#Ghost In the Machine has me by the jugular at the moment

[supertrashycolors]

The fact that this appears on my dash right after I go to get sewing and knitting supplies with my grandmother has me thinking I'm being watched.

Its getting kinda fluffy here lol. Anyway here is a look at the hat. The fluff is tedious and where I have sewed the outside I'll have to glue the pieces on the inside. Pain. But I am loving the way it's coming out and will be so worth it. I also had to paint the bells so once I'm finished with everything they will be properly tied on. And that will make the two worst parts made and from there just body and clothes. Yay!

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[thesinglesjukebox]

CHARLI XCX FT. CARLY RAE JEPSEN - BACKSEAT [6.57] Charli, Carly Rae and PC Music? Nah, that's not really in our wheelhouse.

Ryo Miyauchi: The humming synths and the ghost harmonies of "all alone" resemble the static heard when the radio dial is adjusted perfectly to pick up a feed from two FM channels. Both broadcasts play independent from another, each scene unique to the singer who sings them: Charli's escape from hell via partying turns self-destructive while Carly Rae Jepsen's LA hallucination finds two cold souls together in bed. And just when the two stories see eye to eye, this metallic black hole of a noise swallows them whole. [6]

Austin Brown: It's a never-ending source of fascination for me to watch artists like Charli and Carly navigate the pop industry, invested in the artistic potential of transcendent escapism but resistant (to varying degrees) to its dominant tropes and business practices. Lines on "Backseat" like Charli's "I want it all, even if it's fake" and Carly's "I got a thirst for distraction I can't take back" are declarative to this effect, as is the mushmouth muttered repetition of "all alone" in the chorus. In opening the Pop 2 mixtape, it serves as a mission statement of sorts for Charli. "Backseat" isn't nearly as confrontational as Vroom Vroom, which eschewed melody entirely at points and suffered as a result, but it's not full-on bubblegum either, warping Charli's voice and discovering decay and regret in its more grating corners. One point off for letting Carly show her up in the lyrics department, but it's not like she had a choice in that matter. [7]

Anthony Easton: That this starts and ends with melodic noise, and that the subtle metal grinding throughout the rest of the track keeps asking the questions: how do we make pop, nad what does the form of pop mean now, outside of the populist? It's a lonely, almost toxic song, and that it is written and performed by two great pop performers who (with the exception of one or two singles) do not sell well, makes it a fascinating example of formalist expansion, a kind of pop for pop's sake, which would all seem so academic, if it wasn't so fantastic to listen to. [9]

Alfred Soto: They belong together: figures who inhabit pop, approximate stars, scoring the occasional hit. The haze through which this song emerges has the texture of L.A., its smog and the way pop stars, approximate and otherwise, create cogs in the machinery. Because they hesitate about going for the jugular, "Backseat" takes a back seat to even itself. This is why Carly Rae Jepsen and Charli XCX remain approximate pop stars. [6]

Eleanor Graham: In How To Be A Woman, Caitlin Moran describes "How Soon Is Now" as the sound of The Smiths "speeding past us, light-decked and vast, like the Millennium Falcon." "Backseat" is the daughter and heir of that big, spacey nothing-in-particular. Against the synthy void, light bounces off the industrial clanks and screeches, like a city collapsing in slow motion. The opening lines speak to the cinematic kind of glamour that acknowledges its own hollowness but revels in itself anyway, for a lack of anything else. The parties with strangers won't help you figure it out, but you can look out the window in the backseat and imagine that the neon lights are falling on your face in exactly the way you want them to, imagine yourself as violet-coloured and monumental and extra-planetary as the chorus. [7]

Leah Isobel: Given the overlap in Charli and Carly's audiences and their similar places in the modern pop pantheon, it makes demographic sense that they'd collaborate eventually, though sonically their music isn't all that similar; Charli is all neon-bright pop hook, while Carly is more of a singer-songwriter type. "Backseat" does an admirable job of blending their separate worlds into one as Charli integrates fully into her femmebot act and Carly tugs on the high notes with so much, um, emotion that she runs away with the song, at least until the final third explodes the whole thing in a haze of electronic shrapnel. The secret overlap that makes this all work is that both singers have an intimate knowledge of pop-as-machine, if from different angles. They sing to each other from across an impossible divide, the cyber girl and the real girl, able to comfort each other but not to heal. Pop 2 has bigger and better pop songs, but none sketch out the album's psychodrama quite as thoroughly as this one. [7]

