruct her male identification - which is particularly strong with Black women. We are rised to defend and worship Black men, because of slavery, racism, etc. (that's why I'm glad I grew up surrounded by women bc I got sparred from having to look up for males lol)

[eldrichthingy]

9, 13, and 28!!

Hello!! Thank you so much for sending me an ask and killing my boredom, I really appreciate it 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 💕 I love you sm!! And I hope you're having a wonderful time of the day!

9 - happy song?

Uhh.. it's really hard for me to actually determine what the "happy" here means and my brain is really confused, but! If it's about upbeat songs (but with interesting lyrics and meaning, skjjs) it's definitely Choke — IDKHBTF (IT'S SO AGGRESSIVE I LOVE IT AND THE WAY IT SOUNDS WITH THIS INSTRUMENTAL????)!! Or Obsessed with you — The Orion Experience

If it's about meaning.. idk?? Maybe Фотограф - Электрофорез?? Or! Frank Sinatra's almost whole discography, but especially his Christmas songs??

13 - memory?

I think... I have a lot of memories I could call my favorite, and one of the most powerful memories of my whole life is the moment when my family got a dog. To put in really shortly: I was an extremely depressed teen that just moved to different country due to my grandma's illness & had a really horrible time trying to fit in. The moment is when me & my mom were having a train to countryside, I guess you could say?.. to go to that specific dog shelter and adopt a really precious puppy our family already loved. It was early winter morning when we got on a train and everything was covered with snow; it was like.. nearly -30 Celsius outside? It was truly magical. When we got there, it was very cold and sunny. The moment when we first met the puppy... I just- I feel like she choose us? She wasn't scared at all and it seemed like she almost.. recognized us? We were literally playing in a snow when we got out. It was a moment when my loneliness was officially over and I had an understanding that I'm not alone and that there's a reason to stay. When we were taking train back, we just- my mom was so fascinated with her. And so was I. We wasn't thinking about anything else because the happiness was truly overwhelming :') just hysterically laughing & crying from happiness and periodically looking at the window, seeing forests train was passing through. By the way, that's why the name of our dog is Снежинка (snowflake)!! Now I really miss her. She lives with my parents, a 5 or so hours away from me and I really, really miss my parent's home. I visit them once a few months and honestly... I just really miss our dog. She'll be seven years this October :') I'm just.. very anxious and scared of public places & trains & train stations especially (thanks OCD), which is the reason why it's so difficult for me to visit them.

I'm so sorry for lack of emotion in that description, but it's just- really personal and my memory of that time is extremely triggering to me and very personal. I feel like crying afterwards honestly- I just miss her so much.

28 - superhero?

PLEASE DON'T LAUGH AT ME. PLEASE. I know!! I just.. I don't consume media related to superheroes theme or something like that? I've never watched a single Marvel movie skjjs I APOLOGIZE 😭😭 And more into villains honesly. But! I think it's Black Panther?? I never watched a movie or read comics, its just from my impression from media- maybe... Miles Morales (Spiderman)???? GWEN?? I'm very confused with this because I never watched any of those, I just- I'm just loving the lore explaining videos & random content about it on my dash :')

[chuulyssa]

YOURE BEASTZAI BIRTHDAY HC WERE SO SOFT AND CUTEEEE OMGG, ALSO HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO THAT ANON WHO SENT IT IN(do you think you can put out some beastChuu crumbs too….? 👉🏾👈🏾 he’s so sad but in a hot way and i wanna cherish him)

i broke down thrice writing this i love this man he deserves everything

play: state of grace + begin again by taylor swift

BEAST!CHUUYA is a lonely man. he doesn't have friends in the mafia, nor any outside. all he has in his life is the vow to forever protect his boss, dazai - perhaps his only connection to another human.

but then he meets you all of a sudden, and, what? you want to talk to him? you want to be with him? you want to love him? how? how can you love someone like him? he's a mess, he's fucked in the head. everybody says that. why do you trust him so much? he doesn't understand at all.

BEAST!CHUUYA is confused, but shuts up and nods along to whatever you're saying. it's your 6th date already, and here you are, sitting in the most gorgeous dress in a fully booked restaurant. just the two of you together.

he's startled. how did it lead to this? one second he's in the restaurant, the other he's in your arms on his couch. he doesn't know why you're willing to fix him, to give him hope. all love does is break in the end anyway. but he shuts up again, and hums and closes his eyes.

BEAST!CHUUYA who knows you being with him will ultimately hurt you in the end. he's known it all along, he just thought you'd realize it sooner. but you didn't. you continue to cling onto him when he gets back from dangerous missions, you continue to pull him up to dance around the kitchen to imaginary melodies, you continue to love him like you don't see the consequences.

maybe you did, but you chose to ignore that. that's stupid, he thought. but then he feels your breath on his neck, and his brain short-circuits again. it's stupid, stupid but he likes it.

BEAST!CHUUYA who starts to show some more emotion. he's started smiling, he's started laughing, he's even started giggling and blushing like a teen with a crush. it perplexes his subordinates to see him this way, and all they can think of is the mighty chuuya nakahara has found his achilles heel, but he pays them no mind.

around you, he's even more human. he's pouting like a child. he's puffing his cheeks and throwing tantrums when you don't give him kisses. he's sulking behind your shoulder when you don't give him enough attention. they call you his weak spot, but he thinks you make him stronger, more soulful.

BEAST!CHUUYA who has a secretly calendar for every date you've been on. he marks it with little bows indicating the colour of the dress you wore that day. when he goes to the shop to buy pink coquette-coded bows, he earns a few horrified glances - perhaps because of his mafia attire - but he merely smiles back at them.

he has his notes app filled with a record of things you like. there are files like food, restaurants, hobbies, date ideas, pets, and so much more. chuuya hopes its not too weird to be this love-struck, but he also hopes its enough to know only so much about you.

BEAST!CHUUYA who is delighted when you laugh at his jokes which no one else seems to understand. when you vibe along to his favourite songs which no one else seems to like.

the things you're doing to him, he thinks you mean it when you say you love him. but, after all, who'd love him? he does not even care anymore. he can protect you if there's danger. he wants to be careless, free, for once. and so one day, he says it back. he loves you too.

