#Boy needs to chillll

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#8: CAT AND MOUSE

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"It's gonna be alright," Damian whispered, though his voice cracked under the weight of uncertainty.

Jesus fuck what was he even doing?? He had absolutely no plan!!

He pushed forward, navigating the dark, narrow alley that stretched beyond the garden wall. The city lay ahead, a labyrinth of shadows and potential hiding spots. He just had to keep moving, keep them both out of Andrey's reach.

Tears filled in his eyes no matter how much he tried pushing them away. All of this was too much. He had always been the one to never question anything when he was told to do something. And now? Here he was running from god knows how many guards, with a bleeding boy in his arms trying to keep away from public

Noah’s breaths were shallow, each one a ragged whisper against the still night air. Damian's heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline driving him onward. The rough stone of the alley walls scraped against his arms as he cradled Noah close, his muscles burning from the effort. He had to find a safe place, somewhere they could regroup and figure out their next move.

The alley opened onto a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows. Damian’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of pursuit. The street was silent, but he knew better than to trust the calm. Andrey’s men were relentless; they wouldn’t give up easily.

Damian spotted a small, rundown building with a broken window and made a beeline for it. He slipped through the narrow gap, careful not to jostle Noah. The inside was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay and neglect. But it was shelter, a temporary reprieve from the chase.

He set Noah down gently on a pile of old blankets, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy’s injuries again. Blood matted Noah's hair, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light. Damian’s heart ached at the sight, his mind a whirlwind of fear and guilt. How had it come to this? How had they been reduced to hiding in a derelict building, hunted like animals?

��Damian…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open. “I’m scared.”

“I-I know, buddy,” Damian replied trying to keep his own tears from falling, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Noah’s eyes closed again, his breaths shallow but steady. Damian watched him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He couldn’t let Andrey win. He had to protect Noah, no matter the cost.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Damian’s mind raced, formulating a plan. They needed to keep moving, find somewhere truly safe. But where? Every option seemed fraught with danger. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise—a soft creak, barely audible but enough to set his nerves on edge.

He turned, eyes straining in the darkness. Had the guards found them? He held his breath, every muscle tense. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shadow shifting near the broken window.

“Damian, get up,” a voice hissed from the shadows.

His heart lurched. He recognized that voice—Andrey’s second-in-command, Mikhail. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be a way out, some escape route they hadn’t yet discovered.

“Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on the kid,” Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Damian’s mind raced. He couldn’t fight them; they were outnumbered and outgunned. But he couldn’t surrender, either. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on a small trapdoor in the corner. It looked ancient and barely used, but it might be their only chance.

Carefully, he lifted Noah, moving as silently as possible. Mikhail’s footsteps grew louder, the crunch of broken glass under his boots echoing through the building. Damian reached the trapdoor, prying it open with shaking hands. He slipped through, pulling Noah with him just as the door to the room burst open.

The darkness enveloped them, the musty air of the underground passage pressing in from all sides. Damian held his breath, listening to the sounds above. Mikhail’s curses echoed faintly, followed by the thud of heavy boots. They were searching the building, tearing it apart piece by piece.

Damian moved quickly but carefully, the narrow passage barely wide enough to accommodate them. He felt his way along the damp walls, every sense on high alert. The passage seemed endless, a maze of twists and turns that left him disoriented and desperate.

Finally, they emerged into another alley, the cool night air a welcome relief. Damian paused, catching his breath and scanning their surroundings. They were deeper into the city now, surrounded by towering buildings and narrow streets. It was a warren of potential hiding spots, but also filled with potential threats.

He adjusted his grip on Noah, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, and moved toward the heart of the city. Each step was a test of endurance, the weight of his burden growing with every passing moment. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest—not yet. He had to put as much distance between them and Andrey as possible.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of motion and fear. The city was a labyrinth, each turn bringing new challenges. Damian's senses were heightened, every sound a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for their pursuers. He was running on pure adrenaline, his mind and body pushed to the brink.

Finally, he found a small, out-of-the-way clinic. The sign was faded, the windows dark, but it offered a glimmer of hope. He knocked on the door, praying for a miracle. A weary-looking doctor answered, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

“Please,” Damian begged, his voice hoarse. “He needs help.”

The doctor ushered them inside, his expression grave as he examined Noah. Damian watched, his heart in his throat, as the doctor worked. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear and uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

The doctor finally turned to him, his face etched with concern. “He’s in bad shape, but I’ll do what I can.”

Damian nodded, sinking into a chair as exhaustion washed over him. He had done everything he could. Now, he could only hope and wait.

Hours passed in a haze of worry and fatigue. Damian's mind was a tumult of thoughts, fears, and regrets. He replayed the events over and over, questioning every decision, every action.

The doctor finally emerged from the back room, his expression tired but reassuring. “He’s stable, for now. He needs rest and care, but he’ll pull through.”

Relief flooded Damian, a wave of emotion that left him shaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing, bringing him here. Now, get some rest. You both need it.”

Damian nodded, too exhausted to argue. He found a corner to curl up in, his body aching and his mind racing. Sleep was a distant dream, but he forced himself to close his eyes, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Just as he began to drift off, a sound jolted him awake—a faint, almost imperceptible click. His heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through his veins. He looked around, eyes scanning the darkened clinic. Everything seemed quiet, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him.

And then he saw it—a shadow moving outside the window, the glint of metal catching the faint light. Panic gripped him as he realized what was happening.

Oh god oh god oh godohgod. They'd been found.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and Andrey’s men flooded the room. Damian leaped to his feet, but it was too late. They were surrounded, the cruel smile on Mikhail’s face as he picked up Noah was the last thing he saw before a bullet to the head sent him spiraling into darkness.

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[dokidokidraft]

(Read this at 230 am)

ohhhh ml!!! But I don’t think yall understand, he’s such a big baby!!! Bros got the biggest grudge, so if he needs to ignore you for whatever reason, it could go for weeks (toxic anyone?). But you’re right, he’s C L I N G Y. Probs got trust issues or some shit, like as soon as he actually trusts you enough to date him, he’d be so worried about nothing in particular.

Just imagine yall are in the dorm lobby, and you’re talking to kirishima about the history project you got. Oh, you’re not baying attention to katsuki?? Big mistake. He’s already gonna go hide in his room, claiming he’s “going to bed early”, only to ignore the rest of the night (and the next few as well).

Grump mf fr

Clingy katsu?!

Of course he would never admit to it. He's so quick to call you clingy when you want him to wrap his arms around your shoulder when you walk in the halls or if you want him to hug you occasionally, but this mf never wants to acknowledge how much he clings to you without you asking. Sometimes he'll just walk up next to you in the halls and wrap his arms around your waist, if you're sitting and eating with friends he'll come and sit next to you and cut you or whoever is talking completely off and just start randomly saying shit to you. Don't even get me started on if you don't answer his texts and he finds you talking to someone else. He is gonna be fucking pissed.

"yeah.. It's just been a lot an— oh- "

“why the fuck didn't you answer my texts.”

“katsuki, what the hell??”

“...”

He gets so angry whenever he feels like you're blowing him off. He's petty sure but not petty enough to stay away from you. So to get back at you for not answering he ignores you, not saying a single word to you. He would have your face buried in his chest while he plays with your hair, just twirling loose strands around his finger because he's bored.

“katsu, do you want to talk about it?”

You're referring to the texts and why you didn't answer. His once relaxed and soft face now contorting into an angry look, his beautiful features being horribly taken over by rage. You pissed him off when you didn't answer and now you were going to suffer.

“katsu??”

“...”

“kats— are you seriously ignoring me.”

[wrote this around the time I was having katsu brainrot so erm. Yeah it's ass bc I was supposed to rewrite it but I want this funky shit out my drafts]

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.5 | drinking, mild sexual reference, basically just a build up for the next chapter! | chap.4

���HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

everyone yelled as mikasa took her hand from over your eyes. you smiled and put your hand on your heart. “yalllll, stoppp.” you bit your lip, looking at the decorations and bags of gifts.

“you finally growing up, that shit crazy.” eren wiped a fake tear and shook his head.

your eyes scanned the long table, which fit everyone in it. you were surprised that the rest of sasha’s friends came.