Maxwell Cavaseno: Charli XCX's fans insist that her brand of pop does more than the pop she constantly proves she's incapable of writing consistently -- not because she hasn't tried, but because frankly people who aren't captivated by the thought of Charli XCX don't care. The same could apply to Carly Rae Jepsen, the apparent genius of the straight ahead anthem who can't manage to convince so-called 'stupid normies' she's even made a song since "Call Me Maybe." "Backseat" sounds as uncomfortably unabashed as people who cannot separate their philias from their feelings, as the duo rapturously claw at the neon and chrome slidings like half-magpie half-harpies sounding less like a song and more like jarringly reductive fetish art for so many who've singed their corneas by refreshing their Tumblrs a few too many times, and maybe that's the point. Maybe this is the fitting result for the hyperconnectivity of the 'alt-pop' stars who can't succeed at bridging past the voracious net addicts who enshrine them as stars before they actually soar; their relationship becomes a specific kind of fan-service as tether, and in their desperate symbiosis do their damnedest to ensure that this isn't just fantasy, but that it really matters. [1]

Will Rivitz: A word to the wise: if a song is to arrive at a triumphant moment of climax most of the way through, it needs to merit that high. That is precisely what "Backseat" does, smokily snaking through neon rubble until it soars into the sky with its gorgeous trapdoor bass while the voices of Charli and Carly diffuse into the ether. It's the most gorgeous pop song in a very long while, and it grows and glows so perfectly that every moment feels earned. [9]

Sonia Yang: This is a perfect marriage of my perception of each of their thematic tropes; Jepsen's dreamy pining undercut by Charli's wryness. Even the music seems to echo this: smooth 80s-inspired production characteristic of the former's songs marred just the right amount by darker, more dissonant synths from the latter's work, almost in conjunction with when each vocalist makes her entrance. The true beauty is how distinct their voices sound even under layers of autotune; Jepsen floats and flutters while Charli errs sharp and sardonic. "Backseat" sparkles but isn't saccharine, it's melancholy but not weighty. And like a fever dream, it ends almost as quickly as it began. [8]

Katherine St Asaph: Charli ft. Carly, singing about love and, better yet, the solipsistic swooning of getting lost in songs in cars at night alone -- music-geek fanfic of such a high degree I'm shocked it wasn't previously an Archive Of Our Own category. A. G. Cook still can't quite shake the bratty/saccharine dichotomy through which PC Music tends to cast its singers, but "Backseat" is about as well-executed as it gets. It helps that Charli and Carly push their respective roles into the uncanny -- the former's voice has seldom been so robotically narcotized, the latter approaches Nicola Hitchcock levels of vocal shiver. Extra point for playing their respective accents on "half" off each other; I kinda hope it wasn't planned. [9]

Stephen Eisermann: This is the most compelling I've ever found Carly and it's on a track she's only featured on! The production does wonders for her normally nasally tone and the ethereal production and blend of these two lovely voices is entrancing. The lyrics touch on lost love and a wanting for more, nothing too out of ordinary for either artist, but here it feels especially poignant -- probably due to the production. Plus, the addition of the synths and sparkles towards the end of the song are perfect -- if one could ever turn Carly and Charli's voices into sound effects, it would be that starry/sparkly sound. It's all so... magical. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: PC Music-minded catharsis wherein processed vocals and attention-seeking production turn the humanness of the song into something uncanny, revealing something even more human about our desire to escape a reality that overwhelms us. "Backseat" reaches that blissful headspace in its final chaotic stretch, but it renders the rest of the song a slog in comparison. Even so, Carly's vocals are too clean and (ineffectively) awkward for the track, distracting too much from achieving the same goals that define easyFun and A.G. Cook's other tracks. "I want it all, even if it's fake" sings Charli. I do too, but I'm not convinced they believe it. They're in the back seat... shouldn't they be taking the wheel? [4]

Will Adams: I've made peace with the fact that Charli seemingly has no interest in making an actual album in favor of mixtapes that pour on the feature credits for maximum OMG (hi Carly). But I still can't get past my recent revelation that her current aesthetic is really not far from that of her early mixtapes, only sullied by the PC Music touch: Auto-Tune purée, flat synths and hokey car screeches. [5]

Joshua Copperman: Charli's music leaking (down to her unfinished demos) has become something of an in-joke on Reddit and other sites. If someone told me this was one of the demos, I would believe them. There are some stirring melodies and some nice ear candy moments, but it sounds like AG Cook and co. put so much time into the vocals that they forgot to flesh out the backing track. As a result, not much elevates this above Charli's previous kiss-offs (or Carly's kiss offs.) The biggest letdown is the breakdown at 3:15; there was nothing to actually strip back in the first place, and the synth arpeggio feels like it was obtained from a P.C. Music Synth Presets folder. "Backseat" is still good enough, but frustrating in how close it is to being great. [6]

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[sassasquashedgrapes]

Kardashian Dreaming

Had the coolest/most bizarre dream ever. 

