#Soccer Mike x Artist Will

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If any of you know me from my tiktok and my Soccer Mike x Artist Will (AWSM) thingie

I have compeltly given up on tiktok the lagorythim is shit and it's impossible to find audios thta match

And I've started to think, why Dont I just recreate all of it but in comic style and post it here (or on insta)??

I mena its gonna be a long journey cuz there's a lot more to write

But i think little be easier on tumblr +the help with others, and I might tweak the story a bit to make it more character accurate

What do yall think :3?

The only art I have of them💀

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come and get your love || steve harrington x reader || part 3: monday at moretti's

part 3/?

word count: 2.8k

tw: swearing, mentions of death

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You tended to rank things in your mind to pass time: your current favorite musical artists, best ice cream shops in or adjacent to Hawkins, the teachers at Hawkins High, favorite books, et cetera. 

Currently, you were ranking the various stains on your work uniform according to how difficult it would be for you to get them out in the wash. 

Number three, pizza sauce: washes out surprisingly easy if you soak it in cold water first. Number two, grape juice: not a common stain for your work attire, but you had an unfortunate incident with a toddler and his unclosed sippy cup as you were placing his parent’s pizza at their table. And finally, number one, pepperoni grease: oilier than one might think, and the orange-colored liquid is a bitch to get out of your pale pink work shirt. 

“L/N would you mind picking up the pace a bit? We just got an order for five large pies, and you haven’t even finished saucing the previous orders yet. Gesù Cristo!” Mr. Moretti, the owner of Moretti’s Pizzas and your perpetually grumpy boss, snapped at you as he headed out back for what you assumed was his fourth smoke break that shift. 

There wasn’t much to do on a Monday night in Hawkins, as most places closed before the sun even got close to the horizon. Moretti’s was one of the few places open past nightfall, and thus you often received an influx of orders from tired parents looking for something easy to feed their kids after soccer practice or potheads with a bad case of the munchies around 7 o’clock each weeknight. 

You spooned sauce onto the circle of dough in front of you, thinking about the events of gym class earlier that day. Hearing the sadness in Steve’s voice as he spoke to Nancy caused a pang in your gut and a twist of your heart - guilt and something else…empathy maybe? You weren’t sure, and didn’t have time to rank the plethora of feelings you had at the moment because the bell that hung over the door rang, indicating the arrival of a customer. 

You exited the kitchen to greet them and see a group of kids, about thirteen or so, chattering about something as they approached the counter. You recognized two of them as Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair. They were friends of Johnathan’s little brother, Will, and Nancy’s little brother, Mike. There was a redheaded girl with them. You didn’t recognize her. She glanced around the pizza shop suspiciously, like she was worried someone might see her there.

You smiled at her, but she averted your gaze. Your smile faltered slightly, but you grabbed a pen and an order sheet and then looked to Dustin and Lucas.

“How are you guys doing tonight? What can I get for you?”

“A large pepperoni please,” said Dustin, grinning at you. “And don’t be afraid to load it up with extra cheese and sauce.”

Mr. Moretti turned the corner in that moment, returning from his umpteenth smoke break. “Extra cheese and sauce cost extra, kid. Don’t forget to charge him for that, L/N.”

“Sure, Mr. Moretti,” you sighed. After he had disappeared back in the kitchen, you smiled down at Dustin. “I think he can spare a few pepperonis and an extra scoop of cheese.”

Dusin and Lucas grinned at each other, and you thought even the redheaded girl cracked a little bit of a smile.

“Is that for here or to go?”

“For here, please. Thanks,” Lucas said, throwing a crumpled ten-dollar bill on the counter and telling you to keep the change before following Dustin and the redhead over to a booth in the corner.

You went back into the kitchen to prep their pizza. You felt a lot of empathy for those kids. You couldn’t imagine what it must’ve felt like for them last year. Will’s disappearance, his supposed death, and his return from the dead must’ve been traumatizing for them to go through. You didn’t have many close friends, just a few acquaintances from school, and Chrissy, of course, and the thought of losing them, even hypothetically, put a twang in your chest.

You then thought of your parents. You lost them both tragically about five years ago. Your mother, Rose,  had worked an unassuming job at Melvad’s General Store. She grew up in Hawkins and knew just about everyone in town. She always greeted everyone with a smile, and no one had even the slightest negative thoughts about her. Losing her devastated not only you, but the entire town. Your father, Alexander, was a medical researcher, and had moved to Hawkins to work at the lab. You never quite knew what it was he did there, and you could pinpoint your detective tendencies arising around the time you began old enough to ask questions about his work…

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EIGHT YEARS AGO

Your mother placed a steaming platter of mashed potatoes on the dinner table, and sat down next to your father. He was wearing his glasses, and frowning at a series of notes and diagrams that he had been leafing through for the past several minutes. You were eight, and playing with a friendship bracelet that Chrissy had made you. It was originally a bright F/C, but had since faded from sunshine and wear, and was now a paler version of its once bright hue. You heard your father sigh. You looked up from your bracelet and watched as he stacked the papers neatly, before placing them into his briefcase on the floor, and locking it.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” you asked. You could see by the expression on his face that he was frustrated.

“Nothing, sweetheart, it’s just been very stressful at work lately.”

Your mother scooped a heaping serving of mashed potatoes onto your plate, along with a piece of chicken and some spinach, before placing it down in front of you. You pushed the spinach to the side of your plate with your fork before shoveling mashed potatoes into your mouth

“What is your work?” you asked, mouth still full of potatoes.

Your parents both stopped, mid chew, and exchanged glances with one another. Your father picked up his glass of water, and took a swig before facing you.

“You don’t want to know about that, Y/N. It’s boring stuff, you’d fall asleep into your mashed potatoes if I told you.”

You giggled a little bit, but your mother seemed uneasy.

“Were you reading something for work at the table, Alexander?” she asked him, her eyes drifting to his locked briefcase that laid beneath his chair.

“I was. You know how busy I am, Rose. As much as we both don’t like it, sometimes I have to bring work home.”

There was a pause.

“I really don’t feel comfortable with you bringing research home,” your mother said, dabbing her napkin at the corner of her mouth.

“What research?” you asked, looking between your parents curiously. “What is it you’re bringing home?”

They ignored you.

“We’ve talked about this, Alex. The stuff that you’re working on is too dangerous take out of that lab, in any capacity.”

“The research is dangerous? Why is it dangerous?” your eyes widened.

Your father didn’t say anything and kept staring down at his plate. Your mother continued.

“See? And now Y/N is asking questions. I knew this project was going to infiltrate our family, I told you that from the beginning and that’s why I didn’t want you involved. And now that you want out of it it’s going to endanger our-”

Your father slammed his fist on the table before your mother could finish her sentence. He looked up at you. “Y/N, go to your room,” he said sternly.

“Why? I didn’t do anything!” you protested. “Why can’t I stay?”

“Y/N,” your mother’s voice was shaking. Whether it was from anger or fear, you couldn’t tell. “Just listen to your father. Go to your room.”

You got up from your seat and stomped up the stairs, slamming the door to your room for good measure. You closed the door to your room and threw yourself onto the bed, your heart pounding from the argument you had just witnessed. Your father's rare outburst had scared you, but even more unsettling were the hints about his mysterious and dangerous work. You could still hear their voices, muffled but intense, drifting up from the dining room. Curiosity flowed through you, and you crept slowly and silently to the door, opening it just enough to add clarity to your parents’ hushed voices. You knelt by the door, hardly breathing as you listened to their conversation.

"Alex, you promised me this project wouldn't come home with you. If the lab finds out you have data here, they could... who knows what they could do,” your mother’s voice was fierce.

"I know," your father replied. "But I'm close to a breakthrough. If I could just understand the energy signatures, it would change everything. We could enhance human capabilities beyond our wildest dreams."

"And what about the risks? The dangers? You know what happened to the last test subjects."

Your father sighed deeply. "I know. That's exactly why I'm working so hard. I want to make it safe. I don’t agree with their methods, but the energy and power we’re working with…it's... it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. It’s unpredictable. And I can't make sense of it all and figure out a way for the project to be executed safely without bringing some of the data home."

You could hear tears in your mother’s voice. “I can't lose you, Alex. And I can't let this destroy our family."

"I know," he said, his voice trembling along with hers. " I'm scared, too. I want out. I want to expose the dangers of what they’re doing, but I'm in too deep. If they find out... I don't know what they'll do. The most I can do now is try to keep what we’re doing as safe as possible."

“I just don’t want you endangering us to keep others safe.” Your mother replied.

There was a pause. A long one.

"I'll be careful," your father finally added. You could tell he was trying to reassure her, but he didn’t seem so sure himself. "I promise.”

You quietly closed the door and laid back on your bed. Lying on your bed, you stared at the glowing plastic stars on your ceiling, trying to process what you'd overheard. Energy signatures. Dangerous research. Human capabilities. It was all so bewildering. You didn’t entirely understand, but you knew that whatever it was your father was involved in, it was like something out of sci-fi movie, something beyond your wildest dreams. Something that could potentially endanger your entire family.

You reached for the faded friendship bracelet on your wrist, twirling it thoughtfully. Chrissy told you it was good luck. You desperately hoped she was right.

--

“L/N! Why are you standing around! Get those orders out to the customers, rapido!”

You hadn’t realized how deep into your memories you had gone. You were clutching your wrist, as if you had been searching for the friendship bracelet from Chrissy.

That memory was the last time you could recall discussing your father’s work. The next three years, you remember having to bite your tongue to avoid bringing up what you had heard. The lab, the energy signatures, human enhancement. Your father never brought home the briefcase again, at least not that you witnessed. His home office was always locked.

On December 9th, 1979,  your parents’ car had supposedly spun out when your father was driving your mother to work. The car was found, mangled around a tree and on fire.

The weeks following their death had been a blur. People you knew and people you didn’t all offering their condolences and bringing various baked goods. The funeral was at the church your parents got married at. White roses adorned their caskets, which remained closed. The Byers helped your grandmother move into your house. Your father’s home office stayed locked all the while. You only ate mashed potatoes.

You said something to your grandmother once, a few months after your parents’ death. You voiced a thought that had been circulating your mind since that fateful day when your father had brought home his briefcase.

“Did someone from the lab kill my Mom and Dad?”

Your grandmother sent you to a shrink after that. Her office smelled like cat pee and moth balls and she spoke to you in a tone so condescending that it made you want to throw something. You never said anything regarding your parents’ death to your grandmother again, and you never returned to the shrink. There was always a place in the back of your mind where you wondered if your parents death hadn’t entirely been an accident.

“TODAY L/N!” Mr. Moretti bellowed so loudly you jumped. He shoved a pizza pan in front of you and thrust his thumb towards the door. “Bring this out to those kids, now.”

You grabbed a towel to grab the hot pizza pan, and used your hip to open the door to the front. Dustin, Lucas, and the redhead were scrambling to get ready, collecting books and shoving them into their backpack. The redhead picked up a skateboard and was about to head for the door when she caught your eye.

“Oh, guys, pizza’s here.”

“Shit! Do you think we could get this in a box? To-go?” Dustin asked you. He seemed a little frantic.

“Yeah, of course just give me a second,” you answered, placing the pizza on the table.

“Dustin, Max, we don’t have time! We need to go, right now!” Lucas said, emphasizing the last two words. They were out the door in a flash, the bell on the door jingling as they went.

“But it’s already paid for!’ you called after them from the doorway.

You watched them leave, Dustin and Lucas hopping on their bikes and pedaling furiously. The redheaded girl, who you concluded must’ve been Max, skated behind them.

 You went back inside, trying to brush the incident from your mind and chalk it up to just kids being kids. As you returned to the now-vacant booth, you noticed a tattered notebook laying on the seat. It was adorned with a sticker that read "Hawkins Middle AV Club" prominently displayed on its cover. You picked it up, along with the pizza, and carried them both back to the kitchen where Mr. Moretti was grumbling about the state of his inventory. He glanced up as you entered, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"They left in a hurry," you explained, setting the items down on the counter. "Should I box up their pizza?"

