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LOWKEY | G. SUGURU (m)

It’s not easy to find a flaw within Suguru.

It's unarguable that he remains to be good at everything he does, and he’s never once done anything without putting in effort. His grades, his sports, his love life– whenever he actually wanted someone for them and not for what they could offer him. In the bedroom or otherwise.

GENRE: pwp; friends to lovers

PAIRING: suguru x afab!reader

WARNINGS: a bit of pining, friends to lovers, a game of seven minutes in heaven, cunnilingus, blowjobs, lots of kissing, inner turmoil, perfect suguru, non-evil suguru, oral sex, idek remember what else but nothing triggering!

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

A/N: It’s been so long since i’ve written literally anything so I hope you enjoy this! it’s constant suguru brain rot over here.

NOW PLAYING: sorrows by bryson tiller, lowkey by rochelle jordan, teenage fever by drake, and all night long by thuy.

It’s not easy to find a flaw within Suguru.

He always remained calm in stressful situations, often laughing things off whenever they got too serious. He’s always been able to view things with a clear head. You don’t think you’d ever seen a vengeful bone in his body, and whether that made him perfect you don’t know, but you know you admired him for his composure. That even when things were going terribly he still kept his head up as if nothing happened.

Since you’ve known him, Suguru has always been able to command the attention of a room and everyone in it. As soon as he walked in any door, heads would turn and eyes would glue themselves to him– assessing for themselves who Getou Suguru was, and trying desperately to see through him. From experience, it’s almost like the lights shine brighter, the music gets louder, and the people get happier every time Suguru is in proximity.

Since you’ve known him, you’ve always found Suguru to be perfect. His perfect laugh, his perfect eyes, his perfect lips, perfect tongue, perfect hands — since you’ve met him you’ve harbored a big fat crush on him and everything he is. It was easy to fall for him, almost as easy as tying your shoes or brushing your teeth. It was fun, finding new hidden things about him, growing closer to him, making him smile.

It was clear you were too far gone when even the line of girls coming to and from his room wasn’t enough to deter you. When you’d have an earful about his dick game at every friend hangout, when you’d watch another girl get starry-eyed at him, staring from across the room and twirling their hair in the same manner you would have if you were the most obvious person alive, and you still wanted him.

The room is packed, warm bodies thronged together, wrapping around each other and merging with one another. Your eyes scan the room, never settling on one face too long, and you cringe each time someone’s sweaty shirt sticks to your skin or wet arm grazes against yours. You’ve gotten used to these parties, to how loud they always are, how full and cramped, yet you never seem to get any more comfortable.

No one pays you much attention, finding dancing and drinking a lot more interesting than you moping around in a corner. You blend into the darkened room, you’re not in the spotlight, no one really cares what you do, and it’s comforting in a place that’s everything but. You cradle a drink in your hands, sighing at the barely there breeze floating in through the window, and finally drop your gaze down on Suguru's figure across the room. His arms stretch white fabric, pulling the material taught over tanned skin. His grins are lazy but full of mirth, and his laughs seem to carry across the room even over the loud music. It’s impossible to tear your eyes away.

You watch with a trained gaze as one of the girls from your design class wrap a hand around his shoulder and drag their fingernails along the material of his shirt, laughing breathily at everything he says. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. God, you really do like him, but you can’t imagine being that pathetic for a sliver of his attention. Not that you really need to, anyway, because Suguru is your best friend. When he turns his head, his eyes immediately find yours and you’d bother to look away if he wasn’t already grinning, a gleeful and mischievous thing that lets you know whatever idea he has is gonna make you miserable.

You shake your head before he can say anything, and he abandons his game to walk over to your designated spot in the corner, a smile stuck on his face as he does.

“No!” You call over the thumping music, your head shaking furiously in tandem to the rhythm of the song playing in the background. In your peripheral, hips swing back and forth to the heavy bass, everyone is all smiles, breathy laughs, and hooded eyes.

“Come play with us,” Suguru yells, bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat and mouth open in a sexy but disgusting way. His breath glosses over your skin — he’s that close — and his eyes stare down at you with something that vaguely resembles pity. Of course he’d be the only one to register that you’re standing in a corner, alone, at a party.

“I don’t like games.” You sigh, deciding to look everywhere else but at Suguru, the one person you’ve been dying to spot since you got there earlier that night. This is the best chance to stare, but it’s hard to make eye contact with him. To look at him while he stares back.

“It’ll be fun. Please? Do it for me. Satoru is over there too.”

Shit. This again?

“So what if ‘Satoru’ is over there?” You groan, rolling your eyes and finally looking back at Suguru– even if it’s only to settle him with a heavy glare.

Suguru has somehow gotten the impression that you like Satoru. Campus pretty boy, good at everything, has everyone wrapped around his finger, and 100% not your type. You don’t know what made him come to the conclusion that you’ve got a soft spot for him or why he’s so persistent in that narrative after you’ve expressed so many times that you don’t, but it’s starting to get annoying. Stop being so blind, Suguru.

“Alright, alright,” He sighs, “Just come over.”

You’re silent for another moment before whining in defeat, leaning off the wall and towards Suguru instead. It’s hard to say no to him, and though his prideful laugh makes you want to say never mind and go back to your spot against the wall, your legs keep moving forwards, swerving between couples and squeezing between groups of sweaty and intoxicated friends. The air is warm, heavy, and the drink in your hand glides down your throat like water — smooth and refreshing. It fills you with a foreign confidence and determination that allows you to make your way to the group with a smile on your face that doesn’t resemble a grimace.

“So,” Suguru starts, clapping his hands together. “We’re either gonna play seven minutes in heaven, truth or dare, or never have I ever.”

A chorus of groans sound together, and Suguru rolls his eyes, makes that shy grin he always does when he’s embarrassed. It’s so fucking cute you can’t take it. “Shut up.” He grumbles and you can’t help the lovesick smile that forms without your permission. “What else are we gonna play?”

The group circles around the table, looking at each other with eyebrows raised, but after a moment of silence (or as silent as it can possibly be at a party) it’s decided that those are the only games available at the moment. Suguru nods his head towards the stairs, something small and cute and satisfied, and the mini group makes their way upwards — looking like the beginning of an orgy. You chuckle to yourself at the imagery even though you’d never actually want to join if they ever did… that. You’re not sure they haven’t done that, the entire group — consisting of Suguru’s friends, Satoru, Toji, and Choso, and with their just as promiscuous female counterparts Jieun, Sara, and Seoyoon. Along with the guys, the girls ran through partners like cash, never stopping long enough to know more about them than their first name and their dick game.

As you file into a line in order for the lot of you to fit up the stairway, Suguru shuffles behind you— one arm wrapping around your shoulders and waist pressed against your backside. His warmth seeps through your clothes, and it almost feels like you’re both bare, skin to skin. Your breath hitches just barely, and you quicken your pace, flitting up the stairs as if there was fire licking your heels. Suguru’s arm is dislodged from your shoulder with your movement, and it almost feels like you’ve been robbed of a large teddy bear coat or your own personal heater. Your arms wrap around yourself as if to replicate the feeling, and you shuffle in the room behind Choso, Suguru closing the door behind you both.

The light is dimmer in this room, a bedroom– one of many– and the girls waste no time plopping on the bed, Sara grabbing your arm to pull you closer, patting the spot next to her and motioning for you to sit. The mattress caves in when you do, soft memory foam encasing you and making you feel as if you’re melting, drowning in fabric. The guys stand at the opposite end of the room, drinks in hand, and it really does start to feel like the beginning of a porno. You smooth your hands over your jeans, desperate to save face and not let your lips curl into the awkward grimace they so graciously deserve, when Choso takes one last swig of his beer and places it on the floor between you– the girls on one side and the boys on the other.

“I’ll take the first spin,” Choso smiles, squatting down and pinching the bottle between his fingers.

‘Wait,” Satoru interjects, floppy bang covering his eyes and full lips glistening somehow in the dim room, his button-up shirt hanging open just slightly, the first two buttons left open either for sex appeal or for the remnants of a breeze, but you can’t deny the way your eyes linger all the same. Beads of sweat run down a toned, tan chest, and the way his lips form the words– you look away just before the glob of drool gets a chance to escape your parted lips. Coincidentally, they jet in Suguru’s direction, meeting a pair of eyes that are already piercing into your own. Suguru’s jaw is tight, and even when your eyes meet his, they don’t move, staring into you as if you’ve done something wrong. You swallow, looking down at the carpet and the shoes toeing into the fabric of it. “What game are we playing?” Satoru continues, setting his cup down on the nightstand and kneeling next to Choso.

“Seven minutes?” Toji suggests, kicking off his shoes and leaning his head back against the wall. “I got an idea of who I’d like to get stuck with.”

Bold. Sara shifts next to you, a small grin showing on her face for a split second. Ew.

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees, “So do I.”

Ouch.