I was seated at this meeting with Mama Kris Jenner, Rob was there and prolly the other family members, I can’t remember. And she was gonna hire me or wanted to hire me, and it was an interview or something am not so sure.  But basically my role was to hang around the whole Kardashian-Jenner clan, be on the prowl on the stuff they do, find research backing up evidence that what they do is effective by science (but way better than David Avocado Wolfe levels, more classier and actually backed up by a medical doctor (hello, me!), and yes, blog about it.

Or ghost write articles whatever floats my boat. Basically tag along with them, maybe occasionally take their pics for Instagram/Snapchat as to back up the article I wrote or blogged, but not in a PA kind of way.  I’m more like just like a third party observer, I am to be treated cordially and kindly, not like staff, whom I don’t like as some are bossy, snobby divas (must be competition syndrome who knows?).

I don’t get to be on the show either (Thank God, I wasn’t the type who wanted that sort of attention to begin with), but as a fan of the series, it’s a treat that I get a full-depth view of what goes on in the family for real and ahead from what’s aired on E!, way before everyone else gets to see it (of course I have a disclosure clause tho I can write anything, as long as Mama Jenner approves of the topic of course, like I report directly to her anyway and she does keep direct tabs with me on the stuff that I write).

Well, anyway, going back  to the story: Then Kris goes for the jugular and looks  me in the eye and says “we pay higher than 500 per hour”, kinda making me know she’s done her homework about me and that whatever I’m currently being paid for at my current job,  she’s willing to pay me higher (lol. 600 maybe?) and before y’all start thinking, I knew deep down Mama Kris meant she was gonna pay me at least 600 US Dollars per hour just to “keep up with them”,  and I had a fixed schedule of reporting 3-4x a week at least four hours to a maximum of 8 hours a day, as for specifics on time well, if there are evening events and if I’m free, I can go and would be paid double for night differential. All of which was pretty ok by me.

I learned in my 90 minute snooze that the Kardashian clan are actually pretty generous employers. Like you got free range around the house (of course you can’t enter the private rooms unless you’re invited by the owner to go in and there are CCTVs so they do know when PAs steal their stuff), you can eat whatever food is in the pantry (except stuff that’s labeled with the names of the girls if they’re saving it for later, like Kim writes her name on it labeled as “Kim” or “Kiki”, Kourtney uses a green tape label so you know it’s hers, shit this dream is so detailed, it was beyond!!!

Anyway, so I get the job yo’. I’m hanging out with Kanye West. He’s not even scary. He’s actually very nice and polite, not like the angry dude you always see on the telly.

So he’s going about talking being drawn to different kinds of wall graffitis (I swear I had no idea there were even types to begin with!  Shit there it is on google, people I am just typing this website and googling it down now because I thought that dream was just crack but fuuuucccck nnnhhooo!!!) and showed me this wall written with words like yeezy (yes written in bold with no caps on the first “y”) and a quote, I can’t remember but I know it was a cool quote about believing in yourself and pretty profound one at that. It took me a while to realize while talking to this man that he was in the process of making his own font!! People, Kanye West was designing his own fucking Times New Roman y’all!!! Prolly use the letterings to put it on his shirts, on his album, have it sold on Microsoft Office or whatnot, this shit is superb I simply cannot!!!.  It wasn’t a useless font,  it’s like a relatable font that could be used for making a slogan, a poster, or heck even as a document paper if you don’t mind wasting some ink on the printer.

It was super genius, I tell you. I remember giving him feedback about it (because he asked me, that’s how cool the ‘Ye is, he gets feedback from the masses coz he wants to understand the common people!) that I liked the design on the wall except if I stood at a certain distance, I couldn’t read the first word written on top (I can’t believe I had the nerve to talk up to the ‘Ye) but he was super cool about it and admitted he hadn’t thought about that but was “going with the creative flow” when he was in the moment and having an artistic flair myself, I understood where he was coming from.

