#Yes I KNOW we have a song called Ink me Up which is just as gross sounding

[that-marie]

it's okay. you can goop me up. i like jello. [Lie]

Thanks Anon. Also, please never say that again.

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | meddle about (smut blurb)

a/n: MDNI y'all know the drill! no tags for this one. set after now you got me. can be read alone (only thing you need to know is that luke is in a band and calls reader 'five star') or as part of the poisoned mercury series!

song: meddle about by chase atlantic

luke finally let you listen to the song the boys wrote for him. the song was incredible, which was expected, but you relentlessly teased him after connor told you the story about how the song came to be.

“you didn’t know if we were anything?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. luke was brushing his teeth in your bathroom, toothpaste dribbling out the corner of his lips. your face was pressed against his bicep, as you watched his reaction in the mirror. “come on, castellan. i was obvious!” 

luke shook his head, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink as he tangled his fingers with the hand you had wrapped around his torso, “you were not, thank you very much.” 

“aren’t you supposed to know when a girl is flirting with you, mr. rockstar?” 

“you damn near bullied me for months, five star. humbled me every chance you got. you call that flirting?” 

“was i supposed to swoon and tell you how hot you were?” 

“ideally, yes,” he rinsed his mouth with water before turning his body to face you. he held your hips over the t-shirt you wore. it was his shirt and luke was dangerously close to leaving his entire closet with you just so he could see you wear his clothes forever. “would’ve sped up the process of us getting together.” 

“i like the slow burn,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his own. luke’s grip on your waist tightened as he pressed your back against the counter. his lips were always so soft and he tasted like the spearmint toothpaste you owned. he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, and the innocent kiss became heated. 

luke pulled away for a second, “you gave me like emotional blue balls, five star. i was down bad.” 

“was?” 

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes, smiling. he pressed kisses against your neck, hand traveling under the hem of his shirt. his touch made you shiver. “y’know i’m still down bad for you.” 

you craned your neck, giving him more access to your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, sighing when you made those pretty noises that had him weak in the knees. you lifted yourself up on the counter, opening your legs to let luke slot himself between them. he continued to leave kisses on your skin, slowly pulling down the neckline of your shirt to explore more. 

you tugged on his curls, making him look up at you, “how bad?” 

luke licked his lips, “want me to show you?”

you nodded, running your hands down his chest. your fingers traced the black ink on the side of his torso, making him shiver against your body. his hardening cock was pressing against your inner thigh. luke pushed his groin against yours, trying to convey just how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. just a few words and a few kisses and he was putty in your hands.

"you feel me?" he sighed, closing his eyes as he buried his head in your hair. his senses were filled with you and he felt like he was drunk. you were so intoxicating. your skin smelled like him now since he was always pressed against you in some way. he needed to be near you all the time or he was going to go crazy.

your time in camp half blood was quickly coming to an end, much to luke's dismay, and he was going to make the most out of the few weeks he had left with you. he thinks his first few weeks without you will have him locking himself in hotel rooms fucking his fist to the sound of your voice on facetime and it kills him that he won't get the real thing until god knows when, but he doesn't want to think about that right now.

not while you were still here in front of him with your legs open wide just for him.

"is that enough to show you?" luke asked, sucking on your pulse point. he felt his heart hammering in his chest when you let out a breathy whine. all his blood rushed down to his cock, and soon it was becoming painfully difficult for him to keep his composure.

"no," you replied, pulling him in for a kiss. your lips moved roughly against each others, tongues tangled in a passionate display of affection as his hands massaged the side of your thighs. you were panting against his mouth, already breathless, "need to be convinced some more."

"careful, five star," he tsked, hand traveling to your clothed pussy. he rubbed your clit through the fabric, silently cursing when he felt your slick dampen the pads of his fingers, "i don't think you understand what you're wishing for."

"need you, luke," you mumbled, palming him through his boxers. he groaned at your hand gripping the base of his hard cock. "need all of you."

"you have a filthy mouth, you know that?" his eyes were blown wide with desire. he placed a thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down a tiny bit. you sucked on his thumb, staring up at him in a way that had his head spinning. you looked so sinful. it was almost sacrilegious how the girl he worshipped was begging for him like this.

"you like it, though."

"don't think the word 'like' covers it," luke admitted, moving his hand to the back of your head to tug on your hair slightly. you extended your neck, letting luke leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw. his tongue pressed against the marks he left on your skin, soothing the burn. "'m addicted to your filthy mouth, five star. makes me wanna fill it up."

"i'm not gonna stop you," you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. you stroked him slowly, reveling in the raspy groans that left his throat. luke pressed his forehead against yours, watching your hand stroke him through hooded eyes.

"i'm supposed to be showing you how down bad i am for you, not the other way around."

you put a light pressure against the bulging vein on his cock and luke had to bite your shoulder blade to keep himself from being too loud. everyone was home, and while they knew of your relationship, he wasn't gonna be an asshole and subject them to knowing the details of it.

"let me hear you, pretty boy," you cooed, kissing along his scar as you pumped his cock faster. "let me hear how good i make you feel."

"fucking hell, five star," luke chuckled, darkly, bucking his hips. your hand felt too good. "don't wanna cum in your hand."

"in my hand, in my mouth, on my tits," you licked a long stripe down his neck, sucking on his adam's apple. "in me, everywhere luke. want you everywhere."

he was convinced you were going to be the death of him. luke placed a hand over yours, stopping you from your movements. as you opened your mouth to protest, luke lifted you off the counter and planted you in front of him. "get on your knees for me, yeah?"

a wicked grin appeared on your face and luke knew that he wasn't going to last very long. mischief in your eyes always meant that he was going to have another memory to have that'll keep him busy during the months you'd be apart.

you sunk down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him as you kissed the head of his cock. luke bit his bottom lip so hard he was afraid he'd draw blood. his hands pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his cock.

"shit, baby," luke moaned, a dopey look on his face. this is what heaven feels like, he's convinced of it. you were his own personal slice of heaven on earth. "so pretty like this."

you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat and luke wanted to apologize but this felt too good for him to feel sorry. tears were pooling in your eyes as you sucked him in deeper. your thumb flicked his tip, collecting the beads of precum there, "tell me how you like it, luke. wanna be good for you."

"you're perfect, sweetheart," he replied, wiping the stray tear that escaped your eye. you smiled at him innocently, feeling a sense of pride blooming in your chest. "always so perfect for me, hm? my perfect little five star."

you hummed, going back down to wrap your lips around him. luke let go of your hair and placed his hands on your cheeks, bucking his hips forward. he was fucking your mouth harshly and you loved every second of it. he was panting above you, incoherent words escaping his lips. when you pulled away and licked around him, a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock. it was a glorious sight.

luke was stuck there admiring you make a mess on his cock and if you weren't so fucking turned on by how hot he looked when he was fucked out, you would've teased him about how speechless he was. you stroked his cock, tongue poking out the side of your lips before you spoke, "you like seeing your girlfriend on her knees for you?"

"fuck," luke hissed. it was the first time you referred to yourself as his girlfriend and it was pathetic how that one sentence had him nearing his peak, but he felt possessive. you were his girlfriend now.

"you gonna answer me, luke?" you mumbled, placing kisses along the underside of his cock. "because i like being on my knees for my boyfriend."

