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[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[tfw-no-tennis]

[drumming] BEAST WARRRS

wow, me and ruth watching MORE transformers stuff?? its more likely than you think

sooo yeah we started watching beast wars. which seems like the logical next step after reading the comics and watching tfa, tfp, (some of) g1, cyberverse, even the live action movies back in the day...

however ruth and I have always ruthlessly bullied beast wars bc of how outdated the cgi looks, stating that no matter how good everyone says it is, we can never watch it bc its so ugly 

we watched a couple clips, even, including the fight scene from ep2 which is SO funny I'm sorry and we were like ‘yea we cant watch this lol’ BUT LO AND BEHOLD...HERE WE ARE....

so yah this was probably inevitable but yea, ill probably write a few of these post just giving my scattered thoughts

so! so far we’ve watched like 8 eps and I gotta say....I like it a lot so far

as ruth says, ‘it feels like an actual show’ (as opposed to g1 which imo feels more like an extended-toy-commercial-slash-acid-trip)

like, even in the first couple eps, its clear there's actual plot and characters

the bad cgi is admittedly distracting at time, similar to the animation errors in g1 

in terms of the plot, I find it to be really interesting - I like the explanations for the beast forms w/the energon making their robot forms short out

the premise is like, so wild to me, in a meta sense - like, this was basically the followup to g1 (ignoring g2, and all the japanese stuff like headmasters and victory), and its SO wildly different than g1 - premise-wise, beast wars feels like something you'd get 20 years down the line in the franchise when they're trying to go at the source material from a new, fresh angle

instead its the follow-up to g1, bc I guess being able to sell toys that transform into animals rather than cars is a good market 

oh man is this show 90s. like, it came out in ‘96, so obviously its gonna be 90s, but sometimes it just slaps you in the face w/it 

like...the music. lmao like the guitar riffs that play sometimes are so hilariously 90s that I feel myself regressing into an infant (the state I was in irl during the 90s)

plus the dialogue...like half of what cheetor says is just. so very 90s. like Cool Epic Teenz 90s sometimes, which is hilarious and out of date now 

speaking of cheetor I love my boy. I already love him from cyberverse but this is og cheetor and I love him here too. he;s just a great kid appeal yellow character and I luv him. he has freckles that's soooo cuteee my boiiii

as for the characters in general...I like how they all have pretty solid characterizations but also undergo character development. and I like how we don't get all too much exposition about them/their backstories so we get to learn things as we go along 

optimus primal is cool, and interesting when compared to other optimuses (optimii?)...he seems like a Leader™, but he’s kinda frustrated/done with this shit, especially compared to like, g1 op, who was very patient, and tfa op, who felt very young. this op feels very experienced but also doesn't always wanna be here

who else is there...rhinox! he is great, he seems like the only one w/a brain cell. he seems v levelheaded and cool, I like him a lot. he hasn't gotten much spotlight but I'm interested to see what he’ll do. I like his voice

rattrap omg...ruth hates him bc he’s annoying which, fair, but I like him bc he’s hilarious. he’s a rat from new jersey, and joisey rats are just Like That okay

dinobot...omg...I love him. he’s just dramatic and gay. and also a dinosaur. I think its cool that he has a SWORD bc everyone else has guns (kinda boring), and also he has laser eyes. he is cool and interesting and also he and optimus are dating tyvm 

as for the predacons...beast wars megatron oh my goddd....I love him so much he’s SO entertaining lmao...yesssssss....he’s so Shakespearian? idek how else to describe it. he’s very eloquent and he really feels like a high-class play actor who could also rip your face off if he wanted to. he says ‘yessssss’ SO much its so funny. he’s very like, over the top and kinda hammy, but in a completely different way than g1 megs, who could be described similarly but is a very different vibe 

bw megatron is basically the polar opposite of tfp megatron

as for the rest of the predacons, we haven't gotten as much character stuff for them but I'm interested in them for sure

tarantulas.....I wanna see more of him, he’s just so entertaining to me idk. gay little spider man

scorponok omfg he’s such a loser in this hvbajkdsfbwkhdsf I cant get over how completely lame and unthreatening he is lmaoooo he’s such a lil bitch. I could cough on him and he’d explode probably. hilarious

terrorsaur is like the starscream of this show from what I can tell so far since he’s already tried to take over the predacons twice. ruth and I hate the weird bird dinosaur noises he makes. actually we hate when any of the characters make animal noises honestly hbvkjdnsfaksl

waspinator sure is here. he hasn't done much but he’s definitely present! and makes some weird terrible bug noises

blackarachnia just got here and then immediately left, which is hilarious. she saw everyone fighting and was like ‘actually fuck this’ and bounced, which is super valid 

ok I gotta talk abt the animation again vhbahkjsdfhbkjsf its...really painful...I mean it looks great for being 1996, but since its cgi it does NOT hold up at all (compared to 2d animation, which tends to hold up better - tho low-budget stuff like g1 doesn't hold up great, but it looks bad in a much different way than bad old cgi does)

like, I mentioned it above but that fight scene in ep2...there are just so many moments that weren't supposed to be funny but were hilarious due to the animation. like when the two sides run at each other and clash, when they hit each other half of them just fly offscreen like plastic toys vbahsudfbajskdf its SO visually hilarious I rewound it to watch it again lmao 

also anytime they do closeups I cringe so hard, especially on optimus, he just looks so plastic...in general the beast modes looks pretty janky, like cheetors limbs (mostly around the shoulders/hips) look weird af...I feel like rattraps beast mode looks the least wack. beast mode tarantulas also looks weird as hell but I think that's partially bc his colors are so garish lmao

I'm soooo excited to see the stuff that connects beast wars to g1, I know a few things about how its connected thanks to my reading of the g1 tfwiki pages, and I cant wait to see it all unfold

I'm really not spoiled for much, surprisingly...I might know a couple character deaths, and a few other things, but for the most part I have no clue what's going to happen which is really cool actually. I'm excited to see things!!!

[hallelujah-lockandload]

Sweet Venom 2

Here is a link to the first chapter on here

The Wattpad link that has more chapters. I take a while to post here since AO3 and Wattpad give me more feedback :c

The first three days of school went by fast which is nice. Now it's Friday which means sleepover with Mikey! It's something we’ve always done the first week of school but also because we are literally best friends and my parents don’t care enough to realize I’ve slept over his house multiple times. The Way’s mom is always really sweet and makes us leave the door open cause we’re “teenagers and teenagers are horny”. She didn’t say that to us but I already know that's what she thinks and I’m also the only girl allowed to stay the night at all at their house unless it's a group sleepover.

I got up as usual and dressed in some black bottoms today and a smashing pumpkins tee. Walking down stairs to an empty kitchen is always nice, it means I get to take my time and actually be somewhere in peace that isn’t my room. I got breakfast ready and sat at the table scrolling through my phone texting Mikey.

y/n/n: Sup loser.

Mikey: morning punk. 

    u excited for tonight?!

y/n/n: OF fuckin course!! 

    Watchin movies and complaining and catching up

    Even though i see you all the time

Mikey: I still look forward to our yearly first week of school Shit Talk Sleepover

y/n/n: SAaaammme!

Mikey: Gotta watch some shitty hs movie this time

cause its your last first week shit talk

y/n/n: I don’t know mikes I still got college and youll be a senior

Mikey: tru

As I ready Mikey’s “tru” I finish my breakfast and then head up stairs to finish getting ready. I put on my usual makeup and brushed my teeth. My hair looks decent so I’m leaving it, no one will tell I didn’t brush it unless they run their fingers through it so whatever. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I hear a car honk outside my house. I go to the door and peek out and there’s Mikey and Gerard to pick me up. I wave and go grab my shoes and check my phone to see if Mikey said they were coming at all cause I didn’t think they'd be here. 

Mikey: we be picking u up early loser. (timestamp 5 minutes ago)

Of course the one time I don't check my phone so they have to wait a few minutes for me to tie my hightops and grab my bag. I lock the door as I close it behind me and head to the back seat of Gerard’s kind of beat up black Corolla. It's an older used car but it works for getting us all places. 

“Morning guys” I say, throwing my backpack into the back seat and stepping in.

“Morning y/n/n. You were late” Mikey said while Gerard just hummed in response to my greeting. I closed the door and off we went.

“Yeah well I didn’t see your text jerk” I said hitting Mikey’s shoulder lightly. It's too early for being rough. Mikey just laughed and we rode in silence to the school with Gerard’s playlist coming through the speakers.

~ 

The school day passed slower today than the last few. Probably because I was excited for the sleepover tonight with Mikey. I looked over at him in math and it seemed like he felt the same way. Once classes were out for the day I went to grab my stuff from my locker.

“Hey cutie” I turned to look at Patrick.

“Where’ve you been all day, jerk?” I laughed as I pushed him away from me. 

“Places…” He smirked turning to lean against the lockers. “Mostly hiding from Carry which meant I couldn't hang with you cause I knew she would look for me there.”

“Dude.” I said staring at him.

“I know, I know. I just need to find her a new boy to crush over”

“Fast,” I added, closing my locker.

“Hey guys!” I turned to see Pete and Mikey heading our way. 

I leaned over to Patrick, “I'd say point out Pete to her but that would just be cruel.” I laughed and so did he.

“What are you two idiots giggling about?” Pete said, stopping next to us.

“Nothing.” Patrick and I said together. We looked at eachother and just cracked up even more. 

“Ugh” Pete groaned and turned to Mikey, “Control your bestfriend.”

“You first” Mikey responded with a smirk. 

Pete rolled his eyes, “Lets get the fuck out of here, schools been out for like 10 minutes.”

“Oh that's so long” I said sarcastically as I fixed my backpack on my shoulder.

“Shut up.” Pete said smiling as we started to head out of the hallway and make our way to the front of the school. 

“Hey Mikey how's operation Sweet Poison going?” Patrick said over my head.

“I’m working on it.” Mikey mumbled giving Patrick a glare.

“Oooooh! What's Sweet Poison?! Let me help!” I said turning to Mikey.

“You can’t help cutie, it's a secret” Patrick said next to me.

“Yuup. Only us boys get to know” Pete said. I glared at Mikey who was looking everywhere but me. Looks like I’ve got some secrets to get out of Mikey now. Mikey keeping a secret from me is new and only a bit concerning. 

“Alright,” I said, shrugging and turning back around, “Keep your secrets. I’ll just assume it's about your crush then.” I smirked as I walked over to the cars seeing Gerard leaning on the hood of his car talking to Frank and Ray.

“Do not,” Mikey rushed up behind me.

“Yeah it's actually not concerning Mikey’s crush for once. Plus isn't that one called operation Heart Eyes?” Patrick said.

“Oh yeah!” Pete nearly shouted, “Fuckin forgot about that. Gotta get moving on plans for that.” Mikey’s face was turning red, which is ahh sweet revenge for keeping me out of the loop.

“Hey guys” Ray said, waving as we got to Gerard’s car.

“Sup Toro-saurus” I smiled at him as he pulled me into a side hug laughing at my usual greeting. 

“So any plans for tonight?” Pete asked the group.

Frank and Ray had a consensual nope and Gerard said sort of. But question? How do you sort of have plans? That's so weird but no one questions it. Patrick says how his only plan is to come up with a plan to get rid of his ex-girlfriend Carry. We all laughed at him but also gave sympathy cause who knew she was the obsessive type? 

“Y/n and I are having our annual first week of school shit talk sleepover” Mikey said.

“We are going to roast all of you behind your backs” I added with a smirk.

“Thats so fuckin rude” Pete said knocking his shoulder against me chuckling. The others laughed lightly too. We chatted for a little while longer before everyone was sick of being on campus and there was almost no line of cars trying to leave the campus. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. 

“You guys can drop me off at my house and I’ll walk over later. I gotta pack for tonight and make sure my parents remembered.” I said as we drove back to our houses. Thankfully Mikey only lives like a five minute walk from my house so I never feel weird walking there even at night. 

“Okay” Mikey said. Gerard just hums and continues to drive. He never talks to me much. I literally have no clue what happened to make him not like me. We have been in the same grade since like 6th grade, I mean he’s older than me cause he got held back in like elementary school but Mikey and I are 90% sure its cause he didn’t want to leave Mikey behind. Which is actually really sweet. But Still! Why the hate? Or dislike. Whatever it is, it kind of makes me sad because we probably could be awesome friends like Mikey says. One day I’m going to figure it out. Or like ask Mikey what the fuck is up. But its not at the top of the to do list just yet. I’m fine with the awkward ignoring for now. Well I mean… for the past 3 years. This will be 4 if things don’t change.

We pull up to my house and I thank them both for the ride, “What time am I coming over Mikes?” I say before closing the door.

“Uuhhhhh idk 7?” Mikey said looking over his shoulder at me.

“Did you just say idk out loud?” I ask him, chuckling with a smirk.

“Shut up. See you later bye.” Mikey says turning around. I laugh and say bye again then close the car door. I walk up the steps, unlock the door and turn around and wave at the boys goodbye to signal I am safe and can get in my home. They always wait to make sure I’m safe, Mikey is a good friend.  As I step in I drop my backpack on the table by the door and kick my shoes off before heading to the kitchen to get a snack. I plop down in a chair as I eat some dried fruit and sip at my water while sending a text to my mom telling her I was having a sleepover tonight. 

Mom: Okay. Be safe. Love you.

Y/N: I will. Love you too.

I put my phone down to finish my snack and think about what movie I wanted to make Mikey watch tonight. Maybe Carrie, I mean it's fitting since Patrick was talking about his ex Carry. Or maybe Mean Girls cause it's a classic. Maybe even High School Musical just to fuck with Mikey. We shall see. I smirk to myself thinking of how mean I’m feeling like being to Mikey. I mean he is keeping a secret from me soo.

Once my snack is done I head upstairs to change into more comfy clothes for the day. But I kinda realize I should shower first cause school is fricken gross. So I grab a pair of black leggings and a baseball tee cause uhh no one needs to see my butt thanks, even if it is just Mikey and Gerard. I spend probably too long in the shower singing and just enjoying the heat but it's not like I don’t have the time. After I get out I brush out my wet hair and throw it back up in a dry towel to help get more moisture out. (real tip right there, double towel dry) I pull on my clothes and head out of the bathroom back to my room. I grab a bag from my closet for sleepovers and pack some pjs, an oversized New Jersey Devils shirt and a pair of shorts along with a pair of pants cause sometimes Mikey’s room is a fricken ice box. Then I grab some shorts and a shirt for the next day just in case we decide to get dressed and go somewhere. 

