#Jordan Casanova

[poppy-metal]

Upperclassmen!Jordan will always be superior. But... imagine underclassman! Jordan, I imagine this one to be more feral. Seeing you during their GodU campus tour and being like 'i want this one'. Being pissed that their favourite senior is wasting their time on other stupid things like relationships and not them. Like upperclassman Jordan was smug they were your first, Freshie!Jordan being so mad they weren't... Thoughts?

now hold on. being a sweet upperclassmen, just kind to everyone. kind of who jordan strives to be - you were there to take them on their campus tour - you made them feel comfortable with shifting. they look up to you so bad, probably to a toxic degree, it's never good to idolize anyone but they can't help it. you're so poised and pretty and you handle things with such grace... the only thing about you they can't stand is your taste in lovers. they're always shitheads - deadbeat fuckboys who treat you like shit.

its embarrassing to have to be comforted by your underclassmen, jordan, but something about how protective they get over you makes you feel good. you think maybe you shouldn't be taking advantage of their admiration for you, but whenever you need them they're there.

foaming at the mouth because the older jordan gets the more confident they become in their skin, the bolder they become - and the harder it gets to keep those boundaries up - the harder it gets to remember why you even have them up in the first place. not to mention how possessive you start to feel when they climb the ranks and everyone is falling over themselves to jump into their bed.

you knew jordan when they were a jittery freshman, anxious and jumpy. and now they're this smooth Casanova and you kinda dont know how to process it.

you start thinking about them when your boyfriend touches you - think about how you overheard girls in the lockeroom talking about how good jordan is at eating pussy - get so embarrassed when your boyfriend coos at you for getting wet - knowing its not for him.

and jordan thinking about you every time they fuck some girl in their dorm, slamming her into the bed, seeing how she moans on their cock - on their strap - imagines making you moan like that. about showing you why you should stop fucking looking at them like they're a kid - because they aren't. they wanna show it to you, show you how much fucking better they are than all those scumbags you allow to touch you. jordan knows they dont make you cum - they wouldn't know how. but they would. god, they fucking would. three fingers deep with their tongue on your clit.

the thought of seeing their upperclassmen - their idol - cry from pleasure makes them a little insane.

its only a matter of time really.

[hockeylovee12]

Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Three

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Warnings: Cussing, some toxic family dynamics, mentions of being used

A/N: I got really lazy writing this chapter so it may be a bit bumpy, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Chapter 4 will probably be out within the next week

November 12th, 2023

The sounds of blades slicing through a frozen surface fill the small practice rink in Newark, as the New Jersey Devils take the ice for their 9 AM practice. 

Head Coach Lindy Ruff, gathers his players on center ice, his stern expression a clear indication of his displeasure with the personnel occupying the sea of red and white jerseys in front of him.

"Listen up boys," Ruff barks, his voice echoing off the boards, "We let in seven goals on Thursday! That's unacceptable" 

Luke flinches at the reminder of Thursday's game, His mind recalling the feeling of disappointment he felt, followed by the memory of meeting Jordan. 

"We can't be giving up chances like that, especially not to the Rangers" Ruff continues, his tone growing more frustrated "Jacob Trouba and his boys had a field day out there" 

A surge of anger courses through Luke's veins at the mention of Jacob Trouba, prompting more unwelcome memories of Jordan to run through his mind. 

Lindy continues his speech-which Luke has lost all interest in- as he feels himself getting more and more aggravated with each passing second, as the image of Jordan storming out of the cafe, plays on a loop in his head.

Then the loud sound of Ruff's whistle pierces through the air, signaling the beginning of practice. "Alright, let's start with some one-on-one battle drills," Ruff announces. "Luke, Mercer, you're up first. Let's see who comes out on top."

Luke takes a breath and skates towards the blue line, lining up in front of Dawson. As the whistle blows, they engage in a battle for the puck, sticks clashing and skates cutting through the ice. Luke tries to channel his frustration into the drill, using his body positioning to shield the puck while Dawson tries to exploit any openings in his defense.

"Good work, boys!" Ruff shouts. "Keep battling! Don't be lazy!" 

The drill continues with each pairing taking a turn, and for a moment Luke's mind drifts back to Jordan. 

He's mad, no he's pissed, he's pissed with the way things happened. He's pissed, that Jordan's last name is Trouba, he's pissed that out of all the fucking people he could've met, the one person, the one fucking person he works up the courage to talk to, to form a genuine fucking connection with, is the one fucking person he can't have. 

A sigh escapes Luke's lips as he regains focus, and Ruff transitions the team into backchecking drills. "Forwards, I want to see you hustling back to help out your defensemen," he instructs. "Backcheck like your life depends on it!"

Luke throws himself into the drill, chasing down opposing forwards with a burning intensity. He disrupts passes and applies pressure, determined to shut down any offensive attempts.

But even as he pushes himself physically, he can't escape the nagging thoughts in his mind. He wants answers, he wants answers, to questions he doesn't even know how to ask.

He's mad, he's confused, and he's sad.

He’s sad that he met a girl he really likes and he can’t date her, he can’t hang out with her, he probably shouldn’t even talk her, and he’s sad that even if he could talk to her she probably wouldn’t wanna talk to him, because he's an idiot who fucked things up. 

"Hughes, good hustle! That's what I wanna see in a game" Ruff praises. "Keep it up!"

Another sigh escapes his lips, as he continues pushing himself. 

Halfway through practice, Ruff calls a five-minute water break. As the players gather around the bench, Dawson skates over to Luke with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Casanova! How'd it go with the girl you met the other night?"

Luke's jaw clenches. "Shut it, Dawson," he warns, his tone sharp.

John raises an eyebrow. "Ooh, touchy subject. Looks like our boy struck out."

"I said, shut it," Luke snaps, his patience wearing thin. The guys exchange glances, sensing the tension radiating from him.

Ruff blows his whistle, and moves the team to the net for some net-front presence drills. "Defensemen, your job is to clear the crease and make life difficult for the opposing forwards," he explains. "Forwards, battle for position and look for those dirty goals."

Luke positions himself in front of the net, engaging in physical battles with his teammates, and his mind wanders slightly, he wonders what they would say, if they knew, knew that the girl he met in the bar is Jacob Trouba’s sister. He knows they would tell him he can’t see her again, even though that bridge has already been burned. 

But it’s like a part of him doesn’t know why, no actually that’s a lie, he knows why, he knows the rules, even if they’re unwritten,  you don’t date an opponent's sister, doesn’t matter the sport, the league, or the team, and if there was a rulebook for the NHL, the message No Devils player should date a Rangers sister would probably be bolded in red at the top of every page.  

"Box out, Hughes! What are you doing?!" Ruff yells. "Don't let them establish position!" 

Luke hesitates, trying to regain his composure, when one more thought comes, a small, tiny thought racing through his mind, a thought that causes goosebumps on his skin, a thought he's trying desperately to ignore, whispering maybe, just maybe, it’s worth it. Maybe?

The practice continues with passing drills, the players focusing on crisp, tape-to-tape passes. Luke tries to lose himself in the familiar rhythms of the game, but his mind keeps wandering back to Jordan. 