Next I’m in the gym. Now I’m pretty certain this is recent, I cannot confirm if Khloe is pregnant but she sure wasn’t working out either.

Out of the Kardashian sisters, she’s the one I genuinely get along with the best. She even calls me by my first name Kristina, opting not to address me by my middle name which Kris and Kim do as I didn’t want to confuse myself into sharing a nickname similar to my new boss (aka Mama KJ). I dunno but I clicked best with Khloe and could honestly imagine that IRL we could be really good pals. She does have one interesting habit: she always has to turn off the lights when not in use.

It’s weird because you think one: these people are ridiculously rich but are stingy with electricity? Two, shouldn’t the Kardashian/Jenner fam invest in motion sensor lights? And Three: according to Khloe, she started getting back into this habit to reduce energy in lieu of Climate Change (of course), and it used to be the one reminder her dad, the late Robert Kardashian Sr  always made her do because, like me, she had a habit of leaving the lights on too.

So basically included on my job description was yep, turn off the lights each time I went out of a room or check if there are unused lights.

So one time I’m in the family gym, and Kim was there. Now out of all the Kardashian/Jenners (don’t tell Khloe ok, ORZ) Kim is my favourite. IRL she’s not tall, prolly around my height, but has a doll-face and is really curvy but small in the areas that matter. TBH Kim leaves me star-struck, very Kween- like: regal, formal, never losing her shit (unlike me the whole freaking dream sequence) but still approachable and likeable.

Out of all the Kardashian/Jenners, Kim is the most like Kris. Like literally Mama’s carbon copy, even in some mannerisms, except Kim is more reserved, polite, but still approachable without being intimidating, which that part is mostly like her Mom.  Though Kim can be intimidating in a different way.  Let’s just say both women have that Alpha air about them.

Kris Jenner is all business and is the the Queen Mom, kinda like my boss so it’s ironic I leave a job only to be hired by someone who resembles a lot of qualities similar to the former boss. But who can deny BIGGER and BETTER PAY?

As for Kim, I really can’t compare her to anyone I’ve ever met, but she’s definitely got an aura of being something extraordinary. Like Celebrity vibes.  That feeling one gets when you’re in the presence of someone who is gonna either change the world or bring it to its knees and end the rest of humanity, XD. 

 Anyway, I’m in the gym and I dunno why but there are icicles on the machines (the elliptical, the treadmill, the bikes)  I don’t feel cold or anything but it I chose to ignore it prolly coz I was astonished that there were icicles on the machines and yet no one bothers to turn off the AC and plus hello, I’m watching Kimye work out a sweat or rather, breathing cold air like some friggin’ Elsa with her long platinum hair which makes me miss own on bleached Khaleesi mane too.  Kim’s working on the treadmill, she gives me a polite smile and nod, and says hello, addressing me by my middle name (it’s shocking because I’ve barely been in this house or at this job for long, and already Kim knows me by name and face.  It’s like an amazing talent she and Kris have, they remember faces and names of people they’ve just met, whether you’re a Royalty or a servant, they’ll remember.  They’re like natural politicians!).  

Khloe asks me if I could turn off the lights, which was the gym, I dim it a bit, with Kim’s permission, of course.  She doesn’t mind, she’s in her own zone.  Breathing out cold air probably from those iced exercise machines I dunno (I believe I found new material for my writing blogs that I was hired for too).  

I move on to another side of the gym, which is a lounge area.  I see in the corner of my eye Kourtney having a informal business meeting with a blonde long-haired Japanese business dude who gives me Steve Aoki vibes, a translator (who is my friend Aira), and a bunch of other peeps lounging on sofas.  I yell over to Khloe and tell her that someone’s in the lounge room and she goes over to me and says “Oh yeah, leave the lights on.” Laughs off and walks away.

I’m not close with Kourt tho.  I don’t think we have bad vibes or anything, actually we’re the same age, it’s just Kourt and I never had a chance to bond because her top priority are her kids and we just never had time to chitchat, but I think she’s just as nice as the rest of the family, probably even more casual than Kim, but less chummy as Khloe.  She did mention once that I’m a natural with kids even though I never baby sat any of the Kardashian kids, but they’re really sweet and they seem to like me well enough.  

