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John Ashbery

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Mamma mia | chapter three

listen to: Gimme!Gimme!Gimme! - Abba (Movie cover) | Save your tears - The Weeknd (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. For this chapter fainting, sexual assault

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As soon as you stepped out of the Uber, you had a feeling that tonight wasn’t what you’d expected. 

The sound of the loud music and chatter filled your ears, and the smell of alcohol and weed hit your nose. Your brows pinched as you gazed back at James. 

“Are you serious?” you asked as you gazed at the house. 

It was a college party. People were doing keg stands in the backyard, you could hear them counting and cheering for whoever was doing it. There were boys in the entrance with sunglasses asking people for money, eyes roaming the bodies of the girls that desperately wanted to enter, and people puking on the front lawn while their friends laughed. 

“Are you serious?” you repeated as you glared at James. 

James stared at the scene while Augustine grimace as she saw another girl puking. God, the music was so loud, the police were going to bust this in a matter of seconds. 

“Relax,” James said. “We’re twenty-three, not fifty,”

“And they are like fifteen,” Augustine said as she scrunched her nose slightly. 

“We said this summer was going to be messy,” James said as she took a cigarette from her purse and placed it on her lips.

“Fun, we said fun,” you narrowed your eyes at her. “We could’ve gone to the Hard Deck,”

“Next time, now come on,” James said as she took a hold of your hand and pulled you to the party. 

As you walk up to the front door of the house, where a group of people is huddled together smoking cigarettes, you winced when you felt your heels sticking to the mud in the front lawn. 

“I wasn’t promised this!” you complained while James snickered as she let the smoke out of her mouth. James only smoked when she was at these types of parties, she knew you and Augustine hated the habit but she couldn’t quite quit it. 

“You’ll thank me later!” she said before she walked up the porch. 

James talked for you to the guys wearing sunglasses, even though it was past 10:00 pm already and the sun was nowhere around. 

Quickly, they performed their routine, eyes roaming your legs and then the short skirt you were wearing, the revealing tube top that let them a clear view of your collarbones. You quickly wrapped yourself in the oversize white dress shirt you’d chosen to wear while you glared at them. You felt so stupid with that bandage on your arm but you still didn’t give them much thought. Then, they gazed down at Augustine. With a nod at you, they let you pass, and you made your way inside. 

The room was packed with people, and you immediately felt overwhelmed. The living room is transformed into a makeshift dance floor, and people are jumping and swaying to the music. Screaming and whatnot, you try to move in the sea of what surely were intoxicated college students. 

“What do we do now?” Augustine shouted over the music. 

James shrugged as she took in the scene, the Monalisa smirk that was perpetually drawn on her face lit up, and she gazed back at you. 

“Whatever we want!” she replied, finally grinning before she took off. 

You watched her as she went to a table where people were taking shots and playing beer pong. Augustine and you held hands for a second as you stared at the scene. 

“I’ll get us something to drink!” Augustine said with a grin.

At least Augustine didn’t leave you alone. At first. 

Augustine offered the drink she made with her amazing bartender skills, at least that’s what she’d said while beaming at you. You winced as you gulped down the drink, apparently a mix of pineapple juice with a triple measure of vodka. 

By the fifth drink, you weren’t too annoyed by the grinding idiots in front of you. The music changed eventually, and after a few drinks, Augustine pulled you onto the dance floor. Moving your hips to the beat you decided to let loose, it felt good to let go and have fun, even if you weren’t quite comfortable with the party. 

By your eighth drink, Augustine was teetered to a guy that had been gazing at her almost since your fourth drink. You lost her by your tenth drink, sipping on the red solo cup you closed your eyes as you felt the beat of the music, tracing your hands delicately over your body felt good, the satisfying buzz of the alcohol in your bloodstream, drinks clouding your thoughts. 

Calling Bob tomorrow. Definitely, that was your first thought, or you could’ve called him at that moment. Yes, that was your second thought until you recalled that you didn’t have his number. You pouted, eyes still close. You should’ve taken his number. This summer was the one you wouldn’t care about but you would remember, asking a guy for his number shouldn’t be badly seen. You needed to be different, you wanted to be different so badly, and you wanted to stop holding yourself back. 

By the time you felt the hand on your lower back and your eyes snapped open, you realized that you were definitely tipsy. Before you knew it, you were swapping the arm away from your body as you turned around with a frown. Tall and muscular, not a good smile, and definitely drunker than you. 

"Hey there, I don't think I've seen you around here before," he said, his words slurred. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

If this had been you ten drinks before, maybe you wouldn’t have said anything. You might’ve walked off from the makeshift dance floor, but you didn’t. 

“Touch me like that again and I’ll break your hand,”

You were definitely bordering on drunk now, you realized as you stood your ground but lost a bit of balance even if no one had touched you. The guy scoffed as his friends laughed at him. 

“Not my fault you’re wearing the shortest skirt around,” the guy said, towering over you as his eyes roamed your body. “Honestly it’s a fucking invitation,”

Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, anger rushing through your blood as you tilt your chin up to look at the Frat guy. 

“Like I would be interested in a guy with probably the smallest dick in the whole house,” you scoffed at him, eyes glued to his. Not backing down. 

That’s when you see it when you should probably give a step back because his eyes suddenly turned dark. Your lungs are burning up, hatred swelling your chest and then in the back of your mind, there’s a slight sense of danger. It’s drowned out by the drunken haze you found yourself in. 

Without warning, his hand moves towards your body, reaching and finally managing to graze the curve of your ass before hell breaks loose. Honestly, you aren’t sure what you were thinking. No one actually knows, because quickly pull a left hook and hit him right in the jaw, his head snapping to the side from the strength of your hit before you feel a strong set of hands holding you tightly by the shoulders while another one pushes you back to your chest and then gives the guy a second blunt to his jaw. 

“FUCK!” You screamed loudly before you could actually take in the scene as you held your injured wrist, letting your body rest against the strong chest that was holding you. 

“You ever touch her or anyone like that again and I’ll swear I’ll break your fucking nose,” 

There’s a slight Texan accent on his words, you can perceive it even through the pain and the drunken haze. It sounds like the first bite of a crisp apple, the way wood crackles under the fire, the pop of a champagne rock. It overwhelms you, pain and drunk buzzing, through it all, his voice is the one thing that keeps you grounded. 

“Honey, are you okay?” James’ voice made you snap your eyes open, only then did you realize that tears are running down your cheeks 

You bit your lower lip as you shook your head, the pain was thumping hard through your wrist, it felt like your heart had been dragged there. As if you were holding it with your right hand. 

“Javy, we may need to take her to the hospital,” James said as her chin tilted up to the person, Javy, who was holding you tightly against his chest. Closing your eyes, you realize that you didn't care that you didn’t know him, you allowed him to hold you, and for some reason it made you feel safe. 

“Is she okay?” his voice made you snap your eyes open, and there he was. 

You noticed his eyes first. You always noticed eyes first for some reason, they were green, the green that the water turns under the right light on a sunny day when the sun sets in the softest way possible, with no cues of orange or purple, just hazel and golden. His eyebrows were furrowed in a certain way, creases appearing in the middle of his forehead as he shook his left hand softly, probably because his knuckles were beating too from hitting the guy square in the jaw. A smile tugged on your lips as you watched him. 

He was older than the guys there, you could tell, even older than you. You estimated the late twenties, a worrisome feeling on the back of your neck asked why he was doing there if he was older but then you recalled James and you tried not to judge him immediately, Then, your eyes fell on his arms -his biceps-, toned and peeking out from the tight white shirt he was wearing. It passed through your mind that you were checking him out but how could you not, dangerous half-smirk, broad shoulders, tanned, tousled short blonde hair. 

You wondered if you stare at him too long. You could’ve blamed the alcohol but it was your body, you couldn’t help how it reacted to him. The sizzling heat under your cheeks, the way your heart stuttered for a second when his sea-foam green eyes fell on you, the way goosebumps erupted on your skin as he leaned closer to you, grazing your skin. But then that thumping pain on your wrist didn’t let you think anymore, you whined softly as you held it. 

“Who are you guys?” you whispered as you stared at him. 

“Honey, this is Jake and this is Javy,” James said as she took a strand from your hair and placed it on the back of your ear.“They are our new friends,”

You nodded slightly before tears began to stream down again, they knew their path already. Running through your cheeks, falling to your elbow, some running their way down your neck, into your collarbone. You weren’t sobbing by any means, it was one of those times when you couldn’t pull yourself together. It used to happen a lot when you were a teenager, you were perfectly fine but tears would be streaming down. You guessed it was the alcohol. 

“Are you actually okay?”Javy said as he let go of you slightly. 

