#Hey Hold on this isn’t a real dollar

[ganjamonster11]

Hey wow A dollar just appeared in my hand and it’s a real one too How Convenient and awesome

[wonderjanga]

Billy Pranks Hal

Billy doesn’t know the difference between pranks and straight up crime. He doesn’t know this because Freddy’s ideas of pranks are crimes. The reason this is, is because he didn’t really grown up around any other kids his age. So, Freddy’s the best example he’s got. So, when Hal pranks him, he decides to “prank” him back. By the way, during all of this, he thinks this is just lighthearted fun.

Billy (in Marvel from) gets the most brilliant idea. Though, technically it isn’t his idea, but rather Freddy’s. He’s going to hire a hooker to give Hal herpes. Pause, and run it back. He’s going to hire a hooker, bring her to the Watchtower, have her brush her teeth with Hal’s toothbrush, and then that will him herpes. Freddy said he saw it on a Southpark episode and wanted to see if it would actually work in real life. So the two talked to Ms.Bambi to see if any of her friends had the disease and sure enough she knew someone. She was a little skeptical, but when they told her the reason, she gave in. But she did end up supervising them the whole way, including going with them to the guy they were “pranking’s” house. It’s one of Billy’s favorite memories.

So, Billy approaches her as Marvel and asks her her to do it. She briefly remarks about how this is the second time she’s had to do this, but agrees as long as he pays her fare. He scrounges up the few dollars he has, pays her, and he takes her to the Watchtower. He obviously gets weird looks because why did Captain Marvel of all people come to the Watchtower with someone who looks(they didn’t want to assume) like a hooker? Meanwhile, Marvel and Ms.Hooker are chatting about being broke, ignoring the looks. Eventually they get to Hal’s room and just as they’re about to find a way in, John leaves the room next to them.

John: “Hey, Cap.” *waves, then does a double take at Ms.Hooker* “Who’s this?”

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh, this is Ms.Foxy.”

Ms.Foxy: “Hey.” *waves*

John: “Okay… Cool. Cool… Why’re you trying to get into Green Lantern’s room?”

Ms.Foxy: “Aren’t you Green Lantern?”

Marvel: “There’s like four of them actually.” *looks over to Ms.Foxy while holding up 4 fingers*

John: “There’s actually more- Never mind, you didn’t answer my question, Cap.”

Marvel: “Oh right! I’m pranking him. Ms.Foxy is going to help me.” *gestures to Ms.Foxy*

John: “Huh. Really? What’re you going to do?”

Marvel: “She’s gonna give him herpes.”

*loud silence*

John: “…What?”

Marvel: “She’s gonna give him herpes.”

John: “…okay. I thought I heard you correctly. YOU’RE GOING TO DO WHAT?!”

Marvel: *surprised by the sudden yelling* “She’s going to give him herpes- why is that so surprising?”

Ms.Foxy: “No offense, big man, but that’s not necessarily something you do just as a prank.” *Pats Marvel’s arm* “This is more getting revenge for someone hitting your dog with a car type of shit.”

John: “YES! She’s right! What did he do to you? How bad was the prank??”

Marvel: “Nothing that bad? All he did was leave a tack on my chair when we switched for monitor duty. It didn’t really do anything though except bend since it couldn’t prick me.”

John: “Okay???? Then what did he do to warrant this??” *sounds extremely distressed and confused*

Marvel: “Well, he pranked me. I’m just pranking him back.”

Ms.Foxy: “I don’t think you get what he’s trying to tell you. This isn’t really a prank, bud. It’s more like chemical warfare.”

Marvel: “Really…? I had no idea. I thought this was normal.” *sighs*

John: “Why would this be normal?”

Ms.Foxy: *ignores him* “Do you want your money back since we aren’t going to do it?”

John: “Money?”

Marvel: *also ignores him* “No, it’s fine, Ms.Foxy. Keep it.” *gives her sunny smile*

John: *takes deep breath* “Captain. Is this woman a hooker?”

Ms.Foxy: *looks over to start acknowledging him again* “I prefer the term prostitute.”

Marvel: *also starts acknowledging him again* “Yeah GL, she prefers the term prostitute. But yes, she’s a hooker.”

John: *takes a few minutes to process his words* “Captain… why is a hooker in the Watchtower?”

Marvel: “Again, prostitute. Also, she’s the one who has herpes. She was kind of needed for this entire prank to happen.”

John: “Prostitute, hooker, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s a civilian. Also stop calling it a prank.”

Ms.Foxy: “He is right, you really should stop calling it that.” *nods head*

John: “Look, just get her outta here. Civilians aren’t allowed up here. Bats is gonna glare at you the same way he did to Flash when he brought someone up here.”

Marvel: “Alright alright. Noted. I won’t bring anyone else up here.” *looks over to Ms.Foxy* “Let’s head back then.”

*They leave while John is still processing everything that just went down*

[hongjoongtime117]

I can’t stand you - 200 follower special

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong/reader

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: rough sex, bratty reader, oral (M receiving), enemies to lovers, edging, marking, “hate” fuck (as usual, probably forgot a lot, let me know!)

Author’s Notes: Thank you all SO MUCH for 200 followers! I hope you all enjoy this! It was fun to write. My love aggression for Hongjoong may have prompted this idea, just a little bit!

Taglist: @kihyuns-military-wife @Arki-sha @Ghostlovesworld 

The bass thumps loudly in the club, vibrating you to your core. You grind against Mingi, as you watch the one man in your friend group you absolutely can’t stand with a look of disgust as he nurses his drink at the bar. 

“God, I can’t fucking stand him, Mingi!” you say into his ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

“I never understood why, though. What’s he ever done to you?” Mingi throws his head back with a hiccuping laugh.

“He’s just arrogant and cocky!” Not that he didn’t have reason to be, he’s absolutely gorgeous. He was in fact the furthest thing from cocky. He was sweet and charming, and you wanted him. But you would never let him know that, or the rest of the group. You would be teased relentlessly by them, given the facade you’ve maintained about your hatred for Hongjoong. 

You head to the bar to down another shot, purposely squeezing yourself next to Hongjoong in the crowded space. 

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Hongjoong gives you that million dollar smile and you return it with a roll of your eyes.

“Fuck off, Hongjoong,” you snark as you throw back your shot, hissing at the bitter liquid. 

As you go to walk away, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. “Why are you always so fucking feisty with me? Seriously, what have I done?” his tone serious and a glimmer of something else hidden in his dark eyes. 

“I just can’t fucking stand you, Hongjoong. Haven’t I made that abundantly clear!?” you shout as you rip your wrist from his grip and head back through the crowd to Mingi, who’s now dancing with Yunho. 

“What’s got you all riled up?” Wooyoung questions as he sees the annoyed expression on your face. 

“What always does, Woo?” you say with an exasperated sigh.

“I think you two just need to fuck out all of this tension yall got going on,” Wooyoung prods with a smirk and a wiggle of his brows.

“Yeah fucking right, Woo. Be so for real right now,” your annoyance growing at his teasing.

With the tension that’s always sparked between you two it would indeed be the hate fuck of the century. You didn’t actually hate Hongjoong. You hated how absolutely perfect he was. And before you could tamper down your attitude, Hongjoong had quickly followed you through the crowd, relinquishing any semblance of control you had gained over your emotions. He again grabs hold of your wrist and drags you through the crowd towards the exit, tightening his grip as you struggle against him. The remaining seven of the group exchange surprised glances with each other.

“LET GO OF ME, KIM HONGJOONG!” you scream at him once you’ve made it to the much quieter outdoors of the club. He ignores your raised voice and throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his car as you beat against his back. Once you’ve reached his car, he finally sets you down. 

“Get in,” he opens the door and gestures for you to hop in. 

“Since when do I take orders from you?” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a long, tired sigh. “Y/N. I’m taking you back to my place. We need to talk. Whatever this reason is that you hate my guts, I need to know so I can fix it. And the club isn’t exactly the proper place to do so.” 

You roll your eyes, and half heartedly plop into the passenger seat of his sleek, black sports car. He settles into the driver’s side and starts the car, engine purring to life. The car ride to his place is eerily silent, as is the ascent to his apartment. 

He unlocks his door and allows you to enter first. With the door shut securely behind the two of you, he pins you to the door by your throat. Not enough to restrict airflow, but enough to let you know he means business. “You want to tell me what your problem is?” his voice a low, dangerous growl.

The corner of your mouth curls up into a mocking smirk. “I fucking hate you, and your stupid, pretty face. Your perfect damn smile. That gorgeous ass body I know you have hiding under all those clothes. Your perfectly pointed nose that I think about riding more often than I should. There, you happy now?” venom oozing from your words as you push him away from you and throw yourself onto his couch. 

Before you can fully settle, he’s hovered over you on the couch. He grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks, forcing you to make eye contact with his blown out pupils. “Awww, if you wanted to ride my face, all you had to do was ask, darling,” his tone condescending. “But then again,” he places one of your small hands on the buldge growing in his jeans, “my dick clearly enjoys your attitude.”

“You’re all talk, Joong. All bark and no bite,” you challenge him, even in your vulnerable position. 

“No bite, hmm?” he whispers into the shell of your ear as he straddles your body and rests in your lap. Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your neck, bringing forth a sharp gasp from your lips. “You can talk all the shit you want. But I know you want me as badly as I want you, and I’ll have you begging for more long before I’m finished with you.”

“Cocky much, Joongie?” you spit out.

“Is it really cocky if I know I can back up my words, darling?” He places heated, wet kisses on all the sensitive areas of your neck, his hold on your hair never faltering, and you can feel the stickiness forming between your thighs.

“Yet all I’m still hearing is a bunch of talk.”

Your feistiness makes Hongjoong groan into your neck before leaving another harsh bite. “That little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

“Like I give a shit,” you choke out. You’re pulling out all the stops to piss him off enough to thoroughly ruin you. 

“I’ve got better uses for that smart mouth of yours,” he growls, annoyance seeping through his words. For the second time tonight, he throws you over his shoulder, and carries you to his room. He throws you on the bed on your back, your head towards the foot of it. He hastily strips himself of all of his clothes, and his throbbing cock slaps against his abdomen. You don’t even need to right yourself to tell his size is impressive. You swallow hard at the sight, your mouth going dry.

“Nothing to say now, huh?” the devilish smirk playing on his lips. “Open up for me, pretty.” 

You open your mouth wide for him, and he shoves his thick cock down your throat in one go, making you choke around him. “Mmm, that’s the sound I love to hear. Not your smart ass mouth.” 