After I finish packing I head back to the now aired out bathroom to dry my hair and put some much needed moisturizer on my face. No makeup cause it's Mikey and we’ve seen the worst of each other in the past that I don’t ever feel pressured to wear makeup around him. Plus my skin has been looking nice lately. I head back to my room and throw myself onto my bed. The clock next to me reads 4:15, I’ve got enough time to try and take a nap so I can stay awake later tonight. I set an alarm on my phone for 6:15 since I know I might just end up watching tv or playing on my phone but I need to make sure to eat a snack because pizza probably won't happen till 8. I lay down, put on some calming music before setting my phone down and closing my eyes for a bit. 

~

The sound of chimes wake me up. Where the heck am I? What time is it? I look around and realize I’m still in my room. Damn I actually fell asleep, who knew I could nap? I turn off my alarm and slowly pull myself up out of bed. I rub my eyes and grab my bag and some socks to bring down stairs with me so I don’t have to come back up after my snack. I walk down the stairs to a semi dark house. The sun is going down and neither of my parents are home. Cool. I turn the porch light on and drop my bag and socks off at the front door before heading to the kitchen for some snackage. 

y/n/n: we still good for 7??

I text Mikey to double check. Sometimes he forgets when we are supposed to hang out and goes to do something before realizing he’s now late for our hang out. I grab a pb and j sandwich from the fridge and sit on my phone for a bit as I chill down stairs. I check the time after my second pb and j… they are so good I can’t just have one! It’s 6:50 which means I’m allowed to go over and bother Mikey early. I check my phone and still no reply so I send a quick text letting him know that I’m on my way. 

Grabbing my socks and shoes I sit on the floor by my bag taking my time just in case Mikey says not to go over yet. Once my black vans are on I stand up grabbing my bag and keys and checking my phone one more time. It's 6:53 and still no response so I’m heading over anyway so I can bug him. I head out my door, locking it behind me and taking a shortcut through my grass to the side walk. It's only a five minute walk and the sun is setting so it's still nicely lit, plus our neighbors usually stay inside at this time cause it's like family dinner time. I head to the Way house and check my phone at least three more times but still nothing. What a bitch. I think at Mikey, if only telepathy worked with us. Coming up on the Way residence I see the down stairs lights on but Mikey’s light isn’t on in his room. He better be downstairs and not out of the house right now. 

I knock on the door but there is no answer which means Mikey isn’t downstairs or he has headphones on again. I use my spare key, Thank you Mrs. Way, and open the front door.

“Honey I’m home” I say sarcastically as I close the door. Still nothing. I peek around into the living room and no one is there. Odd cause the lights are on. The Way parents are out at dinner at the moment with some clients or something is what Mikey told me during Music Theory today. Next I head to the kitchen but still nothing. I head over to the staircase to go find Mikey upstairs.

CRASH

I jump at the sudden sound nearly dropping my phone, my heart racing and I have to take a moment tocatch my breath. I look toward the basement door that leads to Gerards room. I hope he’s alright. I look back up the stairs and  the nonexistent light of Mikey’s bedroom. Mikey’s light wasn’t on, maybe he’s with Gerard in the basement and they are just messing around. I leave my bag at the bottom of the stairs and kick my shoes off too before heading to the basement door. Why are basements always so creepy? Or is it cause no one is up here that it makes it worse than usual. I’ve been in Gerard’s room before but only to borrow comics and Mikey took me down there. I open the door and listen for a moment before doing anything. There’s just silence and if I didn’t know this house as good as my own I would be feeling way more scared but I still feel like I’m in a horror movie right now. I open my phone up and dial 911 just in case I’m about to be fucking murdered in my best friends basement. 

The lights are on down there which is better than anything else so I start to head down the stairs slowly. As I make it down the stairs I scan the room for the boys hoping they are just fucking with me and are trying to scare me. Reaching the bottom step I look around and notice a person laying on the floor by the open window. 

“Oh shit! Gerard?!” I ran over to him once I recognized his black greasy hair. He’s slumped on his side and groans as I approach him. “Are you okay?” I reach out and grab his shoulder turning him to lay on his back so I can see his face better. I suck in a breath as I notice blood dripping down his chin and also the dark stain at the top of his blue sweatshirt which is probably more blood. 

“Oh fuck!” I jump up and run to his bathroom grabbing a towel and running back crashing down next to him to stop the bleeding wherever the hell it's coming from as fast as I can. I press the towel gently to his face to try and wipe away some blood when his eyes snap open. Oh shit. In an instant I’m on my back, wind knocked out of me and towel still in my left hand with Gerard pinning my arms to the side of me while hovering over me with red eyes.

[sbwriel-cymraeg]

Eddie Kaspbrak deserved better.

Let me start with this. IT, written by Stephen King, made into a movie in 2017 and then another in 2019, about a clown with a big forehead, who likes dining on children, and gets his ass kicked by a group of teenage misfits (and then again when said misfits are just about past their midlife crisis). It's a horror, it's creepy and it's gross, now you see, I don't do horrors. I'm an absolute wuss. I can't even walk into a creepy abandoned building without a plank of wood in my hand for protection, and at least two people on either side of me who would obviously be kidnapped first (and that gives me enough time to scream and run away). Anyway, I don't like horrors. So you can probably guess that there was no way in hell, or earth, that I would be watching something that involved a terrifying monster who drools as much as a bulldog (he should seriously get that checked). No way I was going to read the book, as much as I love reading, and wouldn't even consider the original from the 90s although the 90s rules the movie scene (don't argue, we all know Jurassic Park is the best movie of all time). But the thing was, I have a friend, and he can be very persuading (in the form of pizza and snacks) and also, I'm a huge McAvoy fan, and James Ransone, I've never seen that guy before but well, when I saw him in the trailer, hello handsome. And don't get me started on Bill Hader, man do I fancy that bloke... Anyway I'm going off topic. So blah blah, we end up sitting down one night, with our buffet and many cups of tea, and weirdly, we start watching IT Chapter 2 first, because he wanted to see it since it was new. I go into it with no bloody clue what was going on, who was who, why parents would let their kid out in the rain by themselves, or how nobody noticed a load of bodies leaking out of the sewer. I was asking alot of questions. But, here's the thing. Onto the whole point of this rant. Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie Spaghetti. Eds. The cute, little, angry man who instantly caught my attention (not just by the fact that Mr Ransone is a handsome S.O.B). From the moment he sped down the road in his posh jeep, yelling at other drivers (I feel your pain Eds) to crashing said posh jeep because he was distracted by a phone call (bad Eddie!) He instantly stole my 28 year old, attracted to dark and handsome older men, heart. Of course, I had no clue about these characters, all I saw was cute, angry man, funny dork with glasses, red headed lady, that guy from New Zealand, man who lasted five seconds, handsome librarian, and Professor X, and of course that clown that lives in the drain. So, as the movie went on, Eddie became my number one (Richie following behind in second). I learnt all about him from my friend, and more about him during the film, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the little bastard. He had a wife that I could tell he didn't love who treated him like doodoo, as a kid his dearest mom was overprotective, controlling and gave him freaking placebos to make him think he was ill (the fuck Mrs K?), that made him so nervous about getting sick and paranoid beyond belief, and I mean, his job wasn't the most exciting. Not to mention he has anxiety worse than a nun in a whore house, and was obviously afraid the most out of the group. And then, AND THEN, the film decides to drop some hints about Richie. Ah, dearest Richie, who has perfect taste in men. He's in love with Eddie. In. Freaking. Love with him. You could tell by the way he was so protective of him, constantly made fun of him (we all know that's how dudes get their crushes attention) and of course, R + E. So, of course, nearing the end of the movie, there's me grinning like an idiot, having the thought of Eddie and Richie getting out of the final fight untouched, Richie declaring his undying love for his Eddie Spaghetti, Eddie admitting his feelings for his Trashmouth, getting a kiss in there, Eds declaring he was divorcing him moth- sorry, wife, and the two walking into the sunset to start a new life together, in a nice cottage in the hills, getting married, having three kids, five dogs, ten cats, and living happily ever after. But then, my hopes and dreams were shattered. Stephen, I'm looking at you. They killed Eddie. THEY KILLED EDDIE! EDDIE! Out of all the FREAKING characters they could have booted off, they chose Eddie the rage monster, the little man with a big personality, the least deserving to freaking die in my opinion. Stephen, how could you? How could you?! Why did he have to die? Why did they have to end his life that way? Why couldn't he have a happy ending like the rest of the Losers? Not including Richie of course. Oh no, they didn't just fuck Eddie over, they also fucked over Richie. Killing the love of his life, right after he saves him, bleeding all over his big ass glasses, calling his name softly, looking at him with his big, brown eyes. Yep, Richie probably went home after the Kissing Bridge and thought about Eddie every damn day of his life. But no, they didn't just kill Eddie, oh no no, they went a step further. They left his body to rot in the sewers. Yes Andy, I'm glaring at you, you evil, evil man. They didn't take the route that Mr King took in his book, or from the original IT movie (yes I watched that later on too) no, Mr A decided to have Eddie die all alone whilst the Losers finished off Pennywise, then have Richie go back and see his dead body, freak out and have hope that they can save him, hug him tight, and not let him go. And then, oh boy, and then, they have Mike and Ben literally FORCE Richie off of Eddie, and DRAG him out of the sewers. WITHOUT EDDIE. I'm sorry Mr Andy, but tell me, how could they, Eddie's best friends, the ones who were always there for him, who they loved and adored, leave Eddie there in the sewers, all alone, in the dark, dirty, graveyard that would have had Eddie crying at the thought? It didn't make ANY sense to me. If Ben and Mike had the strength to drag a struggling, six foot something Richie away from Eddie, then surely they could have picked Eddie up between them, and got him out of there. If I was Richie, I would have decked the lot of them, Losers or not. And that's where I got pretty darn mad. Eddie didn't deserve that shit. For one, he didn't deserve to die. And two, he didn't deserve to be left down there, to slowly decay. He should have been pulled out by his friends, Richie could have had a moment with him, Eddie could have been given a funeral where his friends, and especially Richie could have said goodbye. Then, they'd have had somewere where they could memorialise him, go back and place flowers and silly things like inhalers and red shorts on his headstone, have a get together and remember him and talk to him, somewhere where Richie could always go to, knowing that Eddie was put to rest properly, and somewhere were he could sit and cry to himself, remembering all the fucking good times they had as kids and how god damn hard he fell for the crazy little shit. But, nah, we'll just leave him in the sewers, under a collapsed house, somewhere the Losers wouldn't want to visit again, somewhere they can't have a funeral, can't put Eddie to rest, somewhere that has too many bad memories and would remind everyone of how exactly Eddie lost his life. So yeah, you can say I'm pretty mad about all of that. I know he's a fictional character, but damn, he didn't deserve that shit. Neither did Richie. And to make it worse, when I watched the first movie afterwards, Eddie was just as freaking hilarious, and ridiculous as his older self. Little Eddie was a force to be reckoned with, he was definitely still my favourite even as a kid. The dude who played him, huge kudos to him. How could you not like tiny Eddie? It also showed me a lot more about how Eddie grew up, by that I mean how his mother really did treat him, and boy did I hate the fact that he died even more! So yeah, I may have gone off on one a tad... I couldn't help myself, Eddie Kaspbrak has now got a big place in the fictional character side of my heart. Just goes to show just how much actors can make an impact on people's lives, and how real they make them seem! So, I've said my part, and it's pretty obvious what I think about the ending to Mr Spaghetti's story. Encase you didn't get how I feel about it, it sucked. Eddie Kaspbrak should have lived. Should have had a second chance, especially with Richie! Not all movies follow the ending of books, so why did this one have to? Why did Ben and Redhead get to have a happily ever after and Richie and Eddie didn't? Why didn't they at least make his death meaningful and give him the send off he deserved? In other words, Eddie deserved better. That should be the motto of the movie. That's me signing off, I'm going to go be mad somewhere else, because I'll never get over this movie. I'm a huge fan now, but man, the ending was as bad as Bill's endings. Oh and uh, fuck you Pennywise. Oh, also, if anyone's going to Wales Comic con this Saturday (you should, because James Ransone will be there, I know right, what are the chances?) come say hi. I'll be dressed in a yellow raincoat and green wellies, holding a red balloon... Don't ask why, I just like the colours. See you later, Losers.

[eerythingisshaka]

Going Up?

[Trevante Rhodes x Black!PlusSize Reader]

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings:  Smut of some kind

A/N:  I FINALLY have a bday fic present for @nickidub718!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Happy Birthday to you, I hope you had a good one and see a many more!  You’ve been a great internet fam member to me, supportive, engaging and I couldn’t rest until this fic was finished (sis, this was a challenge lol I ain’t written smut in so long).  This is my first Trevante fic, so hopefully it suffices!

The elevator dings after what felt like an eternity of waiting after you pressed the call button.  You stand by the gold gilded doors, patiently standing by until finally opened.  You do an internal fist pump at the sight of an empty car, strolling in quickly and punching your floor number and the close door button to make a clean getaway.

“Wait, hold up!”  A deep voice calls.  A hand comes between the closing doors, followed by a strong arm pushing them back forcefully.  You jump at the action breaking your peace, watching as a man exhales in relief, walking on to the elevator with a smile that would make a turkey on Thanksgiving feel at ease about their life.  

“Hey, sorry about that.  I’d hate to wait for a new one.”  The man stands across the way from you as you look ahead, giving a tight smile.  As much as you were looking forward to a ride up alone, you see out of your peripheral his wide shoulders under his dark colored jacket, beautiful dark skin tone, 6 ft at least with a voice that can make a maniac sane.

“If you don’t mind me asking, you live here?”  He asks bluntly.  You look at him in confusion.

“Um...yeah, it’s a hotel.”  You say.

He scratches the back of his head.  “Yeah I know, I just wondered were you visiting or staying.”

You watch the numbers light up as the elevator travels.

“What’s your name?”  He asks.

You scoff.  “ I honestly think you're doing a lot right now asking all these questions.”

He shakes his head.  “No...no I’m not.  It’s just….a beautiful woman like you, going home alone….must have a name.”

His smile does you in this time, making you smile back but you look away.  “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t if it weren’t for me getting stood up.  I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but work comes first….it always does.”

He clicks his thick tongue at you.  “That ain’t right.  If you were mine, I would leave work early just to see you.”  His voice drags the sentence out deep and slow.

“Yeah?”

He makes a face of disbelief.  “Hell yeah!  Dinner ready, table set, bath ran, the works!”

You shuffle anxiously, feeling yourself get warm from all of this complimentary conversation from a stranger.  “Well,  I appreciate that.  I’m sure a guy like you has his pick of the litter when it comes to women.”