[cato-of-blamesociety]

32 Weeks Tracklist/Song Picks pt. 4 (weeks 25-31)

How/Why did I choose/chose to use the songs I did

*Full breakdown, updated in real time(weekly)*

25. Mood 4 Eva x Beyonce ft. Jay-Z, Childish Gambino, Oumou Sangare

Yooo!! We have arrived to the final videos of the project. I don’t know how you feel, I hope that you feel…well idk understood?? If you are of my flesh and blood family, I hope you feel heard, validated, celebrated, and overall loved. If you are a follower, I hope you feel connected to me and my work. If you are a person who just happened to stumble upon this…(yeah right), but if so 😉, I hope you visit, and revisit all the aspects of this project and find that you are just like me; human AF!! I had to do one for my mama y'all. So this will sort of a shout out to film by Beyoncé, “Black is King”. Now for those that don’t know, or haven’t had a chance, the movie is basically like it’s own telling of “The Lion King” but with amazing colors, outfits, nod to spirituality, highlights of life, and more. I fell in love with the story/narrative that we are “Simba” finding our way, and even though we get lost, our ancestors, loved ones, and elders are guiding us, covering us, and wishing the best for us. On a another level, I view it as Beyoncé's love letter to her son, but I also interpret it as a metaphor that the Divine Black Goddess(not Beyoncé) but the spirit of life/love/nurture/nature, BIG feminine energy is here for me and always has been. Each visual has amazing imagery, and the music is phenomenal. The African artists, and influences make the album feel like its our DNA. With that being said, I knew after writing to “Cuff It”, I would return to another Beyoncé track. I was leaning towards something off "Renaissance", "EVERYTHING IS LOVE", or "The Gift". "Renaissance" had so many picks, but really, none that I really attached to, and could write something meaningful. "EVERYTHING IS LOVE", well….actually, never mind that for now. We will be back to talk about it in about 5 more posts (I really didn’t think I was going write to anything on that album). “The Gift” had so many bangers. Initially I attempted to create something to “BIGGER”. The actually song moves me to tears when I think about; how much my wife does, and more recently, how I’m endlessly exhausted being in this process. I hummed some sh*t, but nothing actually stuck. “Find Your Way Back” was another that I could freestyle to, but nothing that I thought I use for #32weeksMixtape. OMG…”Already”!!?? I couldn’t…I just couldn’t disrespect that mf like that haha. “Waters”, “My Power”, and “Scar” are all inviting but for whatever reason, “Mood 4Eva” just felt more like me. As soon as I gave myself to idea of it, the words came to me. I knew it would be about my amazing mother. She has gotten even more full of grace over the years, more understanding, and I would dare say, more loving. Anyway, Mama, I highly doubt you will ever see this, but I want to say it again just in case. I love you so much. I sincerely appreciate your guidance, your light, and commitments to the development of your children.

26. Calling x Metro Boomin ft. Swae Lee, NAV, A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Sooo, just a reminder and to avoid redundancies, please 👉🏾check out the blog posts for weeks 17-24, specifically week22👈🏾 to get background info on my search throughout the "METRO BOOMIN PRESENTS SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SOUNDTRACK". I want to jump right in. "Calling" was written after my youngest sister, Neisha, confided in me about a dilemma. I want to say(can't remember for certain) she was very embarrassed or at least wanted to keep that dilemma confidential. I thought based on prior info, that the situation had changed for her, but basically she made it known that it never did. I wanted her and my other sister, Deonna, that I was one that can always be trusted with any info, because I know the value of being that special ear, and heart for others. That's really what the track is about. The original line opening the verse was; "I'm your brother, your motherf*cking brother...' but I felt that was too aggressive and since it was a spider track, I wanted my children to be able to hear it. When I say, "I truly get it, I get to my core..." it's a reference to understanding how hard it can be to tell the people we love the most, the truth about who we are. For me, it was telling my mom after over 20years of going to church, that I no longer believed /followed Christianity. It was big deal for Mama. She thought she did something wrong but as a person who is seeking truth, and wanting to find freedom in this life, my beliefs and journey took me down a different path. The line about wearing a mask to cover shame...whew chile!! That one carries so much weight. Shame is something we all try to avoid, and as a fellow(rather former) mask wearer, I know when people have those barriers up. We think they protect us(THEY DON'T), but really embracing that shame, or confronting it(by being open, honest, and vulnerable) we learn to let it go. When we let shame go, we become stronger. Gwen Stacy takes off her mask(honest, confronts shame) and it literally saved her and her father's life! As a person who is trying to become a better version of themselves, I recognize that it takes time for folks to attain that level of honesty. Sh*t, there are things I still need time for as well. I think I touch on this in the video description, but, I wanted the video to show Peter B. Parker as the 'brother'. Gwen bonded with him and Miles (and the other spider people) in the previous movie. Peter is the OG, who taught Miles, but in the end, learned from him. He becomes a father, he is a great friend( to even Miguel, who is obviously hurt in ways that can't be seen) and overall when Peter enters the room, you feel the sigh of comedic relief. I see myself as Peter and my sisters as Gwen. Peep the video where I say "I'm the one that you can trust" and it's a quick reminder that Peter has felt the same way Gwen does. At the end of the film, Gwen appears outside of Peter's window...she is literally "Calling" him for help. Deonna and Deneisha, if you see this, I hope you know you can call me WHENEVER, for WHATEVER! I hope you enjoy the visuals and the song!!

27. Rebuke x KAYTRAMINÉ

Ok, so I will attempt to keep this one brief! Going back to phase 1, I lay out how Kaytranada was new to me(week5). Well after writing to "Grey Area", I knew I wanted to use another Kaytranada instrumental. The issue was, I didn't know where to go. I put it on the back burner...and then..some time went by and I find out that Kay and Aminé teamed up for a collaboration album; self-entitled: "KAYTRAMINÉ". Aminé is cold in so many ways. For me, I think his voice and the way is vocals come out to crispy clean get me each time. One of my favorite tracks he did was "Invincible" for the "Into the Spiderverse" Soundtrack. When that song comes on, and I am actively listening...I get goosebumps and teary eyed as f*ck. Needless to say, a full album by him and Kay had me amped. Even the first track "Who He Iz" comes in hot. Kay's production is so catchy, but makes you move, but is always f*cking weird...idk how to describe it. I just know I love it. "letstalkaboutit" is another one that I had on repeat...lets see; here is the last of my favs: "Westside", "Master P", "UGH UGH", and of course "Rebuke". I think "Rebuke" stuck with me due to its lightness. I originally had been in a place (while writing #32weeksMixtape) where I wanted to write more about my wife and I's relationship. That verse ended up in week 17: "Don't Let The Devil". The original opening lines to "Rebuke" were "Giving up? I refuse/I'm not enough? I rebuke/Letting in those types of thoughts will only sink the cruise". I go on a run about the Rugrats movie, Tom(Tommy) Crusie/Nicole Kidman and religion...and then compare our relationship to Bey and Jay....Then something at work or life in general wasn't moving as planned and I really needed to talk to my homies. I outline in the description of "Rebuke | remix" video how for a week no one I contacted picked up, called back, or responded to my texts. I know that seems dramatic, but literally I took that feeling and began writing what now is Week 27; "I been trying to keep a plus sign, but these minuses keep adding up..." Side note: During the process of recording #32weeksMixtape I did have strep. I want to say that's when this verse was written. You can hear the strain/change in my voice on week 20: "RUN | remix". This verse was so much fun. The singing of "f*ck you" just has so much power in it lol. Anyway I hope you enjoy! I hope that the video gets remixed and memed up.