“my bitchhh!” sasha hopped up, hugging you and kissing your cheek. “you’re so pretty.” she poked your cheek, making you smile. you sat at the end of the table. “thank you, like, for real. is this a whole private room?” you looked around at the beautiful theme of the restaurant.

“my pockets hurt.” armin raised his eyebrow. you smiled and covered your face with your hands.

suddenly, a bunch of waiters came in, carrying a big, pretty cake, placing it in front of you. you clapped your hands out of excitement and stood up from your stool.

with your little birthday tiara on and your birthday ribbon, you clamped your hands together as everyone started to sing happy birthday to you, getting to the end where you could finally blow out your candles.

“now cut the cake.” connie smiled a little, passing you a knife.

you cut your cake, and everyone else a piece, sasha hopping back up to pass them out.

“i feel like a child again.” you smiled softly, sitting on your stool as the waiters placed the cake in the middle of the table.

“now she think she grown ‘cus she 102, okay.” eren slowly shook his head, being the first one halfway through his cake. you gave him a playful “shut up” look and started eating your cake.

“sasha slow down.” mikasa frowned. “anyway, y/nnn, what you wanna do today? everybody’s whole day is yours.” mikasa smiled at you. “nah, ‘cus i got some sneaky links i needa see.” ony said, raising his eyebrows, everybody giving him a death stare.

“chillll. i’m fuckin witchu. my day yours, best friend.” ony put his hands up in defense.

“ion really know, ion think about things like this when my birthday comes, only before it.” you laughed a little.

“so i’ll plan the whole day.” armin nodded.

“armin, if you plan the whole day, somebody gon end up dying.” eren mumbled, reaching in front of him to cut his self another piece of cake.

“ima plan it, that’s my friend.” ony waved eren and armin off.

“you just met y/n like two days ago.” connie scoffed at ony. ony frowned and squinted, lookingat connie. “and you met her like three days ago. that don’t make nothing better. now i said that’s my friend, ain’t that right y/n?” ony looked at you.

you laughed and nodded.

“y/n can plan the day, even if she don’t know what to do.” mikasa bucked at everybody.

“girl.” eren slowly shook his head, making everyone laugh.

“who’s a gentleman?” you looked up.

“me.” all the guys looked at you.

~

“man, ian even mean to say me, i was tryna say i needed some more meat.” ony groaned, carrying all the shopping bags for you. connie looked at ony. “we ain’t even have no damn meat.” connie said, also carrying bags.

“can y’all not complain for like… three seconds?” mikasa squinted at the boys behind the three of you. “it’s y/n’s birthday. everyone should be happy to give her what she wants.”

“i’m goin broke.” armin muttered, slowly shaking his head.

“when ain’t you broke?” eren looked at armin. “you bein funny?” armin raised his eyebrows. eren smacked his lips. “remember what happened last time we fought.”

“that was in sixth grade.”

“okay, everything goes in connie’s car because hes dropping it off later on tonight, and then we can split up and get ready to go out.” sasha said as you and mikasa both headed towards her car.

you and mikasa closed the doors, sasha starting her car, not even thinking to wait on them. “okay so we’re going to your house to get ready.” she pointed to you. mikasa sat in the back, stretched across the seat.

“whys it always my house?”

“because your house is like… the hangout spot.” mikasa laughed a little. “oh yeah, what’re you wearing tonight?” she leaned up to look at you.

“some revealing ass outfit sasha picked out, i don’t know.” you shrugged. “it’s literally cute, okay it shows a buncha ass, and? you have plenty to show off.” sasha waved you off.

“well what color is it?” mikasa asked, scrolling on her phone. sasha thought about it for a few seconds “white.”

mikasa nodded. “so me and sasha can wear white and black and you can wear white and pink ‘cus you’re the birthday girl.” mikasa poked your cheek, making you smile. “yeah, i’ll just wear pink heels, pink accessories, and my birthday ribbon, that’s everything pink. my nails are already done, toes…” as you were naming things you glanced back to see mikasa with her hand over her heart.

“you’re growing up so fast, it makes me sad.” she poked her bottom lip out. you laughed and shook your head. “it’s nothing for real. just one more year of bein sexy.” you flipped your hair in a playful way, making sasha and mikasa laugh.

the ride wasn’t long to get to your house. considering how long you were at the mall, it was already dimming outside when you made it home. and considering how long it was gonna take you to get ready, all three of you specifically, it was gonna be late by the time you went out.

“alright, come on.” sasha turned off her car, everyone getting out and going towards your house. you unlocked the door and let them in, everyone going upstairs.

“okay, so i’m gonna go through your clothes and my clothes.” mikasa said as she got in your room. since her and sasha weren’t even guests anymore, they already had a bunch of clothes at your house. and a bunch means a bunch.

“i’m gonna take a quick shower.” sasha got towels out of your bathroom closet. “with the door open.” she finished, turning on your shower.

you grabbed your jumpsuit and looked at it. “this looks really small.”

“it’s supposed to be, most likely. gotta hug that body.” mikasa said, sitting on your closet floor and going through the bag of things she had.

“this or this?” she held up two different white dresses. you pursed your lips together and hummed. “they’ll both look good so… it really don’t matter.” you raised your eyebrows with a shrug. mikasa rolled her eyes at your answer. “i’m asking you thoughhh.” she said, looking at the dresses.

“that one then.” you said, not even looking at the dresses. “perfect, i knew i should pick this one.” mikasa hopped up.

after a few minutes of mikasa retouching her makeup, she finally walked back over towards where her clothes were, you gluing your lashes back the way they were.

“yall done?” sasha yelled from the shower, cutting it off.

“girl we barely started.” you mumbled, taking off your dress and walking to your night stand to find your favorite perfume. “you’re literally naked.” sasha mumbled, putting a towel over herself. “i have a bra and panties on sasha, you’re naked.” you said, tossing your perfume on the bed and grabbing the jump suit.

“what if i wear a thong with this?” you held it up for a few seconds before sticking your legs through it and pulling it up.

mikasa put on her dress and looked in your body mirror. “lucky for whoever you lay tonight.” she said. you went in the bathroom where sasha was putting her body suit on, looking in the mirror.

“i hope nobody.” you said, turning around in the mirror. “this is cuteeee.” you smiled before sitting your leg on top of the toilet, tying the strings on the back.

sasha helped with the string on your back and nodded. “really cute.” she said, zipping up the front of her outfit, walking to your room to find her black heels.

“i have to curl my hair, hold up.” sasha said.

you and mikasa groaned. “were gonna be forever.” mikasa mumbled.

and yeah, you were forever. but the drive was only about five minutes from your house. everyone sprayed on more perfume before getting out of the car. “this things gonna give me a wedgie.” you mumbled, making sasha and mikasa chuckle. “you’ll be fine.” mikasa said, showing all three of your IDs and walking in the club.

you smiled as the atmosphere filled your eyes and ears.

“it’s my best friends birthday, you see this?” sasha said to a random guy, pointing at your pink ribbon.

mikasa led you and her through the crowd, finding the spot everyone would normally be. to your surprise, it was empty, only eren and armin rolling up blunts. “damn where everybody at?” mikasa frowned.

“ony talkin to some girl and connie prolly doin the same.” eren said, dabbing the blunt with his tongue while looking at mikasa. “i said where.” mikasa furrowed her eyebrows.

“armin, talk to her ‘cus if i do…” eren shook his head.

“they went over there last time i saw.” armin pointed to a direction, you looking that way. “i’ll find em.” sasha said, walking towards where armin was pointing. “i’m finna get a drink, i’ll be back.” you turned to walk towards the bar, standing instead of sitting in a stool like you’d normally do.

“can i get two shots?” you crossed your arms on the counter. “straight up?” the bartender laughed a little. “what shot?”

“your choice.” you mumbled.

“birthday girl.” you heard someone say from beside you. you glanced over, double taking as you saw connie. “connie, sasha’s lookin for you.” you smiled a little as your shots were brought to you.

connie grabbed one and drunk it, putting the cup down. you smacked your lips and squinted. “i was gon drink that, thank you.” you softly moved him away from you to take the second one.