Mr. Moretti scoffed “Those little shits better have paid.”

“They did, don’t worry.”

"Alright, then. Box it up. I’ll bring it home for my kids for dinner." Mr. Moretti then left the kitchen, not giving the notebook that laid on the counter a second glance.

You sighed, and boxed up the pizza to set aside. You glanced at the notebook again. No one else was in the kitchen, yet snatched it quickly and stowed it safely in your bag.

As you returned to your routine tasks in the kitchen, your mind began to drift. Detective tendencies at it again. What were those kids up to? Was something happening with Will again? Maybe it was related to Barabara Holland? At the root of these questions was the memory of your parents and your father’s work at Hawkins Lab, echoing like a haunting refrain.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful. You ignored the expletives Mr. Moretti shouted at you for being distracted and finished mopping the kitchen as quickly as you could. You walked to your car, slammed the door, and immediately dug the notebook out of your bag. The “Hawkins Middle AV Club”  sticker stared at you from the cover. You opened it and began reading.

Will

October 28, 1984: Will had a vision at the arcade today. I’m worried about him. It definitely has to do with the Upside Down.

D'Artagnan – “Dart”

October 31, 1984: Found what looks to be a baby pollywog in my trashcan. Kinda cute. Currently researching what he might be, terrestrial pollywogs only exist in South America and India. Could be a new species, Dustinis pollywogus.

You flipped through the pages, but there weren’t many in there. It seemed as though the majority of the pages had been ripped out. Other than the first page, the rest were blank. You closed the notebook and started your car. You drove home in silence, no radio, only your racing mind to keep you company. You knew that whatever those kids were involved in, it was intertwined with the mysteries of Hawkins—a place where secrets seemed to lurk around every corner, secrets your parents were involved in, secrets you were itching to figure out.

[riahlynn101]

Just wanted to say how much i appreciate your art and works. You write really, really well, and I’m no expert on that, but yes I can surely say this even as an amateur. You’re able to characterize the ones you write just in point, it’s as if you know them in real life, as if they were your friends or something. Please, keep doing what you do, I’m pretty sure there are a plenty of other people that enjoy your writing as much as I do. It’s so rewarding when I go to bed after a hard day and have one of your one-shots to read, it’s like I’m in another reality. Sorry if that sounds weird, I’m afraid I might sound a little crazy but I really like to encourage people, especially when it’s art related. Your art does touch people! And forgive me for any grammar mistakes, as English isn’t my first language

By the way, if that’s possible and if you would want to, would you ever do an schmelly one-shot about an “only one bed” prompt? It’s my favorite, I’d really like to see how they’d act. I know you don’t write smut, and I don’t want it either, so as long as you’re comfortable writing it, I’d really appreciate it 🥹

(AWWW <33 THANK YOU :D!! I really do appreciate that. I know I say it in a lot of my author’s notes, but I am really, truly grateful for all your guys’ support!!)

Sometimes I worry that my writing is trash. The plot makes no sense, or there are too many grammar mistakes, or the characters are…well….not in character. So, hearing that you like my writing makes me super happy :))

And it’s super kind of you to support/lift up artists and writers. There are too many people in this world that like to tear others down, so kudos to you for continuing to be kind and supportive <33

(And just as a little extra note: I think your English might be better than mine, and I say that as a native English-speaker. I mean that positively :D!! And I 100% guarantee that you write/speak English better than I could write/speak in your language, so take pride in that :))!!)

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Word count: 1,417

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced kidnapping, implied childhood trauma - but both of those things aren't the focal point of the story.

Summary: What do you get when you add a snowstorm, a (nearly) booked out hotel, and Mike and Vanessa needing a room?

Answer - a hotel room with only one bed!

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Snow as far as the eye can see. It comes down in clusters and catches on the wind, blanketing the ground in white. This isn’t abnormal for this time of year, and usually Mike and his sister waited for the first snowstorm with great anticipation. Her because it means Christmas is right around the corner. And Mike because it reminds him of Christmas’ past. 

This year, however, he’s stuck driving in it. A last-minute trip a few hours away and a surprise blizzard don’t really mix. Maybe if he would have checked the weather channel one more time this could have been avoided.

“We should stop for tonight,” Vanessa says, always the voice of reason (for the most part). “I think I saw a sign for a hotel just up the road.”

Mike squints his eyes, leaning forward. He’s going ten under the speed limit, and that’s the only reason his pile-of-junk car hasn’t slid into the ditch. “Okay, I think I see it.”

Somehow, they make it in one piece into the motel’s tiny parking lot. It’s crowded, and it takes him a solid five minutes to find a spot. Apparently they aren’t the first people to need a room for the night. 

“Do you think they have any rooms available?” Mike asks, gripping the steering wheel. The thought of bearing the cold is already making him chilly. 

Always optimistic, Vanessa smiles. “I’m positive they can squeeze us in somewhere.”

-x-x-x-

“You two are in luck,” the receptionist-the stereotypical midwestern soccer mom-says, looking at her computer screen, “we have one room left.”

Both of them sigh in relief. The idea of trekking back out into the cold was daunting,  and the idea of finding a different hotel is downright scary. 

“We’ll take it,” Vanessa pipes up. 

“Okey-dokey then. I just need you to sign here and date there.” 

As Vanessa signs the logbook, the receptionist passes over a key for the room. “Are you two married?” She asks, conversationally. Though, Mike knows growing up around these types, that she’s just being nosy. 

Vanessa shakes her head. “Oh, uh…no. Just friends.” 

The woman laughs. “That’s what they all say.”

Face turning red, Vanessa scurries away from the desk, keys clutched in her hand. Mike follows behind her, not trusting himself to not glare at the woman. 

They step into the elevator. “You okay?” He asks. 

Vanessa’s face is still red, but she seems otherwise calm. But he wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t at least try. She clears her throat, shrugging her shoulders. 

“I’m fine.”

The elevator doors open.

“So, what’s our room number?” 

Vanessa holds the key up. “Uh….says 204. And judging by the positioning of the light, the direction of the wind, and my knowledge of the polar vortex it’s down the hallway to the right.”

He stands there, dumbstruck. “Wow, you actually know our room number from all that?”

She stares at him for a solid minute, not saying anything. “Yep. I definitely didn’t listen to the lady downstairs, and didn’t read the sign right in front of our faces.”

Mike turns slightly, and sure enough there’s a sign directing people to their rooms on the wall. 200-220 to the right and 221-241 to the left.

“Huh,” he says. “Well, I never said I had good reading comprehension skills.”

Vanessa smiles at that, but quickly turns away. “C’mon, I’m really tired.”

Thankfully, the rest of the trip to their room is uneventful. The hotel is eerily quiet, which is weird given that it’s full tonight. But with their luck, the minute they try to get some sleep, everyone and their mother will be causing a ruckus. 

“This is it,” Vanessa says, indicating to a number plate on one of the doors. 

Mike sighs. “Thank god. It’s been a long day.”

The room is pleasantly warm and smells of mothballs. It’s kind of small, not that they were expecting much. A bathroom that lacks a shower or bath, a closet that’s full of cleaning supplies, and a TV stand that lacks an actual television. 

But the thing that gives them pause is none of those things. Instead, it’s the bed in the center of the room. The single bed. 

Single as in only one. 

They stand there in complete silence. Standing and staring. And then, staring some more. 

“Well…” Mike starts, “I can…take the floor.”

Vanessa shakes her head. “No, the floor’s probably filthy. I’ll take the chair over there, and you take the bed.”

He scoffs. “I’m sure I’ve slept in worse places. Besides, you paid for this room. So, you get to sleep in the bed.”

“But….you drove us all the way to Utah and back, so really I owe you.”

They face each other.

“But the reason we went to Utah was for me, so really I owe you.” Mike hates the idea of sleeping in the chair or the floor for that matter, his back has enough problems without adding to them. But he also has the advantage of being imbued with an unholy amount of stubbornness. 

Unfortunately, his opponent is Vanessa. 

“Well, I’m not sleeping in the bed,” she says, throwing her hands up. “So, if you don’t, then I guess it’ll just go to waste.”

“I guess so,” he shoots back. 

Vanessa rounds the bed, presumably to go sleep in the chair. (Another thing that there’s only one of.)

“What if…” he pauses, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea. Vanessa looks at him. “What if we shared the bed?”

“Share the bed?”

“Like I sleep on this side.” He points to the side closest to him. “And you sleep on that side?”

“Would you be okay with that?” Vanessa asks. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, waving off her concern. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m fine. It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Mike shrugs. “I mean as long as you’re okay with it, I’ll be fine.” And he would be. A lot of his discomfort comes from sleeping somewhere unfamiliar. Sure, he’s slept in a lot of different places, but never this far from home. After Garrett was taken, he grew to fear being away from his parents (and later Abby) for long periods of time.

“Okay,” she says, slipping off her shoes and climbing under the covers. She looks up at Mike expectantly. “Well?”

He takes a deep breath. “I have to call the house. The babysitter is probably expecting me back soon, and Abby will be upset if I don’t say goodnight.”

She nods, snuggling deeper into the covers. 

-x-x-x-

Mike slinks back into the room. Thankfully, both the babysitter and Abby understood his predicament. Abby told him goodnight - which was sweet. And then, she started teasing Mike about his apparent “crush” (like he’s in middle school or something), to which he hung up.

He loves his little sister, but sometimes she drives him up a wall.

He slips into the bed, curling up. The blankets are scratchy and the pillows are lumpy, but Mike would be lying if he said he wasn’t half-asleep by the time his head hit the bed.

Next to him, Vanessa giggles. 

“What?” He mutters, eyelids drooping. 

“Nothing. Goodnight, Mike.”

“Yeah….goodnight to….” Before he can finish his thought, Mike is fast asleep. And not long after, Vanessa follows suit. 

For the first time in a long time, their dreams are pleasant. 

-x-x-x-

Mike is used to waking up with someone hanging off him. It’s a natural part of being a big brother. First with Garrett-who he shared a room with-and then with Abby, who always preferred his company, even before mom died and dad left. 

What he’s not used to is the other person being taller than him, and having their chin rest on his head. 

He panics, jerking backwards. Sadly, the bed's not big enough for the amount of panicking his sleep-addled brain is doing, and Mike very nearly tumbles to the floor. At the last possible second, a pair of arms save him, pulling him back. 

Vanessa looks at him. He turns on his side, staring at her. 

Without another word, they go right back to snuggling. Sure, it might be awkward in the morning, but that would be the future-them’s problem. 

They fall asleep, curled up right next to each other. If their fingers wind up intertwined, or they end up snuggling in their sleep, well then, that’s no one else’s business but theirs.

[nightingale2004]

Twilight next gen: Jessica x Mike vers.

Justin Pax Stanley Newton

Faceclaim: Alex Lange

Justin is the son of Jessica Stanley and Mike Newton. He is also the big brother to two kid sisters Mckayla and Leslie

He works at Newton's Olympic Outfitters like his dad

He plays on the Forks High School football team. He is also on the swim team

He is a bit of a jock but is insanely smart and is a straight A student similar to his mom

Jessica is what she considers "A service to the community"

Jessica is literally involved in everything from neighborhood watch to event planner which keeps her busy and out of the house

Like both of Justin's parents, he is the most popular kid in school and also helpful to his small town community as well

He is also the coach of the football team's assistant

Justin's sisters both also play sports. Mckayla plays soccer, and Leslie does volleyball

Justin hikes and rock climbs like a pro and has been doing it with his dad and a few of his buddies since he was a kid

He is a softie for his sister's and often showers them with endless teasing and tickles (which they love)

Best friends with Angela and Eric's kid and considers her the only real friend he has while others like him because he's popular

Is also considered the class clown

Wants to be a pro football player or rock climbing instructor

☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■☆■

+ Angela x Eric vers.

Fallon Amara Yorkie Weber

Faceclaim: Lola Tung

Fallon is the daughter of Eric Yorkie and Angela Weber. She is also the older sister of her kid brother Julian.