A few of his teammates shoot him concerned glances, almost every time they notice a change in his focus, but each time he shakes off their glances, and their reassuring words telling him to focus on practice or asking if he's alright because the one thing he knows for certain, is that even though their relationship is over, his teammates never need to know is that he went on a date with the enemies sister, or that she won't leave his mind. 

Then as practice nears its end, Ruff has the team skate lines, something Luke knows he can't fuck up.

The players line up on the goal line, their chests heaving and sweat dripping from their brows.

"Alright, boys, let's finish strong!" Ruff bellows. "On the whistle, skate to the red line and back. Keep pushing until I say stop!"

The shrill sound of the whistle pierces the air, and the players take off, their skates pounding against the ice.

They push themselves to the limit, legs burning and lungs screaming for air, as they continue to skate back and forth. 

Until finally, Ruff raises his hand, motioning for the players to gather around. 

"Alright, boys, that's enough for today," Ruff says, his tone softening slightly. "Good job. Hit the showers. We're leaving for Detroit at 11."

 *****

Jordan's eyes begin fluttering open, her body still wrapped in a cocoon of cozy blankets and sheets, embracing her in what feels like a warm hug. 

She reaches for her phone, squinting as she checks the time: 11:04. 

Memories of yesterday's date with Luke flood her mind, and a wave of disappointment washes over her.

With a sigh, she swipes away the notifications, her mind still groggy, and swings her legs over the side of the bed, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before standing up and making her way to the living room.

As she walks, she can't help but feel upset and angry about how things ended with Luke. She really liked him, and their connection had been undeniable.

But the fact that he couldn't see past the rivalry between his team and her brother's? It's stupid, it's frustrating and it's disappointing.

"Hey, Jordy," Jacob greets her as she enters the living room.

To her surprise, Jacob is sitting on the couch, his attention focused on the TV. He had been away the previous two days, the Rangers having a back-to-back with the second half being an away game in Pittsburg.

"Hey, when did you get home?" Jordan asks, her voice still thick with sleep as she settles onto the couch beside him.

"Not till about one this morning" Jacob explains. Jordan nods, knowing she was still awake at that time, and probably too distracted by her thoughts to hear him come into the apartment. 

"How was Pittsburgh?" She asks 

"Eh, same old, same old. We got the win, so that's what matters." Jacob nudges her gently. "So, Kelly told me you had a date yesterday. How'd it go?"

Jordan shrugs, not particularly wanting to delve into the details. "It was fine," she says noncommittally.

Jacob raises an eyebrow. "Just fine? Do I need to beat someone up?" he jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Jordan's mouth. "No, no. It just... didn't go well, that's all."

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Jacob prods gently, concern evident in his voice.

Jordan shakes her head. "I'm sure. It's not a big deal."

Jacob studies her for a moment before deciding not to push further. "Alright, well, in that case, you and I are going to lunch. Come on, my treat."

Jordan lets out a small laugh, appreciating her brother's attempt to cheer her up, "Alright just let me get dressed and brush my teeth" Jordan says

She heads back to her room to get dressed, choosing a comfortable outfit for their outing.

Then the siblings make their way to a local restaurant, not too far from their apartment, the aroma of freshly cooked food and the buzz of conversation enveloping them as they step inside. They settle into a booth, perusing the menu as they wait for their server.

Once they place their orders-a salad with Salmon for Jacob and a club sandwich with fries for Jordan-Jacob leans back, his eyes fixed on Jordan. "So how's NYU treating you?" he asks, with genuine interest in his voice.

Jordan brightens a little, "It's great," she gushes, launching into a detailed account of her classes and the new friends she's made.

Soon their food arrives, and they begin eating.

Their conversation naturally shifts to hockey, with Jacob recounting the details of the Rangers' recent games. "-But the game against the Devils was great, but intense cus they're all a bunch of softies" he remarks, oblivious to the way Jordan tenses slightly at the mention of Luke's team. "Pretty sure half their players threatened to cut my head off before the third period. But the Devils are all fucking talk, the scored one goal, and kept complaining for hits we made, but the fucking lost anyway, and with the way they were playing, a power play wouldn't have made any difference."

Jordan forces a laugh, trying to push away the thoughts of Luke that inevitably surface. "Yeah, that's crazy. Y'all really hate the Devils?"

Jacob, laughs before responding "Well of course, we're supposed to plus, they're all assholes so who would wanna like them"

"Yeah, right" Jordan says

Jacob continues to talk about the game, but Jordan finds herself only half-listening, her mind drifting back to Luke and their ill-fated date. She can't help but wonder what he's doing now if he's thinking about her too.

Noticing her distraction, Jacob pauses. "Hey, you okay?"

Snapping back to the present, Jordan nods. "Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thought for a second."

"No worries." Jacob takes a sip of his drink before changing the subject. "So, Thanksgiving is coming up. Kelly and I were thinking of hosting the team at our place this year. You're still cool with that, right?"

Jordan's heart skips a beat at the thought of being in the same room as a bunch of Rangers players, but she knows she can't say no, well actually she could but, she won't. "Yeah, of course. That sounds great."

"Awesome. It'll be fun, having everyone together like that. And who knows, maybe you'll even meet someone new." Jacob winks playfully.

Jordan scoffs playfully, "You'd want me to date a Ranger?"

Jacob shrugs "Nah probably not, but if you did I would be okay with it, as long as it's a Ranger, though, otherwise find a different sport"

Jordan forces a laugh, her thoughts once again turning to Luke.

If only her brother knew the truth, the truth that she's already met a guy who plays hockey, a guy who wears a different crest on his jersey, a guy who keeps running through her mind.

 *****

The Detroit skyline looms in the distance as the New Jersey Devils' plane touches down on the runway. The team disembarks, collecting their luggage and boarding the team bus that will take them to their hotel. 

As a rookie on an entry-level contract, Luke shares a room with his teammate, Alex Holtz. 

Once in their room, Luke puts his stuff down and flops onto the bed.

He begins absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, when a knock at the door interrupts his mindless browsing, and he gets up to answer it.

Jack stands in the hallway, an expectant look on his face.

"You ready to go?" Jack asks.

Luke blinks, confused. "Where?"

Jack gives him a look. "To see Mom and Dad. We're getting lunch. Did you forget?"

Rolling his eyes, Luke tries to play it off, even though he really did forget "No, I just need a few minutes to get dressed."

"Alright, hurry up. I'm gonna call an Uber." Jack turns to leave.

"Okay," Luke replies, closing the door. He quickly changes into a pair of black jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a flannel before grabbing his stuff and saying bye to Alex.

The brothers meet up in the lobby and climb into the waiting Uber.

As they drive through the familiar streets of Detroit, Luke remains quiet, lost in thought as he watches the scenery pass by.

They arrive at the restaurant and spot their parents, Jim and Ellen, already seated at a table. Ellen waves them over, standing up to give each of her sons a warm hug. They sit down and place their orders, falling into easy conversation.

"So, boys, how's the season going so far?" Jim asks, taking a sip of his water.

"It's been good, Dad," Jack replies. "We've had a few tough losses, but overall, the team is really coming together."

Ellen smiles. "That's great to hear. And how about you, Luke? How are you adjusting to life in the NHL?"

Luke shrugs. "It's been a learning curve, but I feel like I'm starting to find my footing."

The conversation turns to family updates and upcoming holiday plans until Jack casually lets it slip that Luke had a date yesterday. 