"fuck, five star. yes," he panted, screwing his eyes shut. his body felt like it was on fire. "yes, i do, baby."

satisfied with his answer, you took him into your mouth again, moaning as he thrusted deeper. he was losing his rhythm, a sign that he was getting close. luke's eyes stayed glued on your face, committing the sight of your pink lips wrapped around his cock to memory.

with a few more thrusts, he tapped on your hollowed cheeks to signal that he was cumming. he had to steady himself when you refused to pull away, nodding when he asked if he could cum in your mouth. luke came with hot, milky spurts down your throat, loudly groaning your name as he came.

when you swallowed his load, you got up from your knees and pressed your lips against his once more. luke loved tasting his cum on your tongue. he kissed you, not once pulling away, as he led you to your bed. he pushed you on soft bed, getting on his knees to pull your panties down.

you leaned on your elbows as you watched him disappear under the fabric of the shirt you wore. luke pushed up the shirt to where your thighs began, leaving red marks on your skin as he approached your pussy. "my turn."

[rieamena]

storytime!!! so basically im going through a mini writer's block right now so i started cooking to get my mind off it and now all i can think about is cooking with ino takuma

wc: 0.8k contains: pure fluff and nanami's here too i guess, reader is referred to as girlfriend, modern au author's note: fun fact! so i lost most of this and i had to rewrite all of the parts i lost and when i found out i actually started to cry! but i hope yall like it! inbox open for requests + qna questions + anything and everything

first off, i firmly believe this guy is the most mediocre chef EVER. you cannot convince me otherwise. however!, i will give him his props. he can cook his cute lil suspiciously scrumptious dishes when he has the time but that does not stop him from trying to get better at cooking

once you two started dating, he without a doubt begun brushing up on his skills. he went from being able to make a "banger sandwich" to a "banger le poulet frit et les gaufres" which was just chicken and waffles but he's trying okay!!!

he definitely consulted (begged) head chef nanami, as he called him in this situation, to help with his culinary skills. and i'm not talking regular begged, i'm talking groveling at his feet, begged. and nanami obliged, teaching ino how to cook, starting at the very basics, the importance of mise en place: the practice of organizing and preparing your ingredients and equipment before starting to cook

soon enough, ino's culinary lessons with head chef nanami blossomed. he started from basically nothing and now he's mastered the perfect milk to cereal ratio and a near perfect filet mignon. did he know what that was? no. did he watch nanami make it under the excuse of watching is the best form of learning? yes.

but you have to start somewhere! and you have to give him his tens!! he did light the stove and he preheat the oven. he's practically a chef already! and all that watching definitely paid off

"here, try this recipe with your girlfriend." nanami slid a slip of paper over to ino, tiny, uniform inked words on it. "and here is your copy, good luck." an identical piece of paper was given to ino again but it had handwritten notes like pay attention to the flame and i wouldn't recommend substituting this ingredient, it is very vital for the overall taste of the dish

so here you both were in the kitchen, aprons on and eyes peering at the recipe. "step one," takuma started, tightening his apron like he was about to do some serious work. he lifted up a comically large pot and placed it on the stove, pulling out (and flaunting) the crabs he handpicked from the market right after. "get your pot and your crabs."

"step two," you filled the pot halfway with water, sprinkling in a bit of salt and lighting the fire underneath it. "bring your pot of water to a rapid boil."

"what're you doing babe?" your words were clearly a question though it was one that you could answer simply by looking. "i'm paying attention to the flame." takuma pulled your shoulder flush to his, eyes still watching the blue flame with intent and unwavering focus. "i don't think it's going anywhere but okay."

once the water bubbled up violently, ino threw in the crabs and you went to the bathroom to freshen up. you were humming a sweet song while drying your hands when the all too familiar shrill scream of your boyfriend pierced your ears. "takuma?!" you called out, running to the kitchen, hands an uncomfortable damp. and there he was. takuma had the pot lid propped up as if it were a shield, tears pricking his eyes, "baby...", he called out to you. "the crab... it jumped out of the pot..."

"you bought live crabs...?"

"they weren't moving when i bought them."

"ah."

grabbing some nearby tongs, you placed the crab back into the salted water, "wait..., shouldn't we kill them first?" ino slowly nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket, "let's see... wikihow... how to cook a crab..."

"freeze the crabs?!" your in-sync voices rang through your house, bouncing off the walls. "we're not freezing any crabs." you continued, confusion and sass dripping from your lips. "damn right we're not! but, uh, how're we supposed to kill them then?" gulping at your boyfriend's question, you thought for a bit

tugging at one of the drawers, a collection of knives, given to you both by nanami, were revealed. picking the biggest one up and holding it's handle firm and tightly. "surely we could just," the blade sliced through the air, mimicking the swift movement of killing a crab. takuma shook in his place, "hey, queen, you should, uh, watch where you're swinging that. you might hurt yourself," he came closer to you, fingers squeezing and squishing your cheeks. "and then i would have to nurse my pretty girlfriend back to health!"

slapping his hands away playfully, you sighed, "babe, focus! what're we gonna do? i don't wanna kill the crabs..." ino put his hands on his hips, a triumphant smile on his face, "don't worry, i got this."

long story short, he did not.

"oh my god." the plastic fork slipped from takuma's hands clanking against the matching plastic container of takeout

"what?"

"we didn't do mise en place."

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THE SHOW WAS AMAZING OMGGGGGG RAAAUGHGJFHFHFH GOES FERAL AND GNAWS ON MY COMPUTER

ALSO I MADE NEW MUTIALS HI NEW MUTUALS!!!! HEWWO!!!! BAPS YOU WITH MY PAWS

Spoilers under the cut

H-o-t-t-o-g-o, you can take me HOT to goooo

TWINKS ON ICE and "camera flash can be distracting, Phil will fall of the stage and die" absolutely SLAYED me

Dan accidentally said "Dan and pheal" instead of Dan and Phil and they both stopped to pretend to hold the pheal. Dan said that would be a better show than this.

SISTER DANIEL SLAYED

I don't know if this happens at EVERY show but in ours, the audience chose to kill the original Dan and Phil every time

Dan has illegalized ted Cruz but then got arrested for being British. Dr Phil loves helping old ladies cum and his favorite word is skibidi. I don't remember the third facts for either

Even though it wasn't picked, a whole bunch of people around us (and us) started chanting "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" when they asked what Dr. Phil's favorite word would be. Later we chanted "TOUR BUS" but that one worked!!!!

One of the audience confessions was that someone likes to "mark their territory" (yes. In the gross way) to know what it's like so sister Daniel called them a bad kitty and they sprayed the audience with water. Also Phil called out that some people had their MOUTHS OPEN while they were being sprayed.

