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LSL Week Day 3: Alternate Universe

Sanji has had complaints from his staff on all fronts about this guy who would come in and place giant orders and back everything up. He always paid and tipped well but according to them he wasn’t worth what he was doing to the rest of the dining room. Sanji decided he would personally take care of the guy from now on, he was already working seven days a week as the owner of All Blue, he’s done waiting, he done all the stations, dishwashing, he’s done it all; hell his old man ran Baratie so he knew how to handle problematic customers.

So when Perona comes out screaming that he is back and she’s threatening to quit, does Sanji remind her that he promised he would handle everything for the problem customer. Perona gives him the table number and Sanji shucks off his apron to head to the dining room to take the order. It’s some guy with black hair, an orange haired woman, and a guy with a long nose that looks vaguely familiar from his time at Baratie. There’s also Zoro who he doesn’t think remembers him from the one time he let Perona have a family dinner here on the house.

“Hello, I’m Sanji I’ll be taking care of you this evening, can I start you off with any drinks?” Sanji asks in his best waiter voice.

“You’re new, we haven’t had you before.” The woman grins at him.

“Usually we just come here to bother Perona and eat,” Black hair nods, “the food is really good though so I guess it’s okay.” Sanji smiles politely and makes a mental note that this is their last time in his restaurant and they will be banned after tonight. God willing he is not losing Perona even if her dad is richer than the heaven’s and the earth combined, she was much too good of a waitress to let go.

“Ah, yes. Perona is awfully busy tonight so I offered to take the table off her hands.” Sanji answers. Zoro huffs but orders a beer and the woman orders a wine as the other two just get water. As he’s getting the drinks and Perona passes by does he grab her lightly. “You didn’t mention your brother is here.”

“It’s his crew, I don’t know why they keep coming here, but Luffy, the problem customer, is a bottomless pit. Zoro doesn’t even remember you despite you talking to Mihawk for like two hours about wine.” Perona huffs. Names start clicking together in his memory of their conversations, Nami, Usopp, Luffy, and Zoro. The brother and friends that Perona wanted to strangle constantly.

“It’s their last night here.” Sanji grumbles as he puts his customer service facade back on heads back to the table. Placing the drinks on the table he looks at them all, “And to eat tonight?”

“I’ll have the seafood pasta.”  Nami smiles at him as she sips her wine.

“New York, rare.” Zoro says. 

“Pea risotto, please?” Usopp asks nervously, Sanji doesn’t get why. He’s not that threatening.

Then Luffy lists off like ten dishes for himself. Sanji nods and takes it all in stride as he thanks them for their order, rings it and goes to the kitchen. He’s had worse, he can do this. He’s had to do full lunch and dinner rushes basically by himself in the kitchen before he’s got this. He mutters to himself as he grabs a bottle of wine and drinks straight from the bottle as he starts cooking. He’s got this.

He’s got this.

Pudding comes to check on him as Perona thanks him and apologises but he waves them both off as Perona lines up trays so they can start taking it out. Sanji gets it now, he does. He’s smoking at least five full cigarettes after this. He deserves it and the bottle of wine he grabbed. He owns the damn place anyway.

They take the food out and Sanji asks if they can get them anything else but are waved off with thanks so Sanji goes to smoke as Perona hugs him once they’re safely behind the kitchen doors. When he gets through three cigarettes and a third of the bottle, or what was left of it, does he go check on the table again. Most of the plates are cleaned to his surprise. When he sets the bill down he smiles at them politely.

“I do have to ask you four to never return to All Blue. If you do you will be kicked out and possibly trespassed.” Sanji says with an even tone.

“What? Why?” Nami asks with wide eyes and Luffy looks like he’s about to cry. He does actually cry because the food is so good apparently. Usopp starts slinking into his chair as Zoro looks offended. 

“If my staff keeps having to feed you I will have no staff.” Sanji explains. “Thank you for your patronage, truly, it does mean a lot, however I do have to take care of my staff. Have a good night, the host will take care of you.” Sanji says with a wave as he heads back to the kitchen.

When they finish shutting down in record time after they close, Perona and Sanji are out back sharing a different bottle of wine while Sanji smokes. There’s shadows at the end of the alley and cheers of ‘we found them’ which makes Perona groan. Sanji looks and sees the problem table approaching them.

“Are we really banned?” Luffy whines at him, pleading almost as the four of them approach.

“Unfortunately.” Sanji nods.

“But the food!” Luffy whines again which makes Sanji chuckle and dig the breast pocket of his chef jacket and give Luffy a card.

“Here, that’s my business card but it does have my personal cell number on there. I’m usually free in the mornings.” Sanji offers with a smile.

“Wow, this place is super snazzy to have a cook with business cards.” Zoro laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“Zoro, this is Sanji, ya know, the owner.” Perona growls as she drinks from the bottle and Zoro’s one eye widens. “I’m so telling Mihawk.” She mutters at him.

“So does this mean I can ask you on a date?” Luffy asks Sanji as he studies the card.

“Sure.” Sanji laughs. “Still banned though.”

“That’s okay!” Luffy smiles brightly at him, Perona finishes off the bottle as she leaves with a wave to him, taking the group with her. Sanji gets a text only a few minutes later that is just emojis of bacon and eggs.

[lynnbeck-smithingtable]

i saw on the l n el discord a while ago that you started playing Control, what did you think of it? its one of my favorite games so i hope you had a good time with it

Finally, a game I've actually played! Yeah Control's great. Anyone who hasn't played it should, especially if they're fans of SCP Foundation and similar stuff though I also recommend playing the first Alan Wake game first, or at least reading/listening to a plot summary, since they're canonically set in the same universe. Unfortunately I don't have it installed currently, though I might reinstall it soon because they added the Hideo Kojima cameo mission from the PS4 version to the Steam version).

My only real issues are that it runs really poorly on my computer (which is more an issue with the computer I think), and also that I somehow managed to unlock the second DLC like midway through the story, so I basically hit a really big difficulty spike way before I was supposed to.

Also, a thing I didn't notice but found out about from the wiki is that, when Jesse first picks up the Service Weapon, before it bonds to her, it actually looks different than it does in the rest of the game, and every user's meant to have their own version. Which I already assumed from the "it was Excalibur and Mjolnir" thing, but still.

(this ask is part of the lynnbeck-smithingtable april fools 2025 event; send me asks about games that aren't Minecraft and I will do my best to answer them)

A few miscellaneous thoughts below, which include spoilers not just for Control, but also for the first Alan Wake game.