Ellen's eyes light up. "Ooh, a date? Give me the details!"

Luke shoots Jack a glare before turning to his mother. "It was just a date, Mom. It didn't work out. I don't really want to talk about it."

Jim leans forward, curiosity piqued. "Why not? What happened?"

"It just didn't work out, Dad. Can we please drop it?" Luke pleads, feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh, come on, Luke," Ellen says, her tone gentle. "We're just curious. It's not every day you go on a date." 

Luke sighs, somewhat fighting the sarcastic urge to thank his mother, for bringing that detail to light.

"Seriously, Luke it's been a while since you've had a girlfriend" Jack states 

This time the sarcastic quip isn't fought back as he responds "Thank you, Sherlock" 

"We're just saying Luke, it might be nice for you to have someone" His mom adds

Luke sighs, he thinks it would be nice too, but unfortunately that hasn't happened yet,

"I know can we just drop it" Luke states, his voice raising slightly. 

An awkward silence falls over the table.

After a moment, Jim clears his throat. "So, that game against the Rangers." he says, shifting the topic, which unknowingly causes just as much frustration for Luke, as their previous one, especially considering how Jim chooses to approach the conversation.

Jim leans forward, his expression serious. "Luke, You seemed a bit off"

Luke shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "It was a tough match, Dad. The Rangers are a strong team."

"That's no excuse," Jim counters. "You can't let the other team dictate your play. You need to be more aggressive, take control of the game."

"I'm trying, Dad," Luke sighs, feeling the familiar pressure of his father's expectations weighing on him.

Jim continues, "And what about that turnover in the second period? You can't be making mistakes like that, especially not in your own zone. The other team is just gonna eat that up and score on you"

Luke feels his frustration rising. "I know, Dad. I'm working on it."

Ellen, sensing the tension, tries to intervene. "Jim, honey, I'm sure Luke is doing his best. It's not easy being a rookie in the NHL."

But Jim is undeterred. "The best players find a way to rise above the challenges. If you want to make a name for yourself in this league, Luke, you need to be better."

Jack, noticing Luke's clenched jaw, attempts to diffuse the situation. "Come on, Dad. Luke's been putting in a lot of hard work. His coach has been giving him good feedback. Plus he's producing well"

"Hard work is important," Jim acknowledges, " and he is producing well, but don't forget you're a defenseman, points mean nothing, if you keep giving easy goals away."

Luke's frustration boils over. "I got it," he snaps, his voice louder than intended.

An awkward silence falls over the table again and Jack nudges Luke, silently telling him to calm down. 

"So, Mom, how's the garden coming along?" Jack asks, steering the conversation to safer ground.

Ellen smiles, grateful for the diversion. "Oh, it's going great," she gushes, launching into a detailed description. 

The rest of the lunch passes more pleasantly, as they finish their food, and stick to more neutral topics. 

Then the check arrives, and Jim insists on paying, waving away Luke and Jack's protests. They say their goodbyes, Ellen hugging her sons tightly and making them-specifically Jack-promise to call more often, before they go their separate ways. 

In the Uber back to the hotel, Jack nudges Luke. "You alright, man? You seem a bit more on edge. You usually don't let dad get to you like that?"

Luke sighs, rubbing his face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind."

Jack nods, silently clapping his brother on the back. 

They arrive back at the hotel and Luke makes his way to his room, before lying down on the bed, his mind still reeling from the ups and downs of the day. 

His phone buzzes with a new notification, he picks it up, seeing the contact name, it's one of his best friends Dylan Duke: Hey man, we still on for dinner tonight with Mark and Ethan at 8? 

Luke types out a quick reply: Yeah, see you then.

He sets his phone aside and closes his eyes, trying to calm his swirling thoughts.

 *****

Jordan sits at her desk, a textbook open in front of her and a pen poised in her hand. She's been staring at the same page for the past half hour, the words blurring together as her mind wanders back to Luke. 

She leans back in her chair, a heavy sigh escaping her lips, as she recalls the nervous smile, on his face, when they met on Thursday, it was cute, charming, just like his laugh, and his hazel eyes, or his competitiveness during their game of pool, that was just the right amount of cockiness to keep him from coming off as arrogant. She can't lie, she felt a connection with him, a connection she hasn't felt in a really long time. 

And just like last time, her last name ruined everything, it's ridiculous, that a stupid rivalry caused all this, a stupid rivalry she's not even a part of, ok well yes her last name, but like not her.

Jordan reaches for her phone, her fingers hovering over his contact. She wants to text him, tell him she's not her brother, and her life shouldn't be dictated because of it, she wants to tell him that, she really fucking wants to.

But how would she even say that? "Sorry my brother is your team's biggest rival, but I don't have a problem with the Devils so can we still date?"

She laughs bitterly at the thought. It sounds ridiculous, even to her own ears.

And yet, a part of her doesn't care. A part of her wants to do it anyway, say fuck it.

But she knows it's not that simple. She knows the unwritten rules, the lines that can't be crossed, blah, blah, blah, they're stupid.

Her mind wanders to past relationships, to the boys who only saw her as a stepping stone, a way to get their foot in the door with the Rangers. She remembers the hurt, the betrayal, the feeling of being used.

But with Luke, she thought'd it'd be different outcome, but the outcomes the same, just took a different route, a route still dictated by her fucking last name. 

Luke had been a breath of fresh air, someone who seemed to genuinely care about her, who made her feel seen and heard. And now, she may have lost him forever.

A single tear slips down her cheek, and she quickly wipes it away, not wanting to let herself wallow in self-pity.

"Jordan!" Jacob's voice echoes from the kitchen, startling her out of her thoughts. "Dinner's ready!"

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before responding, "Be right there!"

With one last glance at her phone, she sets it down on the desk, the screen still displaying Luke's contact. She knows she can't text him, can't reach out, no matter how much she wants to.

 *****

Around 7:45 Luke leaves the hotel to meet up with Dylan, Ethan and Mark. They decide on a sushi restaurant that's walking distance from Luke's hotel. 

As they settle into their seats, the conversation quickly turns to life at Michigan.

"Man, you should see the new freshmen," Dylan says, a grin on his face. "They're a riot, especially this one kid from Canada. He's always trying to impress the girls with his accent. It's hilarious."

Ethan laughs, shaking his head. "Remember that party last weekend? I swear, I've never seen someone drink that much and still be standing."

Mark chimes in, recounting a particularly memorable moment from their latest hockey practice. "And then Coach just lost it, started yelling at everyone to get their acts together. I thought he was gonna blow a gasket."

As his friends continue to share stories and updates, Luke finds himself only half-listening. His mind keeps drifting back to Jordan and the way things ended between them. He also can't shake the feeling of nostalgia, missing the carefree days of college life.

Dylan notices Luke's distraction and nudges him. "Hey, man, what's up? You're too cool for us now that you're in the NHL?"

Luke snaps out of his thoughts, looking at his friend. "Of course not," he says, a small smile on his face.

Dylan grins, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Just kidding, dude. But seriously, what's going on? You seem a little off."

Luke hesitates for a moment before opening up. "I met this girl on Friday, and I really liked her. We went out yesterday, but things took a turn for the worse." He doesn't mention her last name, keeping that detail to himself.