Fallon and Justin have been friends since they were babies due to their parents knowing each other and Justin became like an older brother to her

Fallon's dad is a writer and works for the newspaper in Forks while her mom works as a photographer, and she is also her own boss

Fallon works at the Forks diner, where Justin and his friends come in a lot

Like Fallon's dad, she has a creative writing flame, and like her mom, she has a fantastic artistic eye

Fallon and Justin are complete opposites.

Justin is incredibly popular, social, and active, while Fallon considers herself a shy, introverted, artistic soul

Despite Justin and Fallon's differences, they both are close and thick as theives

Fallon is good friends with Jacob's kids and is invited to the rez a lot to see them.

Fallon loves reading about fiction, old legends, and the supernatural

Despite Fallon not loving sports or anything that has her doing anything physical, she oddly enough loves hiking with Justin, Kimberly, and Ephraim along with going to the beach and watching the packs play against each other with Justin in soccer

She also does yoga in the privacy her room, sometimes with Kimberly

She also shares her mother's lobe for photography

Fallon introduced Justin to Kimberly and her brother, which started out as tense but slowly started becoming a beautiful friendship

Justin and Fallon thought it was gonna be a normal new school year. That was until the new cullen kids came in and started bringing in supernatural drama that involved both Fallon and Justin

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just for fun, imagine this as the cast/contestants of an American adaptation of “Physical 100”:

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, actor/former pro wrestler

Martin Sensmeier, actor/model

Jason Momoa, actor

Adam Driver, actor/former U.S. Marine

Brie Larson, actress

Brandon Curry, bodybuilder

Christian Guzman, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Bradley Martin, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Kali Muscle, bodybuilder/actor/YouTuber

Nonito Donaire, boxer

Deontay Wilder, boxer

Mary McGee, boxer

Andre Ward, boxer (retired)

Lauren Taylor, CrossFit

Jocko Willink, former Navy SEAL

Cydney Gillon, IFBB professional figure and fitness competitor

Renee Enos, influencer/bodybuilder

Massy Arias, influencer/health and fitness coach

Jen Selter, influencer/fitness model

Lauren Drain, influencer/fitness model

Logan Paul, influencer/WWE wrestler

Jake Paul, influencer/boxer

Mike Trout, MLB

Bryce Harper, MLB

Mark Kolozsvary, MLB

Jesus Ferreira, MLS

Zach LaVine, NBA

Steph Curry, NBA

Seth Curry, NBA

Jimmy Butler, NBA

Jordan Clarkson, NBA

Jeremy Lin, NBA/PLG

Shaquille O’Neal, NBA (retired)

Brock Purdy, NFL

Patrick Mahomes, NFL

Jimmy Garoppolo (“Jimmy G”), NFL

Jalen Hurts, NFL

Joe Burrow, NFL

Josh Allen, NFL

Tyreek Hill, NFL

Phil Kessel, NHL

Becky Sauerbrunn, NWSL

Ariel Torres, Olympic bronze medalist in karate

Nevin Harrison, Olympic gold medalist in canoeing

Jennifer Valente, Olympic gold medalist in cycling

Andrew Capobianco, Olympic gold medalist in diving

Nathan Chen, Olympic gold medalist in figure skating

Alex Hall, Olympic gold medalist in freestyle skiing

Simone Biles, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Aly Raisman, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Gabby Douglas, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Sunisa “Suni” Lee, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Lindsey Vonn, Olympic gold medalist in skiing

Chloe Kim, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Nick Baumgartner, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Katie Ledecky, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Nathan Adrian, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Michael Cherry, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Rai Benjamin, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Athing Mu, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Katie Moon, Olympic gold medalist in track and field (pole vault)

David Taylor, Olympic gold medalist in wrestling

Nyjah Huston, professional skateboarder

Matt Ladley, professional snowboarder

Mia Fishel, professional soccer player (Tigres UANL Femenil)

Brian Shaw, professional strongman

Jerry Pritchett, professional strongman

Dom Gabriel (“Dom Cruise”), reality TV star (The Mole/Perfect Match)

Joey Sasso, reality TV star (The Circle/Perfect Match)

Kolohe Andino, surfer

Gemma Nguyen, stunt performer/martial artist (see: Gamology)

Noah Fleder, stunt performer (see: Gamology)

Vincent Bouillon, stunt performer (see: John Wick Chapter 4)

Chris Brewster, stunt performer (see: Daredevil)

Lateef Crowder dos Santos, stunt performer (see: The Mandalorian)

Danica Goodheart, U.S. Army veterinarian and NPC Figure competitor

Colby Covington, UFC

Julianna Peña, UFC

Stipe Miocic, UFC

Dustin Jacoby, UFC

Kelvin Gastelum, UFC

Beneil Dariush, UFC

Max Holloway, UFC

Cub Swanson, UFC

Matt Schnell, UFC

Tatiana Suarez, UFC

Rose Namajunas, UFC

Holly Holm, UFC

Breanna Stewart, WNBA

Candace Parker, WNBA

Roman Reigns, WWE

Dolph Ziggler, WWE

Alexa Bliss, WWE

Cody Rhodes, WWE

Ronda Rousey, WWE/former MMA fighter

Brock Lesnar, WWE/former MMA fighter

Mikhail Varshavski (“Dr. Mike”), YouTuber and amateur boxer

Cassey Ho (“Blogilates”), YouTuber

Adrienne Mishler (“Yoga with Adrienne”), YouTuber

Jeff Cavaliere (“ATHLEAN-X”), YouTuber/bodybuilder

[reportafrique]

Beyond Being a Trailblazing Telecom Brand: 5 Reasons Globacom Stands Out Among Others

Yes, the history of telecommunications in Nigeria cannot be complete without mentioning the trailblazing exploits of Chief Mike Adenuga’s Globacom. Since its establishment in 2003, Globacom has achieved the “impossible”, from the introduction of the per-second billing to the demystification of the SIM card acquisition, just to mention a few. However, beyond these great achievements, what really makes Globacom stand out among other telecom brands is its unparalleled giving-back philosophy. In the last 20 years of its existence, I daresay no company has positively impacted the lives of Nigerians across several sectors like Globacom has done. Here are five ways Globacom has distinguished itself as arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria: Globacom's Unparalleled philanthropy Globacom’s philanthropy initiatives are unparalleled as the Adenuga-owned telecom brand has continued to provide succour for less-privileged Nigerians. The lives of millions of Nigerians have been positively transformed through various promos, including Glo Festival of Joy Promo, Glo Overload, GloAllawee, Text 4 Million, Made for Life, Recharge to Stardom, 180 cars in 180 days, etc. Through these initiatives, many less-privileged Nigerians have become house and car owners. Reuben Okorie, a 48-year-old businessman who is one of the millions of beneficiaries of Globacom’s philanthropy, won a three-bedroom house in Abuja. The man who used to live in a one-bedroom apartment was overjoyed when he won a three-bedroom house in Abuja under the Glo Festival of Joy Promo. Globacom Supports Sports development Nigerian athlete Amusan, One of Glo's Ambassadors Globacom has made significant contributions to sports, particularly football, through various sponsorship agreements and initiatives. Notable instances include a ₦2 billion sponsorship deal with the Nigeria Football Federation in 2011, making it the official telecommunications partner and major sponsor of the Nigerian national teams. The company also sponsored the Nigerian league from 2003 to 2010 and resumed in 2013 with a ₦1.9 billion agreement lasting until 2016. Additionally, Globacom supported the annual Glo-CAF Awards from 2005 to 2016. To foster football development, Globacom also initiated the Glo Soccer Academy, a West African Soccer TV Reality show, aimed at discovering and training talented young footballers. The academy culminated in rewarding 16 outstanding players with significant prizes, including N5 million for the Most Valuable Player and N1 million each for the remaining finalists. These are just to mention a few. Globacom Supports Education development Globacom’s impact is also strongly felt in the education sector. The telecom giant, since its establishment, has been actively involved in developing educational infrastructure across secondary schools and tertiary institutions in the country. Additionally, Globacom has demonstrated its commitment to supporting African literature by sponsoring the esteemed Wole Soyinka Prize for Literature in Africa, a biennial award that recognizes the outstanding literary contributions of African writers, with the winning author receiving a prize of $20,000. Glo’s impacts on entertainment Go unveils Afrobeats artistes Chike, Asake and Kizz Daniels Globacom has also played a significant role in the Nigerian music industry by supporting and promoting local talent through various sponsored events such as Rock ‘n’ Rule, GloNaija Sings, Laffta Fest, X Factor, Slide and Bounce concerts, and Glo Mega Music. The company also honours African music icons through the Glo Evergreen Series and has contributed to the success of Nollywood actors by making them Glo Ambassadors with huge cash deals. Additionally, Globacom brought the world's largest dance reality show, Battle of the Year, to Nigeria, providing substantial cash prizes and opportunities for winners to represent the country globally. Support for MSMEs Globacom Supports SMEs Micro, Small and Medium Enterprises (MSMEs) are the backbone of any country’s economy. So, it’s not surprising that Globacom also prioritised helping the players in this sector. Globacom has empowered millions of SMEs in Nigeria as part of the fulfilment of a pact it signed with the Small and Medium Enterprises Development Agency of Nigeria (SMEDAN) in 2015. That’s not all. In December 2023, Globacom launched “Powering Ambition”, an innovative strategy deployed to bolster digital connectivity, especially for SMEs, through its submarine fibre optic infrastructure. And that’s still not all! Globacom also has special voice and data plans for SMEs tagged SME Biz Class, an innovative move to make business easier and more profitable for small entrepreneurs. While Globacom has undeniably left an indelible mark as a trailblazing telecom brand in Nigeria, its achievements extend beyond that. Its exceptional standing lies in its unparalleled commitment to giving back to society. Through extensive philanthropy initiatives, the company has positively transformed the lives of countless Nigerians, making a tangible impact on various sectors. The company's dedication to fostering positive change and uplifting the less privileged sets it apart, making it arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria over the past two decades. Globacom's legacy goes beyond connectivity; it is a testament to the transformative power of corporate social responsibility and a beacon for others to follow in truly making a meaningful difference. Clarion call to all Nigerians for patriotic support for our own. Read the full article

[kushblazer666]

this is the kind of thing i would post if there were something extremely wrong with me

Here is my list for the Top 75 albums of 2020. Despite what some people say, it was not a bad year for music.

75. Rory Ferreira – Purple Moonlight Pages

74. Lady Gaga – Chromatica

73. HMLTD – West of Eden

72. 070 Shake – Modus Vivendi

71. Amaarae – The Angel You Don’t Know

70. Nubya Garcia – Source

69. Bartees Strange – Live Forever

68. Beatrice Dillon – Workaround

67. Dan Deacon – Mystic Familiar

66. Taylor Swift – Evermore

65. Big Sean – Detroit 2

64. Jyoti – Mama, You Can Bet!

63. Beabadobee – Fake It Flowers

62. Coriky – Self–titled

61. William Basinski – Lamentations

60. LEYA – Flood Dream

59. Little Dragon – New Me, Same Us

58. Natalia Lafourcade – Un canto por México

57. The Smith Street Band – Don't Waste Your Anger

56. B.C. Camplight – Shortly After Takeoff

55. Napalm Death – Throes of Joy in the Jaws of Defeatism

54. Stephen Malkmus – Traditional Techniques

53. Medhane – Cold Water (He’s Cancelled btw)

52. Neil Young – Homegrown

51. Clipping – Visions of Bodies Being Burned

50. Black Dresses – Peaceful as Hell

49. The Strokes – The New Abnormal

48. Norah Jones – Pick Me Up Off the Floor

47. Angel Olsen – Whole New Mess

46. Deerhoof – Future Teenage Cave Artists

45. Tame Impala – The Slow Rush

44. Headie One – Edna

43. Childish Gambino – 3.15.20

42. Code Orange – Underneath

41. Bruce Springsteen – Letter to You

40. Jay Electronica – A Written Testimony

39. The Flaming Lips – American Head

38. Touché Amoré – Lament

37. Grimes – Miss Anthropocene

36. Lomelda – Hannah

35. Lil Uzi Vert – Eternal Atake

34. Jeff Rosenstock – No Dream

33. Caribou – Suddenly

32. Chris Stapleton – Starting Over

31. Mac Miller – Circles

30. Megan Thee Stallion – Good News

29. Soccer Mommy – Color Theory

28. Run The Jewels – RTJ4

27. Gorillaz – Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez

26. Deftones – Ohms

25. Chloe X Halle – Ungodly Hour

24. The Weeknd – After Hours

23. Jessie Ware – What's Your Pleasure?

22. Mystery Jets – A Billion Heartbeats

21. Yves Tumor – Heaven to a Tortured Mind

20. Open Mike Eagle – Anime, Trauma, & Divorce

19. Freddie Gibbs – Alfredo

18. Lianne La Havas – Self–titled

17. Dogleg – Melee

16. HAIM – Women in Music, Pt. III

15. Bob Dylan – Rough and Rowdy Ways

14. Thundercat – It is what it is

13. Taylor Swift – Folklore

12. Dua Lipa – Future Nostalgia

11. Fleet Foxes – Shore

10. Charli XCX – How I’m Feeling Now

9. Rina Sawayama – Sawayama

8. Adrianne Lenker – songs/instrumentals

7. The Avalanches – We Will Always Love You

6. Phoebe Bridgers – Punisher

5. Moses Sumney – GRÆ

4. Creeper – Sex, Death & the Infinite Void

3. Waxahatchee – Saint Cloud

2. Fiona Apple – Fetch the Bolt Cutters

1. Perfume Genius – Set My Heart On Fire Immediately

Other Great Albums

U.S. Girls – Heavy Light

Bombay Bicycle Club – Everything Else Has Gone Wrong

Moodymann – Taken Away

The Soft Pink Truth – Shall We Go on Sinning So That Grace May Increase?