28. Wings x Mac Miller

Before I starting typing this week's blog post, I wanted to go back and revisit week 9's post first. Week 9's message, the song and the post, are fairly identical to this one. At this point you should know I am a big fan of Mac's and still bump is music on a healthy rotation. I mentioned before that "Faces" was very cringy for me but has become sort of a pacifier for my panic attacks of being overwhelmed in this process; seemingly not receiving any recognition for the work/effort/time/vulnerability I put in this project. The intro to "It just doesn't Matter", which is Bill Murray's monologue from the movie Meatballs, makes be tear up each time. The idea that I can do all this work and possibly reach that level of satisfaction I have been searching for (finding financial freedom from the music I create), or remain a broke artist that no one cares about...doesn't even matter. It really has become my mantra when I feel myself judging myself for not getting enough likes/listens/views/f*cking attention for a post or track! "Cato," I tell myself, "none of this sh*t matters anyway!". I then... and please understand this literally happened on the day I released week 28(1/18/24)...write a post on here reminding myself that I am my favorite rapper and that is a huge accomplishment. I then threw on my visuals on my tv and watch the beautiful work I had took time to create. I cried...like ugly cried. But it felt so good to remember what I have done so far. Today(1/19/24), sitting in my car before walking into work, I record a message reminding *myself* that I am dope, and that the validation is from within, not external (added to the aforementioned post). Y'all, I had to release that negative burden! Let me tell you why. Again, 28 was written to remind the homies that them not helping me out/supporting(which is all perceived through my own perspective making this feeling a distorted thought; who knows how they were actually supporting/helping me?) and that I was at the point to say "If you don't/won't/can't be here with me, for whatever reason...i am ok with it. I won't push you, I won't argue, I won't beg. Like I get it, you have other priorities." Soooo...as you recall, week 9 drops, and leading up to that release P passes. I had agreed to continue my project because I know he would appreciate the work. P understood my craft, he knew how dope of a writer I am, just like I know how dope he is. I made it a mission that when I hit week 28, I would dedicate to him. It only makes sense because once he died, that mf song sounded like I wrote it on his personal behalf. So with all that mind, I used as much footage as I could find/that I had/and others sent me. I f*cking cry while putting it all together. I post it, and...wow, crickets! I felt like on social media especially, I wasn't getting any digital love. I thought for sure that this video and subsequent snippets, because of its sentiment would at at least attract more attention because his family and friends would want to see it...right? 🤷🏾‍♂️ At this moment, I was wrong. So back to "It just doesn't matter". I froze in my tracks(1/18/24) and remembered that my brother appreciates this and that's who it was made for. That's when I re-watched my prior videos, starting with week 28. I can get swept up in the addictive feeling of being validated through social media just like the next person. Today, I know to feel what I need to, but then get my ego/pride/self out of the way. I told myself I will not drop another teaser for this video....at least for awhile, so that I can be sure my selfishness of wanting to be recognized as an artist doesn't take away from the fact that a man has died and his family/friends will never be the same. P, I love you. I'm sorry that my hat didn't come soon enough for me to wear it at your ceremony like we talked about. I wore it in the video for you. ~LLP🕊💙💙

29. 2010 x Earl Sweatshirt

So, spoiler alert (not really) I am fairly new to Earl. I never got on board with Odd Future back in the day. I didn't understand the vibe, and felt they were too weird. So far, I regret that narrow-mindedness because I mess with Tyler for real now, and I have (listened to The Internet, Steve Lacy, and Frank Ocean) and realized I missed an era. &lt;;<I just watched "Oldie" and now I get it. That last verse sums it up>> Either way, my intro to Earl I believe came from Mac Miller's Watching Movies. Earl is featured on "I'm Not Real"(one of my favs from that album). I then heard "Wool" I think slide across my Spotify when I had Vince Staples on random. For some reason Earl's line about " Fifties in my pocket falling out like fucking baby teeth..." had me hooked. Earl's feature on Faces: New Faces v2 is what really had me feeling like I needed to check him out seriously. The homie Brandon was also invested in my Earl education. I believe that during the #32weeksMixtape writing era, I did actually vibe through "Sick!". I don't think I had any issues with it. Earl's flow is so strange to me. It lowkey reminds me how Nas' skills are. You think they are going to rhyme a certain way, but then the bar is syncopated, or the rhyme/word you thought they would use doesn't come immediately, or at all! Earl even has this, almost slur type of delivery that I did have to get accustomed too. I got into Frank Ocean about a year and a half ago (I know...leave me alone) and that was hugely due to Dissect Podcast that I have mentioned before. Anyway, the host goes into detail about Earl's perfectly delivered verse on "Super Rich Kids". This was another reminder that I needed to check him out. Back to Sick!, On the Podcast...I can't remember which episode, it could be in the Mac Miller (s9) when they breakdown "2009". They tell the listeners that Earl and other friends of Mac's had made songs in the same manner as 2009. Earl's was 2010. SICK! by itself is fire but given the reason behind the track, and the challenge of attempting to rhyme on a weird Earl beat fired me up to write to 2010. This one is special to me, and I know I say that about all the songs on 32weeks, but this was another one I played for Paris that last day I saw him. He was f*cking with it. I had fun coming up with the string of metaphors...and my favorite one is the lines about going to outer space. I start it off with "on a rocket ship.." heading to build a colony...which is my way of saying B.L.A.M.E. will be what I said it would be. I then relay that to setting a table and even though you may not be here with me right now, it's ok if you join later..."I will save some space for you..." This line really is for Tyson. He really doesn't/didn't believe after all the times I told him, I want him apart of the movement. Take ya time, I have a place for you, and a plate for you [at the table]. "Imma add another leaf[as in add another section to the table to extend/make it longer], to make room for some New Faces. Cause back in '09..." This is what makes love this track. I tie in Mac's New Faces v2 from his Album Faces...which of course features Earl...but I also bring up 09...which is from Mac's Swimming which is why 2010 was inspired...you see the layers...but also notice that in Earl's 2010, and Mac's 2009, they are reflecting on how life wasn't as great, it was darkness before the light and the same relates to me. I was arrested in 2008, and due to how it went down, I was banned from school campus and activities. I couldn't attend my prom or my graduation. So taking all of that frustration and using it to move forward is a form of strength to me. Anyway I hope you enjoy the track and visuals.