Jake frowned, his eyebrows pinched. “She’s crying, of course, she’s not okay Coyote,” he said incredulously, quickly taking a hold of you when he realized that you were losing your balance. 

“Who’s Coyote?” you asked, as you leaned into his chest a bit, seeking warmth, everything was suddenly so cold. 

“Javy,” James said as she passed a hand through your hair softly, you whined. Everything swirled for a second, you closed your eyes as you nuzzled further into his chest. He smelled like oranges. Fuck, you were drunk. 

“That’s a stupid nickname,” you whined as you pressed yourself further into his chest. “I think I’m going to puke,” you sighed. 

Javy quickly glared at James who quickly bit her lip, a smile tugging in the corners of her lips as well as Jake’s. He glanced down at you as he took your arm softly. 

Your face was a performance. No, not from the crying or your pout, you were so beautiful it was hard for him to look away, it’d been hard since he first noticed you when James had pointed at you. Your cheeks were dusted with something shimmering and gold too, it sparkled like a mirrorball on the dancefloor. Even tainted with tears, Jake could see the spark, the way your long lashes struggled with the tears that fell down, the glassy look in your eyes. 

“She needs to drink water,” James said as you let another whimper, hushing you as she placed her forehead against yours. 

James usually didn’t act like that, it was all Augustine but sometimes, when she knew you were hurting, she was the most motherly of all. That’s how you knew that you really look bad.

“I’ll take her,” Jake suddenly said, quickly untangling you from Javy, and quickly pulling you towards him. He smelled like lemon and wood. The urge to vomit suddenly calmed down. You sniffed him, then worried about if he noticed. You hoped he didn’t.  

He did but he found it strangely endearing. 

“Are you sure?”James asked, there was a pointing tone to her voice. 

Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling further into his chest. Jake smiled slightly, as he gazed down at you and then he quickly wrapped his arms around you. You sighed contentedly. 

“I’m sure,” Jake said as he began to walk with you toward the kitchen. “Go and have fun,”

As soon as you reached the kitchen, the fluorescent light made a wave of nausea rise from your throat but all of the sudden, you felt him getting a hold of your waist. Before you could even protest, he took your body and placed you on the counter without any effort. For a moment you felt embarrassed, your eyes were still closed and you were way too whiny. It must’ve been vodka. Or the pain. For a moment you’d forgotten about the painkillers they’d given you earlier. 

You felt a bit disappointed in yourself. Tilting your head back, and closing your eyes, you exhaled a long fuuuuuuuuck. 

“What was that?” he asked. 

Opening your eyes, you stared at him offering you a glass of water. He was way too beautiful for his own good, you guessed. That smirk, god, he was so much trouble.

“Aren’t you the nicest cowboy?” you teased him, watching him through your lashes. 

A slight smirk tugged on the corners of his until a grin appeared on his face. It made your cheeks burn too.

“Here, something that won’t actually fuck your liver,” he said as he offered the glass of water. 

You took it softly from his hand, your eyes still trained on him. It’d to be the alcohol because you knew that back in New York you wouldn't have looked at him like that. The water felt good, the more you drank it, the more you thought you could actually see. The tunnel vision went away, the blurriness of it all dissipated, and nausea did too. The only thing that remained was the heat sizzling under your skin as you watched him, your heart stuttering when his eyes met yours in a certain way. 

You couldn’t read him, though. 

“Thank you for helping me with that douche,” you finally said, when you felt like your words wouldn’t stumble against one another as they rolled out of your tongue. 

Jake snorted softly as he passed a hand through his short blonde hair. “My pleasure, sweetheart,”

Without losing your balance, you jumped from the counter and left the glass on the sink. Always a perfect guest, he thought. Then you turned towards him, a curious glance beaming in your eyes as you stared at him, biting your inner cheek. 

“What’s your name?”

“Jake Seresin,” he said, there it is again, the slight Texan accent. “Yours?”

You tell him yours, he smiles as he hears it. 

“You have a stupid nickname like your friend?” you asked him. Maybe you were still a bit tipsy, you thought as you waited for his answer, hoping that you hadn’t offended him. 

You didn’t. He laughed, shrugging shoulders slightly. 

“Maybe,”

“Cowboy?”

“Nah, that isn’t original,” he answered, in a voice that neither confirmed nor denied whether this was true. You raised an eyebrow as you leaned a bit down, trying to move a bit. 

Often, when you were past a certain number of drinks, your body felt numb. As if your limbs weren’t connected to your brain fast enough, soon you realized that stretching might help. Even if it looked weird, you didn’t really care at the moment. 

“Then tell me, I’m drunk and hurt and you’re,” you stared at him, specifically at his eyes. You frowned slightly, following his line of vision, which ended up just under your collarbones. You scoffed. “You’re looking at my tits,”

You didn’t move though. 

“No, I’m not,” he said, still looking at them, focused. 

“You’re still doing it,” you rolled your eyes before you stood up straight, covering your body with your oversize shirt. 

He didn’t seem ashamed though, which in turn, didn’t annoy you instead, it almost made you smile. 

“I’m respectfully looking at your cleavage,” he finally said before meeting your eyes again. 

You rolled your eyes. “God, you guys are all the same,” you said as you strode away from him. Part of you wanted to find August and James and get the hell out of there, another part wanted him to stop you. 

He did. 

“No, no, no,” he said as he caught your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “I swear, I’m not,” he said. 

Lemon and wood, you tilted your chin to look up at him through your lashes. Hyperfocus on the way he held your wrist for a second, firm and soft at the same time before his hand snaked down and interlaced his fingers with yours. 

“Yeah, sure cowboy,” you said before offering him a slow, catlike smile. 

Jake bit his lower lip as he stared at you. 

“Just dance with me, you’ll have a swell time and realize that I’m nothing like that guy,”

“I need to be very drunk before I do that,” you answered. 

“I think we got that solved, darling,”

With glassy eyes and pink cheeks, you allowed him to circle you in his arms and pull you forward into the crowd of bodies. Matching the sway of your hips, you dance throughout the night. The music fills the room like water, seeping into every corner. It must be the drink or your state of mind, but every nerve in your body is glowing with heat you didn’t know you possessed. 

A deep sense of faith fills your chest. Everything led you to this, to be here with him, to be held by him. To feel like this. He’s warm and you close your eyes the more you dance, every breath you take is jumping back and forth between a content sigh or a laugh. An electric jolt spread through your body each time Jake touched your skin as you danced. Soon, James and Javy joined you on the dancefloor, then Augustine with her beau of the night. 

The night passes seamlessly. Drinking a bit more, dancing until your body is sweaty, you don’t recall doing anything else. At least, until James finally announces that the party has died and that you should go home. It’s ten past three in the morning when you guys manage to arrive at your place by walking and screaming old songs. 

“Even though the guys are crazy, even though the stars are blind,” Jake and Javy sing along as James, Augustine and you are looking at them, smiles drawn up on your faces as you stare at the two best friends holding each other by the shoulders. 

“If you show me, real love, baby. I’ll show you mi-i-ine,” you sing along now, Augustine and James holding your hips as you walk. 

“I can make it nice and naughty,” Jake and Javy sing, soon Javy is wrapping his arms around James, holding her tightly against him as he sings on the curve of his ear and neck. 

“Be a devil and angel too,” Augustine, Jake and you respond, you feel Jake holding your waist, you try not to blush anymore but you can barely control your body. 

“Got a heart and soul and body,” James and Javy sing as you reach your place. “Let’s see what this love can do,” Augustine sings as she takes your keys and opens the door to your place. 

“Baby, I’m perfect for you,” all of you scream as you enter your place. 

James announces that Jake and Javy will be sleeping downstairs and that you girls were going to sleep upstairs and alone. Jake and Javy groan at the statement but truly they didn’t put up much of a fight, though you see the way Jake gazes at you but you’re too tired to even make a pass on him. Your body aches with every step you give as you climb through the stairs and reach your room. 

You’d left your window open before you left, the moon is shining bright, and the moonlight enters your room just in the right way to allow you to discard your clothes without turning on the light. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand fill your room. Moonlight kisses your bare chest as you discard your top, as you discard your skirt leaving you with just your panties while you look for your oversize shirt. 

Suddenly, you hear a noise. Snapping your hair towards the door, covering your chest fast, you see him standing in the frame of your door. He’s squinting but he’s still looking at you until your eyes meet his and he quickly looks away. You frown. 

“What are you,”

“I’m not looking, I swear,” he said. 

You raise an eyebrow, he’d already given you a good look, at least at your ass but you don’t mind as you quickly take your shirt and put it over your body. 

“Weren’t you going to be down,” you said but he cut you off. 

“Jamie came for Coyote,” Jake explained as his eyes remained closed. “I honestly don’t want to listen to my best friend having sex, can I just crash?” he asked. 