Whatever. You bring your knees up onto the bed, getting comfortable as the guys abandon their drinks. “Ready?” Choso asks, gazing upwards from his place on the floor as he twists the bottle.

“Ready,” the group responds in unison, followed by giggles. The bottle spins, grazing against the carpet as it slows. One end on Satoru, the other end on Seoyoon. God, it wasn’t close at all– Seoyoon is on the total opposite end of the bed, but your heart still races, beating loudly in your chest with the anticipation of it all. There’s an even number, someone will end up with someone, the question is who are you gonna end up with and what the hell are you both gonna do? The bottle spins again. Toji and Sara. Lucky. The other couple still isn’t back yet, and there’s only four of you left. This last spin determines the rest of the pairings.

It seems like the glass moves slowest this time, as if the entire thing is in slow motion. Your eyes don’t leave the bottle for even a second, and when it stops in front of you you’re scared to see who’s on the opposite end.

“Suguru!” Jieun screeches, standing up and then grabbing Choso’s arm.

Wait what. Your head snaps up, wide eyes meeting your own. Wait WHAT!? Your hands and legs shake as you stand up from the bed. Jerky and unsure movements make you look clumsy, but it’s only you and Suguru left. You can barely get a word out, mouth open and gaping like a fish, still stuck on Jieun’s confusing words. Suguru finally looks away from you, and makes his way to the door.

Oh ok. So he’s gonna leave. You can both just lie and say you did something, or come clean and say you did nothing, but you didn’t expect him to leave just like that. You guess he didn’t get the person he had in mind. Except— he doesn’t leave, and the click of the lock makes your back straighten and your eyebrows raise.

“What…” You finally whisper, your mind finally at its end. “Why would you lock the door?”

“Because… if you’ll let me, I’d spend more than 7 minutes on you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and turning your head away so that he can’t see the small smile playing on your lips. It was so corny, but you loved it. It’s the typical romance between college students, confessing that yes, they’d like to have sex with you, and honestly, it brought a delightful pang to your chest.

“Doing what?” You laugh, backing up so that the back of your knees hit the soft mattress. You don’t want to look into this more than you should. More than you’re allowed. Suguru takes a step closer, apprehensive in everything but his movements, except he becomes more and more comfortable when he realizes you aren’t moving away. You too are apprehensive, scared, but most of all you’re curious. Curious to see what he does, to see what this means.

“I’ve been waiting for a chance like this for too long.” He chuckles but the laugh doesn’t reach his eyes. And, in a matter of seconds, he’s devouring you until you’re left breathless, your lips swollen and wet. His mouth moves along the sensitive parts of your neck, down the line of your throat, while his other hand separates from your own to run down your waist and touch you where he knows you shiver with need.

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

He slips his leg between your parted ones, allowing you to settle down right on top of his muscular thigh. As the kiss grows deeper, your hips begin to move, gyrating and pressing down against him. As your bodies move with one another, your pleasure continues to rise, forming from your center and spreading over your body.

You gasp, but it’s swallowed up by Suguru’s mouth all over again. You let your hands slide up the back of his loose t-shirt. Your skin is warm, and Suguru hums into your mouth when he moves closer, your chests pressing together with each movement.

You think Suguru ends up ripping the buttons of your shorts open, too desperate to waste time unbuttoning them, and you’ll probably be annoyed later—but now, you sigh, finding his urgency unfairly attractive. Suddenly, Suguru’s lips are pulled away from yours and you whine loudly, chasing after him. You succeed, biting at Suguru’s bottom lip to get him to open up again, but it doesn’t last long.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

You blink once in response before a fire ignites in your groin. The whimper that leaves your mouth fills the silent room and you almost drop down on the ground, finding that sentence way too attractive. Is this what you want? Of course it is. So you nod vigorously, after knowing what his lips feel like on yours you don’t ever want to endure another moment of them apart.

“Words, lovely,” He grins, amused by your enthusiasm.

“Yes, Yes.”

Suguru grins, you’re pushed back gently, and Suguru pecks at your lips repeatedly until you feel your back hit the soft, blanketed mattress. Then, like every girl’s wet dream, the beautiful man is grabbing your hands to hold by your head.

Suguru then proceeds to kiss the shit out of you, your lips crashing together, ravishing you until your lungs clench and a moan falls from your lips. You desperately try to avoid bucking your hips upwards into him, but fail again and again. Eventually, Suguru drags his mouth away, trailing it down your neck. You’re gasping against him, and you curl into his touch, whimpering when sharp teeth nip at you. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, lapping over it. You can feel yourself starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before you’re yanking your hands free from Suguru’s hold and dragging his face back up. You can feel Suguru smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but he resumes kissing you.

He holds his gaze on yours when you fall apart, relaxing your body while the pulsing of your orgasm courses through you. He leans down into your arms right after, pressing tightly against your chest, so tight that you could feel his heartbeat pacing fast against yours. The kisses he gives you are soft and gentle, your thighs still trembling when he pulls away, pulling his gray t-shirt over his head.

The unmistakable shape of his erection that you feel brushing against your stomach lets you know just how turned on he is, and you equally so. His lips return to yours only after he has stripped himself, and your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, trailing down his naked skin, where you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

No way this is happening.

You lean forward, switching positions and taking him into your hand from under his clothes. He’s heavy, full of cum, and you slide your body down so that your mouth is right against his cock. You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Suguru throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

Still with your eyes on his face, you lean closer, kissing his sensitive tip before fitting your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth again. You hear him gasp before it turns into a deep groan, sucking and licking as you take him deeper.

Suguru sighs, his hand gripping your hair and forcing you down onto him. He fucks your mouth like all you are is a toy for him to use. Every time he inches you down onto him you can feel his skin against your nose and hear the spit fucking back in your throat. Your eyes lose focus as Suguru continues to rut into you, abusing your throat like it was nothing. Your body buzzes from the sensation and you feel hot all over, allowing him to use you the way he wants. His low growl vibrates down to your core and you resist the urge to reach down and stroke your fingers to search for your own pleasure, choosing to focus on pleasing him instead.

His lips fall open with a few deep grunts escaping his soft lips, his hips moving faster as he pumps himself into your mouth. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs and you whimper around him, the vibrations from your throat making his body spasm as he nears his orgasm. You pull off of him, your lips swollen and red, slicked with spit and pre cum.

“On my face,” you rasp, your throat scratchy and hoarse. “On my face Suguru, please. I’ve been good.”

Woah, where did that come from (???)

Suguru’s movement becomes harsh as he pumps himself, his speed growing rapidly, and you see him twitching, his girth widening, before he pumps his cum onto your face with a long, drawn-out, groan.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighs, watching you take his cum into your mouth. His thumb brushes back and forth over your cheek, relishing to the way your body leans into his touch. “You have no idea how many times I wished I could take you like this, do every sinful thing I could think of until you’re screaming out my name. How much I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this.”

All you can feel is his touch, his fingers tweaking at your nipples and his lips that keep moving down and kissing the skin of your breasts that spill over your bra. He pulls his hand, the one that has been kneading at your breasts, and trails it down. He strokes his tongue over your skin while his free hand moves lower, and lower, slipping under your shorts to find your clit.

He traces down your panties, soaked with your arousal, running over the lace and moaning at the feeling of it clinging onto you. His thumb follows the wet trail on the flimsy fabric to find your opening, hardly shielding you from his touch. He twists his hand while he continues to press his thumb in circles over your covered entrance, his fingers find your clit, and then he pinches, hard, sending you over the edge a second time and into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

You squirm at the feeling of your release, his fingers slowly peel the scrap of black lace down your thighs, making a show out of it while he makes you wait. He continues to tease you, staring you down as he makes a show of peeling the fabric down your legs. You slip your feet from them as he pulls them off, and you watch him lift the lace to his face. Inhaling deeply, breathing you in. His lashes flutter, and the view of him taking you in so shamelessly makes you shudder.

He drops the fabric in the next moment, looming over you with hooded eyes, and leans down to leave a lingering kiss on your lips. He continues to kiss you as he spreads your legs apart, holding them down with heavy hands. With your pussy so wet, his fingers slide easily through your folds, and he can feel just how wet you are, but the way you clench and throb around him makes him moan deeply. His lips find your hips, then he moves down, running his mouth down your legs, taking time to trail along your thighs, your calves, your ankles, and keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

You let out a gasp at the first stroke of his tongue over your clit. Your legs lift a little, but Suguru presses them back down, keeping you in place— keeping you right where he wants you.

“Don’t move, baby, be good for me, ok?”

You can’t reply, just running a shaky hand through his hair as you cry out at the feeling of his tongue resuming its ministrations on your throbbing core. You can’t do much but moan and sigh, an incoherent mess from Suguru’s mouth. It’s funny to you, how he has you shaking from under him, building you up and then breaking you down with immense pleasure— a feeling that you can barely think around.