I swear the Pierce weapon-form has a much shorter range than it feels like it should? Like I'm pretty sure I used it when I got to the Mould area to attack an enemy that was off in the distance, and it wasn't hitting.

The Ashtray sequence goes hard. 10/10, wish I could experience it in VR.

There was a lot more Alan Wake stuff than I expected outside the DLC (which I already knew was a sort of crossover/cross-through before playing). Like I remember finding files in one main-game area that mentioned Alice and Barry, and like. I don't know if AWE added that in retroactively, but as someone who had recently finished Alan Wake 1, I was genuinely surprised!

Speaking of Alan Wake stuff, Hartman's design in the AWE DLC is genuinely amazing.

I wasn't expecting Marshall to die at the end of Foundation! Like yeah, she does the whole "I need to go now, there's a thing going on" thing, but I didn't expect her to show up there.

Jemily is OTP. I really hope they're a proper couple in Control 2.

Speaking of Control 2, from what I've seen (via Lore Dump since both the Control and Alan Wake 2 Lake House episodes have ended with Monty showing Control 2 concept art and trailer screenshots, respectively) I think it's really cool that Remedy appear to be expanding the scope of the Hiss infestation to at least the whole of New York, but also this has Implications™, because like. Alan and Alice used to live there. From what I've had spoiled for me (again, because of Lore Dump, go listen to it, it's a great podcast, especially the Bioshock, Arkham and Spiderman "seasons", though ironically the pre-Alan Wake II Remedy episodes are kinda "eh", like Monty kinda glosses over a decent amount of plot-points in the American Nightmare episode; Monty's episodes from the Bioshock one onwards are really good) the Dark Place kinda. "Intersects" with New York? I think??? And considering what AWE depicts what happens when the Hiss and the Dark Presence interact, this can't end well. Also uhhhh another thing from the Lore Dump end-of-episode Control 2 trailer speculation is the possibility that Chester Bless will be played by the same actor who played Paul Serene in Quantum Break, following the pattern of QB actors being brought back in Remedy's modern games.

I really like Ahti. He's like G-Man's chill cousin who just wants to clean up, listen to sick beats, unintentionally curse a TV, and yell at a giant sentient pipe-clog. Also the end of his questline is hilariously anticlimactic, but in a good way.

[coldbrewghoul]

The Price of Playing God - P.RichtofenxReader

Chapter 12: Cranial Penetration

What happened after Dempsey and Reader jumped through the portal after Richtofen?

Notes: Isekai and Transmigration, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Alternate Timelines/Universe - Canon Divergence

It had been two years since the events in France. Dempsey had taken you back to America with him, helping you set up citizenship with his military contacts and introducing you to his family. You had been shocked by their kindness when they offered to put you up at their house in Liberty Falls. Tank had been right; you became fast friends with the youngest Dempsey girl, Cassidy, sharing her room with her. After a few months though, you worried you’d overstay your welcome, especially after Tank was redeployed for service and wasn’t around as much. You ended up finding a job as a lab tech in New York and got yourself a small apartment. You spent your weekdays cleaning up after the male scientists who knew half as much as you did while taking night classes at a women’s college in order to earn your degree (again). When you weren’t studying, trying to separate what science had been invented and what science hadn’t, you wrote letters, desperate to keep any connection to people who knew who you really were.

Cassidy was your constant pen pal. You wrote to her weekly and she responded just as often. The Dempseys invited you to stay with them every holiday, understanding from Tank that you had no family. You were endlessly grateful to them for accepting you into their lives. You wrote to Tank when he was deployed like the rest of his sisters did, telling him silly little things about your life and wishing him well. He was the second best responder to your letters after Cassidy and you’d begun to think of him like the brother you never had. You also wrote to Nikolai and Takeo, but they didn’t respond as often, either because they were busy or the international postal service was iffy at best. You were grateful for any response you got from them, even though you’d only gotten a few letters back from them in the past couple years.

You wrote letters to Edward too, although there was no address—no way to send them. It was stupid how much you missed a man you’d only known for four days, but you thought of him constantly. The problem was you couldn’t tell if you were sad and hoped he was okay somewhere or if you were mad at him for leaving you and hoped he wasn’t okay. At least if he was suffering somewhere you’d have to forgive him for breaking his promise to you. Your back and forth longing and rage for him gave you whiplash, but didn’t stop you from spending a decent chunk of your paychecks to get copies of all his published research mailed to you from Germany.  After you received them you spent weeks using resources at your college to painstakingly translate them to English just so you could read his words when you were lying alone in your bed. It was the only way to be close to him. You slept with his research papers and the Mauser he’d given you on your bedside table.

It was hard to not be paranoid that someday you’d be back in a zombie nightmare so Dempsey, your main confidant for your anxieties, helped you get set up with a few of his retired military friends in New York. You started meeting them regularly at the local range. They’d been iffy about teaching a girl to shoot, but quickly warmed up to you when you showed you already had the basics down and eventually, when your aim was good enough, they started inviting you hunting with them. You also bought some weights to build up strength with and would take runs in the middle of the night once a week, bundled up in men’s clothes for safety. You’d found a kind Japanese man who didn’t mind that you were a woman and let you join his Aikido class. When Tank found out about your constant obsessive training, he teased you, saying you were like those guys who left the service, but not the war. Maybe he was right.

Tonight, though, you were breaking from your usual routine. You futzed with the dress you’d picked out, wondering if it was just a little too scandalous for a simple date. It was a black beaded V-neck thing, simple yet striking. You’d bought it on a whim and hadn’t had a chance to wear it until Harrison, a scientist from your work, asked you out for drinks. He was nice enough you supposed, if a little dorky. You hadn’t thought of a good reason to say no so here you were applying the trendy red lipstick of the era. Smacking your lips, you put the tube in the large clutch that already held the Mauser that never left your side. With one last check that your curls were still in place, you slung a long wool coat over your shoulders and went to the outside curb where your date was already waiting at his car. He opened the passenger door for you and you climbed in.

You’d worked with Harrison for the past year and knew he’d had a crush on you, but he’d kept his distance and every interaction you’d had with him had been respectful. Maybe that’s why when he finally got up the courage to ask you out you decided to give him a chance even though your heart wasn’t in it. Or maybe you were just tired of Ma Dempsey asking you when you were going to get married… Either way, at least he was quiet, barely speaking most of the date and you were just fine with that. About halfway through, you excused yourself to powder your nose and headed to the bathroom. You used a stall, washed your hands and started fixing your lipstick when a yellow light reflected in the mirror. Frowning, you looked around for a source, but it seemed like the light was coming from you, your skin glowing. The memory of the mishap with the particle accelerator flashed in your mind and you grabbed your clutch from the sink counter, backing into a stall and locking it. No, not again… why now?! Your stomach lurched as it felt like your skin was being sucked inward to your core and you squeezed your eyes shut…

-

“(y/n)! Hey, wake up!”