His voice is soft and genuine. You stare at him, his eyes close, his jeans discarded, he’s only left in his boxers, shirtless too. For some reason you trust him, you know he’s not going to try anything. With a sigh, you walk towards him and take his hand softly, pulling him inside your room. He allows you to, opening his eyes to see you closing the door. 

“We aren’t sleeping together, okay?” you said as you turned towards him. 

“Okay,” he answers. 

With a nod, you guide him to your bed. He accommodates into the small bed fine, you allowed him to go first given that he seemed already half asleep and you honestly didn’t care much which side of the bed he took, you were exhausted. Swiftly, you collapse on your bed with a pleasant sight, though, it’s hard for your limbs not to stumble with Jake’s. 

He notices it right away, hyper-aware of your body heat, of how you feel. He wants to blame that he drank a bit, but he knows he just wants you close, quickly he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You allow him to, melting into his touch. You stare at him softly. He’s so beautiful.

For a second, your chest is hot as you trace with light feathers touching his face and his collarbone. Jake hums softly at the actions, allowing his eyes to drift shut, too tired to look at you but his chest is so full with the fact that you allow him to hold you. You were thankful that he allowed you to drink the sight of him. 

“Jake?” you whispered. 

“Darlin’” he responded.

Rising a bit from his chest, your lips covered his. It was soft, it wasn’t urgent or starving but it was so purposeful. He cupped your cheeks as he held you closer, you molded your body to his. Your mouth moves against him delicately, exploring each other, tasting each other. Vodka, lemons, honey, mint. It makes your whole body vibrate and you don’t pull apart until you finally remember that you can breathe. Softly Jake presses his forehead against yours. 

“Thank you,”

SEVEN YEARS LATER. 

You’d fainted before. One time, due to alcohol, seven years prior. It strangely didn’t feel as different as you were feeling now. Now, even though you were completely sober, you still felt a pounding headache as your eyes fluttered open. 

“She’s waking up,” someone says. Opening your eyes slightly, you found the source of the hushed voice. It is raspy and velvety. A little bit stronger than before. “Give her some space,” he says.

Squinting your eyes meet his stunning caramel eyes. He looks way older now but strangely you feel the same way as he stares at you with concern clouding his features. Your limbs tingling, cheeks warming up, taking deep breaths. Is as if your body remembers him better than you do yourself. Feeling the warmth of his hands on the back of your neck is enough to send goosebumps erupting on your skin. And then he smiles, his pink lips, that characteristic smile that you often see on Inés. 

“Please, tell me this is a nightmare,” you groan slightly.

Rooster frowns for a moment before he smiles again shaking his head at your comment. “It is nice to see you too, Honey,” he teases. 

The way your name drops from his soft lips is enough to make you realize that this is for real, that he’s here again. Holding you. Without knowing that you have a child, a child that, 

“Oh no,” you whine, closing your eyes. Wishing he would be gone. It’s childish, you know it. In such a vulnerable state though, you feel like you can be yourself with him even after all these years. 

Rooster shakes his head with that smile. “Missed me that much?” he teases as he helps you stand up, he moves your body easily. Maybe easier than before, he has grown so much in the last few years. 

You glare at him as you finally sit down on the floor while you close your eyes again. “Forgot how annoying you were,” you bite back. 

He chuckles, his eyes gleaming as he watches you. You hadn’t changed that much from the day he met you, you were still as beautiful as the day he’d met you in this same place. You seemed different though, he wasn’t sure in what ways, but he could feel it. There’s a slight sharpness on you now, you’re all edges now. He remembers how much he adored how you laughed, it always made him feel warm and tingly on the inside. He has been thinking about that sound since the day he left. 

“Here’s the glass of water,” another voice suddenly pops up from behind you. Snapping your head around you see him, those beautiful metal blue eyes. 

It is almost an involuntary move on your part but you can’t help yourself, the corners of your lips tug and a smile is drawn on your face as soon as you meet his deep ocean-blue eyes through his gold-framed glasses. Those doe-eyes really do it for you. He’d been in your dreams before, only in your dreams, you realized as you gazed at him. Bradley had been in a couple of nightmares, but nothing major. Jake was often the source of them. Bob, though, was nothing but kindhearted. The sight of him made you forget for a second how afraid you were of actually seeing him. 

And yet, you still answer in the same witty way that you know he used to relish. 

“Floyd, tell me the truth, was it too bad?” you ask him, your nose scrunching slightly. 

Bob’s lips tug into an unfamiliar smirk for everyone but you. Walking slowly, his steps bathed in confidence before he kneeled next to you, staring at you eye to eye, he answers. “I wouldn’t say it was awful,”

Bob didn’t have to say anything more, you know him like the palm of your hand. You can read him, even after years of not seeing him, you could always read him. He knew it’d been bad. You knew it’d been bad. Everyone in the damn place who was surrounding and whispering knew it’d been bad. 

“God, it was awful,” you say as you place your palms over your face, embarrassment creeping in. 

You instantly feel like that young girl again, so worried about what others might think. Under their eyes, for a moment you felt like you were twenty-three again. Twenty-three and lost. Twenty-three while thinking about a future that never came. 

“Come on, kid,” you hear Penny calling from behind, she was placing her phone in her back pocket. “Let’s get you to the booth,” she instructs.

Bradley and Bob nod as they hold your hand. You barely have to do any physical effort, between the two of them, you feel like a feather. People are still watching you from afar as you groan while sitting in the booth, Bradley and Bob watching you carefully, concern creasing their features. They both look older now that you have them so close, it’s strange, you’d kept them young for so much time in your mind that it made your throat tighten a bit. So much had happened and they didn’t even have a clue.   

“It wasn’t awful, by the way,” Bob says as he offers you the water again. You smile politely and you take a sip and watch them carefully. Even if their features had aged, their eyes hadn’t. You’d spent so many nights watching them, thinking about them, wishing they weren’t around, and now you didn’t even know if you should speak. 

“You’re lying but I appreciate you,” you say. “God, how long it was out?”

“Around 6 minutes?” 

Bob notices how your nose scrunches as you let out a long fuuuuuuuuck with your breath. You still did it, even after all those years. Looking away from them, you sip on your drink, your eyes moving even though you zoning out. You tended to do that back then, you hadn’t changed, an internal dialogue with yourself was something Bob wished he could be part of. 

“Have you eaten something today?” he asks. 

He knows you haven’t. He can see it, he knows -knew- you so well. He could detect these things, he could tell when you hadn’t eaten, when you were in a mood, when you didn’t sleep. You remember he did. Wishing you weren’t so transparent in front of him, you look down, away from him. It feels like you’re under a microscope under his gaze. 

Wondering how long would it take him to notice that you were keeping something from him. Though, he never found out. 

You shake your head. “I didn’t sleep either,” you explain. 

“Honey,” Bob says, shaking his head, slightly annoyed. 

It’s almost as if you could hear him telling you that you have to take care of yourself. He said it back then. You took his advice, you didn’t only take care of yourself but of Inés too. You’d change. Bad habits though, don’t leave you that easily.  

“Wait, do you know Bob?” Bradley suddenly asks. The puzzlement in his features is enough for you to know what he’s thinking. Racking his brain, trying to understand why Bob and you know each other so well, why there’s an ease to your conversation, why it seems like you know Bob as well as you know Bradley. 

Bob frowns at his question. He turns to Bradley with the same hint of discomfort in his metal blue eyes. “Do you know her?” he asks. 

One time your mother said that you were lying to yourself. Self-sabotage she later called it, delusion was another word that came up too. You were good at it. So very good that you often didn’t realize when you were doing it, like when you were twenty-three and in a messy love square and you were telling yourself that you could’ve avoided the consequences of it. You’d lied to yourself to the point that you didn’t believe anything could go wrong. The longing for living without the responsibilities and the pressure you’d felt since you were a child was one hell of an excuse for your behavior. 

It wasn’t anymore. You’d grown out of it or at least, self-awareness. Now, you were good at realizing you were lying to yourself. Even more now as you watched the two pilots, the creases on their foreheads, the way they were racking their brains trying to put the puzzle of how you knew each other in order. Maybe they’d met each other recently, a detachment, you argue with yourself even though you know exactly how they know each other. 

“Do you know each other?” you ask, your voice soft, eyebrows raised as if to act surprised. 

They turn to you and nod slowly, they are still confused. They are still inexplicably in awe that the girl that was probably the one that got away for them knew one of his friends. They are still trying to see if the times when they were spending late nights at a bar, talking about girls and past loves, they were talking about the same person. 

“We were at Top Gun together,” Bradley says first.

“Yeah, seven years ago,” Bob continues. 