You hear his soft chuckle as he gives you a few more kisses with his tongue, tasting you, before he looks up again and whispers, “I’ll make sure you fall apart around me.” And he’s determined to make good of his words. His grip tightens on your thighs, as the swipes of his tongue grow more intense. He sucks at your clit, pressing his tongue against you to send you into your third orgasm.

Your hips move desperately against his face, hopeless in your need for more. Chasing pleasure with each roll of your hips and his head buried in your heat. You spasm, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you cum, soaking his tongue with your release and closing him in with your thighs. He doesn’t stop, sucking your clit in his mouth and using his tongue to lap up every bit of your orgasm. You cry out in protest, your body squirming away from his touch as instinct but the grip on your thighs doesn’t let up.

“Suguru please, oh god.”

His chest shakes with a chuckle, rising up and slotting himself between your thighs. You want him, more than anything, no matter what. He kisses the corner of your lips, smiling against your mouth. As he continues to litter kisses against your skin, he presses his cock against your clit, rubbing his hard length up and down your pussy, coating himself with your arousal. The next time he pulls himself back from you, he only does it briefly— and when he pushes himself back it’s with a thrust into you hard and fast, nearly bringing you to another orgasm despite you coming down from your third.

Your thoughts leave you as he continues to move in and out of you, filling you up and satisfying you the way he always does, except now it's in a different way. Your walls contract as he slams into you deeper, lifting your legs and situating them against his shoulders. He buries himself so deep inside it’s almost like he’s melded himself into you. He’s so big, you can barely breathe, allowing him to bring pleasure to you both as he moves.

He moans, his voice raspy with need, as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

Your mouth falls open, overwhelmed with satisfaction. You can only focus on the feeling of his cock dragging against you, his tip hitting so hard it feels like he’s moving around your organs. He pounds into you, not allowing anything but lewd moans to leave your lips for even a moment. His harsh groans and your airy sighs fill the room, slaps of his skin against yours lewd and wet. “Oh god, I’m gonna—”

Your words become nothing but a moan when his thrusts don’t falter and instead pick up. You don’t know how he’s managing to keep going, how he’s managed to move even quicker.

"Come on, baby," he whispers, clenching his jaw, letting you know that he’s on the brink of orgasm. Suguru bends down, taking your lip into his mouth, tugging and sucking and making you sigh in bliss. Then his fingers come down to find your clit, sending you erupting into an earth-shattering orgasm.

The next thing you know Suguru is groaning above you, his body going lax against you and his cum shooting into you forcefully, making you clench harder around him. Suguru whimpers as he continues to cum, again and again, releasing into you and painting your walls.

No way he just did that.

Suguru sighs, his hair brushing against your naked skin, and he presses a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips rest there as you both come down from your high, basking in the glow of your orgasms and relishing in the presence of each other.

He pulls out of you, dragging his tip against your wet folds, before littering kisses against your face. Small pecks that tickle with the gentle force of them, and you giggle, running a hand through his soft locks.

Your chest heaves with the force of your breaths but otherwise your body feels light, airy, and any negative thought you’d entertained before is completely gone in lieu of the sex you and Suguru have just had, the mutual understanding you’ve created with the meshing of your bodies.

“I thought you’d be upset with me,” Suguru murmurs.

“Never.”

You trace your fingers against his skin, tracking his breathing and basking in his warmth. Your fingers slide through the grooves in his abs, tracing shapes over his collarbone, and tweaking his nipple just for Suguru’s barking of a laugh when he shoves you away saying that it tickles. You lean your forehead down so that it’s resting just near Suguru’s armpit, hairless like usual, and inhale— breathing in his scent, his proximity, him. He's perfect, and he’s yours, no matter what.

You’ve always wished for the closeness and transparency of a trusting relationship— have always wondered if you’d be able to get that, if you’d be able to keep it— and Suguru is proof that you have. It feels good to know that there are no secrets, no doubts or worries, and that there can only be acceptance between the both of you. A secureness that would be hard to find anywhere else. It fills you with butterflies, but it makes you incredibly happy to know that those feelings will remain, and you can only hope it'll stay that way forever and always.

When Suguru runs his hand down your back, reaching below the covers to squeeze your ass, you huff, poking him in the chest as a warning. Yet you know, and Suguru knows, that it makes you happy that you have this. A home, a person who loves you just as much as you love him, and a trusting relationship.

Suguru likes this familiarity. Laying down with you, bare emotionally and physically, and unworried about being judged or ridiculed. It feels good, it satisfies him more than he ever thought it could, and makes a comfortable, warm, feeling bloom in his chest. He inhales— taking in the scent of you and your proximity, and he smiles.

“Hey!” The sound is muffled, “Why’d you guys lock the door!?”

And that’s the end! I feel like it’s a bit rushed and I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoyed!

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pleasereadmeok · 4 months ago

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“I thought, I should give that go! Why don’t I give it a crack?”

A very young Matthew Goode - who had recently decided that he might as well try being an actor!

@asgoodeasgold 's post today reminded me about this. From Matthew's biography page on matthew-goode.net. [I wrote this a LOOOOOONG time ago so don't judge 😂]

He does remember ‘performing’ from an early age – “Probably being the youngest and fighting for attention is something to do with it.” “I’d always been someone who sang in the choir. I was head chorister of my choir at my prep school and we did school plays and bits and bobs.” [Backstage]

Jenny Goode (Matthew's mum) was also an amateur theatre director – “She did have a huge passion for the theatre, though, and ran The Campion Players, the local amateur dramatics group. She involved me from a young age. I always thought that actors were an incredibly fun bunch and smart with it.” [Red] Matthew has been on stage since a young age. He remembers playing a singing rodent in ‘The Wind and the Willows’ when he was about 6. Matthew’s mum says – “From an early age in junior school productions, I saw that he had considerable presence on stage and found learning both the script and the music very easy. At that age of course children show a wide area of abilities, he particularly loved all forms of sport and had a good ear for singing and playing a musical instrument.” [Devon live]

He says that his mum was an orphan and joked that – “She genuinely at one point thought she was Laurence Olivier’s love child. She had an incredible passion for it.” [Herald Scotland]

[Matthew with his mum Jenny at the Brideshead Revisited premiere / Richard Young]

Matthew enjoyed being around theatres, amateur actors and being out until late in a “Brilliant adult fantasy word.” [Clocktower Radio]. However he never considered acting as a career and as he got older he got shy about performing because he tended to be a blusher. He admits that his first kiss was on stage – “Michelle Halford was her name – she was a little minx.” “We had a kiss on stage. It wasn’t particularly enjoyable but it was my first.”[New York Times Screen Test interview] Unfortunately he gave up acting in his teens because he went red on stage, [Guardian] and he was more interested in sport, “so it sort of went on the back burner a bit” [Backstage]. Matthew didn’t take up acting again until he was in Sixth Form (about 17). Meanwhile Matthew excelled in sport. Matthew Rhys asked him “How big a part does sport play in your life?” Goode: “It used to play a phenomenal part in my life, because I used to play a lot of county sport, a lot of sport for my school. I love team sports”. [Interview Magazine]. He played hockey and cricket representing his County/school but golf became his main sporting passion. Matthew started playing crazy golf with his brother James, then progressed to ‘pitch and putt’ and on to the full size version when he was about 14. His parents loaned him some money to pay for club fees. “I was the dream child for the holidays. My parents would drop me off [at the golf club] first thing and pick me up when the light was going.” [Robb Report] He reached a high level of skill at an early age with a handicap of 4 but that has dropped to a 7 today. [Discussion with Greg Kinnear at Dunhill Links Tournament]. Matthew talks about his relationship with his late father very fondly – sadly he died early in Matthew’s career. He refers to how his father taught him about wine and Scottish whisky. Matthew’s father also taught him to fish and he talked about this in an interview with his friend Matthew Rhys. RHYS: When did you first start fishing? GOODE: I will never forget it. I used to go to Wales for canal holidays. When I first started fishing, I was on the Brecon Canal in Wales. We pulled up in our canal boat and Dad got out these two maroon, telescopic fishing rods, and put a reel on. RHYS: Was your father a fisherman? GOODE: Yes, he loved it. In fact we used the tackle he used as a boy. It’s no longer with us. He put a couple of maggots on, cast it out, and handed it over to me. I would’ve been eight or nine. Then, about five second later I saw the thing just drift away and I had got one, and it was a beautiful roach—a perfect little roach, silver, about three-quarters of a pound. RHYS: What is it about fishing? GOODE: It’s quite exciting—it’s like acting, some bits are quite exciting and then there’s moments where you’re not doing anything or nothing is happening. [Interview Magazine]

Education Matthew’s parents worked hard to pay for himself and James to have a private education. James boarded at his school while Matthew was a day boy at Exeter School, an independent school in the city of Exeter in Devon.