“ion care. you look good tonight.” connie mumbled, scanning your body before looking away and drinkin from his cup. you looked at him and tilted your head. “really?”

“what i gotta lie for?”

you looked at him for a few seconds before scoffing and calling the bartender back over. “can i have four more? two for each.” you then looked at connie.

“sure. who’s paying?” the bartender leaned on the counter.

connie stared into your eyes for some seconds, his eyes flickering to your lips, just for a second as he reached in his pocket, pulling out some bills and passing them to the bartender.

you gave him a small smile.

“that’s one out of the three of yo presents, ight?” he rested his eyes on you. you raised your eyebrows. “what’s the other two?”

“still thinking.” he pursed his lips together and looked at the counter. “where ya boyfriend at?”

you frowned a little. “reiner?”

connie nodded, looking at the shots as the bartender sat them in front of you.

as you went to grab one, it tipped over on your hand. you groaned. “look what you made me do.” you muttered as you both grabbed a shot, taking them at the same time.

connie grabbed the last one, sipping half of it and then passing it to you. “i don’t drink after randoms.” you said, looking him up and down.

connie lazily blinked, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head back. “open yo mouth.”

as you mindlessly did as he said, he poured the rest of the shot in your mouth. “answer my question.” he put the glass back down as you swallowed. you rolled your eyes. “if your question made me waste my shot, what you think the answer is?” you narrowed your eyes.

“oh y’all ain’t together no more?”

“you know that. i told you that.”

“oh.” connie bit his lip and looked towards the crowd.

you didn’t know it, well, you felt it, you were starting to get drunk. and he was too, you could tell because that’s how he looked when he was high.

you didn’t even know you were staring, once again.

you also didn’t realize you hadn’t wiped that shot off your hand. you waved your hand, and grabbed a napkin, wiping everywhere it dripped.

when you were finished, connie grabbed your hand, looking at your nails. “cute.” he mumbled, rubbing your pink nails with his thumb.

you snatched your hand away with a soft laugh.

connie slightly frowned, grabbing your hand again.

you moved it away again, connie frowned even harder, grabbing your hand and forearm, looking at your wrist.

“the fuck?”

chap.6

[ywnzn]

HI I just wanna say I love your eunseok fic smmm it's adorable <3 eunseok commenting "cutie" i melted hehehe silly boy doesn't realize he has feelings for yn ??? foolish boy.

also I don't understand how you're putting this chapters out so quickly 😭 like two a day DUDE CHILLLL (i love it) (but also take a break if you need HAHA)

hope you have a great day !!

such a silly boy for not realizing it sooner >< (he’s gonna get more sillier soon 🤭)

plsssksj i don’t understand how i do that either, it just happens LMAO😭😭,, dwdw i make sure to not let it get stressful so it remains fun for me!! (i only post when im taking breaks from all the uni work so..)

nd thank u smm,, i hope you have a great day too lovelyy <33

[pushing-up-junipers]

Sayings & Slang of the Setting

Exactly what it says on the tin! Trying to find and keep collections of slang from the 1950s and also from Kansas. Also maybe the 20s-40s when i edit this later. ‘Cause that’s probably still being used by people, even if it’s not ~fresh.~ ‘Specially the older characters, moreso than the recent phrases. You know. Anyway here’s what I could find condensed into one biiiiig list so I can reference it easily when writing dialogue

1950s

Agitate the Gravel: To leave in a hurry. To run the fuck away, as it were.

Apple Butter: Smooth Talk & Flattery

Backseat Bingo: Car fuckin. unspeakable acts in backseats.

Bundie: Guy that needs a haircut

Classy Chassis: Attractive Body. usually female

Come on, snake! Let’s rattle!: Contextual. You’re either asking to dance or “dance” (as in Fight)

Cut the gas!: Be quiet!

Earth Pads: Shoes

Fuzzy Duck: Girl with especially short hair

Gringles: Worries

Lay dead: Wait a minute

Negative Perspiration: Easy

Panic and a Half: A funny joke

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it!: Fuck Off.

Razz my berries!: Impress me

That Razzes my berries: It’s exciting

Got the zorros: Feeling nervous

Bash ears: To talk too much

Bird dog: Someone that tries to steal girlfriends

Circled: Married

Papershaker: Cheerleader

Supermurgitroid: Cool, “With it.”

Cheaters, Peepers: spectacles

Horn: Telephone

Shiner: A black eye

Goose it: Accelerate a vehichle

Radioactive: Current trend. Popular and stylish. IN.

Real gone: Head over heels in love, or just unstable.

Made in the shade: An easy life - to be in a good situation.

That’s the living end!: Superlative. It’s very. The most extreme form of something. Used as an exclamation of pleasant shock or joy.

Everything’s Copacetic: Chillll. Under Control.

Are you writing a book?: You’re asking too many questions

Royal shaft: Poor or unfair treatment

What’s your tale, nightingale?: What’s up? What’s the story?

Blanket: sandwich : )

Chrome Plated: All dressed up and Snazzy!! Got the Sweetest Threads on

Fat City: A Great Place to Be

Have a cow: To get overly worked up

Kansas Specific

Caddy Corner: Kinda diagonally across the way

Ope: like oops

The Concrete: Some kind of custard based icecream

Yums: Treats

Sodbuster: Someone who breaks up the “sod” (farm soil) in order to plant crops, eliminating most of the weeds before they can become a problem in the process. Difficult, but worth it in the long run.

Cornhole: A family game involving the throwing of beanbags into a hole and not hitting the other beanbags I believe?

Reddit post about just common ways of phrasing things in general

Calling everything A Deal

Yeah, no & No, yeah

Caddywhumpus: Chaotic, disorderly, WAY off balance

it wouldn’t be bad if it wasn’t so windy...........

Good People: The highest of compliments...

Dollars to donuts!: To express that you’re DAMN sure of something. Swear to god

Saying ‘cut’ instead of turn or switch, like cut that off

A draw: Beer from the tap

Carbonated drinks are called pop - which is just as well bc it’s what we call it here too

Bit under the house is consistently called the Cellar, rather than basement or whatever

1940s

Anchor Clanker: Sailor

Dead Hoofer: A bad dancer

Dish: An attractive person

Doll Dizzy: Crazy about girls

Drip: Someone boring

Ducky Shincracker: A really good dancer

Fat head: An insulting term for someone you think is an idiot

Glitterati: Famous, wealthy people with a high profile

Jive Bomber: A regular good dancer

Khaki Wacky: Crazy about boys

Yuck: Another idiot

Jitterbug: Fast dancing to modern music

Killer Diller: The best! Amazing!

Natch: Of course. Certainly.

On the Beam: On the right track or course. Cool.

Take a Powder: To leave

What’s buzzin’ cousin?: How’s it going?

Bupkis: Nothing. When you receive fuck all for your efforts.

Crib Notes: A cheat sheet for a test, trying to get a good grade

Hairy: Outdated

Peanuts: A small, insufficient amount. Usually refers to money.

Snap your cap: Get angry

Whistling Dixie: Wasting your time

Armored Heifer: Canned milk

Hen Fruit: Eggs

Schnook: Gullible. A sucker.

Active Duty: A promiscuous male

Floy-floy: Nonsense

Gammin’: Showing off

Going fishing: Trying to get a date

Hey sugar, are you rationed?: Do you have a steady boyfriend?

Motorized Freckles: Insects

Mud: Coffee

Reet: Very

Share crop: A promiscuous female

Strictly from Dixie: Laaaaaaame

Admiral’s Watch: A good night’s sleep

Amscray: Get out, leave

Armchair General: Someone who gives his confident opinion on everything despite being totally uninformed

Barney: A fixed contest

Bilge: Bullshit

Blivet: Something unimportant

Boodling: Makin out

Buy the farm: To die

Chiseler: A petty swindler or cheat

Cloud Walker: A good dancer

Cold fish: An unresponsive person

Crab patch: A strict person

Cutting out paper dolls: Crazy, insane

Drive it in the hanger: Shut up

Earbanger: Kissup

Educated fox: A fast boy

General’s car: A wheelbarrow

Gladlad: A nice looking guy

Gooball: Girl who necks with everyone

Gripes my cookies: It irritates and disgusts me

Gripes my middle kidney: To give pain or irritate

Katzenjammers: The shakes after a day of heavy drinking

Lammister: A fugitive

O lord and butter!: An exclamation

Patsy: A scapegoat

Pennies from Heaven: Easy money

See the chaplain: Shut up, don’t tell me your troubles

Well cut off my leg and call me shorty: You’re kidding.