“Oh,”

All of you fell into silence, a silence you could only describe as tricky. It was tricky to pretend to be surprised, it was tricky to even raise your eyebrows enough to make it credible, it was tricky to believe that their minds weren’t already turning, that their frowns weren’t becoming deeper as the seconds pass as if you didn’t notice the spark of confusion in their eyes. 

Rooster noticed first, at least he was the one that made it more obvious. His nose scrunched slightly as he frowned. 

“Wait,” Rooster repeated raising a hand as if I ask you to slow down. Bob turned to him, clocking exactly what was 

Rooster actually asking. “How do you actually know each other?”

“I was going to ask the same thing,” Bob continued. 

“Well, we,”

Someone suddenly gasped so loud that the three of you quickly snap your head towards the door. James felt like a tsunami sometimes, she would swarm the place, drown it quickly in her state of emotion. She burst into the Hard Deck as her eyes scanned the place before they found you. A wave of relief washed over you as you moved away from the booth, still feeling a bit woozy, and walked towards James who quickly engulfed your body into a hug. 

“Penny called me,” James says out of breath, pulling away, grasping your shoulders, searching your face. “I came as soon as I could. Why did you- Have you not been sleeping well?”

“Jamie,” you answer softly as she placed her hand over your forehead. But she was on a roll, her maternal instinct spiked in the last few years, especially when Inés was born. 

“I’m actually going to murder you if you don’t go to that Doctors appointment that I’ve been chasing you about, god!” she says loud

“Wait, James,”

She rolls her eyes. “I know what you’re going to ask. I didn’t leave her alone or bring her, I thought that I was going to go in an ambulance with you. August was home, she stayed with-,”

“THANK YOU!” you yell, quickly cutting her off before she mentioned her name. 

James frowns only turning deeper as she searches your face. You don’t have to say anything, over ten years of friendship was enough for both of you to know each other well. Her gold-freckled eyes moved from yours, her head tilting slightly as she took in the view of Bradley behind you. 

“Oh,” she says softly. “No, no,” she muttered mostly to herself. You didn’t move though, you wish you could’ve but you just freeze, looking away from Bradley as he walks towards both of you. 

Bradley speaks first, confident as ever. “Nice to see you, James,” he says, you can taste the smirk in his words. 

“What are you doing,” she begins but then she sees Bob walking towards her and you can feel her face dropping. 

“Oh my god, is that,” you turn towards her as you see Bob timidly smiling at her. The smile on James’ face is too bright and big for Bradley to ignore as she walks towards Bob. “Bob Floyd,”

“Didn’t think you’d remember me,” Bob says softly as James places a hand on Bob’s shoulder. She has a wide grin as she examines him. You stare at the both of them, Bradley too, too perplexed to understand what’s going on as you feel your cheeks heating by the second. 

“My dearest Rober, how could we ever forget you?” James says the grin is bright and the subtext is right there. James doesn’t have to say how she remembers Bob that well, it has been a running joke between the three of you since that summer. 

She shouldn’t mention it, though, at least not in front of Bradley either. 

You turn away, the warmth on your cheeks getting harder to undermine as Bradley’s eyes are fixed on James’ and Bob’s interaction. Thankfully, Penny strides towards you, interrupting whatever next line James would say. 

“Ready to go to the Doctor?” Penny asks as she holds your shoulder, squeezing your shoulders affectionately. 

You shake your head. “Penny, I’m so sorry for everything,” you say, voice trembling as you press your lips together. 

“No, no,” Penny says as she caresses your cheek. “Please let me know if you’re okay,” she says. “Let me know if she’s okay,” she tells James as she walks towards you, finally leaving Bob and Bradley behind. 

For a moment, you feel safe. 

Until Bradley speaks again. 

“Shouldn’t she stay longer?” Bradley asks. He’s worried but also, you know deep down that he wants to know more about you, he wants you to stay. 

You frown. “She is right here, and she’s not a kid anymore,” you say. 

It’s meaner than you meant it to sound, but you can’t help the bitterness it comes out. The nausea comes again, what if they found out what you’ve done? What if they find out?

“And she’s got to go,” James says as she takes your hand and pulls you away from Bradley and Bob, who keep burning holes in your back as you walk out of the Hard Deck. 

But then you hear both of them, at the same time, turning towards them. The smile on both of their faces, the way they loved you back then, everything comes back. 

“It was nice to see you, Honey!”

author's note: I'm so excited to listen to your thoughts!

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[seodami]

Black Kimono | KYS

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none maybe mentioning of bare skin

Word count: 948

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x fashion design student!reader (gn)

Note: I love Yeosang and I love sewing so that just clicked and this came out!!! Also I got inspired for this by their Halazia dance practice for MBC 2022 where Yeosang rocked his black Kimono! I love his casual style there and maybeee sew it for myself 👀…anyways, watch Halazia! It’s so so good.

„It’s finished…“ you breathed out, sweaty hands clasping the piece of clothing, you just finished making. Hurriedly, you cut off the access threats and held it up in front of you, letting out a squeak of pure euphoria. It did take a toll on you, sewing this Kimono since you only just started your fashion design journey in university and therefore needed some time to figure all the different settings on the sewing machine and serger.

„Yeosangie, come look at this! I’m finally done!“ you screamed through your apartment while making your way towards your bedroom, expecting to find your boyfriend in it.

„Are you really?“ you heard his excited voice before he almost crashed into you at the door. You both couldn’t help but giggle as your hand sneaked around his biceps to drag him back into your bedroom. Full of pride, you held up the black piece of fabric. It wasn’t something special or difficult but still, Yeosang looked at it as if you just created the Monalisa.

„Wow y/n…“ he uttered out, fascination written across his whole demeanor. His hands gently grasped the wide sleeves and stroking further to the silk trim you added around the front. He sent you a bright reassuring smile, going straight into your knees, making them feel wobbly. „I love it. And you made this just from scratch?“ he asked you, still eyeing the black Kimono. You nodded, unable to stop smiling.

„Thats amazing.“ he whispered, now his arms circling around your waist to pull you closer in. „You did amazing, love.“ a shiver ran down your spine, your heart racing a hundred miles per hour. He pressed a lasting kiss on your cheek and jaw, clasping your work even tighter, unable to hold all the love for this boy inside. As you looked up, you gifted him with your most adorable smile, making his heart melt and breath catch in his throat. He could see the little dimple on your cheek and leaned down to memorise it with a tender kiss on top.

„You have to try it on!“ you mumbled into his chest, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric of his sweater. „Can I? I don’t want to destroy it…“ he muttered, eyes sparkling.

When you send him an enthusiastic nod and an assurance that he won’t destroy anything, he removed his sweater and let you slip on the Kimono over bis bare back. You couldn’t stop yourself from gawking at his beauty, fingers lightly grazing his warm skin in the process. He send you a quick pointed mischievous look over his shoulder, making you grin and his ears burn.

He adjusted the Kimono slightly and then turned to look at his form in the tall closet mirror. His mouth was agape as he turned and swirled around, seeing the light fabric flow beautifully and organically around his body.

And all you could do in this moment was standing there, fists clung together in front of your heart, and feeling absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden wave of love. For yourself and sewing and designing and first and foremost for Yeosang. The adoration you felt for him in this moment was indescribable. You wanted to capture this moment forever, never letting his radiant smile go away.

„You are gorgeous…“ you muttered, your eyes meeting his. He closed his eyes for a moment, coming over to you once again, pulling your frame in for a heartfelt hug. „I love you so so much, I just need to let you know.“ he whispered, nuzzling his nose inside your freshly washed hair.

You felt your eyes starting to wet and a knot beginning to form in your throat. Unable to say anything without starting to cry immediately, you just nodded repeatedly in his chest while he kept on caressing your hair with such an amount of care.

When he pushed you slightly away to get a look at your face, you could almost hear his heart break. Quivering lip and big glistening eyes letting him know just how emotional you are right now.

Cooing, he carefully wiped away the first thick tears, flowing down your cheek like small rivers. You smiled through your sobbing, bringing him in for a hug again. „Don’t cry please…you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, honey.“ he gently rocked you back and forward. You nodded and crooked out a ‚thank you‘, making him smile lovesickly at himself.

„I love the Kimono so so much, you know that?“ you nodded again, now looking up at him again. Tears all over his torso now. „I made it for you. It’s not perfect and maybe a bit uncomfortable but-„ he cut you off with a soft kiss on your lips, eyes big.

„It’s absolutely perfect. Alone that you made it makes it a million times more valuable for me. Thank you, my love.“ teeth clashed as you both went for a kiss with full grins, leaving you a giggling mess afterwards.