[DevonLive]

Matthew studied A levels including Geography, Drama/Theatre studies and English. He was considering a career in Archaeology. “For a time I wanted to do archeology, also because my father was a geologist.”[Style Magazine Italia] but his drama teacher, Stephanie Tratmore, had spotted his talent and encouraged him to take up acting again.

[Matthew’s drama teacher Stephanie Tratmore/Crupeck – Exeter School]

Stephanie was putting on a production of Sean O’Casey’s ‘The Plough and the Stars’ and persuaded Matthew to audition for the part of socialist ‘The Young Covey.’ He was reluctant because he hadn’t been on stage for a few years and he was still a blusher. Stephanie got her way and he enjoyed playing the part. “it wasn’t until I was 17 that I really caught the acting bug,” [Herald Scotland] During this time Matthew was in many Exeter city productions including ‘Richard III’ (as the ambitious Buckingham) and ‘Waiting For Godot’. [Devon Live] He recalls being in productions at the Northcott Theatre and Barnfield Theatre in Exeter.

[Northcott Theatre Exeter]

[Barnfield Theatre – Exeter]

Stephanie and Andrzej Chrupek taught Matthew drama at Exeter School. He got top marks in GCSE drama and A-Level theatre studies but worked hard at his craft. Mrs Chrupek said: “He had amazing concentration when he was on the stage and an intensity. He was also very intuitive and had incredible stage presence.” Mr Chrupek added: “He had a very charming smile, which is obviously his trademark. He hasn’t changed a lot. He was great, great fun to be around and he had charisma on the stage. Your eye was drawn to him when he acted.” [Devon Live] His mum proudly says – “Towards the end of senior school, I began to see someone who could sustain and create a character and make it his own and I increasingly began to think that a career as an actor was a real possibility.” [Devon Live]

However Matthew decided to go to University rather than go straight to Drama School. “By the time I got to 18, I had to get a degree to make my parents happy.” [Backstage]. Matthew was also considering a career in sport and briefly considered Archaeology [Style Italia] before he finally decided to study Drama at University because he didn’t think he was good at anything else. There was a lot of competition to do drama as a degree course and so he needed high grades. He remembers that most drama courses required an ‘A’ and 2 ‘B’s at A level. The University of Birmingham offered him a place if he got 3 B’s so he opted for their course. He actually got 2 ‘A’s and a ‘C’ at A level so he was accepted to study a BA in Drama and Theatre Arts – graduating in 1998. [Clocktower Radio Interview] Matthew remembered some good times studying at Birmingham in this Birmingham Mail interview:- ‘The 31 year-old star has fond memories of the city where he attended Birmingham University to study drama. And as well as treading the boards in the city’s theatres he managed to hit a few of the dartboards in its pubs, too. “It was bostin’,” he laughs. “I had a great time. I used to live on balti. There were a lot of curry houses that used to open late that I remember fondly. I wasn’t thinking about being an actor but I enjoyed doing drama and it had a very good course. I really came out of my shell and I met the people who are still closest to me there. We were like cock of the walk and thought we ran the town, or we thought we did as far as the drama course went. We were members of the summer darts league at The Brook Pub in Selly Oak, which got in the way of a lot of work.” [Birmingham Mail]

[The Brook Pub in Selly Oak – now demolished from Our Brum]

[Screenshot from ‘Silent Night’.]

Towards the end of his degree Matthew still wasn’t totally set on a career in acting but he says that his friend Gary got a place at Drama School and “I knew I was a better actor than him [laughs] so I thought I could do it too!” “I thought, I should give that go! Why don’t I give it a crack?” [Backstage] He says – “If you ask my teachers and my mother they would say ‘We always knew’ – but I didn’t!” [Clocktower radio interview] Matthew applied for a loan to attend drama school and got a place at London’s Webber Douglas Academy of Dramatic Art. I went up to London to audition and managed to get the postgrad course there.”

By the way - this is Gary - we have a lot to thank him for!

Goode fans owe this guy EVERYTHING!!!! He is Gary Crystal - Matthew Goode’s mate from way back. Matthew wasn’t heading for a career in acting until this guy applied for Drama school and got in.

“I knew I was a better actor than him [laughs] so I thought I could do it too!” “I thought, I should give that go! Why don’t I give it a crack?” [Backstage]

Gary is now a director/editor/writer. And Matthew Goode? Well whatever happened to him?

[📷- IMDb]

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #a discovery of witches #abigail #freud's last session

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I don’t know how much familiarity you have with competitive splatoon teams, but I think it’s funny how Hasa’s argument with Maya is reflective of issues that come up for irl teams.

If you do have experience with comp then this is probably nothing new to you, but it’s pretty typical for a team to have 5 members, and some even have 8 or more. This works out really well since everyone has real life obligations, so there will usually be someone to fill in when a member can’t show up. This does create a problem though when more than 4 people show up for practice, since someone will usually have to sit out.

With your moomers being, yknow, moomers, I imagine they can dedicate a lot more time to ink sports than most human people, so I bet having more than 4 people on a team is probably less common. The (arguably) best team in NA, who have a lot more time dedicated to the game than most players, are a 4 person team, so I think the logic tracks.

Idk what my point is but I just think it’s funny how the state of competitive ink sports is a bit different between real life and splatoon OC.

Haha, thank you for readingg.

I do pay attention to the competitive side of the game but don't interact with it (I don't think my casual play will ever be at that level anyway). I mostly take notes for reference for ex. When I come up with struggles for my OCs I usually check these people's experiences and see if they check out, like do they happen? (They do, but sometimes it's hard to believe yourself when you're just making shit up 90% of the time). Sometimes I have people in mind to check for base my Ocs play style on haha (Not gonna drop names, it'd be too embarrassing)

I think there are more similarities the more competitive a player gets tho. My OCs are still far from that world, I feel, but they're not susceptible to the troubles it takes haha

#of course Hasa and Maya is based on how I play lol #because I play those weapons the most #I think having access to how these two think in-game will be important to the writing later sdfjhksjlh

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hi my sweet lil buttercup laurie 💕 i have an odd question for you and i need to dig into ur brain and it is a lil nsfw but when it comes to jegulus, how would you see them if one of them worked as a phone sex operator? like who would be the person to make the call and who would be on the other end? like what are your headcanons on this and do you think they'd meet each other irl etc?

hi india my darling angel <333 sorry i didn't reply yesterday, i spent the morning getting tattooed with my sister AND THEN the afternoon and the evening at work.. but i'm finally here and ready to give u anything u want <3

i could see them both being the phone sex operator and viceversa, it all depends on the situation and how u decide to write/portray them!! however, i have a harder time picturing reg calling a sex line, unless it's like . for a bet . and i don't see him agreeing easily to a bet like that yk??

so to me, it'd be reg being a phone sex operator!! probably doing it either to earn some extra cash after he's been disinherited and doing odd jobs OR desperate for money and not wanting to rely on his brother/friends!! i think he was . very awkward at first and had no idea of how to do it, so he had to research/practise a lot and regrettably . ask barty for help, which would result on barty making fun of him until the end of times while also using it as an excuse for them to start hooking up again. but it's okay bc barty does give him really good advice in between it all

after he becomes more comfortable and gets the hang of it, i feel like reg would reply to calls while he's doing other shit around his flat or in his room yk?? he's sporting the most deadpan expression known to mankind while he fake moans in some stranger's ear and reorganises his books. he's unaffected and doesn't really care, this is just his job and he's only focused on doing it well enough to earn money

james would call at some point!! it can be either as a joke, bc of a bet, or even bc he's been broken up with recently and in a bit of a dry spell and just . trying something new bc he saw a leaflet for it or bc someone recommended it. i think he'd be nervous and be awkward during the first call but in a very charming way, and reg would find it endearing + he'd be quite into james' voice (which is the thing that would call his attention in the first place)

i doubt anything would actually happen during the first call!! they'd just talk and tease and banter, until reg realises their time's up and he hasn't given james the services he advertises for. he apologises profusely, offers another try, but james assures him it's completely fine and pays him anyway

next time james calls, it's with the attention to just . speak to reg again . bc he had a lot of fun and he's already a bit obsessed with his accent and how witty he turned out to be, but when reg realises who it is, he's on a Mission to do his fucking job and keep this man from getting him sidetracked

james is little confused about why reg's attitude changed all of a sudden, but after pushing slightly and getting no results, he supposes that he might as well get off to this yk?? it's the reason why he called in the first place, after all

reg starts doing what he always does, waiting for james to get all hot and bothered, except james realises quickly that what reg is saying is very . robotic and script-like and . generic . so it's not doing much for him. he mentions it, they start bickering, which turns into fighting, until reg snaps and retorts with something along the lines of . as if u could do it better etc etc

as u can imagine, james takes it personally

i won't get into a lot of detail, bc this ask is already ridiculously long, but they do end up having phone sex AND getting off. james kinda takes the reins and manages to coax reg out of his shell + finds out about what turns him on along the way. reg finally gets to let go and enjoy this whole phone sex thing and james gets what he was looking for (and more, bc he never expected it to be so into it or find it so hot)

the rest of their calls would go on a similar fashion, even if james is always the one calling and reg always begins their calls trying to . retain control and do his fucking job

and i like to think they'd meet irl at some point??? they move in similar circles, they have sirius in common etc etc. even in a situation in which reg and sirius are completely estranged, sirius could end up reaching during the story, or they find out they live in the same neighbourhood. or, well, as a bartylily stan, i could also see both friend groups coming together (sort of) bc barty and lily start seeing each other. i also think they'd recognise each other by voice alone and have a breakdown about it. i think reg would notice immediately bc of his kink with james' voice and i think james would take a bit longer and be so chill while reg is losing his mind (only on the inside tho). and then reg would say something, like an specific word or . turn of phrase and it'd click for james!! he'd be ecstatic and trying to get reg alone bc this is like . his dream scenario while reg runs away from him lmao