In a fit of defiance, you carefully but firmly let your teeth graze his cock as he thrusts in and out. Crazed look in his eyes, he grabs you by your throat, pushing against the bulge his dick has created. “You better watch those teeth, little brat.” He removes himself from your mouth, and you fill your lungs with a full breath of air. 

“Or what, Joong? Hmm?” you grit, catching your breath as you sit yourself up on the bed.

“I’ll just have to fuck your brains out until you beg for mercy,” a wicked glint flashes across his eyes, and he climbs towards you, like a predator after prey.

“You keep making promises, yet I’m still here, not being fucked. You know, if you’re incapable, I’m more than happy to find someone else to satisfy me. Or do it myself. And just leave you here with an angry, leaking cock,” you shrug, indifferent.

“Fucking try me,” he snarls, his face centimeters from yours, breaths mingling together.

You move to get up from the bed, but before you can move an inch he has you pinned against the mattress under him. He reaches under your skirt and swipes two fingers through the slick that is pouring out of your tight hole. “With the way she’s purring for me, I know you’re full of shit. And no panties? You were just waiting for someone to fill you, hmmm?”

“So sure of yourself, huh?” you pant.

“Darling, you’ve been eye fucking me from the moment we met. I know you want to be split open on my cock, until the only thing that leaves your lips is my name.”

“Does this bullshit work on all the other girls?” 

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, darling. There are no others. The only one I want to stuff full is you.”

You scoff at his words. “Yeah? Then prove it to me. You’re still all talk, Joongie.”

Without warning, he flips you around on your stomach and lifts your ass in the air. He rips off the skirt, and resounding smack fills the air along with a strangled moan from you. He gently rubs the reddening mark on your ass cheek. “Mmm, such a pretty color, let’s make the other one match, hmm?” He lands the second smack, and watches your hole tighten around nothing as you let out a high pitched whine. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you say, feigning annoyance. 

Without so much as a warning, he shoves two fingers inside your wet heat, and plays with your sweet spot, ripping a loud whine from your lips. “Acting like you hate me, but your body betrays every word that leaves those sweet little lips.”

You fake a yawn. “Are you done yet? I’m getting bored.” You pick up your phone from the night stand and unlock it, attempting to piss him off even more. 

Harshly pushing his fingers further inside of you, he yanks your phone from you with his free hand and tosses it somewhere on the floor. You gasp at the sudden force of his fingers. “I want all of your focus on me as I pull you apart, piece by piece, my little stubborn brat,” he growls into your ear.

Against your heaving breaths, you still maintain your defiance. “I think it’s you who’s going to fall apart first, Joong.” He gives you an extremely arrogant laugh. “Mmm, not so fast, baby.”

“But I like fast,” you quip back.

“Unfortunate that I’m the one who’s in charge here, darling. It’s about time I show your needy little pussy who’s the boss.”

“Oh, and who is that, Hongjoong?” you try and say with confidence, but the tremble in your voice betrays you just the smallest bit.

“Considering the way she’s sucking in my fingers, and clenching them, I’d say it’s me. It’s always going to be me,” his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace, and the fire in your gut is roaring. 

“Prove it, then,” the challenge in your voice evident.

He pulls his slick covered fingers out of your spasming hole, and reaches around to rub light circles against your clit. Just light enough to leave you on the edge, but never enough to tip you over. He switches between your dripping hole and your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy is making loud, lewd noises from how wet you’ve become in your little banter with Hongjoong, and how well he’s working your body. “You hear that, baby? How wet she is for me? She’s mine. You’re mine.”

“You sure about that?” you huff out, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your moans, letting him know how good you feel. But a slight pinch to your clit renders your efforts useless.

He pulls you by your throat until your back meets his strong chest and whispers in your ear. “With the way you’re soaking my hand and the pretty noises you’re making for me, and you haven’t even had my cock yet, I’d fucking say so, darling.”

“I bet Mingi could do a better job. I should find out. He’s been dreaming to be where you are right now.”

His jaw clenches in annoyance at the mention of someone else having you the way he is right now. He slides his fingers back inside you, bringing you right to the edge. Your legs tremble as you whimper and whine, and before you can get the euphoria of release, he withdraws his fingers. 

You sigh in frustration and he chuckles because he has you right where he wants you. “You sure know how to push my buttons, hmm? I’m gonna stretch this pretty little pussy open until the only thing you can scream is my name.” He uses the hand soaked in your juices and brings it to one of your aching nipples. He pinches and pulls, just hard enough to bring pleasure. He can see your pulse pounding in your neck, and he sucks a dark, possessive mark right over it. 

He brings his unoccupied hand back to your swollen clit, giving you the friction you’ve been craving. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes from all the sensations he’s making you feel. Your breathing is ragged from his ministrations, labored pants mixing with the heavy breathing from Hongjoong, and the squelch of your pussy.

He can tell you’re reaching your peak yet again, and yet again, he stops. The tears you tried so hard to stop from escaping finally fall down your cheeks, along with a strangled cry. Hongjoong licks them up with a smirk, savoring the salty taste.

“Hongjoong, please,” you beg breathlessly.

“What was that, darling? Please what? You’ve been using your words this entire time, don’t stop now, my little brat.” His tone is mocking, but at this point you couldn’t care less. You need him, in the worst way. 

“Fuck, I need you. Please,” desperation in your voice.

“That’s it, darling. Beg for my cock. Let yourself go. Fall apart for me, baby.” He places you down on the bed and rolls you over until you’re on your back as he cages you in. He sets a tortuous pace in exploring your body with his mouth, leaving no skin unkissed.

“Hongjoong…” you say his name in a drawn out whisper. “Please…” He looks up at you through half lidded eyes, stopping his exploration for a moment. Tears spill down your cheeks again and he gently wipes them away. 

“Look at you, crying for me baby. Tell me what you need,” he coos.

“S-stop teasing!” You’re writhing underneath him, your body on fire, as you grow restless, waiting for him to finally fill you.

“Patience, darling. Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?” The grin on his face makes you whimper with a need you’ve never felt before. He slides his cock between your glistening folds, spreading your arousal to coat him before he pushes just the tip inside your aching pussy. You both let out a simultaneous moan as he stretches you just the slightest bit, and he finally gets a feel of how tight and wet you are.

“How long are you going to let us both suffer, hmm? I’ve waited, now give me something good,” you pout at him, that hint of bratiness still hanging on by a thread. 

He slowly pushes in, just another inch and you try to rock your hips to push him inside further. He pushes your hips down roughly to stop you. “So needy, darling.”

“Hongjoong, you’re just torturing me at this point.” Your hands grip the sheets beneath you as you try and gain control over your body, every nerve set alight by how much you need him right now.

“Mmm, and what do you think you’ve been doing to me for years, baby?” He growls as he envelops your mouth in a searing kiss. As the kiss grows more impatient and messy, he finally sinks the rest of his throbbing cock inside your warm, wet heat. Your eyes widen and he swallows your moan, your back arching prettily underneath him.

Panting hard, he breaks the kiss. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. You’re mine. No one else gets to feel these tight, silky walls squeezing their cock, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Hongjoong.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and your walls squeeze him tighter at his words as you finally succumb to the man you’ve pretended to hate for so long. 

“That’s a good girl. All you needed this entire time was for me to put you in your place, and stretch you open, hmm?” He groans at your pussy clenching around his cock, his strokes lazy and unhurried. “I knew it was only a matter of time before I tamed that sassy little mouth, darling.”

“Fuck, Hongjoong.”

“So obedient now, hmm, baby?” He smirks as he looms over you to place a claiming bite on the flesh of your shoulder.  

You choke on a moan at the pleasure mixed with pain from his bite. You smirk dangerously at him, your brat never fully becoming tamed. “I enjoy a bit of pain, Joong. Stop treating me like I’m fucking fragile.”

“Oh, do you now, darling? Let’s see just how much you enjoy it.”

“Ruin me, Hongjoong,” you taunt, wrapping your legs around him, pushing him in impossibly deeper, and your hole pouring out even more slick around his cock. 

The look is his eyes is primal as he sets a punishing pace, the sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room, along with the symphony of pretty noises falling from your lips, and the deep, guttural ones from Hongjoong’s. Hongjoong’s eyes fall to your stomach, where he can see the online of his cock as it pistons in and out. He splays his hand across it and pushes down, just slightly, the pressure causing your orgasm to come barreling to the forefront exceedingly fast. Your walls throbbing around Hongjoong has his head thrown back in ecstasy, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest. 

“Come on darling, cum on my cock. Let that sweet little cunt milk me for every drop.” 

Neither of you being able to take in a full breath, chests heaving in rapid succession, he places a single finger under your chin. “I want you to look at me when you cum, darling.” After a few more thrusts and expert fingers on your clit, you come undone, locking eyes with him as he soon follows, hot seed filling you to the brim. 

His warm, sweaty body collapses next to you and he pulls you close. “Are you done hating me now?” he questions, trying to keep his voice light, but there’s a hint of seriousness and worry in his tone. 

“Hongjoong, I never hated you,” you chuckle. “And if I did, you fucked it out of me.” 

“So does this mean that you’re actually mine?” He mouths at your shoulder and the back of your neck. “You’re not gonna go run off with Mingi?” he jokes.

“I’m yours, Hongjoong. Who’s Mingi?” 

The two of you shake with laughter as you cuddle close, enjoying the newfound relationship between you. 

[winstonsns]

I love ur writing so, so, so, so, so much!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Dallas x Reader where he met reader through Ponyboy and Johnny. Like both Johnny and Ponyboy are really really close friends with reader and Dallas is curious and wants to met them and Dallas develops a little puppy crush!

Only write if ur comfortable/have time! Love ya and I’m excited to see you write more in the future! 🖤🖤🖤

can’t help falling in love (request)

authors note: i have a shit ton of requests but try to post once each day, please be patient if i haven’t gotten to yours yet! i’m so glad you like my writing, i hope you enjoy! this is my first oneshot so idk if it’s good or not LMAO 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, bob being a bitch

dally was sitting on his bed in his room, above buck’s bar when he suddenly heard a ring from the phone on his dresser. “god damn it, who the fuck could it be…” he mumbled, grumpily walking over to the phone and picking it up.

“hey, who the hell is this?” he asked, receiving a response quickly, “it’s pony. you wanna go to the drive in with me and johnny and our other friend? she’s real tuff, i’m sure you’d like her. the movie’s at 7—“

dally looked at the wall, checking the time on the clock. it was nearly 3pm, he thought for a moment before interrupting pony, “i’ll come over now, we can get some food or something before we leave for the movie.”