1930s

Abyssinia: Said fast it sounds like “I’ll be seein’ ya!”

Bumping Gums: Making conversation of little substance

Dog soup: A glass of water

Convincer/Gat/Heater/Rod: Gun

Butter and egg: An attractive woman

Cute as a bug’s ear: That’s very cute

Fel/Filly/Flame/Flirt/Fuss: When a guy has consistent girl companion, I guess just a girl he hangs out with too much, people might call her these things to him

Greaseball/Half portion/Wet sock/Jellybean: An unpopular person

Honey cooler: A kiss

Lunger: A person with tuberculosis

Make tracks/Dangle: To leave abruptly and/or in a hurry

Micky/Micky Finn: A drink spiked with knockout drugs. So a roofie basically.

Stool pigeon: A snitch

All six, hit on: To hit on all six cylinders. 100% performance

All wet: Describes how erroneous a person or idea is. It’s all wet.

And howl!: An emphatic response like you said it!

Baby Vamp/Angel/Thrill/Peach/Choice Bit of Calico/Sweet Patootie: An attractive woman. These terms are the realm of college boys.

Bank’s Closed: NO KISSING.

Bearcat: A hot blooded or firey girl

Bug-eyed Betty/Pig’s Coattail: Ways to insult girls for being unnattractive or unpopular. Used by college boys

Bunny: A term of sympathy for someone that seems lost and confused

Butterfly’s Boots: Great or Dreamy. Like the cat’s meow

Carry a torch/Stuck on: To have a crush on someone

Cast a Kitten: To have a fit

Dumb Dora: A way to call a woman Stupid

Fire Extinguisher: A chaperone

to Know One’s Onions: To know what you’re talking about

[frangstfontaine]

YOUR TAGS MAN "#ruining franks plan before he got to kill ryan wouldve resulted in the most dangerous and destructive tantrum ever #thats one of the things that makes frank so scary he has the temperament of an angry child but the power and smarts of an evil genius" ITS TRUE thank you for putting it into words

ITS like, I know I make him the butt of the joke in almost everything but canonically he’s a scary guy. And for me, the fear is generated from how… childlike(??) his anger is. He will just lash out in a fit of rage and destruction, and that’s not because he’s careless or doesn’t think about what he’s doing, but because he has no fear of the consequences. He has no compassion for anyone, he doesn’t care who he hurts (he deliberately hurts, he gets a kick out of it!). And when you don’t feel guilt and shut yourself off from any emotions that can make you vulnerable, coupled with a whole lotta confidence that you will succeed… you’re without limitations. (That’s not to say he’s completely deprived of these things, he’s just buried them so deep that they’re not gonna get in his way) 

He’s also incredibly clever, and has an excellent understanding of people, he can figure out what makes them tick and play them like a fiddle. He’s a brilliant liar because he has no guilty conscience, and the reason he’s gotten away with most of the things he’s done is because of this cleverness and confidence. 

you mess with him you’re the target of Frank’s unlimited, undignified rage. There’s no reasoning with him. And to me, that’s kinda terrifying. 

[cherchersketch]

I raised a Black Dragon

Yes, it’s another villainess isekai. Widdle dwagon boi so cute =w=

Summary Our girl isekais into the body of a novel’s villainess, just after said villainess has been killed. So instead of going down the death route, she decides to just chillll and retire to the countryside. But the plot said SIKE. She ends up with the dragon egg that the OG FL was supposed to have and the dragon that hatches imprints on her instead.  Of course, the ML appears. And in a twist, she immediately reveals her real identity. Now they gotta work together to uncover all the conspiracies and stuff. OG FL who?

Tropes   - isekai-ed as the villainess   - cute baby doing cute baby things (but also sometimes murder)   - oh my god there’s so much plot

FL - Park Noa Eleanora Aiselle

- man the OG Eleanora was a legit villainess - girl possessed the first dead body she saw but unfortunately it was a villainess, should have just gone into the light instead - mama bear 

MC (well he’s in the title) - Myu

- don’t let his cute appearance fool you - sweet murder baby - needs to learn to not be so murder-y

ML - Leonard Kyle

- for once it’s a working man (him detective) - that’s right my guy, you’re totally catching feelings - malewife material (he does all the cooking for her UwU)

Rating: I enjoyed my time reading this Status (as of 28 Sept 2022)   Ongoing. Went into hiatus not too long ago, waiting for Season 2. It’s 44 episodes but feels like the plot’s just getting started. We’re only just realizing there’s a whole conspiracy going on in the Ministry and stuff. Our ML has literally never met the OG FL.

Same Same but Different     - The Villainess’s Days are Numbered   - The Rewards of Marriage / I found a Husband when I picked up the Male Lead

full rec list

[aquanology]

BL RECOMMENDATIONS

Hey hey~~ so I thought I would recommend some Bls' for u guys since I have nothing to do, I want to say one thing before startingwhichis all of these are Bl which means a boy x boy type of thing so if u don't like it just don't read or look, k? Good, now I can begin:

No better than strangers

This a new one i started watching few weeks ago and its a god damn good one, it may look like the standard/typical bl that you watch when you have nothing to do but it feel like its hiding something, its artstyle is beautiful and it seems like it has a bright future it has 4 chapters for now and its still updating

Our future (Cheok Kong)

This one is a normal one to be honest or maybe not (in a good way) I mean I don't want to spoil anything but it really is hot so 👀 but anyways im sorry I couldn't find a good quality picture T-T but its still good so go watch it, it has 29 chapters and ofc still updating

Kisses x kiss x kisses

As you can see first high school bl in the recommendation list, its supposed to be a webtoon but I searched on webtoon and results weren't good there weren't any, you know Where to watch it though~~😏, it has a cute artstyle and same for the story its cute, but its has 10 chapters good thing is that its still updating 😌

Kiss me liar

So you know when there is a story that puts you on your nerves for like FOREVER!!! Well if you're looking for that kind of stuff I got you one, okok I'm calm It just puts me on my biggest nerv and then it ends sometimes its a cliffhanger (like last chapter) and other times it makes me have anger issues or something, but its beautiful that just make it more interesting and if u think u can leave so easily if you don't like it I will unfortunately (fortunately) tell u that u won't be leaving because you will expect a plot twist from it and wait, and ofc it will happen right?? It's has 23 chapters and it still is in the game boiii!!!

No Love Zone

Yay its time so this is like the one before it can somewhat get on ur nerves but it will give you what u need so don't worry, anyways it has a cute artstyle the story is normal but not really, it has 25 chapters and still updating

Too Close

So this is the chillll type of story it really is, and so its a cute one too it has some slice of life vibes (kind of), it has 88 chapters and still updating

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Sooooo this is more of a Christmas gift type of thing cuz i know no one is going to give u one so u should be thankful, jkjk but anyways im sorry I wanted to do this earlier but I couldn't im a shameful now 😞 and I wrote this twice bc I was dumb enough to press the wrong button, so this means im two times late, but it also means I did twice the job so where is my gift??

Marry Christmas🤭😚

[pdmingenius]

I'm gone for a few hours and jimin decides to pull gay shit in another country smh

[harringtonstudios]

bail. (part I)

plot: your weekend was supposed to be chill, now you’re running around early morning trying to figure out what exactly went wrong. part 2!

A/N: super long and different! i hope you like this anon! please lmk ur thoughts

taglist: @iamdorka @no-shxt-sherl @bakerkells @findingmyth​ @rosegoldrichie​ @mayaslifeinabox​ @itjustkindahappenedreally​ @hnbtx​

Getting a phone call at 3:42am when you were knocked out on a hotel bed in Portland was not how you expected your weekend to go. The worst part was when you groggily reached for your cell phone, only to see a random number pop up on your screen. Shrugging it off, you pulled your head under the thick blanket, closing your eyes. 