He cocks his head to the side, closing the space between you ever so carefully.  “I don’t pick them, they pick me.  And I’m hoping you do tonight.”

You look up at him, studying his eyes as he becomes just inches away from your face, his soft cucumber scented cologne wafting.  You can tell in his face he was a cutie as a kid and for some reason that makes you feel safe next to him.  You can tell he is a problem, but in this moment, you really don’t care.  As long as he wasn't starting an issue with you, why not walk on the wild side for once.

“What’s your name?  You ask.

“I asked first.”  He retorts.  You give your name, and he gives his: Trevante.

“What floor are you on?” You ask.

He shrugs, eyes beginning to wander your body.  “Whatever floor you’re on.”

You decided in that moment to take a chance on him.  Your night was not going to be ruined by some asshole who wanted to neglect you on your night of much needed romance.  If another man as fine as this one comes along to volunteer to give you what you needed, who were you to look a gift horse in the dick.  

The elevator finally makes it to your floor and you both step off to walk down the hall.  Your room isn’t far as you take your keycard out to open the door.  It appears your man had intentions on making an effort, but abandoned it halfway through.  The plush carpet now has the pattern of scattered rose petals leading to the comforter of your bed.  You stare in awe of the candles on you bedside dresser and table waiting to be lit, 90s R&B playlist musing your soul as you clutch your pearls.

Trevante looks around making a low whistle with his lips.  “You really know how to wine and dine a nigga.”

You scoff at him.  “This isn’t me, this is FOR me.”  A card rests on a pillow with your name on it, handwritten by someone else obviously because your man had no good writing capabilities.  

“Read it out loud for me.”  Tre asks, coming up behind you.

You roll your eyes,, tearing open the envelope to read the note.

“‘In this place you’ll find great jewels, but these rubies were once a fools.’  Oh my God, this dude was sending me on a scavenger hunt.

Trevante looks at the note front and back.  “Huh.  Seems kinda lame but it might be fun.”   He hops on the bed, causing the rose petals to jump, stretching out like an alley cat.  “Let’s see what he got for you.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels and taking off your jacket.  “Fine!  It better get tougher because this one is real elementary.”  You say as you walk over to your beveled glass jewelry box, lifting the handle to find a box of large, juicy strawberries from the farmer’s market.

“Oooh, these look delicious!  Mm, can’t wait to wrap my mouth around these…”  You moan in delight as you pick one up to enjoy.

“Aye!  Let’s make a bet?”  Trevante says as he flicks a lighter on, kneeling on the bed as he works on the bedside candles.  “Find these clues he giving you before I finish lighting these candles, and you can set the rhythm for what we do tonight.  But if I win, I do.”

You look back at Trevante, who has taken off his jacket and shoes, getting real comfortable, but agree because what else was there to do?  You pick the strawberries out the box to find a familiar looking card along the bottom of the box.  Opening it up, you read the next riddle.

“‘The city lights look so bright, good enough for an evening delight’....Ok, question.”

“Answer.”  Trevante retorts, lighting the last candle on the table and walking over to the ones on your dresser.

“You think all the riddles related to things in this room?  Cuz I’m not trying to look like a fool looking for shit on the street.”

Trevante guffaws, throwing his head back as he sets a candle down gracefully.  “It wouldn’t make sense to set all this shit up here and make you leave.  Use your head, you on the clock.”

You nod, looking at the note again.  “Ok, then I’ll check this window and see…”  Your windows were closed with heavy bamboo blinds, rolling one up you find a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Picking them up, you turn to him, making a confused face but laughing all the same.  “I hope you not lactose, because I will definitely make a split outta you in a minute.”

Trevante had two candles left on the dresser.  “You soundin a little nervous over there, tryna tell jokes and shit.  You got one more clue before I win my night with you.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at you tauntingly.  

You roll your eyes, peeling a card off the back of the syrup bottle.  “It’s fine, I’m not a sore loser.”

“Yeah, you bout to be though.”  He mutters.

“‘Treats aren’t sweet until they are in the right wrapper.  Open this door to find yours.’  Ok, I don’t think they’re making this big of a deal for a condom, so let’s see...Should I go ahead and check my closet?”

Trevante is holding the last candle in his hand, unlit and tossing it up in the air like a softball repeatedly.  “Couldn’t hurt to check.”

You put the cream and syrup down, making a beeline for your closet, pulling back the doors to find a black box with a red ribbon wrapped around it.  Your mouth fell open as your fingers traced the embedded Savage x Fenty label on the top.  

“You got two minutes to put that on before I order you forfeit.”  Trevante’s voice carries across the room as a warning.

“This isn’t a very fair game, I gotta say.”  You whine, picking up the box to head to the bathroom.

“Where you goin?”  Trevante questions your path with a quickness.

You freeze in place.  “I’m goin to change…”

Trevante shakes his head slow.  “Uh uh, I want you to change out here.  Make sure things are fitting right.”  He sits on the edge of the bed, wide legged to study your every move.

You balk at him.  “I don’t know you and you’re just being really extra right now, but I fucks with it so lemme shut up.”

You see Trevante’s white teeth like the Cheshire cat in the shadows as you untie the knot and open the box.  You’ve been eyeing some new shit from Rihanna’s line for a minute but didn’t have the courage to bite the bullet for fear of disappointing quality or sizing problems.  Past the wrapping paper, you find a royal purple bra and panty matching set.  Both have a satin applique embroidery across the material that made the sexy set so cute.

“Aww, look!  This is one of the ones I wanted to try!”  You exclaim, tossing the items on the bed to proceed to snatch your shirt and skirt off without shame.

You hear the flick of his lighter as he ignites the last candle.  “Yeah, you got good taste.  That color gonna look bomb on you too.”

You turn away from him as you take off your tired bra to replace it with the new Fenty certified one.  You felt your girls lift with pride as you clasp the hooks behind you and adjust the straps.  A little recalibrating of your titties and BAM!  You were ready to work work work!  Next you drop your draws kick them off to the side and pull up the matching new pair.  These also have an adorable peekaboo lace up right above your booty that you quickly admire as you run to the mirror to turn and look at.  

The panties have little charms on either side, no bigger than your pinky nail:  a dice block, heart, x and o’s, and a cherry.  You couldn’t help drinking in your reflection in the mirror, sliding your hands across the material holding up your breasts, running your fingers down your cleavage over your belly to the top of your waistband.  The material leaves little to the imagination due to it being sheer as well as tightly fitted around your waist and thighs.

You barely notice Trevante walking up behind you in the reflection, feeling yourself get shy again as he breaks your trance in your own world.

“How you like em?”  He asks, licking his lips as he stands just inches behind you, lightly twirling a charm between his fingers against your hip.

You nod biting your lips.  “It’s perfect, so damn sexy and cute, just my speed.”

Trevante breathes in deeply as he wraps his arms around you, putting a steady squeeze on your frame as he chin rests against your shoulder.  “I don’t think we hit your speed yet.”

“No?”  You ask quietly, resting your hands on top of his.

He shakes his head, spreading his hands wide across your stomach, appreciating the softness of your lingerie and body under his grasp, squeezing your hips roughly, you feel his presence against you even more.

“I like this on you, for sure.  But I think you could use a few extra...toppings to set you off.”  He looks at you in the reflection mischievously.

Your eyes squint as the gears start to turn in your head.  “And that means…”

Trevante pecks your cheek lightly as he points to the table with your scavenger items lined up:  whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate syrup.

You laugh out loud, bumping your butt against him to push him off you.  “I’m not trying to be a sundae for you,  I just wanna fuck.”

Trevante’s mouth hangs open in a wide as he struts slowly across the floor to pick up the items.  “You see the room right?  Lit up, aromatic, turned down just so that we can turn up, yeah?”

You nod in agreeance.

“But, the bet at the beginning was that if I beat you at putting on the final touches, i.e. the candle lighting, then I get to use this on you as I so choose.  You remember that?”

His tone is cocky, conniving, yet so charismatic as he convinces you of the deal you agreed to.

You cross your arms defensively.  “I ain’t into food fights man, this just seems extra complicated and boring to me.”

Trevante shakes his head, smiling all the same.  “You don’t know me well enough.  I’ll make it interesting, I promise.  Just sit back on the bed there.”

You scoff at him walking in the direction hesitantly.  “If you get one drop of that chocolate on these good sheets, I swear.”

“You better be glad you look good walking away, or I wouldn’t make this as fun for you no more.”  Trevante says,  putting the goods on his side of the bed, untucking his shirt, opening each button one by one.

“I don’t want fun, I want the business.”  You mutter, laying back with a plop on the pillows.

Trevante shrugs his shoulders as he reaches to untie his tie.  “Put your hands up.”

You look at the tie in his hands and back at his face, shaking your head.  Trevante tuts at you, gripping your forearms firmly as he swings his leg over you to straddle.  He brings lowers himself over you, eyes moving slowly over your face, studying you.  

“You said you wouldn’t be a sore loser.  Now you know I won’t hurt you, so quit acting silly and relax for once.”

You mull over his words.  “You know you haven’t kissed me since I got here.”

Tre’s lips curl back at your words before landing softly on top of yours.  This is just enough to get you started as you parted your lips quickly to let your tongue loose across his lips.  You wanted him badly in between you but his straddling you made that impossible.  You allowed him to move your arms back as your tongues teased one another, he moans into your mouth while sucking down hard on your bottom lip, intoxicating your senses before you realized his hands worked the scarf around your wrists and the headboard.  

His hands run down the soft parts of your arm, reaching just above your armpit you begin to squirm.

“Tre!  Stop!  You not supposed to be tickling me, DAMN!”  You giggle between protests.  

Trevante laughs triumphantly as he reaches for the hem of his tank top to stretch it over his body, tossing it across the room safely away from the flames.  Your breath catches in your chest as you view his body.  He was not playing fair keeping you strapped down from feeling his beady curls decorating his proud chest, and not allowing your palms to caress the defined mountains and canyons that made up his abdominals.  If chocolate cake turned into a man with the snap of your fingers, Trevante would appear.  He looked just as succulent, rich, and left you licking your fingers wanting more.

“Ok, what now?”  You ask breathlessly.  Trevante gets up to walk casually to the end of the bed, grabbing the whipped cream.

“Open your them legs for me.”  He commands you, shaking the can as he growth in his pants.  You do so eagerly, feeling slight relief in letting your pussy breathe from the building pressure on her.  He walks on his knees toward you, laying prone between your thighs, aiming the can at your inner right thigh.  The air pressure sound of the can makes you jump a little as the white cream fluffs across the darker skin if your inner thigh, contrasting well for Trevante’s view.

He sets the can down, unfurling his wide tongue, spreading it across you skin to lap up the sweet indulgence between your legs.  Your leg jumps at the sensation making your core throb as you bite your lip at the sight, you laugh nervously.

“Do it taste good to you?”  You ask meekly.

Trevante nods.  “Of course you sweet to me.  You wanna try it?”  

You nod, opening your mouth as he grabs the can.  He tips the can to his mouth, filling it with cream before meandering his way up your body.  You try to hold back your laughter as you toys with your mouth, nudging it with his nose and lips to feed you the cream.  

“You are ridiculous!”  You exclaim but eventually opening your to his, he uses his tongue to give you a taste, letting you suck the sweetness from his mouth.  The action becomes more natural as his hips instinctually rock against your heat, stiffening against you.  You get excited from his quiet ‘shit’ you hear him say as he breaks away from your mouth.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, blinking a few times as he straightens up to grab the syrup.  “Ok, punishment almost done.”

You stick your bottom lip out.  “Darn!”

His muscles flex as he breaks the seal of the bottle, popping the top.  “Where should I put this?”

“Do I get a say in that?”  You ask.

He smirks shaking his head.  “It was rhetorical.”  His wide hand lays flat against your throat, not applying pressure but caressing the sensitivity of your windpipe and what could be.  His chest rises and falls while his eyelids grow heavy.  His hand travels down your neck to massage your titty, thumbing across the peak of one of your nipples, your back caves toward him begging for his touch to deepen.  

He tips the bottle bottle over your midsection, making a circle around your belly button.  He bends down to bring his tongue across you, enjoying dessert on your belly.  His tongue linger over one area of your stomach.

“I like this scar here.”  He says softly, tracing the bolt of stretch marks across your belly like a treasure map.  

You grow anxious from this intimacy.  Noticing details about your body, worshiping the ‘imperfections’ made you feel more beautiful than he could ever understand.  

“I earned them.  This thickness doesn’t come cheap.”  You quip.

Trevante looks up at you with a look of desire you barely had time to decipher.  

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to enjoy it.  It’s so damn sexy.”  His tone drops an octave causing you to writhe under him.

“How sexy am I to you?”

His eyes lock on your as his fingers reach the tops of your cups, to free your breasts from their binds.  He brings them together gently, kissing around your areola slowly.  Each audible peck, seeing the softness of this hard boy over you made your senses go into overdrive, threatening your shoulder sockets as you begin to buck your ties when his mouth locks onto your nipples.  

You gasp, melting yourself into his mouth as much as possible as you encourage him through gritted teeth.  Your legs rub along his sides, hooking him closer to your core as you hope for more of him to come soon.  

Trevante pulls himself from your chest to crawl downward, firmly but carefully pulling down your charmed underwear.

“Tre, wait!”  

Trevante wasn’t looking for that reaction as he peered at you in confusion.

“I mean, just untie me.  I can’t take anymore of this without some control of my body, and I know that mouth will make me dislocate my arms.”

Trevante shakes his head as he crawls over you to turn you loose.  “Aight, but don’t be wildin on me.”

Soon as you felt the loosening of your wrists, you tore yourself away pushing Tre on his back.

“Whoa, the fuck?  I thought I -”

“That’s not what I wanna hear.  Get to work!”  You adjust yourself across his face, splaying your pussy above his mouth.  “You wanna eat so damn bad, eat something good for you.”

You pat his head between your legs as he looks up at you playfully while you unhook your bra to free your titties completely.  His hands wrap around your thighs before dipping into your treasure, spreading your lips with his tongue, painting his name inside of you.  

Your jaw drops at first lick, contracting your stomach as he teases your clit with a smart occasion flick that makes you putty in his hands.  Your dare to sit yourself down further on his face, which Tre moans gleefully over.  The sucking, tasting sounds of his mouth against you make you shiver as you connect it to your orgasm building.  

“Stay right there, that’s….the rhythm I….OH!”  You grip his skull like a bowling ball as you become unhinged.  Tre smacks your ass, shaking it to and fro while you ride your orgasm out arching backward on a high.  You work your hips into his mouth while reaching backward. Finding the top of his trousers.  