30. ADHD x Joyner Lucas

Ok first off, It's been a hell of a week. I have literally felt like sh*t since dropping week29. Like all the symptoms that I list in the song hit me like that morning! Like n*gga, I was sick on my mf day off! On top of that, I am writing this on a Saturday afternoon vs my Friday evening because my younger son also got sick. I express on week 24 how Elijah is energetic af. He never stops moving. When he gets sick though, he is still as a rock, and it f*cking breaks my heart. I hate when anyone in my house gets ill, but Elijah with no energy is just depressing. Today(this morning), my elementary school's basketball team I was coaching, season ended. We made it to the 2nd game of the tournament but didn't win and couldn't move forward. We ended the season with 3W-4L. I really hoped they would push all the way to the championship...there is always next year. Lastly, I have been meaning to find a way to work in updates about weight....I know "Cato why tf would we want to know that??". Truly it's for documentary purposes. I believe I already shared that #32weeksMixtape is just a leg of the process. Next project with 32weeks is the book. Everything that happened in these 32weeks is up to be discussed, my weight included. Around September, I noticed that my weight was going up...slowly but increasing nonetheless. I usually hang around 215lbs as my baseline. My true goal weight is 200lbs(which, may be impossible lol but I refuse to quit). The closet I have gotten to that goal was 207lbs. As we rolled through 2023's cold season holidays, I realized my workout regiment wasn't as consistent and I wasn't giving my all when I did workout. I definitely wasn't getting enough sleep, and my eating/snacking was out of balance. By 1/1/24, I was up to 233lbs. That's a big jump in a small amount of time. I started freaking out the first week of the new year, but then I reminded myself, "We have done this before!" I have. I started to chill with the snacks, getting back to upping my water intake, lowkey ate an apple every morning, and a granola bar for breakfast/morning snack, and have been packing my lunch with filling but low cal foods (i.e. homecooked leftovers(that hasn't changed), carrots + mini naan breads with hummus(delish), and a smaller portion of my salty bbq chips with a fruit cup/applesauce. Today, 2/3/24, I am at 223lbs! Yeah, that's right, I am down 10lbs. The last change I did was actually weighing myself each morning, and recording it. Tracking my weight is like a reminder, "Bro, we have a goal, lets not deviate."

----Ok now back to the music! This song was written when I didn't know what to write. I had already mentioned that in week 25, Joyner's ADHD album is filled with bangers. This one, just had the vibe that pulled me in. The singing I do at the beginning, "I think my pen is like eyes..." wow! That was what came to me quickly. I know I had to use it. I really did shed tears while writing alot of these songs, and the idea like Jay's "Song Cry", where he is telling you he can't see himself crying, so he has to make the song cry for him, is the premise. In the visuals I utilize Master Jiraiya because he is a renowned legendary ninja, who plays a significant role in inspiring his village and his mentee. In the end he writes his last message which is a warning for his village. That to me had me tears. RIP Master Jiraiya. I start the verse by saying, "Maybe it's my nerves, wrapping up these verses. The most I've ever written. Lately, feeling more coerced." This is truly how I felt. I felt like I had given all that I had, and that at this point I am pushing out bullsh*t. But nevertheless, the process is the process. There is a hint about my album to come in the song, "I been talking about magic, alchemy, and how I've changed, love is magic, making gold bars outta spare change". The album is inspired by my favorite novel, but I use the concept to show that we can change our world/life with love and introspection...among other things. The string of lines where I say I'm not trying to make a hit....everything in those lines tell you that type of artist I want to be to you. Allow me to be the soundtrack that drives you. Lastly, I want to end this post with a shout out to Joyner. I still don't know how involved he is with his visuals, but they are so cool. Check out his video for ADHD, and then look at how they made that sh*t. I respect Joyner's hustle out here. To the person reading this right now, I hope you know that you are loved, and I hope you never give up, no matter what your goal is!

31. LOVEHAPPY x The Carters (Beyoncé + Jay Z)

Man...we are one away from being all done! Ok so how to describe what is going on in this song. 🤔Well, let's start with the concept. First off, this truly was the last verse written. I was thinking and reflecting on what instrumental to use. I was playing with some ideas like; Rich Flex x Drake & 21 Savage, Crazy Mood x Grind2Hard Osh'a, East Point Prayer x Vince Staples, like 3 tracks off of 'Kids See Ghosts', and Dreaming of the Past x Pusha T. But then something crazy happened. Just as the week 31's verse says, I was meeting with Tyson. It was a long drive to him but it was worth it. I was able to see his face, chit chat, share some of the new tunes (esp the last track/32). We were discussing the importance of connecting with people and having accountability for what we do. We talked about goals, and the project. I leave, and literally about 1 exit away from home I change the song on my phone(it was clicked into the phone holder on the dashboard). I look up, my exit is coming up and I was about to miss it. Had I been thinking, I would have stayed on the highway and turned around hopping back on the highway at the next exit.---Mind you, there had been a lot of construction on this portion of the highway and so there were a lot of those tall/skinny orange/reflective white cones lining the road. I swerve to make my exit. I turned too hard, and then overcorrected hitting one of those cones. It caused my driver side mirror to close into the the driver's window. The mirror shattered, the casing broke, and there was other slight damage.

The first thing I want to say is I am grateful that I didn't roll the vehicle, hit another vehicle, or injure myself. Here's the sad part that just shows how ridiculous my thinking was. Erin had been reminding me over and over for weeks to stop engaging with my phone while driving. I ignored her warnings. This happens, and I began to freak out. I don't want to let her down, but what I do next was a lame a** move. I began looking up estimates to fix the mirror...because we were supposed to take my car to Chicago for a couples getaway and to see Beyoncé live in concert(Renaissance World tour) like within the next 3 weeks. During my freak out I call her to see where she is. She says she isn't that far. I know that I was supposed to make dinner. I realized that some of the ingredients I needed, weren't in the pantry. I ask her if she could stop and grab some black beans. *I know stupid and hella manipulative*. She denies and tells me to pivot to a different meal. I couldn't tell you what I ended up making. I should have told her right then what happened...but I didn't. Fast-forward, she gets to the house and immediately begins asking what happened. I tell her then and that's how the final verse was thought up. We had a long talk about other areas I was slacking in around the house. The reason was mostly because I was deep in writing, recording, and building the concept of #32weeksMixtape.

I am so grateful that I was able to find a damn near matching full mirror and casing for under $100(and that's with the express shipping), grateful that Big Bro Dave was able to install it for me, and especially grateful that Erin still saw my heart. The line about her saying she would leave me is true. It would either be from me not listening to her(as in taking her warnings for me/her/our safety serious) or for constantly making expensive mistakes that lowkey re-traumatize her. With all the other references to us being like The Carters(week 17 for instance) I knew this verse would be written to a "EVERYTHING IS LOVE" song. There were a few contenders: "SUMMER", "BOSS", "FRIENDS", and "713". I love them all, but the way Jay Z is still lamenting about his mistakes, and tells how he had to make things right, plus the tempo and style of "LOVEHAPPY" had my brain spilling out the lyrics. My favorite lines are the quotes. Those were my takeaways; Listen and apply, just communicate when sh*t happens, make better choices or lose it all(my family or my actual life), and family comes first. I hope you don't make silly, careless, and dangerous choices like I did. I pray that you take care of yourself and live your life fully with a person whom you call your soulmate and the you experience LOVEHAPPYness. If no has told you today, I love you, and always will. Thank you for taking the time to read this. 💙💙💙

[makingloveinvskitchen]

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[raleighcarreras]

it's all so incredibly loud

Part 1: if only i could touch the hem of your gown

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Black!fem!reader

Wrd Cnt: 2k

Rating: Mature

Parts: 2 , 3 , 4 , 5, 6 ,7

Warnings: Angst, cheating, did i mention angst, eventual smut, canon typical violence

Summary: The divorce was finalized months ago, and yet...Wanda can't get you out of her head. Not that she would ever try to. She knows she fucked up, she knows she has an uphill battle to fight to get you back, but she'll do anything. She'll do anything if it means getting to hold you in her arms again.