Two minutes later, the phone went off again and you snapped open your eyes. Grabbing your phone this time, you picked up the call, bringing it to you ear before murmuring, “Who the fuck-”

“Hey Y/N. It’s Colson,” the man said on the other side and you glared at the ceiling, immediately placing his voice. Of course, he would be calling you at almost four in the morning from some random number. 

“Why are you calling me?” you muttered, pulling your covers back over you. 

“So there’s a little situation see,” he started and you scowled, knowing that this was going to require you actually getting up. 

“Where’s Rook,” you questioned, trying to figure out if your little brother was caught up in this mess. If he wasn’t, you would let someone else handle it. You weren’t Colson’s babysitter, both of you were too fiery to be put in a room together anyways. Anytime you were together, there were always bitten-back insults, glares thrown across rooms, and dumb competitions to prove you were better than each other. 

“He’s here, he called, but you didn’t pick up. I got the phone after and you’re the only person we know here with us,” he rambled and you huffed, getting up off the bed.

“Where are you?” you asked, walking over to the bathroom, trying to see if you needed to pee before you left. 

“County jail,” Colson muttered on the other end and your eyes widened. Before you could say anything, he blurted out, “Look I know, I know. Can you just bring us bail? I’ll pay you back, but we can’t stay the night here.” 

Pulling on pants, you grabbed your coat and wallet as the line suddenly started to beep. “I’m coming,” you got out before the call cut off. 

-

The empty, cold streets of Portland were not inviting. There was nobody around, the kid sitting on the main desk in the lobby, typing away on his phone. You had walked out of the hotel into total darkness, so you went back in, sitting on the couches as you called a Lyft. 

Within five minutes, the car had pulled up. Getting in the backseat, you threw a smile to the driver, praying that he wouldn’t ask why you needed to go to jail. Your prayers didn’t work, a minute into the ride, the driver glanced in the mirror before saying, “So, county jail huh? What’s that story?”

You stared at the front seat. “My brother and his stupid friends got themselves locked up for the night,” you responded, keeping it simple. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you stole a glimpse at the GPS setup on his dashboard. Just five more minutes. 

“You going to bail them out?” he pushed, smiling when you glared at him in the mirror. “Something like that,” you murmured and he got the message, turning on the radio as you stared out the window. 

The county jail came into view and you braced yourself for the mess you were going to walk into. “Thanks dude,” you blurted, before getting out of his car. 

“Hey, good luck,” he threw your way, rolling his window to wave. You smiled awkwardly before walking into the building. The lady at the front desk was filing her nails as the man behind her sat with his head down. There was a bench, two guys sitting there, slumped on top of each other. 

Grimacing, you walked up to the desk. 

“Hi, I’m here to bail out a couple of people,” you started, and the lady gave you a look, eyebrows raised as she put her nail file down. 

“Names?” she muttered, reaching down to sort through what looked like files. 

“JP Cappelletty, Colson Baker,” you spoke, faltering at the end. “Did anyone else come in with them?” you asked, biting your lip, hoping for a no. 

“Yeah, do you know his name?” she asked, slapping three files onto her desk. 

“Um Slim,” you bit out. 

“Government name?” she questioned, flipping open a chart. 

“I don’t know that,” you responded, hand nervously tapping on the desk. 

She looked up at you, glaring for a second, before shouting, “MIKE. BRING THE THREE GUYS UP FRONT.”

You flashed her a smile, reaching into your purse for your wallet. 

“I’ll need you to sign a couple of papers. It’ll be $302 per person. You want a receipt?” she stated, reaching for her machine. 

“A receipt would be great,” you responded, trying not to freak out about dropping over $900 on bail. 

“You’ll have to call up your credit card company, let them know you’re paying a large amount,” she finished, reaching for the card in your hand. 

“Yeah, okay. First thing in the morning,” you nodded, eyes clocking on the movement behind her. 

Colson was shuffling in front, head hanging. You could see Slim at the back, nose looking slightly busted. Rook was in the middle of them and although, you couldn’t really see him, you knew he was probably scuffed up. They all were in handcuffs, clanking as they moved to the front, near the gated door. 

“Lady! I said sign here,” the woman said, snapping at you. You looked down at the six different sheets. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, taking a pen from her. Signing off on all the documents, you pushed them back her way. 

“Mike, they’re good to go,” the woman motioned, and you heard a buzz. Walking to the gated door, you stood back as it swung open. 

Colson got uncuffed first, rubbing at his wrists. Your eyes widened at his knuckles, swollen and purple. Stepping out, he came to stand behind you, murmuring a soft, “Thanks.” 

Rook was next, and you sighed, seeing his black eye. He looked up at you, eyes watering and you quickly pulled him in for a hug. 

“You okay?” you asked, patting his back. 

“Yeah, this is so fucked,” he muttered and you let out a little laugh as he sniffed. 

“You’re lucky I won’t tell dad about this,” you responded, pushing him slightly as Slim stepped out. 

“Y/N! You’re the best,” he boomed, as he leaned down for a hug. You gave him a quick one, head turning as you smelled the alcohol wafting off of him. 

“Thanks Mike,” you said, arms shoving the three of them towards the exit. They all stumbled outside and you waited until the door of the office closed before turning to face them. 

“What the FUCK. You’re all drunk, busted up, falling on top of each other, in fucking JAIL!” you shouted, arms waving around as they stood there. 

“What’d you shitheads do?” you barked at them, eyes focusing on Colson, who was avoiding your gaze. 

“Y/N, chillll,” Slim mumbled, swaying slightly. 

“Oh fuck no,” you scoffed. 

“I’ll tell you everything. Can we just get home?” Colson quietly muttered. He spared you a glance, eyes slightly red. 

You called another Lyft, sitting down on the front steps of the station. Rook sat next to you, head falling on your shoulder. 

“Don’t blame him Y/N,” he said, hand hitting your knee. 

“J,” you started, “You wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for him.” 

“That’s not true. We both know that,” Rook responded and you looked up at the sky, hoping you had enough patience to deal with this. 

-

Sitting in the passenger seat, you stared at the driver’s mirror, watching the boys in the back. Slim had slumped against the leather, eyes closed. Rook was half on top of him, mouth open as he drooled. Colson was the only one awake, biting his lip staring out the window. 

A part of you wanted to yell at him, scold him for getting your little brother tangled up with this lifestyle, being a bad influence. But another part of you wanted to give him a hug, stroke his hair off his forehead. And then there was a teeny, tiny part of you that wanted to kiss his stupid, chapped lips, play with his broken fingers, hold ice against his purpled knuckles. 

That part of you was new. You had always thought you hated Colson, despised him for messing up Rook’s life, and that’s why you two were always biting at each other. But then this weekend, he had hurled his usual insults and you’d seen something sparkle in his eye. And then you’d both gotten fucked up off of ecstasy and he whispered your name, and all of a sudden all you could think about was him on top of you, panting out your name over and over again. You’d run off to bed then, claiming that you were tired, but really you were overthinking every single interaction you’d had with Colson since knowing him. 

-

Pulling up to the hotel, you thanked the driver. Opening the back door, you helped the three idiots, trying to keep their limbs in check as they sleepily slumped out. Colson was the last one, slamming the door closed before throwing you a weak smile. Holding up Slim, he asked, “I’ll make sure he gets back to his room. You trust me enough for that?”

You nodded, wrapping Rook’s arm around your neck so you could lift him slightly. “Can we talk before you go to bed?” you pushed, knowing that if you put this off until tomorrow, the conversation wouldn’t happen. He wasn’t sober, but this was the closest you would get to hearing the entire story of tonight without all three of the guys changing around details. 

“Yeah, come over after Rookie’s in bed,” he murmured over his shoulder. You smiled at the use of Rook’s little nickname, and then caught yourself quickly, throwing a neutral face back on. Getting into the elevator, you suddenly felt exhausted, the night taking a toll on you. 