His friends listen intently as Luke continues. "We got into a disagreement about something, and it kind of ended everything."

Mark leans forward, his eyes sympathetic. "Do you like her? I mean, really like her?"

Luke nods, a wistful expression on his face. "Yeah, a lot."

Ethan places a hand on Luke's shoulder. "Then it shouldn't matter, man. If you care about each other, you can work through whatever the problem is."

Dylan suddenly looks serious, a rare occurrence for him. "Hold up, she doesn't hate hockey, does she?"

Luke can't help but chuckle at the question. "No, she doesn't hate hockey."

"Then Ethan's right," Dylan says, a smile returning to his face. "Whatever the issue is, you guys can figure it out."

Mark and Ethan nod in agreement, encouraging Luke to reach out to Jordan and try to make amends.

"I don't know, man" Luke says, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "What if she doesn't want to hear from me?"

"You won't know unless you try," Mark points out. "Just send her a text, see how she responds. What's the worst that could happen?"

Luke considers their advice, his mind racing with possibilities, before he lets out a chuckle "When the hell did you guys get brains?" He jokes.

"Junior year apparently" Dylan remarks, resulting in a laugh from the table. 

The conversation shifts back to lighter topics, as they finish up their meal, before remaining at the table, for at least another hour, before Luke has to get back to the hotel, for room checks. 

Once back in his room, he notices Alex already asleep, always an early sleeper, unlike himself, so Luke quietly changes into his sweats and a t- shirt, before lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He replays his friends' words in his head, contemplating texting her. 

And in a moment of impulse, he grabs his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen. Before he can second-guess himself, he types out a simple message to Jordan: I'm sorry.

He hits send, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for a response that may never come.

A/N I hope you enjoyed reading! Feel free to send me any comments about this story, if you like it, I'd love to hear them!

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Road Head

Part 4 of Meant To Be: A Heartbreak High Fanfic

Reader POV

Synopsis: It's your birthday! You go over to Cash's to make brownies, and he has a gift for you. On the way home, you give him road head. This is also pretty short, so I'm sorry.

Warnings: blowjob on the road, dry humping/lap dance, swearing, suggestive language, talking about drugs, pet names, fluff

Song: One More Light by Linkin Park

♥🎵 Who cares if one more light goes out, well I do🎵♥

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

my hubby💍: hey baby, happy bday

Me: hey handsome, thanks

my hubby💍: what you up to

Me: nothin wbu

my hubby💍: nothing wanna come over

Me: idk... im kinda tired

my hubby💍: i'll shag you we'll make brownies

Me: omw casanova

my hubby💍: casanova? what?

Me: 🤫🧏

my hubby💍: girl-

I shove my phone in my pocket, and grab my jacket (a gift from Harper). I shove my feet into the first shoes I see, which happen to be crocs, and grab my bike from the side of the house.

The bike ride to Cash's house is only about 3 minutes, so I was in no rush. I feel my phone buzzing every 5 seconds, so I stop to check it.

my hubby💍: GRR

my hubby💍: GRR

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

Me: relax im like two minutes away

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

my hubby💍: ohhhh okay haha

I chuckle and slip my phone back into my pocket. I open the door to Cash's house, and Darude greets me, trying to eat my crocs.

"Hey, Darude." I say. I've grown used to him, although he hates me and tries to kill me everytime he sees me.

"Bunny?" Cash calls to you from the kitchen. You walk in, and he has on a chef's hat, with multiple bowls and spoons on the counter. You snort.

"What?" He asks, smiling. You kiss him gently before taking off his chefs hat and putting it on your own head.

"It looks better on me." You say.

You guys lose track of time. By the the time the brownies were in the oven, it was nearly ten. You spend most of your time throwing chocolate chips at Cash, and he spent some time licking chocolate icing off of your lips.

"You are a horny slut." You tell him, as he kisses the back of your neck.

"Your horny slut. Oh, I have your birthday gift upstairs." He says. His nan comes into the kitchen.

"Mm! Smells good. Happy birthday, dumpling." She says, squishing your cheeks.

"Hi, nan. Thank you." You say smiling. You've grown into calling her 'nan' because you didn't know her actual name. Edna didn't seem to suit her, either (if someone picks up on that I will be eternally happy).

>>>><<<<

You pull down the wrapping, to reveal a Nike box. You laugh.

"No you fucking didn't." You say, opening it. Tears fill your eyes as you see the shoes you've always wanted but couldn't afford. They were Air Jordan's, purple and white. You hug him, kissing him full on the lips. You let the kiss linger for a while before pulling away.

"Can you drive me home?" You ask Cash. He nods, grabbing his keys off of the mantle.

"Let's go, pretty." Cash says, spinning you around and leading you outside.

"You seen much of Chook lately?" You ask him, noticing his absence of weed and drugs. He shrugs.

"I left the eshays." He says. Your jaw drops.

"What? Where am I gonna get weed now?" You ask teasingly. He smiles.

"I'm kidding. That's good, Chook was horrible to you." You say, grabbing his hand. He nods.

"Will you give me road head?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the road. You throw your head back and laugh.

"What? Why?" You ask.

"Because you look fucking hot and I love you, and thinking about you makes me horny." He says. You bend over the console, pulling his sweats down his legs along with his boxers. You kiss his tip gently, and he moans, clenching the steering wheel tightly. You take all of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

"Mmm, just like that." Cash moans, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to push your head on him further. You gag and drool as he hits the back of your throat.

"You like it when I fuck your throat like this?" Cash asks you, jaw tight. You moan in response, sending vibrations down his cock.

"Holy shit! I'm close." Cash moans, his eyes rolling back. You feel him twitch and throb, and a few bobs of your head later, his load is shooting down your throat. You remove your mouth from him with a loud pop. You smile at him, satisfied.

"I fucking love you." He says, struggling to catch his breath.

"Love you too, babe." You say, kissing him. He grabs your face and pulls you closer, his tongue invading your mouth.

You crawl into his lap, slowly grinding into him. He moans into your mouth. You continue grinding into him, your pussy throbbing.

"You're gonna make me cum again." Cash moans, pushing your waist down into him. You chuckle and get off of him.

"What? No, get back here!" He says, as you open your door.

"Can't! Gotta go! Love you!" You say, walking to your house. You smile to yourself, knowing fully what you could do to him.