Notes: i know we've all read this type of fic 49054 times but, um, you haven't read this one in particular yet 🙄👉🏾👈🏾. Anyway, the song is its all so incredibly loud by glass animals. 18+ only as always.

"Whispers would deafen me now. You don't make a sound. Heartbreak was never so loud."

"Mommmm!"

You grumbled out something unintelligible. Stupidly assuming that would be enough for an 11 year old boy who was under the impression that he needed you.

"Mommy! Come here, please!!"

Why'd you let her con you into thinking more than one would be a good idea? You grumbled to yourself. There wasn't much you could do about it in hindsight. They were a two for one deal.

When Wanda had told you that she was pregnant with twins you had laughed in her face. Sure, you knew with your chosen method of pregnancy the odds of multiples were higher, but that didn't mean you had to accept it.

You honestly hadn't believed her until you had seen them both screaming their little lungs out in the nurses hands as they were cleaned.

That was 11 years ago.

1 year ago, you gave birth to your baby girl, Alexis. Yeah, she somehow managed to trick you into a third one too.

Slick words, soft touches, empty gestures.

"Mom! Hurry!"

You groaned into your pillow. Then threw the fluffy comforter from over your body. You checked the time on your phone and frowned.

You padded down the hallway to where you heard the boys call for you. They were in Alexis' room which was alarming. Maybe, if they had led with that you would have been on your way quicker.

You turned the corner to find your three beautiful children laying on their stomachs and staring at each other.

You leaned your shoulder on the doorway and rubbed the bridge of your nose, "What's wrong?"

Tommy looked up at you and smiled happily, "False alarm. We thought she was about to walk and didn't want you to miss it."

Billy had the wherewithal to look slightly more sheepish.

If they weren't so darn cute and also your children, you surely would have kicked them out ages ago.

"Thank you, babies."

You sat on the ground next to them, setting your youngest on your lap. She gurgled, probably ecstatic with all of the attention.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" You said softly, not wanting them to think they were in trouble.

They both nodded and continued to poke at their baby sister.

"Why aren't you at school right now?"

The boys started to pick at the purple rug they were strewn across, "Mamaforgottopickusup."

"What was that, Tommy?" You tried to keep your eye from twitching. Lest you scare the boys into thinking you were possessed.

"Mama forgot to pick us up." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. And to him, it probably wasn't. He didn't have to go to school if no one took him.

"Why didn't you wake me up and tell me earlier?"

Billy chewed the inside of his cheek, a habit he had picked up from you, "We didn't want to get Mama in trouble and you were super sleepy."

You took a deep breath before leaning over and cupping their cheeks softly, "I appreciate the gesture, but you do not have to protect your Mother. She is an adult and you are my baby boys. We protect you, not the other way around. If Wanda doesn't pick you up to take you to school, you come wake me up so I can take you."

They nodded solemnly.

"I'll be right back, watch your sister."

Tommy watched as you stood up and dug your phone out of your pocket, "Do we still have to go to school today?"

You couldn't have stopped your laugh even if you tried, "No. You don't have to. We can all watch a movie until your mom comes to get you."

You pretended not to see the triumphant fist bump the twins gave each other.

You closed the door partially behind yourself, walking back into your room and dialing your Ex-wife's number.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Wanda."

"Yes?"

"Where are the boys?"

There was a pause on the other end and you imagined she was checking the time.

"School?"

"Wrong. Try again."

Another pause. A curse. A jingling of keys.

"Shit. I'm so sorry, Y/N. Time got away from me-"

"Save it."

She sighed, "I'm on my way."

You nodded stiffly even though she couldn't see it, "Don't come too quickly, they're watching a movie. You know how Tommy gets about interruptions. You might as well finish whatever it is that caused your own children to slip your mind."

"Look, Y/N-"

You promptly hung up before she could finish her word vomit full of excuses. It would be a waste of time listening to her when you could spend your last moments with your kids before they went with Wanda for the weekend.

"What movie we watching, my little monsters?" You sat down on the couch inbetween your sons.

"A Goofy Movie!" The twins shouted in unison. You had to smile through a grimace. They had watched the movie so often you're pretty sure it's carved into the back of your eyelids.

"...Yay."

Maybe you should call Wanda back and tell her to come get them now.

Wanda looked through the rearview mirror for the 101001th time. Alexis was a year old now, but driving with her still made the woman nervous beyond belief.

"Mama...can I ask you a question?" Billy inquired from his newly coveted passenger seat.

"You can ask me a question any and every time you need to, Utenok."

He blushed at the nickname, "When are you coming back home? I-I know Mom is mad at you but going back and forth is getting annoying when you could just stay at home with us."

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the last part of his statement. She completely agreed. She would love to just be back in her house with her children. Back in her bed with you.

"I don't know..."

"Mom misses you."

Wanda perked up at that information.

"How do you figure that?" God, she was pathetic. Using her children for information in regards to her adult problems. Using them for mistakes she brought on herself.

"We heard her talking to Aunt Nat about you." Tommy said from the back seat.

Wanda's fists gripped the wheel tighter, "What did she say?"

Billy shared a look with Tommy through the sideview mirror. They hadn't actually heard what you had said. Only bits and pieces, but what was a little white lie if it meant their family was whole again?

"She said that she's lonely...and the bed is cold." That was close enough to what you had said. They were going to leave out the part where their aunt suggested you get back on the dating scene and you hadn't outright objected to the idea.

"She whispers for you in her sleep." Tommy mumbled. He would often here you call out for Wanda when he was sneaking downstairs for snacks.

"Oh." Was all Wanda responded with.

"Mama?"

"Yes?" Wanda turned onto her street a little sharper than she would have liked.

"Why is Mommy mad at you? Shouldn't you just be able to say sorry and kiss her on the cheek. That's what we do when we mess up."

Fuck. She wished it was that easy. She had actually tried something along those lines months back. You had promptly slapped her across the face as a result.

It didn't hurt, but it damn sure surprised her.

In hindsight, maybe she should have gone for the cheek instead of your lips.

"Let's not-"

"You said we could ask anything." Tommy reminded her with that haughty air that he most definitely got from you.

"I didn't say I'd answer anything." She grumbled.

The twins only glared back at her with her own eyes. Which didn't really seem all that fair.