-

Stomach grumbling as soon as you pushed Rook into bed, you looked around the floor for any snack machines. Remembering the cereal box you had stolen from breakfast back in your room, you went upstairs. Reaching your door, you stood in front, rooting around in your purse for the key card. Coming up empty, you frowned, trying again to feel the cool piece of plastic. Nothing. 

Then, it hit you. You had left the key on the table next to your hotel bed, taking it out of your purse since this was supposed to be your last night here. “Fuck,” you muttered, rushing to the elevator door. Walking out into the lobby, you went to the front desk, only to see it empty. There was nobody around to talk to and you let out another curse as your phone buzzed.

Colson Baker: you can come over. room 536.

Deciding to go up first, you got back on the elevator, praying for an easy talk. Knocking on the door, you edged it open before walking in. Colson sat on his bed, leaning against the backboard. His long legs were stretched out in front of him and he’d kicked off his shoes, socked feet crossed at the end. He was holding a jar of peanut butter in one hand and a spoon in the other, and you pushed his feet aside as you plopped on the edge of his bed. 

“Pass the peanut butter?” you asked, gesturing to the jar in his hand. He snorted before leaning off the backboard to give it over. Taking the jar, you hesitated before reaching over to take his spoon too. Dipping it in, you scooped up a nice spoonful before eating it. 

“Mmhm, I’m starving,” you murmured between thick peanut butter. 

“Me too, give it back,” he said, arm reaching out as you moved back out of reach.

“Nope. Not until you explain this shitty situation,” you said, smiling sweetly as you took another spoonful. 

He sighed before leaning back fully, hand rubbing over his face. He had a little bit of stubble, highlighted by the dim yellow of the lamp. His knuckles looked worse here, deep purple and you reached out before you could help yourself. Bringing his hand up to your eyes, you ran a finger over the bruises. 

“Colson,” you sighed out and he shifted a little, sitting upright so that he was closer to you. 

“I know,” he started, and you looked up at him. 

“What happened,” you asked, letting his hand drop in between you both. 

“We were at a bar. I was fucked up already. Slim and Rook had smoked a little, but then they drank and got crossed. There was a group of girls and we danced around a little, but they didn’t want to do anything so we backed off. Then, these guys started getting all up on them and they weren’t listening, so I threw a punch. Things get kinda hazy after that,” he ended, eyes staring straight at you. 

You didn’t say anything, processing the information. Of fucking course they had started a bar fight. Biting your cheek, you asked, “And then you got arrested?”

“I guess. Next thing I know, I’m in fucking handcuffs and we’re getting pulled out of the bar. Rookie freaked out, tried to call you once we got there. And then they let me go, so I tried again and you picked up,” he mumbled, pressing down on his own knuckles. 

“Okay,” you breathed out, “I’m not going to yell at you.” 

He snorted at that, leaning back, putting both his arms above his head. 

“But the next time I get a fucking call from jail, I’m leaving you all to rot there,” you finished, putting the peanut butter jar on the bed, towards him. 

“Noted,” he nodded, closing his eyes. 

Taking in his appearance, you grimaced at the state of his hands. Picking up his key card from the nightstand, you got up. You left the room with an ice bucket before he could even realize, walking to the machine on the floor. Gathering a few ice cubes, you unlocked his door, walking back in. 

“Where’d you go,” he mustered out, sounding a little hoarse. 

“Ice,” you responded, before taking a few tissues from the desk. Making a makeshift ice pack, you sat back on the bed. 

Carefully reaching for his arms, you pulled one down. He extended his fingers, looking down at them himself. 

“Yeah, I guess I fucked myself over bad,” he said, moving his fingers slowly. 

“You’re an asshole who can’t stop himself,” you responded, gingerly laying the ice across his knuckles. He winced a little and you lifted it up. 

“Keep it there, feels good,” he mumbled, using his other hand to guide yours back to his bruises. 

Looking up, you made eye contact and the world softened its edges for a second. 

Kicking into a panic, you quickly moved back, pulling your hand out. He gripped on the tissue ice pack, confused. You let out a breath before getting up, walking over to the desk where the hotel phone sat. Finding the reception number, you picked up the phone, dialing in the numbers. Crossing your fingers, you were on the line for a second before the message started up,” We’re sorry. No one is available at this time.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered, slamming down the phone. 

“What,” Colson asked, and you looked over at the bed. His eyes were closed, the ice pack sitting on the nightstand, creating a little puddle. 

“I locked myself out of my room, no one’s downstairs,” you explained, reaching for your cell phone. His eyes opened at that, and you saw him looking as you called Rook. 

“Of course he isn’t picking up,” you muttered to yourself. It would be so easy to just fall asleep in your brother’s bed, living like you were kids again. 

“Rook’s dead to the world,” Colson mumbled out as he slowly got up. You saw him moving and you paused, mid-pace. 

“Just stay here. I’ll sleep on the floor or something,” he said, reaching up to stretch. His shirt rode up a little and you saw the triple X tattoo peeking out his waistband, tempting you.

“You can’t sleep on the floor, you just got beat up dude. Take the bed, I’ll sleep in the bathtub or something. Throw me a pillow,” you stated, shrugging off your jacket. 

He gave you a look before shaking his head. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Just stay on the bed,” he said, pulling one of the sheets off. 

“No. I wanna sleep in the bathtub,” you threw back, reaching for the sheet from him.

“You’re gonna fight me on this too?” he asked, letting go of the sheet as you stumbled a little. 

“It’s not that serious Colson. Go the fuck to sleep,” you spat out, turning around to the bathroom.  

Walking in, you paused a little as your socked feet hit the cold tiles. The bathtub wasn’t really big, covered in a layer of grime. Trying to figure out a way to clean it up, you searched around, eyes only finding the little complimentary bottles of shampoo. 

Stepping back out of the bathroom, you saw Colson already in the bed. The covers were pulled up to his head, blonde tuft sticking out. You knew he wasn’t asleep, hearing the sounds of his phone under the blanket.

 There were two options here: you could either lay on the dirty floor, covered in stickiness from everyone’s bar-laced Converses or you could get in bed with him. The right choice was evident, and you reminded yourself exactly why you couldn’t stand him before moving over to the other side of the bed. 

Placing the pillow you had taken back down on the bed, you laid the sheet down. You couldn’t really see Colson, he had taken over one side of the bed and you knew that he probably wasn’t sure that you were there. Nudging his shoulder, you lifted the covers from his head. 

He looked up at you once, then saw the pillow right next to him. Shifting so that he was fully facing you, he grinned before saying, “Sleeping with me tonight?” 

“God, could you be any more fucking annoying,” you muttered, sitting on the side of the bed. 

“I’m just stating the facts,” he said, hands rubbing over his bare chest. You glared at him, before getting up and grabbing his white shirt from the desk. 

Throwing it to him, you barked, “Put it back on.” 

He gave you an incredulous look, before shrugging it on. 

“Happy now? Thin cotton makes a great barrier,” he scoffed. 

You looked at him once before grinning, muttering, “Just peachy.”

Getting into bed, you brought your knees close up to your chest. This was a comfortable position for you, and you wrapped an arm around yourself before mumbling out, “Stay on your side or I’ll cut your balls off.” 

Not even waiting for a response, you let your eyes close. You had tired yourself out with this adventure, and within seconds you were sleeping. 

Waking up an hour later, you blinked your eyes at the harsh light coming through the opened curtains. You had a pounding headache, letting out a little groan as you shifted. Moving just a little, you felt something slump over your waist. Lifting the covers, you saw Colson’s hand, leaning against your hip, heat radiating off of it. Your heart stuttered a little, before you slightly moved it off of yourself. 

A minute later, you decided to get up for the day. You wanted to check with the receptionist to see if you could get back into your own hotel room. Pushing yourself up, you turned just a little to look at Colson’s sleeping form. 

His head was smashed into the pillow, hair flopping over his forehead. One of his hands was outstretched, reaching towards you while the other was wrapped around his own torso. He looked peaceful, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Taking in the sight of a quiet, angelic Colson Baker, you smiled before getting off the bed. 

Walking over to the phone, you called the number again, twirling the cord as you looked through the window at the vacant parking lot.