“Fuck off, Tank…” you groaned, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” he laughed, “but we ain’t at home and you need to get up.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see Nikolai scooping you up, squishing you in a big bear hug. Over his shoulder you saw Takeo smiling at you.

“Hey! Careful with her, she’s bleeding!” Tank scolded.

“Our girl is tough as nails! She can handle a hug!” Nikolai laughed, setting you down.

“Can I?” You asked, half joking as you felt the back of your head and your hands came back red. “Fuck, Tank how bad is it?”

He inspected your wound. “You got knocked good, but I think you’ll be fine. Why’re you all dressed up?”

“I was on a date.”

“I hope you have better taste now than when I first met you,” he teased, earning a punch. “Ow…”

“It is an honor to see you again,” Takeo said, coming forward to give you a bow. “I have enjoyed receiving your letters.”

“It’s good to see you too, Takeo,” you grinned. “But… where the hell are we?”

Everyone looked at each other. Not around the room to see where they were, but at each other. You pieced together the glances: What do we tell her? How much do we reveal? You took a step back from them, anger boiling your blood. They’d been together this whole time without you. “Whatever the three of you have been doing… Was Richtofen with you?”

Tank stepped forward, reaching out for you. He’d been the one that Cassidy would call in when you were screaming in the middle of the night. He’d been the one to hold you those first few weeks while you cried over Edward. He’d been the one who bought you a sniper rifle for Christmas and his mom gave him a hard time because it wasn’t an appropriate gift. He’d been like a brother to you… But he’d been hiding things this whole time. You stepped back.

“I asked if Richtofen was with you,” you snapped. “I want a goddamn answer.”

“Yes,” Takeo answered at the same time Nikolai said “No” and Dempsey said: “Kinda.”

You scoffed, “Fucks sake, boys, at least get your story straight.” You loved these men, but there was poison in your tone.

“Look, you… aren’t supposed to be here,” Tank said sheepishly.

“Where have I heard that before? Oh right, France. So once again I am pulled into some mess I’m not supposed to be in and you—“ You shoved a finger in Dempsey’s face. “—could have told me, warned me about this, but no! All of you chose to keep me out of it. You let me waste my time being a fucking lab tech and going to college for a degree I could fucking teach!”

You weren’t the only one yelling. Somewhere in the distance someone called out: “Edward! Open this door now! Stay by me, Samantha…” You pulled your Mauser out of your clutch and with one last glare at Tank, marched towards the noise, your heels echoing through the halls of what appeared to be some sort of military base.

Tank ran to your side. “Wait, you’ve got no clue what’s going on. You can’t just barge in there.

“Your first sentence is correct, the second is absolutely false. I can and I will,” you said, continuing to speed walk.

“We are going to run out of time for our mission!” Nikolai stressed, “We don’t have time to explain. Please just stay here. You won’t understand what you’ll see.”

“Who you’ll see,” Takeo murmured quietly and that was all you needed to quicken your pace, kicking off your heels, lifting up your dress and full sprinting. Caught by surprise they tried to catch up, but you’d been training and had a head start. You turned a corner, vaulted over a window and…

A man in a German military uniform was standing in front of a large machine, laughing maniacally. Tank came in behind you and you heard his gun cock. “This ain’t funny, doc.”

Your head whipped to look at him. You’d only heard him refer to one person like that with that much venom. Nikolai rushed in next, also aiming his weapon. “Turn around.”

“Slowly,” Takeo added.

The man turned around and you froze. He had Richtofen’s nose, chin, jaw and cheekbones, but… he was much older and there was something about his eyes that sent a cold shiver down your spine. “Do you know… who I am?” The way he spoke was confident, mocking them.

He looked like Edward, but something in your gut told you he wasn’t the same. When his eyes landed on you there was no spark of recognition, only confusion. This was a different dimension. It had to be. You looked at Tank, still enraged he’d kept so much from you and now you were tossed in the middle, but he had his eyes trained on the Not Richtofen. “Yeah, we know. That’s why you better do exactly as we say.”

Nikolai put a hand on your shoulder, stepping in front of you protectively as the Not Richtofen leered at you. “A great evil approaches. There is a chain of events that must be set in motion.”

Speaking of great evil… you heard the sound that haunted your dreams echoing through the halls of the building: zombies. You readied your Mauser, looking around as Dempsey and Nikolai went to block the entrances. Takeo was still focused on Not Richtofen, drawing his sword. “The future hangs by a thread. You must awaken the test subjects.”

Not Richtofen grinned, raising his hand over a control panel. You turned around to see the zombies breaking through. You aimed and shot one between its eyes as Nikolai bashed a zombie back from the window. Dempsey began firing his dual pistols. “Richtofen, whatever you’re thinking of doing, don't do it!”

“You do not want to meet what’s on the other side of that door!” Nikolai promised.

Takeo rushed to help the others, slicing a zombie. “You cannot begin to comprehend the great evil you could unleash!”

Behind you, electricity crackled. You breathed in and out slowly just like you’d been training for the past couple years and then unloaded your magazine, each bullet finding its home in a zombie forehead. “She ain’t got the muscle, but she’s a dead shot.” That’s what they’d said about you at the range, marveling at your aim. It’s why they started to take you hunting. After a year of practice you never missed, whether you or the target was moving or both. The men stared at you as the last zombie fell and you dropped your empty clip to the ground. Sure enough, when you thought about reloading a new clip appeared in your hand and you shoved it in. So we really are back to this, huh?

They stopped gawking at you and looked over your shoulder. You turned around and… your heart seized. God it had been two years and still you got butterflies when you saw him. Your Richtofen stepped out of the machine. He had a look of calm anger on his face, raising his gun and shooting Not Richtofen in the head. You heard Tank yell, but you couldn’t make out words. What you had just witnessed… you were sure you had seen it before. But… how? And when? Richtofen knelt down over Not Richtofen’s body. “What can I say, Dempsey? Things change.”

“Only a fool would dare to change history!” Nikolai yelled, angry.

That’s when Richtofen looked up and saw you, essentially barefoot, in your dress, his old Mauser in your hand. He stood, sending the round metal ball he held to the inventory dimension, and walked towards you. You were frozen in place, your eyebrows knit together as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over you. His eyes held yours, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to his chest. Good lord, when did he get all confident? “I am no fool. What I do… I do only to secure a better tomorrow.” He brought his hand to your cheek, his fingertips grazing it as he tucked a curl behind your ear. “Hello, (y/n).”