The other audience confessions were that someone wrote "Phantrash(insert some numbers I can't remember)" on a wall in invisible ink and then MOVED OUT OF THW HOUSE AND LEFT IT THERE??? And then a confession that just said "someone in the audience thinks you sound like owls" which they both were confused by at first, but then Dan's face like. LIT UP in recognition and he repeated the question to Phil and Phil said "Who?" And Dan LOST IT and made fun of him. LMAO

They explained their first experience at a bucces. And THEN later phil said that his new favorite nuts are bucces nuts (as revealed later when they were asked by the audience to discuss nuts). Also they hate peanuts and think no one likes them unless they're paid to by "big peanut". And they both like "hot nuts" and Dan likes them salted and Phil likes them sweetened/candied. And yes they made sex jokes about it and also Dan said that Phil's favorite nuts were actually HIS NUTS

Phil having the phitties to the wind was not what I expected

I. Could have SWORN that there was an ...."uninvited guest" in the 🍑 part of the wresting match but no one's posted about it even though the whole theatre was like "AUGH!!" And they cut away and I turned to everyone next to us and was like "!!!! Uh oh was that REAL?? Um-" so. Maybe we were wrong. But I was about to be like "DANIEL HOWELL I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOUR THERAPIST IS SO GOOD BECAUSE I PERSONALLY WOULD DIE"

Dan wore a cowboy hat during the musical number

I NEED THAT SONG IN MY PLAYLIST AND THAT DANCE MEMORIZED

I MISSED THE FUCKING PHOTO OPP BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T GIVE ME ENOUGH WARNINF TO UNLOCK MY PHONEEEE evil. Evil of them. Dan and Phil you betrayed me personally. Evil. I DID however get them walking aways

I bought the Dan and Phil made me gay shirt

Unrelated to the show itself but someone was handing out worms, and there were SO many sister Daniel cosplayers, and I happened to sit literally right in front of two other systems so it was like. Halfway through the show we realized that's what was happening and it was like HEWWO???? WOAH. Also this was my first time in Austin and guys... guys some sections of these roads are fucking perpendicular. I saw multiple people with mobility aids and like I HAVE ZERO AIDS AND IT HURT TO WALK ARE Y'ALL GOATS??? ARE YOU JUST NOT ABLE TO WALK OUTSIDE AT ALL AND HAVE TO TAKE CARS??? The whole fucking city is a series of V shapes with buildings on it. Girl why do your streets go straight up into the sky are you trying to drive up to jesus. Liked the rentable scooters tho

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) || Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) || Chapter 15b (I Sing A Song of Love) || Chapter 15c (You Can Do This If You Try) || Chapter 16 (Let That Feeling Grab You Deep Inside || Chapter 17A: Never Tear Us Apart || Chapter 17B: It’s Tough To Be Somebody, And It’s Hard Not To Fall Apart  || Chapter 17C: I’m Wishing, Lord, That I Was Stoned || Chapter 18: Turn The Page || Chapter 19A: When You're Alone, Do You Let Go? ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 19B: Heading For A Spin

Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Till I lose my sense of gravity

- Patti Smith, “Dancing Barefoot” (1979) [click here to listen]

Pittsburgh || Early October, 1988

Five knocks had been their signal all tour.

He had told her that she could just walk in – that she was always welcome in his dressing room, that nobody else would disturb them. Yet she still didn’t feel comfortable doing that – respecting his space, and the quiet time he needed to collect himself before every show.

Never mind that these days, more often than not Jamie would bolt the door so that they could love each other quickly and quietly before he went on stage.

She was always ready for him – but tonight, when he answered the door, she knew he would need something different.

At about half of the concerts this tour he would wear a simple black tank top with his jeans. For the other half, he’d forgo a shirt entirely. Not that Claire minded either way, though she did love how the tattoo of her name over his heart would be proudly on display for the world to see.

Tonight he had opted for no tank – which is how she quickly noticed the rapid rise and fall of his chest, as he took very quick and shallow breaths. Eyes wide and unfocused, piercing into hers, impossibly blue amid his black eye makeup.

“Jamie,” she breathed, rushing inside and closing the door. “I’m here. Tell me.”

He swallowed, pushing her against the dressing room wall. Hips flush with hers as her cool hand rested over his heart, fingertips tracing her name inked on his body.

“I…” he gaped, then closed his mouth. Breathing deeply. Eyes wild. “I…Claire…”

“I’m here,” she repeated softly. “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Forever,” he choked. Hand fluttering under her Print t-shirt, thumbnail digging into the bone of her hip.

“I’m here, Jamie. I’m not going anywhere.”

He swallowed.

“Let me call Raymond right now. We have his home number for a reason, that’s what he told us when we called last week. We have time before the show. Everybody can wait. You have a phone in here, right?”

He shook his head. "No. Not tonight."

She frowned. “Did you take anything?”

“No,” he replied instantly. “No. No. Definitely no. Wouldn’t do that to you. To us.”

Her fingertips skimmed down the inside of his arm, and his gaze followed. She turned her hand palm upward. “Do you see your letter on me, Jamie? The one you inked yourself, in Boston?”

“Yes,” he breathed. Reached a fingertip to touch the J tattooed below her thumb.

“Focus on that. How much I love you. And do you remember when I inked my letter on you?”

He turned over his hand to proudly show her the C tattooed below his right thumb. “Your touch. Always with me.” He swallowed. “Every note I play, it’s with me.”

“That’s right, Jamie. I’m always with you, and you’re always with me.” She reached up to caress his cheek, smiling at the rasp of his stubble. “We have time. Do you want to love?”

Her hand drifted down across his chest and rested on the belt loops of his jeans. Waiting. Giving him the choice.

He leaned down for a long, slow, sweet kiss.

She felt the tension seep from his body.

“Want to wait to love you tonight,” he whispered against her lips, hips still flush with hers. Teasing. “But only if you can wait, too.”

She nodded, kissing his lower lip. “I can. But I’ll be thinking about it the whole show. How amazing it will be, later. Will you, too?”

He deepened the kiss. “Fuck yes.”

“And not here,” she gasped between kisses. “Back at the hotel. I want to take my time.”

He bit the side of her neck.

Three pounds on the door. Colum’s signal for five minutes until showtime. Because he knew better than to barge in. The one time he had…well, that was enough.

Jamie pulled away only slightly, his body still pressing Claire’s against the wall. He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Breathing deeply. Inhaling the scent of her skin.

“What happened?”

He sighed. “One of the fans at the meet and greet told me that I inspired him to get clean. Go to AA. Deal with his shit. He actually thanked me.”

“Oh, my love.” She kissed him. “That’s so wonderful.”

He sought shelter in the safety of her neck. “I fucking did that, Claire. I can’t believe it. It's...it's unreal.”

She nodded, arms winding tight around his shoulders. “You did do that, Jamie. That’s so amazing.”

“He was so fucking happy. So proud. I didn’t know what to say.”

“That’s all right. You don’t need to say anything. Knowing is enough.”

He kissed her collarbone. “I just can't get over it. For all this time, I've only thought that all that shit I used to do could only have one result. That it was all bad. And now it's messing with my head to know that my fuck-ups actually helped someone. Kind of makes me happy in a weird way that all that shit happened, because it helped him.”

She carded her fingers through his hair. “It makes it worth it. Will you promise to tell Raymond about this?”

He nodded. “Yeah. We need to talk with him about this. Not gonna lie, it's fucking with my head a bit. Because I’m nobody’s hero, Claire. Nobody in this world who has any sense should look up to me. I’m an addict, and a musician who just got insanely lucky.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Jamie smiled. Thrust his pelvis into hers. Smiling when she whimpered.

“I think it's impossible that with all the records we've sold, and with all the sold out shows this tour, that only that one person has changed their thinking. So what about..."

He swallowed, a bit unsure. Claire ran her thumb over his cheek.

"Maybe...maybe I do something official. Like, launch a sobriety support program for fans. Encourage them to have sober meet-ups with each other.”

She smiled, ecstatic. “That would be so amazing, Jamie. We should tell Colum - he can get the publicity people on it right away. You’ve got a voice – you should use it.”

Four loud knocks.

“Kiss your bride goodbye, Jamie! Everyone is waiting!” Colum yelled through the door.

Claire smiled. “You’re gonna do so great tonight. I’ll be right there with you.”

Jamie smiled. “I do have a voice, Claire. And I sing for you.”