#and those are my thoughts on the subject!!#i didn't know i had so much to say about this i'm very surprised #and embarrassed for giving u such a long and rambly reply..#idk if this is what u were hoping for.. but i hope u still liked it beloved <333 #MWAH #asks #india tag <3

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baggebythesea · 10 months ago

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She-Ra cast as drinking buddies

Adora - She's great. Friendly and eager and up for anything. Hope you like to talk about horses, though. Try to keep her away from arm wrestling or that's what you're doing the rest of the evening.

Glimmer - She's an angry drunk. Or a happy drunk. Or a crying drunk. Or she challenges everyone in the bar on dart. Whatever she does, she'll do it with a hundred percent intensity. If someone picks a fight with you, you'll have to hold her back before she smashes a bottle and cuts a bitch.

Bow - He's everyones bestest buddie. He will pay for the drinks, listen to your rants, hold up your head over the toilet and help rain in Glimmer.

Catra - She's really guarded at first, but when the inhibitions drops either the claws or the tears come out. Step very carefully around her. Also, if she wants to have your jacket, it's her jacket now.

Scorpia - She's a delight. Friendly and considerate and a good listener. Although there is this feeling that she has some stuff of her own she's just dying to talk to someone about… if you open the floodgates, be prepared for a lot of tears and to listen for the next few hours.

Entrapta - Let's be honest - she won't listen to a word you say and she'll most likely have dismantled the beer pump and invented a new kind of drink before the evening is over, but you won't be bored.

Mermista - Surprisingly good company, once you get past the attitude. Keeps the drinks coming and have some good stories between all the 'Uuuuuughs'.

Sea Hawk - Life of the party. Shanties and drinks and arm wrestling. It's fun to have fun with frieeeeeends. Will probably have set something on fire and got you kicked out (unrelated incidents) before the evening is over, and never shuts up about Mermiiiiiiiista.

Swift Wind (did someone say Swift Wind?) - Pair him with Adora or Sea Hawk and no net amount of brain cells will have been added to the party. Up for anything and a good sport, though. Expect singing.

Perfuma - Friendly and considerate and works really hard to be a good listener, but if you just want a drink and some chit-chats rather than a group therapy session she's a bit too much. Try to appeal to her inner theatre kid to channel her energies into something more entertaining.

Netossa - PUT THE JÄGERMEISTER AWAY! EVERYTHING DOESN'T NEED TO BE A COMPETITION!

Spinnerella - The team mom makes sure everyone has a good time and stays hydrated.

Frosta - Thinks it's super unfair that she isn't allowed to drink. Still, if you get her to settle down in the juice bar she can be tons of fun.

Castaspella - Fruit drinks and party hats for everyone! Better step up your game, because everyone's friendly wine aunt won't let anyone be bored.

Shadow Weaver - The drinks are bad and the atmosphere is worse and you are beneath her notice. If you can get through her barrage of insults and appeal to her pride, she has the best stories though. Don't expect to come out of it unscarred.

Hordak - He will sit stiff, uncomfortable and completely silent for three drinks, and then he will speak in monotone voice with increasing amount of rage about the injustices he has suffered. Someone might die before the night is over, but it will sure be memorable

Horde Prime - Wonderful company - if your idea of a good time is hearing a narcisist yap on about himself and demand your constant attention. Otherwise, prepare to have a lousy time. Don't leave your drinks alone with him at any time.

Wrong Hordak - LOOK BROTHER, I'M PARTAKING! chugs beer LOOK, BROTHER! DO YOU SEE ME PARTAKE?

Imp - WHO LET THAT LITTLE SHIT INTO THE BAR? Good luck catching him when he zooms around the ceiling.

Emily - I'll be honest, I didn't know robots could drink. Neither did I know they can DISCO, but Emily proves me wrong on both counts.

Angella - Good luck getting her to settle down and relax. No, Angella, the fact that you heard a siren doesn't mean Glimmer has set something on fire (we hope, at least). Has no idea how the social codes are supposed to work, but likes to feel included.

Micah - At home in any company and a great listener. If you're lucky you'll get some stories out of him that will start with "Oh, it's nothing special. We all have that evil teacher that tricked you into helping her kill the entire senior faculty, right?" and spirals from there.

Juliet - The royal guard is never off duty. She might haul you off to cool down if you get too rowdy, but that's it.

Rogelio - Great listener, but not that good a conversationalist.

Kyle - Goddamit, Kyle!

Lonnie - Yes, Lonnie, you can drink more than me. Yes, Lonnie, you can arm wrestle me. No, Lonnie, I wasn't trying to start any shit with Kyle. Sorry, Lonnie, I'll stay out of your way.

Double Trouble - "Hey, you know what would be REALLY funny. If you distract the bartender, I'll… do a thing. No, don't worry about it. Just a thing. It will be funny."

Huntara - Two rules in the Crimson Waste, where one is not to disturb her as she drinks. If you're on her in-list, prepare to have a good time. If you're not, step carefully around her.

Tung Lashor - Sometimes all you want is someone to chug beer and shout the refrains to some stupid songs with. Just keep him away from cats.

Octavia - You know what, better keep her away from cats as well.

#spop

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berrypass-de-murdler · 1 month ago

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2 - 69 Deduct This!

I have a new ship

I asked who would be a potential partner for chonkers and raven said seashell so uhhhhh blame her <3

I deadass forgot Seashell's hair in the icon

WHOOPS

DON'T READ THE EPISODES BEFORE READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino goes back to Deduction College. But-

Needless to say, it does not lead him to Logico, instead pushing him way back. But it’s not a total loss. He finds a body.

IRRATINO: [long, withering sigh] PRINCIPAL: Hello Inspector Irratino. Are you here for a lesson in logic? IRRATINO: No…

Marble, Raspberry, and Ink are also wandering around. It seems the college will let anyone in, regardless of enrollment.

MARBLE: Inspector, look! I’ve been promoted from mathematician… to statistician! IRRATINO: …Uh-huh. That’s cool… PRINCIPAL: Anyway, a logic class is beginning. Sit down. IRRATINO: But I’m not here for- PRINCIPAL: Sit. Down.

Irratino doesn’t pay attention to the class, because he has more important things to do (and the class doesn’t align with his interests). Marble seems to be licking her lips as she jots down notes - that’s normal right? Even though she’s drooling?

MARBLE: Oh… there goes my paper…

Raspberry isn’t paying attention at all. He’s on his laptop. Irratino, being the narc he is, spies on what he’s looking at. Sports-betting. It could be worse?

IRRATINO: Um… Mr. Applegreen, he’s gambl- PRINCIPAL: I THOUGHT you said you weren’t here for the class. IRRATINO: [sputter]

Ink has a graduation cord around her shoulders. If she’s already graduated, why is she here?

INK: [whispering] I’m taking the test anyway - I’m just trying to make the others look bad. PRINCIPAL: I heard that! My god. I need a break.

He storms outside, and a single leaf falls onto his head where his glorious blond hair tuft once was. For some reason, this makes him lose his shit! He yells and kicks the tree, dropping more leaves and wailing in pain.

Irratino examines the attendance records now that the principal’s gone. Every time someone enters and leaves the building it must be noted, and a telltale sign is Raspberry only showing up for a couple minutes yesterday, before showing up normally today. Irratino just looks at him with a dejected expression. He sure seems a lot… more casual than when he saw him last.

RASPBERRY: Well, dang, ya got me! OH! I fergot I was doin’ school! Now lemme eLAborate on a couple ‘o my theses, and I’ll be able to getcha on my side! First, I want you to think about- IRRATINO: Stop, stop. Please stop. I don’t want to get caught up in any more things. I’m so tired. I’m so confused. I don’t know where I am - I don’t even remember coming back here, much less why. I’ve barely gotten any sleep since Logico went missing, and it’s just getting worse. I’m going insane. INK: I promise you’ll find him. IRRATINO: How? You can’t promise that! INK: It’s fate.