“see you in a bit, dallas.” he responded, dally putting down the phone and therefore ending the call. he stared at the dresser for a couple seconds before making up his mind, pulling on the drawer handle and taking a plain black shirt out, putting it over his head. he then walked to another part of his room, picking up his shoes on the floor, putting them on and grabbing his denim jacket from a hanger. he put his arms through the sleeves and walked to the door, walking downstairs, telling buck, “hey, i’m taking your car. goin’ to a friend’s house.”

he rolled his eyes before grabbing the keys from his pocket, tossing them to dally before he was on his way to pony’s house. going into the car, he wondered what you would be like, knowing you were going to the drive in with johnny and pony. as he was on the road, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, thinking about what you could look like or if he would think you’re as tuff as ponyboy thought.

by the time he was at ponyboy’s house, it was 3:30pm. he took the keys out of his car and opened the car door, closing it behind him once he got out. he walked over to the entrance of his friend’s house, opening the door since he knew it would be unlocked. “hey dally, took you long enough.” he heard someone say, recognizing it as johnny’s voice. “hey, man, how you doin’?” he asked, walking over to the kitchen where he saw johnny and ponyboy eating some chocolate cake. both of them looking at dally and nodding.

“isn’t there gonna be some broad at the drive in with you guys? what’s that about?” he asked, johnny and pony looking at each other, johnny grinning and holding his hand out to pony. he groaned and mumbled a “gotta be kiddin’ me…” and pulled a dollar out of his pocket, giving it to the dark haired boy next to him.

dally watched the whole interaction but was still confused, only after pony explained who you were, he understood the two of them had made a bet. “how have we not told you about her, man? y/n’s been our best friend for years, one of the only nice socs, we hang out like three times every week, man. have you not seen her?” pony explained, johnny answering his question and saying, “oh she’s beautiful, dallas, you’d love her.” ponyboy nodding his head, agreeing with johnny.

all three of them talked for a while in the curtis house, ranging from you, to dally almost getting put in jail again, to some fight that pony witnessed, to johnny getting beat up by a soc, then once again, back to you. time passed by quickly and before they knew it, two hours had passed, they only had an hour before they wanted to be at the drive in.

dally couldn’t keep his mind off of you, he got curious because of how highly pony and johnny spoke of you. saying you were an academic beast, the most beautiful person someone could ever meet, the funniest and best person someone would want to be around, etc. “knew each other since we were… god, what were we? oh, i was around 7 i think, she was around 10.” pony stated, bringing dally back into the conversation after he zoned out.

the rest of the hour was spent talking about you, how you, pony and johnny met and became friends. detail by detail, dally grew more and more excited to meet you, but he tried not to show it. pony and dally continued their conversation while johnny glanced at the clock, noticing it was nearly 6:30. “hey guys, it’s close to seven. think we should start headin’ over to the drive in, yeah?” he asked, the two other boys nodding, getting up from their seats and walking out the door to the drive in.

by the time they arrived, the sky was dark even though it was still early. they looked around before getting on their knees, crawling under the fence and getting their jeans a bit dirtier than they wanted. “should be in a black mustang, i think. that’s what she has, right johnny?” pony stated, wanting to have his statement confirmed by his friend first. “yeah, pretty sure. wait— isn’t it dark blue?”

the two kept bickering back and forth, looking around even though many people were there. he glanced around, remembering how pony and johnny described your features, trying to find someone who described them. the three boys were near rows of chairs, your friends still arguing about what color your car was.

dally heard footsteps walking towards his direction and a loud voice, he recognized it as someone was yelling at another person. “god, won’t you just fucking listen to me, y/n!!? you can’t be hanging out with those— those hoods, they’ll ruin you!!” a boy with curly blond hair with an alcohol bottle in his hand yelled, dally realizing he was bob, someone that johnny had described multiple times, with his rings that cut up johnny’s face.

“look, bob. we’re not even together, why do you care so much about this? they aren’t bad people, you have to understand that!!” you argued back, trying to keep your voice steady and managing not to yell at him. even though the two of you were somewhat far away, dally lightly hit johnny’s arm and pointed at you, asking, “is that your friend?” looking back at him, seeing both of the younger boys smile.

pony and johnny started to walk towards you when he stopped them, worrying, “hey, hey… seems like she’s in an argument with that one guy over there. don’t you think we should wait?” the two of them paused, staring at you, watching you and bob continue arguing, him losing his temper and screaming at you, “you’re a fucking whore, y/n! a bitch too, leaving us for some gross hoods. what, you wanna live on the streets too, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, knowing they didn’t really live on the streets, they just knew them better. they weren’t as fortunate as you and bob, as the socs. you continued letting him yell at you when you heard footsteps behind you, like they were from multiple people. when bob paused and looked behind you and asked, “who the hell are you? get lost.” spitting near the people behind you, you cringed and moved away from the spit and bob, looking behind you to see johnny, pony and a boy who you haven’t seen before.

the dark haired boy, who was a bit taller than pony and johnny came closer to bob’s face. asking, “why the fuck are you yelling at her, huh? you have no fucking right to do that, you piece of shit.” pushing bob’s chest, causing him to back up. he looked at you, complaining, “this ain’t worth my time,” slowly walking backwards then turning around to walk towards his friends.

dally turned around, seeing you already looking at him and smiling. “you’re dally, aren’t you? i’ve heard about you before. pony and johnny talk about you sometimes…” you added, glancing over to the two boys at the end. he responded, “yeah, it’s dally. so you’re y/n, huh? the boys talk very highly of you, it’s a big thing to meet you,” pausing, hearing you giggle, then continuing, “you’re pretty good looking, you know. should get to know each other better, yeah?” smirking when he saw you blush.

after the four of you reached the seats, you sat in a row, two behind johnny and pony. the two of you continued talking although the movie had already started, not even paying attention. you had learned dally had an insanely long criminal record while you had none, his parents were both shitty and didn’t care about him, but yours were perfect. he didn’t give a shit about school, meanwhile you would most likely be the valedictorian. but he wanted to attend school again just so he could see you.

even though the two of you didn’t notice, the movie had ended as quickly as it started. both of you kept chatting away before pony and johnny looked behind the two of you and spoke, “man, nearly everyone’s gone. i think we should all go home, right? don’t want your parents to be mad, right y/n? don’t wanna get grounded again.” johnny teased, you rolling your eyes playfully and agreeing, “yeah, we should probably get going.”

when you looked away, dally gave the two boys a look and shrugged, a gesture for, “what the hell was that for?!” so they shrugged back and got up from their seats. the three boys walked you over to your car, ponyboy asked you all, “so, what’d you guys think of the movie?”

you and dally looked at each other and grinned, he replied, “wasn’t paying attention.” and you nodded, agreeing, “yeah, i wasn’t either.” he lightly bumped your shoulder in a teasing manner, causing you to giggle. by the time you got to your car, you felt your mood start to change drastically, going from happy to a sense of sadness. you wanted to continue talking to dally, but were nervous to ask.

you fidgeted with your hands and looked worried, staring at the ground before asking dally, “can i have your number?” his face turned into a shade of red, nodding quickly and speaking, “yeah, you got a pen and paper?” you wondered for a second before stating, “maybe, let me check.” so you opened your car door slightly and frantically looking around, yet finding a pen and not a piece of paper. you grabbed it and shrugged, “i only have a pen… sorry…” feeling bad that you got your hopes up.

he took the pen from your hands, asking if you could roll up your sleeves, you nodded and he gently grabbed your arm. as he wrote his number on your arm, you looked at johnny and pony, smiling at them while they gave you a thumbs up. “this doesn’t hurt, right?” dally asked, checking up on you. you shook your head, suddenly you didn’t feel pressure on your arm and he handed the pen back to you. looking on your arm, he wrote his number and ‘dally ;)’ at the bottom.

you smiled at the little winking face, looking up at him to see him already grinning at you. you mumbled, “i think i have to go now… i don’t want my parents to be mad…” dally looked at you, nodding and stating, “i’ll call you in the morning, ‘kay? we should hang out tomorrow.” while you got into your car, putting the keys in.

dally bent down to the window and smiled, you beamed, “it was nice meeting you, dally… i hope we can figure out another time to hang out. thanks for inviting me, pony and johnny.” they smiled and said “we’ll see you later!!” and waved as you drove out of the drive in, going in the direction of your house.

watching your car with a bit of sadness, dally turned his head and mumbled, “let’s get you two home…” johnny and pony teased him the whole way back to ponyboy’s house, saying it was so obvious that he thought you were cute and was trying to flirt with you. “your eyes were basically like hearts, like in the cartoons when they fall in love!!” johnny chuckled, getting a playful hit on the back from dally.

by the time they reached the curtis house, johnny and pony said goodbye to dally, “we’ll talk to you later, dallas. don’t fuck it up with y/n, we don’t have to choose in between you and her!!” waving at him when he got into the car, driving to buck’s. as he walked into the bar, a girl walked up to him and said, “hey, you wanna go somewhere? there’s a bathroom over there,” she pointed, “maybe we could… bang?” she winked, dally made a disgusted face and said, “i have a girlfriend, dipshit.” and walked away, knowing he didn’t really have anyone romantically, but he wanted you.

when he was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, he was thinking about you. the way you talked, trying to keep your sweet voice in his head, the way you looked at him with interest while he talked. you had made him feel important for those two hours the both of you talked. he yearned for you, for your attention and love, but he thought he wouldn’t admit that to anyone, not if it was to save his life.

when you got home and walked up to your bedroom after you took your shoes off, you smiled at the writing on your arm. walking to your vanity, you pulled out a sticky note and pencil, writing dally’s phone number with a ‘dally’ and a heart next to it, underneath the numbers themself.

you changed into your matching set of pajamas and went into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, wetting the toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it. you felt a lot different now than how you did with dallas, not even 30 minutes ago. you spit out the toothpaste once two minutes had passed, you wiped your mouth, turned the lights off and walked to your bed. you turned on the lamp that was on your nightstand, turning off your big light in the center of your room.

you and dally were both laying on your own beds, thinking about each other, both wondering “are they thinking about me too? there’s no way, it didn’t even seem like they liked me. maybe they were being nice.”

only johnny and pony knew, johnny had slept over at pony’s house while you called them, ranting to them about dally and how sweet he seemed, and when you hung up, they immediately got a call from the boy you were just talking about. he was talking about you, and for once seemed like he wanted something more than a short term relationship. he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care that much, but the two boys could tell.

authors note: yayyy my first oneshot!! i hope you liked it, sorry it was short!! ;3

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

This Is Kinda Nice Too (4)

So it's been a while since I posted for this prompt, but I was looking through some unfinished fics and stumbled across this. Hoping to now move this fic into my 'finished' folder, so here we are. Previous parts are linked below for context but can be read as a stand alone.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

~*~

“I gotta ask a favour,” says Melissa as she sits in her usual seat at she and Barb’s table.  “Dessert.  I’m just not gonna have time.” 