He darted in for a kiss. And another. And another.

Neither heard the door open, until –

“For fuck’s sake!” Colum screamed. “I said kiss her, not swallow her!”

Jamie pulled away. Light. Happy.

“See you after the show,” she smiled.

“Can’t wait,” he grinned. Slung his guitar over his shoulder. Waited for her to find and pick up her medical bag. Gripped her hand. Led her to the stage.

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Ek khat ek captain dost ke naam

@paapi I friend you for life

Your name "MAYUR" typically matches your personality , the elegant, regal and disciplined vibes you give off damn....

I'll nickname you "WILLOW" the reason well...

And your communication skills , accent , vocabulary , please don't mind but I wanna steal all that bw I already told you this have'nt I ???

Although I can express all this on a call or text too but , I am a writer (Aisa mujhe lagta hai) and writers don't speak or write they bleed ink on paper , so these are my feelings for you in the form of a letter....

So ye khat aapke naam from your friend Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika....

You are the only one who actually understood my persona rather than trying to change it....

Someone who feels like a mentor

Someone who is a therapist to me (I am sorry but I had to write this)

Dear Peacock Mayur,

I hope this letter finds you in good health , I never nicknamed you again cause the one I gave you didn't approve it , but you attribute alot to a willow , The willow tree symbolizes flexibility . A big part of your purpose in this world is to learn, grow, and evolve through challenging times of adversity. The willow tree is capable of bending in outrageous poses without snapping..... And that's you these are the attributes of your personality....

I still vividly remember how we first interacted on the server , when you were praising me in the rp server and then me as usual talking about shivji and you saying about mahakaleshwar and yeah ofc the chaar dhaam yatra.... You know you can sponsor my chaar dhaam I won't mind

And then making a Spotify blend with you just to get a 99 percent match like damn I never get this high match with anyone still it would have been 100 percent if not for Kpop cause I don't listen to that music....

And then having a VC with you and the first thought I had after listening your voice , how can someone have such a beautiful voice truly euphonious and your accent let's not go there otherwise this letter would end in me fan-girling....

I just love to interact with you like how can someone be so mature and understanding....

And kindly drop the secrets cause I am in dire need of being mature.....

"You are someone who's existence will always be dear to me"

Our friendship was something which I didn't even expect and it was something I could never even think of but yeah the most beautiful friendships are unexpected.....

We are always together in everything although not physically but whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you

You are one of the most supportive person out there , I mean whenever I talk to you it doesn't feel as if I only know you for days....

You feel like koi fariyad song soft melody after tiring rock music....

How can someone be so perfect in every sense I mean how....

I won't associate you with a fictional character , cause you are a like a man written by a woman, perfect in every sense...

These are your vibes according to me :-

I still have alot to know about you.... yeah I know I speak so much that you don't get the turn to speak....

You know how I am talkative af , clingy , moody , irritating and to an extent thodi si nakchadi hu but that's how I am , I know I irritate you alot but that's how I am and that's why people leave me , so sorry for all the times when I irritated you....

And yeah I will throw a kdrama at you although I don't watch any except one which I only know so I'll throw king the land at you cause that's the only I have watched and I dare you to do what you said I'll not spare you.....

Now imagine we met and you know my obsession with Polaroids so think these pics as them...

I know deep down somedays you might also feel as if you are alone as if things are not going the way you want them to , somedays you might also feel pretty exhausted but just remember that its life ups and downs are bound to come , you'll always be a part of my prayers....

If you were a colour I'd say you as sage green cause people with sage green personalities Often are found to be perfectionists, with the great admiration for details. That is why they tend to be good researchers. Winning arguments comes easy to them and their strong-willed character makes them unwilling to accept the authority..... And yeah according to me you have all these traits....

अजीब दास्ताँ है ये कहाँ शुरू कहाँ ख़तम

I associate these lyrics to our friendship cause as I said unexpected in a way which I didn't imagine....

You are one of the most sweetest , kindest and beautiful being I ever met....

Last few days were tough for me so thank you for always being there for me and supporting me throughout....

I lost my faith in friendship way too early but thanks to you and few others that you revived it....

I don't know after writing this too I feel I am short of words , you have been there for me , for you friendships like this might not matter that much but for me it's something I'll cherish forever cause these aren't little things when I'll look back they'll be very beautiful memories....

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this song to you...

"Will you take a moment?

Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a Goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you"

I'll dedicate these lyrics to you.....

Just so you know I love you to the moon and back and will always appreciate and cherish your existence and our friendship.....

I'll dedicate these songs to you and it's voice notes well I'll send them to you....

Now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Willow aka peaco Mayur

With love always

Kaya 💗

[sunnie-angel]

Hi hi hi!! I saw Nothing Fucks With My Baby and I was like 👀 (I do have a little note on my phone with my thoughts and comments about You Never Call Me Baby (Unless I Beg You To), but that's still a wip lol). The overall idea of the Reader being the monster in the relationship is just so interesting to me, because we've seen how Jason sees himself, and how a good portion of society sees him; while the Reader is the person who strays from this common connotation. I just think this idea is so neat, I mean, I can imagine the Reader just looking a bit....not maniacal, but some softer version of that, with a glazed look in their eyes, with their eyes almost closed. They catch someone's stare after looking up from a paper they're reading or maybe after looking up on their phone, and there's no awkward smile, they don't avert their eyes. There's just a glint that can be caught that just screams this person is not good, that makes the other person avert their eyes.

Anyway!! I also wanted to say, before I got into the meat of the story, that I loved that you included the Hozier song, really set the tone for everything. 10/10.

Your descriptions always make me do a double take, in the best way, I have to say. I never expect your fics to start out the way they do, but it's so clear due to the articulation. And for a second, I did think that maybe this fic was short, with Jason possibly going on a revenge ramoage because someone did something to the Reader, and we just don't get to see what they did. But after the first paragraph, seeing the way they react to everything is honestly a bit unsettling in the best way. Because when you wrote about the sirens "and engines roar in the distance, a warning to leave before more ants arrive to swarm over the rotten carcass of the city.", I was like "This is definitely not the typical version of the Reader we get to see." The way you describe the sirens and emergency vehicles as ants wanting to swarm over the dead carcass of the warehouse is probably my favorite bit from this, not gonna lie. Not only because it's just an amazing line, but because it's a warning to us that things are different, and maybe not in a good way? If you get my drift.

Anyway, was I blushing when I read Jason saying that the best of him "has always belonged to you"?? Yes. And I love how we get to see Jason from this different variation of the Reader. They describe him as a copy of a man, pieced together by who he was and by the ropes of violence that have worn their way through his skin and into his soul, with some bit of the boy he was still tucked away. And that's who the Reader seems to be doing this for.

Except, Jason doesn't know that. Jason believes he's doing this for the Reader, to keep them (and, in his words, his heart) safe. Which can also be true. Protection is something he learned on the streets of Gotham, what he had to relearn after he came back from the dead. Protection is what he knows, even if his definition is different than the world's. And the Reader knows this, plays this to their advantage by the way they look at him, the way they phrase their sentences. I mean, they tell him “Just three more names on the list Jay. Three more and I’m safe, Gotham’s safe.” You know your eyes look big and wide, just enough to trigger his protective instincts for you. “I don’t want to be scared anymore.”

What does Jason do in response to this? He wraps an arm around them, tucks their head under his chin, and gives them assurance that they don't have to be scared with him, that these people will be dead by dawn, only the ink on the page of the Reader's list to really remember them by. After all, the end of Gotham has come in the shape of the Reader.