Irratino takes a deep breath. It’s fate. But fate doesn’t happen standing around.

The end!

bbgoat has been looking for gico for so long he's losing his mind ;;

does this episode seem weirdly short compared to the others?

or am I going insane

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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mk-writes-stuff · 7 months ago

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OC Questionnaire

Rules: answer the questions as an OC or OCs, then come up with new questions for the next people

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling for the tags! I’m going to guest star Stellaris again because I love him

How do you make decisions? Long deliberation or impulse? Logic or emotion?

Belladonna: “I deliberate carefully and make the decision that seems the best. I try to consider all possibilities.”

Cassie: “I make whatever decision feels right.”

Nellie: “I try to think carefully, but sometimes I make impulsive decisions if the moment feels right.”

Stellaris: “I consider the options carefully. Rash decisions are a bad idea.”

What is the best thing that could happen within five minutes of waking up? Does it signal that the entire day will be good?

Belladonna: “Waking up not hungry is always good. It means I’ll have a productive day.”

Cassie: “When nobody fucking disturbs me. Waking up to Belladonna already being awake is the fucking worst.”

Nellie: “The mindsplit cravings have started getting a bit less terrible in the mornings. I think that’s a really good sign.”

Stellaris: “When Cassiopeia is gone! That always means a good day.”

Is there anything you find difficult that you feel should be easy?

Belladonna: “Being pretty feels like it should be easier than this.”

Cassie: “Everyone else seems to be way better at putting up with bullshit than I am.”

Nellie: “Blending in. I seem to keep drawing attention no matter what I do.”

Stellaris: “Talking to people. And being normal in general, I guess.”

How would you get away with murder?

Belladonna: “I don’t want to murder anyone. But if I was forced, I’d frame someone else for it or make it look like an accident.”

Cassie: “Beam cutter to the head, body out the airlock.”

Nellie: “If I had to, I’d poison their food. Nobody ever pays attention to who worked on their food.”

Stellaris: “I don’t think I could. I could probably bring myself to do it if I had to but I don’t think I physically could do it. I’m not very strong.”

What is the stupidest mistake you’ve ever made?

Belladonna: “The utter awe I reacted to meeting Cassiopeia with when her fiancé was right there. Thankfully, they both forgave me.”

Cassie: “Getting my arm irradiated, probably.”

Nellie: “I think I got a bit too comfortable on Seventh Station for a bit and forgot that some nobles are terrible, regardless of station.”

Stellaris: “I was asked to prepare a speech for my debut party and I prepared one on the history of the Old World. My parents were so angry.”

What’s on your typical grocery list?

Belladonna: “I’m not in charge of purchasing groceries, but, if I was, I’d choose a lot of vegetables.”

Cassie: “Back when I bought my own groceries, it was mostly nutrient cubes and a few frozen things when I could fit it in my budget.”

Nellie: “Whenever I ask the supply managers for things, it’s always new fruits and vegetables to try to get Lady Belladonna to eat more.”

Stellaris: “I’m not in charge of what gets bought or made.”

I hope y’all enjoyed!

@elsie-writes @nebula--nix @somethingclevermahogony want to play? Your questions are:

Do you like to play any sports or games?

What do you think is important for children to learn?

What is your most obscure skill?

#writeblr #tag game #seven station chronicles

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sinofwriting · 6 months ago

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This was sparked by "Raised to Love" and I've been thinking about claiming a wife more focused on the men and pop culture in that world. Did adolescent Max Verstappen, guaranteed to get approval as surely as he was to one day drive for F1, think about a future wife that would stand by him from the second they met no matter how he did (unlike his dad and many claiming to be on his side)? Do any drivers, upon reading the letter granting them a new privilege, start looking out everywhere for a girl, their girl? While the regulations of how and who can claim a wife from a legal perspective is public knowledge, the lives of chosen wives aren't too well known. Do any drivers read the Vogue articles listing the alleged luxury welcoming packages men get for their new wives (ranging from goose down weighted blankets to calming mushroom coffees) or the pinterest boards girls make of what they would want in their packages should they be chosen (you cannot convince me those wouldn't exist in that world), and take mental notes? Ignore this if it doesn't mesh with the world view/building you have! 2/2 -🦢

So, I'm not going to ignore this because this gives me the perfect excuse to discuss how I think the whole claiming a wife thing works.

In my head (and fics) it's not public knowledge, it's fairly hush hush. You know once you enter the sport (and sign like a hundred NDAs) about it and that you might one day get the privilege of claiming someone. And let's talk a little about the claiming process. As soon as a driver receives the privilege, paperwork is immediately drawn up and ready for the moment they claim someone. And part of the paperwork (the main part) is a marriage certificate. As soon as you are claimed, you are also married.

I also want to talk a bit about how driver's are given the chance to claim a wife, because it's not as simple as winning a race or a championship. There's many factors that go into it. Some drivers have won a championship or championships and never been allowed to claim a wife while a few drivers have never even won races and been given the chance.

A lot of it comes down to what does the driver contribute to the sport, their team, what is the perception of them, and would a wife help that perception or do nothing. The perception is a big part and if the perception of the driver wouldn't change, they aren't getting to claim a wife, simple as that. It's also factored in, if the drivers have talked about wanting a family (cough Charles cough), which gives some bonus points to perhaps getting to claim a wife due to the chance of their children also becoming a driver.

I think a lot of drivers do as soon as they are told they can claim someone start paying attention more to the fans and grandstands, always keeping an eye out for their future wife.

#sin answers #claiming a wife #🦢 anon

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streamdotpng · 2 years ago

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You're right, let's talk about Wenclair.

We already talked about a knowingly manipulative Enid, who would cause no harm, she just wants the people she loves safe. If she has to plan ahead, it's just that : planning ahead. And she's been doing that a lot since Wednesday came to Nevermore. So much that it nags to her longtime friends. But as it isn't out of character of her it's just that, nagging.

A remark here, a comment there "You're quite interested in the new goth resident aren't you ?" Well, it's normal, she's so emotionally stunted Enid just HAS to be with her, we wouldn't want a lawsuit for murder. And last time she was left alone, she nearly died twice. Enid just cannot have that again. You understand.

Sugary sweet smiles, with a hint of venom, dripping in sarcasm and thinly veiled threats. She knows how the teenage crowd works and she learned how to steer it the way she wants. Being in a ton of club has it's perks. She's patient and she listens. She waits. She likes to talks but thanks to Wednesday, she learned that sometimes, silence is the best way to get what you want.

Ineluctably, she comes back to Wednesday. Like a crow bringing back some shiny trinkets, or a wolf bringing back game after a hunt to it's partner.

"Did you know that Laena, the siren from Biology got with Bran ?"

"Humhum."

She knows that Wednesday deems you worthy of her attention if you either prove yourself useful to her, or you strike the rare tender chord within her tortured and shriveled soul. And Enid knows that she ticks off both of those boxes. She knows Wednesday is listening to her drivel, because Enid wouldn't dare come to her with useless information. Not with the ill hidden smirk she sports right now.

"Do you know what they discovered while frolicking ? The supposedly absent Ms Barthin going into one well hidden room. I didn't know we had more of those... What would a chemistry teacher do in here ?"

"That's interesting, you're right" By then, Wednesday still hasn't stopped reading her book. But she is answering her. Enid knows that she is making conscious efforts in her relationship with her to avoid another fiasco such as last semester.

"Yeah... That's weird, didn't you say last week that you didn't find any propane for your bomb project ? We should be packed with it. For heaters or whatever..."

Wednesday tenses. Hook line and sinker. She looks so beautiful when she catches the smell of blood. Be it metaphorically or not. The dark and fascinating beauty of a predator on the prowl. Enid would know about it. She used to be squeamish about that, but now, she understands that you have to sometimes take actions for things to go the way you them want to. She smiles. She knows how it will go, but the most important is that she will be part of it. It's the best way to protect Willa.

She learned rather early to pick her battles. What, with her family where nothing is good enough, you have to. But it's different with Willa. It tastes sweeter, the way her eyes narrows when they haggle over what they have to do and then soften when they reach a compromise. The glint of pride when she looks at Enid. And if she knows that Enid would have let her go outside at night without accepting coming to lunch with her for the next two days, she doesn't show it.

The others wouldn't understand the nuances and the layers of the character who is Wednesday Addams. And Enid prides herself in saying that she understands most of her language. And that's why she must stay with her. Someone already took the trust Willa so begrudgingly offered and look how it ended up. No, she must remain near. She will let Wednesday make her decisions, but that does not mean she will stay impassive to what's going on around her. Willa can get so obsessed, in her little bubble, not paying attention until the last moment. Enid will be here to help, to watch over her and every angle where an attack could come from.

(I'm sorry lmao, I lost it. Sorry if it's not well written or anything, brain just went brrrr and I just spouted all of that.)