“Hi,” you breathed, your mind going blank.

“Fucks sake,” Dempsey grumbled, glaring at you before looking away at the horde that was running towards your group. “Let’s see if we live to see it.”

Richtofen gave you a cocky grin. “It sounds like some patients are in need of a doctor,” he said, winking. Your mouth went dry. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and then pulled away, raising his gun to face the horde.  You watched as he joined the other three men. You were sure that he was the Richtofen you met in France; you could feel it in your bones, but… something had changed and you wondered if he was still the same man he was before.

[tgrzrk]

I've lived in northern Appalachia my entire life. I was born here in a small town along the rust belt and over the years I've had the uniquely devastating privilege of seeing my hometown collapse around me.

When I was born at the tail end of the nineties, the economy here was booming. We had our own taxi service. We had one of the largest hospitals in a 20 mile radius. There wasn't a single empty storefront downtown. Nowadays, the taxis are long gone, the hospital is outdated and full of underpaid doctors who frequently screw over patients, and you'd be hard pressed to find more than five shops that have lasted more than six months downtown.

I imagine that a lot of times when foreigners think of the united states, they imagine New York City or Los Angeles but the reality is that a significant portion of the of the country is much like my dying little town: full of poor, tired people, who have worked hard their whole lives just to be unable to accomplish anything at all.

I work as a janitor at a major east coast university (which I will be referring to as a multibillion dollar corporation because that's what colleges are in this country). I frequently work with student employees who come from overseas and the disappointment on their faces at seeing what America is actually like is palpable. It's even worse when you tell them that the shitty, low paying job they have to get them through college is more than likely going to be the same kind of work they end up doing the rest of their lives if they stay here after graduation, degree be damned.

So for anyone who wants to know what the average American's life is like, here it is:

I currently make thirteen dollars an hour working for a multibillion dollar corporation. I'm not allowed to work more than twenty hours a week because said corporation has decided that part timers aren't allowed to be in the union. At thirteen an hour and twenty hours a week, that's 260 dollars a week before taxes. Nearly every dollar I make goes toward buying groceries for myself, my partner, and my father every other week.

I live at home with my dad at twenty seven because the housing market is so broken where I live that a one bedroom apartment costs upwards of $900 a month not including utilities. A one bedroom house averages over $800,000. In a town with less than 50,000 people. My dad thankfully takes care of the utilities and my partner pays for our vehicle maintenance, gas, and entertainment budget. Even with us all working we barely make ends meet. My current life savings is $300.

I frequently have to call off work due to the heavily physical nature of my job aggravating my various physical and psychological disabilities which the state government says aren't severe enough for me to qualify for any sort of assistance. I had at least five call offs in the last two months because the bones in my wrist decided to start swelling. Did you know bones could swell? Because I didn't.

And the most fucked up part? I'm one of the lucky ones. In this part of the country, having a job at all is practically a miracle. It took me (including the time spent in covid lockdown) seven years to get a job after leaving my last position. Seven. Years. Seven years of continuous applications. Seven years of interviews with companies that couldn't be bothered to so much as send a rejection email. And all so I could end up cleaning bathrooms for spoiled trust fund baby college kids. But I'm one of the lucky ones around here.

I didn't even have the opportunity to get a college degree. My best friend who grew up more well off majored in business. The minute she graduated she moved away from our dying little town to search for a career. Despite her degree and frankly amazing resume, she's been unemployed for the last year and a half. She's going to be thirty in October.

This country does nothing but chew up and spit out everyone but those born into luck and privilege. Corporations here are making record profits while the average citizen spends their entire paycheck on food. The country is falling apart and has been since Reagan.

I want to hold on to hope that things will change for the better, but I've spent my whole life seeing the town I love fall to pieces around me while the people here just slog on day to day because there's simply no other choice. It seems that every inch of progress the U.S. makes, we get pushed back feet.

[nessiithatsme]

Unexpected Connection - Logan Henderson

Chapter 1:

Emma

"And last up for today, we have the VIP arrivals. In the Presidential Suite, Governor Paul Harrison will be checking in with his wife Laura and his two daughters Sophie and Tilly. Please ensure that the sixth floor is not accessible to any other guests. Security comes first here." I continued to scroll through the list of today's arrivals and skimmed over the details. New York is full of events this week and all the hotels are fully booked - including my own. In addition to the political visit, I had the challenge of accommodating an entire team of producers with a boy band. And this gang had, of course, made themselves comfortable for a whole month. Luckily, I was able to house them far away from Governor Harrison.

"Oh, Emma, before I forget: Mrs. Reynolds called. She wanted to make sure the rooms were properly prepared for the boy band and that they were getting the daily turn-down service. She also asked if the room of Mr. Maslow  would get the dog treatment, because he's now coming with his girlfriend and two dogs." Anna, my assistant and best friend, interrupted me as I was going through the final details.

Anna and I have been inseparable since high school. We went to college together, spent a year volunteering in Australia and now work at the most prestigious hotel in Central Park, New York. She has often helped me out when I was in the middle of a mess.

"Emma, have you been listening to me?" Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I winced - was I really that lost in my own thoughts again? I quickly shook myself, turning my gaze to Anna and the other members of my team.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "yes, the dog treatment has been prepared and the daily cleaning service for all the rooms has also been organized. Anna, please take care of welcoming the band personally when they arrive. I will probably be busy with Mr. Harrison for a while. If there are any problems, please call me immediately." I glanced at the remaining tasks. "Our house is almost fully booked, and the privacy and security of our VIPs must be absolutely guaranteed. Do you understand? It's going to be a busy week, but I know we can do it together. Are you all ready?" I looked at the faces of my team - Anna's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

"Okay, let's get started then." I closed the folder with the documents and walked towards the back office.

Looking at my desk, you might wonder how I managed to run a department in this chaos. In contrast, Anna's desk always looked spotless. I still had a lot of emails to answer and two meetings to attend, but then I received a message: reception needed me. So I made my way to the front desk.

My colleague Samantha was at reception and explained the situation to me: a guest wasn't happy with their booking.

"Welcome, how can I help you, Mr.... Jones?" I had just called up his name in my system and looked at the details. "I don't know if your colleague is new, but I've been coming to your hotel for years and always have the same room. I expect you to respect my wishes this time too." Mr. Jones gesticulated wildly with his arms and his cheeks took on a reddish hue. I really liked guests like that. Not only did they feel like the kings of the world, they assumed they could get away with anything. But even this type was easy to appease if you knew how.