Expertly, you undo his top button, sliding his fly down carefully as his erection threatens the room left in his pants.  You look over your shoulder seeing his dick resting against his stomach, thick and heavy, and jerking every so often.  Taking the tip in your hands, you massage his already moistened head, stretching the wetness along his shaft.

Tre smacks your ass again.  “You gonna kill me with this pussy of yours.” He says with a southern drawl.

You laugh breathlessly as you feel him grow under your grip.  “And imma bring that ass back to life just so I can ride this dick again.”

You smile to yourself proudly jacking him off while he eats you out, a happy prequel to your love making.  

But Tre isn't one to keep you comfortable in one spot too long.  Before you knew, his grip on your backside grows stronger.  You feel his thighs tightening and soon you're up in the air.  Tre went from completely flat to lifting you in the air with nothing to hold onto but his head.  Your hands and thighs grip around him with a death grip.

“Tre! Don't you EVER do that without telling me first!”  you scold him, thank God and cursing him.

Trevante’s hands find the center of your back and leans forward.  Your thigh grip lessens but you keep a firm grip on his head as your legs roll down his shoulders.

You look up at him petrified in this circus act while he just grins at you all goofy.  “If I told you, you wouldn't wanna do it.”

Your heart rate begins to calm down some.  “Yeah you right!”

Tre shrugs.  “I can't help but want my baby sitting high on her throne.  That pussy motivates me to do some crazy shit, and that look on your face was worth it.”

“That so? Or you just tryna make sure you don’t cum too fast on me?” You rebuttal.

He looks up a moment in thought.  “nah, i don't think that's ever happened.  That was a cute trick though.”

“You're not the only one with em.”  You say, stroking his beard shining with your juices embedded in his curls.  You couldn't help but want a taste as you kissed him, hungrier than before with the whipped cream.  You couldn't take much more foreplay and Tre read that too as you feel one hand playing with his dick between you, slapping it across your pussy lips.  He exhaled sharply through his teeth as you massage his scalp, scooting to line yourself up with his dick more; a feat more difficult given your legs on his shoulders.  But once he found his way inside, your extremities unanimously degraded under his girth.  Your back bent outta shape as your neck gave way to moan.  He hadn't even made his way completely inside and you were already a mess.

“Shhh, don't start acting up.  I ain't even started with you yet.”  Tre says, kissing your chin softly.

“Just go slow, gatdamn.”  You wince.

“Don't worry, I plan to savor every surface of these walls.” He groans as you feel him stretch you out more and more.  The first stroke took forever to complete before he was deep inside you, your muscles contracting around his dick without control to become used to him, now you needed him to move.  Knees in your chest, dick in your gut, you could barely breathe.

“You want me to hit that pussy fast or slow?”  He asks, gripping your hips to move you on him slowly.

You feel flush and anxious.  “Just hit it daddy, please.  I need it.”

He nods laying his forehead against yours.  “Whatever you want.”  Sounded more like a warning as he splayed your legs wider to wrap around his body.  You rub his neck gingerly as he pulled in and out of you slow at first, your pussy makes soft, wet noises, pleasantly accepting his dick within you.  

Soon his pace begins to quicken, spreading his lap under you for stability as his hips rise against you.  His strokes create a recoil in your body, bouncing against him erratically.  You hold tight to his shoulders for dear life feeling yourself on the edge.

Trevante’s face fights for a stoic appearance but you make it hard for him.  “Who you been hiding this pussy from?”

You run your hands along his chest; soft skin over a hardened interior, your own personal human stress ball to squeeze.  

“I haven’t...hid from nobody…”  You say broken up by your passions.  

Trevante’s  pulls you into him, holding you tightly as he suckles on your neck and chest, using his full arm strength to bounce you on top of him vigorously.  The sudden change in position shocked the hell out of your clit, now getting direct stimulation with his rhythm.  

“Mm, that ass sounds nice bouncing on me.  Make it sing baby.”  Tre encourages you as you attempt to keep up before your climax makes you almost tap out.  But Tre wasn’t a quitter, making sure you whimpered his name like it was your final wish.

Tre groans loudly, taking your hair in his hands to pull your mouth on his once more, his tongue dances inside your mouth so strong you knew it wasn’t over yet.

A smack on your left booty cheek brings you back down to earth again.  “Get on your hands and knees, I wanna see that ass bounce on me in real time.”

Before your could protest for a break, he picks you up with one arm wrapped around your waist before turning and tossing you on the bed.  

“Oh shit!  Damn you too strong!  You hulking out on me when I’m vulnerable.”  You whine as he twists your leg to turn you over.

“There you go talking again.  The game is over, and I ain’t come here to play with you.”  He lays on top of you starting at the nape of your neck, sliding kisses down your back.  Your muscles twitch with each massage of his mouth over your back, not missing a nook or cranny around before reaching your backside.  Tre creates an arch in your back, pulling your hips back and knees forward for the perfect position.

Tre chuckles as he rubs on your cheeks.  “I think we got this pussy going rabid now.”

“The fuck does that mean?”  You ask, face down in your comforter.

“Pussy lookin like it’s foaming at the mouth, it’s so creamed up.  Ain’t no dick like new dick for you, huh?”  Tre emphasizes his point with a simple stroke of his tip against your pussy lips

You nod, looking back at him sheepishly.  “Mhm, it’s my favorite.  You’ve been a big surprise.”

“We gotta make this happen more often…”  Tre pushes himself inside you again, renewing your arousal.  Gripping the sheets you steady yourself for him to pound away, but instead are met with a slow, almost lazy stroke.  

You whine.  “What’re you doing, give me something.”

Tre  just stands behind you rubbing your back.  “I said I wanna see that ass dance, make it dance.”  

You smirk as you catch his drift, pushing back into him until you feel your limit being reached, sliding down his shaft again.  You make a slight wind of your hips as you maintain a rhythm, bumping your cheeks against this pelvis.

“God, you feel so good.”  You moan as your head drops.

“Uh uh, come on, that shit looks too good, pick your head up and throw it back.”  Tre demands, sliding his hand up your back to pull your head back.  You seethe from the new pressure but fall in line with his encouragement.  Retaining your posture you bounce against him thoughtfully, squeezing around him periodically for good measure.  Tre leans over you keeping ahold of your hair as the applause of your bodies in motion raises in volume.

“That’s it, put all that shit on me.”  Tre  says, biting down as your pussy yanks his dick over and over again.

“Yes, daddy, mm hurt me please.”

“You say hurt you?”

You nod, grabbing your breasts to stabilize their bounce as he pounds against your ass, slapping you over and over.  You knees begin to give out, falling down on the bed as Tre follows behind you.

“I don’t know what you running from.  You want this ass whipped, Imma give you that.”  He says, throttling your pussy as you lay on your stomach, fingers clawing into your linens, toes gnarled in arousal as you scream into the mattress.

“What was that?”  Tre asks, pausing his assault as he lifts on leg to twist you around on your back while still inside you.  Putting one leg on your shoulder.  He leans over you with hands on either side of your body thrusting harder within you.  Your hand presses against his stomach,trying your best to remain in control.

“What were you saying when I had that ass in the air?”  Tre asks.

You stifle your moans, gritting your teeth.  “It.. wasn’t...nothing…”

“You look like you got a lot to say, so say it.”  Tre breathes hard over you, grabbing your titties as his strokes doesn’t relent.

“It’s...too….good…”  You squeak.

“What is?”  His hands find your throat.

“That...dick...ohhhh, it’s too good!”

“You ain’t telling me shit I don’t know.  This pussy takin it well.”  He squeezes his hands around you.

You sigh loudly feeling your arousal climb as your breathing shallows.  “You make it feel good daddy!”

“You gonna save this pussy for me later?”  Tre asks.

“I’ll save it for you again and again and-AH!”  You smack his chest in frustrated bliss as he makes you cum hard, strangling his shaft between you, your leg threatens to cramp up as he bears down on you, keeping you hollering at the top of your lungs as your hands fall, surrendering to his body.  

“I want stay in this.” Tre groans.

“Cum in me baby, please cum.”  You beg, holding his face carefully,  He turns his head to kiss your palm, digging you out dramatically as his pressure climbs.  Soon his body falls on top of you, filling you up.

“Ah, fuck. Oh shit, girl.  Damn….”  You both remain still a minute, heartbeat to heartbeat still excitedly beat as your bodies catch up to the current intermission.  

Tre rolls off of you and on his back, watching the ceiling.  You carefully roll over in his area, kissing his chest, twirling and rubbing the hairy, soft, firmness that is his magnificent body; feeling the rise and fall of his tightening stomach.  

“How long you want me around for?”  Trevante asks, running his fingers along your face.

You rest your chin on his chest, thinking.  “I would feel bad if I didn’t get you some room service by the time morning comes.”

“What about ole dude?  He not coming back tonight?”

“Honey, he’s not coming nowhere near me after this.  My pussy got a whole new muscle memory that he is no longer eligible for.”

Masterlist

[lesbian-deadpool]

Tony, His Adopted Blue Murder Child, And Co.

Tony has created a chat.

Tony has renamed the chat: Fuck Space. Fuck This Shit. I Want Pizza.

Tony: All byyyyyy myyyyy seeeeelf.

Tony: Don't wanna be.

Tony: All byyyyyyyy myyyyyyy seeeeeeelf!

Nebula has joined the chat.

Tony: Tf? Leave me alone to my suffering.

Nebula: Bitch make me.

Tony: Okay, Smurfette fite me.

Nebula: Nah, can't be bothered.

Nebula: Come over here and let me shoot you.

Tony: Don't wanna walk.

Tony: Messing with this ship has exhausted me.

Nebula: Fuck that cable...

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: I don't think I need to elaborate on that.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: What? Who was that?

Tony: I have absolutely no clue.

Nebula: Anyway... how long till we touch solid ground again?

Tony: Please refer to my previous answer.

Nebula: Well ain't you just 190lbs of sarcasm.

Tony: Hey! This body is a tight 171lbs.

Tony: But you're right, the majority of it is sarcasm, yes.

Nebula: And what's the rest of it?

Tony: Trauma.

Nebula: Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that.

Tony: Peter used to help me.

Nebula: With your trauma??

Tony: Peter told me he was sorry.

Nebula: What?

Tony: Peter used to say that.

Nebula: Okay...

Tony: Peter used to say that, too!

Nebula: Are you crying?

Tony: Fuck no. Tony Stark doesn't cry for anybody. You can thank my abusive father for that :)

Nebula: I know how you feel.

Nebula: We both have bad fathers.

Nebula: Thanos will breathe his last breath soon enough. Then your son will be avenged.

Tony: PETER USED TO BREATH!

Nebula: Tf?

Nebula: Seriously, stop crying.

Tony: I'm not crying.

Nebula: Then what's that coming out of your eyes?

Tony: Oh, this?

Tony: This is just some depression leaking from my eyes. It's a natural occurrence.

Nebula: ... so, crying?

Tony: HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Nebula: I can see you dude, you're bawling your fucking eyes out.

Tony: SHUT UP.

Nebula: Hey, now you can drink your tears!

Tony: I'M NOT CRYING. I told you, it's liquid depression!

Nebula: Ffs.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your tears, Tony.

Tony has renamed the chat: Go fuck yourself, Nebula.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your liquid depression, Tony.

Tony: That's more like it, thank you.

Nebula: Are all humans like this?

Tony: Only the ones with issues.

Tony: So yes.

Nebula: What a race.

Tony: You can't tell me you've never cried.

Nebula: When I was a child. Before Thanos removed my ability to cry, along with most of my body parts, and organs, replacing them with metal.

Tony: ...

Tony: You're my child now.

Tony: I'm signing your adoption papers. You're legally my child now.

Tony: I've always wanted a daughter.

Tony: You will be safe with me. I promise.

Nebula: ... that was really sweet, and I don't know how to reply to that.

Tony: My God, you are my daughter.

Tony: Don't worry, I will give you the fatherly love you deserve.

Nebula: Your son was so lucky.

Tony: Wait, son? Huh?

Nebula: Yes. That little spider child.

Tony: Peter?

Nebula: Yeah, that one.

Tony: Peter wasn't my son.

Nebula: He wasn't?

Tony: No.

Tony: Yes, I loved him like he was my son. Tried to guide him with what fatherly wisdom I may have. I tried to protect him with my heart and soul. Was proud of every-single-thing he did. Went to every special event he had. He won his high school decathlon you know. He's so smart. And special. I was lucky to have someone so happy in my life. OMG, I miss him so much. Come back, my son!

Tony: So, yeah. Not my son at all.

Nebula: Right... whatever you say...

Tony: Oh my, I almost forgot I was so excited. Consent is key.

Tony: Would you like to be my daughter?

Nebula: Aren't I a little too old to get adopted?

Tony: Idc.

Tony: ???

Nebula: .............. yespleaseIwouldlovethatverymuch............

Tony: Alrighty then. You are my child. I love you, daughter.

Tony: Don't worry. I'll teach you what love is. Me and my to be wife, Pepper. She's your mom now. If she's still alive, that is...

Nebula: Thank you.

Tony: You are welcome.

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: Hey fellas, fancy joining a revolution?

Nebula: Fellas?

Tony: Who the fuck is this?

Korg: Hi, I'm Korg. I'm made out of rocks, but there's no need to be frightened. I'm a kind guy.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: The Thing. But space.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: There he is again!

Korg: Who was that? A friend of yours? Does he want to join a revolution?

Tony: I am way too sober for this.

Nebula: I can kill him for you.

Tony: How about we don't do that?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Tony: Now who the hell is this?

Valkrie: Who the hell are you?

Tony: I'm the hell person whose chat this is.

Valkre: Oh. Well trust me, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me to be here.

Nebula: So why are you then?

Valkrie: Korg. Stop talking to these weirdo's, and come help me build this fucking ship.

Korg: A revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: Korg, you do know that we don't need the revolution anymore? We won.

Korg: There's always a need for a revolution.

Tony: I actually agree with the space rock here.

Nebula: Same.

Nebula: Especially if it's against Thanos.

Tony: I'm pretty sure that's not how that works.

Nebula: Whatever. As long as I can stick my blade through Thanos, I couldn't care less.

Valkrie: Who's this Thanos?

Tony: You know how people/aliens/whatever turned to dust around you?

Valkrie: Yeah?

Tony: Yeah, well that was Thanos' doing.

Nebula: And also half of the universe turned to dust, not just the things around you.

Valkrie: Oh.

Valkrie: Yeah, let's kill him. Brutally.

Tony: Glad you agree.

Valkrie: Korg, come on, let's build this ship. And help kill this fucker.

Korg: ... a revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: It can be whatever type of ship you want. As long as you help me build it!