NOO LOST DON'T WORRY

Brain going BRRR with random ass thoughts like these always help

Anyways, let's tip in a lil obsession(?) possessiveness? Just the want of Wednesday's attention I suppose

I do love the idea that while Enid is smart she isn't exactly the kind of plan ahead like batman kind of smart

Where she has a plan with specific tools and measurements. The kind of plan ahead with materials and specific probabilities

No, Enid is very very resourceful instead and quite socially aware

"you're interested in our resident goth, huh?" someone might call out and instead of fumbling like some newborn fawn, Enid shrugs

There's a knowing smile as she teases them, "why? You jealous?"

Deflect is a skill Enid has long since gotten used too. When you have a family that prods and pokes for an answer you cannot give, most either give the truth or nothing at all but enid can't do that; so she deflects.

It's cute at times, how Wednesday gets so hyperfocused on the little things, so busy in her own world

It feels like a drug to be able to get her to look up from that space, to have those eyes tears from pages and look at Enid.

Wednesday doesn't praise her but she doesn't need too. It's the tiny things: like how she's relying on the blond werewolf with closing up the dorm instead of doing so herself or the way her eyes pause from reading a page to fully listen

It's so tiny but it has Enid absolutely honored because she sees and she knows that she doesn't do it to anybody else

It's their little thing.

#Wenclair #Reference #The lost tiger

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spylarman · 6 months ago

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Tagged by @itsbowbi

Are you named after anyone?

Nah pretty generic white boy name. Though my middle name is passed down on my dad's side! It's not a common one.

When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh like last week actually lol got a lot on my mind and no one to bother talking about it with

Do you have kids?

Nope and I don't ever ever plan on it either. Rather get a vasectomy and probably will one day

What sports do you play?

None unless you call an adderall reign energy and cigarette at one time as a high adrenaline sport. In high school I did track and field tho! I was the best in my grade at shotput discus and javelin lol throwing MASTER

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes but honestly I don't really notice until after the fact. It just pours out of my mouth randomly and I'm like "whoops my real thoughts came out"

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Honestly I usually look at clothes a lot. I feel like what someone wears really ends up matching with their personality and interests so it's fun to pay attention to! Otherwise I really like voices if it's someone I'm going to talk to and not just like noticing from a distance

Eye color?

Darker brown eyes. With the eyebags it looks like all the light has left my soul ✌️

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies mostly. There's a time and a place for both but I do like a good psychological thriller like Perfect Blue and stuff

Any talents?

Mmmm not that I can really think of honestly. I'm relatively unremarkable lol

Where were you born?

New Hampshire. Gorgeous gorgeous state. Boring as fuck tho there's nothing to do there unless you like to ski and hike lol

Hobbies?

As I'm sure most people say video games for sure, mostly love Fromsoft games dark 1 best dark 2 worst fight me. Otherwise on the rare occasion I can I like to build computers! Not much of a hobby tho. I do origami too. Used to as a kid and decided to pick it up again since it's relaxing and cuts down some screen time lol also MTG, D&D, nerd to the core

Any pets?

My beautiful boy Jack. The love of my life and the only thing that's keeping me grounded nowadays

Height?

5'7" or 5'8" I honestly do not remember the last time I got my height checked was at like 16

Favorite school subject?

Honestly English class was fun. Mostly because I loved talking about the stories and why characters may have done things and stuff. I used to want to be a psychologist so getting into the mental details of things is fun

Dream job?

I do not dream of labor. But if I had to pick something it would be a musician. Music is my favorite form of expression and I wish I had the talent to be able to beautifully get out the thoughts in my head

I like oversharing about random things and I have zero idea who else I follow does. Maybeeeee @tailless-whale and @geeses like to overshare as well??? I think talking about myself to the void is fun lol

#some things i havent thought about in awhile so it was interesting to say the least #question game #i guess lol

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Hello! I would like to ask what you think happened to the lives of Ámbar and Simón at the end of the series. Specifically even after several years. I just saw a video on tiktok about this topic, where it was said that Simón would be a singer, and Ámbar would basically just be a "housewife". It wasn't said exactly like that, but it gets the point across. I always thought that Ámbar would also have followed her singing career like Simón, or she would have focused more on skating, or she would have become the CEO of some company, rather her own company. You understand, right? I don't know if I'm explaining it the way I want 😅 It just seems to me that people from the fandom completely underestimate her abilities and I'd like to see what direction she decided to go in your opinion.

I'd also like to ask if you think Ámbar went back to work at Jam & Roller in the series, because after they fired her and she got the document plates back, it wasn't said if they gave her back or not. Anyway, I love your stories and can't wait for the new version of Cruel Summer chapter 4 💕 I wish you a lot of strength and energy, and above all, don't overwork yourself and rest 💗

Okay, anyone who says Ámbar would just be a housewife deserves jail. Like, sorry not sorry, but we did not watch the same show if that's what you think my girl is doing years from now. Actually, I think Ámbar Smith would be insulted by the notion. Like, what the hell do you mean the man is out there taking over the world with music while she's staying home all day taking care of the kids or whatever-- What 1950s male fantasy trash book did you take that idea from?

Don't take me wrong, Ámbar would 100% want to be involved in the life of her children, if she had any, because she would not want to be a neglectful mother like Sharon was to her-- But there are other options, okay? Not just housewife. Especially because the girl is rich, and, if the Roller Band is doing good (or Simón went solo or whatever) he is also rich, so neither of them need to be home all day taking care of everything, they can pay someone else to do so.

"or she would have become the CEO of some company, rather her own company. You understand, right?" EXACLTY. Like, I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what exactly Ámbar would be doing in the future job-wise, mostly because I don't think she even knew by the end of the series, so how am I supposed to know? But, I do know 100% that she would want to do something of her life, and something big. I don't think music was her dream, so I would scratch that, not because she couldn't, because of course she could've been a star, I mean, she ticked all the boxes, but simply because I get the feeling she loved more the attention that she got from her performances than the craft itself as Simón does.

As for rollerskating, yes, she could've pursue it professionally, but I don't know... Correct me if I'm wrong, but I get the feeling like Argentina is not the most supportive country to sports unless we're talking about football. I mean, it's not like Ámbar would need the economical support, but still, like, I can only think of one argentinian guy who does rollerskating professionally and it's gotten kinda far, and even then, rollerskating on itself is just not that well-known of a sport. I mean, if Ámbar was really passionate about it then I guess she wouldn't care if it was a big sport or not, but I just don't know if she's passionate enough to make it her whole career. I just feel like she always had other stuff in her mind, like, her studying abroad in Paris. I could be wrong though.

Lately, I've been toying with this cute little idea that Ámbar could be Simón's manager. BUT NOT JUST HIS MANAGER, OKAY? Don't come at me saying she would revolve her whole life around a man, hear me out first. I came up with this idea because my favorite ASMR artist on YouTube, Gibi, is married and her husband is her manager, and the story behind it is that, this man studied industrial engineering and economics, and so he was out of college and managing some businesses, some companies, etc etc, while Gibi was doing her YouTube channel. At some point, she started gaining more followers and working with sponsors and stuff, and so it became a business, so she turned to her (in that time, boyfriend) and said, "Hey, you already do this for a living, you could totally manage me!"

So, Ámbar could study something of the sort, like, business administration like Matteo or something, and she could first dabble in some businesses, some corporations, and then, I think she could enter the world of show business, because, Jim and Yam would be fresh out of art school and doing stuff, Delfi studied cinema so she would be doing movies or TV, Jazmín is a content creator, Matteo is a singer, and, by that point, the Roller Band (or just Simón) would be kind of famous already, so Ámbar would literally be surrounded by it from the start. I think she would totally see a business opportunity there managing content creators and artists-- And, I think she would totally look at how their current managers are doing and think "I could do that so much better." ksdjnf. So, yeah, I think she would offer Simón to manage the business-side of his career so he can focus on the creative side of it, and I think it would be fun if she, like, bossed him around a bit hahah I think Simón would joke that it reminds him of when Ámbar was the Roller's manager, but the difference would be that, technically, Simón could fire Ámbar this time if he so wanted😂 But, again, she would not be dependent on him because she would have many different clients. Like, maybe she would even take new artists under her wing and try to help them achieve their dreams. I think she has an eye for talent and she would know how to sell stuff to audiences 😎

(If I end up writing this in one of my fics in the future, please act surprised skdjfn)

Anyway, as for your other question, I don't think Ámbar got her job back in the Roller, but I think that's a good thing in the long term, because, it was implied many times throughout the season that all this workload had been dropped on her lap overnight and that Vidia kinda didn't help her at all. Like, they just expected this 18/19-year-old girl to have it all figured out just because Gary appointed her as manager?? I remember in the beginning Ámbar would try to call them to ask for guidance and they would just be like "Deal with it on your own or we'll fire you and find someone who can."