Sincerely, I adored this so much. Absolutely loved this as a late night read, and I know I'll love it more in the morning! Thanks for sharing this, have a good rest of your week :)

Thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 One of the reasons why I had so much fun writing monstrous reader was the role reversal. A lot of fics feature a Jason that struggles with being a monster (don’t get me wrong, I love reading them) which led me to wonder about a reader that not only embraces Jason’s capacity for darkness but in someways surpasses it. The fic starts with a trope I’ve written before, Jason protecting reader from an unnamed threat, but then I wanted to slowly working in this dawning realization that they were never the biggest threat in the room. To make you wonder if the men screaming really deserved that fate. Making the switch really depended on Jason’s devotion being palpable (and the Hozier lyrics definitely inspired some of his speech). Reader’s manipulation depends on magnifying the best parts of Jason so that he is capable of doing his worst without feeling remorse. It’s a delightfully thorny dynamic between them, I’m working on a follow up piece that explores how they got to this point.

[nucleariguana]

The Lyrics To Every Song In “Mandatory Fun”

My maid is cleaning the bathroom, so I can't take a shower When I do, the water starts getting cold after an hour I couldn't order off the breakfast menu, cause I slept in till two Then I filled up on bread, didn't leave any room for tiramisu Oh no, there's a pixel out in the corner of my laptop screen I don't have any bills in my wallet small enough for the vending machine Some idiot just called me up on the phone, what!? Don't they know how to text? OMG! I got

First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems

I bought too many groceries for my refrigerator Forgot my gardener's name, I'll have to ask him later Tried to fast forward commercials, can't, I'm watching live T.V I'm pretty sure the cookies in this airport lounge ain't gluten free My barista didn't even bother to make a design in the foam on the top of my vanilla latte

First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems

Can't remember which car I drove to the mall My Sonicare won't recharge, now I gotta brush my teeth like a neanderathal The thread count on these cotton sheets has got me itching My house is so big, I can't get WiFi in the kitchen Uh, I had to buy something I didn't even need just So I could qualify for free shipping on Amazon

First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems (First world problems)

First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems (First world problems) First world, first world problems

I'm waking up, in Cheeto dust My belly's covered with pizza crust I'm using my inhaler now I'm out of shape, fattening up I'm sipping Coke from a Solo Cup Donut crumbs are upon my lips, whoa

The TV's on, I really hate this show I can't reach my remote control Welcome to my new place, to my new place Sorry it's a cramped space, but it's my place Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, I'm so inactive Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, highly inactive

My muscle's gone, I'm atrophied Always lose my fight with gravity I rest my bones, and just chillax, whoa My NordicTrack's collecting dust And my StairMaster's a pile of rust This is it, The Inertia, whoa

I can't get up, this couch is part of me I'm growing cobwebs on my knee Pretty sad for my age, sad for my age I could break my rib cage, here is my age Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, yes, quite inactive Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, not very active

Near comatose, no exercise Don't tag my toe, I'm still alive

I'm giving up, my energy is shot I'm never moving from this spot Never move from this place, move from this place I'll stay here in this place, right in this place Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, just so inactive Whoa oh, whoa I'm, really inactive, not so attractive

Tuesday morning, 8:15 I was riding to work on the Jackson Park Express Seemed like any other day Then my whole world changed In a way I never could have guessed 'Cause she walked in Took the seat right across the aisle I knew we had a special connection The second I saw her smile

She smiled as if to say "Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before" I gave her a look that said "Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store By the way, your hair is beautiful I bet it smells like raisins"

She looked at me in a way that asked "Did you have a nose job or something? I'm only asking, cause your nose looks slightly better Than the rest of your face" I arched my eyebrow, ever so slightly Which was my way of asking "Do you want my old Hewlett-Packard printer? It still works, kinda And I got a bunch of ink cartridges left"

Then, she let out a long sigh Which, I took to mean, "Uh" "Mama, what is that deodorant you're wearing? It's intoxicating Why don't we drive out to the country sometime? And collect deer ticks in a zip-lock baggie", oh yeah

I gave her a penetrating stare Which could only mean "You are my answer, my answer to everything Which is why, I'll probably do very poorly On the written part of my driver's test"

Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express

I knew she was starting to fall for me 'Cause she crinkled her nose, which unmistakably meant "Baby, lets wear each other's clothes And speak in a thick German accent And, maybe someday we can own and operate Our own mobile pet-grooming service" I couldn't hold back my feelings I gave her a look, that said "I would make any sacrifice for your love Goat, chicken, whatever I could never hold you close enough Let's have our bodies surgically grafted together Oh, surgically grafted together"

She picked up a newspaper, and started reading to herself Which I'm sure, was a way of telling me "When you're cold, I will warm you When you're shivering, I will hold you When your nauseous, I will give you Pepto-Bismol every hour For as long as the symptoms persist" Oh, I, I never, ever want to see you cry So, please let me cauterize your tear ducts with an arc welder Then, I glanced down, at her shirt, for a second In a way that clearly implied "I like your boobs"

Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express

I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away And I'm sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say I was trying to say, "Hey I'd like to make a wall-sized mural out of all the dead skin cells That you slough off while you sleep at night" Whoa-o-Oh, "I'd like to rip you wide open And french-kiss every single one of your internal organs Oh, I'd like to remove all your skin, and wear your skin, over my own skin But not in a creepy way"

Then, I'm pretty sure, she looked at me, out of the corner of her good eye And, though, she never spoke a word, this is exactly what I heard She was saying, "Oh! I wanna make out with you, in an abandoned toll-booth, in the middle of a monsoon I wanna ride dolphins with you, in the moonlight Until the staff at Sea World kicks us out I want you inside me, oh, like a tapeworm"

I pointed to the side of my mouth, as a way of indicating "Hey, I think you got something on the side of your mouth" She licked the corner of her lips, as if to say "Here?", I nodded, implying, "Yeah, you got it"

And, then the bus stopped, at 53rd Street, and she got up suddenly "Where are you going?", pleaded my eyes, "Baby, don't you do this to me Think of the beautiful children we could have someday We could school them at home, raise them up the right way And protect them from the evils of the world Like Trigonometry and Prime Numbers, oh no Baby, please don't go"

She brushed my leg, as she left the bus I'm sure that was her way of saying "I'm sorry this just isn't working out You're suffocating me I need some space to find out what life's all about So, goodbye forever, my love"

And deep inside, I knew she was right It was time for us both to move on And no, I never got her number, oh no no She never bothered to leave her address, oh But, as long as I live, I'll never forget Those precious moments we shared together

On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express

We must all efficiently Operationalize our strategies Invest in world-class technology And leverage our core competencies In order to holistically administrate Exceptional synergy We'll set a brand trajectory Using management's philosophy Advance our market share vis-à-vis Our proven methodology With strong commitment to quality Effectively enhancing corporate synergy Transitioning our company By awareness of functionality Promoting viability Providing our supply chain with diversity (versity, ooooh) We will distill our identity Through client-centric solutions And synergy (Oooooh oooh oooh)

At the end of the day (At the end of the day) We must monetize our assets The fundamentals of change Can you visualize a value-added experience? That will grow the business infrastructure and Monetize our assets Monetize our assets Monetize our assets

Bringing to the table Our capitalized reputation Proactively overseeing Day-to-day operations Services and deliverables With cross-platform innovation Networking, soon will bring, seamless integration Robust and scalable, bleeding-edge and next-generation Best of breed We'll succeed In achieving globalization

And gaining traction with our resources in the marketplace It's mission-critical to stay incentivized Against this purple-poster-flexible-solutions for our customer base If you can't think outside the box You'll be downsized It's a paradigm shift! (Hey, Hey! Look out!) Well, it's a paradigm shift, now! (Here we go! Here we go! Here we come! Here we come! Ha!)