The Microphones – Microphones in 2020

Róisín Murphy – Róisín Murphy

Bill Callahan – Gold Record

Mr. Gnome – The Day you Flew Away

Giveon – Take Time

Tennis – Swimmer

Kid Cudi – Man on the Moon III: The Chosen

Playboi Carti – Whole Lotta Red

Denai Moore – Modern Dread

Polo G – The Goat

Yo la Tengo – Sleepless Night

Illuminati Hotties - FREE I.H: This Is Not The One You've Been Waiting For

Dance Gavin Dance - Afterburner

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

CALM Release Day Prompts

Friday 27th March marks the release of the 4th album by 5sos - CALM and I’ve been waiting and anticipating this album for so long that it wouldn’t be right to not celebrate its release on here

Some of y’all who follow me might remember a couple of weeks ago when I did a similar thing for the release of Heartbreak Weather during which I dedicated an entire day on my blog towards Niall and producing Niall content

This Friday I will be doing the same but with 5sos - I’ll reblog posts, I’ll put out blurbs, headcannons, etc, and it’ll all be 5sos

With all the shit that’s going on in the world at the moment I know for a fact that I, for one, need a distraction such as this so I hope you guys will join in and not just in the requesting writing sector of this day - please just come talk to me about the album, give me your initial thoughts, your favourite songs, your theories on the days leading up to Friday, just please come and talk to me about it!

I’m posting this today because below are speech and AU prompts which you can use to request blurbs with - these requests will be open from now (Friday 20th, 11PM, GMT) until midnight on Sunday 22nd (again, GMT) so that I have a chance to write the requests you send in with the prompts as well as schedule some of the 5sos stuff I’ve already got in my drafts

I think this could be a really fun thing to do so I hope you’re as excited about it as me! 

And if you’re just discovering my blog for the first time through this post, please come and join in as well! I write for all the guys (though I currently have yet to write for Mike and only very limited fics for Luke but I love writing for them so please request!) and I also do poly!5sos stuff (i.e. poly!Cashton x reader is my fave tbh but I also love poly!Kayshton etc), if you have any queries about who I write for/what ships I’ll write for then don’t be scared to send them in!

Speech

“I love everything you hate about yourself”

“In the end we migrate towards comfort. I am my most comfortable around you.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“Please let me help you”

“I love you, of course I worry about you”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“How much did you drink?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“I do love you - I’m just not as good at it as you are”

“It was pouring and you ran off with our SHARED umbrella, leaving me to get soaked!”

“I just wanted to check that you’re okay? I mean… I know you stress bake and I appreciate you giving me food but… this is a lot of food.”

“What time is it there?” “We’re in the same time zone”

“It was only a matter of time before you got together, really”

“I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me?”

“What the hell is that and why are you wearing it?”

“You obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you”

“I wanted to tell you in person”

“I think I’m in love with you”

“I’ve been in love with you for years”

“Do you trust me?”

“I can’t handle another heartbreak”

“It’s my fault, really, for loving you and thinking you were capable of loving me back”

“I got the message - loud and clear”

“I didn’t think I’d settle down - especially not so young”

“I know I have a reputation but... remember what they say about people changing”

“You’re different - you’ve always been different to me”

“It’s just all such a cliche”

“Full disclosure - I’m strangely proud of my arse”

“You look stunning”

“I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

AUs

Frat Boy!AU

Werewolf!AU

Greaser!AU

Bakery!AU

High Society!AU

University!AU

Tattoo Artist!AU

King of Hell!AU

Neighbour!AU

Angel/Demon!AU

Bartender!AU

Soulmate!AU

Mob!AU

Football/Soccer Player!AU (or just a sportsman!AU, specify the sport if you fancy it)

Life on Richmond Street Blurbs (Calum Exclusively obvs)

Spin Off Blurbs

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 6

a/n: Hi. I know no one reads this so not really gonna bother. Like if you liked. Reblog if you care at all. Maybe buy my broke as a ko-fi so I can survive this semester? K bye. 

WARNINGS: Soft smut? 

*Shawn’s point of view*

A night out on the town is exactly what he needed. When his best friend Brian flew to town, it meant to clear his schedule and probably have 911 on speed dial for any ambulance like purposes. With the state of his relationship with his dad at the time, he was in desperate need for things to make sense again. And they weren’t. They just fucking weren’t. Enter Brian.

“Shawn motherfucking mendes! Did you miss me? Tell me you missed me!” His best friend snorted practically hopping into his arms in the middle of JFK

“Not enough to carry your dumb ass,  get the fuck of me!” He chuckled.

“I am so fucking excited to be back in this city man. The pussy is just something different out here, ya know? Now if only my best friend flew me out more than once a year.”

He threw Brian’s bags into the trunk of his car and ignored his best, but idioctic, friend.

“Yea, I invite your ass out here more than once a year and my dad will have both of our asses. That’s assuming you don’t kill us first.”

“You wake up in Tijuana one time, and suddenly I’m a bad influence?”

“We were in the fucking Bahamas, Brian!”

“So, not my sharpest moment! I got us home didn’t I?”

“No, jackass, my dad got us home. You got chlaymdia and a fucking sunburn. Now get in the car before I leave your ginger ass here!”

“Fair, that’s fair.”

Brian had been on his soccer team in the first grade. They’d been best friends ever since. When his dad moved the entire family out to California, Brian was with them for every holiday and every break they could find. The two were inseparable. Brian was a jackass, and he got Shawn into far more trouble than he did anything good. But he was his best friend. He’d been there for him, the first time his dad cheated on his mom. The first time he got his heart broken. When his dad had taken everything from him. So, there was a loyalty between the two of them that was unmatched. They’d do anything for each other. Anything.

So, there’s no one else he’d rather sit on his couch with in the middle of the afternoon and smoke the kind of weed that made your knees numb. That’s the kind of friendship he needed.

“What the fuck have you been up to lately?” Brian coughed around the bowl. “I haven’t heard from you in forever.”

He chuckled up at the ceiling which was maybe the most prettiest ceiling he’d ever seen. Wow.

“Man, my dad is totally up my ass about ‘ continuing his legacy’. I like ‘work’ now. Real shit. And then... I’ve been fucking honest to god the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not enough hours in the day I guess.”

“Yea, what else is new?”

He shook his head. “Nah bro. You don’t understand. Like even I don’t know how I pulled her. She’s thirty years old. My dad’s fucking terrified of her. She got three of the top artists of the year under her belt, and she lets me make her cum until she passes out. It’s fucking addicting.”

Brian passed the bowl, and Shawn worked on taking three big hits, the smoke filling his lungs and taking over his whole body.

“Hold up. You’re fucking the same chick like...consistently? Since fucking when?”

“Since...Since she gave me the best orgasm of my entire life? Since...I don’t know, since my dad makes me so fucking stressed all the time I feel like I’m gonna explode. I mean it man, it’s bad. It’s worse than I ever could’ve imagined.”

Brian, for all the jackass that he definitely was, still turned to his friend and gave him a glance check of wellness. That glance to look for damage, to look for signs of mental distress, of pain. Brian knew. He always knew better than anyone.

“Then why don’t you just tell him to stick his job up his ass, man? You knew you didn’t want this from the beginning. You can get out from under him!”

They’d had this conversation since Shawn had turned twenty-one and his dad insisted he start learning the ropes. The company would be his one day, assuming he stuck it out until his old man keeled over.

“I can’t. He’s got me; we both know it. I either fall in line and get my inheritance next year, or I leave now and I’m fucked. H--He promised he’d give me my masters then. He promised.”

“Yea, but your dad is maybe the most evil bastard I’ve ever met. No offense. I just don’t want to see you waste your life away doing this shit that makes you unhappy only to find out that it wasn’t even worth it in the end.”

“I know man,” He responded glumly. “I know.”

Too somber of a topic for getting high, they each settle a little more bonelessly into the couch and lean on each other’s shoulders as the high take it’s full effect.

“So the Shawn Mendes is fucking the same girl on the daily? You two exclusive or something?”

“Nah man we just...have an understanding. We lead really stressed out lives. I kind of want to boss someone around a little bit, and she wants to not have to give any orders for a change. We just work well.” He shrugged.

“Oh, so it’s just casual sex then?”

“Yea...Casual. Sure.”

“Well, you don’t sound so sure.” Brian snorted. “You catching feelings or something?”

“No! No. I--I’m not, man. She’s just weird. She’s not like the girls I usually fuck around with. She’s a little harder to read.” He shrugged.

“No shit, man she’s fucking thirty!”

He didn’t know if he should tell Brian about Miami. About holding her during the show. How they slept together, just slept, in her hotel room. How it was the most well rested he’d felt in months. It wasn’t the conversations they usually had. Shawn hadn’t had a serious girlfriend in over three years, and there was a reason for that. Women were too much of a headache, always wanted more than you could give them. As long as he was single, he was in control. And it wasn’t like y/n even wanted to be with him. Half the time he couldn’t figure out if she hated him still, if she still viewed him as just an extension of his father. The part of him that wanted to change that, that wanted her to view him at something else, didn’t vibe well with the voice in his head that kept reminding him it wasn’t supposed to matter.

So, they get dressed up. Shawn orders them a car to stop at all the places in NYC that one only went to if they had money, power, fame, or some combo of the three. The city was his stomping ground of sorts. He felt good there, much better than he did in LA. Things can move just as fast in LA, but somehow it feels a little less artificial. Maybe it isn’t, maybe he’s an idiot, but he doesn’t really care. Just needs to not think for a while.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Friendship dates are instrumental when you work together. It’s important to have a space that isn’t dominated by work or business. So, once a week, as long as your schedule permitted it, you and Tiana would just go for best friend time. It could be  drinks, dinner, a movie, a yoga class when you were both feeling particularly dumb. On this week’s agenda you were taking a sculpting class. You liked clay, and Tiana liked the fact that they served wine. It was easily a win-win situation.

“So… How was Florida?”

Your hands stumbled on the piece of clay you had been in the middle of scoring and you definitely ripped a whole in it. Idiot.

“Florida? Why do you ask? What happened in Florida? Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow and stared at you like you were crazy. Maybe you were crazy.

“Bitch is you crazy?” She snorted.

Fair.

“Bitch you the one asking dumb ass questions.”

“Mhmmm . . . So I spoke to Mike the other day.”