„I will wear it everyday! Just wait.“ he declared proudly as you were watching a movie later that day, making you chuckle at his support. And indeed, he did wear it to his practice, while shopping and as a lounge fit at home. And even in his latest dance practice video, you recognized the all well known kimono.

Yeosang would always be your number one supporter just as you are his. This is what thrives your relationship and makes your love for each other grow day by day.

[roses-bah-garden]

hi!!

we’re hoping for lvl4 for an introject of jules from euphoria named julie. very hyperpop, hyperfemme aesthetic

thank you so much!!

here you go! hopefully this is accurate to source, i haven't seen it :(

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

jules (euphoria), hyperpop, hyperfemme ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; julie [& other options...] jewel, liv, sophie, monalisa, ellie

pronouns ;; she/her, queen/queens, glit/glitter

age ;; 18

species ;; human

gender(s) ;; hyperfeminine, trans woman, primadonnasong

orientation(s) ;; bisexual (fem preference), hypersexual

role(s) ;; appellisian, sensual reliever

source ;; euphoria

sign-off(s) ;; ✨💊

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appearance ;; skinny and almost frail. long platinum blonde hair. pale blue eyes. pale skin. enjoys feminine clothing, graphic eye makeup, and complex layered fashion. see below for picture.

personality ;; eclectic and extroverted. she has a rich inner life and is incredibly creative. queen is bold and somewhat impulsive. she has an upsetting past, but is working towards healing.

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likes ;; drinking, smoking, sexual activity, hyperpop, dancing

dislikes ;; white noise, silence, needing to rest

possible front triggers ;; sexual activity

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cisid(s) ;; cisharmed, cistransphobiavictim, cisforgetful, manic pixie dream girl, cisPTSD, artistic

transid(s) ;; transhyperpopartist, musid, transbimbo, permahighschool, transalcoholic, permadrunk, permahigh, perma18, glitteramian, transglittertears

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; sadomasochism, autobiastophilia, autonarkobiastophilia, fictophilia, autodacryphilia, open to anything!

[itsmayaflor]

Tagged by @retiredtothebriars to list five songs I'm currently listening to <3 and hoho, I've only been listening to brazilian queer-funk-brega-noise-electronic music lately, and I have so many feelings about it, so strap in for more than a list and some really specific recommendations:

• Amor Sem Lei - Matheus Carrilho

he is the papai of queer brega("corny"), if you like this one then listen to everything by him and his collabs

• Arregaçada / U can't touch this - Banda Uó

band with papai and other two insanely good musicians, all the fun you need in your life is in this band

• Jenga - CHAMALEO

a gay who does really good noise music, if you like kpop, then welcome to the genre of latino musicians they are copying everything from ( I say that as a kpop fan who gets pissed off at the white european names in every song production ). another queer poc artist that I always feel the white producers putting their dirty colonialist claws on is Urias, can't recommend her enough if you like noise music or vogue dance or lyrics that make you feel gosebumps from how powerful they are

• Phonk-me -Jaloo

Jaloo is everything, I am not exaggerating. she is self produced and the narrative and visuals that her three albums follows is so consistent and strong, if I think about the underlying theme of northeastern migration issues in my country I will cry, they feel extremely personal to me, and she does all of that with the most well written poetic lyrics and still talking about what really matters; eroticism, sex and depravity. this last album is a masterpiece, with songs like "I want to see you come while you make me cry" and also the last one "the big city will kill me" tying in with the bright eyed rose colored view of a newcomer northeastern immigrant perspective of the big city and the first aggressions suffered in the first album. all of her albums are also masterpieces, so I cannot recommend her enough. and I'm going to see her live tomorrow for the first time in an eras tour and will cry about it.

• Monalisa - Deize Tigrona, JLZ

thia song makes me feel so much and will probably be my most played song of the year, the lyrics, the narrative, the way that the second verse hits different when the production adds more to it. the afro-futurism of it all. and I don't even need to say anything about Deize because if you know anything about the history of Brazilian Funk from Rio then you know her, Icon.

and if you somehow vibe with any of these songs and want to listen to more like it, I'll like my on repeat playlist here 💕

and I'm terrible at tagging and this was just supposed to be a simple list lmao but feel tagged by me if u want to do the long or short version💗 except my beloved @happyprinceling you have to do this I am tagging you, you are bound to it now. what have you been listening to, shame should not be a factor in your life.

[atinyjules]

NCT DREAM IMAGINE MASTERLIST

Female OCs

The Mini Dreamies (dad au)

MARK

How I met your mother - Dad!Mark

Watermelon gummies - Badboy!Mark

RENJUN

Monalisa's sister - Dad!Renjun

Because I owe you - Badboy!Renjun

JENO

My Ballerinas - Dad!Jeno

Punches and Motorcycles - Dad!Jeno

Fearless - Badboy!Jeno

HAECHAN

I just knew - Dad!Haechan

Hop on - Badboy!Haechan

JAEMIN

Shh! - Badboy!Jaemin

Strawberry Milk - Dad!Jaemin

CHENLE

Laundry - Dad!Chenle

Slow dance - Badboy!Chenle

JISUNG

Like brother like sister - Dad!Jisung

Sparkly - Badboy!Jisung

More on the way

[smokefalls]

We laugh and we dance until the sun goes down. From a distance, we must look like a coven of multicolored witches.

Iván Monalisa Ojeda, "Sabrina's Wedding" from Las Biuty Queens (translated by Hannah Kauders)

[slowlykrispypeanut]

for @geniusbuilttm and @ninjaneonleon

more head cannons because that's what I live and breathe for . and today it's songs, because I do have some that I say: "this suits a character x", of course it's just my opinion and to be honest I'm not the best person when choosing music. but here is my list of songs that at the moment I think suit the characters of sur-rise .

Souvenir by Bump of Chiken is a song that I have been very interested in in recent months and I see this song being sung by Yuichi.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7qOsSOpiL3R8RKyiBtIYNQ?si=yHhuzzdVTiqui5JOGrtqLg

You are ready to read in the third season, I see him listening to it on his cell phone on loop and feeling completely identified

https://open.spotify.com/track/0iNZGC211wst3VjtobNnC5?si=XnZTfzLaQGu5jYwPIKHjoA

This is for everyone, the lyrics are beautiful I swear.

https://open.spotify.com/track/6IbBwWpu581kUM3zWuaIeQ?si=iq1v_W45R3iutPW8leaPGg

I see Ralph singing this song and thinking about Monalisa.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7JJmb5XwzOO8jgpou264Ml?si=Qo5aWZklSVG5WfRrhP538A

Yuichi both in the present and in the future of CJ

https://open.spotify.com/track/3P7e3UbstClscX6Sx67tRV?si=lvIIw7nPQoWkGQJuLoZrYA

I read about the future for her deceased husband, and whoever knows the background will agree with me that if Leo lived at least a year longer than Yuichi, this song is very him.

https://youtu.be/U5t9iszQUok?si=6XBAxa9V8wu4R_1A

I like to imagine a night of caraoke with Yuichi, CJ, Juan, Mona and Cassandra singing this song at the top of their lungs.

https://open.spotify.com/track/67Zrgf1AUktvq39nMq0k5M?si=-d7lpPwtSvOxSaJRCNa-OQ

for the chaos twins, and all co. bloodlust

https://open.spotify.com/track/6xlOnm5MITIKtixzJW8R0j?si=mhzTSFShS3-RMhZe5cmPjA

For CJ baby

https://open.spotify.com/track/0vMBqdJIkmflvFk728hKH7?si=nX2GEc7UTS23RBXEe08mcg

For leo and yuichi

https://youtu.be/xpwSawGFo-Y?si=J91_AyW3I67ft0kO

leo and yuichi from the future or mona and ralf

https://youtu.be/GZrddJPGp1I?si=vREUAB-jVH1uDzUg

a small section of songs that I think Leo and Yuichi would like to dance together.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4kbj5MwxO1bq9wjT5g9HaA?si=1DStM0DuQueybS12yb7Yww

https://open.spotify.com/track/0iQ77tSa7ncj7zBPtVx6cU?si=AF2SqSrJRMSkv2zk1q5NoQ

https://open.spotify.com/track/4Tt6GiWS2V9sQjZjS2xjp2?si=IYDMONzKTAurzZLfsvz4Og

https://open.spotify.com/track/0qt5f5EL92o8Snzopsv0en?si=7rIsSFrXQlGtJf40XVT5pw

https://open.spotify.com/track/2RlgNHKcydI9sayD2Df2xp?si=xtFWMnA1QK2rUUnXNjWapw

https://open.spotify.com/track/630sXRhIcfwr2e4RdNtjKN?si=XVbykG8wRLqKli-mZZ-3ig

and obviously I need an animation of this scene and the previous scene with Yuichi and Leonardo from the future with Donnie being Gobber the Belch.

https://youtu.be/vzn3FFBK2oY?si=8tn7V-nEka2VQaR5

and that's all for the moment. Personally, I think it fits at least one.