Korg: Okay! Bye guys, I'll send you some pamphlets, if I find out where you are.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: Hold on, what revolution?

Valkrie: I don't actually know. I black out every time he talks about it. All I know is there was a lot of fighting, and we won.

Nebula: Who mentioned a revolution?

Valkrie: See? Just like that.

Valkrie: Anyway, I gotta go lose what's left of my sanity... maybe I can get drunk.

Tony: Get drunk?

Tony: Where? How? Can I have some?

Tony: Please. I'm so sad. I have lost so much, and I don't know who I've lost on Earth.

Tony: Please help me dull this pain.

Nebula: Jesus man. You need help.

Tony: Hey, that's dad to you. And yes. Yes, I do.

Tony: So, about that booze.

Valkrie: No. All mine.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: Oh, gee thanks.

Nebula: Want me to kill her for you?

Tony: We really need to have a discussion about your immediate reaction with murder.

Nebula: So, is that a...?

Tony: No. That is a firm, no.

Nebula: Do you want me to kill ANYONE?

Tony: No, you don't have to murder for me, or my love.

Nebula: You really are the best dad.

Tony: That is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Nebula: Are you crying again?

Tony: No.

Nebula: I can clearly see you.

Tony: ... no, you can't.

Nebula: Just because you're now wearing your Iron Man helmet, doesn't mean you're not crying.

Tony: Yes it does.

The Grand Master has joined the chat.

The Grand Master has changed their name to: TGM.

TGM: Does my name sound weird like this?

Tony: Anybody who calls themselves 'The Grand Master' is a narcissistic weirdo.

Tony: At least 'TGM' can be an acronym for something better.

Nebula: Like 'The Great Mistake'.

Tony: And 'This Guy is Measly'.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: 'Tomg it's Gjeff Mgoldblum'.

Wade has left the chat.

Tony: Huh?

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: 'To Ghost Men'.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: What?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Valkrie: 'To Get Masacered'.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: What?!

Nebula: I like her.

Tony: Of course you do.

Tony: Oh my God, you and Nat are going to take over the world.

Tony: If she's still alive that is...

Nebula: Only one world?

TGM: Oh, oh, can I join?

Nebula: No.

Tony: Leave now.

TGM: This wouldn't happen if I still had my champion. Fucking sparkles.

TGM has been blocked from the chat.

Nebula: Who was he talking about?

Tony: Idk.

Tony: Probably some aliens or something.

Thanos has joined the chat.

Thanos: Sup losers?

Tony: Oh daughter of mine, do you notice something?

Thanos: Daughter?

Nebula: No, my father, I do not.

Thanos: Wait, father?!

Thanos: What have you done to my second favourite daughter, Tony?!

Tony: So, daughter. You were telling me about your sister... like an hour ago.

Thanos: Ahh, yes. My favourite daughter.

Nebula: Gammora. She was an assassin, just like me. I love her. But SOMEONE threw her off a cliff.

Thanos: It was the price to pay for the stone.

Tony: If she were still here I would adopt her, too. Skrew it! Dead or not! She is my daughter, too!

Thanos: WHAT?!

Nebula: She would have liked that.

Nebula: And so would I. Because it would annoy her boyfriend.

Tony: Who's her boyfriend?

Nebula: That imbecile Quill.

Tony: ...

Tony: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Nebula: Nope.

Thanos: I hate him, too.

Tony: I suddenly like him more now.

Nebula: Same.

Thanos: Are you ignoring me?

Tony: Do you notice anyone else in this chat, daughter?

Nebula: No father, I do not.

Thanos: I know what you're trying to do.

Thanos: And I hate you both.

Thanos: I'm glad I destroied half of the universe.

Thanos: Well, screw you two. I'm not going anywhere.

Carol has joined the chat.

Thanos: Oh, shit...

Carol: Hey you purple fuck!

Carol: It's time for you to, gtfo!

Thanos has been blocked from the chat.

Tony: Well thanks for that.

Carol: It's aiite.

Tony: ...

Tony: I'm sorry what?

Tony: Why are you speaking like its the 90's?

Carol: Cuz I'm HELLA cool like that.

Tony: Oh God.

Nebula: Want me to kill her?

Tony: Thinking about it.

Carol: Geez chill. I'm on my way to get you right now.

Tony: Second thoughts! I love her!

Nebula: So do I!

Nebula: Do you have food?

Tony: And water?

Nebula: And oxygen?

Carol: Yes, yes, and yes.

Carol: I also have some guy named Phil, he says he knows you.

Tony: Oh, yeah... I'm hallucinating.

Carol: No you're not.

Tony: I gotta go pass out now.

Tony has been disconnected.

Carol: Drama queen.

Nebula: Good night, dad.

Nebula: See you soon, Carol.

Carol: Cool beans.

Nebula: I don't understand you...

Nebula has left the chat.

Carol: I dig that.

Carol has left the chat.

Somewhere in the soul world

Bucky has created a chat.

Bucky has added Sam, Peter.

Bucky: What is this place?

Peter: I don't know, Terminator Jesus Sir.

Sam: Terminator Jesus!

Sam: That's amazing!

Bucky: Can we be serious here?

Sam: I am being serious! That name is amazing. Screw you and your bad tastes.

Peter: Are we dead?

Bucky: I think so.

Peter: Meh.

Sam: Woah, kid, are you okay?

Peter: Yeah. Man, Aunt May's gonna kill me when she finds out I'm dead.

Bucky: H... how?

Peter: She'll find a way.

Peter: I hope Mr Stark doesn't blame himself.

Sam: Wait, 'Mr Stark'? Are you that spider-kid?!

Peter: Spider-MAN.

Sam: You are!

Bucky: Who is?!

Sam: He is!

Bucky: Oh!

Peter: What is going on?

Sam: YOU WEBBED US UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER!

Peter: Ohhhh, you're those guys.... hi?

Bucky: HI?!

T'Challa has joined the chat.

T'Challa: Death meeting. Now.

Sam: What?

Bucky: How did you even get everyone to listen to you so fast??

T'Challa: A king has his ways.

T'Challa has left the chat.

Peter: He's so cool.

Peter has left the chat.

Bucky: I'm cooler...

Sam: Dream on, Barnes.

Sam has kicked Bucky from the chat.

Sam has left the chat.

(Bonus)

Carol has created a chat.

Carol has added Y/N, Natasha, Thor.

Carol: Right I'm gonna go get your friends.

Carol: Brb.

Carol: Oh, and don't let Goose eat you.

Y/N: Eat us? What?

Natasha: How can a CAT eat us?

Carol: You don't want to know.

Thor: But he is so tiny and fluffy.

Carol: Yeah, you'll be fine. Just don't lather yourself in bacon grease, or have him anywhere near your eyes.

Y/N: Well there goes my bathing plans.

Natasha: And why no eyes?

Thor: It's fine I've already lost one!

Carol: Exactly.

Carol has left the chat.

Y/N: Should we be scared of the cat?

Thor: Probably...

Natasha: We should be scared of every cat. This one more.

Thor: I agree.

Y/N: Hmmmm

Y/N: Gonna go poke him.

Natasha: Wait Y/N...

Y/N has been disconnected.

Natasha: Jesus Christ.

Natasha: Let's go help her.

Thor: And cuddle Goose!

Natasha: Thor no.

Thor has been disconnected.

Natasha: I work with children.

Natasha has left the chat.

[uniformbravo]

“quick” life update while i wait for my ipod to charge

(do ppl even still use ipods in this day & age. whats spotify)

i never made any posts abt it but i started the new semester & im taking 2 classes, it’s funny actually bc i waited even more til the last minute than i usually do to figure out my classes & spent the 1st week of school trying to see a counselor to find out if i still needed classes and that’s a whole other story for a whole other day but long story short the answer was no but i decided to take a couple anyway

mainly because every time im not in school The Depression takes over & i just needed something to Do so im taking intermediate painting (even tho painting 1 made me want 2 die every day) and animation (even tho i’ve already decided i don’t want to be an animator????)

so heres the thing, okay, since these are classes i don’t need in order to fill any requirements or anything i had to pick them based on nothing, really, like my main reason for taking classes this semester was to give myself something to do, right. i picked painting because my friend had told me she was taking it so i was like yo i’ll just do that too bc we had fun last time & it’s a good way to stay in contact. originally that was gonna be my only class bc i knew it’d be a lot of work and time but then i talked to my school’s art counselor about transferring to another school after im graduated from here and i’d said i was maybe interested in storyboarding so we looked at schools with animation programs and i decided super last minute to just take the animation class here and Boy what a mistake

last semester i was talking on here about a computer art class i had considered taking but dropped bc it seemed kinda... shitty?? because i hated the way the teacher taught and i felt like i wasn’t gonna gain anything from the class??? well animation is taught by the same guy and hhhhhhhhh he’s so fucking unhelpful it’s such a nothing class

see i was hoping to learn some hand-drawn animation basics like timing, squash & stretch, the fucking bouncing ball assignment, shit like that, right. the teacher was like “today we’re gonna go over the 12 principles of animation” and i was like “sweet i’ve heard of that this’ll be good” & literally he brought up a list, read off most of the names, briefly described a few, and told us to google it if we wanted more info like?? holy shit dude????? thanks for nothing oh my god

i’ve been taking a lot of time practicing animating in flipnote studio on my 3ds and watching youtube videos and i’ve been learning so much more from that than anything explained by my teacher bc godddd. basically what the class boils down to is like. flash animation. so far we’ve been working in adobe illustrator and animate & i cannot stand illustrator. i know it’s a good and useful program and if i wanted to i could learn how to use it & eventually get used to it but just the way he teaches it makes me want 2 slam dunk my computer

the computer art basics class was strongly recommended to be taken before this class but tbh i don’t even think that’s the issue here because i tried to take that class and his method was the same; he does a demo on screen that you’re supposed to follow along and do with him and he explains what hes doing as he goes but he goes so fast that if u miss a step ur fucked 

and it’s not just that he goes fast, it’s also that theres no understanding of the program itself, like ok u know how in math there’s all these formulas where if u just plug numbers into them it gives u the right answer? i always understood formulas better when i knew what each variable stood for & why the values were being added or multiplied together because then it made it easier to extract the information i needed from word problems and also helped me memorize the formulas themselves easier because i could make those associations between numbers and purpose. i had the groundwork of the formula, so i could apply it to all kinds of situations

this class is like, he only gives you the very specific formulas required to accomplish very specific tasks in the programs so i can’t make the connections to figure out how to perform other tasks and i get super lost every time & it’s super frustrating & i could ask for help because he comes around and helps people who need it but i sit in the back corner so he never really even looks my way so i feel like i can’t get his attention w/o speaking up or getting up to go get him & i get lost so often that it’s really just a pain to ask him every single time

i just hate when i have a problem in one of the programs & i just have absolutely no clue how to fix it or even work around it? im used to photoshop and illustrator is just so opposite that my brain doesn’t want to work with it so im. 100% floundering in this class

we have 2 assignments during the whole semester, the first was a group project where we hand draw a 3-second animation (~30 frames) and that was literally the very first thing we did in the class with no prior guidance and honestly i suspect that the only reason he assigns it is to fill the requirement for a group project (which i know is a thing bc a lot of my past teachers have talked about it being a thing) so it was literally just. a nothing project

the second assignment is our final which is a 90-second animation (~1080 frames) and we have basically the rest of the semester to work on it, so about a month and a half-ish? and all we’ve learned how to do so far is motion tweening in animate, basically. i mean we did a ball-and-string thing which was kind of different but it mostly involved a lot of copy+paste bullshit in illustrator & also like automatic shortcuts & stuff, there was really no drawing involved at all

also it’s one of those classes where everyone just kind of messes around and does their own thing like?? i saw one girl reading manga on her computer & these two dudes at my table were comparing yugioh cards & i hear like 50 thousand conversations about anime every day & i mean im not one to talk tbh but it’s just the atmosphere, it feels like u either know what ur doing or u just fuck around w/ ur friends and im in the “neither of those” category and the girl who was reading manga is in the “both” category bc every other time i’ve looked over there she’s got this amazing masterpiece on her screen that she made in illustrator & i die inside every time what the fuckkc 

he showed us examples of final projects from last semester and i noticed that some of them were done traditionally or in programs that were obviously not illustrator so i asked him about it & he said it doesn’t have to be done in illustrator/animate as long as it’s 90 seconds long so Guess What i think i’m just gonna make it somewhere else lmaooo i mean i feel like it’s a missed opportunity bc i have these programs at my disposal & im not even using them but god amn. god fuckign damn

im thinking of animating it in flipnote bc that’s what i’ve been using & im pretty familiar with it by now but im not sure because there are some important things im not sure i’ll be able to accomplish with it like backgrounds (which are another requirement for the assignment) and i don’t want to back myself into a corner, especially with how little time i have to do it, so idk for sure. my other idea was to use clip studio paint but i have the pro version which only lets u use 24 frames per animation which totals out to a whopping 2 seconds so idk if i want to have to deal with that bullshit either. right now im considering making the rough animation in flipnote so i can figure out the timing & shit and then slapping it into clip studio to finalize everything (or technically i could even do that in photoshop, since im more familiar w/ it & can probably work faster there- from photoshop it’d be a matter of copying the finished frames into clip studio to export into 2-second clips & then compile those in movie maker & then bam finished animation)

so!!! it’s a lot of shit im dealing with in this class & im just like. if im doing it this way then why do i even need to show up for class. what am i even in this class for im just basically making an animation on my own time with my own resources using none of the techniques taught in the class. im only doing this animation because it’s an assignment for the class im not gaining anything from. it just seems so pointless & the only thing getting me through it is the thought that i could possibly put this in a portfolio somewhere down the line, and for that i’d want it to look nice and not rushed so im thinking that for the sake of finishing the assignment i might just use my rough animation so that i can spend more time on the “nice” version afterward

aaaanyway it’s um Late for me & i went on about this for too long but i needed to get it off my chest tbh, i’ve been thinking abt making this post for like 2 weeks so there u go. i didn’t even talk about my painting troubles good lord. if you’ve been wondering why i havent been online as much lately This is why. also bc im a huge loser and 100% of my free time has been going into watching anime bye

[nieloxychen]

time to ramble abt a weird and super real feeling dream i had that ill now try to make a story and multiple ocs out of

important: takes part across several worlds with one single connecting character. most of the ocs exist in the last, most recent world (that main oc tries his fucking best to stay in bc its actually not a complete dumpster fire)

main oc is tito (he/him, they/them, it/its on occasion)

world 0 - 

doesnt remember much

his origin

died in a car(?) crash somewhere in a desert next to a broken down rv

world 1 -

 wakes up semi corporeal somewhere in a desert next to a broken down rv

something bad (not defined yet) happened and a young woman is hiding in the rv from the sth bad that happened

shes looking fr her sister

tito cant help but help her out and they look for her together since 2 is better than 1

she has been looknig for help for a while

no one has been willing to since she thinks her sister is in the middle of the bad thing

(also the big city. lots of gross stuff everywhere, lots of ppl trying to murder)

no one wants to go there

they go together and nearly die a lot

both get infected w a strange illness

shes geting better, hes slowly dying

they find the sister (why she was there idk yet) and tito basicly sacrifices themself so the sisters can escape the bad thing

badly wounded he crawls away into an alley and breaks down next to some trash cans

(just remembered that somewhere in this world there was like a hill made of grey bodies all weaved together and like tunnels in there and the arms were moving and shit what)

colour here were mostly grey and brown

world 2 -

wakes up in an alley next to some trash

hears music, its a festival!! 

he goes to check it out, its a sports thing w like speed and stuff! 

seems like a nice place right? wrong. 

that sport is forced, loser gets sacrificed to big weird monster thing

 kind of a hunger games situation happens, he offers himself up so a parent isnt seperated from a child (just cant not help, its a bad decision and they get that but they just *clenches fist* hero comlpex a bit)

obviously looses, he doesnt fucking know the sport, what did he expect? 