I'm tagging one person:

@izzyhorwell

Thanks for making me continue! I've been too lazy lately :(

[seekdevotion]

*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          mw fcs & personality types maybe ? this looks so good !

first of all : love you sweat ! i will point you towards 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 meaty mw fc list, bc many good points were made. but ! i'll also take this moment to self advocate and some will b repeats ... i would go absolutely feral for ella purnell ( duh ), laura harrier, jessica chastain, avan jogia, ben barnes, zion moreno, cillian murphy, blanca padilla, oscar isaac, margot robbie, tom hardy, alexa demie, riz ahmed, samara weaving, zendaya, tom holland, mimi keene, logan lerman, adelaide kane, victoria pedretti, andrew garfield, penelope cruz, emma mackey, charles melton, bill skarsgard, adam dimarco, medalion rahimi, natasha liu bordizzo, dua lipa, archie renaux, robert pattinson, freida pinto, florence pugh, dev patel, jessica alexander, oliver jackson cohen, halston sage, kiowa gordon, lily james, madelaine petsch, jordan connor, hande ercel, phoebe tonkin, nick robinson, savannah lee smith, emily alyn lynd, henry golding, rachel zegler, josh heuston, paul mescal ( i actually can't talk about it... ), daisy edgar jones, rami malek, lily rose depp, aron piper, adria arjona, olivia cooke, and that's just off the dome... now as for personality or character types ? why don't you go ahead & read more for some that have come to me ;)

any and all of the bunnies of mona awad's bunny - pretentious and beautiful budding literary icons , diehard devotees of "the aesthetic" ( or part of a cult most likely )

local carmy ? brilliant , celebrated , seemingly stuck in devo due to some unfortunate emotional ( or physical ) ties - maybe managing the diner or cheffin' it up at the whaler

ex - sea captain who is now devoted to hunting for treasure - both geocache and pirate style . some townspeople think they've lost the plot but others have noticed they really have a knack for this . obviously , quite the casanova

a well liked ghost therapist . came to town years ago as a ' spiritualist ' / more of a lowkey con artist medium but really came into their own in this environment

the seraphic matchmaker , wholesome , in love w love , just wants everyone to be happy , strikes gold every time to the point it is giving witchcraft , world's best and most in demand bridesmaid as a result !

charming and charismatic town official , great at drawing in a crowd and overseeing all the best local events . old money ( as much as you can be in this town , bc their family has always been here ) so obviously corrupt w very questionable morals

THE barber who does put everything you say in their chair on blast via their town meme page / finsta but customers stay loyal bc the only competition has a much darker reputation ( plot twist : and they were roommates ! )

ofc , new in towns / tourists with shady motives , to keep the locals on their toes

[relevesandrevelations]

Solos That Live Rent Free In My Head

Athena Sterig – Dancing 

Ava Wagner – You

Avery Gay – Shiver

Bostyn Brown – Face Blocking

Bostyn Brown – Mad World

Briar Nolet – Dangerous 

Brynn Rumfallo – Enter One

Dyllan Blackburn – 1977

Dyllan Blackburn – Indian Summer

Ella Horan – Maybe We’ll See

Ella Horan – Neat & Clean

Ellie Wagner – I Will Always Love You 

Emily Polis – HF

Izzy Howard – Black Coffee

Jayci Kalb – Life Of A Flower

Jeanine Mason – Tango

Jessica Richens – Man’s World

Jordan Casanova – Kill The Lights

Kaitlyn Conely – Belief 

Kalani Hillker – Another Level 

Kalani Hillker – Free

Kiarra Waidelich – Corps

Kiarra Waidelich – My Mind

Lucy Vallely – Crave

Lucy Vallely – Natural Woman

Paula Van Oppen – With Or Without You

Quinn Starner - Creep

Simrin Player – Art Of Love

Simrin Player – Bang Bang

Sophia Lucia – Me and The Devil

Tate McRae – Dark Paradise

Tate McRae – Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Vivian Ruiz – Dissonance

[alldancersaretalented]

WCDE National Title Winners 2010

Mini Female:

Amanda Carbajales, DT

Nicole Rodriguez, DT

Diana Infantas, DT

Mini Male:

D'Angelo Castro, DT

Graham Feeny, Company C

Max Prokop, Larkin

Junior Female:

Kayla-Maree Tarantolo, RGDance

Emily Garcia, DT

Hayden Hopkins, Allegro PAA

Junior Male:

Adam Vesperman, Allegro PAA

Brandon Chang, DT

Josh Colvin, Dynamic Dance

Teen Female:

Miriam Gittens, Dance Studio of Fresno

Ashley Cox, Scottsdale School of Ballet

Jessica Richens, DP

Teen Male:

Iain Young, Dance Dynamics PAC

Nicholas Garcia, DT

Sean Howe, Company C

Senior Female:

Miranda Maleski, ALDC

Jordan Casanova, DP

Madeline Benfield, Inspire

Senior Male:

Scott Myrick, DP

Lee Gumbs, Rolann's SotD

[butterflydm]

Poll: Perrin Aybara (spoilers beyond AMOL)

Includes spoilers for the tiny bit that we know about what Jordan had tentatively planned for the 'outriggers'.

Mostly divided by book/book sections, though "The Shadow Rising" retcon refers to how Perrin suddenly has a bunch of romantic history when he returns to the Two Rivers with Faile in TSR (mostly, it seemed to exist for Perrin to mentally brag over how much better Faile was than the girls he grew up with, lol), stuff that was never mentioned or referred to in the first book. It cracked me up when I read TSR, so I had to include it on the poll.

[chungledown-bimothy]

For the music ask!

5, 7, 28

:D Thanks!

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

I already answered American Idiot for this one, but I love music that's gotta be loud, so I'll also say Cowboy Casanova- Carrie Underwood. Really any Carrie Underwood song should be loud, but this one especially.

7: A song to drive to

When I Drive- Jeremy Jordan and Claybourne Elder. Cliche to use a song about driving, sure, but I stand the fuck by it.

28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Santa Fe- Jeremy Jordan. Sorry to put Jeremy Jordan twice in the same ask, but I'm obsessed with his voice right now.

music asks

[lamilanomagazine]

I film da vedere al cinema a Pasquetta

I film da vedere al cinema a Pasquetta. Poche cose sono certe nella vita, tra queste possiamo menzionare il meteo del giorno di Pasquetta che non lascia mai scampo a piogge e nuvole sparse e minacciose. Il trucco per ricorrere ai ripari, da eventuali imprevisti metereologici, è senz’altro la sala di un cinema, che può regalarci senza ombra di dubbio, un momento di circa due ore, durante l’ultima giornata delle feste pasquali. Tra i film presenti in sala possiamo trovare: Il ritorno di Casanova di Gabriele Salvatores La pellicola racconta la storia di Leo Bernardi (Toni Servillo) un regista che non accetta la caducità del tempo e le inevitabili sfide degli eventi in continua evoluzione. In cerca di un successo che possa confermare e rilanciare la sua carriera, Bernardi decide di dedicarsi a un’opera ambiziosa, decidendo di portare sul grande schermo il Casanova di Arthur Schnitzler. Ben presto, però, nella costruzione di questo Casanova (Fabrizio Bentivoglio), il regista si rende conto di star guardando in realtà sé stesso, un uomo un po' in là con gli anni che non ha più una vera e propria passione. Messianico, un viaggio verso Venezia, che gli farà trovare nuovamente la propria esistenza.   Dungeons & Dragons - L'onore dei ladri Tratto dall'omonimo gioco di ruolo ambientato nei Forgotten Realms, Dungeons & Dragons - L'onore dei ladri è un film di intrattenimento, appropriato per passare un pomeriggio al cinema. La storia è quella di Elgin (Chris Pine), un liutaio che non crede più nella sua missione e che, dopo la perdita della moglie, si è dedicato a piccoli crimini, insieme all'aiuto dell'amica Holga (Michelle Rodriguez). Quando però si profila all'orizzonte la possibilità di rubare una reliquia sacra che potrebbe cambiare il suo destino, Elgin decide di provare il tutto per tutto. Tradito da un suo compagno (Hugh Grant) che gli ruba anche l'affetto della figlia, Elgin dovrà fare di tutto non solo per uscire di prigione. Air - La storia del grande salto Diretto da Ben Affleck, Air - La storia del grande salto è una pellicola incentrata su eventi realmente accaduti. Si parla della collaborazione tra un giovanissimo Michael Jordan e la divisione dedicata al basket del marchio Nike. Narrazione che si snoda tra il racconto del talento, sacrifici e di determinazione. Nel film è presente Matt Damon, Viola Davis e lo stesso Ben Affleck, che mettono in scena la memorabile rivoluzione sia del mondo dello sport che della cultura pop del Novecento. I tre moschettieri: D'Artagnan Tratto dal romanzo capolavoro di Alexandre Dumas, I tre moschettieri: D’Artagnan rappresenta il primo capitolo di una dilogia che affronta le avventure del giovane guascone D'Artagnan (François Civil), che sogna di diventare un Moschettiere del Re sotto Luigi XIII (Louis Garrell). Arrivato a Parigi, senza sapere di essere stato testimone di un complotto, il giovane spadaccino incrocia la strada di tre moschettieri leggendari: Athos (Vincent Cassell), Porthos (Pio Marmai) e Aramis (Romain Duris). L'incontro non avviene sotto la migliore delle stelle, dal momento che D'Artagnan riesce a sfidare tutti e tre, ma ben presto i quattro uomini si troveranno coalizzati per sventare un diabolico piano del Cardinale Richelieu che, con l'aiuto di Milady (Eva Green), vuole prendere il potere.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[rurpleplaysmuttingtonac]