You paused in your work and looked over to see her twirling her little wine glass in her hands like the rude little gremlin she was.

“Is that so?” You huffed. “Spit it out, wench.”

“Oh don’t mind me. My niggas barely uber to see me. Let alone fly by jet.”

“Oh for fucks sake. You and Mike gossip more than my mama and her friends.”

She cackled and took a sip from her glass. “And we love it, sis! Now if you don’t unbunch your soaked ass panties and start sharing details, I swear fo’ god. What are best friends for anyway?”

“There is nothing to tell, heffer.” you sighed going back to your precious clay. “He just needed some very specific release and came to Miami to get it.”

“Yea? Well Mike says he stayed through Orlando.”

“Mike needs to keep his mouth shut before he gets fired.”

“Why would you lie to me of all people. Who am I gone tell about you and Shawn Mendes’ rendezvous?”

You rolled your eyes and threw your tools to the table. In hindsight, Shawn had been burning a whole in your mind the past few months. And you hadn’t talked about it all, had no one you could really share it with. Tiana was your ride or die. If there was anyone in the world you could talk to? It was her.

“Okay. Okay fine.” You sighed. “I was kidding though. He was really frustrated and he didn’t want to wait for me to come back to NYC. So I jokingly told him he could come to Miami. I didn’t know his ass was going to show up! And when he did...we fucked at first. And it was fine. It was good like it always is but then…”

“Oooo. Bitch don’t clam up at the good part. What happened next?” She encouraged.

“You know when Ariana does needy and the moon rises and it’s like kind of a romantic, maybe sad, bop?”

“Yes?”

“Well...You know how I get into my feelings sometimes. I guess I maybe leaned my head on his shoulder a little bit. And then he--he wrapped his arms around me. For the rest of the show. Even Break free. Didn’t take his arms away the whole time... That’s weird right? Like why would he do that?”

“Because he has sipped from the valleys of the African diaspora  and he is hooked, bitch!”

Tiana bust out laughing getting them dirty looks once again from the white women who came there to nurse their minor alcoholism. Oh well.

“Very funny. I’m serious, Ti!” You whined. “I don’t...do this. I don’t know how to do anything but hooks up. And with a man almost six years younger than me?”

“So you want to date him?”

“No!” You hissed beneath your breath. “No...well I mean I don’t know. It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t want to date me okay. It was just a lapse in judgement.”

“Yea, okay. I’ll be the judge of that. Tell me what the hell else happened?”

“Well we spent like three or four days together. And he just kind of hung out while I worked. And we had sex...a lot. Like three or four times a day. It was so intense. And then every night for the show we would go out and watch and he kept putting his arms around me. What the fuck does that mean, Ti? ”

“It meannnns he likes you bitch.” Ti rolled her eyes. “What else could it mean?”

“You know who we’re talking about here. It’s Shawn. Shawn doesn’t do anything but get women into bed with them. We both know that.”

“Yes. We also both knew that he didn’t hook up with a woman more than once. You two have been screwing longer than most of your past relationships. So let’s stop pretending that we’ve got this white boy squared up when obviously we don’t.”

You sighed letting your face come to rest on your clay covered hands.

“I just...I can’t afford to let him catch me slipping, Ti. Whether I like him or not doesn’t matter. I can’t let his dad get in the way of my goals.”

Tiana nodded and placed her wine glass down to take your hand in hers.

“Girl, I get it. White men are trash and as much as we make fun of them, there is a fear there that we cannot let go of. But you cannot, I repeat, you cannot let that man dictate your life. He’s not worth it. He’s had not a damn thing to do with your success, and he will not lead to your downfall. Now if Shawn turns out to be more than what we thought he was, then let that be enough. Don’t ruin it for Manny’s sake. He doesn’t deserve that much of your energy.”

And that was why she was your best friend. She was the most intelligent person you knew. She was funny and wild and crazy, but she kept you centered in a way that no one else could. And she always made shit make sense. Even when you were fought it with every fiber of your being. There was no use. Tiana was always right.

“Yea, okay. Let’s just let it die for now. I don’t think even Shawn knows what he wants yet tbh. No reason for me to think too much into it now.”

“Whatever you say sis. whatever you say.”

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

It’s dark. There are bodies everywhere and the strobe lights illuminate a face every once in awhile. Brian’s talking to some blonde that’s five inches taller than him. There’s a brunette to his right that keeps whispering in his ear and playing with his hair. He’s not drunk enough for this. His whole vibe is off, and he’s not quite sure why. Why can’t he fall back into who he’s always been.

“Do you wanna take me home tonight?” She murmured wrapping one of his curls around her finger.

He snorted. “I don’t exactly take people home sweetheart.”

“Oh...Well, do you wanna come over to mine? I live close by.”

“Yea, maybe later. I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?”

“S--Sure. Thank you.”

He slides off the couch in search of more bottle service. He’s got a feeling that there might not be enough in the state.

Brian finds him searching for answers in a shot glass. He slides his hands sloppily along his shoulders and he already knows what he’s about to say.

“Bro! This chick’s all over me. Can I use your spare room?”

He shrugs. “Sure, whatever man.”

“What about your girl? You ready to go back?”

“I don’t know man. I’m just not feeling it.”

Brian’s eyes widened in confusion. “The fuck is there not to feel? Just pull your dick out and find friction.”

“Just go grab your girl and let’s get the fuck out of here, aye?”

He tried to focus his eyes on his, which just resulted in his head wobbling a little bit. Shawn sure hoped he didn’t have whiskey dick, cause he’d never heard the end of it.

“You seriously not getting any tonight?”

Oh he was getting some. Just not the likes of what NYC’s latest size negative two of the month had to offer.

Apparently Blondy and Brunette are friends. When Brunette finds out Blondy is getting in the car, and she isn’t there’s a little bit of a hick up. Somehow Brian still convinces Blondy to get into the car. His best friend might have at least mediocre game. The ride back is full of obscene kissing noises, and Brian trying to convince this poor woman he’s going to be able to make her cum tonight. Home couldn’t come fast enough.

Shawn: come over.

y/n: oooo I feel like Cinderella being cuarted at the ball.

y/n: Negro it is one am. No.

Shawn: I’ll send you a car. Come in those horrid little fluffy pjs I saw in your suitcase in Orlando. Idc. I’d get you a pumpkin carriage but I think the dealership might be fresh out of those.

y/n: YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THOSE. YOU WERE NOT INVITED TO THE TOUR.

Shawn: Please? I’m too drunk to argue with you. My best friend is about to seriously dissapoint this poor woman tonight in my guest bedroom, and it’s gonna fuck up the whole vibe of my space. Some good sex must be had tonight.

y/n: the amount of bullshit that comes out of your mouth on a daily basis. Truly remarkable.

Shawn: I’m sending you a car. You don’t even have to take your bonnet off.

y/n: You are not fucking me with my bonnet on. My black grandmama anscestors would haunt my ass with negro spirituals for the rest of eternity.

Shawn: Noted. I’ll see you in forty five?

y/n: Ugh. Whatever.

Fucking finally.

***

He’s still in his jeans from the club and reclining on his bed as the alcohol races through his system when the app alerts him that she’s on her way up from the lobby. Thank god for fancy passcodes that mean he doesn’t have to let her in. He lurches up out of bed to meet her at the door. His guest bedroom is on the other side of the apartment, and he’s hopeful that the sounds won’t make it over to them. He just wants to focus on her tonight. Nothing else.

Since their weird little bubble in Florida, they hadn’t talked about any of it. Y/n arrived back in town and immediately asked to be tied up, gagged, and whatever else meant that they were focused on nothing but the bedroom. It didn’t hurt his feelings at all. This is what they were good at. This was the whole point of everything that they were right? Not to make things complicated but just to fuck and to let themselves release everything out into the bedroom. And that’s exactly what they were going to do tonight. He would make sure of it.

On the other side of the door, she’s standing there in tennis shoes and all silk pajamas. It’s a short and camisole nighty combo that he has every intention of ripping with his bare hands. But it’s cute. She’s cute.

“You went out tonight.” She notes, her eyes raking over him until he’s twitchy and needy.

He nodded. “Yea.”

“Did you hook up with someone?”

Something about the fact that he’s had something to drink just tells him to be honest. He can see her, maybe even more clearly than he was used to, and he had not a single ability in the world to bullshit her anymore. Not tonight.

“No. No I didn’t. There was a girl there who tried, who wanted to come back with me, and I--I thought about it. I did.” He hummed. “But I texted you instead.”

He can tell she wasn’t ready for the honesty. He can see the way her jaw untightens just slightly, the way she relaxed just barely. Who the fuck is either of them kidding?

“Explain to me why I’m here again?” She asked cocking her hip against his door.

She had braids in again. He didn’t know how to tell her that he’d been thanking God for protective styles since she flipped them over her shoulder that one time while she rode him into her desk chair. He was dangerously drunk.

“Stop talking. Come here.”

He cups his palm around the back of his neck and pulls her lips against his. She releases a little half whimper half sigh when he bites her bottom lip and moves his tongue to where she needs him to go. They’re still halfway in his apartment and halfway in the hallway when he pulls her legs up around his waist and presses her into the wall next to his doorway. But she still gives him everything that he needs instantly. Still pushes her hips against his. Still scratches at his scalp like no one ever has. Still had a grip to her thighs that makes his mouth water and his dick hard. When her ass is filling his hands and then some, there’s not a question. That woman from the club wasn’t going to give him this. Wasn’t ever going to be able to make him feel the way that she could. So why fucking lose this?

He slammed the door shut and took her back to his room, body laid out perfectly amongst his sheets. His fingers reach for his belt, and she’s giggling as she kicks her shoes halfway across the room. She’s really beautiful when she smiles. Fuck.

She went to reach for her camisole and he was hopeless but to stop her. His hands locked around her wrists pinning her to the bed. And she peered up at him with those big ass eyes of her, wild and brown and blown with lust. But her skin is soft as a fucking feather. And her cheek bones sit high and prominent and perfect. Her lips are thick and plush and he knows there’s no filler in them because every time she kisses him it’s like heaven. And he’s drunk. He’s so fucking drunk. The problem is that way too much of it is just her, and that never used to be reason enough

He kisses her. But it’s not like it was at the doorway. It’s not like the first night they spent together, or any of the other kisses after that. It’s soft. It’s slow and methodical and searching. Her eyes flutter close and she parts her lips and this time her tongue is leading the charge. But he doesn’t stop her. Would never want to stop her from kissing him like this. His hands go lax on her wrists and she reaches to pull him closer instead. They fall flat on the bed, her body wrapping around his. He loses himself in her kiss, in her touch. She’s just there filling up every space that’s ever existed in his life And he wants her. God does he want her.

“Shawn.” She mumbled against his mouth.

“Shhh. Let me touch you.” He begged.

Her eyes softened and she nodded allowing him to rip that pretty camisole he��d been thinking about since he opened the door. That’s as rough as it gets. When he’s met with the soft skin of her breasts he can’t do anything but be tender. He roles her nipples between his thumbs, licks along the valley of her sternum, and her moans are incredible. He’s stuck on her. And the one way to work through that, the only way to not fall consumed by her, is to touch and lick and kiss. And she lets him. Lets him and lets him and lets him.

“Touch me.” She gasps.

And so he touches.

***

The sun streams through his curtains, and it’s the second thing that wakes him up that morning. The first is the warm body pressed against his chest. When she wakes up in the morning she stretches her whole body, but it all originates from her spine. It makes her look a little bit like a fish out of water, or a mermaid. But he kind of likes it. This time her stretch sends her deeper into his arms, and he’s totally okay with that. Her eyes open and they stare at each other. It’s silent. Just the two of them. After that.

“Hi.” She whispered snuggling a little deeper into his pillow.

He licked his bottom lip, voice tired from lack of use. “Hi.”

“Do we....Do we talk about what that was?”

“Really? This early and you already wanna talk?” He smirked.

“It’s in my blood. Don’t make fun of me.”

She flicks his bicep and it’s the most ridiculous thing he could ever imagine. It’s too early to deal with her ridiculousness.