BUT the infection from world 1 did sth to him? (superpowers kinda, has no clue what anything is or does) 

hes still affected by it somehow and is able to escape the ppl leading him to the monster thing to eat

finds out they picked a rando instead and feels bad

tries to save the rando

figures out monster thing is basicly a big fungus that uses ppl to carry spores 

-> the infection he carries infects a spore carries and they die immediatly

quick plan: infect fungus w a disease it is completly unkonw to

doesnt work, spore carriers actually are connected to fungus, its building anti-bodies

he dies in the sewers trying to escape the ppl feeding the fungus.

world 3 - 

wakes up in the sewers

THERS WERE-PPL!! dont change into any specific animal, but tend to have a favourite

theyre kinda nice, help them out, give them food 

they accidentally get infected through shenanigans (it was very non-specific in the dream yo)

tries to figure out both infection based power systems here, quicker to get the were-thing since ppl aroung them actually know what that is. everything else is just weird to everyone

also - possibility of first infection evolving through each world change? didnt notice powers in world 1, only some in world 2, more here?

BUT also very little time to try and figure shit out till now

very chill for a while, hopes they can settle down and maybe not die maybe

SURPRISE children are getting kidnapped!!

by who?? to where? why??? no fucking clue!!

so tito goes to help bc thats just what theydo by now fuck

gets captured, basicly forced to do what kidnappers want w threat of children getting killed (im just gonna say they were able to do them damage for a while before the kidnappers figured out who he is/ a weakness. there was no reason anywhere)

they find a hole in the command chain, go out in a blaze of glory, all the kidnappers are gone (as far as they know)

theyre also very dead and bleed out in the middle of a field

world 4 - 

HOLY SHIT WHAT IS HAPPENING

flying vampires, flesh-goo ppl (idk, the pic i remember was a lady changing into a black-greyish flesh-goo to climb up 90° walls in a seond), theres slenderman maybe????? all kinda sorta want to kill tito for the reason of...

well there has to be a reason he keeps waking up in different worlds right?

but hes not super good at thinking and they dont stop to explain it so??

arent just trying to kill him though, theres also some old man theyre going after

helps the old man, is the grandchild (adopted) of some immortal lady

she is very thankful and gives him the gift of 3 very specific magic powers of his choosing (theyre like marbles and he has to pick 3)

1. Open any door anywhere (doesnt need to be connected) and just wish to go to a place (the more specific the better)

2. Change anything he wants to into a small marble though sheer will power. has to concentrate to keep the shape

3. basicly featherfall but more controlled. actually, more like steven universe floating powers

by now the first infection is basicly a magic system of its own but its all very instinct based. poor tito has no fucning clue

the colour here were very bright, lots of flowers and sunshine and stuff

and just a fucking slenderman flying behing dream-me, blasting through houses and trees and shit?

dies after being chased by flying slender-vampire and goo lady (wasnt fighting back bc they were proctecting sth? idk what though) in like an abandoned farmhouse

world 5 -

wakes up in farmhouse, theres a person!

ocs here we go

person is helke. shes nice but kind of scary sometimes. its mostly a joke for her though

she helps him get used to the world

his powers are by now vry fucking op. but there are SO many powers here too and she fills him in

silver minds: can sense things like weapons if theyre being carried w the intent to harm them or someone they want to look out for. can redirect them against their users, or just stop them alltogether. somewhat staticy voice when stressed, very cold to the touch. born this way

schalks: completly immune to mind intrusion based powers. somewhat of a pack mentality. cannot be located if they dont want to be, very selective in what contact they want. group together for social contact, and also: need contact to eachother bc they need to share excess energy between eachother or they kinda implode. infection based, 2 schalks can have schalk bbys but not often

werewolves: ya only wolves. helke is one! grow up in packs, but adults tend to seperate from larger packs to form their own. can change whenever, super strong always, also fast when changed. just really like raw meat yk? born this way, packs can be made up from basicly anything

more im gonna add, but these i remember. not including the names

basicly helke wants to start a pack and invites him to stay since she doesnt like being alone and wants to help, and ofc he wants to help her

they meet another young werewolf (i think. big fighty and a beard. might be sth else at some point) and he joins them. this is nikola

they meet a young girl, whos a silver mind and kinda running away from home bc bad home life. her names rita.

they invite her to join the pack, which she does and pack rules are kinda big so after proving themselves as reasonably good guardians for her shes officially adopted

she runs into a lonely (very lonely, kinda dying) schalk who lost contact to their group and the pack help them find their group.

their name is an

the group becomes kinda part of the pack, but the rest of the schalk group isnt a fan of big groups of ppl, so the 4 schalks and the 4-pack live in different locations

now /someone/ notices tito like how goop-slener-vamp did in world 4 and tries to capture tito (who was hanging out w rita while that happened.

thank fuck for marble magic, so rita is safe, tito can flee to the schalks (take us somewhere safe)

an turns tito into a schalk, so he wont be found anymore so now he has to kind of move between the 2 camps a lot

on their way to and fro they meet another kid called jacko (also running away, wont say why). is taken into the pack after more safety precautions

hes just a lil human, no magic nothing 

thats the story ig

tito - (he/they/it), roughly 25 (time is weird) not good at thinking, wants to be nice, wants to help, very op, kinda whimsical, very sweet person. DOES NOT WANT TO DIE AGAIN it sucks just want to be happy and make others happ, protective big sibling, everyone is their baby sib

helke - (she/her), 27 wants to help and have a big family/pack, big jokester, tries to be scary, only strangers will believe that, great at handywork and making every sort of meat food. also hunting. lumberjack vibe, chills w nikola, sports w tito, gmaes w kids

nikola - (he/him), 24 chill weed vibe. big fan of cleaning, lock your door if you dont want him to do your laundry. big into birdwatching. somehow in a pack w very intense or op folk which he finds a bit intimidating. doesnt realise hes also big intimidating. has gotten into 3 fights in his life but they were SCARY af, safe zone for tito, fun zone w tito

rita - (she/her), 15 good girl, can be kinda scary, very competetive, VERY COMPETATIVE, will draw hearts on your cast and help you and stuff, after having broken your arm, close w helke and tito

jacko - (he/him), 11 good boy, v shy, v opinionated. would have a blog if older. tried to make one but fled after 1 bad interaction. had to talk abt that a lot to understand it. arts n crafts boy, also climbing, looks up to nikola a lot

an - (they/them), 26 very quiet, thinks theyre right p much always, wants the best for everyone, but not super great at respecting ppls wishes. needs sense knocked into them every now and then. tries very hard. fails. plyam w leena and karim, not good w nikola

leena (she/them), 25, big into animals, big into food, big into random interest of the week. looses interest quickly though

karim (he/him), 26, big art, the one braincell between all the schalks (including tito bc omg BOY), draws creepy things on trees to fuck w ppl, prankster fuck

essek (he/they) 24, fashion and food, loudest of the schalks, goes into the city to get neccessities and general stuff, kinda crushing on tito, sib of karim

in general, the pack is very close. even an and nikola, but theyre kinda cold since an turned tito (tito is ok w it, nikola is big mad an didnt give tito an option, big fight 3, very fucking scary). but they do love eachother a lot, what ive noted were just the stand outs.

same w the schalks, theyre very close but i havent had any of these long enough to get a super good feel on the relationships between eeryone

but i love them already

[myrelevantwriting-blog]

The Wild, 18-Minute Ride That Is Daydream Believer: A Review by a Former Teenaged Girl

Every generation has its “coming of age” movie: the movie that sees its main character through the naivety of adolescence to a catalyst that makes them realize they’re *gasp* growing up. The ‘70s had American Graffiti, the ‘80s had The Breakfast Club, the early ‘90s gave us the tearjerker My Girl (I’m still holding that vigil for Thomas J). All of these films had characters nearly everyone could identify with. Maybe you were the Cameron to your best friend’s Ferris Bueller. Perhaps you knew exactly what Jim Stark’s deal was in Rebel Without A Cause.

But then, in 1998 came a little known short film with a character so damn relatable it brings up memories you thought you buried so deep in the soil of your brain, it could only be unearthed by years of intense therapy.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Daydream Believer!

Let me start off by saying when my friend Rosie posted this movie to her blog I had no clue what the hell I was getting into. The 1970s film grain and the awkward silence (save for the chirping birds) when we meet our homegirl Susan made me half-expect one of those “What’s Happening to my Body?” filmstrips they made us watch in the 4th grade.

“Are you there, God? It’s me, Susan. All my friends are getting their periods except me. What have I done to anger you so?”

Right away we know Susan is different. She does weird things like…walking (especially when she has a perfectly good Schwinn on the front porch).

God, look at this freak.

“Look at her using her legs for non-jump-rope purposes like a fuckin’ loser.”

So it turns out that Susan’s a loner because she’s always daydreaming about her fab marvy crush…because she’s 11 and this is what 11-year-olds do: daydreaming and hurrying home and catch her fave rave on TV.

To be honest I was expecting it to be Davy Jones...the pirate, not the Monkee.

Yeah, Little Susie’s got fuzzy feelings for Mike Nesmith of the Monkees, to the chagrin of her concerned-yet-not-concerned-enough-to-actually-talk-to-their-kid parents. Susan’s mom is looking at her daughter like she didn’t wet herself over Sinatra back in her day.  I mean, Susan can’t be that obsessed, though. She’s only got like, one album and a single pinup on her wall like she’s some kind of amateur. And she’s pretty reserved in her screaming at the TV so that’s considerate of her.

Her disappointment over lack of mammaries perfectly mimics Mike’s face which in turn perfectly mimics how I feel about this movie so far.

The film then takes somewhat of a weird turn and becomes from here on out a wild rollercoaster ride of “What the actual fuck?” We take a journey into Susan’s brain as she sees herself as a 45 year-old woman teenager, getting ready for her date with-…oh my God.

YOU DON’T SAY

I’m somewhat flabbergasted by their casting decision to go with a paunchy, late-30s Ashkenazi Mike Nesmith but whatever. I’m not gonna judge Susan. She’s 11. When I was 11 I wanted to hang out with Gabe Kaplan circa ‘75. It’s a weird age.

So after her date with Mack Nussbaum we find Susan back at school, going for one of her weird daydream walks and completely oblivious to a group of bitches talkin’ shit behind her back.

“I bet she doesn’t even listen to the Banana Splits. Dweeb.”

“Joke’s on you! Me and Marc Nesbitt are gonna go closed-mouth kiss behind the JFK Memorial Tree. Hope I don’t get pregnant!”

I’m not even going to comment on this next scene. There’s nothing I can add to how utterly perfect it is in its understanding of the pre-teen girl’s brain so I’m just gonna let the caps do the talking.

But trouble rears its ugly head in the form of Susan’s teacher, glaring at her disapprovingly and telling her she’s “a much better writer than this [homework],” before proving this to be a bold-faced lie as we cut to a scene in which Susan writes in her diary:

Mike is so beautiful. He has lovely brown eyes. His hair is so soft and silky. I want to run my fingers through his beautiful hair. He has a sweet Texas accent that is so beautiful to listen to. I could listen to him read a book for hours and hours. He’s divine enchanting!!!

This nonsense reads like a 1st grade primer. Girl, I know you’re 11 but this is clearly not your first day at the Mike Nesmith Rodeo. This should all have been covered on page one.

Also, I hope Susan asked for a thesaurus for Christmas. 

So homegirl’s studies are suffering because she can’t keep her mind out of Mike’s pants and daydreaming about going on a romp with Mork Nerfherder to the song Papa Gene’s Blues. As you do…

“Whatchu thinkin’ about?” “Oh nothing…just statutory stuff.”

…that is until your cockblock of a teacher calls you out for not paying attention and embarrasses you in front of the entire class (a situation I knew all too well, so I actually empathize with her here). Susan goes home to complain to Raggedy Anne and delve into yet another daydream in which Mike takes her home to meet “the guys.” Oh boy, I can’t wait to see what small town community theater actors they got to play the Monk-…..wait what?

They look as confused as I do right now.

After an awkward introduction to the roommates (we’ve all been there. College, amirite?!) Murk and Susan go up to Mulk’s room…

I’m suddenly feeling rather uncomfortable and it’s not for the severed clown head in the corner.

…where Malk puts on bossa nova music and they start making out…

Oh my God, No….

NO!!!

NONONONONONONONONO!

YOU’RE GONNA CUT BACK TO THE CHILD ACTRESS AND MAKE THIS MORE AWKWARD THAN IT IS?! WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Those lines under Raggedy’s eyes are from all the internal screaming.

No…………………….this is not how I wanted to die.

OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN HALLOWED BE THY NAME….

…AS I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH….

HAS THIS BEEN A PORNO THE ENTIRE TIME?!

BRB SETTING MYSELF ON FIRE…

There isn’t a word for how unnerved I am right now, so I’m just going to make one up. I am extremely floopnozzled, I am totally and immensely…wait a second…

As I breathe a gargantuan sigh of relief, Bra-vo!

After Susan has finished violating her poor Raggedy Anne doll, her dad barges into her room and in a very ominous voice says they need to talk.

The clown in the back but on a brave smile but what his eyes have seen cannot be unseen.

They go to a parent-teacher conference to talk about Susan’s failing schoolwork and conclude it’s Mike’s fault, so they ban her from the living room and the TV. And for whatever reason I don’t quite understand, there’s a scene where Susan has to listen to her parents bone on the couch. I guess as part of her punishment? I dunno.