I’ve interacted with Mason, Reign, and Penny; they’re the sweetest kids, Reign and Penny always greet me with hugs, they’re super friendly.  Mason’s already a big boy, so hugs are not in order and he’s usually somewhere off doing his own thing or hanging out with Scott aka The Lord (who doesn’t seem like the douchebag he’s normally portrayed as in the show).  I’ve met North and Saint briefly as Kim was in a hurry, North’s a bit shy, she’s got the cutest smile tho. I just don’t think North warms up to people as easily as compared to Kourtney’s kids do tho.  Saint is adorable, as expected, but it’s too early to tell how he’s gonna be when he’s older, but he’s so darn cute. Saint reminds me of this kid of a friend of mine who was just about the cutest darnest little kid whom I preferred to babysit over his naughty older brother, Andrei, hahaha!

And as for the Kardashian-Jenner girls.  Well, all I can say is Kendall is by far the tallest and prettiest sister and has got the most amazing legs, but she’s moody as f tho.  Like let’s say she’d walk in a room I was in, she’d ignore me (unless I’d be the first one to greet her, then she’d respond with a bored hi or mumble something close to it) then Ken would do her own thing like sit on a corner of a table or lounge on a couch and interact with her sisters but mostly looks bored as if she’d rather be somewhere else more interesting than at home, which is kinda disappointing since I’m a huge fan of hers, but I get her deal.  She grew up into the whole limelight and unlike her older sisters, she never wanted any of it and if you asked her, she’d probably wish she was living a rather normal life. Plus the bad bitterness she has as a model and having to prove to everyone she’s a supermodel because people hate on her for the nepotism even though she really does work hard.  Basically Kendall is the Kuudere of the Kardashian/Jenner girls.  So I get her deal. But compared to Kun-Kuun Kenny, Kylie is more like the typical teen/Generation Z/late Millenial: Always on her phone, not really in tune with anything going on about in the house.  I like Jordyn Woods tho, she’s really friendly and warm that you don’t get an air vibe out of her, like she’s genuinely a nice girl that you’re glad she’s there for Kylie.  Maybe that’s the reason why Kylie’s got a lot more mellow than her older sister Kendall, since Kendall doesn’t have that sort of friendship from what I’ve seen based on that whole dynamic I’ve gathered in that 90 minute dream.

Oh, and as for Kylie being pregnant? Let’s just say, I can’t say :P

Lol.  If I had to make Dere-s out of them

Tsundere Type A: Kourtney

Himedere: Kim

Formerly Kamidere/ but now mostly Dandere: Kanye

Yandere: Khloe

Deredere but really Mayadere: Rob

Kuudere: Kendall

Undere/Ultimate Shota: Kylie

Sadodere: Kris Jenner (for sure!! Lol)

That dream was so awesome!!  Too bad I had to get up after dozing off when the alarm reminded me that I had to leave the house early because I had an exam. I woke up feeling shitty because I didn’t get enough rest and as I took a cold shower, it suddenly hit me that I had dreamed about this during that 90 minute accidental snooze and I found myself having to write it down, and added more of my personal in-depth thoughts because tho it was such a vivid dream that happened so fast, I’m amazed by how much insight I actually got based from those details that I decided to write it all down and post it on tumblr/twitter with hopes that I do wonder if any of this shit was accurate. 

 Hit me up to tell me what your thoughts are.  

I’m out!

[citycfangels]

Decorate my life || Rarlie

Raquel: still blushing from all of her previous moaning she covered her face. First bashful at her loud moans, second the fact that she seemed like she had just rushed home to ride her boyfriend until she came, and third at how she seemed to constantly need Charlie she shook her head. "Stop looking at me like that." One hand covering her face the other going towards Charlie's she laughed at being so shy especially given the fact that he had seen her in plenty of these situation. Still her body shifted closer to his, closing the space between them. "I hate how I need you sometimes." She finally felt the fires her body had been feeling dissipate. Running her hands down his cheek she took in the afterglow. "So... I was thinking. Since you said yes to moving in and all. Everything here, it's mine." That shouldn't have come out the way it had. "I mean- this is our place now. Don't you think there should be some Charlie-ness to it all?"