The two of you had talked about what to tell the boys when they finally asked. You had left it up to Wanda since the cause was her transgression. Wanda suspects you were leaving it up to her as some sort of punishment as well. You knew she wasn't going to say anything right away out of embarrassment, and until she told the boys it was just going to loom over her head.

But now, seemed as good a time as any. When they were stuck with her for the weekend and they couldn't escape after they decided they hated her like she hated herself.

"I...wasn't faithful." She breathed out softly.

"What does that mean?"

"I-shit-I did some grownup things with someone who wasn't your Mom and that was a really awful thing for me to do. Something so awful that a simple 'I'm sorry' won't fix it." Wanda pulled into the parking garage of her apartment building unceremoniously. She parked the car but didn't move to exit. Neither did the boys.

The boys sat silently, taking in the information. Wanda could see the tension playing across their faces. She could see as one of the twins took the news in stride the other did not. Three agonizing seconds later, Billy rushed out of the car red faced. Wanda wanted to bang her head into the steering wheel.

"Stay here with your sister, okay?"

Tommy only nodded.

Wanda rushed from the car in search of her son. She found him quickly. He was sitting behind a pillar with his hands covering his face.

"Go away."

Wanda ignored him and slowly sat on the damp pavement next to him.

"I know you're mad at me right now, but please don't run away from me like that ever again. Your mother would have my head if I came back with 2 munchins instead of 3."

"I'm not a munchin, Mama."

Wanda scoffed then scooped Billy onto her lap with a grunt of effort, "Sure, you're not...Do you wanna talk about it?"

"You're not supposed to have sex with people that aren't Mom."

Wanda's eye twitched. Were 11 year olds supposed to know about sex? Eh. That was the least of her problems at the moment.

"I know..."

"Then why'd you do it?" Billy whined and wiped a few tears from his cheeks. Wanda sighed and brought him closer to her chest.

"I don't know. I'm not very smart sometimes." And that was about as honest an answer Wanda could give. She genuinely had no idea why she decided to throw away 13 years of marriage for a woman whose name she couldn't even remember.

"You said we're not supposed to do things if we don't know why we're doing them."

"I need to start taking my own advice."

Billy nodded, "And you need to apologize to Mom a couple more times so you can come back home."

Wanda smiled tightly, "I don't think it'll be that easy, Utenok."

"Then keep trying anyway. Who cares if it's hard? Mommy still loves and misses you, and you love and miss Mommy. Just keep trying until it works."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Billy giggled as Wanda pressed kisses all over his cheek. Tommy had grown out of that 2 years prior, but she was pretty sure Billy would let her kiss and squeeze him until he got married.

"Lets get back to your siblings."

"Yeah! And then when can start operation trick mom into marrying you again!"

Oh to be a child. Wanda was sure whatever they came up with wouldn't work. But she was willing to try until her dying breath shall it cone to it.

[blkchxrryblyss]

🙈🙉

Hi love ! It’s me again ❤️

Your Shoto piece was phenomenal and I have a teensy weensy request because I’m hooked 🥴.

Can you give me Pro!Himbo Kirishima asking the cute girl from the bakery that fixes his coffee just right and always has a special strawberry muffin, to match his hair 🥺, for him when he comes in the mornings before patrol. Then could you tell me what happens on said date. If you don’t mind 👉🏾👈🏾

Thank you bb ❤️

you always ask for such cute requests, I love it bby🥰So here you go

•••••

himbo!kirishima x blk fem barista!reader

w.c - 1.4k

warning: reader has dreads (here’s a hair visual https://twitter.com/turahjeannie/status/1481790488902615044?s=21 )

•••••

The young hero loved coming to see you in the cafe you worked. He would always order the iced caramel macchiato and you took it upon yourself to throw in your specially made strawberry muffin that was so red it matched his vibrant red hair. He came and got it so much that his brain basically wired that no one can make the coffee and muffin how you did. He was starting to think that you put a spell on the items to make him keep coming back for more. But he didn’t think it was a spellbook spell, no, he figured your beauty was the spell. He found you so beautiful. Your dark smooth skin, your doe-like eyes, your full lips, your bright smile, your dreaded hair that sat in a palm tree-styled ponytail with your edges swooped smoothly on your forehead. He couldn’t get over how gorgeous you are. He found you so gorgeous that he could barely keep a conversation with you.

He stuttered a lot whenever you smiled at him. Would look down whenever you maintained eye contact too long. Absolutely turned blood red when you passed him that special muffin and told him ‘have a wonderful day, Mr. Riot’. He adored your presence and looks and just wanted you all for himself, but he couldn’t do that if he couldn’t even ask you on a date. So he practiced with the help of his most favorite dysfunctional couple and best friends Bakugo and Shinsou.

“Good morning, miss- no no that’s terrible.” Kirishima nodded at Shinsou, clearing his throat again.

“Hello, sweet thing- fuck no, you creep.” He flinched from Bakugo’s yell and pouted, “But she is sweet so I wanted to call her sweet.”

“Kirishima-kun calling her “sweet thing” is something my 60-year-old grandfather would say to a 20-year-old he saw on the streets. Let’s not use that. Okay, buddy?” Shinsou proposed, playing with his boyfriend’s fingers.

Kirishima sighed and squeezed his broad body between the two as if they weren’t noticeable cuddled up in their couch, making both men groan in annoyance.

“I just want to ask her out perfectly. That’s what she deserves. How did you ask Bakugo out, Shinsou?” Shinsou was about to answer, but Bakugo quickly interrupted to cut the conversation short.

“That’s none of your business. Look, dipshit, just ask her out as if you were ordering a drink. ‘Can I get an espresso, a strawberry muffin, and possibly a partner for this date I planned out for tonight?’ Then boom.” Kirishima slowly nodded but gave his friend a questionable look.

“But I don’t drink espressos or have a date planned.” He said genuinely confused. Bakugo gave off a heavy sigh and glared at the man.

“DUH DUMBASS! IT WAS AN EXAMPLE!”

The next day Kirishima pumped his head up with some encouraging affirmations to prepare himself for his big goal today. He was feeling so confident when he walked out of the house, walked down the street, and walked inside the cafe. Unfortunately, it all slipped away when he was met by your bright smile. Your hair was in its signature high ponytail but a few dreads dangled in your face, giving it a slightly different frame.

“H-hey, Y/N. Can I get y-your usual? Wait, no, I’ll g-get my u-usual. We-well I can’t re-really get it since I d-don’t work here. Haha, sorry.” He stumbled to get out scratching the back of his neck.

You smiled at the nervous man while you made his drink. He decided to sit down and watch you so you took this chance to talk to him.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, Mr.Riot. I’m just a regular worker. You’re the real superstar.” You gave him a wobbly smile sliding his cold drink towards him, “I should be the nervous one, to be honest.”

He was so zoned out he didn’t pay attention to anything you said. He was too busy staring at your lips when you talked. He didn’t even notice the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Go on a d-date with me?” He recited still staring at your lips.