[cemeterylaned]

brain not want to write so bullet points

- simon meets monalisa like right before he decides to make abouthat

- or beginning of senior year but probably before

- monalisa new student at school and it's so weird she is virtually unsearchable and it makes him insane. no pictures of her online, and the only ones that do exist she doesn't even look at the camera or they're blurry. she has an instagram @monalikethepainting

- she moved from northern california! she's in a band! she plays electric guitar! she's artistic! she paints, writes, draws, sings, dances, yearbook! she's like all the muses in one!!

- simon knows she's coming and looks!! and digs anything he can about her but he's mad. he can't find anything!! only school journals about a band with her in it named hopeless romantics and it's so annoying he complains to janae and janae is like leave her alone she's good and simon is like no she has to be shitty everyone is. also what kind of name is monalisa like she's a fucking painting

- but he meets her and they have lunch together because he wants to know clues to look for her but she's so. nice and offers her lunch and they talk about having a peanut allergy "is that peanut butter? thanks but i'm okay" "it's not. i actually have a billion allergies" "oh okay. weird you'd offer me your lunch" . also okay maybe she is a painting. whatever. shut up

- either she knows absolutely nothing or she hears things and is like oh well. i don't know i've known you for like five minutes i think you're okay i guess . i do hear you're an asshole though but i don't think so

- they have journalism together and they talk sometimes. it's sickening now nice she is but it's such a genuine change of pace to have someone so disconnected from the 'typical high school experience' of being online

- but simon is horribly depressed and has been. janae knows this and also thinks it's annoying how bright and sunshiney mona is but simon was somehow less insufferable after journalism sometimes. and janae feels like she has been talking him off the edge for years

- "i literally can't find anything about her. it pisses me off" "why can't you fathom every nice person isn't fake" "because it just can't be right"

- mona invites him to poetry reads or to hang out at her house and usually no one is home because they work. they watch movies or she teaches him to play music or they write. she absolutely insists she isn't in love with him but she is. her sister is a senior and her boyfriend also hates simon (threatens to kick in his teeth regularly) (her sister's name is ginerva. monalisas full name is monalisa demoiselle hughes. humiliating)

- she is his biggest cheerleader and hates that she makes him think. (abouthat route) asking him why he does it and why it matters so much because high school is so small and trivial but he hasn't known anything else. he was never popular but when he wrote people hated him. and he's been so mentally unwell. and then there's her. but he can't fathom the idea of admitting it out loud

- he abandons abouthat partially mostly because his time is. occupied with her and he isn't around other people (in the route he does keep it or do it)

- people bug him about not writing anymore and he says he's busy. he picks up guitar and sings with her and their little band is just the romantics. he says because he doesn't feel hopeless with her. they're just """"good friends""""" . she tells him she felt the same way at a point where he wanted to die like he did. it makes them both really unwell and. it makes him mostly unwell because living past high school feels surreal and now its summer.

- summer to san franciso. mona apologizes in advance because its gross but they go to san jose and santa cruz and meet her other bandmates. weird. he feels out of place but in the right place at the same time. everything feels right!!!???

- simon and mona senior year. homecoming. janae clowns on simon because they match. janae warms up to mona but only because they're polar opposites. she never wears darker colors but they wear dark green and people are like god who is this guy. is this not the same guy that leaked the post about everyone cheating on each other or started fights . homecoming just as friends. it's getting harder now.

- simon mona talent show with their little band. simon mona spending more and more time at each others houses. mona's sister's boyfriend no longer wants to kick his teeth in (most of the time). they're so grossly comfortable with each other it's second nature to follow each other home but more often than not they're at her house because his house feels cold and unwelcoming . he sleeps on their couch because her sister would blow up a building if they shared a bed

- janae is like dude. are you okay and he's like no oh my god i have not felt love or compassion from anyone except you and you're gay. this girl is ruining my life and i can't make it stop because she makes me wanna throw up and delete social media and never touch it again and lay in the sun and think of nothing else and i can't imagine killing myself now because i don't know how i can think of leaving her and our little band and heaven knows i'm miserable now because she's all i can think of

- janae clowns on him. edgelord . please tell her you like her. he's like no that's the problem i am in love with her and it makes me nauseated

- no. i'm good. what the fuck do you mean you're good you are not well simon.

- abouthat (if that's the route) gets wiped off the face of the earth and he like clears his entire social media and it's similar to mona's. no notifications. he doesn't bother with anyone's business. people still beef with him. but. he's like yeah that was douchey. i thought it was better to have people know the truth rather than not and i didn't approach it right. (i also think this would be the apology tour if he kept it a secret that he wrote for abouthat and she found out but this is his enlightened apology tour)

- mona simon applying to colleges together. haha what if we went to the same one. haha i would be so happy. haha. ha.

- senior trip to disneyland!!!! ahahah!! janae is like not thrilled to third wheel but . she's like just tell her. oh my god you both make me sick.

- simon says no thank you. fireworks with mona before they go. i'm really glad i met you. i'm glad i met you too. they both feel it but no one will take the plunge. they fall asleep on each other on the bus

- prom prom prom. they know theyre going to the same college. they opened their acceptance letters at the same time. prom!! she convinces him to wear florals and they look so cute together. janae can come too. she wants to throw up. cheesy prom pictures. she keeps asking when is the time right and he's like i don't know.

- they drop janae home late as hell and he comes to drop her off and shes like. just stay. it'll be like any of our other sleepovers. but it really isn't and they share her bed and fall asleep face to face holding hands. wake up. oh my god

- he leaves because he's like dude fuck this is too close. graduation is soon. we have exams and i cannot admit to her i like her. she wakes up really sad because she can't admit to him because it'll ruin their friendship. things are weird. janae is like why are you being emo again dude what the fuck

- i slept at her house and held hands and fell asleep talking about our feelings but i don't want to fuck it up. bro you are fucking it up right now

- finals and exams. nervous glances in journalism looking at each other. she is SAD. sad. like she cried sad. she cries easily and he knows that from movies and talks but she looks like she had been crying for days. janae bullies his ass again. go fix this or i'm gonna put my foot up your ass. ok fuck

- meet me at our spot. cafe bookstore called writers block. she doesn't answer he just shows up snd hopes she comes. he waits. and waits. granted he was early. she comes and she just looks sick. hey. hey. are you okay? i don't know. why did you leave? i was scared. scared of what? waking up there with me? no. then what simon. what. i don't know. i have never felt cared about the way you and your scary ass sister snd her boyfriend care about me. there's janae but you know. yes she's gay. i know simon.

- okay well. you make things not hopeless and i really do think i was going to kill myself and now i don't or can't imagine doing it now. and it's weird if you told freshman me i'd be in some two person band or picking colleges and going to dances i'd tell you you're fucking insane and that isn't who i am because everyone is fake and nobody can be honest. but you were. you were honest. and nice. and shared your stupid edamame with me and told me you were allergic to peanuts. our epipens looked the same. i thought you were too good to be true and i think i love you

- i love you. i hate that you left and i've been waiting for over a year to tell you i liked you or loved you because i didn't want you to think of me differently if you didn't like me that way. i was sick to my stomach you left without a word.

- i know. i'm sorry. i love you.

- i love you.

- graduation and college!!!!!

[cato-of-blamesociety]

#TheCarters | #LOVEHAPPY | #remix | snippet/teaser | #32weeksMixtape

Throughout this process, my wife has been my greatest strength. #love is a gift I am grateful for each day. I made alot of mistakes along the way, and yet she still sees my #heart ❤️‍🩹

Link to prior release👇🏾

Link to #32weeksMixtape👇🏾

#Everythingislove #beyonce #jayz #tour #beyhive #paris #france #lemonade #444 #collaboration #albums #blackart #dance #art #thelouvre #niggasinparis #addiction #spirit #condition #tragedy #lamenting #monalisa

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BECOMING OF THE BEING :

When love falls in love with itself, it knows no gender, it knows no religion, it knows no geography, it knows no caste, it knows no creed, it knows no societal bindings, it knows no limitations. It is sheer love and infinite. That state is called the subtle in harmony with the gross. One does not have to struggle then. Life flows. Desireless and selflessly love loves love and becomes being. Then whatever one touches, it becomes GOLD. So what is the structure of this POTENTIAL rising as TRINITY that creates the gross? and how can we return back to this subtle so that the ISNESS becomes the BEING? Trinity is the interlacing of COGNITION, ACTION AND DESIRE into a summation that is PURPOSEFUL (desire less / selfless) since the LOVE IS IN LOVE with LOVE through our BEING or through FORM of the MANIFEST. Such love creates, sustains endures and breeds peace harmony abundance happiness and a CLASSY LIFE full of TRANQUILITY . Tranquility comes to those into whose mind all desires enter as streams enter the immovable ocean of waters, not to him who anxiously courts desires. Such strength comes when one becomes love from the core of its being - the core is the tetrahedron center right in the living space and aligned with the being space and fed from the subtleness center complete harmony with the essence.