Charlie: laughed when he saw his girlfriend cover her face with one hand due to the embarrassment and they shyness she felt in that moment, and that brought as smirk to his lips. Raquel literally ran off to their apartment to ride him and he found that funny somehow. Funny and sexy, if he had to be honest with himself. "Well, you could have touched yourself in the bathroom, but instead you left home to fuck me, how am I supposed to look at you?" he laughed as he rolled off to his side, holding her closer. "I prefer this though. You laughing at what you just did and the sex we just had... it's definitely better," he teased her and stopped laughing as he looked at her, smiling at her, taking in all the afterglow and the beauty she was after an orgasm. She was a sight to behold. "Okay, what do you propose here?" he asked as he run his fingers up and down her thigh. "Like any redecoration or something like that?" Raquel: "In the bathroom? Like some thirteen year old kid learning how to explore his body?" She was just joking but the thought of actually being in a public restroom was not appealing to her. "You're not supposed to look at me like that." Her back arched her lips near inches from his. "Yeah," she nodded. "A lot better." Still not closing the gap between them she let her eyes flicker towards his lips. At his question she pulled away. "Well... I was thinking of just letting you take over a closet," she lied. "But if you want to redecorate...." She sighed thinking of how she had never been truly in love with her apartment and how that possibly could change with Charlie's help. "Like is there anything you want here from your place? What are we doing with the stuff there? Are we donating it? Selling it? Giving it to friends?" She knew she was throwing so many questions at him, questions that would have overwhelmed her. Stopping his hand from creating even more goosebumps she gave him a stern look with a raise of her eyebrow, "Babe, focus." Intertwining their hands she hoped to stop him from any further distractions. "We can do more but... I just want you to know that this is our place. I don't care about the stuff in it. I care about you, and the fact that I get to share my life with you. And maybe have more of those days where I have to rush home to get to you."

Charlie: "Have you never done that? Because wow, now I'm offended." He feigned it, but he failed in the moment he started to laugh. He was about to kiss her when she got closer, but for some reason she pulled away at his question. "Well, I have no idea about decoration, but we could try and see what we can do, babe. I would have to see what I want to keep and what not as soon as I pick up my things and talk with the landlord about it, but yeah, I guess I'm saving a few stuff, like the coffee machine. Because no offense, but mine is better and the coffee tastes better," he spoke as he looked at her, but his eyes flickered to their hands, making him smile and look back at her. "I'm glad we're doing this, babe. You know it's a big step but we're gonna be alright," he whispered and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand softly. Raquel: biting her own lip as she watched her boyfriend press a tender kiss against her hand she thought of the next thing to say. How they had fallen into a new rhythm of being happy and showing affection to this extent was sweet. "Have I never touched myself thinking of you?" She paused almost as if asking if he was seriously asking that question. "Of course I did." She thought back to the last time she had. "Especially when we had just broken up." The thought of all that she had done during the small time between Charlie and Nathan seemed crazy now. She knew how she felt about Charlie, but the uncertainty of future with him and her mother's words had toyed with her emotions and thoughts. "I thought about you all the time. That's probably why I couldn't stay away from you for too long." She ran her hands through his hair now, her body connecting with his. "Oh the coffee machine was a given. I'll clear all the counter space for that," she laughed knowing that no machine other than his could make her favorite cup. "What if we paint? Like make it a bit more masculine?" She already regretted saying the word masculine in terms of a color. "You know just not so many bright colors. Green was never my choice." Really it was the interior designer that had been hired by her mother as a gift to her. Perhaps that was why she had never felt an attachment to her apartment. "I'm glad we are too. I just feel better with you next to me. I sleep better." She swallowed knowing how cliche that might have sounded. "Even if... you know if something happens. If we fight, there's nowhere else you can go. It's not like we can just leave." The thought of them fighting was one she hated to think of. Her silence that would last for days and her passive aggressiveness instead of actually facing the problem. "Maybe I'll just be like one of those tv spouses that send you to the couch," she teased with a push.