Barb’s eyebrows raise as the red head starts to reel off all of the prep she needs to do for your dinner date.  “Girl, you have got to calm down.  The girl isn’t expecting a five star banquet.  She’s going to be giddy over the fact she’s spending time with you, not nitpicking at your food.”

Melissa rolls her eyes.  “That was all fun in the forest but this is real.  I just wanna do this right.”

“You’re not going to be able to relax and enjoy yourself if all you’re worrying about is the food,” points out the kindergarten teacher. 

“I’m not worrying about the food!” exclaims the red head.  “Just the lack of time to make the food…and the dessert.”

With a sigh, Barb finally concedes.  “Fine, I’ll make dessert, but you owe me!”

*

Friday after school finds Melissa in the doorway to your classroom.  “Hey.  Just wanted to check you’re still good for tomorrow?”

“Seven o’clock sharp,” you grin.  “I can’t wait.  Is there anything I can bring?”

You watch as she pushes off the doorframe, sauntering up to you and effectively stealing your breath in the process. 

“How about you and that cute smile?” she smirks, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, and acting far braver than she feels. 

“I can do that,” you say quietly, your grin only widening. 

*

Standing outside Melissa’s door, you take a deep breath, loosening your death grip on the flowers you brought.  You know she had said you didn’t need to bring anything, but you couldn’t just turn up empty handed.  And if you’d also picked up a little box of the chocolates you knew Melissa liked, well, you were only being polite. 

Knocking on the now familiar door, you feel your heart rate increase at the sound of approaching footsteps from within.  As the door is opened to reveal the red head, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over her curves.  “You look amazing,” you tell her as she steps back to allow you in.  “Even more than usual.”

Her cheeks pink in a blush as you hold out the flowers to her, smiling as she shyly takes them.

“I told you you didn’t have to bring anything.”

“I was hardly going to turn up empty handed to our first date,” you smile. 

She ducks her head.  “I’m gonna go fix these, you know where the coats go.”  Leaving you to hang up your bag and coat, she retreats to the kitchen, trying to calm her nerves as she opens up the flowers and sets them in a vase.  She looks up as you enter the kitchen.  “You scrub up pretty well yourself.”

“Had a good reason to put in some effort,” you reply, putting the chocolates you had brought down by the vase of flowers. 

She frowns.

“Just in case my sweet smile wasn’t quite cutting it,” you shrug.

“These are my favourites,” she says quietly as she looks more closely at the box.  Not some dollar store number or some last-minute purchase from the corner store. 

“Well I wasn’t going to bring you ones you don’t like.”

She closes the space between you, her fingers skimming down your arms before pulling you into a hug.  “Thank you.”  She pulls back, blinking to try and hide the tears that have gathered in your eyes at how thoughtful you’ve been.  “Now, you go sit and I will get things plated up.”

*

Dinner is better than you could have hoped.  The table is set with candles, casting the room in a romantic light and making Melissa’s hair glow.  It reminds you of that first night by the fire, when things started to shift between the two of you.  The conversation and laughter flows between you, and you realise although you’ve had a crush on her forever, you couldn’t have done this all those months ago.  The friendship that’s grown between the two of you has allowed you to be you with her.

Her eyes tear up as you tell her as much.  “It’s been a two way street, kid.  You’ve never made me feel like I had to be anyone else with you, like who I was wasn’t enough,” she admits feeling brave in the face of your admission.  “There are…things I usually hide when I meet people.  Things you learned and you didn’t pity me, think less of me.”

“Why would I think any less of you for anything I’ve learned about you?” you frown.  “You’re amazing.  And I mean that.  You are…so strong and capable and just…amazing,” you finish.  “And I should say beautiful too.” 

Cheeks once again flushed from more than just the heat, she stands from the table, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as she passes your chair.  “Got room for dessert?”

You close your eyes at the brief contact, a smile on your lips.  You don’t make to follow her, giving her a few moments to herself.  “Always,” you tell her.  “You know I have a sweet tooth.”

When she returns, she places a plate down in front of you.  You frown, looking down at the plate.  You know Melissa.  You know her cooking, and this, this doesn’t look like it.  “This doesn’t feel like a Schemmenti recipe.”  That wasn’t to say, however, it didn’t taste good.

“That’s because it’s a Barbara Howard special,” answers the red head.  “Honestly, that woman is a whizz at baking.”

“You told Barb about this?” you ask, this somehow catching you by surprise. 

“Sweetie, Barb has had to put up with me having a breakdown over the menu, my timings, my prep, the whole nine yards the whole week,” laughs Melissa.

“I didn’t realise,” you breathe, feeling guilty at the fact you’d somehow missed her semi-permanent state of panic.  “Sorry!  I wanted this to be fun for you too.”

She smiles sweetly at you.  “It has been.  I just…wanted to make it special.”

You put your spoon down.  “Melissa, I meant it when I said this could be pizza and beers and it would be special to me, because it’s you.  This has been great, and I feel like I’ve been treated like a queen, but you know I don’t need all this, right? I was happy sitting in the middle of the woods holding your hand.”

For what feels like the hundredth time that night, Melissa finds herself blushing.  She had been happy sitting in the middle of the woods holding your hand too.  “If you wanna date me, you gotta live with me being a little extra sometimes.”

You grin back at her across the table.  “Oh, I’m good with that.  And yes, just to be clear, I do wanna date you.  Properly.”

 Helping clear the plates after dessert you both move to the sofa to finish your wine.  The wine glasses are quickly forgotten on the table, however, as her lips find yours.  As her hands clutch you to her, you’re in heaven.  Her lips find your neck and you realise you’re done for. 

She pulls back as a whimper leaves your throat, her pupils blown as she takes you in.  You’re flushed and panting.  “I barely touched you,” she breathes in awe.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” you reply.

She smirks.  “Know what I’d like to do to you.”

This has you both blushing.  She takes your hands, linking your fingers together.  “I want this.  You.  All of it, but I don’t want to rush things.”

“Baby steps?”

“Maybe not quite that slow and innocent,” she smirks, leaning in to kiss you once more.  “Stay?” she asks, the word whispered against your lips as she rests her forehead against your own.  “I want to share an actual bed with you.”

*

Upstairs, you take turns in the bathroom.  You find yourself smiling at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your teeth.  The borrowed oversized sleep shirt you wear is soft and worn.  You’ve stayed over at Melissa’s house before, but in the guest room in your own nightwear.  This is a whole new level of intimacy.

Turning the light off as you leave the bathroom, you find the red head already in bed.  Slipping beneath the covers, there’s a polite distance between the two of you as you regard each other in the dim streetlight filtering through the gap in the curtains.  Finally, Melissa breaks the silence with a sigh and a rolling of her eyes.  She shuffles across the mattress until she can curl into your side, much as she did that night in the woods. 

“Tell anyone I’m a koala and I’ll have to kill you,” she mumbles against your chest.

You can’t help but laugh at the half-hearted threat.  “Worth it.”

She leans up and glares at you in the dim light. 

In return, you push yourself up to press a kiss to her lips.  “Fine, my lips are sealed so long as you promise to keep putting yours on them.”

“Deal,” she smiles, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips before settling back against your chest. 

*

The next morning you’re woken by Melissa’s message tone.  She grumbles incoherently as she blindly reaches for the device on her bedside table.  Locating the offending item, she brings it close to her face where she can see it.  “Barb,” she informs you, turning the phone so you can read the screen.

Still sleepy and warm, even this small action makes you smile.  That she’s comfortable enough to let you read the message from her friend.  Barb is asking how the night went.  “I’d say it went pretty well.”  So you got to wake up with Melissa at an actual bed, but it appeared Barb was still to be your alarm.

Melissa’s lips curl up in a smile.  “Yeah, it did.”  She taps the screen of her phone, holding it above the two of you and taking a picture.  Bringing her phone back down, you both look at the screen, at how happy you both look, curled up together.  “You okay if I send this?”

“Long as you are,” you reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head where she rests against your shoulder.  Everything is covered and you’re both in PJ’s.  It’s almost tasteful. 

The reply that comes back is quick.  Melissa laughs at the almost expected prudish reply.  She types out a reply, telling Barb to look at the picture again and take her mind out of the gutter.  A few moments later, her phone chimes again.

This time, she smirks, turning the phone to allow you to see it more easily.  You read the typed words, saying you both look very happy and she hopes you enjoy dessert.  You frown at the tense.  Barb is usually very particular in what she says.  “Is she?”

“Implying what you think she is?” laughs the red head.  “I think she might be.”  She tosses her phone back on the bedside table, shifting until she can look up at you, her chin resting on your shoulder.  “Morning.”

“Morning,” you smile.

“You know,” she drawls.  “This.  Waking up with you in an actual bed.  This is kinda nice too.”

“Careful,” you warn, taking in her face in the early morning light, her curls spilling messily over her shoulders.  “A girl could get used to it.”

A soft smile tugs at her lips.  “Maybe she should?”

[ohfallingdisco]

Playing with an incorrect quotes generator and these were so in character

Will: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.  Mike: Okay, but what is updog?  El: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.  Dustin: No, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.  Lucas: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.  Max: No, that’s Uppsala, updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.  Will: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.  Dustin: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.  El: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.  Mike: What’s a henway??  Will: Oh, about five pounds.

Mike, banging on the door: Argyle! Open up! Argyle: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Will: No, he meant- Jonathan: Let him finish.

Mike: How did none of you hear what I just said?  Lucas: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.  Will: I got distracted about halfway through.  Dustin: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Max: Hey Mike can I get a sip of your water? Mike: It's not water. Max: Vodka, I like your style! Mike: It's vinegar. Max: Wh-Wha- Mike: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Will: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*  Mike: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents  Will: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you  El: Actually I did the math, Mike would have $225, not $0.15.  Mike: I’m right here....  Dustin: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)  Will: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?  Dustin: Sorry I only have a dollar  Will: :(  El: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Mike would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent  Dustin: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice  El: You can buy anything you want with $22,500  Lucas: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice  El: Apply juice to what  Max: Directly to the forehead  Mike: Great chat everyone

Max: Is stabbing someone immoral?  El: Not if they consent to it.  Lucas: Depends who you’re stabbing.  Dustin: YES?!?