"Mr. Jones, I assure you that we always do our best to offer our guests a pleasant stay," I said calmly and with a smile. "Unfortunately, we cannot fulfill your request for this particular room as it is reserved exclusively for another booking. But I will be happy to offer you a complimentary upgrade to one of our Club Suites." In less than a minute, I had changed his booking and found the right solution.

Despite his initial anger, he seemed to relax a little as he held the suite card in his hand. "It's the least I can do," he grumbled, "and please have my luggage brought up. The suits here urgently need to be dry cleaned."

I nodded and made a note. "Of course, I'll take care of it. The suits will be sent to the dry cleaners immediately and will be returned to you today." I handed him the new room cards and gave him an extra charming smile. "If you have any further questions or requests, I'm always at your disposal." I could see him calm down again when he noticed my smile. That was the moment I knew I had won him over.

"Thank you, Miss White," he finally said, giving me an almost conspiratorial wink.

"Miss White," I corrected reflexively. Why was I doing that? What possessed me to be so formal, as if there was something to correct? I watched Mr. Jones for a moment and had the feeling that he saw the whole conversation as some kind of game. But I had clearer rules: Work and private life - strictly separate. And Mr. Jones clearly belonged to work.

Back in the back office, I found Anna coming towards me with a big grin on her face. I knew immediately what she was thinking. She had heard everything.

"Let's not pretend you don't know anything," I said with a sigh. "What do you have to say, Anna?"

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Emma, have you really not noticed? You've got Mr. Jones wrapped around your finger! And that wink - he's clearly interested."

I shook my head, but couldn't suppress a smile. "You really are a good observer, it's almost creepy."

"You should really consider that," she continued, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe it's time to go on a date again. It's been a while since your last one."

"Anna!" I laughed and gave her a suspicious look. "That's not something we should be discussing here at work."

But before she could continue, Samantha came back into the office.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but Mrs. Jackson from the band called. She and the boys will be here in a few minutes."

I groaned inwardly. The boy band wasn't originally announced for five o'clock - why did they have to be here now? "Anna, you take care of the band, will you? I have to see the governor and his family. I really don't have any more nerves for these guys today."

"Of course," Anna said, rolling her eyes. She knew perfectly well that I always felt more comfortable with political guests than with self-absorbed singers.

"I've already informed the security staff that they need to keep a closer eye on the front door. They're arriving pretty much at the same time as the governor." Samantha looked nervous.

I looked at my watch - 3:45pm. Crap. It was going to be a mess.

"Okay, we're good to go then," I said, trying to activate my smile. "Let's receive our VIPs. What the hell, this should be...fun."

I made my way to the lobby - the true test of my hotel management skills was about to begin.

Logan

The traffic in New York is a nightmare as always. Every meter stretches, the noise of honking cars and the incessant rattling of trams mix into a single, agonizing sound. I rest my head against the taxi window and try to relax somehow, but the dull pain in my head cannot be ignored. The six-hour flight from L.A. to here didn't help. On the contrary. I just want to arrive and finally have some peace and quiet.

"You look like you could use a drink," Kendall says next to me, his voice as relaxed as ever, but his look betrays that he knows there's more to my condition than that.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious," I mutter, trying to suppress a grin, although the stabbing pain in my head makes that almost impossible. I close my eyes and sink further against the window.

"I've been watching you the whole flight, you know? And every time you open your eyes, you have this look on your face – as if you want to drag the whole world into the abyss. And it's been like that for hours." Kendall leans back in his seat, crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "Believe me, man, I know the feeling. You keep burying yourself in your head when it gets to be too much. And you keep doing it."

"I don't have the energy to deal with your stuff today," I say, ignoring the slight tingling in my chest when I think of his words. It's not the first time Kendall has held up the mirror to me – but today it feels different. Like an echo from a bygone era when I hadn't tried to numb myself so often.

"You always talk yourself into it, Logan," Kendall says with a slight smirk. "You always act as if you're the only one struggling through all of this, as if the whole lifestyle is a burden you have to carry alone. But this..." – he points to the streets of New York as if he could sweep aside all the chaos around us with a flick of his hand – "... this is not only the price of success. It's also the price of what you do to yourself."

I blink and then look at him out of the corner of my eye. "What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, you know exactly what I mean," Kendall says and sits up a bit straighter. "You're just running from one party to the next, from one woman to the next – always on the hunt for the next distraction. It's like you're running away from something. Always looking for the next kick to fill the empty space inside you, but somehow it's never enough, is it?"

His words hit me like a blow, even though I don't really want to admit it. The truth cuts more than I want to admit, and somehow I know Kendall is right. I've thrown myself into this downward spiral often enough, as if the next one-night stand or the next show is the right way to clear my head. But it never works. It never works.

"You know me well, don't you?" I say, more as a statement than a question. I suddenly feel naked in front of him, as if he has seen right through me – as if all my masks have been blown up from the first second.

"I've copied that from you," he replies dryly, "the way you go from one woman to the next without really looking, that's the way you go through your life. Always straight ahead, without stopping to ask what you're actually doing. What you're actually losing."

I want to say something, but all I can feel is the throbbing of this damn headache. So many nights, so many faces, so many people I know, but no one who is really there when it counts. I feel like I've been disappearing more and more into myself in the last few months – as if the chase for the next kick is all that's left holding me together.

"I just want some peace and quiet, Kendall," I say, my voice lower than I thought. 'I just want to clear my head for once. Not always this damn restlessness. But somehow... somehow I never find the way out."

"Because you never really try to find the way out, Logan,' Kendall replies. "You act as if this is somehow normal. But you're not the type to betray yourself, you're better than that."

He speaks with such clarity, as if he were the only one who sees the truth. And somehow he is. The other guys, Carlos, James – they know that I talk a little too loosely and take life as it comes. But they don't see what I hide behind the facades. Kendall sees it. And that feels good and bad at the same time. Good because he's finally throwing a reality in my face that I'd rather block out. Bad because with each of his words, I catch myself lying to myself more.

"You're such a damn brother, you know that?" I finally say, without taking my eyes off him. I see that he is not only there for me now, but that he is also making an effort to understand me. It's not the first time that Kendall has been there for me as a friend, as a brother. But today it feels different. More profound.

"Someone has to take the fall for you if you can't do it yourself," says Kendall, with a slight smile on his lips. But it's not a joke. It's the truth. And it's more than I'm often willing to admit. He has that look that only a brother can have – the look that says, "I'm here even when you don't want me to be."