Girl, same.

EDIT: @legrandennui has informed me that it’s possible the voices she’s hearing aren’t her parents but her daydreams distracting her again. I still think it’s the parents, though.

And even though her parents think she’s obsessed with Mike and forbid her from watching The Monkees, her enabling Mom comes home from the grocery store and gives her flowering junkie a hit of the hard stuff via Teen Life magazine with the Monkees on the cover. I heard this was how Sid Vicious died.

At first Susan is overjoyed, until slowly her smile fades as she reads an article. She storms off into her room and screams at her magazine “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE MARRIED?!”

Lol wut? Child, where have you been? How are you going to be all up on Mike’s dick but not know anything about him beyond his brown eyes and silken hair? That’s like, page 1 in How to Obsess.

So we get one last daydream sequence in which Susan tells Mike she’s leaving him because she’s grown and wants to move on…

…which I guess in this case means getting back to her schoolwork and keeping her grades up…amongst other things.

“Wait, does this mean Shatner doesn’t make her want to bone? Is that the lesson here?”- @legrandennui

I’ve watched a lot of movies about adolescence in my years but this was the first one I’ve seen that had perfectly nailed it in terms of being a young girl with a fave rave. I had gone through nearly everything in this movie: the nonstop daydreams, the constant writing about the object of my surging hormonal lust, not paying attention in school, the concerned look from my parents, and I’m not ashamed to admit my pillow had gotten the Raggedy Anne treatment. My room was a bit more intense than that, pin-up wise but I can’t imagine they had a lot to dress the set with in 1998. This was like looking straight into my own past and as uncomfortable as it was to see what I was like from a 3rd party view, I have to say at the same time it’s incredibly amusing to watch someone flip out over a teen idol while sitting back with a knowing, sympathetic nod. 

If you want to watch the film it’s here on Youtube.

[bittersweet-clifford]

I hate my physics teacher but he says some weird shit. here are his best quotes.

“and she looked like a dweeb but it doesn't matter because she's hot.” “imagine this punk-ass kid...” “ro-day-oh” “*screaming* YEEHAAAAW” “my wife went to a loser school.” “oh. that's where that obama guy went.” “I was president of all these things. okay. you're a loser.” “it’s got a cockroach crawling out of somebody's anus.” “you're a thief and you're a violent offender. go to texas.” “God did not have an eleventh commandment that said a 90% is an A.” “they had another brother. i forget what his name was but he was just there.” “our family is so devoid of talent that when we did the senior musical they told my brother, ‘you move your mouth but nothing comes out.’” “I’m not big on IQ.” “3 times 64. that's...........a lot.” “I think i can. i think i can. oh that was a great book.” “I AM AN ISLAND.” “he was one of those geeks who’d come into my room during lunch.” “Kids will do anything for food.” “Beethoven didn't have good social skills.” “pair-a-bowl-uh.” “g-e-o-meat-tree” “re-nay-sance” “you didn't have velocitom- speedometers.” “and dedicated to the proposition that all men-not women- are created equal.” “newton sat back and said, ‘damn, i took algebra 2.’” “they invented something. it was bitching.” “your little cell phone has an accelerometer on it.” “you get in your damned car right now. you have friggin GPS.” “what is a graph? you guys have no effing clue.” “screw it. this is america, man.” “they got these cheesy ass little- hey...” “and he marries his mom because she's a hottie.” “i'm going ‘no sweat.’ she's goin ‘YEAH SWEAT.’” “they send him off to some hills to die and some idiot saves him.” “trig-no-me-tree.” “if the plane crashes, whatever. little things.” “der-i’ve-a-tive.” “someone help her out. *people give answers* well don't listen to idiots.” “the magnitude of my ineptness.” “he invented something. it was a terrible thing-he invented the essay.” “i threw that at you to see how you interpilate.” “we’re talking so small your kitchen is in your bedroom. as long as you have 16 million dollars, you can have the friend's apartment.” “FROGS ARE NOT AERODYNAMIC.” “you're a genie-ass.” “what says ‘i love you’ more than eating the one you love?” “their bodies will be goop. and this is metaphorical and beautiful. how much closer can you be when you're stirred together?” “the book didn't have a female character because he's a male-dog-anystic pig.” “speaking of time….OOH BABY.” “you had telephones *aggressively slams hand on the wall* MOUNTED ON THE FRIGGIN WALL.” “and some kid goes, ‘yooo my daddy’s rich!’” “it looks like a badminton racket on steroids.” “it was by the skin on her chinny chin chin.” “we’re going to use the weight of history to raise our ramp.” “she was rich. and hot. and i was a dweeb.” “i can't draw a corvette.” “sucker’s gonna exaggerate….ah...accelerate.” “some bum wit says, ‘let’s put tin cans on the back of their car.’” “someone comes up with a big ‘ol truck because this is tennessee.” ��you're gonna be wheel meat.” “move aside, pesticide.” “you put this if you wanna be cool.” “anyways, these guys go, ‘bitchin!’” *walks like a crab* “Shula? God?” “tow truck drivers come in two flavors.” “they brought a scale and a hard hat, and they were wearing pajamas. i don't know. this is [school].” “cas goes, ‘see joe? we’ll leave him as a hostage.’” “my brother by accident got accepted to a school in new hampshire.” “this is amazing. I’m shaking God’s hand.” “you know the way buildings work.” “people got upset because it was killing fish, so they decided to kill people instead.” “we’ll call him Joe Jerk because that's kind of what he was.” “i don't believe in slavery.” “energy is like pornography, you might not be able to define it, but most everyone recognizes it when they see it.” “she goes, 'mr [teacher], let’s do it.’ and i go ‘i’m married.’ and she goes, ‘NO, THE BOOK.” “I’m looking for pews. if anyone knows a church...I want catholic pews. they're the best.” “*draws a scribble* let's pretend this is art. ART.” “every once in awhile you run into one that's just so bitchin’ ass cool.” “there's not even a verb there. and this guy went to stanford.” “the right thing? or communists?” “oh, it was so bitchin!” “she looks like a chicken. and i'm like ‘This isn't cosplay.’” “there's spanish and then there's hippies.” “she was old. she must have been like 35.” “Ms. [other teacher] could have played the wicked witch in the wizard of oz.” “if i looked out far enough, i'd probably see a t rex out there.” “he's tighter than a mole’s bum.” “if i speak louder, they'll understand better.” “I. GEORGE.” “i love my mom and she loves me. like a rock.” “you can do it baby” (said three times to an inanimate object in one day.” “1+1 and 1x1 are the same answer.” “i'm using two seconds. if you're a loser, you can use one.” “a football field is like one and a half acres.” “what does that look like for a complete clover look?” “it was a gimungous space bagel.” “because on the black market, your torso can be used.” “he's not donald trump. he is todd. but he's todd-did-well.” “back then, they had a thing called grass.” “what was romeo and juliet in new york called?” “there's many ways to skin a cat.” “thou shall not have a disturbance at the front desk.” “live for your GPA. worship it.” “and then antarctica, where i'm going to send you if you laugh.” “you're in space just hanging out and the earth just hits you!” “if you did google translate from math-ish to english…” “if i happened to be in space and the moon were plowing around, would it hurt?” “russia, i can see it from my winda.” “where’d korea go?” “their last name was broccoli. the stupidest name in the world.” “i'm gonna be the only child i should have been.” “i'm not going to go into gender classification for doorknobs.” “how the hell do you get a lamborghini? that's like, really expensive.” “i liked mary-anne. she was not. and then there was that one actress i hated.” “real, 100% plastic plants.” “do not write this. ‘mister [teacher] thinks he shouldn't be afraid of bombs.’” “you comedysportz kids will get this. *tells story about astronauts.*” “*jumps excitedly* THIS IS SO BITCHIN!!” “bouncy bounce-that's my terminology.” “how did the pound sign get to be called hashtag?” “and you go, ‘what does this have to do with the price of beans?’ and it doesn't have anything to do with beans, but it has something to do with this story.” “Physics is racist.” “This perverted cat...” “You put the lime in the....oh no, that’s the wrong song.” “You know it’s a trumpet. Why? Because it’s got a flag hanging from it.” “WE’RE GONNA GO TO THE YMCA.” “She was very, well...very.” “You don’t have to be able to sing because they've got autocorrect.” “Nothing says ‘i love you’ like cutlery.” “I’ve been lifting weights for six years now and i’m half an inch shorter.” “I don’t have a neck. My muscles are too big.” “Dude, i think i can explain the universe with my saxophone.” “I love you a lot, but today, fuck you.” “The most religious people i've ever met are atheists.” “They got eyes on the top of their head because they’re weird people.” “Do you actually have to USE the fancy ass mathematics?” “It’s winter. Y’all can’t see shit.” “Your brain bone...what’s it called? SKULL!” “The definition of a cold is not snot!” “The first time you do heroine is the best. I don’t know. I’ve just happened to have met a lot of heroine addicts.” “I was making molten lead in the backyard.” “You know what dead people look like?” “Those of you who are pigmentally challenged.” “For a thousand effing bucks, i’ll wash their ass.” “So you invent liquid butter.” “You know what? We’re gonna kill china.” “The earth has gravity and it reaches out with these octopus tentacles.” “I want to meet Julius Caesar, but then I realized that was stupid.” "i know the moon's not a rabbit." "i never realized you could make a bridge explode." "i built a bridge that was the most bitchin ass coolest bridge i'd ever seen." "you know he's smart because he thought so much his hair all fell out." "nowadays we live in wussville" "[his name], you're going to hell." "maybe you've got a friend who's a drug dealer. they've got good scales." "i'm gonna make a flying buttress of a bridge." "spock wasn't people of color. he was green." "i hate bridges. me no do." "we have extendo-thing-o" "some of you have siblings who shoot up, so if you can get a needle, that helps." "it was the beginning of a life long love affair with this bridge." "if you're gonna trip out, don't do it in a tree." "you're not smarter. you're farter." "let's sit back and play the ukulele in a tree." "we'd go down to the bang bumpity bump." "*singing* i am so blue. i have. no clue. what shall we do? perhaps something new?" "the first picture is a fun. i know those of you who are anti gun are all upset but just deal with it a second." *spends ten minutes drawing a picture* *throws meter stick across classroom* "that's why we don't have glass on that cabinet anymore." "usually they don't offer loaded shotguns to six-year-olds." "you is fitty." "you know he's going fast. you know why? those lines are really long." "it's safer to fire guns in space." "at age six what the hell do you know about physics?" "do you feel physics?" "i have a brain ON my head." "you should not be looking up. you die." "there's a lot of possibilities. one is incorrect and the others are interesting." "all the kids were called mr. [his name]." "you eat, you piss." *talking about childbirth* "this is just like tug of war." "we went to this terrible store. it's called marshall's." "you still got beat up by some other group of kids. why? BECAUSE YOU'RE A DWEEB!" "Mom, i'm all fucked up. you should have made me play piano more." "let's pretend it's not true. it'll make me seem better. there was this dweeb..." "my fist is really upset with you." "how dare you? this is America. i can do whatever i want." "you know that's the problem? you're a selfish bastard" "life's good. the swedes win." "you can't, but if you happen to be a nerd at caltech, you can." "computers are very good at doing arithmetic." "we have a couple cross country losers here." *squats* "this is the answer to everything." "sue God." "it's all about having a 4.5 gpa and taking ap yoga." "winston churchill- who i love very dearly." "anyone who believes in seat belts is a wuss." "ever wonder why these old cars had gimungous trunks? it wasn't so you could put thirteen bodies in it and drive off." "i'm not trying to sound like an advertisement for swedish brains." "there are people like mr [name] out there. that guy's effing crazy." "the swedes. oh bless them." "i see this car coming straight at me at 70 miles an hour and i'm thinking 'what a nice car...'" "some religions are built on like gods and stuff. Thor..." "i can explain the whole world. i need calculus. i have to invent that first, but i can figure out the whole world." "we couldn't hit ships with beans with these things." "don't major in communications." "she's like a piranha." "why do you go to costco? ya loser." "i have a friend. he's a doctor. he's not stupid." "cool guys can spin the wheel with one hand.... i was told." "you're thinking, 'dude, physics.'" "youre sitting next to someone who's radiating gorgeous and you're like 'i'm radiating ugly.'" "why do you shop at wal-effing-mart?" "the way that God and Newton meant things to be." "that sounds stupid, but guys have never been good at deep thoughts." "you guys. better run fast because i'm gonna beat the bleep out of you." "oil companies are the modern day pirates." "they had discovered cocaine but it hadn't come to San Marino yet." "wow. you're a mr. negativity." “they put a godzilla level of give in there.” “with the exception of harvard, most colleges have an ethical standard.” *measures paper in megabytes* “sometimes my language is a bit salty.” “i apologize for biting your head off.” “there's just an achilles' tendon” “just taking cliff’s notes doesn't mean you know diddly shit about romeo and juliet.” “objects jump off of sharp pointy things.” “you could free range roam as far as you could range.”

[survivorsentinelislands]

EPISODE 2: YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO BE ABLE TO PROGRESS ~Alex

So, I get online at roughly 9 my time, and we’re all talking about social anxiety and depression. It’s a real thing. It is very much so a real thing that hinders people’s day to day lives. However Sara was very interesting with the way she went about it. Logan seemed shocked to find that I actually like my life? I love show choir, I love my girlfriend right now, my friends are fun. My family is supportive.

The way I get through my life is by almost putting myself down? It’s like Fat Amy from Pitch Perfect calling herself Fat Amy, so people can’t do it behind their back. I’m not the most attractive person, I let that be known to everyone. But it’s easier to be open about things in your life because it’s how you handle things. When I actually apply for the show it’s definitely something I am going to talk about. Growing up I didn’t /have/ a whole lot of confidence as a person to get through things. As I got into highschool I really was this awkward shy human being who wasn’t fond of social situations. I was always a quirky person; I felt like people didn’t like being around me a whole lot? That’s weird to say, but it’s hard to go through life feeling like an outcast. When I got into Show Choir my life really changed. My confidence shot through the roof. It was this wake up call for me that “hey, you’re good at stuff. Open up to that part of your life, and quit focusing on the negative.” And I definitely do that and it definitely gets me through the day.

I don’t get sad over a whole lot because it’s real easy for so many people to say “my life sucks, things aren’t going right.” but nine times out of ten there is something. And that’s what I focus on in my life. And that’s why I’m going to get through this game. I’ve learned to not focus on the negative parts of my life and the same goes for this game. You have to look forward to be able to progress. If you’re stuck in the past things won’t work out for you. So this is my way of saying my way of life. It’s weird to put it into a confessional, considering it’s hardly game-topic, but it seemed oddly appropriate.