It had been nearly a month since his girlfriend had died and Jordan was finally starting to cave in light of Abigail's relentless pursuit of him.

In fairness to her, Abigail had eased off flirting and had made time to talk to him, to help him unburden the guilt he was carrying. She was kind, caring and very attentive to him and in a way, he felt like he owed her.

But he knew that it would never be as easy as that. Sophie had been the one to make him, a renowned Casanova, into a dedicated and loyal partner, and now she was gone. It was hardly a surprise that she'd left her mark on him and he was scared that he would never move on from her untimely death.

But did he even want to move on?

He'd heard rumours about supernaturals in this world, ones who could reverse death and bring back loved ones.

The ache that filled him whenever he thought about this gave him serious cause to rethink his relationship with Abigail.

Did he want Sophie back more than he wanted to be with Abigail?

The answer was a loud Yes. More than anything in this world, he wanted Sophie back. He needed to apologise for not doing more, he needed to tell her he was in love with her and he needed to make her live a long and happy life, so that every second of the day, she knew he would make her the happiest he could. He wanted to show her his houseboat, something she'd been so excited to see and to see her converted bus.

Together they could travel the world, arm in arm until they died of old age.

But Sophie had beaten him to the land of the dead...and he was now alone...unless he went out with Abigail. He was scared it would be the wrong choice to start a relationship with her when he was still mourning Sophie. He wasn't sure he was in the right headspace for it.

But she made him laugh, made him feel wanted and more importantly, helped heal his broken heart.

Was it really so bad that he was now starting to become tempted by her attention? How he looked forward to seeing her and that he was starting to feel more able to think straight and to ease out of the depressive fog his mind had been in the past month.

Maybe he was hoping for the impossible, that Sophie could ever be resurrected? He felt like an idiot for hoping such an impossible dream, even quietly to himself.

So, the next time Abigail came around and asked him how he was, he spoke openly and honestly to her.

He didn't want their relationship to be platonic anymore. He'd consent to dating her, but only as long as she knew what she was taking on. He was frightened that he was using her to heal himself from Sophie, but he had to move on and start somewhere.

Abigail didn't seem as worried as he felt. It was almost as if she didn't care if he would rebound on her. He told her of his concerns but she waved them aside, smiling encouragingly at him. Her mind had already been set and had been waiting for him to come to her.

As if he felt like he was stepping over a precipice, he agreed to let her kiss him, hoping she would take things slow...

She didn't take things slow.

Abigail did apologise for her passion and he smiled before he returned her kisses. In point of fact, if he kissed her and didn't think, and only felt the onslaught of passion she gave, he wouldn't have to remember it was her.

He could imagine that it was his beloved Sophie.

Deciding that it was better to move out of the bedroom where Martin was snorting quietly, he edged her out of the room, still grappling with the woman in his arms who wanted to help him forget his pain.

"Do I even want to know what you've been doing?" Benedict asked his sister as she walked into the lounge.

She was flushed in the face and her mouth was redder from the snogging marathon she'd just had.

"Not really" she said, grinning. Her heart felt so light and happy that she felt like she was floating above the ground. She'd kissed Jordan finally, and he had wanted to kiss her back. She was elated.

"He just lost his girlfriend Abi" Benedict warned her, frowning. "I think you're taking this fast-"

"I didn't ask for relationship advice!" she snapped back, annoyed he was trying to break her bubble of happiness.

"-and I'm just scared you're taking advantage of the situation for your own means. I hope that you're not, but others won't be as generous as me" he said gently. "Just trying to protect you, sis."

Abigail rolled her eyes "Fuck what other people think and I don't need your protection. I'm an adult now."

Benedict turned back towards the TV, feeling a little sick to his stomach. "Don't hurt him Abi. He's my friend as well and he can't go from loving her to loving you in a matter of weeks, if it's at all possible to start with."

Abigail was glad his back was turned, trying to bury the hurt feelings. She really liked Jordan and she knew she was good enough to make him forget Sophie.

Benedict frowned as he heard his sister huff and start putting out the chess pieces on the board.

The point, that Abi's not understood, is that she isn't making Jordan forget Sophie. The point was to accept his past girlfriend, help him grieve her and start afresh, if he even wants that.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Bay, The Beatles’s 1967 single “Penny Lane,” Jim Brown, Narciso Casanovas, Arcangelo Corelli, musician Andrew Crowley, Buddy DeFranco, Vicente Fernández, Fred Frith, Rowdy Gaines, Taylor Hawkins, Hal Holbrook, Paris Hilton, Arthur Hunnicutt, Michael Jordan, José José,Isaac Kappy, Alicia Key’s 2004 single “If I Ain’t Got You,” Larry the Cable Guy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Mickey McGill (The Dells), Loreena McKennitt, Lola Montez, Chanté Moore, Huey P. Newton, Jerry O’Connell, Banjo Paterson, Lou Diamond Phillips, Puccini’s 1904 opera MADAME BUTTERFLY, Denise Richards, Rene Russo, Ed Sheeran, Sivakarthikeyan, The Temptations 1969 CLOUD NINE album, Buck Trent, Margaret Truman, Henri Vieuxtemps, and the consummate vocalist and songwriter Gene Pitney. He brought depth to simple pop songs, crafting choice cuts for Rick Nelson, Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, and (famously) “He’s a Rebel” for The Crystals. I compare Gene to Bryan Ferry as both have a powerful and unique vocal technique that seizes ownership of any song or style. I also compare Gene to Harry Nilsson because they were branded as songwriters but had hit records from songs they didn’t write. Gene’s popular arc in the USA ran from 1961-68, but he continued to draw international audiences, particularly for his Italian language records (I’m a big fan of “Lei Mei Espatta”). His career intersected with Marc Almond, Burt Bacharach, George Jones, The Rolling Stones, Phil Spector, and other notables, and he kept touring literally till the day he died in 2006. 