The taxi rolls through the streets of Manhattan, and slowly the lights of the hotel become visible – the last hectoliters of stress and excitement disappear behind us as the shiny black facade of the hotel comes into view. A familiar sight, but one that seems different to me today. Maybe because it's the moment when I realize that this whole lifestyle, the celebrity, the constant back and forth between shows and women, is no longer enough. Maybe it's this moment when I realize that Kendall is the only one who is really listening to me right now.

The taxi pulls up in front of the entrance, the driver turns around and says, "We're here, guys."

"Finally," I mutter and open the door.

Kendall follows me and when we're standing in front of the hotel, he turns to me. 'Come on, man. Think about what I said,' he says calmly. "It's not too late to see things differently. You just have to stop running away from yourself."

I nod and take a deep breath. "I'll think about it, Kendall. I promise."

He gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder, and with one last look in his eyes, I know that he won't let up. He knows that I'll follow him eventually – maybe not right away, but eventually. And somehow that's a reassuring thought.

————

"So, guys, here are your room cards. Unfortunately there was no other way – Carlos, James, you're at the other end of the hallway. Kendall, you're near the elevator, and Logan, your room is on the other side. And another thing, don't stand out too much, you're not alone in this hotel," Lydia preached in her typical, slightly annoyed tone of voice.

Sometimes I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Keeping four grown men under control, who apparently still had the maturity of teenagers, must be a full-time job for her. And when it wasn't us that was getting on her nerves, it was her seven-year-old son Simon. The little boy had so much energy that you thought he could set the whole hotel on fire if you just gave him a few too many gummy bears.

The boys and I all had to keep a small grin to ourselves. Despite being in our early thirties, when we were together, we always seemed to revert to this state of youthful unreasonableness. We were like a boy band in the best and worst sense.

"Don't worry, Lydia," Kendall said with a mischievous grin, 'we learned from last time.' He was, of course, alluding to our stay in Miami, when James had managed to trigger the fire alarm in his room by setting the shower to volcano temperature. A few firefighters had kindly reminded us then that the fire alarms weren't just there for fun. Nobody was hurt, but it was... messy.

"I'm counting on you guys," Lydia said, her expression now serious, 'Ms. White specifically told me to keep an eye on you. And there can be no problems that could damage the reputation of a certain boy band.' She gave us a meaningful look that made it clear that she was very serious.

I frowned. Who did this "Ms. White" think she was? Who was she to tell us how to behave? After all, we weren't children anymore who needed to be constantly supervised.

"Don't worry, we'll show our best side," Carlos said with a confident smile and took his room card. 'I certainly hope so,' Lydia replied, and a small, almost motherly smile crossed her face.

"Oh, we'll show Miss White how irresistible we are," Kendall laughed, and the others joined in his grin.

Lydia just shook her head. "We'll see about that. Ms. White isn't much into boy bands and has a rather negative view of the whole hype. So show her what you've got." Her voice was cool, but not unpleasant – more of an encouraging pressure.

"Ah, Ms. White," I thought to myself, 'that sounds like a very pleasant person."

James patted me on the shoulder and grinned wider than was actually necessary. 'Don't panic, Lydia. Logan will charm her into changing her mind, like he always does," he said, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.

Despite the throbbing headache, I couldn't help but laugh. "It would be my pleasure," I joked back, knowing full well that he was alluding to my flirtatious skills.

But before I could dwell on James' wit, I heard a voice behind me that drew like a magnet through the room.

"I think it won't be necessary to change my mind."

I turned around abruptly and suddenly found myself face to face with the source of that voice.

At that moment, the room deflated. Her eyes – bright green like emerald rivers – seemed to look straight into my soul. It was as if her gaze instantly stripped me naked and saw everything that was hidden deep within me. Her presence was overwhelming, and yet so calm and matter-of-fact. I could literally feel the air thickening around us. Her dominance was subtle but unequivocal. She didn't need to be loud to make herself felt.

Despite her petite stature and flawless appearance – the uniform, which perfectly accentuated her figure, and the skirt, which seemed to dance with her with every step – she radiated an allure that was almost dangerous. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and framed her face in a way that was so seductive that it almost paralyzed me.

"Ms. White..." I heard Lydia say behind me, who was obviously just as fascinated by this woman. She went up to her to shake her hand, but I could hardly let go of the moment.

Ms. White's gaze lingered on me for a moment, then she turned to Lydia. A fleeting glance, but it felt like an electric shock. I knew immediately that I was not mistaken. This woman was not just "another person" in our hotel. She was someone you couldn't ignore.

"So that's Ms. White," I thought to myself, shaking my head inwardly. "Great, Logan. Good luck dealing with her."

I was suddenly unsure how happy I should be about this encounter. But one thing was clear: this woman would not escape me so easily.

[floosies]

Radio

early 2000s au

eddie munson x oc!fem

warnings: mentions of drugs, cursing, eventual smut, mentions of abuse, friends to lovers 18+

(a/n: this chapter will focus on the troubled teen industry, which I did research on during one of my law classes back in college. its a sensitive topic so you can totally skip this chapter its sort of filler of what happened during their time apart from each other '10- early 2011.)

"I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory. Cut my hair, gag and bore me. Pull this pin, let this world explode"

Purgatory ( the months of failures and success 2010-2011)

It all happened so quickly, which she had prepared for mentally. She didn't fight whatever was happening, she was just told that they were taking her to where she would get help. Placing her in a van with blacked out windows, she stared at her parents wondering why they ever even chose to become parents. The van drove for a whole day, no one spoke to her after the first couple of miles, they only spoke to explain what would happen when she got to the 'boot camp'.

Her belongings were taken from her and she was told that her parents placed her in the program because of her behavior. Instantly, she knew this was going to be like a prison. Every day was some sort of manual labor and any sort of attitude or supposed disobedience was met with all sorts of punishments from cleaning to being made to sleep out in the woods for as many nights as they deemed necessary. Sometimes they wouldn't get dinner, and the food wasn't even a meal just small things.

She never bothered to write to her parents or use her calls on them. Just to her best friend to ask how people were, still even that was heavily monitored. It was though, how she found out about Eddie leaving Hawkins and about the band blowing up. In her heart she was happy for him, but a part of her broke knowing she wasn't with him. Still her friend always reassured her that Eddie had loved her and even told Julie about what he did at her parent's house. It was the only small bit of hope she clung to when it came to him.