“Portland’s Finest. How can we help you Mr.Baker?” a voice spoke, tinny through the phone. 

“Oh hi, I um- I’m Y/N. I locked myself out of my room,” you mumbled into the line. 

“Oh, sorry about that Ms. Y/N. Why don’t you come down here and we can figure this out,” the receptionist spoke and you responded quickly, hanging up the line. 

Grabbing your purse, you pulled on your shoes. Picking up your coat, you passed Colson sleeping as you stood at the door. Waiting for a second, you shuffled back to the bed, leaning down. Kissing his forehead quickly, you sighed before walking out the door. It was going to be a long day.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time. 

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

 “riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.” 

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

———————————————————————

14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is. 

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!! 

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi???? 

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii. 

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[justanotherwaterbearer-blog]

Aquarians as lovers (based on other Aquarius people I know)

Timid and shy but can be dominant as fuck

Often use terrible puns as flirting (terrible at flirting but they’re doing their best)

Good kisser but does not realize that

Literally won’t hesitate to cross the seven seas and The Milky Way to get to you

“Why need sleep when you can stay up 78 hours for the love of your life”

PROTECTIVE

Spoils you with anything

Often lets you decide when to have sex because they don’t want to feel like the ‘thirsty creep’ (in other words, they don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable)

Can be your literal best friend

Respects you and your body despite your gender, weight, height and skin color

Turns into a comedian when they’re only with you because they’re comfortable being with you

WILL fart and burp at you 24/7

Daddy/Mommy material but see themselves as dumpsters

Think about you more than they think about themselves

They’re not really into love but once they have their eyes on you, you can consider yourself as extremely lucky

Trusts you as much as they trust their close friends/parents/siblings/pets

Hot. Mess.

Sturbborn and PETTY enough to not apologize after a fight but will eventually do because they love you so much

Has the balls to take a blame and apologize even when they’re not wrong

Secretly wants you to take pics of them off guard with cute captions but does not ask for it

L O Y A L A S F

Never lies to you (the only time they lie to you is when they stole your snacks or leftovers in the fridge)

Will treat you the way you deserve to be treated because they don’t want you to feel unwanted just like how they felt in their past

Vulnerable and weak once they grief over the loss of someone (loved one, friend, pet or favorite celebrity) and will hug you and weap until they fall asleep

“I’m new to this but we can give it a shot”

OH BOI THEY CAN WRECK YOU SO BAD IN BED YOULL HAVE PROBLEMS WALKING THE NEXT MORNING

Very chill but can be intensely angry too

Buys stuff for you before they buy stuff for themselves

“OKAY DAMN CHILLLL”

If they like dogs or cats, be warned that they will send you tons of pictures of dogs or cats

Slaps your ass a lot

Thinks that their smile is ugly but still smiles with you anyway

Lets you do whatever you want with your life, even if you plan to leave them, they won’t force you to stay

“I miss you” “we literally saw each other like 6 seconds ago”

If you have an Aquarius in your life or you’re dating one, never let go of them! They’re different but special🐋✨

[dear-happypills]

us

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                      \  _               \ _ /    /                 \  /                            |                   |             ; ; _____________________

me: ... happy?

happypills: WaaoOW. YESH. ahhh. so perty.

me: bleh. how much longer are we gonna stay here?

happypills: aooh. jeeez. whats the rush?. we got the stars. the moon. and that thing next to us. isnt this niceee??

me: its called a tree. and ehh. we could use more wine.

happypills: aoh. TWEE. hullo twee. hullo stars. hullo moon. ahhh. so perty.... thanks so much for doin this man.

me: well you wouldnt stawp bitchin at me to take you out to see this. so.... here we are.

happypills: aaah. so perty. i dunno why youre always complainin about this world when its so nicee. ahhhh. i sure can live here.

me: ... yea. if the world were just these things it wouldnt be so bad. people are the problem.

happypills: lolll. of course. i suree know that.

me: -_- how would you know that?

happypills: because. youre the worst  :D

me: yea,yea.

happypills: aaah. but still. its better to share this with someone than see it on my own. so perty. hehehehehe, the twee looks fawnny.

me: i dunno what you mean.

happypills: its like. its throwing its arms and hands at the skyy. like its waving. heehee.  *** happypills throws its arms and hands out to the sky.

me: stop. stop doing that. i dont wanna draw attention.

** happypills does it more and jumps and down.

happypills: WHEEEEEE.

tree: OOHHH HELL NO. yah think you a funny pill huh??

happypills: ooOHHHH SHIT. the twee talks!

me: o_O;;  well thats a first.

tree: you think you funny??? copying myyy swag and shit.

** happypills continues to jump up and down, imitating the tree.

happypills: HEE HEE!! Yeeaa! but only because youre fawwwny. LOOK LOOK. am i doing it right?

tree: nuhuh. stop doing that now. before i slap the living sap outta yah.

** happypills prances around the tree

happyills: ohohoho catch mehhh catch meh!

tree: *-* yo you really killin my vibes here. go somewhere elsee. prancing around on my roots and shit. 

me: um... mister tree. youre gonna have to forgive him. this is a new environment for him. hes just excited.

tree: you really need to put a leash on your pet. this shit -- unacceptable.

me: =_=;;; well, i sure hope this beats dogs urinating.. and actually shitting on you.

tree: oooHHH. so thats how you gonna play this?? COME HERE BOI. ima uproot yo ass.

happypills: lolololol. mistahh twee needs to chillll. heree, have some  ** happypills pours wine on the tree.

tree: yo, yooo! WTF. 

happypills: whuht... you dont like wine??  :/

tree: NOO bich. give me water!!!

happypills: aoooh. healthy choice. here~  ** happypills pours water.

me: -_-

tree: ah yah. dats better. really soak it in there.

happypills: YESSIR!

tree: anyways. whatre you doin out here boi. out late. talkin to a pill and tree. the fuqq.

happypills: pwahahahaha he does this all the timee.

tree: jeez weirdo. go make friends.

me: lolololol. yeah........ if it only were that easy.

tree: seems easy enough.

me: says the fucking tree.

happypills: hey. i say it TOO!

me: -_- says the pill.

tree: yes... the pill and the tree say so.

me: well. unlike a tree. unlike the stars and the moon. they all leave.

tree: uhh....... find new ones???

me: i..... i.. cant.

happypills: you cant or you wont???

tree: he cant.

me: i... im.....  im.. afraid..

happypills: whiiiyyyy???

me:  its... always. the same. i. i screw up. i get obsessed with the relationship. and i have all these expectations of how things should go; i get fixated on them. even when theyre so insignificant... and more and more people become uncomfortable with me...and i end up, always seeing -- or thinking -- how they just needed me for something.. that they used me for something.. and so i eventually get mad. and i yell... and i scare them away. i freak them out... then slowly the conversations dwindle.. and things change. they like me less. or need me less. and they find someone else or other people who are more normal...  i make.. make them sad when theyre with me.. when all i want. is for us to be happy... and then when they leave. they ignore me. maybe change their number. maybe i run away because my heart is broken at what theyve said or dont, at what they do or dont. and... i become more convinced that everyone that ive known is better without me.. then i find it more difficult to start anything because im sinking in a pain that makes me more and more numb to conversations and interactions with the new people i meet...... ....... ... and i feel less and less normal....

tree: ....

happypills: ....

me: so i look for conversations in the depths of the night with the stars that surround me. the moon that watches over me. a tree that i sit by. and a pill that i keep to talk instead of having to take...

happypills: ........ 

me: ...................... i must be crazy..........

tree: .............................  i think thats the sanest shit i ever heard.

happypills: .......LOL. really?? i hear this all the time and it doesnt get more saner.

tree: thats because you a freak of nature.

me: hehe..

happypills: -_-;;

tree: well..... im just a tree. the most i could do is just listen to yo problems.

me: thanks. youre doing a superb job.

happypills: whu.... .ummmmm HULLLOOO. i like do that always!

me: HAHA shut up and just watch the stars.

happypills: ^-^  pass me the wine buddy.

tree: and give me some moh water.

happypills: YUHHH. feed ussss.

me: ha........ okie.