“I’m hungry.” He sighed and rolled over onto his back.

“Well get to cookin. The movie where the black woman serves the white man is a straight to dvd feature, and I am only interested in box office hits.”

“Well that sounds lovely, however I meant much more of the, ‘you riding my face until you cum’ type hunger. Or is that not high enough at the box office for you?”

“Hmm...well we certainly can try!”

He can’t help but laugh as she settles her thighs over either side of his head. Her thighs are things of miracles and he’s just a bit obsessed with them, just a bit obsessed with her. His hands settled on her hips and he can’t help but look up at the way the sun hits her chest and face. She’s beautiful.

His tongue traces languidly at her heat. He’s not interested in driving her up a wall this early in the morning. Just wants to fuck her through the fog of their wake up. So, he licks deep into her. He lets his tongue dip inside and then runs the flat of it against against the entire length of her pussy. Her clit is already erect and at attention. He settles his hands onto her knees and rubs at her thighs. She plays with his hair and grinds slowly against his tongue as they work her towards her release.

“Fucking shit, Shawn,” She whined. “That’s so good.”

He tilts his chin up and follows her shaking hips, his lips attached to her clit. He just wants to devour her.

“Baby I--I’m gonna cum!”

She’s never called him baby before. Not once. And it sparks a reaction that neither of them could have seen coming. He flips her over onto her back--thank god for neck and back day--and chases her pussy like it’s the last coke in the desert. It might very well be.

“Oh--Yes! Yes!”

The knock on the door can’t come at a worse fucking time.

He pulled back and wiped at his mouth eyes still completely zoned in on what’s happening between her legs.

“NOT FUCKING NOW BRIAN!”

Her fingers dig into his hair and pull him back between her thighs. It’s hotter than he could imagine.

“Bro I just need to borrow your jeep for like thirty--an hour--two hours tops !”

He pulled away from her with a slurp. “You touch that fucking jeep and it’s the last thing you’ll ever do!”

“Melanie has to get to a study group for her philosophy class!”

“Who the entire FUCK is Melanie?!”

Her fingers are in his hair again. She leans up to nuzzle his throat with her perfect lips and take his ear lobe between her teeth.

“Can we please? You got on a private jet to visit me in Miami. I think a jeep is the least of your concerns.”

He whined and nuzzled back against her softly. “I love that car.”

“Maybe work on loving this pussy a little more?”

Well that was certainly doable.

“Yea, okay.”

*five minutes later*

“Okay! Well uh...I’m just gonna take the jeep. I’ll bring it back, bro promise!”

He pulled back one more time. “Get the hell out of here, Brian!”

“Jesus Brian! GO!” She yelled in unison.

….

“Tough crowd!”

***

“Shawn, I’ve got to go!” She giggled.

He was much more interested in kissing his way along her neck and collarbones.

“Mmmm. No.”

“I have a brunch with a very important client, and thanks to you I’m going back to my house in a dumb man shirt.”

He snorted and ran his tongue along the length of the collar.

“This is saint laurent.”

“This is me leaving!” She insisted tugging out of his grasp.

He followed her to the door, the length of her braids only bringing more attention to the way her ass swayed in those shorts. Jesus.

“Can I ask you something? Before you go?”

She paused at the door and turned to him, letting her back rest against the wall.

“Sure.”

“You felt it last night, right? I’m not crazy, am I?”

She bit her lip, and shook her head softly. “No, you’re not crazy. I felt it.”

“And it means something, right? It is something?”

It takes a little longer to get a response out of her. But slowly but surely she nods at that too.

“Yea. I think it is.”

He took a deep breath trying to discern for himself whether he was about to fuck everything up. When his fingers mold to the apple of her cheek and she peers up at him with these big, soft eyes he knows there was never any choice for him. He’d been kidding himself since the beginning. This time when they kiss neither of them are holding back.He lets himself be gentle. He holds her against his chest and he doesn’t think at all about the consequences, or what it might look like. He just wants to kiss her silly. He does. She does the same for him.

He pulled back to check for fear of hesitance in her eyes. There is none. How is there none? And so he just...goes for it.

“I like you.” He admitted softly. “Like a lot.”

She ran her thumb along his lip, tugging at it  until it smacked back into place.

“I like you too. A lot.”

Her eyes are warm and soft even now. She’s so inviting and she just seems to pull the truth out of him with ease. He just wants to be honest with her. Even when it’s scary. Even when it doesn’t make sense.

“Well uh...I’m not gonna lie I don’t really know what it is you see in me. I--I know what I am. And I know what I can offer. For some girls it’s enough, but for you...I don’t know that it could be.”

“You don’t need to talk down to yourself to get me to like you Shawn.” She murmured.

He snorted. “I know that. I’m just saying what we both know. I know I can be an asshole, and a cocky asshole at that. But I can’t even think of touching a woman who isn’t you. I’ve never had that happen before. Not in my whole life. I guess I just--fuck. Will you go out with me? Like to dinner? As human beings that don’t just make each other cum.”

“Dinner hmmm?” She hummed.

“Yea, dinner.”

“You really want to be seen with me in public? What would your dad think?”

“I don’t...I don’t care what my dad thinks. I want to take you to dinner. Do you want to go with me?”

The pause she takes is long enough to kill him. For sure it is.

“I...Yea. I do.”

It brings a smile to his face against his better judgement. He didn't usually do smiles. Really got in the way of his image. A look of smug indifference was his go to. But this woman was quickly ruining everything he ever thought that he knew.

She lets him kiss her against the door. Let’s him hold her face in his hands. It feels good. Feels right.

“Hey, if we go on a date it’s not gonna stop you from domming me is it?”

He laughed. “Of course not.”

“Okay. You can kiss me again.”

“Thank you.”

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Review of R&G—Deep dive into Gambit

Earlier reviews that Ludi & I have been batting back and forth linked here, with a most welcome guest post by Jessi:

1. Faces (by me) 2. Callbacks (by @ludi-ling​) 3. Jim Lee & Pere Pérez (by me) 4. More on faces, and ‘sex creep’ Remy LeBeau (by @ludi-ling) 5. Faces and ‘creep factors’ (by @jehilew​)

On sex creep Remy LeBeau:

If I’m not misreading, Ludi and Jessi, you’re both saying Remy’s behavior is generally sexy; that he is within the parameters of good behavior because Rogue’s implicitly given him permission to talk this way. As Ludi wisely says, “The whole conversation is a way for them to negotiate where they’re at in their relationship.”

I still find this a tad problematic. He may have intuited Rogue’s feelings correctly, he may be testing her boundaries, but at this point in time, there’s no indication that he is at all worried about her feelings. To me, he sounds like the type of guy who corners an inexperienced girl into reacting the way he wants her to—even if he isn’t actually that guy.

But I’m gonna blame it on the writing. Gambit is supposed to be charming. Jessi hits the nail on the head: “You can tell he was not written by anyone who is even remotely smooth with women here.” 

So I’m glad that Thompson sweetens Remy’s dialogue. This scene is practically a perfume commercial.  Lee and Lobdell, etc., obviously could not write sexy and sweet, and so we’ve wound up with creepy (to me).

Reader, thank you for reaching this point. If you’re a Gambit fan, you’ve probably unfollowed me. But! The post below is a deep dive into Gambit’s . . . portrayal.

Ludi: So, Ms. Narwhal, what did you think about those transitions from down-time to the proverbial ka-pow? I’m interested because some of my most favourite X-Men issues were the down-time ones. Uncanny X-Men #337 - which is almost entirely focused on the X-Men having breakfast - is one of my favourites of all time.

I’m sidestepping your gorgeous question about breakfast, sadly, because I’ve changed my mind about where the art stumbles. After turning through the gorgeous TPB, I realized that it stumbles at the flashbacks. Which is weird, because the flashbacks were some of the most heady, charming parts of the series. And the art is definitely at its most ambitious.

It’s clear the team decided that they would imitate the visual styles that these original moments were rendered in, whether the original penciller was Mike Collins or Jim Lee or Andy Kubert. What a rad challenge for Pérez and D'Armata to flex their art muscles and have fun.

Let’s applaud the team for this. Thompson was ambitious in deciding to revisit of scenes from up to 20 years ago—can you imagine another writer wanting to touch Antarctica?! And Pérez was ambitious in his mimicry of styles that haven't aged so well. He’s done it with wit and verve, as below (and in my earlier post comparing Pérez’s and Lee’s versions of Rogue).

On the left is Andy Kubert’s 1994 rendering of Remy at Scott and Jean’s wedding, done in the “edgy” style of the decade: lots of hatching, high-contrast shadows, viewed from a very dramatic angle. Remy poses in such a flamboyant way you’d think he just blew Magneto up. That’s 90s for “dashing.”

Pérez updates Remy with a look that’s as fresh as Thompson’s dialogue. Same hair and arching eyebrows, but his smirk has a smile now, and he looks playful rather than self-serious. Too bad Pérez couldn’t retcon that awful tie!

It starts getting interesting when Pérez quotes Gambit’s facial structure from still earlier. The left is a detail from Gambit's first appearance in 1990, in Uncanny X-men #266, by Mike Collins. The middle is from an X-men Team card of the same year. And on the right is Pérez, clearly taking a cue from these precedents, down to the smoke drifting out of Gambit's eyes. His nose is even sharper. It's a fun reminder of how Gambit used to be portrayed—as someone capable, dangerous, and not a matinee romantic lead. 

However, this “facial quotation” means Pérez runs into some trouble when we return to the present day. Somewhere between 1990 and 2018, Gambit got a nose job. The decision to play with different styles means that Gambit doesn't look like the same person throughout the miniseries. 

These panels precede that glorious kiss in #3, and Remy looks so earnest, so chipmunklike (with that new nose), that it’s hard to believe he could have ever been the naughty, fast-on-his-feet thief we see in #2. 

So the decision has pros—it’s clever, it’s charming—and it’s got cons. One con is that if we don't like the referent artist, then we're not going to appreciate the imitation, either. But the bigger con is that the style differences can be so jarring that it seems Rogue and Gambit are being played by a bunch of different actors.

This only gets weirder when clones are introduced.

This panel is from #4, and tbh, I don’t know who these people are. These are not clones, but Rogue looks like a soccer mom, and Remy’s a chrome robot. Though I’ve developed an argument to account for some wildly different facial features throughout the miniseries, I am unsure what’s going on here. Maybe there’s a comic in which someone used Jennifer Aniston as Rogue’s reference. (I have a theory Jim Lee used model Stephanie Seymour for Rogue and Jean.)

Like Gambit, Rogue undergoes the same treatment throughout her flashbacks, though it’s more evident in her body and body language. Hopefully this post makes it clear enough that when you glance through them, you might see what I’m talking about.

Ludi, I know you had some thoughts about the ways Rogue's and Gambit's faces were rendered too, as well as when they were engaged in some important stuff—like the kissing. Were there moments you felt the characterization of our heroes wasn't as successfully conveyed? Or any big centerpieces you thought really nailed their histories?

We would like to invite anyone who wants to chime in about R&G to write a post, which we’ll link to as part of a chain. And we will comment the hell out of your posts, too. ;-) @jehilew @cmoineau @pastellarts @90sxmen4ever @bustedflipflop @awesomeamberlady @xevg and anyone whom I might have missed! Please PM.

Bullied Gently reminded by @ludi-ling that posts may be as short as a single sentence. Essays not required!

CREDITS Marvel Universe Series I Trading Cards by Fleer (1990) X-men Team Card (detail)

Rogue & Gambit #3, #4 (2018) Pencils: Pere Pérez Colors: Frank D’Armata 

Uncanny X-men #266 (1990) Pencils: Mike Collins Colors: Brad Vancata

X-men #30 (1994) Pencils: Andy Kubert Colors: Joe Rosas

[sawyersick]

fuck you all of them

at first I was very confused but then I remembered the ask game thingey

anyways I’m sorry for assaulting you with words lets go

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I did a lot when I was little, when I was like 4ish I had a theory that everyone around me was actually just the same 50 actors constantly switching outfits to make me think the world was larger than it is

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

I'm afraid of bugs and ghosts so like... 2.25

3. The person you would never want to meet?

idk??? hitler??? Mike Pence??????