We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain We jumped never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a life, running for my life I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was wreck me Yeah, you wreck me

All the other kids with the pumped up picture You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up picture You better run, better run faster than my bullet

And we danced all night to the best song ever We knew every line, now I can't remember I think it went ooh eh ooh I think it went oohla eh ooh I think it goes eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Eh, sexy lady Po, po, po, po Polka Gangnam Style Eh, sexy lady Po, po, po, po Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So call me, maybe And all the other boys Try to chase me But here's my number So call me, maybe

I wanna scream and shout (hey!) And let it all out And scream and shout (hey!) And let it out We sayin', "Ohh, wee ohh, wee oh wee oh" We sayin', "Ohh, wee ohh, wee oh wee oh wee ohh, wee oh wee oh"

Now you're just somebody that I used to know Now you're just somebody that I used to know

It's going down (hey!), I'm yelling timber You better move, you better dance Let's make a night you won't remember I'll be the one you won't forget (Timber! Timber!)

I'm sexy and I know it Girl look at that body (He's sexy and he knows it)

I wear your grandad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big old coat From that thrift shop down the road (Hey!)

That's right! (He looks incredible) I do! (He's in that big old coat) It's large! Hey, lets go! (From that thrift shop down the road)

I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is super awesome

She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky

We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky

We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky Up all night to get lucky

Yes, we're up all night to get Can get lucky, we're gonna get lucky, let's all get lucky We're up all night to get lucky! (Hey!)

I saw a baby drive a truck I saw a junkie eat a tuba I saw a stripper kiss a duck Behind a dumpster in Aruba

I saw this fat, psychotic guy His underwear was made of crickets He pawned a skeleton to buy Some old expired lotto tickets

I saw a naked vagrant giving Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to his cat I probably could have gone my whole life Without seeing that

With my own eyes I see things that'd drive a normal man insane Wish I could disconnect my brain From my own eyes

I saw a mime get hacked to death With an imaginary cleaver I saw an old man's final breath I watched him die from Bieber Fever I saw these diabetic chicks In an abandoned 7-Eleven I watched them snorting pixie sticks While they were belching Stairway To Heaven

I saw two drag queens trying to see how many crackers They could shove up each other's nose I'd like to erase my mind completely but I suppose That's just the way it goes

With my own eyes I see things that'd drive a normal man insane Wish I could disconnect my brain From my own eyes (my own eyes) Those visions haunt my memory Oh, there's so much I wish I could unsee With my own eyes

Some priest got drunk and stole a circus zebra And he trained it to massage his back My guinea pig committed hara-kiri So we used him to play hacky-sack My neighbor's kids sold weapons grade plutonium And frosty ice-cold lemonade They took MasterCard and sometimes Human organs in trade, that's how we paid I have to say that it was really darn good lemonade

With my own eyes I've seen thing that'd drive a normal man insane Wish I could disconnect my brain From my own eyes (my own eyes) Those visions haunt my memory Oh, there's so much I wish I could unsee With my own eyes With my own eyes With my own eyes With my own eyes

Everybody shut up, woo! Everyone listen up! Hey, hey, hey, uh Hey, hey, hey

If you can't write in the proper way If you don't know how to conjugate Maybe you flunked that class And maybe now you find That people mock you online

Okay, now here's the deal I'll try to educate ya Gonna familiarize You with the nomenclature You'll learn the definitions Of nouns and prepositions Literacy's your mission And that's why I think it's a

Good time To learn some grammar Now, did I stammer Work on that grammar You should know when It's "less" or it's "fewer" Like people who were Never raised in a sewer

I hate these word crimes Like I could care less That means you do care At least a little Don't be a moron You'd better slow down And use the right pronoun Show the world you're no clown Everybody wise up!

Say you got an "I", "T" Followed by apostrophe, "s" Now what does that mean? You would not use "it's" in this case As a possessive It's a contraction What's a contraction? Well, it's the shortening of a word, or a group of words By the omission of a sound or letter

Okay, now here's some notes Syntax you're always mangling No "x" in "espresso" Your participle's danglin' But I don't want your drama If you really wanna Leave out that Oxford comma Just keep in mind

That "be", "see", "are", "you" Are words, not letters Get it together Use your spellchecker You should never Write words using numbers Unless you're seven Or your name is Prince

I hate these word crimes You really need a Full time proofreader You dumb mouth-breather Well, you should hire Some cunning linguist To help you distinguish What is proper English

One thing I ask of you Time to learn your homophones is past due Learn to diagram a sentence too Always say "to whom" Don't ever say "to who" And listen up when I tell you this I hope you never use quotation marks for emphasis You finished second grade I hope you can tell If you're doing good or doing well About better figure out the difference Irony is not coincidence And I thought that you'd gotten it through your skull What's figurative and what's literal Oh but, just now, you said You literally couldn't get out of bed That really makes me want to literally Smack a crowbar upside your stupid head

I read your e-mail It's quite apparent Your grammar's errant You're incoherent Saw your blog post It's really fantastic That was sarcastic (Oh, psych!) 'Cause you write like a spastic

I hate these Word Crimes Your prose is dopey Think you should only Write in emoji Oh, you're a lost cause Go back to pre-school Get out of the gene pool Try your best to not drool

Never mind I give up Really now I give up Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Go away!

Your sports team is vastly inferior That simple fact is plainly obvious to see We're gonna kick your collective posterior Of course you realize we're speaking figuratively Our stats are thoroughly impressive Our coach really has the Midas touch Our players are fast and strong and brave And your guys, eh, not so much

In fact we've played teams across the nation And you're the worst one we've come across Try to assimilate that information And it just might help you cope with your impending loss Oh, and if somehow we are still failing To affectively articulate the points at hand Allow us now to summarize them in a manner That your feeble brains can understand

We're great (we're great) And you suck (you suck) We're great (we're great) And you suck (you suck) We're great (we're great) And you suck (you suck) You see there's us (we're great) And then there's you (you suck) We're really, really great (really great) In contrast, you really suck (really suck) Okay, full disclosure, we're not that great But nevertheless, you suck

Your sports team will soon suffer swift defeat That theory's backed up by empirical evidence We're gonna grind up your guys into burger meat Again, of course, we're speaking in the figurative sense What's the use of even going through the motions When you know that you're gonna lose anyhow So why don't you save us all some time And give up now (you suck!)

I never seem to finish all my food I always get a doggie bag from the waiter So I just keep what's still unchewed And I take it home, save it for later

But then I deal with fungal rot, bacterial formation Microbes, enzymes, mold and oxidation I don't care, I've got a secret trick up my sleeve

I never bother with baggies, glass jars, tupperware containers Plastic cling wrap, really a no-brainer I just like to keep all my flavours sealed in tight

With aluminum foil (Foil) Never settle for less That kind of wrap is just the best To keep your sandwich nice and fresh

Stick it in your cooler (Cooler) Eat it when you're ready Then maybe you'll choose (You'll choose, you'll choose, you'll choose) A refreshing herbal tea Mmm, lovely!