During those months in her incarceration she had made friends with a girl who was similar in age to her. Her name was Charlotte which she hated because of the book and how growing up people always asked if she was named after it. They both bonded over their style and music taste, which got them into more trouble at times. One night it even led to both of them having to sleep in the woods, which was something they tried to avoid from happening again.

Due to their closeness in age, they were both brought into some sort office in the facility, where they were told they would be getting released out of the program soon. In the state they were currently in, they could not be held after eighteen which technically meant they were free to leave. When they did get released Julie had made a decision to do like Eddie and leave Hawkins behind. There wasn't any real reason to go back to that place. Graduation and prom had already happened by the time she was out.

Charlotte had mentioned how she had planned to go to New York, in her possessions was a credit card her grandma had given her. She had mentioned to Julie that her family was wealthy and only really did this to her to get rid of her for some time. It was fucked, and Charlotte agreed but didn't really care because she was just going to start over. Julie asked if she could join her, promising that she would work for her end of whatever payments or bills that had to be paid. Her new friend shrugged saying it wasn't that big of a deal.

-

Inheritance had been a hell of a savior, as soon as they bought their plane tickets and landed in New York, they had a place to stay. Julie hadn't gone into the facility with much. She had brought her phone but it hadn't been paid, so no service, and her wallet only had twenty bucks and her ID's. Apart from that was a small duffel of clothes her parents had packed for her. So once they arrived and cleaned up, Charlotte let her use the card she had to buy new clothes and what not.

Within the month they had started to make do with their situation. Where Charlotte didn't really care for finding a job, Julie did and when she found one she started saving to have enough to replace her belongings and pay for rent. Eventually though Charlotte did get a job working for a friend of her family, who was close to her grandmother.

In-between all the working and saving though, they started going out to the clubs around the Manhattan area. Documenting everything through pictures and being asked back by promoters who had found both girls 'pretty' enough to help bring people in. It was how Julie ended up befriending Alexa Chung one night. She had no clue who this girl was, but everyone around them at the club did, and at the same time, Julie and Charlotte were just as popular in that spot. It led to them talking about it the whole night and soon enough Alexa's agency wanted to talk to both of the girls.

By the late summer the girls had signed onto a modeling agency and gotten approved for work visas to enter the UK. Julie wasn't as picky as her friend had been about everything, she started doing ads for shops and magazines, being a guest interviewer for music channels and online radio shows. People loved her sweet demeanor and cheeky manner. Lottie never held it against her, she knew Julie didn't grow up in the limelight like she had so she let her friend make her way on her own.

With this new freedom, it didn't take long for her to make drastic changes. She didn't want to be found and she didn't want her past to exist anymore, so with her agent and publicist she got on a flight to Indianapolis and signed all the paperwork that would change her name, she'd chosen something slightly foreign and bubbly sounding, Francesca Thompson, the name added with a nickname, Frenchie, was a hit, her team agreed the decision to make the change helped her career immensely.

-

Frenchie had been reborn and her popularity in the indie scene had begun to bloom. Everyone spoke about her as Alexa Chung's sister from another mister. However, where Alexa was dating someone in her scene, Frenchie had a thing for guys who reminded her of the guy who had stole her heart. Though she never wanted to forget Eddie, she knew by looking at his social media and magazine articles that he had moved on. She was happy for him though, she always look out for him and the band, but now as a fan. By the end of 2010, she had found herself with this new guy who was coming up with his band.

He was something of a mix between Julian Casablanca and Oli Sykes but he wasn't either and his band was well into the metal scene. Nothing about him was similar to Eddie though, they didn't click as quickly but his piercings and tattoos made her feel like she could make believe. Both of them were on the come up and their fans ate up their relationship.

They entered the new year with his band and her modeling gigs blowing up. Their names synonymous with each other's careers. It was beginning to get easy to forget what once had been. She was a whole new person in love with someone who was close enough to home without the pain it once carried.

-

Eddie was touring, the band growing in success and notoriety through the approval of all the older groups who insisted that Corroded Coffin carried the spirit of metal into the present day. Ever the front man he didn't mind being on the front page if meant people were tuning into what the band was playing. Of course it wasn't what he wanted the focus to be on, but he'd grown up on Fred Durst doing outlandish shit all the time so what did it really matter?

He'd tried to look for her every once in a while, but there was nothing to be found. Julie's best friend had only mentioned once that Julie was safe, but what did that mean and why wouldn't she speak to him? He never got answers, but in his heart she was always going to be his first true love. Where ever she was he only hoped she thought of him the way he thought of her, but he moved onto someone new.

-

In September of 2011, there was a business party for her boyfriend's record label, of course he took her as his plus one. The night was going well til she saw them walk in, there he was with the boys. They looked so different now, well put together and groomed, something she'd never seen Eddie as before. They didn't speak, she stood beside her boyfriend the whole night.

Only for a brief moment did they pass each other as she went to grab some more drinks from the open bar. He just barely glanced at her apologizing for reaching over her to get some beers from the ice bucket beside her. Though their eyes met, its as if they were complete strangers. Her hair was platinum blonde now, his was cut short and there was a stud in his ear where there hadn't been a couple years back.

That night when she got back to her place, she lied about a migraine from the drinks to get her boyfriend to let her be for the night with the promise of brunch in the afternoon. In reality she spent the remainder of the night crying in her bed to an old picture she had of her and Eddie from their last hang out at the band's gig.

Meanwhile Eddie got drunk that night, his mind thinking back to how familiar that blonde at the bar looked. His mind couldn't piece it together, how something about her eyes reminded him of someone or something. However with the liquor in his system and a flight in the morning he started to forget about her as quickly as he thought about her in the first place.

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[phtheyloblue]

Lady Bird (2017) is a wonderful movie. It’s sincere, and heartwarming, and resonates with me on a deep level as someone from a lower middle class family attending a Catholic school in a midsized “unremarkable” town.

If you like Barbie (2023) or honestly any other of Greta Gerwig’s movies, I highly recommend giving it a watch.

No spoilers, but I’ll put the rest of my thoughts on the movie below.

I grew up in a midsized city in Kansas. It’s not got the palm trees like Sacramento- maybe a oak or an maple instead. But it was the kind of place I felt sheepish to tell people about. I would tell people online I was from California or New York. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth hearing, “There’s no place like home!”.

I went to a Catholic school. My family wasn’t necessarily Catholic, but my parents didn’t want to have us kids go to the public schools. After all, it was the best chance for a family of our means to send the kids to a good college to get a good degree and get a good job that makes good money.