- happypills

[oldandannoyed-blog]

queenofthelanternfish

pfft man i wish i've left the tags alone lately. they're either infuriating or utterly vapid imo with a few gems now and then. and they've been dumber than normal lately bc of that drawing navadraw did which SUCKS bc honestly it's a nice, funny drawing. buuuuuut of course the usual people had to go after her lmao

whenever I go in the tags it’s a mix of amazing art, cool fantheories, and then a bunch of twats getting angry about something and “calling shit out”. like okay guys.... take a breather, turn off your comp or your phone or whatever and go outside, breathe in that fresh air.... take a stroll.... release your anger.... get a life...

ooohh do you mean that super cute one where the wind blows Ava’s skirt? I love it, it’s funny and sweet. I had a look in the comments and woah boi. I’d say mistakes were made cause soooo many idiots were chatting shit, as per, but a beauty lied within the comments, and that beauty was Navadraw responding to all the negative shit with a big ol’ “I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna draw what I want”. it’s like baby Jesus himself came down and blessed us, I think I could hear the angels singing as I read her response lol

at this point I think people get angry at her not cause of what she draws, but for the fact she can draw it all so well and they can’t draw for shit lmfao. people need to fucking chillll 

[aoisdhaskdjal-blog]

12.09.2018 8:09PM

 Oh boy. How did I find myself here? So. I’m in a pickle - let me update you.

About two weeks ago, I messaged Nathan. It was right after Thanksgiving. I wanted to see Marshy. But at the same time, I wanted to ask him a few things for closure. He said he still doesn’t miss me. He still feels relieved for the most part. He doesn’t find himself wanting to message me. His feelings have not changed. So okay.

I’ve been talking to Anas a lot more. I’ve been hanging out with him here & there. Work’s been busy, so I haven’t had much time to hang out with him. But he’s so sweet. I’m so smitten. But I don’t know if he’s looking at this the same way I am. We got into a fight a few days ago because he brushed something off super quickly when it was something super important to me. But then he apologized yesterday. 

We went out a few days ago, and I got shit faced drunk. & the poor dude took care of me. I blacked out for part of the night, but nothing crazy happened. He even drove me home. I have so much love for someone who’ll do that. & he barely knows me.

I just wonder - what’s going on in his mind about me? There’s a lot of things he said that worries me. He said he gets bored with people so easily. That’s one of my biggest fears. He said he doesn’t find it cheating if he dances with a girl, but his girl can’t dance with a guy? He’s been with nothing but white girls. I feel like he’s slept with more girls than fingers I have on one hand. He goes drinking, clubbing weekly. & while that’s fun to me, sometimes I just want to cuddle and chill at home. Am I really his type? I don’t think so. 

He’s opened up a lot to me. We talked a lot about our childhoods. He’s been flirting with me for the most part. He’ll message me if we go a day or two without talking. When I think about us possibly getting into a relationship, I think straight to marriage. We’re not at the age to fuck around - yeah people think we’re young, but not in our culture. I’m sure my mom is passively looking for me - as I’m sure his parents are looking for him. He said he wants a good brown girl, just not fat, lmao. Is he looking to date me because I’m an okay brown girl, or is it because he’s actually attracted to me? Is he ready to tell his parents like hey I’m dating a brown girl & guess who it is. I’m not ready to do that to my family yet. 

I want to get to know him even more. I want him to open up to me more. Am I really doing Coachella with him? What would that even entail right? Are we getting separate rooms/beds? I was thinking prior to Coachella, maybe we can do a small road trip. Boston? Philly? So that we can get that initial awkwardness of being together for a weekend out of the way. Ugh. I’m so smitten but so confused. 

I texted him last night when I had a nightmare.. why did I do that. I don’t want to get too attached, but I already am. Ugh. We texted this morning a little bit. But he hasn’t responded. & I don’t want to double text anymore. 

He said yesterday “Sabrina wants to know when she’s going to see you next.” lmfao, I thought it was so cute. I have a really cute dress for Friday & he’s going clubbing and I said “I have a really cute dress for Friday.” & I said something like “Go have fun dancing with ya girls & ya hoes.” & he’s like “Chillll i’m tryna see the really cute dress” omg lmfao i’m blushing.

It helps me so much that he’s bengali, he’s muslim, he’s not that bad looking, he’s americanized but cultural too. he’ll pray when he needs to. he’s sweet. he drives. he knows i’m not moving out. mehhhhh, why don’t i know what to do :(((( why can’t i just have all the answers readily available to me. whyyyy. am i seeing him tomorrow? i can’t be so giving. i need to play a little hard to get. mehhhhhhhh.

I know that sometime soon I’ll have to ask him to dtr. & I know I’ll cry because I can’t be hurt the same way again. & especially w/ Anas, it’ll be bigger than just a relationship. It’s not like I can just stop seeing him. No, he’ll still be at family events. How do I get someone to genuinely be with me and promise me so early on that they won’t hurt me. How can I ensure that he’ll never give up on me? I don’t know. I don’t know, sigh - I don’t know. 

[amyptran]

San Diegooooo

What was originally just a two person trip (Justin  & I) organically became something so much bigger and better!! It was me, Justin, Brian, Emil, Peter, Val, Jimmie, Vy, Ruby, and Jason met us up for the first night. Our airbnb’s location was perfect but the house rules I wasn’t a fan of. No noise after 10 and the owners lived right above us! I think if you advertise your home as “entire apt/house” it should legitimately be that. But anyways! 

Flew down to SD early afternoon, arrived and ate Lucha Libre for lunch. Rest of day was spent settling into our airbnb and getting groceries for the weekend. Got dinner at Slaters 50/50 where they serve over-hyped burgers. I felt like  I wasted tummy space for the items I ate on Saturday hahah. Don’t you hate that feeling? Oh well. Food is food. One day I’ll have you tacos el gordo !! Went home, drank a bit, and headed off to the gas lamp quarter. Bar hopped and danced a bit in every place we went to. The first place we went to was Tipsy Crow. Atmosphere was alright until the Dj mixed a ODB’s Got Your Money into a Taylor Swift song. Fuqq that dood, lmao. On top of that, he played Baby One More Time 2 minutes too fuckin long so he fuqqed up twice. Whisky Girl ended up being the crowd favorite by the end of the night. 

Sunday we woke up and did the Escape room challenge. Entirely my idea. We finished with time to spare but mannn was that challenge scary. Got Phil’s bbq afterwards and Hammond’s ice cream for dessert. Let me tell you about my favorite part of the trip. We all went home, changed into our jammies and just chilllled the F out for the rest of the day. Some people watched TV, some people (like me) took a nap, it was awesome and so relaxing. We ordered take out and played Heads Up, boys vs girls. Each chose a movie and top 3 papers pulled from the stash would be voted on and whichever won would be the movie we watch. Brian’s “End of Watch” movie won. It was a good movie! I liked it alot. Everyone knocked out after ward

Monday was our last day. It was a beautiful day, no clouds in sight so we headed for the beach. Boys played football, girls lounged. Went to this hole in the wall pasta restaurant that served freshly made pasta (daily) !! Probably the best pasta I’ve ever had in my life. I’m waiting to get my mind blown when I visit Rome one day but maaan, Pasta Espresso is the 1 for now!! Got dessert at Cinnaholic, a cinnabun spot ( thumbs down) & Headed to the airport after wards. 

And that was our trip! Such a simple time but I had a great time :) 

Growing up I thought all 20+ yr olds were A D U L T S and now that I am 25 I can see that is not true hahaha.

I had an idea of what my life should have been like by 25. I should have accomplished this and that by “x” time frame. Now that I’ve arrived, I could honestly say I wouldn’t change a thing that has happened in the past.  All that has happened so far has helped mold me into who I am today. I’m slowly trekking along. There are things I know I still need to work on but I recognize how far I’ve come since 18. Even just simply looking at who I’m surrounded by is confirmation enough that I’m doing pretty damn well. So FUUUUQQ “what’s supposed to be” I’m focused on “what is” and I’m thankful :) Hello and welcome 25! Trying my best to live and enjoy every moment.