Oh, by the way, I've cracked the code I've figured out these shadow organizations And the Illuminati know That they're finally primed for world domination

And soon you've got black helicopters comin' cross the border Puppet masters for the New World Order Be aware: There's always someone that's watching you And still the government won't admit they faked the whole moon landing Thought control rays, psychotronic scanning Don't mind that, I'm protected cause I made this hat

From aluminum foil (Foil) Wear a hat that's foil lined In case an alien's inclined To probe your butt or read your mind

Looks a bit peculiar ('culiar) Seems a little crazy But someday I'll prove (I'll prove, I'll prove, I'll prove) There's a big conspiracy

One time I was in the checkout line Behind Steven Seagal Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill Was in the very next bathroom stall My best friend's brother Well, he was an extra in Wayne's World 2 My neighbour's baby sitter Dated three of the guys in Motley Crue I swear Jack Nicholson Looked right at me at a Laker's game

I got a lame Lame claim to fame

Check it out, I bought a second hand toaster From a guy who says he knows Brad Pitt I got me an email from the prince of Nigeria Well, he sure sounded legit My sister used to take piano lessons From the second cousin of Ralph Nader Last year I threw up in an elevator Next to Christian Slater Well guess what, my birthday and Kim Kardashian's Are exactly the same

I got a lame Lame claim to fame A really lame Lame claim to fame

Once at a party, my dentist accidentally Sneezed on Russell Crowe I posted first in the comments On a YouTube video I tried to sit by Steve Buscemi But he told me this seat's taken I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy Who know a guy who knows a guy who know Kevin Bacon

I had a car that used to belong To Cuba Gooding Jr.'s uncle A friend of mine in high school Had jury duty with Art Garfunkel One time I was staying in the same hotel As Zooey Deschanel I used the same napkin dispenser As Steve Carell at a Taco Bell Well I don't mean to brag but Paul Giamatti's plumber knows me by name

I got a lame Lame claim to fame A really lame Lame claim to fame I'm talking lame Lame claim to fame A really really really lame Lame claim to fame

Ow, let's get lame boys

First things first, I'm a craftsman (craftsman) Remodelling is my only passion (it's my passion) And I'm the greatest in the business Want referrals, yo My clientèle will bear you witness (right, right) I can help when your door jamb sticks (heh?) There is nothing in the world I can't fix (yeah) I do tiles, I do stone, I do bricks Call me, I'll come rushing over with my bag of tricks (bag of tricks) Where you go when your disposal is rusted (rusted) Termite problem making you disgusted (yuck) When your front window is busted (hey hey hey) Just one man that's always trusted

I'm so handy, you already know I'll fix your plumbing when your toilets over flows I'm so handy, I'll bring you up to code When your dishwasher's about to explode

Now you see that your furnace is needing some service I'm fully bonded, no need to be nervous Perhaps you would like a new counter Formica Maybe I'll hook up your dish washer combo dryer But all your pipes are antique Your water pressure's too weak You got an attic full of dry rot Because your roof sprung a leak Your fridge is starting to reek Your hardwood floors really squeak But don't you worry I'll just show you my amazing technique Now let me glue that, glue that and screw that, screw that Any random chore you got, well I can do that, do that Or maybe I'll just rewire your house for fun I got 99 problems but a switch ain't one

I'm so handy, everyone said so I'll grout your bathroom, resurface your patio I'm so handy, I'm the guy to know When your leaf blower doesn't blow-oh-oh-oh

Patch the drywall, clean your gutters and mow the lawn Make that phone call, I'll install anything you want Yeah, check my big staple gun, my socket wrenches are second to none I won't quit 'til I'm done, don't even care if I hammer my thumb (OW!)

Still rocking my screwdriver Got the whole world thinking I'm MacGuyver Your heating bills are shocking I can solve that with some duct tape and some caulking Your house is a disaster, huh? Need a guy whose a master with the plaster, huh? Let me be your stripper Taking off lacquer, no one does it quicker

I'm so handy, you already know I'll beat all price quotes, my hourly rates are low I'm so handy, you should call this pro I'm in the phone book and se habla Español It might seem crazy, wearing stripes and plaid I Instagram every meal I've had All my used liquor bottles are on display We can go to see a show but I'll make you pay

Wear my belt with suspenders and sandals with my socks (Because I'm tacky) Got some new glitter Uggs and lovely pink sequined Crocs (Because I'm tacky) Never let you forget some favor I did for you (Because I'm tacky) If you're okay with that, then, you might just be tacky, too

I meet some chick, ask her this and that Like 'Are you pregnant girl, or just really fat?' (what?) Well, now I'm dropping names almost constantly That's what Kanye West keeps telling me, here's why

Wear my Ed Hardy shirt with fluorescent orange pants (Because I'm tacky) Got my new resume it's printed in Comic Sans (Because I'm tacky) Think it's fun threatening waiters with a bad Yelp review (Because I'm tacky) If you think that's just fine, then, you're probably tacky, too

Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I never know why Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I said Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, it's pointless to try Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I said

43 Bumper Stickers and a YOLO license plate (Because I'm tacky) Bring along my coupon book whenever I'm on a date (Because I'm tacky) Practice my twerking moves in line at the DMV (Because I'm tacky) Took the whole bowl of restaurant mints. Hey, it said they're free (Because I'm tacky) I get drunk at the bank And take off my shirt, at least (Because I'm tacky) I would live-tweet a funeral, take selfies with the deceased (Because I'm tacky) If I'm bit by a zombie, I'm probably not telling you (Because I'm tacky) If you don't think that's bad, guess what, then you're tacky, too

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi! If you're still doing the ask pairing thingy, here's my submission! This is kind of a lot of stuff, so a quick apology for the Sheer Volume of Said Stuff, and let's get into it!

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Channeling the Idiotic Nerd Energy here, but hear me out:

Mathy video essays are my lifeblood. What can I say, rat brain craves sustenance. These are two of my favorites.

This is an hour-long essay on the continuity of splines, and Holy Shit. It tickles the few braincells I have left in the most wonderful ways... (Cool stuff!!)

https://youtu.be/jvPPXbo87ds

This one's a little shorter, but it explores the basis and applications of a different number system than the reals, known as "p-adic numbers." (Also cool stuff!!) Scratches the brain cell SO GOOD.

https://youtu.be/3gyHKCDq1YA

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

И ты пытаешься снова дать очень дельный совет мне/Но я бы твоему рту предложил лучше скотч.

(Trans. You're trying again to give me such wise advice, but I'd offer that your mouth is better suited for scotch.)

The above lyrics are from 19 by ssshhhiiittt! (Fantastic song, though a little depressing). My russian is limited, but I Love this Song. This lyric, along with the rest of the verse, stands out to me because it captures the feeling of needing to change in some way, but nobody is giving that advice that you need; the advice that is pertinent.

Re: the Bois

As for the Bois™, I was never able to vibe with Asher or David (at least, not in a romantic sense.) Nothing against them, just not that into them. Platonically, I would forcibly befriend Lasko for nothing but "nefarious" reasons (DnD and hyperfixation talk).

Re: Eepy Talky Subjects

I get eepy and talk about either fountain pens or pretty dice. They bring so much joy to the rat brain. I could talk about fountain pen inks and bodies and makes and models until the universe dies, probably don't quote me on that though.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

I could probably recite most of Fantasy High or The Unsleeping City (both season 1) off memory. They're both part of Dimension 20, a live-play DnD show hosted on Dropout, and just, *chef's kiss*. Brennan Lee Mulligan (the GM) is a goddamned national treasure.