Please enjoy my cover of Gene’s “Every Breath I Take” (written by Goffin/King). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PZcTHaYjfA Another GP “deep cut” I recommend is “Somewhere in the Country,” a densely orchestrated goth-folk-pop track akin to early Bee Gees. Meanwhile, HB to GP—thank you for your amazing music!

#genepitney #bryanferry #thecrystals #marcalmond #ricknelson #royorbison #rebel #harrynilsson #burtbacharach #georgejones #rollingstones #philspector #bobbyvee #goffinking #johnnyjblair

[ofwolfandmuses]

Is that [MICHAEL B JORDAN]? No, that’s [ZAKAR OSTERLING]. The [34] year old [ALPHA] [CISMALE] is a [BLACKSMITH] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [CHARMING] & [CONFIDENT], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [CONTROLLING] & [LIBIDIOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, ROUGH SEX] but don’t even think about trying [SUBMITTING, SCAT, AGE-PLAY] with them.

BASIC INFORMATION;

Name: Zakar Mathias Osterling

Nicknames: Zak

Age: Thirty-Four

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Birthday: April 29th

Zodiac: Taurus

Ethnicity: African-American

Occupation: Blacksmith in the Venois pack

APPEARANCE;  

Height: 5′11

Weight: 230 pounds

Build: Athletic, Toned

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Naturally smooth

Wolf Color: Grey

Wolf Size/Build: Slightly smaller than average, stockier build

SEX;

Kinks: Muscle Worship, Dominating, Anal (Giving), Marking, Biting, Breeding, Multiple Partners, Humilation/Degradation (giving), Praise (Giving), Worship, Rough Sex

Anti-Kinks: Bondage (receiving), Age-Play, Diaper-Play, Scat

Favourite Positions: Pile Driver, Doggy, Bend Over, Sitting Bull, Bulldog, Superman

BIOGRAPHY;

The moment that Zakar was born, he was told that there was a hierarchy in life. Males, especially Alpha males, were at the top of the food chain and Omegas, especially Omega males, were at the bottom. Sure, he may have been born to the Venois pack, a pack that is arguably one of the more liberal of those out there, but his parents both had ties to ones that held traditional views and they trickled down to him. So by the time he presented as an alpha at sixteen, just a couple of years into Athos’ founding? He was on cloud nine, because he knew that that meant the world was his oyster.

Picking up a job as a blacksmith was easy, as he could use his strength given to him as an Alpha to help create the weapons for the guards, as well as tools that the various wolves in the town needed for their respective jobs. And as a handsome young Alpha, the omegas in the town were quick to flash a pretty smile his way - and that was a feeling that he absolutely loved. Being loved, being admired by Omegas was something that he couldn’t help but beam at, and it was a feeling he was soon to chase. Flashing a pretty smile, whispering pretty words and showing off his athletic frame earned him a spot in the bed of a great many Omega and he became known as quite the casanova.

Of course, his parents weren’t upset at this. He was just doing his duty as an alpha, finding and bedding omegas in the hopes to further his bloodline, and that was precisely what Zakar was doing. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to settle down and have a mate - no, instead, he wanted to have multiple mates at his beck and call, ready to serve him, warm his cock, cook his meals and bear his children. It was the way that Mother Wolf had created them, after all, so it would be wrong for him to go against her wishes.

Now that he’s thirty four, he has already begun to narrow down which omegas he wants to make into his mate - with one in particular that he has in mind - and he knows that soon... There will be many little Osterling pups roaming the village.

[atletasudando]

Ian Pata y Belsy Quiñonez, figuras del u18 de Ecuador

En el Estadio Los Chasquis, en Quito, se desarrolló este fin de semana (15 y 16 de julio) el Campeonato Nacional u18 de Ecuador, que tuvo en la lanzadora Belsy Quiñonez a una de las autoras de la mejor expresión técnica. Campeona sudamericana de la categoría en lanzamiento de bala, el año pasado en Sao Paulo, Quiñonez alcanzó ahora una marca de 15.56 metros y fue subcampeona en disco (41.69), donde la vencedora Silvia Lara llegó a 42.80.  Ian Andrey Pata se consolidó como el valor más destacado entre los varones con sus triunfos en 200 metros (21.93), 400 metros (49.08) y 400 con vallas (53.80). También Frank Nazareno se destacó con sus victorias de 100 metros llanos (10.94) y salto en largo, al igual que el garrochista Andy Leither Espinoza, quien llegó a los 4.60 m. Entre los ganadores estuvieron Adrián Rodríguez (14.41 en 110 metros vallas), Iván Oña (48:07.72 en la marcha de 10 mil metros), Jholeixon Rodríguez (1.97 en salto en alto), Jordan Ayoví (52.06 en disco y 55.17 en jabalina), André Caza (51.82 en martillo) y Jefferson Paredes (5.757 puntos en el decathlon). Las pruebas femeninas de velocidad fueron ganadas por Marolyn Pastrana con 12.34 en 100 y Genesis Cañola con 2533 en 200, ientras que María Alejandra Castillo se impuso en los 100 metros vallas con 14.54. Otras ganadoras fueron Jomayra Tite en 2.000 con obstáculos (7:48.38), Karen Litardo (25:42.33 en la marcha de 5.000 metros), Silvana Behile (12.19 en salto triple), Josselyn Casanova (41.09 en jabalina) y Valeska Valencia (4.333 puntos en el  heptathlon). En lanzamiento del martillo, las cuatro primeras superaron los 50 metros, con triunfo de Marley Madai Herrera con 58.80. Read the full article

[latestresultsblog]

Winning the Lottery: It's All Before

Winning the Ny lottery features a long and ancient heritage. The phrase"lottery" arises from the "lotto", meaning destiny or fate. Lots of lottery matches from the English speaking world have been known as lottery games. The way you can get the lottery was some sort of vast question for centuries, even centuries.

Lotteries possess an early, cosmopolitan and somewhat checkered history. There are lots of biblical references regarding the drawing of lots to award ownership as well as at the Book of Numbers, Chapter 26, Moses employs a lottery to award land west of the River Jordan.

The majority of the funds raised were used to fund the building of the Great Wall, thought to be a perimeter shield. Winning the lottery was significantly less significant than protecting the nation.

The very first listed European lottery has been held in 1446 by the widow of this Flemish painter Jan Van Eyck to dump the remaining paintings. Winning this lottery would've given you a decoration worth mega countless now!

Encyclopedia Britannica says that the lottery since we all know it goes back to 15 th century France at which it was utilized by respective towns to raise money for strengthening town's defenses (Europe has a solid heritage of taxpayers considering themselves belonging to a city as opposed to state or perhaps a nation, as an instance, a taxpayer could think about herself or him as a Roman, as opposed to a Italian) King Francis I of France enabled lotteries to use from 15 20, and also the very first civil lottery to make money for a trophy was manhunter Lotto p Firenze, conducted by the town of Florence in 1530.

Back in 1567, Queen Elizabeth I created that the first English state lottery, together with prizes including gold and silver dish, and tapestries. 400,000 tickets are available forsale. For a little while, the way to get the lottery has been a matter on most of citizens' brow.