Charlie: raised his eyebrow as she talked about touching herself while thinking of him, especially in that short period between their break up and her dating Nathan. "I wasn't referring to that, but I'd like to hear what was I doing to you in those fantasies," he teased her and a chuckle left his lips as he leaned in to kiss her holding her close until she pulled her face away to speak again. "Good, because no offense, but your machine sucks. I would miss mine," he laughed along with her at what he just said, closing the gap between them as she spoke of painting walls and decoration. "We can do that. I have no idea of what we could do or which colors we can use, but that will be fun. We can even take a whole day off to paint walls and shit." His eyes went from being fixated on her eyes to her lips, looking at them while she spoke of them fighting. It was bound to happen, like in all relationships, but they were in a good place now. Charlie didn't want to talk about it right now, and he was pretty sure she didn't either. "If that happens, we'll figure it out, okay? Now... let's enjoy this, can we?" He cupped her cheeks with his hands. "I don't really want to talk about that right now, even if it'll happen at some point." Raquel: "What were you doing?" She thought of what she had imagined and shook her head. "I am not supposed to tell you." Really she didn't want to mention how in her fantasies he did practically anything to her. "No offense was taken. I know how much better yours is. Why do you think I didn't mind sleeping on your horrible mattress? The only reason why we're moving is for the obvious reasons and not for appliances." She was only joking, hoping he knew she would sleep anywhere if it meant sleeping next to him. "You mean a whole day with you." She scrunched her nose in pretend disgust before biting her lip again. "Okay but that day has to be spent actually painting." She already warned, knowing that with the two of them sex could be an easy distraction. "No sex that day until we're done." She already regretted saying that knowing that her libido was far too active to withhold even a day without him. It seemed strange to her hearing how some people could only have sex a few times a week with their partner while she was wanting Charlie at least a few times a night. Nodding she took shallow breaths, also not wanting to think too much about them fighting. "At some point." Hopefully in the distant future. "All roommates do right?" Holding onto him tighter as if they were already distancing at the thought of a fight she kissed his jawline. "Wanna know a secret?" She kissed down his sensitive skin around his jugular. "I think i might be in love with my roommate. Is that too cliche?"

Charlie: "You didn't mind about my horrible mattress while we were fucking, babe," he chuckled and bit his bottom lip at the thought of a whole day with her. No sex, just painting walls and decorating their apartment, the place he could already call theirs. "Does that mean we get to have sex once we're done? Picture it, we'll probably play with the paint and it'll be a mess, but we'll have messy sex while covered in paint," he teased her as he placed his hands on her sides, pulling her closer to him. Charlie knew it'd be hard to be working side by side on such a personal project and not give in to temptations, but that would be a challenge. Charlie nodded at her words as she started to kiss his jawline. "Yes, they do," he agreed with her and let out a groan as she left a kiss on his sensitive skin. "Probably, but wanna know mine? I love my roommate too," he whispered with a smile on his lips. Raquel: "Maybe that's because I hardly ever slept," she teased. "Not to mention how often I was more so on top of you then on the mattress." Her lips ghosted near his not pulling in for a kiss just yet. "So you're already picturing fucking me in paint? How am I not surprised." The thought of actually doing so now served as enough of a turn on to drive her mind wild. Now she just had to make sure they had plenty of spare paint. Their bodies exhausted from painting would probably lead to slower sex, not to mention abstaining for an entire day. "You do?" She toyed not pushing her entire body over his. Her legs straddling him she pressed her pussy against his abs. Knowing how wet she was se kept his hands away from her torso. Her legs bent now served merely as a way to trap Charlie beneath her. "Face it. You've always loved me." Her hair curtained over them. "I mean, your roommate." Bringing her body in she kissed his lips, locking them into a deep kiss.

Charlie: "Oh yes, I'm thinking of fucking you in paint and in the floor to not ruin the bed," he teased her while nodding, pulling her closer to him but their lips were still inches away. "I fucking do." He was about to lean in for a kiss when Raquel pressed her pussy against his abs, feeling how wet she was already as she was on top, trapping him underneath her and keeping his hands away from her. All that dominance drew a smirk on his lips, but he had other plans in mind. While they were kissing, he managed to roll themselves over so he was on top of her, keeping her hands away from him like she did before. "Does this answer your question?" He smirked as he leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped right before their lips touched and started to leave a trail of kisses on her jawline until his lips were behind her ear as he held her wrists behind her head. Raquel: Even with her wrist caught in his hands she tried tugging them down. Elbows going in knowing it was a useless move she sank into the bed. "Maybe." She teased, her legs widening for him even when she knew they had to stop. "Charles," she called to gain his attention. "We-" she gasped and pushed away the pleasure his tongue gave her skin. "We can't." There was no honest response as to why not other than the fact that they had just had one round. Her wet folds showed a different story one that said she was willing and definitely waiting. Still she brought her knees to his hips. "we have to talk color patterns and..." Her voice faded as she fluttered her eyes closed. "We're hopeless," she sighed. This was just them reconnecting after not sleeping together for four days. "I can't picture how you'd want to prove that you love me if I went away for more than a week for work."