4. What is your favorite word?

phalanges, trivial, cordyceps

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

eucalyptus?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

damn I actually look good without makeup tf

7. What shirt are you wearing?

a purple Hawaii t shirt with surfboards on it

8. What do you label yourself as?

gay???????????????????? punk? tired???? idk

9. Bright room or dark room?

bright

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

trying to fall asleep

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

8 or 14

12. Who told you they loved you last?

my parents after I started crying after they threatened (again) to kick me out

13. Your worst enemy?

myself I guess

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a flying turtle sharting a rainbow

15. Do you like someone?

I like a lot of people!! but romantically, nobody right now

16. The last song you listened to?

Aderall, by Livewater https://livewater.bandcamp.com/track/adderall

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Mike Pence???? idk

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

this chick who fucked over all my friends or my ex

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

nobody that's fuckin weird and also a little kinky

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

my hair always looks pretty good and rarely requires styling/upkeep and my natural colour is actually pretty nice

not showing a pic because I'm lazyyyy

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I would be a fucking HOT short king and I guess I would try to jack off even though I don't even masturbate and then like....... call men out on their misogyny and privilege

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

I think I'm a good singer!! But I don't sing for anyone because I'm afraid of being judged

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

snails

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

UHHHH burger

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

save it or donate or spend on lolita

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Japan because I am a WEEB

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? 

I don't drink so I just googled "best brand of alcohol for cooking" and then "best brand of red wine for cooking" and apparently downton abbey has their own brand of wine because that was the first result so yeah that I guess

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

don't be a little bitch

29. What is your favorite expletive?

fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

Squid Vicious, the giant me-sized squid plush my friend made for me

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

none of them because they made me who I am today even though that’s cheesy sounding, so maybe something embarrassing rather than abusive/traumatic

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

see #26..... Japan because I'm a WEEEEB

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

luckily nobody close to me has passed yet, so I guess Freddie Mercury because I don't think Kurt Cobain would want to be brought back

34. What was your last dream about?

an awful nightmare about genetically-engineered rabid penis-dogs (i am afraid of sex so it was worse than it sounds)

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

artist? ehhh I guess

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

(gore tw)

yeah I tried to sew my prom dress in a day and the needle stabbed me and broke off inside my finger and they had to surgically remove it from the other side

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

NO AND I REALLY WANT TO

38. What is the color of your socks?

they're a mossy/slate green with little pixel illustrations of totoro characters!!

39. What type of music do you like?

anything rock.............. alt, punk, grunge, etc but I also like a lot of alt/indie stuff too

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunsets are prettier I think!

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate!!!!!

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

ew sportz

43. Do you have any scars?

a LOT, mostly from weird accidents/self harm

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

i don't even know anymore..................... hopefully a healthcare professional I guess

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I wish I could concentrate better

46. Are you reliable?

online? no im a shitty texter. but when it comes to hanging out? yes absolutely I HATE cancelling plans

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

will I be okay?

48. Do you hold grudges?

yeah I take a lot of shit without saying much so when I get angwy I fuckin lose it

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

cat dolphins!

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

whether or not consensual cannibalism is technically vegan (I say yes and you can fucking fight me)

51. Are you a good liar?

yes.......... unfortunately

52. How long could you go without talking?

I once went without talking for a month and a half

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

growing out my bangs while having this weird noncommittal side part

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

I do all the time!! I also bake birthday cakes for foster children's birthdays

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

not really? I kinda suck at accents..... I can only partially do asian, british, and southern accents

56. What do you like on your toast?

butter usually! Sometimes lemon curd or blueberry jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

a house on a hill at night

58. What would be you dream car?

idk I'm not really into cars.... probably a sporty lil vintage sedan

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I sing in the shower a lot!! and like do little dance moves with my hips

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yeah bro!

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

only if it shows up on social media/in a magazine, I won't seek it out

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

Q! Z! X!

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

DRAGONS

64. What do you think about babies?

they're alright!! They scare me a little tho because I don't want to hurt them...... I prefer kids that are like 6+

[humblebumble069]

WIP FOR AWSM COMIC SERIES

From pt 1 - 6/7 (lost track)

Plus added some newer things to make it more sense, like Mikes friendship with the soccer team and yk Dustin, Lucas, El and Max🫶

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NEW THIS WEEK 01.28.09

New releases by Bruce Springsteen, Franz Ferdinand and Hoobastank are always something to consider--and this week we got 'em!

What say we consider using the Springsteen and Franz Ferdinand albums as things to listen to this week?

And maybe use the Hoobastank to, I dunno, patch the ceiling in case it's raining or something?

For that matter, how about we use the Dean Martin as a potential present to members of the older generation--so they can remember their glory days as they begin their inevitable descent into silent, blissful slumber?

And finally, how about we use the rest of these albums as objects that can occupy our time so we can sit around doing nothing as life goes on all around us without our actual participation?

Hah! Just kidding! That's what always happens whenever I use the word "Hoobastank"!

  Bruce Springsteen: Working On A Dream (Columbia) It's an old cliché that most rock critics tend to look favorably upon "The Boss" because he reminds them of former glories, personal or otherwise, but here's the scoop: This is a very good album. His best since Tunnel Of Love, which came out in 1987. No kidding. I'll tell you why, if you don't mind a personal aside. Way back in 1978, when Springsteen was touring to promote Darkness On The Edge Of Town--my personal fave of his works--I met him backstage with a friend who worked for his label. Two things struck me: He mentioned that he'd put "Tell Me" by the Dirty Angels on the intermission tape playing before his set because he loved the song, and he told a guy standing next to me who was wearing a "Thank God For Girls" button that he liked Benny Mardones (who'd called his just-released new album that), too. I find this relevant because with all that's come in Springsteen's career since then, his basic roots as a rock 'n' roll guy with a great sense for pop melody and hooks have been overlooked for the serious "statements" he's been compelled to make since then. Which is all well and good, but bottom line is that I've been less than thrilled with his conspicuous embracing of the Woody Guthrie legacy or the political "significance" of such tracks as "The Rising." So while I haven't thought about this aspect of Springsteen in years, I found myself noticing that weird musical references were popping up here and there--distinctly Byrdsian harmonies on "What Love Can Do," topped off by dual-voiced instrumental ending riff very much in stylistic keeping with the Mike Hugg-era of Manfred Mann, which if you know what I mean you'll instantly hear. Furthermore there are instrumental sweeps--and overall instrumentation--significantly more adventurous and pop-embracing than anything the man's recorded in a few decades. And to top it off, right in the middle of the soccer-mom embracing "Queen Of The Supermarket"--this from the dude that used to write about Queens of Arkansas, no less--the man kills all chances for radio airplay with a proudly sung F-bomb, for which I congratulate him. In all I would say this is an inspired, major return to form for Springsteen and one of the best albums I've heard from a major pop artist in a couple of years. What happened?

 The Bird And The Bee: Ray Guns Are Not Just The Future (Blue Note) Another great album by an artist not as well known as Springsteen, but similarly groovy. The second by The Bird And The Bee--the duo of singer Inara George and multi-instrumentalist Greg Kurstin, who played a great set in our studio a few years back--this set is sophisticated lyrically, gorgeously melodic, and features a much-needed tribute to David Lee Roth called "Diamond Dave," a song that should have been written years ago. The intelligence at work here never fails to impress, and the songs themselves--particularly "Witch"--are absolute standouts.  They should be perceived as major artists--while outside, mysteriously, pigs fly!

  Hoobastank: FOR (N)EVER (Island) Imagine a hard-rockin' band that scores an unexpected radio smash with a ballad that launches a thousand prom dances and spends the rest of their career trying to reclaim their hard-rockin' credibility! Yep, those poor Goo Goo Dolls! Meanwhile, Hoobastank--it's got to be a name thing--sit there similarly wondering whether they should rock out or sing earnest ballads that men won't know but little girls will understand! And just as the CD booklet can be inserted into the CD case backwards or forwards--signifying two distinct moods of the 'tank--so too does this music had two sides! Who will win? The wimps? The rockers? The people that put the CD back in its rack and go buy ice cream?  Nope! The winner will be a guy named Larry, in Allentown , Pennsylvania--who'll find a sack filled with hundred dollar bills in a Best Buy parking lot, leave without buying anything, and take a year off reading the complete works of John Lilly and J.G. Ballard! Money is funny that way!    

 Franz Ferdinand: Tonight: Franz Ferdinand (Domino/Epic) Though I've been a longtime fan of Franz Ferdinand and wish them the best, I suspect they will forever be living in the shadow of their incredible early single "Take Me Out"--and as a result, all of their work since then will inevitably be compared to it and judged inferior. Luckily, back home, their moms are extremely influential in their respective social circles and will eventually change the tide of public opinion! Sadly, though, record companies will then no longer exist, so we'll have to dance around humming loudly! Do you think that bothers them?

 Dean Martin: Amore (Capitol/EMI) As it closes in on Valentine's Day, why not take the time to buy your loved one this fabulous collection of romantic tracks, bring home a bottle of champagne, and celebrate the fact that despite all the difficulties out there in the real world--the unemployment, the crime, the decreased housing values--you still have each other? If anything will then warm your heart, it'll be the 15 tracks here--from "Just In Time" and "Let Me Love You Tonight" to the album's namesake, "That's Amore"! On the other hand, if you live alone and tend to focus on the various opportunities you've missed in the course of leading your life, such as it is--skip the CD and buy two bottles!

 Crooked X: Crooked X (EMI) They're young, they claim AC/DC and Metallica as inspiration, and they find jokes about "John Doe and Exene Cervanka gone bad" difficult to understand! Until their parents shake their heads in discuss and wonder what their kids are getting into! Their music's been in Rock Band , they've opened for Kiss in Sweden, and they were just the subject of an MTV special called Rock'N' Roll Dream. Perhaps most interestingly, they're from a town in Oklahoma called Coweta! I wish I was in that band!

 Peter Cincotti: East Of Angel Town (Warner Bros) While we're discussing crooner types, let's not forget the brand new album by skilled pianist-singer Peter Cincotti, whose skill at "combining old and new," as his bio has it, has made him a chartbuster from the veritable get-go! Fans of the man are sure to fall deeply in love with this new effort--producers include David Foster and Humberto Gatica--just as fans of the English language are sure to fall for his bio, should they happen to read it! Apparently he has "two successful albums under his belt"--which, frankly, must make sitting down difficult!

 James Brown: The Singles, Volume Six: 1969-1970 (Hip-O Select) If ever a record should be in your collection, it's this great collection of Brown tracks, including "Mother Popcorn," "I Don't Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing (Open Up The Door I'll Get It Myself)," the quite famous "Funky Drummer," "Talking Loud and Sayin' Nothin,"and --one of my personal favorite Brown tracks ever, due to its persuasively diplomatic title--"Let A Man Come In And Do The Popcorn."  If you're a multi-sensate, buy this and the Cincotti  CD and put' em both on shuffle play!

 Brian Wilson: That Lucky Old Sun DVD (Capitol) Very happy to recommend this DVD of former Beach Boy Wilson performing his latest album live in the Capitol Records studios--not to mention the bonus Yahoo-produced footage--shot earlier this year. Excellently produced and filled with a rich array of bonus material, it's a grand showing by one of pop music's living legends, and pretty rich musically as well.  Check it out!

 Leathermouth: Xo (Epitath) This side project of My Chemical Romance guitarist Frank Iero seems destined for massive radio airplay, largely due to hit-in-the-making "I Am Going To Kill The President Of The United States Of America"! May I suggest you don't look for it via any search engines?

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GRAHAM TALAN SMYTHE ● TAKEN

(+) friendly, knowledgeable, tactful. (-) shy, affected by peer pressure, easily offended.

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f c   grant gustin. g r a d e   sophomore. a g e   16. s e x u a l i t y   pansexual. r e l a t i o n s h i p s t a t u s   single. k n o w n a s   the convoluted.