Lucas: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?  Mike: Plane tickets?  Will: Concert tickets?  Dustin: Prostitution?  Lucas, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

Mike: What did you guys get in the yearbook? Will: 'Prettiest Smile' Lucas: 'Nicest Personality' Dustin: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Max: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Argyle: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Jonathan: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Argyle: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING WLL WITH ME Mike, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

El: HELP! I TOLD JONATHAN I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!  Will, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Murray: Dammit, Hopper! Hopper: What?! It wasn’t me! Murray: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Joyce! Joyce: Not me either. Murray: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Alexei: *whistles*

[poetlcs]

I’ve quite literally never seen a critique of fast fashion, particularly shein, get anywhere because it immediately gets bombarded with “not all people can afford” “don’t shame people who-” “it’s classist to say...” and it’s fucking FRUSTRATING. Anyone whose educated enough about how the fashion industry runs KNOWS that already. If they didn’t, they do - due to the fact its the only discourse that ever, EVER gets brought up when someone dares to critique a billion dollar company like shein (as if their target customer isn’t someone wealthy and not a poor person buying 1 shirt a year), they know now. Like every fast fashion critique immediately becomes a “poor western people” discussion immediately making it the dominant discourse in any fast fashion critique. 

I’m actually so sick of seeing fast fashion critique get derailed at every opportunity. Maybe some people have good intentions, but I really think half these people just want a way to deflect their guilt by masking it in moral/virtue signalling arguments. 

Like, fucking ironic you always see “but don’t forget people are poor :(” as if a critique on FF isn’t inherently about protecting the poor and exploited. NEWSFLASH! The consumer in the west is NOT the poor person in this discussion. “it’s so classist to say I shouldn’t buy from shein :(” as if it isn’t also classist to render the garment worker invisible in this discussion. Like they are literally SO invisible it doesn’t even occur to people to consider their relative wealth and privilege that they can go out and buy these items... a shein worker literally would need to work weeks to months to afford a shein item themselves. 

I’ve seen these convos happen over and over and over without making any progress and it’s honestly kind of disgusting. People really need to stop deflecting critique every time they mildly cop it and attempting to derail every conversation about how the fashion industry relies on brutal exploitation of workers. It’s like no one can take personal responsibility or even REFLECT on their choices without immediately starting to defend themselves under the guide of “”poor people””. I think is telling of how people really don’t want to admit that their actions directly impact the world and they feel too inconvenienced to reckon with that in any real way. I also find it alarming how many “feminists” refuse to engage with this even though garment worker abuse IS a feminist issue due to the vast majority of garment workers being women. 

Finally - “don’t shame people who buy from fast fashion”... but it IS shameful. it may not be your fault, you may not have another choice genuinely.. that doesn’t mean it isn’t shameful. Because really all people critiquing fast fashion are critiquing a system of exploitation and abuse, and it’s shameful it exists and that we as western consumers created it and get to benefit from it. But people refuse to take discussing this issue as anything other than personal and thats why we will never, ever get anywhere. 

So maybe next time someone says something like “hey shein is bad” you could hold your “BUT BUT BUT” comments for one moment and actually think, seriously, about engaging with the topic and listening to what people have to say. idk

[appetite4savage]

Hot Blooded (Joe Elliott)

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Request: meeting Joe backstage turns into a romance

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Y/N’s POV

When I decided to buy myself tickets to meet Def Leppard, I didn’t think about the part where I’d actually have to… speak to them.

My hands are clammy. My pulse is racing. I feel like I could make one wrong move and fall to pieces. The last thing I need to do is embarrass myself in front of them.

I turn around to go back to my seat, but I bump into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” I collect myself and look up. It’s Joe Elliott.

He flashes his million dollar smile at me. “No problem, love.”

This can’t be real life. This isn’t happening.

“Where are you headed?” He asks.

“I, uh. Um.” I try to come up with words but my brain isn’t working properly.

He looks down at the lanyard around my neck. “Oh, I see. You’re VIP. You can just follow me if you’d like.”

I nod and he walks beside me down the hallway. His hand is on my back. I’m sure he can feel my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.

“Here we are.” He leads me into a large room. The rest of the band is there, along with the other VIPs.

“Who do we have here?” Sav smiles at me from his spot on the couch. He has his arm around a tall blonde.

“I’m Y/N.” I say shyly, and everyone else introduces themselves.

I can feel someone looking at me. I look over to see Joe’s green eyes blazing into my skin.

-

After a while of chatting with everyone, Joe pulls me to the side.

“I’m sorry if this sounds a bit forward, but do you want to go to my dressing room? It’s getting a bit crowded in here.” He asks at a lower volume so everyone can’t hear.

“Sure.” I nod, and we sneak out to his dressing room.

His dressing room is small, but complete with a vanity, leather couch and tv.

“Have a seat.” He motions to the couch.

I nervously shift to the edge and sit down with him following behind me. I try leave a bit of space between us.

“You know, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He laughs. “I’m kidding. I do want to know more about you, though.” He shifts to face me.

“There’s not much to tell you, really. I’m an only child, moved here when I turned 18.”

He seems genuinely interested in what I’m saying. “So you’re a fan of the band, obviously. How’d you get into us?”

“When I first moved here, I caught your gig at one of the local clubs. I only knew a song or two but from that moment I was hooked.” I can feel a blush from embarrassment rising to my cheeks and I lower my head to let my hair fall to my face.

“Hey, no shame in that.” He lifts my head with his finger, brushing my hair out of my face. “Our club playing days were great times.” He pauses, leaning closer to my face.

Our lips were just about to connect when a loud voice came from the other side of the door.

“Elliott! Show time!”

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Damn it.”

I start to get up, but he grabs me by the arm. “So I’ll see you after the show, yeah?”

Nervously, I nod. “Sure.”

-

During the whole show I felt like it was just Joe and I in the room. He’d wink at me quickly, showing off his best moves.

The show ended just as quickly as our moment was interrupted before.

I walked out of the venue, waiting for Joe to come out. Minutes felt like years until finally a familiar head of blonde hair came outside. I let out a sigh of relief.

“I thought you forgot about me.”

He chuckles, “What kind of dog do you take me for?” He holds out his hand for me to grab, leading me down the street only illuminated by streetlights.

“A handsome one, unfortunately.”

We walk in an old diner as it is the only thing open at this hour and sit down at a booth in the corner.

After a couple hours, everyone leaves but us.

“It’s too quiet in here.” He announces, headed to a jukebox on the other side of the room. A few minutes later, music plays through the speakers.

“Well, I'm hot blooded

Check it and see

I got a fever of a hundred and three

Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?

I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded…”

He walks back over to the table, holding out his hand to me and smirking. “Dance with me.”

“Joe, I have two left fe—“ Before I finish, he pulls me out of the booth and spins me around.

“Now you move so fine

Let me lay it on the line

I wanna know

What you're doin' after the show?”

“Did you pick this on purpose?” I laugh at the irony of the lyrics considering how we met.

He doesn’t answer, just keeps moving and singing along to the music.

“Tell me, are you hot, mama?

You sure look that way to me….”

When the song ends, we collapse into each other’s arms, giggling.

The waitress walks over and smiles, “Okay, lovebirds. Diner closes in ten minutes.”

We nod and pay for our food before walking out the door. What a night.

[lucysinatizzy]

Wisteria ~ Chapter 20 "Deal"

The bell jingles when the front door swings open, drawing both of their attention away from the conversation. Monday’s are always slow as it is and they’ve barely had any customers stop by. Making sure his hair is still on point, Steve looks over at the entrance with a glimmer of hope that it’s a hottie since he lost rock, paper, scissors and it’s his turn to take the next customer. 

‘What luck. It’s him again...’ 

There’s no foxy mama walking into the store. Only Eddie ‘the freak’. Dustin’s new best buddy. The little twerp always has to mention how cool this weirdo is, like anyone would buy that. They went to the same high school together and he knows what Munson’s about. Not impressed. 

“Hey, what’s up?” This isn’t the first time this guy’s come into Family Video, but something’s different. While keeping his eyes directly on Steve, the metalhead strides right up with a bunch of VHSs tucked under his arm and drops them on the counter. Not handing them over nicely or making a small stack the way most people do. The movies are dumped into a heap next to the cash register. 

“Just bringin’ back the goods.” Eddie tilts his head and motions towards the pile of tapes across the surface, pulling his lips back into an unsettling half-smirk. It almost seems sarcastic from that tone and expression. A big attitude change from the last few trips he made to the store. 

“...Right.” He slowly nods before glancing over at Robin on the off chance that she’s willing to take one for the team. As soon as their eyes meet, her head whips in the other direction, pretending not to see the plea in his gaze. She goes back to stacking tapes and holds up a fist. A reminder that her rock beat his scissors. 

‘I’ll remember that next time.’

“Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Trying to ignore the look he’s getting, Steve sifts through the movies to put them together in something a little more organized. Nightmare on Elm Street, Return of the Living Dead, Friday the 13th Part II, This is Spinal Tap, Creature, Halloween, National Lampoon’s Vacation. Figures this guy would mostly pick slasher films. Sounds about right. And Dustin worships this guy? So does Mike. Of course it just has to be someone who’s a bad influence.

He goes over to the computer to look up the account. Every couple of seconds, his eyes shift over to the man standing on the other side of the counter. Munson’s just staring at him. Practically glaring. What the hell’s his issue? Even when his back is turned, he can feel those daggers digging into him. It’s getting on his nerves. 

“Is there a problem?”

“Nah, man. Does it look like I have a problem?” Eddie rolls his shoulders back, standing tall with that bitchy look still directed at him. Should he really answer that? Anyone could see he has major beef. Clearly this isn’t an isolated thing, either. That bruise on his cheek means someone got mad enough to deck him. “Is there a reason I should, pretty boy?” 

“No? That’s why I asked.” For real? Is Munson really trying to get big with him? It’ll take way more than that for Steve to be intimidated. Not after all the crap he’s seen and done. Wrong person. 

“Then why would I have a problem?” 

“Nevermind. Forget it.” Mondays might be slow and boring, but getting into it with some headbanging freakazoid isn’t his idea of how to liven it up. He puts the returns into the system and pays no mind to the dude tearing open a box of Mike and Ike’s with his teeth like some kind of animal. “That’ll be five bucks.”

“Five bucks?!” The piece of candy he threw in the air falls to the floor as he whirls back with an outraged expression. “What the hell for?” 

“Six of the movies are four days late. Looks like they were due on the fifth. Then there’s the box you’re chowing down on. That’s another fifty cents.” Hopefully this doesn’t turn into a temper tantrum. One chick racked up a forty-dollar bill the other day and instead of talking it out, she swiped everything off the counter and wrecked a display piece. Keith had to threaten to call the cops just to get her to leave the store. 

“Christ… Greedy son of a bitches…” Munson grumbles while checking the pockets of his leather jacket before pulling out a wallet from the back of his jeans. A wad of ones are slapped down and he grabs two more boxes of candy from the side. “There. Six bucks. We square?”