Charlie: stopped kissing her skin and lifter his gaze to her as soon as she called his name. "Yes?" he asked her, knowing what she wanted, while looking at her with a smile on his lips, a true and genuine smile at her words. "Yeah, we're fucked, but I'll find a way when that happens. I have ideas, but I'm open to suggestions too." He pressed his lips together as he stood still, not grinding against her or teasing her with his mouth on her neck. "Okay, I know shit about color patterns, but what about anything that has blue on it? We could use some blue in the house, babe, and don't ask me about tones because you're better than me at that, I'm sure," Charlie suggested as he hovered over her body, letting his lower body rest on her while propping himself up on his elbows. "Do you have any other ideas?" Raquel: "Ideas." She continued to pull his focus. "What are these ideas for when i have to work away from you???" Genuinely curious she smiled and moved her neck away so that his lips wouldn't be occupied. A feeble attempt as he went back to now surely leaving a mark on her neck her eyes rolled back at the sting. "Greys," she sighed with a bite of her lower lip. Already wet his extra pressure wasn't helping her situation. Still she tried being focused on the way they needed to redecorate the apartment. If they didn't talk about it it would never get done. Her fear that the apartment not feeling like his and driving him away still present in her thoughts. "Accent walls instead of the whole ... room being one dark color." She moved her hips, thrusting them towards Charlie in a slow movement. "Stop." she whispered even if it was Raquel who was pushing for more. "We're supposed to sleep."

Charlie: "Oh, we have Facetime and Skype, but we'll focus on what's important now, shall we?" he said and pulled away so he would focus on what she had to say about decoration. It wasn't something he could have seen himself doing in bed with a naked girl ever, mostly because he never thought he would ever had to talk about that stuff at all, but somehow, they ended up like this... and he didn't mind it at all. Things were getting serious and real: he was moving in with her and he was happy about it. "That's a good idea, babe. You're the smart one on this stuff." Charlie couldn't help but smile as he felt her thrusting her hips towards him. "Are you sure you want to sleep? Because you're the one who's moving now," he teased her as he lifted his hips so they weren't in touch anymore, smirking at her reaction because he could feel how wet she was earlier. Raquel's: face softened at the thought of how prepared he really was. He had thought it through about how they would handle being apart. "I think that might have been the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." Calming her worries even before they came up. Sitting up she kissed his lips sighing as they broke away. "You really do love me." The thought of how far they had come from how she fought so hard to not like him. She was still waiting on a response back from an audition so the possibility of them being apart soon was something that could come up. "I didn't doubt it before but... you've thought about it. Us being apart and how we can get over that." She smiled even if he wanted them to move on and not talk about being apart. "And we're actually moving in together... and, I'm just happy." Her hands went to his ears shaking his head for him to answer his question. "We're not sleeping." Her forehead pressed against his kissing his lips gently. Lying back she pulled him back onto her shifting underneath him. Kissing his lips and getting lost she broke away again. "Wait. Wait. We're supposed to be talking colors." She already anticipated his look before shaking her head. "Who cares."

Charlie: was caught of guard when she sat in the middle of the bed and kissed him, but he didn't complain. He held her face with her hands and smiled at her once she broke the kiss. "Of course I do. I know that us being apart isn't the ideal and I won't like it now I'm moving in and shit, but it's bound to happen because I have faith in you and," he paused and looked at her lips briefly before focusing on her eyes again, "you're going to make it, babe. So yeah, I'm just thinking ahead. We can think of more things once that happens, okay?" he said softly as his thumb brushed her cheek right before he leaned in for a kiss, his hands suddenly on her hips as she pulled him down on top of her. "Yeah, we should talk about it when we're both dressed and awake," he laughed between kissed while he grinded his hips against hers, his already growing erection teasing her entrance, something that made him smirk into the kiss as his hands ran up and down her sides. Raquel: holding him closer she let out a sigh of relief. He probably didn't know how much of a relief it was to hear him say that she was going to make it. How important it was that she had someone that had faith in her. "Thank you,"she whispered. "For believing in me." She groaned feeling his tip against her. Still holding onto his neck she moved her hips again, inviting more of him into her folds. "Don't be a tease." Hands sliding down his chest she paused at his sides. Nails digging into his back she encouraged him even more as she held him close. Lips going to his neck she bit down against his skin, soothing the sting with her tongue. "You're the love of my life." Knowing she had made the right decision in rushing home she ground her hips into his taking as much of him as she could, whimpering into his shoulder from the pleasure.