Lil Uzi Vert Net Worth
Lil Uzi Vert Net Worth
Lil Uzi Vert is a hip hop artist who has a net worth of $16 million. He earned over $20 million in the year of 2017 alone. According to Forbes, his earnings will triple by 2021. He is one of the most successful rappers in recent history, earning millions from both record sales and streaming ad revenue. His net wealth is increasing every year as he continues to release more music.
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double-whammie wip (not) wednesday
got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share
“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.
He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.
Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.
“Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar.
He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.
Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.
“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.
“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.
Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.
It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.
He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.
couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it
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I swear, Winston actually being ok with being a werewolf and accepting it as a part of him instead of being of it is the biggest "Joke's on you, I'm into that sh**!" I've ever seen.
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Find Me in Your Dreams And Never Fall Asleep
Do you know that I fall to my knees every time I hear your melody? That I lose every single wisp of strength I have because I know it will never be your voice singing to me.
Do you know that I sit by your still body every day, singing your song? Because I can’t help but hope that you can hear me. And that maybe one day you’ll wake up and sing to me once again. I look back at you even though it hurts. It hurts to see you sleep so peacefully. I always wished you would before because I knew it was always nightmares that moved you in your sleep. But I suppose now you’ll never have another again.
I miss your endless energy, your bright smile that outshone even the sun. I miss running after you even if I always had to clean up your messes. I miss the life you brought to every room. I hate seeing you so still. This peace is unbecoming of you. Perhaps it is something we always wanted before but now it is more of a curse than the blessing we sought.
Do you know that we have lined your coffin with your favorite flowers and tucked you in with the baby blanket your grandmother made you all those years ago? We have tried to give you every comfort while you sleep because you cannot wake. We made your coffin of glass to let you feel the dappled sunlight on your skin. We have surrounded you with glorious plants in the greenhouse you tended to like they were your kin. I have filled it with butterflies and bees to tend to your flowers while you rest. I have seen to it that everything you have left behind is well taken care of. Everything but me.
Do you know that I cannot sleep as long as I know you cannot wake up? Do you know that darkness collects around my eyes as I never close them for more than a moment? That the longest I ever close my eyes is when I cry.
Do you ever hear me? Do you ever feel the sunlight on your face? Or the sound of gentle rain pit pattering on the glass walls of our greenhouse? Do you like the flowers I have laid you amongst? 
Do you know that I’m losing myself every moment I stay awake? Every second turns into a decade and every decade turns into a millennium. I have not rested for ages. Years pass and all I can do is hope everything I have done to comfort you is enough.
I have told you time and time again but do you know? Really, do you know how I miss you? You must know that I miss you so, so dearly.
I want to beg and pray and cry and perhaps when my tears soak the earth and my pleas ring through the sky the gods will finally take pity on me and wake you once again. Or perhaps instead I should fall asleep too. And perhaps in my dreams I shall be with you again. Close my eyes forevermore and rot in the soil surrounding you. It’s all I want. To rot with you. To stop watching your eternally youthful flesh and allow mine to be mortal once again.
Do you know that you are all I have left now? This greenhouse is my world, and it all revolves around you. Do you know that after being awake for decades I can’t even tell what’s real anymore? Because sometimes I turn to you and for a moment, only a moment, but so haunting is that moment, your eyes are hollow and the flowers you lay in have wilted and the magic we had has worn out. Perhaps it’s been gone for centuries and I just couldn’t bear to think that you’re really gone so I let my hallucinations cover your corpse like a blanket of loving lies.
This is real, isn’t it? Would I leave you even if I knew it wasn’t? Probably not. After all, who else will sing to you? Who else will remember you? Who else will listen to me? Who else will love me as I am? Only you my dear. Only you.
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