The profits helped to fund the very first British colony in America at Jamestown, Virginia. Anglican churches held among those three winning tickets at the very first draw!

Winning the Lottery: the Initial National Lottery

At the midst 18th century, a more prominent event happened in France. On account of the prospect of adjusting the outcomes in privately operated lotteries, Giacomo Girolamo Casanova (1725 - 1798) persuaded Louis XV of France to launch that the very first state-owned issuer lottery, also the Loterie Royale of this Military School, that eventually became the forerunner of this Loterie Nationale. The rest of the lotteries in France were outlawed. The lottery was a Keno style game, where players can select 1, 3, 2, four or five numbers between 1 and 2 90. (Incidentally, Casanova possessed an interest from the lottery and became wealthy consequently, but sold his attention briefly later and lost that the profits through poor investments; sounds like a few present day lottery winners, does it not )

Origin of Western Lotteries

From the 18th century, both lotteries had been well underway in the usa, chiefly to invest in a while as an easy solution of debt. The initial began in Massachusetts in 1744 due to military debts. The very first federal lottery has been launched by the Continental Congress from 1776 to raise funds to the American Revolution. The Founding Fathers were concerned less with just how to get the lottery but by just how to improve capital with lotteries. A lot of those Founding Fathers played and sponsored lotteries:

[alldancersaretalented]

WCDE National Title Winners 2009

Mini Female:

Kendall Glover, Kimberly Lewis SoD

Kierstyn Tupa, Larkin

Madison O'Connor, Performance Edge 2

Mini Male:

Tade Biesinger, Dance Impressions

Graham Feeny, Company C

Jonathan Moats

Junior Female:

Courtney Odom, Dance Impressions

Hayden Hopkins, Allegro PAA

Hannah Rothschilder, Allegro PAA

Junior Male:

Noah Field, NDSoD

Josh Colvin, Dynamic Dance

Matthew Rogers, Danceology

Teen Female:

Amy Yakima, NDSoD

Shelby Furubayashi, Dance Impressions

Jessica Richens, DP

Teen Male:

Douglas Burkhardt, Company C

Iain Young, Dance Dynamics

Andrew Ranshaw, MBA

Senior Female:

Emily McTernan, Bunker Dance

Jordan Casanova, DP

Allie Petersen, MLDA

Senior Male:

Dare Kujawa, Larkin

Tony Dandino, Company C

Calvin Turner, Driven Dance

[abbyhaliti5]

Inspiring Looks Through Best Balayage in NYC - Abby Haliti

Balayage in NYC seemed to blow up apparently overnight. All of a sudden, you might have noticed your Instagram feeds were suddenly flooded with images of dimensional blonde locks with ultra-bright, face-framing pieces, tagged with balayage. The latest trendy took off for good reason⁠, balayage is a fairly low-maintenance way to go lighter, as it preserves your base color and frequently blends your natural roots for softer grow out.

What Is Balayage?

What exactly is balayage, and how do you appropriately ask your colorist for this look? For beginners, balayage is technically a technique used by your colorist, instead of a specific color itself. If you are confused, your colorist will break down everything you need to know, below, with the help of pro colorists Lisa Satorn, Olivia Casanova, and Jordan Heidenwith.

Read More - What to Consider Before Selecting the Best Colorist in NJ

Selecting a Shade: The choices are seemingly endless when it comes to picking a shade. "TGiven its versatility, the greatest balayage in NYC is a suitable choice for most individuals. Nevertheless, to require less upkeep, maintain your base shade as similar to your natural color as possible. If you're fine with more maintenance, you can go lighter.

Maintenance Level: Least to average. If you're converting to balayage just to add a touch of extra warmth and dimension, going in twice a year should be more than sufficient. Additionally, if you're relying on balayage to break up your natural base color or considerably lighten your hair, you should expect to go into the salon a few times a year, The average balayage client comes about every three to four months and that can easily go up to six months because there is a seamless grow-out.

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Opposite to popular belief, the balayage in New York is a color application technique, rather than a specific color itself. Shining around the face, blended at the roots, lighter ends, and smoothly natural are all descriptors of balayage hair. Wonder undone, cool surfer girl hair," "Approximately like you spent a summer at the beach." The balayage technique is used to achieve a very naturally blended, lightened appearance, and while you are typically associate balayage with becoming blonde, the same method can be used to create caramel, espresso, or even pastel strings.

Unlike traditional balayage

Dissimilar to the traditional highlights, which use foils, balayage includes painting onto the hair with a brush dipped in lightener. "It's a kind of freehand highlighting technique," "Through making the use of sweeping motion, it generated a soft, multidimensional, and natural looking highlight." Colorists use their brushing method to paint sweeps of vertical highlights onto the hair with strips of cotton or saran wrap coated between each section, which protects the application by avoiding any color bleeding or spotting.

Varied results for balayage

Despite best balayage in New York coming on the scene in the '70s, it didn't surge in popularity in the US until somewhere around 2010. "earlier than balayage, you might be still doing a traditional, classic foil appearance. Whereas both balayage and traditional foil highlights are application techniques that target lighter hair, they have varied outcomes.

Should You go for balayage or foil highlights?

Balayage renders a multidimensional highlight, which can appear more natural because it produces different levels of lightness. Traditional foils provide a more uniform and even finish, creating a single-dimensional highlight. You would think when choosing a method, it all relies on the client's hair and what their desired look is. For most 'high contrast' looks, you can use a foil in some sort of way to lock in heat and make sure lightness.

However, the highlighting options don't stop there. Just similar to balayage and traditional highlights is a common request for lightened hair, whereas balayage is used to obtain more of an all-over color from roots to ends, appears to be perfectly grown-out hair color. Its color slope typically goes from darker roots to lightened ends with little to no color implemented near the roots.

The advantages of best balayage in New York

Appear to be more natural than traditional highlights: The nature of balayage is to paint particularly to the hair of a person that suits her the best and he/she should go for selected strands and blend them with your natural base. As an instance, balayage looks much softer than traditional foil highlights, which are inclined to have more obvious lines of demarcation.

Low-upkeep cost: Since the lightened strokes are painted on so softly to obtain that natural look, they leave no trace of rough, blunt lines or obvious regrowth, enabling for more time between your appointments.

Color is less possible to bleed: Through balayage, colorists use a obstacle between their sections to prevent the layers of bleach from touching. The advantage of using cotton or saran wrap in between sections is to hinder the lightener from bleeding, which could create a blotchy dye job. When the foils are placed too close, it could leave what's called a "bleed," or a spot of bleach that's leaked onto the hair under the foil, and that can be complicated to fix.

Less harm: Since balayage in NYC doesn't involve saturating your entire head of hair in bleach (as is the case with double-process), you use less bleach and thus get a lightened look with considerably less damage to your hair.

According to the experts, your natural hair color and its tones (e.g. warm, neutral, or cool) will influence the outcome of your balayage. "Many times people with very dark hair can pull very red/orange warm tones when getting balayage done. "If you’re the one who like warm tones, then balayage is certainly for you.” The hair can turn insolent more promptly than with traditional highlights (on the basis of your natural hair color)."  signifying that with even the slightest drop of warmth in your color, it could be very easy to achieve your desired tone with the best balayage in New York.

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