I relate to the small details of their lives. “Locking” the bathroom door with the open drawer. Shopping for clothing at thrift or bargain stores. Spending an evening looking at a bridge over the river. Hanging out in a parking lot. Having the one computer in your sibling’s room. The way the house is cleaned up before any “nice” company was over. The repetitive routine of church services (and anti-abortion speakers who all told the same story!)

My relationship with my parents was complicated, especially during childhood. They were busy working or dealing with mental health struggles. They weren’t always the most mature during arguments. Of course, they were trying the best they could with what they had. While their own childhood traumas don’t excuse some of their actions as parents, I can recognize the cycle.

Lady Bird doesn’t try to cast judgement on the mundanity of its setting or characters. It revels in it. Many coming of age movies portray teenage life through a lens of ironic humor and detachment. I don’t blame them. To paraphrase John Green, irony is often defense mechanism against the harsh reality of the world. That being said, Lady Bird is refreshing in its blunt sincerity. If we can appreciate the beauty in the character’s lives, then perhaps there’s hope we can find the beauty within our own lives.

I really love this movie.

[freeworldallahmbaclass]

Name of this page is suppose to be 50 Cent executive MBA class the New York Business class it's hot and I'm feeling it so without further interruptions we proceed to give what you need and get all that nonsense out of the game my name is Allen Henry my other name is Free World it really means to free the human race from all limits , plagues , diseases and ignorance and give them a new world a much better world to live in for all races of people ethnicity cultures all across the globe you got it thank you true humanity and treating each other with love and respect for each other

The story is that 50 Cent kind of dropped a hint to me on wanting to help cure the Aids epidemic in Africa and I heard it and I proposed it to send the cure for aids in Africa to the people in Africa infected with HIV Aids and this is the news headlines in March 2023 of it going through another accomplishment on my list of accomplishment thank you so much and they should be continuing sending it to Africa daily every day week month and years for generations and generations from now on a continuous basis that would be the right thing to do true humanity .

Check the news on CNN The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death sentence in Africa . The us is me and 50 Cent the rapper from his hit show power .

We did it congratulations on the cure for Aids in Africa .

The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death Sentence in Africa

Check the news on CNN on ending HIV Aids in Africa with the cure and new medicine Cabenuva HIV medicine that cures HIV Aids like the common cold and any other kind of communicable diseases

We did it congratulations on the cure for Aids in Africa .

The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death Sentence in Africa .

Cabenuva the new HIV Medicine is the cure for HIV Aids it knocks out HIV Aids like the common cold please send it to Africa to help heal the people .

This is for young mothers without any help in the house feed your babies good food 🥝 so they grow up and play sports and make their mom proud 🪴. It is never too late for your education learn with your kids use free daycare services and self learn any skills you need to increase your value in the employment market .

Celebrate Michael Jackson even now get his whole collection he still is the best to me thank you it has been a honor for me to help serve the people .

Thank you Dapper Dan for my Louis Vuitton Jacket with Junior on the back of my jacket thank you so much that is what the role consist of me playing the role of royalty in the Carter's home and palace thanks , goodbye and see everybody next season and shout out to Meaghan I love her and apologize to her for being late to the party that our fam invited me to see you soon hopefully I will make it there I made it so I just gotta clean up and show up to the party and I also see she doing her thing congratulations to her and the city of Houston . Jay Z and me is Joe Montana and Bill Walsh from the Joe Cool Joe Montana documentary on YouTube it starts until that comeback Joe Montana was just a rumor they say until I appear at work I'm just a rumor which is good for me because he gave me a year more to train to work for him and then I get to pitch and he gave me a job offering letter yep that is true I got that from Jay Z the rapper the owner of Roc Nation records and the owner of Tidal Music streaming service Brooklyn born Jay Z Shawn Carter sent me a job offering letter to work for him and that my brother and sister is a better card hand 👏 than I know a lot of people got right now but it's going to take a lot of hard work getting there let's hope I make it there remember it's get myself together and show up at the party , the game and the events , thanks so much , I love you still trying to get this curse off of me their is a curse on me and I need it off so I can go do my thing in the music scene and the business scene and that is a wrap and goodbye from me thank you see you soon . Hey ask Meaghan if she know Kedrian and Byron she way younger than us but it's Houston and she know the story last time I saw Kedrian he was working at Olive 🫒 Garden that is the savage video with her Beyonce funny story I walk into the Olive Garden and these girls black girls are just laughing at me and I'm like damn I played it off act like I didn't see them now I stay in the gym I got her on the new Elle magazine and another I gotta read she doing her thing I know the mad hatter rocking her music she hot all up here and through the south that's my sister for real see my net bag my shower bag I'm from out there shout out to Baytown Houston and of course my old home town the heart of Texas Killeen Copperas Cove and Highlands Texas I forgot my boys behind me they smoke hella weed now it's legal and I legalized it I'm the guy that legalized weed and South Houston on the map .

Yeah that's me in the video the prince getting my opportunity from the King and Queen it's 52 weeks of the year not 52 days of the year of staying on your A game and bringing your A game and brush the dirt of your shoulder and clothes from the Toure and his books the black carpet guy remember him he wrote a book and gave me my own form of music in music history and I can make that money back I did it for my city now I can do it for myself and I said no to any attachments from the media , music industry and the streets trying to sabotage me filming and recording me I will be the executive producer in anything I'm doing from now on thank you no disrespect to anyone and see you next season . No attachments to me I don't care who these counselors and social services is working for I said no and no I don't need permission from anybody to do anything with my life I go where I want to workout where I want and go anywhere in New York City where I want to go and no I don't take orders from other men or women about anything in the streets the media and the industry and other people and their entourage can stop following me everywhere I go and stop hating and heckling me ain't nothing between us no drama no friendship no disrespect we ain't playing no games together nothing like that and get out of my way in life so I can continue making history , haters thank you Jay Z and Beyonce . Where I'm at right now is that I'm totally brain dead I listen to Jim Rohn all day long but I could hear only drama death and violence in my inner ear and that is other people it's sad people could make you commit suicide or make you want to injure them they are racist very racist the people that's doing and yes they work with police I said no and I'm ignoring you and anything you got going around me and stop harassing me and building your life off of me unless it's the goodness of my page but the way they been shooting through me for the last ten years it's obvious my answer is no to them never about anything and get off of me because I said no to people controlling me anymore again sorry about all the people they disrespected through me they work with police and with police in jail get off of me with that attachment and voodoo period no get off of me with that curse I said no to the people putting curses that's from religious people , nurses , doctors , lawyers , the media , the music industry , Hollywood and women alot of them is straight evil witches and cowards and gang members no thank you nothing to do between us and never will be no disrespect to them but no thank you .

[materealist]

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