Examples of such perfect alignments are city of Prague, The Structure of Pyramid, The Human Temple in Luxor and the Painting Called Monalisa. The unbounded subtle becoming the bounded being but in complete harmony as depicted in the da vinci painting called Vitruvian man . Mozart's music is another example of the subtle traits of art, music, dance, architecture and human form playing the cosmic dance of the light, sound and vibration ( time ) manifesting as a complete and perfect harmonic of the subtle.

As in Micro, so in Macro. The whole exists within the minutest particle and the minutest particle contains the whole. The atom contains the universe and the universe contains the atom, and neither exists without the other. Creator exists within creation, even as creation exists within creator. As Above, So Below. As Below, So Above. To accomplish the wonders of the One only thing . When inner space and outer space resonate together in harmony then peacefulness, vitality, health, prosperity, and dynamic, ecstatic creativity become the natural order and effortless experience.”

Achieving peace is a global as well as local problem, and that, global civilization, at its very core, believes and accepts that Nature's design is based on scarcity -- despite the scientific evidence manifesting this century, instructing us that, in fact, sufficiency, or plenitude, is the "normal" condition in Universe, and by extension, on earth.

Nations, and societies, built on a belief in scarcity, are ancient in their origins, and dominate, globally and locally, the way life is conducted at every level. Competition is the dominate strategy employed to secure and insure both short term and on-going survival in a presumed (wrongly) resource-scarce (not enough-for-all) environment.

A meshing and integration in optimally potent ways, of our new understandings of plenitude with the globally dominant and omni-present, scarcity based and driven, economic and political systems is critical, if there is ever to be a truly enduring and self-sustaining global peace.

Accruing proofs of, and ready access to, plenitude and sufficiency, have potentially profound and ameliorative effects on the quality of life for virtually the whole of humanity. Along with the new understandings, there needs to be created new ways of organizing and conducting our affairs and efforts--so that sufficiency-for-all becomes the new operational reality.

HOW CAN THE BASIC TETRAHEDRON GEOMETRY OF THE UNIVERSE BE DEPLOYED TO BRING ABOUT THIS CHANGE AT INDIVIDUAL AND GLOBAL LEVEL .

As you may be aware, we are fresh and new every moment.

Every year - About 98% of the atoms in your body are replaced. Every 6 months - Each of your finger and toenail grows from base to tip. Every 120 days - Your RBCs are completely replenished. (The average age of red blood cells is 120 days.) Every 28 days - Your skin renews itself. Every 14 days - Your stomach produces a new layer of mucus or it would digest itself. Every 10 days - The average life of your taste buds. Every 48 hours - Any loss of blood (even due to blood donation) is replenished. Every 24 hours - Your blood travels 60,000 miles on its journey through the body. Every 24 hours - A man’s testicles manufacture 10 million new sperm cells – enough that he could repopulate the entire planet in only 6 months! Every 30 minutes - Your body gives off enough heat (combined) to bring a half gallon of water to boil. Every minute - Your single blood cell makes a complete circuit of the body. Every minute - You take about 15 breaths and replenish the oxygen in your body Every second - 15 million blood cells are destroyed in your body.

Let us remember,

1. We are never the same between any two moments and the new moment does not come once in a year. As a wise man said, you can't step into the same river twice. 2. It takes the interaction of 72 different muscles to produce human speech. Hence let us take care of every word we utter. Let us be kind and pleasant in every of our utterances. 3. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our ears never stop growing. Hence let us listen more and more and more. 4. With every thought we have an option to be a new and fresh. Here nature does not give us a choice. 5. We are what we eat and hence exercise kindness and mercy. Try to be a vegetarian.

May this journey in evolution of awareness start from today. May we realize that this awareness/consciousness is the almighty.

I wish you to be aware of every moment as a new moment, every breath you take to breathe a fresh lease of life into you, and every thought results in peace, prosperity, health and happiness.

May 2024 help us all to progressively evolve into this journey of awareness. May this be the start of "The becoming of a being".

[thommi-tomate]

I was tagged by @thomas-mvller to list 10 songs I've been obsessing with lately , THAN YOUUU 🫶🏽🫶🏽 I love this games 🙈💓

No specific order:

Cure for me - AURORA

Cuéntame tu vida - Caifanes (this song is literally me)

The night and the lie - HANCE

Monalisa - Lojay

Пластинки (Plastinki) - Дурной Вкус (DURNOY VKUS)

Hoch - Tim Bendzko

Fremder Planet - Andreas Bourani

La máquina de vapor - Mecano

Yona Yona Dance - frederic

Ça balance pas mal à Paris - Michael Berger , France Gall

Tagging: whoever wants to do it 🙈💓

[axdently]

𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻, 𝑺𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺, 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

To CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FERAL MIND grows a little stronger. They are a TIGER shade aligned to THE ORDER OF ATH. For THIRTY-SEVEN years, they have survived a world of magic with both their AFFECTIONATE + HEADSTRONG and CATTY + SUPERFICIAL reputations. They work as a TIGER HEAT CLUB OWNER & AN AMATEUR FOOT MODEL, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to KEEP HER SISTERS SAFE.

─── 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

Listen up, babe, because this is who you are, and we’re only saying it once – you're a whirlwind of Moira Rose and Carole Baskin energy wrapped up in one explosive package. The town knows you as that Alimjan sister with a reputation, the one who sent her husband packing ( six feet under ), Julien Degraves, in the most enigmatic way possible. Your realm is Tiger Heat, a haven where music and magic collide, but you're not just a host –you’re a ringleader of inclusivity, welcoming grass kids ( you know the kids who used to sit in the grass during lunch and hiss at people ), and the black sheeps of the family. The world's a stage, and everyone is going to dance, and celebrate or you’ll scream !! But that's not all, Lottie. You're not just a queen of the night; you're a fashion icon too. Clown Couture? Yeah, that's you, turning glitter into art and sequins into a lifestyle. And those three LITERAL TIGER cubs? More than family, right? You're the lioness to these little tigers, fierce and protective. Here's the kicker: You're the big sister, the eldest among Dottie, Dollie, Rosie, and Josie, but oh boy, you definitely channel that mama bear energy. Let's not forget your temper – a warning sign for anyone daring to get on your bad side. So, Lottie Degraves, you're a tsunami of glitter, fierceness, and unpredictability. A showstopper, a sister, and a force to be reckoned with.

─── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

NAME: Charlotte Lottie Degraves NICKNAME: Lottie DATE OF BIRTH: January 28th GENDER: she/ her HEIGHT: 5’6” MARKINGS: a mole on her big toe TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: her ears DECORUM: she always has to stand out with pink fuzz, quirky uses of denim, boots that shine, & the occasional glitter business suit. She loves to accessorize and you bet your bottom dollar that her tiger cubs ALWAYS match.  SCENT:  a minty trace of catnip, bubblegum cigarettes & Elizabeth Arden’s White tea GOALS: World Domination ✨ FEARS: Her grandmother POSITIVE TRAITS: Eccentric, Assertive, Talkative NEUTRAL TRAITS: Impractical, Confident, Curious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Scattered, Aggressive, Outcast ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon & Aries Rising ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil TEMPERAMENT: sanguine ELEMENT: air  PRIMARY VICE: Wrath PRIMARY VIRTUE: Temperance  TROPE: Attention Whore, Comedic Sociopathy, Drama Queen, Everything’s Better with Sparkles, Impractically Fancy Outfit, Large Ham, No Inside Voice, Pretty in Mink, What the Hell Is That Accent? INSPIRATION: She’s a mix of Moira Rose, Monalisa Saperstein,  Noho Hank from Barry & heavily inspired by Carole Baskin OCCUPATION:  Illegal Animal Handler, Amateur Foot Model, Owner of Tiger Heat and CEO of a small company called of Clown Couture LLC. RESIDENCE: A house on the hill that resembles a mansion, that is always open to her sisters, though they’d have to sleep on couches due to the extra rooms being flooded with clothes and accessories for both her and her tiger cubs. HOBBIES: acrobatics ( when she was younger ), golfing, animal rights, sewing ( she has a small passion for costume designing ), Shopping HABITS: always losing her purse, speaking in a trained Trans Atlantic accent, never using her inside voice, pointing out the obvious ( Don’t tell her not to look at your Ex at the bar, she will ✨ ), chewing gum harshly and sticking it under tables, zoning out in boring conversations, succumbing to her own narcissism

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

FERAL MIND

The user can tap into a primal instinctive state of mind, which can release an unstoppable rage that allows them to perform in vastly increased capacity, taking and inflicting damage that they couldn't or wouldn't in their normal state. In some cases, the user's mind descends so far into the feral state that, mentally, they are little more than wild animals. The intensity of Feral Mind is based upon which variations are in play one being relatively tame, to all three being unmanagable. 