Okay i take back what i said i actually really connect with logan her and I both share a passion for stories and characters and shes great and like lowkey love my tribe

Dang sh#t I know I’m not winning and now I may be going home just great <_<

The MATT vote off went very well. Although in hindsight it may have been better to vote off ELENA instead of him. She received a self vote which isn’t a great sign at her activity level going forward.

The next immunity challenge is an individual challenge. Three people win immunity and both tribes go to tribal. So I guess it’s not a big deal that ELENA wasn’t voted off last tribal. If we need to, we can just vote her out this one.

After this coming tribal, there will be 15 people left, which opens the opportunity for a tribe swap into 3 tribes of 5. I hope that’s not the case, I don’t really want to be separated from SAM, DARIAN and NED. The four of us have a good thing going, I’d hate to have it end right now. I don’t exactly have a good record with tribe swaps.

I still have my extra vote but in a tribe of a five it wouldn’t exactly be useful. Either we go in 3-2 with majority or minority. An extra vote would only cause a tie and then a loss on the revote.

fuck u n ur confessionals drew

well! i gotta get to work on staying

I smell

I hate feet and Drew’s face

LET’S GET WEIRD

Oh no no no, don’t phunk with my heart

I prefer tea

I like eggs

OK. Well, I got immunity this week in the double tribal and everyone wants to target Elena.. But She has that advantage and I don’t want her to go. this sucks. I don’t know if i should stick my neck out there for her or if i should just bite the bullet and cut my losses. i have no idea what I’m going to do.

I don’t know what these people are talking about!!

The government is whack

BOO! I’m a ghost!

Honestly I asked them for confessionals. I did this. This is my fault.

I’m here for the party

ANYWAY AFTER THAT MEANNESS. I guess we’re voting out Steven? Idk him enough to even try to find someone else goodbye

Super disappointed in how badly our tribe did. I know we’re going to tribal either way, but seeing just how much we got beat by has me worried for future challenges. Hopefully the challenges in the future will be a little different and give us an advantage.

In other news, me, Logan, Alex, John and Josh formed an alliance. We decided that this time the best person to vote out is Steven, because he’s missed way too many challenges and rarely contributes in the tribes conversations. So hopefully he’ll be gone tomorrow.

Bye!

Hi! after we lost the challenge a few official alliances formed. The Bubblegum Bitches with myself, Logan, Daisy, Alex and Josh. It was formed after I found out it was a four person alliance and Daisy added me to it when I asked her about it. Also, the alliance of myself, Alex, and Nehe. I like the two of them but Alex and I have discussed a final 2 already. Steven has not said a single word to me I forgot if I mentioned that but it still holds true!!!11 ok thats all bye

I scream and yell in my host chat and forget I need to put them in the confessional chat.

So I have an alliance with Keegan, Darian, and Ned and it’s super cute or whatever I guess. All three of them won immunity so I guess I’m just here like the loser of the alliance but whatever.

Besides this alliance, I don’t talk to anyone but that’s not for a lack of trying! I literally try to bug everyone all the time and no one answers me! I really like Elijah when he actually answers me but 90% of the time it’s like pulling teeth. Elena AND Brandon didn’t answer me when I said ‘hey’ so now I obviously feel to self-conscious to ever message them again because I don’t want to have to see the double 'hey.’ So I guess I’m just never talking to them again. But I don’t think that’ll matter because Elena is either about to be 1) med evaced or 2) voted out either way. So I just have to worry about Brandon but like I don’t care if we talk or not to be completely honest. I’m just biding my time until a swap because EVERYONE I talked to before we got put into tribes is on that tribe so like that sucks. Hopefully they take pity on me and decide that they want to work with me.

its been a fun game but my time has come

As of now I know I’m on the bottom of my tribe which kinda sucks. Daisy and Logan made an alliance with Alex, John, and Josh and not me. That left me shocked as I thought me and Logan were having good talks. No matter that, Alex and John made an alliance with me telling me about that one. I’m prob their side piece but as long as it keeps me safe I don’t mind. I made an alliance with Stevie as I really like the guy. I need to speak more with Sara so I can align with her but i’m sure daisy got some side thing with her.

I went into the forest night one and received a self vote which i thought still allowed me to vote just have a vote against me. This turns out not to be the case. I can’t vote at all so this scares me. I told Alex and John about it so that they know they can trust me and in the morning I will be telling Stevie so he isn’t blindsided that I didn’t tell him. The plan is to get rid of Steven, he’s the easiest guy to vote out. Right now though I need to move myself into a good spot and not where I stand right now. But yeah my hope is that Steven is the vote. Not me lets hope.

So I got roped into a great alliance including Sam, Darian, and Keegan, and three of us have individual immunity for the next tribal! Unfortunately, Elena hasn’t said a word since the game started, and I’m a little worried she’s not doing too great. However, we’re voting her out because she’s going to be medevaced soon anyway, and we don’t want to lose 3 tribemates before we even swap. At this point in games, I can usually tell about how far I’ll go, but I really don’t have a clue right now. I could be swap boot or I could win. Hopefully I win.

I won immunity, yay! This is my first time ever winning an individual immunity. The other two individual immunities were won by my alliance members NED and DARIAN. No one on the other tribe is safe which means any one of them could be voted off.

The vote tonight is going to be really easy. ELENA hasn’t been around for a while, hopefully she’s alright and just too busy with real life to play the game. As far as I’m aware, everyone is voting for her. It doesn’t really matter though, I’m safe so I’m not worried.

well no ones talking

but i think elenas goin bc shes inact?

[ashleysalanitri]

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1: My name? Ashley 2: Do I have any nicknames? Ashknee 3: Zodiac sign? Pisces 4: Video game I play to chill, not to win? Grand Theft Auto 5 5: Book/series I reread? Dear John 6: Aliens or ghosts? Ghosts 7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? Nicholas Sparks 8: Favourite radio station? God I haven't listened to the radio in years 9: Favourite flavour of anything? Caramel 10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great? Amazing 11: Favourite song? Right now it's Shape of You by Ed Sheeran 12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better? I don't have a specific question I go around asking new people 13: Favourite word? Fuck 14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them? Eh 15: Last song I listened to? Go to question 11 16: TV show I always recommend? Scream Tv Series but right now I'm telling everyone about Riverdale 17: Pirates or ninjas? Pirates 18: Movie I watch when I'm feeling down? Annie or The Wizard of Oz 19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song? That's The Way It Is by Celine Dion 20: Favourite video games? Grand Theft Auto 21: What am I most afraid of? Death 22: A good quality of mine? I'm reliable 23: A bad quality of mine? I'm very honest 24: Cats or dogs? I have 5000 cats so I'm obligated to say cats but I'd be down for a dog too 25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they're in? Leo DiCaprio or Tom Hanks 26: Favourite season? Spring 27: Am I in a relationship? Yeah right 28: Something I miss? Not being an adult 29: My best friend? Rebecca 30: Eye colour? Brown 31: Hair colour? Naturally it's brown but right now I have a ombré going on 32: Someone I love? My grandma 33: Someone I trust? Colleen 34: Someone I always think about? James 35: Am I excited about anything? Going to Mexico next year 36: My current obsession? Parenthood (the show) 37: Favourite TV shows as a child? Fresh Prince 38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to? Michael 39: Am I superstitious? Eh 40: What do I think about most? Life 41: Do I have any strange phobias? Eyes 42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? In front of lmao 43: Favourite hobbies? Reading 44: Last book I read? Milk and Honey 45: Last film I watched? Big Daddy 46: Do I play any instruments? I can kinda play the piano 47: Favourite animal? Koalas, turtles or elephants 48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow? None 49: Superpower I wish I could have? Time travel 50: How do I destress? Sleep 51: Do I like confrontation? Not really 52: When do I feel most at peace? When I'm relaxing in my room listening to music 53: What makes me smile? Willow 54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off? Off 55: Play any sports? Lol 56: What is my song of the week? Shape of you 57: Favourite drink? Lemonade 58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody? Probably the second grade 59: Afraid of heights? Depends how high 60: Pet peeve? Slow walkers 61: What was the last concert I went to see? Backstreet Boys 62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian? No 63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger? A writer or a dancer 64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy? Yes many 65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? Oz 66: Something I worry about? My future 67: Scared of the dark? No 68: Who are my best friends? Rebecca and Colleen 69: What do I admire most about others? Their passions 70: Can I sing? Sometimes 71: Something I wish I could do? Travel 72: If I won the lottery, what would I do? Buy my mom a new car 73: Have I ever skipped school? Yes 74: Favourite place on the planet? Beaches or anything that has to do with nature 75: Where do I want to live? Ireland 76: Do I have any pets? I have an army of cats 77: What is my current desktop picture? There's a heart of it 78: Early bird or night owl? Both 79: Sunsets or sunrise? Sunrise 80: Can I drive? Yes 81: Story behind my last kiss? We were chilling and it happened like it naturally does 82: Earphones or headphones? Earphones 83: Have I ever had braces? No 84: Story behind one of my scars? I fell on glass and a bunch of it got into my hand 85: Favourite genre of music? Rock 86: Who is my hero? My mom and grandma 87: Favourite comic book character? Archie 88: What makes me really angry? Men 89: Kindle or real book? Real book 90: Favourite sporty activity? I guess baseball 91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be? Bullying 92: What was my favourite subject at school? Art and Music 93: Siblings? I have a step brother named Joe and a brother named Michael 94: What was the last thing I bought? Candy at the movie theatre 95: How tall am I? 5'7'' 96: Can I cook? Yes 97: Can I bake? Yes 98: 3 things I love? Chocolate Netflix My cat 99: 3 things I hate? Men Liars Donald Trump 100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? Yes 101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? Boys 102: Where was I born? Long Island 103: Sexual orientation? Straight 104: Where do I currently live? Long Island 105: Last person I texted? Steven 106: Last time I cried? The movie theatre when I was watching Newsies 107: Guilty pleasure? Netflix 108: Favourite Youtuber? Ellie and Jared Mecham, also Bonnie and Joel Hollein 109: A photo of myself. Nah b 110: Do I like selfies? Yeah 111: Favourite game app? Right now I'm obsessed with Cooking Dash 112: My relationship with my parents? My moms my bff 113: Favourite accents? Brooklyn accents and Spanish accents 114: A place I have not been but wish to visit? Ireland 115: Favourite number? 8 116: Can I juggle? No 117: Am I religious? Somewhat 118: Do I like space? Yes 119: Do I like the deep ocean? Yes 120: Am I much of a daredevil? Depends on my mood 121: Am I allergic to anything? People 122: Can I curl my tongue? Yes 123: Can I wiggle my ears? Ye 124: Do I like clowns? No 125: The Beatles or Elvis? The Beatles 126: My current project? Get my life together 127: Am I a bad loser? No a good loser 128: Do I admit when I wrong? Sometimes 129: Forest or beach? Depends 130: Favourite piece of advice? Be who you thought you'd be when you were younger 131: Am I a good liar? Oh yeah 132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district? Gryffindor, Amity, whatever District Effie is in cause this girl is not about to go into the Hunger Games 133: Do I talk to myself? Yeah I'm my best friend 134: Am I very social? I can be 135: Do I like gossip? Yes xoxo gossip girl 136: Do I keep a journal/diary? I used to 137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? Yes 138: Do I believe in second chances? Yes 139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do? Return it to the nearest store or building 140: Do I believe people are capable of change? Yes 141: Have I ever been underweight? No 142: Am I ticklish? Yes 143: Have I ever been in a submarine? No 144: Have I ever been on a plane? Yes 145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family? Oh man honestly I have no clue no one would make a movie about my life all it would be is me watching show after show on Netflix 146: Have I ever been overweight? Yes 147: Do I have any piercings? 14 148: Which fictional character do I wish was real? Lorelei Gilmore 149: Do I have any tattoos? 6 150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far? To be myself 151: Do I believe in Karma? Ye 152: Do I wear glasses or contacts? Both 153: What was my first car? :)))) 154: Do I want children? Yes 155: Who is the most intelligent person I know? So many people I know are smart 156: My most embarrassing memory? The other day at work I called a guys daughter a he 157: What makes me nostalgic? Music 158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? Yes 159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? Brains 160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe? I actually have a lot of creme and blues 161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience? Yes 162: What do I hate most about myself? My anxiety 163: What do I love most about myself? My willingness to help others 164: Do I like adventure? Yes 165: Do I believe in fate? Yes 166: Favourite animal? Koala 167: Have I ever been on radio? No 168: Have I ever been on TV? Yes 169: How old am I? I'll be 21 in a week #hellaold 170: One of my favourite quotes? Shadows bring the starlight You just gotta give hope a chance to float up 171: Do I hold grudges? I can 172: Do I trust easily? Yes 173: Have I learnt from my mistakes? Probably not 174: Best gift I’ve ever received? My mom surprised me with a camera two Christmas ago 175: Do I dream? Yes 176: Have I ever had a night terror? Yes 177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? Last night I dreamt that I was the new Michael Jackson 178: An experience that has made me stronger? So many 179: If I were immortal, what would I do? Travel 180: Do I like shopping? Yes 181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do? @ Donald Trump 182: What does “family” mean to me? Ohana 183: What is my spirit animal? A sloth 184: How do I want to be remembered? As king, caring and, loving 185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose? How to play the guitar 186: What is my greatest failure? My whole life lol 187: What is my greatest achievement? Being a sister, daughter, cat mom 188: Love or money? Love 189: Love or career? Love 190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go? Omg Ireland for the hundredth time 191: What makes me the happiest? Movies 192: What is “home” to me? My room 193: What motivates me? The people surrounding me 194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be? See you all in hell 195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens? No 196: A movie that scared me as a child? Nightmare on Elm Street 197: Something I hated as a child that I like now? Broccoli 198: Zombies or vampires? Vampires 199: Live in the city or suburbs? City 200: Dragons or wizards? Wizards 201: A nightmare that has stayed with me? My life 202: How do I define love? When you can look at the other and just see happiness 203: Do I judge a book by its cover? Sometimes honestly 204: Have I ever had my heart broken? Oh yeah 205: Do I like my handwriting? Yes 206: Sweet or savoury? Sweet 207: Worst job I’ve had? Swirls and twirls 208: Do I collect anything? Playbills 209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? My grandmas earrings 210: What is on my bucket list? Travel 211: How do I handle anger? Breathe 212: Was I named after anyone? No 213: Do I use sarcasm a lot? My first language 214: What TV character am I most like? Carrie Heffernan 215: What is the weirdest talent I have? Having the attention span to focus 216: Favourite fictional character? Dory