Your face upturned into shock and so did his when saw that you stopped talking. Both of you were stuck as to what just occurred. Kirishima felt so embarrassed because what if you didn’t even like him. Yes, you surprised him with that specially made muffin, but you were probably just being nice because you are a disgustingly nice person. He was beginning to feel stupid.

“I’m so sorry. I just blurted that out like it was just a regular day. That probably made you so uncomfortable, I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me, you probably don’t even see me like that and I just embarrassed myself informs of this whole cafe. Oh my god, I can’t even handle-“

“Okay.”

“-this. Wait, what?”

“I said, okay. I’ll go on a date with you. I would be honored actually.” You laughed softly.

Inside Kirishima was spazzing out. He couldn’t believe you said yes. He was so sure that you didn’t like him. You were too perfect. But you said yes. You said yes to him. And he still hadn’t said anything back.

“OKAY-ahem- I mean okay, okay that’s great. I’ll pick you up tonight. Bye!” He raved, happy as ever completely forgetting his strawberry muffin and the fact that he doesn’t even have a date planned.

Later that night your shift ended and as you were locking, you turned around and was met with a tall red-haired pro hero holding a bouquet of…..lilacs? You immediately began sneezing and backing away, worrying the young hero.

“W-What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he questioned in a concerned tone. Finally catching your breath since you backed a good distance away, you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I'm allergic to lilacs, Kirishima.” his eyes widened looking down at the purple flowers that he was sure were your favorites.

“I overheard you talking to your co-worker about flowers and I heard you say lilacs were your favorites,” he recalled in a small voice.

“Lilies are my favorite. More specifically oriental lilies are my favorite. You must have misheard.” you chided, biting your biting lip to hide your upcoming giggle.

“Oh my god! I could've killed you! Can't believe I almost murdered my crush with these deadly flowers.” he scrambled to get rid of the flowers and luckily a man riding on a skateboard polled next to you both.

He shoved the flowers in the kid's hands and saluted him, “Enjoy the flowers. Very manly to receive flowers.” he smiled brightly as the man nodded looking at them.

“Thanks, dude." The boy rolled away and you both pulled your attention back to each other.

“I’m sorry for almost murdering you, Y/N.” he sulked looking down ready to get reprimanded. Instead of rejection, he felt a small hand interlocked with his.

“Next time just get some lilies. Those will give me more life.” The statement made you both smile and walk towards the park.

Now even though Kirishima had nothing planned, he did set up a small picnic area for the both of you, compliments to Bakugo for cooking up some quick dishes on such short notice. For the next two hours, you both talked and laughed, learning about each other. He learned about your upbringing and why you moved to Japan. You learned about his hobbies and the goals he has towards being a pro-hero. The chemistry between you two was so strong that you felt as if you have known him for years. Sitting in front of the small lake, you both were in comfortable silence, eating your onigiri. The silence only lasted for so long before you remembered that you had to give him something. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small container.

“You forgot your muffin, Mr. Riot.” The blush rises on his cheeks and it gave you so much happiness. It made you so happy that you pressed a light kiss on his cheek.

“I should probably forget it more often if I'm going to get kisses.” he laughed taking a bite out of it.

“I'll give you kisses whether you forget it or not, silly.”

You both sat in comfortable silence, thinking that this was one of the best dates you've both ever been on.

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[critical-thinking-is-mandatory]

I don't have any specific requests, but something Ladrien-y but with Claude instead? 👀👉🏾👈🏾

anon your wish is my command 😌

Claude wouldn't call himself a private person. He wasn't secretive, not introverted, nor a hermit, but there was just...something about retreating to a quiet rooftop to be alone with his camera and the view.

Well. As alone as you could get when there were hypnotised Parisians running around pretending to be animals. Claude had wriggled on his belly to the edge of the roof, peering down at the chaos, camera strap securely around his wrist, taking the odd snap of the action. There were some of his friends down in the street below, Max and Kim climbing on lampposts and shrieking like chimpanzees. Claude laughed quietly to himself, snapping a picture. It wasn't everyday that the Akuma caused a problem that was funnier than it was dangerous, and he knew for a fact Kim would have a good laugh at the photo.

The Akuma had come from the zoo nearby, or at least that's what Claude guessed from the way they were crying something about a tiger. It might nearly have been the soft toy tiger the kid cradled in his arms, looking a little worse for wear and shooting hypnotising lasers from its eyes. Claude had gotten a few good photos of the poor kid, all dressed up in tiger themed footie pyjamas, wailing his lungs out at a hapless Ladybug and Chat Noir.

The battle, if it could really be called that, seemed to be almost over. Ladybug had shifted to kneel on the ground, offering the kid an open hand and a gentle smile. The kid, slowly, hesitantly placed his hand and the soft tiger in Ladybug's waiting hand. Claude took a photo of the moment, a little awestruck. It was an amazing example of Ladybug's kindness and compassion for the people of Paris.

Together they released the corrupted butterfly from the toy tiger. After that it was only moments before the city was awash with pink light, the kid's parents rushing in with teary eyes to scoop him and the soft toy up and smother them with hugs and kisses.

Claude shuffled away from the edge of the building, and sat up to watch Ladybug and Chat Noir bid the parents and kid goodbye. Once they were alone, Chat Noir rubbed the back of his head, waved at Ladybug and disappeared, probably to transform. Ladybug waved at her partner and threw her yoyo out zipping past Claude with a whistle. Claude followed the path of the yoyo on instinct, it was anchored tight to the rooftop lamppost, just beside the little garden gazebo. Claude hadn't even manage to turn his head back to the street before Ladybug was on the roof. She cast a glance at him, beneath her fringe, and attached her yoyo back to her hip. Ladybug turned and jumped stiffly.

"A-ha!" Ladybug said with very exaggerated surprise. "Civilian Claude! What a uh...surprise! To see you, uh, here. On..." she paused, drifting. Claude took the opportunity to stand and approach Ladybug, a small smile growing on his face. "...on your roof. Where you live. Right." Ladybug flushed a dark shade of red, averting her eyes. Oddly enough, Ladybug reminded him of Marinette like this.

"You were-" Claude's voice cracked. It startled a giggle out of him and Ladybug both. It seemed to relax Ladybug, as she lifted her eyes to meet his. Claude cleared his throat and continued, "you were amazing today, Ladybug. The way you got that kid to calm down, that was...it was so kind of you. And I took some pictures! Not weird ones, obviously..." Claude trailed off quietly. His face grew hot. Ladybug had this...strange wobbly expression on her face. Claude was in this deep. He blundered on. "I was going to give them to the LadyBlog, but I won't if you don't want me to. I don't know if you've seen any of my other pictures on the LadyBlog but-"

"I've seen them," Ladybug interrupted. She still had that strange wobbly expression. "They're beautiful. And..." she twisted her hands together in a familiar gesture, offering Claude a shy smile. "I'd love to see more of your pictures. If you'd like to show me, that is."

Claude beamed at Ladybug. "I'd love to."