“Yep. You’re good to go.” He quickly counts the money and nods. Thank God this can finally be over. This guy’s a real piece of work. It’s a wonder why the kids like him so much. 

Without another word, the freak heads out with his candy. Only stopping at the door for a second to throw him one last dirty look. Leaving a bewildered Steve trying to make heads or tails of the odd interaction. 

“Did you see that? Tell me you saw that, right?” Now that they’re alone, he quickly turns to Robin and throws his hands up in confusion. “Didn’t it seem like he had a problem with me?”

“Oh, yeah. I saw all of it.” She laughs and leans up against one of the shelves. “Eddie totally hates you now. What happened, pretty boy? Did you steal his girl? Wait. He’s with Chrissy. You didn’t…?”

“No way. First off, none of the babes I talk to would ever mess around with a guy like that. Second, me and Chrissy Cunningham? Not a thing. Our parents were friends and we’ve hung out, but that’s it. Thirdly—or Third?—Munson has no reason to hate me. I haven’t done anything!” That’s right. How the hell did that happen? The town freak is trying to adopt the kids and gets a cute girl? Nothing makes sense anymore. 

AO3 & FF Link

[andnowwedance]

We have nothing but bread crumbs. If you eliminate everything that was gathered by fans stalking their friend/family/real estate listing we only have the people statement and blurry pics from a park.//

Nope, a few people who work behind the scenes have stated this is PR.

Omg I don’t want to dive back into this catastrophe but I just want to state actual facts. There are no “blurry” park pics. Chris and Alba did a cringe PR walk in the park and as soon as the pic was taken by the hired photographer they dropped hands…how do we know that because a random stranger caught them on video not even a minute later with Chris’ hand in his pocket and Alba seeing the camera and trying to grab his hand that was previously holding hers before he placed it in his pocket, so ….these two couldn’t hold hands for the duration of the song playing in the background at the park, but they are so “in love and serious” 🙄

Things would’ve been fine if the pap pics were the only thing released but they got caught by a random stranger on video, not a fan.

Her and her friends racist, fatphobic, nazi posts were discovered.

His own mother likes a comment stating “why are people defending a racist”…..referring to Alba.

they haven’t been spotted together since the second failed PR attempt at Disney World, but who knows that might change depending on if the contract is officially over or not.

One of her friends had a public like that called Chris a “dollar store Leo DiCaprio with half the talent” and when that was discovered her friend deleted the like and it’s been proven that the same friend named Justin has been trolling his fans since day one.

Yes, his fans have done the absolute most, but this definitely isn’t one sided. This is not solely on the fans, these clout chasing fools, trolled and got the attention they oh so wanted, but by all means if you honestly believe her and Chris are in a serious relationship and they are trying to keep things private now…..after her show got canceled and her and her friends evil posts were exposed that she desperately decided to leak her own nudes….for whatever reason….can’t blame fans on that, she did that herself, no she’s wasn’t “hacked”.

If her and Chris wanted to be private they could’ve done that, but they’d actually have to be in a relationship. They went “public” the day the third season of her show aired, and ironically his team has been working to clean up online the past week.

It’s a contract, but I’ll just be labeled as “crazy” and maybe I am but remember a crazy person is known to be right once in a while. 😉🤭

…I’ll humor you….. *takes off “crazy” hat*

but hey who knows what’s going on, but one thing we aren’t going to act like this is the typical “omg the fans are jealous and ruining his “relationship”. This mess has been exposed more times than I can count but people want substantial proof ….so I guess when a break up article happens everyone who believes they are legit will go “it’s the fans fault” for their break up yet it’ll be listed as “the long distance” was hard for the two to make the “relationship” work.

Have a great weekend and know things are never fully as they seem. 😉 These two botched their own PR contract. What you originally typed is what the general population knows, a few folks who are in the industry behind the scenes have also stated this is PR but again, time will reveal all. Feel free to believe whatever you want. Have a great weekend!

Who exactly are these behind the scene people? What have they stated exactly?

Look theres so much nonsense in here im not gonna waist the few hours i have before i go to bed breaking it all down. Especially considering that you fully acknowledge it makes you look crazy. There is a lot of stuff in here that can essentially be boiled down to “we bully her because she is making us” and that is not only a dumb thing to suggest, it is a dangerous mind set to have in your life. You are bullying them because you want to, maybe it makes you feel better about your self idk. But remember you can’t control other people actions, only your own. You can simply stop following alba and her friends and stop taking the bait if that truly what you believe they are doing

However i will address this part. Alba did not leak her owe nudes, i will simply never believe this because it is a ridiculous thing for a person in her position to do.

And ill leave you with this

[starseedfxofficial]

Ceasefires and Drones: Forex Opportunities You Can't Ignore Middle East Mayhem: Ceasefire or Cease-Just-for-Now? The Middle East is at it again—but hey, when isn't it, right? This time, Israel and Lebanon are tiptoeing around a ceasefire that’s shakier than a novice trader's first Forex entry. The agreement, described by an Israeli official as "not an end to the war, just a pause" could be compared to the market consolidating before a potential breakout. In Forex trading terms, consider this a retracement—one that could lead to either trend continuation or a full reversal. But here's where the real magic happens—traders who can pick up on the subtle signals of volatility will know when to enter or exit based on these high-tension political blips. While the rockets are flying, so are the uncertainties in the market. As the drama continues, the U.S. Dollar against a basket of currencies could go either way, depending on risk sentiment. For those with an insider's edge, it’s about being poised for market shifts—much like that feeling when you're standing in the right spot and a perfect opportunity comes whizzing by. Don't get whacked by those metaphorical rockets; instead, be ready to make a precision strike with your trades. Underground Trick Alert: One little-known way to handle volatility caused by geopolitical tension is to dive into safe-haven currencies like the Swiss Franc. Even when the world’s on fire (or at least when Lebanon’s being shelled), some things remain reliable—and the CHF is one of those. Border Bickering: Plotting Market Trends While Israel and Lebanon Plot Landmarks Did you hear that border talks are on the horizon 60 days post-ceasefire? You know, plotting borders is kind of like setting up your support and resistance lines. You’ve got to know where the no-go zones are. Israel's border disputes could mean market dips, but if traders can learn from these scenarios, they'll recognize when prices bounce back and where to set their orders for maximum gain. Just like borderlines, the markets need defining—those perfect pivot points, limits, and the fine art of knowing when not to cross a line. Watching how politics impacts macroeconomic decisions can teach you something invaluable: the importance of timing and the boundaries that guide smart trades. And here's where a contrarian perspective kicks in—while everyone is watching oil or energy futures, those savvy enough might look to currencies that track the Middle Eastern pulse but don't directly correlate, finding real opportunities to hedge positions. Russia-Ukraine and the Market's Tug of War: Who Holds the Reins? Meanwhile, over in Eastern Europe, Kyiv's under multi-wave drone attacks. It’s like the Forex market's constant bombardment of bullish and bearish candles—you never know which one's going to hit next! Russian air defenses reportedly knocked out 39 Ukrainian drones overnight, and with all these swirling forces, market nerves remain high. Traders who love risk (looking at you, high-leverage heroes) might thrive here. Russia’s big talk on "western irresponsibility" when it comes to nukes may come across as intimidating, but savvy traders can see through the rhetoric. How do you hedge against a saber-rattling superpower? The answer’s all in strategy. The Russian ruble might dance to Putin's words, but experienced traders know to watch more stable signals—like gold. Remember, volatility isn't your enemy, it's your ally—if you know how to read between the lines. Pro Trader Insight: The Russian Spy Chief said they're "against freezing the conflict," which means this geopolitical situation is set to stay active for a while. In Forex terms, it’s like being stuck in a range for weeks—but when that breakout happens, you’d better be ready! Emerging Trends: Humor Meets Forex Insights Want to know a secret? Most traders see a situation like the Middle East ceasefire or Kyiv drone attacks and head for the hills (or cash out their positions). The pros? They understand these events create opportunities. When the crowd heads left, it’s the right time to go right. Remember the contrarian rule: most traders lose because they trade out of emotion, not strategy. That's why keeping a pulse on current events isn’t just for CNN junkies—it’s for you, the Forex whisperer, ready to see what’s lurking behind the headlines. The key here is less about being glued to the news and more about knowing how to transform that data into tradeable insights. Sure, there's turmoil, but it’s precisely this unpredictability that savvy traders thrive on—turning geopolitical clashes into precise and calculated currency trades. If you're equipped with the right mindset, you don't need to be afraid of the big news—you simply need to turn it into your advantage. Forex Isn’t for the Faint of Heart—But Who Said It Can’t Be Fun? The Forex market’s an unpredictable beast, much like those geopolitical conflicts we’ve just unraveled. Remember, the key to surviving volatile times is the same key to surviving a bad online shopping spree—be ready to make returns. By staying informed (and hey, making it a little fun while you do it), you can dodge trading blunders and stay ahead of the herd. Whether you're tracking ceasefires or drone wars, always be one step ahead. And remember, trading's a game best played with a bit of knowledge, a bit of humor, and a lot of vigilance. You’re here not just to survive the volatility—you’re here to thrive. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

[juliadotsia]

Week 10: Gaming Communities, Social Gaming and Live Streaming

Hey gamers! Ever wondered why gaming feels like more than just a hobby? Let’s dive into the magic of gaming communities, social gaming, and live streaming! Gaming isn’t just about beating the final boss or collecting all the loot; it’s about connecting with people from all over the world who share your passion. Whether you’re teaming up for an epic raid or just hanging out in a virtual lobby, gaming communities are where real friendships are born. Think about the last time you logged into your favorite game. Did you immediately jump into a solo mission, or did you check if your friends were online? If you’re like me, you probably went for the latter. That’s because gaming is way more fun when you’re sharing the experience. Social gaming brings people together, making every victory sweeter and every defeat a bit easier to swallow. And then there's live streaming. Platforms like Twitch and YouTube Gaming have turned gaming into a spectator sport, where anyone can be a star. Twitch is a popular live streaming platform that attracts a large number of users who enjoy watching live streams or pre-recorded video gameplay. There are also other channels that users can watch, such as music, sports, esports, and food. YouTube Gaming is a video site for gamers that competes with Twitch. Instead of going to Twitch, gamers now go to YouTube. It has live chat and lets users watch live and on-demand video game material.