So, yeah, I think the work environment was kinda toxic. And Ámbar was definitely not qualified for the job. She learned as she went though, which, seriously, IMPRESSIVE, like, give this girl a medal because she did so much while I know so many others would've crumbled under the pressure in a week. That's how I KNOW this girl can handle anything she puts her mind to, and if she wanted to be CEO of any company or her OWN company, she could completely fucking do it. But she needed to study for that, so, it really is good that they fired her because that way she would finally have the time to 1- figure out what she wanted to do with her life, and 2- pursue it.

Finally, thank you so much for your well wishes, anon, they really mean so much to me❤️❤️🥹 Especially the cruel summer bit because even I hate myself a little for that one skjfd. But it's coming along nicely! I swear!

Thank you for the energy, I really need it ksdjnf. In fact, I'm going to sleep right now so that I'll be ready for more writing tomorrow ♡ Goodnight, anon! Love you😘

#anon #answered #c speaks

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nanctjames · 1 year ago

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HOLIDAY EATING TIPS

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly, it's rare. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert, Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming " WOO HOO what a ride!" MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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alyjojo · 6 months ago

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Twin Flame 🔥 Journey - June 2024 - Gemini

Your Energy:

10 Cups - 8 Wands - Knight of Swords

I’m loving your energy 💯 Mostly. You could be married to this person, or from the beginning that was the intention, you’re not playing around with them one bit. It’s like they say, “when you know, you know,” you’re drawn to this person more deeply than anyone you’ve ever been drawn to in your life (because of course) and I don’t even see hesitation when it comes to getting together with them. It’s immediate. I do see a reformed player energy going on at the bottom of the deck, so you may have dabbled in a lot (to you) of casual connections in the past that never really stuck with you. This one hits different from the moment the two of you start talking. I’m getting a lot of talking, you two could stay up all night talking about your interests together, and dirty talk specifically is coming through. The connection is PASSIONATE 💋, likely mind-blowing, nothing has ever or will ever be like this one. Checks every box. But…

The downside on your side is some leftover immaturity probably, or jumbled priorities. Sports is here, friends are *the* most important thing, rather than your person - who this reading shows is absolutely the one, in your mind, there’s no doubt about that. There could be some conflicts between you though in regards to giving other people more weight in your life/decisions or attention than your person, you could be asking outside advice for things that are no one’s business, or your person could be much more private than you. If hobbies take up all of your time, your person could have an issue with all of this outside stuff, what about just…you two? You may value the physical over the emotional and deep intimacy may be lacking because of this.

Oracles:

ASCENDING 🎈

- Learning & Expansion

- Transcending

- Preparing for Union

- New Phase

69 Precision

The desire to do things precisely is useful as long as it does not revolve into rigidity.

63 Passion

It will take passion for you to push through your self-criticism to get to a place of confidence.

Messages:

- Sports Fanatic! 🏏

- My friends are more important than you.

Their Energy:

The Magician - Ace of Swords - 6 Swords

I really like their energy too. You’re probably the one in charge of the money, or you need to be 🤭 If they make it, they spend it as fast as it comes in, or worse - racking up debt with no money; and if they don’t well…they still spend it faster than it’s coming in. I don’t think this person knows what a savings is, or how to, they have big dreams and spontaneous wants/desires that *someone* has to pay for. They have a tendency to think big, and have a positive outlook on how things will work out for the best, that probably serves them well. I get them being very convincing with this Magician energy, and they’re more liable to get what they want than not, they’re the kind of person to move a mountain in order to make shit happen - and leave you wondering how they did it. Could be another Gemini/air sign, they’re not the best with money and it’s a driving factor of their focus & unhappiness (which is their own fault, for most).

They could want to move, maybe that’s something the two of you are discussing, 4 Wands at the bottom may be buying a home or moving in together. Getting engaged. That could be an issue if you’re not interested in marrying their debt, you know? They’re great! 10/10, you’re the one, but…pay your shit, that’s what’s coming through with Debt, Risk at the bottom, conflict between you or just internally even. Big ideas are great but like…it needs practical application. Some of them are trying to pay off debt or deal with some financial legal issues, they could even have creditors coming after them. Not all of them are at fault for this, but some definitely are.

That kind of makes the next part hard to justify, but they’re tired of the same old thing and are constantly seeking ways to make things new, different. They could be seeking to run away from their problems, which of course they wouldn’t see that way, but if they’re trying to convince you to move to another country that’s essentially why. Move away from their problems and start fresh. They want that with you too, if there has been conflict between you, they would rather apologize and leave the drama behind you, starting fresh. New place, new home, there’s heavy “home” energy here. Their intentions are good, though they’re not the most realistic, and you could see them as more of a risk than an equal partner you can rely on…quietly, of course. For now.

Oracle:

ABUNDANCE 💰

- Positive Mindset

- Manifest

- Gratitude & Bliss

- Blessings

5 Pitch

Be as clear, concise, and professional as you can be when you explain your ideas to potential associates.

26 Accomplishment

Remember past accomplishments as a way to overcome present self-doubt.

Messages:

- Debt 💸

- Pet Lover 🐹

Mutual Energy/What is Mirrored:

The Hermit - King of Pentacles - The Sun

I’ve never gotten this advice for someone before. This is calling you the runner, with The Runner at the bottom of the oracles, and saying that you need to run. With the charm, I don’t think you literally need to walk away, but they’re saying you’re doing really well on your own and you need to worry about you - period. They need to figure out their own issues. King of Pentacles is being shown as you, someone responsible, solid, hardworking, you’ve built a stable foundation for yourself and need nothing external to yourself and your own efforts with 9 Pentacles. You feel completely secure on your own and meet/exceed your own responsibilities and expectations. Aka this person IS the risk you fear they are. For some you may have to actually walk away.

Now with the Golden Mirror, it says Narcissist and I’m sure people see that like whaaat, but I’m not getting that at all for this person. There would be way more of an ominous energy, and there isn’t. Traits maybe. Immaturity yes. Lack of responsibility yes. With this card it’s more about the entitled, I want what I want *when* I want it - with no regard to logic or consequences. Optimistic and almost childlike in enthusiasm…and practicality. And one-sided, because you’re expected to fulfill these desires, they certainly can’t. If they are and you know it, then you do. I’m just saying if I saw that I’d call it out and I don’t. Because this is mutual you may both think this about the other, or rather that you’re both self-absorbed, and…yeah. You are. The clover 🍀 here shows that as a good thing and you kinda need to be. If they’re insistent upon how they want things, they need to figure out how to make that happen. You have to worry about your own thing, and more than anything in this mutual area, are your fears and feelings coming to light. Especially financially. Because you have no desire to tie yourself to this person, not on a contract of any kind, and it looks like you have good reason, though they may think you’re selfish. No. With The Sun, this all needs to come to light, how much pressure is on you and the fact that you can’t continue this way, there’s no equal in this connection and needs to be if this is going to be successful. The Hanged Man shows this being a shift in perspective for you both, because I do see a very strong tie and commitment to each other, but the Twin “separation” period is 100% due to finances and this person needing to get more on your page, pay their debts, handle their business, and then later on sure…move in together or what have you. Is it a definite no, of course not, but right now - absolutely not ❤️ For your own sake.

Oracle:

THE GOLDEN MIRROR 🪞

- Narcissist

- Love Bombing

- Self-Absorbed

- One-Sided

71 Free Associate

Allow the first thing that comes into your mind, without self-censorship, to bestow a vision on you.

34 Stuck

You may be stuck because you are overly attached to a method or piece.

Possible Signs:

Gemini, Aquarius, Pisces, Cancer, Leo & Virgo

Charms:

Tennis 🎾 on Sports Fanatic (you) could be the particular sport you love, I’m also getting cricket, pickleball, racquetball, and any of those sorts - whether watching, playing, etc. Sports could simply be talking about a hobby you’re obsessed with to the point of getting in the way of your relationship - per them.

Clover 🍀 on 9 Pentacles (mutual) is your best chance, where you have luck, your good fortune is what you’ve built on your own and you’re needing to separate yourself from this person, their ideas and debts, and really think hard about what is most beneficial for YOU, your career, your goals and desires, and especially your bank account. If there’s a conflict I’d assume you’re probably right and it’s probably about finances.

Heartbreak 💔 (rev) on Free Associate shows no actual heartbreak, no breakups, no major endings. More like change and transformation is needed, time apart, inner reflection is what you both need more than anything else. They need a major perspective shift, and while you can guide them and suggest things you can’t make them and it’s also not your problem. If they want to move in together and you don’t, this is why. If they want to buy a house or get married and you don’t, this is why. They need to hear that from you 💯 And then take control of their situations if they really want what they say they want, it’s on them. You handle you.

#Gemini #twin flame #june 2024 #twin flame reading #astrology #tarot reading #runner #chaser #trigger #karma #spirituality

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