[nicoleishotter]

Kat: Alright, ima just say this quick cause i be getting ask about the drama, and my race for no fucking reason. the ask i’ve been getting about “onii-chan” shit like no. 1st y’all need’a grow up cause y’all nigga be acting like if everything’s alright. They said the truth and y’all coming at her for reason for saying the truth, it just says a lot about you. Just because you and ur “Oc” ain’t the same person that don’t make a difference. y’all just walking 🚶🏾‍♀️ on red flags 🚩 and don’t even say it’s not true cause nigga it is, and that’s why ima say it to y’all. y’all like to run mouths about sum shit that’s true and say something like dumb ass excuses. And if only i said names but y’all sensitive and start to say some excuses🙄. And it’s the same with Anos. no. just..stop. And that shit goes around with Discords LMAOO pls it’s cringe just using it as a sexual way. giving off…weird person vibes. y’all be 20+ and acting like this 🤭 oh baby u need’a get checked out 👈🏾, i honestly feel bad for asian because and i feel embarrassed for the “onii-chan” shit. just leave this situation behind. They said the truth and like i said y’all. are. pressed about it. some of y’all be throwing out sexualizing onii chan like ya’ll have the right 2 and pretend it ain’t hurting Asian people. And just because your “ Oc” said it what makes the difference with the real you not saying it, that shit is dumb asf. Now y’all cause ignore this one but Ima be talking about racism with me and other people. Us black people have experience a lot of racism, and that shit goes threw fandoms. especially this one. I reblogged a post and yall starts attacking me saying “ ur not black “ 💀 like please, i know u white so don’t say shit. Because the people i get attacked from is white people, and they start saying Nigga like if it don’t mean anything, and it’s not just us black peoples is everybody black, hispanic, Asians etc that go threw a lot of racist comment, just stop. cause that shit is annoying and we gotta solve a fucking situation about the racism especially with a certain Oc that said something in Japanese😐. If u ain’t Japanese don’t say anything that will offend anybody and if u ain’t black don’t say nigga cause ima see that shit and go off on your ass cause that shit ain’t cool and people saying it like if it’s a flex and shit. like no baby its not. at. all. And just because you said “one” Japanese term still kinda made u racist, it’s like saying nigga and u ain’t racist 🚶🏾‍♀️LMAOO, but it ain’t me lol. yea we humans and make mistakes but who tf would say something that would offend a asian person like if someone called me a nigger they’ll think i ain’t gonna get hurt🗿. And some Ocs that i’ve been seeing have been saying nigga MULTIPLE TIMES and y’all walking like if you all are blind and ain’t calling them out. Anyways. i said what i said, dgaf what y’all gonna say, stay pressed cause i said the true💋.

[makingloveinvskitchen]

#whatmorecanisay 💯👈🏾👉🏾 Now go listen to Ep. 485 of my #newpodcast called “Its 2023! Let me teach you how to #sacrifice !” Too #linkinbio 👆🏾 Listen to Ep. 484, 483, 482 as well. A big thank you to y’all for the overall 100,000 Plays on my JustATouchof_J Podcast. For making my App #1 and for making it Trend “WHATS HOT” for the past 16 weeks! This is #justatouchof_j .. Everything else is God. I’m just tryna put it all out there in pieces for you Baby! Yall really have my Podcast Poppin like Popcorn BABY! Playing in 150 different countries! & Im still pleased to announce that I’m CO-AUTHOR in the book DESTINED TO WIN Vol 4. “Pierced for a Purpose!” 10,000 of you showed love towards my new book via my mobile app! @mynameisroni76 @makingloveinvskitchen @justatouchof_jsfitness @werjustatouchof_j @thejatoj_podcastnetwork Download my JustATouchofJ App to listen to any of my 485 episode’s 🌎 for free! Just tap the (ListentoV) icon for #vspodcasttopics Podcast is also available on over 50 streaming networks! @spotify @iheartradio @pandora @spotifypodcasts @applepodcasts @makingloveinvskitchen ✍🏽 Is where I do my food thing. New recipes are on “The JustATouchofJ App” & my JustATouchofJ blogs too. The JustATouchof_J 🌱 Line has released my “première édition numéro un” rolling papers! These French European Rolling Papers are exquisite. Remember All you need is #JustATouchof_TheJ And check out “MY FIT” 👉🏾#jsfit ... #fitnessapparel and Clothing online store and so much more. #JsFitTips @justatouchof_jsfitness To listen my #podcast , radio show, new music, & also view my new blog #recipes, #foodporn, and #fitnessmotivation see my link in bio! #Google JustATouchof_J #chef #ceo #businesswoman #mobileapp #podcasts #podcastshow #kendricklamar #jesus #jayz #keepgoing #believeinyourself #hov #hiphop #god (at Gwinnett County, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co6WQLxNUhw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[makingloveinvskitchen]

👀👈🏾👉🏾💯👌🏾no #distractions Now go listen to Ep. 485 of my #newpodcast called “Its 2023! Let me teach you how to #sacrifice !” Too #linkinbio 👆🏾 Listen to Ep. 484, 483, 482 as well. A big thank you to y’all for the overall 100,000 Plays on my JustATouchof_J Podcast. For making my App #1 and for making it Trend “WHATS HOT” for the past 16 weeks! This is #justatouchof_j .. Everything else is God. I’m just tryna put it all out there in pieces for you Baby! Yall really have my Podcast Poppin like Popcorn BABY! Playing in 150 different countries! & Im still pleased to announce that I’m CO-AUTHOR in the book DESTINED TO WIN Vol 4. “Pierced for a Purpose!” 10,000 of you showed love towards my new book via my mobile app! @mynameisroni76 @makingloveinvskitchen @justatouchof_jsfitness @werjustatouchof_j @thejatoj_podcastnetwork Download my JustATouchofJ App to listen to any of my 485 episode’s 🌎 for free! Just tap the (ListentoV) icon for #vspodcasttopics Podcast is also available on over 50 streaming networks! @spotify @iheartradio @pandora @spotifypodcasts @applepodcasts @makingloveinvskitchen ✍🏽 Is where I do my food thing. New recipes are on “The JustATouchofJ App” & my JustATouchofJ blogs too. The JustATouchof_J 🌱 Line has released my “première édition numéro un” rolling papers! These French European Rolling Papers are exquisite. Remember All you need is #JustATouchof_TheJ And check out “MY FIT” 👉🏾#jsfit ... #fitnessapparel and Clothing online store and so much more. #JsFitTips @justatouchof_jsfitness To listen my #podcast , radio show, new music, & also view my new blog #recipes, #foodporn, and #fitnessmotivation see my link in bio! #Google JustATouchof_J #chef #ceo #businesswoman #mobileapp #podcasts #podcastshow #kendricklamar #jesus #keepgoing #believeinyourself #procrastination #tdjakes #god #twitter (at Gwinnett County, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co6VfEmtFFE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=