Whether you’re watching for the sick plays or the hilarious commentary, live streams offer a sense of community. It’s like hanging out with friends, even if you’re not the one holding the controller. Plus, the live chat feature lets you interact in real time, making you feel like part of the action. There are numerous game-specific chat rooms and various ways to connect with people online through consoles and other internet platforms. In addition to the thriving online communities found on platforms like Reddit, each gaming platform offers unique methods for users to connect and communicate. (Social gaming and live streaming apps guide | Internet Matters n.d). However, 41% of parents report that their children chat or communicate with other gamers on streaming services like Twitch and YouTube Gaming and 64% of parents believe that online gaming poses the same risks to their child as using social media (Social gaming and live streaming apps guide | Internet Matters n.d).

Besides, gaming can be a career. A very famous form of professional gaming is called "Esports." By 2023, it is expected to generate a staggering $1.5 billion. Due to this, there is a significant amount of opportunity for dedicated professional gamers. Professional gaming does not require any specific educational qualifications or credentials. Currently, the focus is primarily on developing skills (Is gaming a career? 2023). Many individuals choose to pursue gaming as a career by becoming streamers on popular platforms like Youtube and Twitch. Game streamers may not be professional gamers, but they attract a significant following of viewers who enjoy watching them play games. They generate income through their viewership and by collaborating with different companies and products. For instance, top eSports tournaments like The International for Dota 2 or the League of Legends World Championship offer multi-million dollar prize pools. Streamers like Ninja and Pokimane have turned their gaming prowess into lucrative careers, earning through multiple revenue streams. This shift is supported by a growing industry infrastructure, with teams, coaches, and sponsors, making gaming a serious profession.

In Malaysia, one of the standout gaming personalities is Khalish "d4v41" Rusyaidee. Known for his impressive skills and strategic gameplay, d4v41 has become a prominent figure in the Malaysian eSports scene, particularly in games like  Counter-Strike: Global Offensive (CS: GO). But now he is currently in a team called Papper Rex. He , which won US$120,000 (RM534,660) for securing second place at the Valorant Masters esports event in Copenhagen, Denmark (Yeoh 2022).

Game development is another exciting career avenue. Whether you're into coding, design, or storytelling, there’s a place for you in creating the next big game. The gaming industry’s growth means more jobs and opportunities for those passionate about making games. So next time someone tells you gaming is a waste of time, just smile and know you’re part of something much bigger. Keep playing, keep connecting, and keep being awesome! Ciao.

Reference

Is gaming a career?, 2023. Zippia - Find Jobs, Salaries, Companies, Resume Help, Career Paths, and More, viewed 26 May 2024, Available at: https://www.zippia.com/answers/is-gaming-a-career/

Social gaming and live streaming apps guide | Internet Matters, n.d. Internet Matters. vewed 26 May 2024. Available at: https://www.internetmatters.org/resources/apps-guide/social-gaming-and-live-streaming-apps/

Yeoh, A., 2022. ‘Kelantan represent!’: M’sian player part of esports team that won RM530K at Valorant Masters in Copenhagen, The Star. viewed 26 May 2024. Available at: https://www.thestar.com.my/tech/tech-news/2022/07/25/kelantan-represent-msian-player-part-of-esports-team-that-won-rm530k-at-valorant-masters-in-copenhagen

[sqinsights]

DVB: Deciphering the Chemistry Behind a $110 Million Market

Welcome, dear readers, to the not-so-secret world of divinylbenzene (DVB) — the unsung hero of cross-linked polymers, ion-exchange resins, and the booming market valued at a cool $110 million by 2031. But hey, no need for a secret handshake or a chemistry degree; we’ve got you covered with the lowdown on this chemical compound that’s making waves.

DVB Unveiled: More Than Just a Tongue-Twister

So, what’s the deal with DVB? It’s not the latest dance craze, nor is it a secret society code. Divinylbenzene, or DVB for short, is a chemical wizard that sprinkles its magic in the manufacturing of ion-exchange resins and chromatography resins. Hold your excitement; we’re talking about water treatment, pharmaceuticals, petrochemicals, and electronics — the real A-listers of industry.

The Billion-Dollar Play: DVB in the Limelight

Picture this: from a modest $76 million in 2022, the DVB market is strutting towards a glamorous $110 million by 2031, growing at a sassy 4.2% CAGR. What’s fueling this dazzling rise, you ask? Well, the demand for high-performance resins in water treatment is turning DVB into the Beyoncé of the chemical world. It’s eliminating heavy metals and impurities like a superhero — move over, Iron Man.

Behind the Curtain: Market Dynamics and Segmentation Extravaganza

Let’s take a peek behind the chemical curtain. The divinylbenzene market isn’t a monolith; it’s a star-studded show with headliners like DVB 80 and the fast-rising DVB 50. The real drama unfolds in the application segment — ion exchange resins taking center stage while chromatographic resins make a flashy entrance, demanding attention.

Asia-Pacific: The Diva of DVB Domination

Hold on to your chemical equations; Asia-Pacific is stealing the spotlight in the divinylbenzene saga. Countries like China, India, and South Korea are hosting the biggest chemical galas, driving the demand for DVB. The industrial growth in APAC is the real MVP, cementing its dominance in the DVB market — move over, Hollywood!

Market Dynamics: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly Side of DVB

But like any blockbuster, there’s a plot twist. The divinylbenzene journey isn’t all glamour; it’s got its share of challenges. Environmental regulations are throwing shade, demanding eco-friendly purification methods. Raw material prices are the villain, causing price fluctuations that could rival a rollercoaster.

Competitive Landscape: Where Chemical Titans Collide

In this chemical arena, titans like Dow Chemical Company, Mitsubishi Chemical Corporation, and Merck KGaA are battling it out. It’s not just about chemical formulas; it’s about innovation, partnerships, and global expansion. These chemical gladiators are investing big, not just in products but in sustainable solutions — saving the world, one resin at a time.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/divinylbenzene-market

Global Divinylbenzene Trends: The Eco-Friendly Evolution

Hold the front page! There’s a shift towards sustainable and bio-based alternatives in the chemical industry. DVB is no exception; the market is singing the eco-friendly anthem. Green bio-based options are the new black, and researchers are on a mission to make DVB production as sustainable as a reusable shopping bag.

The Final Act: Divinylbenzene in the Limelight

As the curtains fall on this chemical extravaganza, divinylbenzene stands tall, the unsung hero of polymers, resins, and water treatment solutions. It’s not just a chemical; it’s a billion-dollar play with twists, turns, and a dash of eco-friendly glamour. So, the next time someone mentions DVB, give them a nod of approval; it’s more than just a tongue-twister — it’s a chemical superstar.

In a world filled with decoding and navigating, DVB keeps it real, chemical, and fabulous. Cheers to the unsung hero!

About Us-

SkyQuest Technology Group is a Global Market Intelligence, Innovation Management & Commercialization organization that connects innovation to new markets, networks & collaborators for achieving Sustainable Development Goals.

Contact Us-

SkyQuest Technology Consulting Pvt. Ltd.

1 Apache Way,

Westford,

Massachusetts 01886

USA (+1) 617–230–0741

Email- info@skyquestt.com

Website: https://www.skyquestt.com

[market-spy]

DVB: Deciphering the Chemistry Behind a $110 Million Market

Welcome, dear readers, to the not-so-secret world of divinylbenzene (DVB) — the unsung hero of cross-linked polymers, ion-exchange resins, and the booming market valued at a cool $110 million by 2031. But hey, no need for a secret handshake or a chemistry degree; we’ve got you covered with the lowdown on this chemical compound that’s making waves.

DVB Unveiled: More Than Just a Tongue-Twister

So, what’s the deal with DVB? It’s not the latest dance craze, nor is it a secret society code. Divinylbenzene, or DVB for short, is a chemical wizard that sprinkles its magic in the manufacturing of ion-exchange resins and chromatography resins. Hold your excitement; we’re talking about water treatment, pharmaceuticals, petrochemicals, and electronics — the real A-listers of industry.

The Billion-Dollar Play: DVB in the Limelight

Picture this: from a modest $76 million in 2022, the DVB market is strutting towards a glamorous $110 million by 2031, growing at a sassy 4.2% CAGR. What’s fueling this dazzling rise, you ask? Well, the demand for high-performance resins in water treatment is turning DVB into the Beyoncé of the chemical world. It’s eliminating heavy metals and impurities like a superhero — move over, Iron Man.

Behind the Curtain: Market Dynamics and Segmentation Extravaganza

Let’s take a peek behind the chemical curtain. The divinylbenzene market isn’t a monolith; it’s a star-studded show with headliners like DVB 80 and the fast-rising DVB 50. The real drama unfolds in the application segment — ion exchange resins taking center stage while chromatographic resins make a flashy entrance, demanding attention.

Asia-Pacific: The Diva of DVB Domination

Hold on to your chemical equations; Asia-Pacific is stealing the spotlight in the divinylbenzene saga. Countries like China, India, and South Korea are hosting the biggest chemical galas, driving the demand for DVB. The industrial growth in APAC is the real MVP, cementing its dominance in the DVB market — move over, Hollywood!

Market Dynamics: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly Side of DVB

But like any blockbuster, there’s a plot twist. The divinylbenzene journey isn’t all glamour; it’s got its share of challenges. Environmental regulations are throwing shade, demanding eco-friendly purification methods. Raw material prices are the villain, causing price fluctuations that could rival a rollercoaster.

Competitive Landscape: Where Chemical Titans Collide

In this chemical arena, titans like Dow Chemical Company, Mitsubishi Chemical Corporation, and Merck KGaA are battling it out. It’s not just about chemical formulas; it’s about innovation, partnerships, and global expansion. These chemical gladiators are investing big, not just in products but in sustainable solutions — saving the world, one resin at a time.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/divinylbenzene-market

Global Divinylbenzene Trends: The Eco-Friendly Evolution

Hold the front page! There’s a shift towards sustainable and bio-based alternatives in the chemical industry. DVB is no exception; the market is singing the eco-friendly anthem. Green bio-based options are the new black, and researchers are on a mission to make DVB production as sustainable as a reusable shopping bag.

The Final Act: Divinylbenzene in the Limelight

As the curtains fall on this chemical extravaganza, divinylbenzene stands tall, the unsung hero of polymers, resins, and water treatment solutions. It’s not just a chemical; it’s a billion-dollar play with twists, turns, and a dash of eco-friendly glamour. So, the next time someone mentions DVB, give them a nod of approval; it’s more than just a tongue-twister — it’s a chemical superstar.

In a world filled with decoding and navigating, DVB keeps it real, chemical, and fabulous. Cheers to the unsung hero!

About Us-

SkyQuest Technology Group is a Global Market Intelligence, Innovation Management & Commercialization organization that connects innovation to new markets, networks & collaborators for achieving Sustainable Development Goals.

Contact Us-

SkyQuest Technology Consulting Pvt. Ltd.