VARIATION 1. ENHANCED AGILITY

User with this ability can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips, leap across rooftops, and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little to no effort. Agility is "the ability to rapidly respond or change by adapting its initial stable configuration", the ability to change the body's position efficiently, and requires the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes, strength, and endurance.

VARIATION 2. ENHANCED CLAWMANSHIP

Users, either innate or through training, are masters of wielding claws as weapons. The user is able to wield claws with great proficiency in brute power and close quarter combat. When it comes to wielding different weapons, the claws are the closest to hand-to-hand combat. User is able to climb and otherwise move effortlessly and smoothly on angled and/or vertical surfaces, able to take advantage of any handholds they find, no matter how small, on trees, rocks, walls, etc using their claws.

VARIATION 3. ENHANCED BITE

The power to have bite force greater than that of the ordinary. Users have an inhumanly strong bite, either because of sharp fangs/teeth, augmented jaw-muscle structure, etc. User can easily rip out/off the body parts from a target's body, whether it be the arms, legs, organs, head, spine, etc. Usually done by brute force, or can be done supernaturally as well.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

FEATHERED VEIL OF CHARISMA: This ornate feathered veil grants a +2 bonus to Charisma checks while worn. Additionally, once per day, the wearer can release a dazzling burst of colorful feathers, forcing all creatures within 15 feet to make a Wisdom saving throw or be charmed for 1 minute. TIGER QUEEN'S GLITTERING BOOTS: These knee-high boots are embedded with sparkling sequins and allow the wearer to cast the "Misty Step" spell once per short rest, teleporting in a burst of glitter up to 30 feet. SHIMMERING SUNGLASSES: These crescent moon-shaped sunglasses grant advantage on saving throws against blinding effects and can be used once per day to cast the "Suggestion" spell on a target. GILDED CHOKER OF ELOCUTION: This exquisite choker enhances the wearer's speech and presence. They gain advantage on Charisma checks related to persuasion, and their words are imbued with a subtle charm that captivates listeners. TIGER CLAW PENDANT: A pendant in the shape of a tiger's claw, set with a sparkling gem. When worn, it grants the user enhanced agility, allowing them to add a +2 bonus to Dexterity checks and saving throws. 6.GEMSTONE HAIRPINS: A set of intricately designed hairpins embedded with sparkling gemstones. When used to secure hair, they grant the wearer advantage on Performance checks for music or dance. ENCHANTED BANGLE OF EVASION: A bangle adorned with swirling patterns. Wearing it grants the user the ability to use the "Evasion" ability as a rogue, allowing them to dodge area effect spells and abilities. SATIN RIBBON SASH: A delicate satin sash that shimmers in different colors. When worn as a belt, it grants the user the ability to cast "Color Spray" once per short rest.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

COLOR SPRAY: A dazzling array of flashing, colored light springs from your hand. Roll 6d10, the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can effect. Creatures in a 15-foot cone originating from you are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures and creatures that can't see). MISTY STEP: Briefly surrounded by silvery mist, Lottie teleports up to 30 feet to an unoccupied space that you can see.

POTIONS

POTION OF GLAMOUR: Drinking this potion gives the user a radiant and captivating appearance, granting advantage on Charisma checks ELIXIR OF AGGRESSIVE ELEGANCE: This potion boosts the drinker's physical and mental prowess, granting a +2 bonus to Strength and Charisma for 1 hour. However, it also imposes disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws during this time due to their heightened self-assuredness. POTION OF CHARMED BANTER: After drinking this potion, the user gains the ability to engage in witty and flirtatious banter effortlessly. They have advantage on Persuasion and Deception checks for the next hour. TONIC OF SPARKLING ENERGY: This potion fills the drinker with boundless energy. For the next 10 minutes, they gain a fly speed of 30 feet and resistance to exhaustion. However, after the effect ends, they suffer one level of exhaustion. PERFUME OF ENCHANTING AURA: Applying a drop of this magical perfume grants the user a captivating aura. They gain advantage on Charisma checks and can use an action to release a burst of fragrance, casting "Calm Emotions. 6.TIGER BREW: Drinking this potion covers the user in a sparkling layer of magical glitter stripes. They become resistant to radiant damage, and any creature that makes a melee attack against them takes radiant damage in return.

[stackumbrellayamini]

Top 10 Hottest Bhojpuri Actresses of 2023

Top 10 Hottest Bhojpuri Actresses of 2023

India is a diverse country, and so is its film industry. There is a film industry in every region of India, based on language and culture. Punjabi, Tamil, Telugu, Bhojpuri, and Bengali are a few examples.

While discussing the Bhojpuri movie industry, Bhojpuri beauties are constantly discussed. The Bhojpuri film industry has several attractive actresses. With perfect body and beauty, these actresses are no less than any Bollywood actress. Let’s have a look at these sexy Bhojpuri actresses. Also, look at these top 10 most attractive Tamil actresses of 2023.

Table of Contents

Top 10 sexy Bhojpuri actresses  of 2023

1. Monalisa

2. Aamrapali Dubey

3. Kajal Raghwani

4. Akshara Singh

5. Rani Chatterjee

6. Namrita Malla

7. Nidhi Jha

8. Anjana Singh

9. Seema Singh

10. Mani Bhattacharya

Top 10 sexy Bhojpuri actresses  of 2023

1. Monalisa

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Antara Biswa is also known by the name Monalisa. She ranks among the sexy Bhojpuri actresses. Monalisa began appearing on television in 2016 when she appeared on Big Boss.

She has also made films in Hindi, Bengali, Telugu, Tamil, and Bengali, in addition to Bhojpuri. She also has a large Instagram following of fans.

2. Aamrapali Dubey

Aamrapali Dubey is an Indian actress who has appeared in many Bhojpuri films. Along with that, she has also done serials like Rehna hai Teri Palkon Ki Chhaon Mein, Saath Phere, Maayka, and Mera Naam Kregi Roshan. This Bhojpuri beauty is among the sexiest Bhojpuri actress.

3. Kajal Raghwani

This 32-year-old Bhojpuri actress has acted in many Bhojpuri films. She has also won the Bhojpuri best actress people choice award in 2016. Kajal has a fan following of 3.3 million on Instagram.

4. Akshara Singh

Akshara Singh is one of the highest-paid actresses in Bhojpuri cinema. Her beauty and charm are what make her fan’s heads turn. She started her career in 2016 and now she works as an actress, singer, dancer, and Tv presenter.

5. Rani Chatterjee

Born in 1976, Rani Chatterjee’s real name is Sabiha Shaikh. She is among the sexy bhojpuri actresses. Rani has appeared in many Bhojpuri movies and a web show named Mastram. Along with being a popular Indian actress, this Bhojpuri beauty is also a great dancer.

6. Namrita Malla

Namrita Malla is a Bhojpuri actress known for her fiery looks and amazing body. She has acted in many Bhojpuri films. Namrita was born in Mumbai, Maharashtra, and then shifted toward Bhojpuri cinema. This beautiful Bhojpuri diva is also an Instagram star.

7. Nidhi Jha

You must have known her from the popular serials, Balika Vadhu, Aahat, Sapne Suhane Ladakpan Ke, Addalat, crime petrol, Savdhan India, and many more. Along with being a popular tv actress Nidhi Jha is also a known face in Bhojpuri cinema too. She has acted and many Bhojpuri films and is also among the sexy Bhojpuri actresses.

8. Anjana Singh

Anjana Singh is a typical Bhojpuri beauty and a famous name in Bhojpuri cinema. Her movies and acting skills are what is admired by the fans most. This 32-year-old actress was born and brought up in Lakhnow, Uttar Pradesh.

9. Seema Singh

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Seema Singh is a great dancer and actress. She has appeared in more than 500 Bhojpuri movies. People also know this gorgeous diva as the ‘ item queen’ of Bhojpuri cinema. Her moves and dancing skills never fail to amaze her fans.

10. Mani Bhattacharya

Mani Bhattacharya is a beautiful and talented Bhojpuri actress. She has acted in many Bhojpuri and Bengali films.  Mani has made her Bhojpuri film debut with ‘ Zila Champaran’.  She is among the hottest Bhojpuri actress.

[natchatran]

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