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tw; drunk driving, death

He has always been unsure of his sexuality. All he knows is he prefers men to women but that doesn’t mean he would never date a girl again. The summer before his freshman year of high school he was dating this girl, someone that he didn’t really like but in order for him to get his thoughts together he figured it was necessary. They h ad fooled around in the park one night, or at least that’s what he let everyone believe. See, he’s never been a guys guy because of his mannerisms and awkwardness. When one of the jocks asked if he had hooked up with the girl who he was currently dating, he froze and said ‘yes’ he was lying but no one else knew he was. He felt bad but at the same time he felt included. Being friends with the Junior/Senior jocks at that age was not something that was good for someone who was still trying to find himself. He once made a 'best and worst’ list ranking every girl in the school because his 'friends’ thought it was funny. Little did he know that list was going to get passed around the school and he’s still hoping no one figures out that it was him that made it. Last summer when he was out for a joyride with his random jock buddies, they were drunk driving and he was stuck int eh backseat. Living in Ohio, deer are really common and that night a deer ran out in front of the car, causing the driver to run off the road and a cement tunnel/bridge head on. The guy driving died eventually and when Graham came to, he was being pulled away by the three other people in the car as they ran, never letting anyone know they were in the car that night too and could have helped the other guy.

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Graham hadn’t always been open about his sexuality. In fact, it was just about a year ago that he came out. It wasn’t something he did on his own, more like got caught doing but luckily he’s able to put up the facade and act like it didn’t phase him that people now know. It wasn’t on his terms and he hated it but he pretends it’s fine. 

He has been a part of the glee club ever since the beginning of his sophomore year. He likes music because it helps him escape his daily life for even two minutes. He’s not that into the club but it’s something for him to do when soccer season is over. Bonus: his favorite musical artist is Mike Posner. 

He’s very awkward, he doesn’t mean to be, he’s just himself and nice, very polite. He gets intrigued by people quickly and ends up making a fool of himself by walking into a door or saying the wrong word.

He’s very into gaming. He has a youtube channel up where he gets paid to play games and post videos of it online. It’s really the ultimate job for him. 

Wanting to standout and not be confused by his brothers, he wears a lot of hats or beanies. Has headphones wrapped around his neck or covering his ears. He keeps his hair short in the back and on the sides, the front much longer, where he’s able to spike it up one day if he wants or brush it to the side. Which also has light brown streaks in it because he thinks he’s cool. He rides a skateboard to get around just about any and everywhere he may need to go, too. His clothing consists of ripped jeans, a t-shirt and somedays a sweatshirt or hoodie.

GRAHAM SMYTHE is portrayed by ASH. THEY ships chemistry but doesn’t ship forced.

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Beyond Being a Trailblazing Telecom Brand: 5 Reasons Globacom Stands Out Among Others

Yes, the history of telecommunications in Nigeria cannot be complete without mentioning the trailblazing exploits of Chief Mike Adenuga’s Globacom. Since its establishment in 2003, Globacom has achieved the “impossible”, from the introduction of the per-second billing to the demystification of the SIM card acquisition, just to mention a few. However, beyond these great achievements, what really makes Globacom stand out among other telecom brands is its unparalleled giving-back philosophy. In the last 20 years of its existence, I daresay no company has positively impacted the lives of Nigerians across several sectors like Globacom has done. Here are five ways Globacom has distinguished itself as arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria: Globacom's Unparalleled philanthropy Globacom’s philanthropy initiatives are unparalleled as the Adenuga-owned telecom brand has continued to provide succour for less-privileged Nigerians. The lives of millions of Nigerians have been positively transformed through various promos, including Glo Festival of Joy Promo, Glo Overload, GloAllawee, Text 4 Million, Made for Life, Recharge to Stardom, 180 cars in 180 days, etc. Through these initiatives, many less-privileged Nigerians have become house and car owners. Reuben Okorie, a 48-year-old businessman who is one of the millions of beneficiaries of Globacom’s philanthropy, won a three-bedroom house in Abuja. The man who used to live in a one-bedroom apartment was overjoyed when he won a three-bedroom house in Abuja under the Glo Festival of Joy Promo. Globacom Supports Sports development Nigerian athlete Amusan, One of Glo's Ambassadors Globacom has made significant contributions to sports, particularly football, through various sponsorship agreements and initiatives. Notable instances include a ���2 billion sponsorship deal with the Nigeria Football Federation in 2011, making it the official telecommunications partner and major sponsor of the Nigerian national teams. The company also sponsored the Nigerian league from 2003 to 2010 and resumed in 2013 with a ₦1.9 billion agreement lasting until 2016. Additionally, Globacom supported the annual Glo-CAF Awards from 2005 to 2016. To foster football development, Globacom also initiated the Glo Soccer Academy, a West African Soccer TV Reality show, aimed at discovering and training talented young footballers. The academy culminated in rewarding 16 outstanding players with significant prizes, including N5 million for the Most Valuable Player and N1 million each for the remaining finalists. These are just to mention a few. Globacom Supports Education development Globacom’s impact is also strongly felt in the education sector. The telecom giant, since its establishment, has been actively involved in developing educational infrastructure across secondary schools and tertiary institutions in the country. Additionally, Globacom has demonstrated its commitment to supporting African literature by sponsoring the esteemed Wole Soyinka Prize for Literature in Africa, a biennial award that recognizes the outstanding literary contributions of African writers, with the winning author receiving a prize of $20,000. Glo’s impacts on entertainment Go unveils Afrobeats artistes Chike, Asake and Kizz Daniels Globacom has also played a significant role in the Nigerian music industry by supporting and promoting local talent through various sponsored events such as Rock ‘n’ Rule, GloNaija Sings, Laffta Fest, X Factor, Slide and Bounce concerts, and Glo Mega Music. The company also honours African music icons through the Glo Evergreen Series and has contributed to the success of Nollywood actors by making them Glo Ambassadors with huge cash deals. Additionally, Globacom brought the world's largest dance reality show, Battle of the Year, to Nigeria, providing substantial cash prizes and opportunities for winners to represent the country globally. Support for MSMEs Globacom Supports SMEs Micro, Small and Medium Enterprises (MSMEs) are the backbone of any country’s economy. So, it’s not surprising that Globacom also prioritised helping the players in this sector. Globacom has empowered millions of SMEs in Nigeria as part of the fulfilment of a pact it signed with the Small and Medium Enterprises Development Agency of Nigeria (SMEDAN) in 2015. That’s not all. In December 2023, Globacom launched “Powering Ambition”, an innovative strategy deployed to bolster digital connectivity, especially for SMEs, through its submarine fibre optic infrastructure. And that’s still not all! Globacom also has special voice and data plans for SMEs tagged SME Biz Class, an innovative move to make business easier and more profitable for small entrepreneurs. While Globacom has undeniably left an indelible mark as a trailblazing telecom brand in Nigeria, its achievements extend beyond that. Its exceptional standing lies in its unparalleled commitment to giving back to society. Through extensive philanthropy initiatives, the company has positively transformed the lives of countless Nigerians, making a tangible impact on various sectors. The company's dedication to fostering positive change and uplifting the less privileged sets it apart, making it arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria over the past two decades. Globacom's legacy goes beyond connectivity; it is a testament to the transformative power of corporate social responsibility and a beacon for others to follow in truly making a meaningful difference. Clarion call to all Nigerians for patriotic support for our own. Read the full article

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Beyond Being a Trailblazing Telecom Brand: 5 Reasons Globacom Stands Out Among Others

Yes, the history of telecommunications in Nigeria cannot be complete without mentioning the trailblazing exploits of Chief Mike Adenuga’s Globacom. Since its establishment in 2003, Globacom has achieved the “impossible”, from the introduction of the per-second billing to the demystification of the SIM card acquisition, just to mention a few. However, beyond these great achievements, what really makes Globacom stand out among other telecom brands is its unparalleled giving-back philosophy. In the last 20 years of its existence, I daresay no company has positively impacted the lives of Nigerians across several sectors like Globacom has done. Here are five ways Globacom has distinguished itself as arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria: Globacom's Unparalleled philanthropy Globacom’s philanthropy initiatives are unparalleled as the Adenuga-owned telecom brand has continued to provide succour for less-privileged Nigerians. The lives of millions of Nigerians have been positively transformed through various promos, including Glo Festival of Joy Promo, Glo Overload, GloAllawee, Text 4 Million, Made for Life, Recharge to Stardom, 180 cars in 180 days, etc. Through these initiatives, many less-privileged Nigerians have become house and car owners. Reuben Okorie, a 48-year-old businessman who is one of the millions of beneficiaries of Globacom’s philanthropy, won a three-bedroom house in Abuja. The man who used to live in a one-bedroom apartment was overjoyed when he won a three-bedroom house in Abuja under the Glo Festival of Joy Promo. Globacom Supports Sports development Nigerian athlete Amusan, One of Glo's Ambassadors Globacom has made significant contributions to sports, particularly football, through various sponsorship agreements and initiatives. Notable instances include a ₦2 billion sponsorship deal with the Nigeria Football Federation in 2011, making it the official telecommunications partner and major sponsor of the Nigerian national teams. The company also sponsored the Nigerian league from 2003 to 2010 and resumed in 2013 with a ₦1.9 billion agreement lasting until 2016. Additionally, Globacom supported the annual Glo-CAF Awards from 2005 to 2016. To foster football development, Globacom also initiated the Glo Soccer Academy, a West African Soccer TV Reality show, aimed at discovering and training talented young footballers. The academy culminated in rewarding 16 outstanding players with significant prizes, including N5 million for the Most Valuable Player and N1 million each for the remaining finalists. These are just to mention a few. Globacom Supports Education development Globacom’s impact is also strongly felt in the education sector. The telecom giant, since its establishment, has been actively involved in developing educational infrastructure across secondary schools and tertiary institutions in the country. Additionally, Globacom has demonstrated its commitment to supporting African literature by sponsoring the esteemed Wole Soyinka Prize for Literature in Africa, a biennial award that recognizes the outstanding literary contributions of African writers, with the winning author receiving a prize of $20,000. Glo’s impacts on entertainment Go unveils Afrobeats artistes Chike, Asake and Kizz Daniels Globacom has also played a significant role in the Nigerian music industry by supporting and promoting local talent through various sponsored events such as Rock ‘n’ Rule, GloNaija Sings, Laffta Fest, X Factor, Slide and Bounce concerts, and Glo Mega Music. The company also honours African music icons through the Glo Evergreen Series and has contributed to the success of Nollywood actors by making them Glo Ambassadors with huge cash deals. Additionally, Globacom brought the world's largest dance reality show, Battle of the Year, to Nigeria, providing substantial cash prizes and opportunities for winners to represent the country globally. Support for MSMEs Globacom Supports SMEs Micro, Small and Medium Enterprises (MSMEs) are the backbone of any country’s economy. So, it’s not surprising that Globacom also prioritised helping the players in this sector. Globacom has empowered millions of SMEs in Nigeria as part of the fulfilment of a pact it signed with the Small and Medium Enterprises Development Agency of Nigeria (SMEDAN) in 2015. That’s not all. In December 2023, Globacom launched “Powering Ambition”, an innovative strategy deployed to bolster digital connectivity, especially for SMEs, through its submarine fibre optic infrastructure. And that’s still not all! Globacom also has special voice and data plans for SMEs tagged SME Biz Class, an innovative move to make business easier and more profitable for small entrepreneurs. While Globacom has undeniably left an indelible mark as a trailblazing telecom brand in Nigeria, its achievements extend beyond that. Its exceptional standing lies in its unparalleled commitment to giving back to society. Through extensive philanthropy initiatives, the company has positively transformed the lives of countless Nigerians, making a tangible impact on various sectors. The company's dedication to fostering positive change and uplifting the less privileged sets it apart, making it arguably the most impactful brand in Nigeria over the past two decades. Globacom's legacy goes beyond connectivity; it is a testament to the transformative power of corporate social responsibility and a beacon for others to follow in truly making a meaningful difference. Clarion call to all Nigerians for patriotic support for our own. Read the full article