1 Apache Way,

Westford,

Massachusetts 01886

USA (+1) 617–230–0741

Email- info@skyquestt.com

Website: https://www.skyquestt.com

[milkshaketg]

skewbald belgian named Inksplash. palomino cream or smth.

Florence and Tuscany go the realm. feline hall. human was a bitch who “I turned out fine so they should, too.” maybe I make her too sick to be able to tell anything. black cat companion with purple eyes who can see your death.

someone who comes face to face with their killer who through time loop shenanagins it isn’t in the past it’s the current except they’re alive even though they did kill them and the killer is just like nonchalant or at least appears unbothered

like others are in a time loop and she comes back and is like what

another character just disappears and it isn’t mentioned at all until dead girl returns and is like where are they and everyone else is like who

maybe they come back somehow except not alive

au self inset w Joot in JoJo where I’m a lesbian and therefore an outcast and he and I find solidarity in that and whatnot. I yell at him for how he treats his mom.

Dollarpaw as in sand dollar

SSO Vid Ideas:

dive into SSOblr

Autumn “TroyTheBoy” after their fursona Troy

Featherbelle🥦

Nicodemus(Nico)

Griffin

Wolfgang

fear look in her eyes as the sword is about to come down on her, but is saved by someone else last minute. she doesn’t question it. she just runs. she has no idea what happened to that person.

Angela on a throne looking kinda shocked and surprised and anxious and Akuma is at her feet, all seductive n draped over her n shit and just staring at the viewer sure of herself. not smug, though. just confident.

pink haired self insert for FE3H to draw a Ashe, Catherine, fuckin uhh other pretty lady, maybe Sylvain? Felix? anyone tbh. Claude, too. ladies as well ofc.

-traumatized lady, cannot be on the battlefield or she shuts down. mayb a new crest, a special one. bc she’s special :>

-self regenerating from a big battle who lost everyone and everyone was starving then offered herself up to eat and they found out she couldn’t die by mutilation alone, eventually was captured and used as a human shield and then ofc this fucks her up real bad so they erase a ton of memories so now she’s just ditzy lady being studied except gently at the monastery. ig she can’t really work out bc regeneration.

Flayn x Dedue

someone with a pet named Cream Cheese

self insert where I’m broken and Dirk fixes me I’m a cyborg except he’s got complete control now and I become a husk just used by him to accomplish his misguided deeds. robot turns to flesh eventually even the tail n shit.

oh wait fuck he’s gay.

we don’t gotta fuck it can be platonic extremely fantastically toxic codependency

I am a pet.

this again, except I am a lesbian who forms an unhealthy codependent relationship with Sylvain. he’s chasing my friend who I have a massive crush on, so I approach him. he ofc thinks I’m going for him/his crest but is visibly taken aback when I admit I’m in love with my friend and I need him to back off. we chat a bit and become acquainted or whatevs. he does. then after the five years comes back and she’s dead, I’m heartbroken obviously. emphasis on bad disassociation too. and boom, codependence. then he’s basically backed into a corner and forced to marry so he chooses me bc he knows I’m not tryna use him for his crest. I’m literally 90% into girls thank u.

fire emblem + blorbos + desired self inserts

Canary method(if you’re gonna act like a clown I’m gonna treat you like one)

did I fuck up my circadian rhythm in middle school? because this is not a case of bad habits.

no food :(

issues at work bc girl I don’t have peripheral hearing. god I feel so fucking disabled.

Ottalie

Muse

Rush retains the same mass no matter her form, in addition to being albino.

(hey, are you alright?)(pans to me full strawberry outfit + strawberry makeup + accessories)(yeah, why?)

goth in beanie: are you okay?

strawberry: yeah, why?(HEAVY pink blush w white freckles + lashes and whatnot)(holding my stuffies)

goth in beanie: alright,,,

caption: inside you there are two wolves

me, blank expression: listening to a cat get graphically and brutally murdered and remembering how violent my favorite books as a kid were

Skyclan’s Destiny or whatever is literally just skyclan getting slowly slaughtered one by one

dark eyes of ebon

Rose looked up at Silva. She honestly looked kind of pathetic, one of her lashes hanging haphazardly and her lipstick was smudged. She had seen better days, certainly.

She looked from Silva’s hand, to her face, then back to her hand, not even seeming to register her face wasn’t all that visible. Without much hesitation she took her hand. She had no reason to even consider refusing the help. This was a safe town, no one knew who or where she was so no one would be coming for her. If she had articulated these thoughts they would have sent a pang of pain through her, but as luck would have it her brain stayed full of fluff for now.

“Thank you, appreciate it.” She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, flashing a smile at the girl. “Now… do you happen to know where we are? Of course you do, you must if you’re out here. Could you show me to” she looked down at her unsightly appearance. She didn’t even want to know what her face looked like. “I guess going out isn’t an option, now is it? You know the direction to Fen’s stable? If you could be a gem and take me there.”

Mon: 10-3

Tue: off

Wed: 10-2

Thurs: 5-9

Fri: off

Sat: 3-7

Sun: 10-3

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🔥 Putin's Bold Move at BRICS Summit Will Leave You Speechless!

BRICS: When World Politics Meet Reality TV 📺 So there we were, folks, in the heart of Johannesburg, where gleaming glass towers and serious global issues decided to dance the cha-cha. It was the BRICS Summit, and let me tell you, it was quite the show. 🕺 Now, picture this: Vladimir Putin, the man of the hour—or more like, the man on the giant video screen. Apparently, he's too hot to trot to South Africa, thanks to a little something called a warrant for war crimes. 🕵️‍♂️ That's right, folks, the International Criminal Court had its eyes on him like a hawk on a particularly shady mouse. South Africa politely told him, "Uh-uh, you stay right there." Oh, but don't think Putin missed out on all the fun. Nope, he decided to grace the summit via video, blaming the West for Russia's sudden breakup with Ukrainian grain. Apparently, that grain was the glue holding the global food supplies together. Who knew? 🤷‍♂️ But hey, who cares if he's not there in person? We had China's Xi Jinping playing hooky too! I mean, come on, who could resist a diplomatic dance-off? Maybe he was busy working on his secret dance moves behind closed doors—my sources say he's a mean Macarena dancer. Speaking of dancing, Russia's foreign minister, Sergey Lavrov, tried to join in with some South African traditional dancers. Let's just say it was like watching a giraffe try salsa dancing—awkward yet strangely endearing. Now, let's talk about this BRICS gang. Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa—the cool kids on the diplomatic block. They came together to counterbalance Western powers like the Group of 7. They even created their very own development bank, and no, it's not the "We Only Lend to Developing Countries Bank." But wait, there's more! They wanted to diminish the almighty dollar's role in international trade. Imagine a world where the dollar isn't the boss—let's just hope it doesn't start bossing us around instead. And then there's India's Prime Minister, Narendra Modi, who's apparently afraid of letting more countries join the BRICS party. I mean, who needs more guests at this shindig, right? India and China are already doing a stellar job at playing "Who Can Eye Each Other More Intensely?" But the real star of the show? South Africa's President, Cyril Ramaphosa, who's playing double-duty. Not only is he trying to pull off this international extravaganza, but he's also casting himself as the one and only international statesman. Move over, James Bond, we've got Cyril saving the day. Oh, and let's not forget about Putin's Ukrainian grain escapades. Apparently, he decided to yank the deal that had Ukraine's grains all over the place—figuratively speaking, of course. The result? A little global food shortage action, with Putin pointing fingers like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And Putin's solution? Free food for all! He's practically the Robin Hood of international diplomacy, swooping in to save the day with his "perfect" harvest. 🌾🍞 But seriously, folks, who needs reality TV when you've got the BRICS Summit? Drama, dance-offs, and diplomatic delicacies—it's the ultimate mashup of world politics and entertainment. So, grab your popcorn and get ready for the next episode of "BRICS: Diplomatic Divas and Dancing Desperados." 🍿🌍🎉# BRICS: When World Politics Meet Reality TV 📺 So there we were, folks, in the heart of Johannesburg, where gleaming glass towers and serious global issues decided to dance the cha-cha. It was the BRICS Summit, and let me tell you, it was quite the show. 🕺 Now, picture this: Vladimir Putin, the man of the hour—or more like, the man on the giant video screen. Apparently, he's too hot to trot to South Africa, thanks to a little something called a warrant for war crimes. 🕵️‍♂️ That's right, folks, the International Criminal Court had its eyes on him like a hawk on a particularly shady mouse. South Africa politely told him, "Uh-uh, you stay right there." Oh, but don't think Putin missed out on all the fun. Nope, he decided to grace the summit via video, blaming the West for Russia's sudden breakup with Ukrainian grain. Apparently, that grain was the glue holding the global food supplies together. Who knew? 🤷‍♂️ But hey, who cares if he's not there in person? We had China's Xi Jinping playing hooky too! I mean, come on, who could resist a diplomatic dance-off? Maybe he was busy working on his secret dance moves behind closed doors—my sources say he's a mean Macarena dancer. Speaking of dancing, Russia's foreign minister, Sergey Lavrov, tried to join in with some South African traditional dancers. Let's just say it was like watching a giraffe try salsa dancing—awkward yet strangely endearing. Now, let's talk about this BRICS gang. Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa—the cool kids on the diplomatic block. They came together to counterbalance Western powers like the Group of 7. They even created their very own development bank, and no, it's not the "We Only Lend to Developing Countries Bank." But wait, there's more! They wanted to diminish the almighty dollar's role in international trade. Imagine a world where the dollar isn't the boss—let's just hope it doesn't start bossing us around instead. And then there's India's Prime Minister, Narendra Modi, who's apparently afraid of letting more countries join the BRICS party. I mean, who needs more guests at this shindig, right? India and China are already doing a stellar job at playing "Who Can Eye Each Other More Intensely?" But the real star of the show? South Africa's President, Cyril Ramaphosa, who's playing double-duty. Not only is he trying to pull off this international extravaganza, but he's also casting himself as the one and only international statesman. Move over, James Bond, we've got Cyril saving the day. Oh, and let's not forget about Putin's Ukrainian grain escapades. Apparently, he decided to yank the deal that had Ukraine's grains all over the place—figuratively speaking, of course. The result? A little global food shortage action, with Putin pointing fingers like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And Putin's solution? Free food for all! He's practically the Robin Hood of international diplomacy, swooping in to save the day with his "perfect" harvest. 🌾🍞 But seriously, folks, who needs reality TV when you've got the BRICS Summit? Drama, dance-offs, and diplomatic delicacies—it's the ultimate mashup of world politics and entertainment. So, grab your popcorn and get ready for the next episode of "BRICS: Diplomatic Divas and Dancing Desperados." 🍿🌍🎉 Read the full article