Other stuffs

Other than this, I'm just. A Guy. I'm studying to be a math teacher and I'm a type 5 on the Enneagram. I can tend to be a nervous wreck, and I also have Extreme Cool Guy Syndrome (my doctor says it's called ADHD.) So, ye! Have fun deciphering this trainwreck of an ask!!

Oh, we abso-fucking-lutely stan a couple in STEM. The nervous math teacher and the soft-spoken technician- you and Anton would be a great pair.

Type Five’s are characterized as inquisitive, innovative, and intellectual; it can be so fun to pair Fives with together because you’ll learn so much from each other and it’ll be flirting! Maybe even do the flirting in Russian, because that definitely was a factor in my complex, matchmaking algorithm.

Anton seems like the type who would love to listen and absorb, to pass the minutes hearing about the hyperfixation of the moment. Your students, math, dice sets- I don’t believe this man’s ever played a single session of a TTRPG in his life, but he’d try just because of the way your face lights up when you talk about it.

Song:

So, please, you must have faith in me/ There's no place, I'd rather be than home with you/ Where all is safe and warm/ But now I need to fight this storm

I’ve obviously got to plug my favorite Russian-singing boy. What can I say? Rybak is a dreamboat, and 5 to 7 can work really well for Anton missing you while he’s sequestered away at ETS. (Ignore the sad bit. Don’t listen to the third verse, or do! Maybe you’re an angst with a happy ending kind of babe.)

Runner-Ups:

Gavin, I like for you because I think he would be immensely charmed by the ADHD, nerd energy. Like with Lasko, there’d be so many teaching double entendres. Guy, I also like because he strikes me as a TTRPG kind of guy. He’d love actual play podcasts and series, and his chaotic energy would be great for improv if he actually played.

Note: oh my love you don’t need to tell me who Brennan Lee Mulligan is I worship and serve at the altar of Adventuring Academy 💌

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[starlostseungmin]

hi keisy <3 im curious, which fic of yours is your favorite? like which one did you enjoy writing the most, and what inspired it?

hello rin! welp, i do have a few fics that i really like, “play with fire” (hyunjin), “a gaze of astonishment” (hyunjin), “a pillow in between” (lee know), “the spilled ink on his tracing paper” (seungmin) and “candle on the window sill” (seungmin) here's a long explanation hehe enjoy!

first i have “play with fire” which i wrote when hyunjin released his dance cover, it is inspired by the victorian era, sleeping beauty and beauty and the beast, also, i associated the song because i fell in love with it at first listen. i wrote that fic for days and had my friend read it and she told me it was good. the whole concept was inspired by the theme of his dance cover, the long black hair and the prince outfit. i also implied the fact that skz’s concept were wolves during kingdom and i added a twist by mixing sleeping beauty and beauty and the beast! i don’t really know where the plot came from since it is already mixed so yeah. but i did like it so i decided to make it as a standalone series. play with fire was the first. 

second is “a gaze of astonishment”, i had this song in my head, which was overdrive by conan gray, like i know this is part of my taylor swift songs standalone series inspired by wildest dreams but i think overdrive complimented it well since it is about two strangers having fun on their first night of being with each other a few minutes after they met. i had the plot written in my head when i was riding the bus home. basically, overdrive is about seeing a complete stranger in the train or somewhere, then you just imagine how life would be if you’re with them, platonic or romantically. i got carried away with the plot so it explains why it is longer than my target length of the fic which is 7k. wildest dreams added the spice to it tho. 

third is a “a pillow in between”, i was traveling back then when this story came into my head, i was listening to a couple of supporting songs for my taylor swift songs series and minho was written for her song called, cruel summer. this is an enemies to lovers trope where i had to base it on the song itself. i know its cliche but hey, it got a lot of notes! a pillow in between was a fic that i was excited to write because i finally wrote something for minho and i had to write it while i was at the airport waiting for our plane. lmao. 

fourth is the “spilled ink of his tracing paper” this was the era where seungmin admitted he watched that kdrama nevertheless (song kang and han sohee) along with the other members. and they said it was intense so i had to watch it myself. the kdrama was suggestive but i had to cool it down for the fic since i couldn’t write smut at that time, but i tried hard for seungmin to be a walking red flag when he’s just shy to y/n. so basically it was inspired by nevertheless but instead of giving them the same roles from the drama, i had to revise it to make it more unique. but the tension is still there, only a bit. 

and lastly, “candle on the window sill” another seungmin, yes, everything i write about seungmin (and hyunjin) always become my favorite. so this fic is a part of my taylor swift song series and i associated the song the way i loved you to it because i always think of seungmin whenever i hear that song, although it’s heart breaking. but hey, it matches his vibe! a perfect man that your parents love but you had to break up because he’s too nice or it’s always about misunderstandings, also it was also inspired by how me and my friend imagine about what might happen when we get into a relationship with someone we really like but always fight? yeah, also, the fic is all about missing someone and craving one’s touch after a long time. 

honorable mention:

as the train passes by (seungmin)

if i lose, it’s your fault (seungmin)

the portrait of you and me (seungmin)

you can’t write that in books (seungmin)

wow, this is long lmao. i enjoyed answering your question tho! thank you rin!

[regalun-street]

Violet|𝐏𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞| 𝟎

"We will be having a new student joining us today." Orio-sensei informed them.

˜"*°• [Third Person Pov] •°*"˜

 Ah hah  Oya, Oya, Oya (3x) (Beng beng beng) - ad lib Beng beng beng beng beng Beng beng beng beng

Chiagozie hummed along to the lyrics, moving her body to the rhythm of the song. Dancing with music while cleaning is better than cleaning with no music.

She was listening to Beng Beng Beng by Femi Kuti alongside her little sister Amaka, and little brother James. who are in the sitting room.

'James is probably asleep though', she thinks reaching for her phone only to be met with air.

'Where did I put my phone?'Chiagozie looks frantically in every single one of the cupboards and cabinets.

'I'll just ask Amaka to call it for me.' she reassured herself.

" Amaka!"

"What!"

" Call my phone!"

" Why!"

"Just call it!"

"Fine!"Amaka agreed and Chiagozie could practically feel her roll her eyes. Ugh this gonna be a long day.

The time is 12, midnight my brother The girl leave, out of my bed now The weather outside na correct weather That kind of cold freezing weather

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It's 1 A.M on a school night, by this time most children would be sleeping only to wake up for school in the morning. 

And Chiagozie would be sleeping two if not for the fact she's been hooked to a whole book series for 3 hours. 

She rubbed her eyes as it was getting hard to see with them getting watery. 

This was exactly what Harry had been hoping for. He slipped his wand back into his robes, waited until Cedric's friends had disappeared into their classroom, and hurried up the corridor, which was now empty of everyone but himself and Cedric.

"Hi," said Cedric, picking up a copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration that was now splattered with ink. "My bag just split. . . brand-new and all. . . ""Cedric," said Harry, "the first task is dragons. "

"What?" said Cedric, looking up."Dragons," said Harry, speaking quickly, in case Professor Flitwick came out to see where Cedric had got to.

"They've got four, one for each of us, and we've got to get past them. "Cedric stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night flickering in Cedric's gray eyes."Are you sure?" Cedric said in a hushed voice.

"Dead sure," said Harry. "I've seen them. "

"But how did you find out? We're not supposed to know. . . . "

"Cause he's Harry Potter." she answered the book, the book didn't respond.

If you couldn't have guessed before then yes, what she's reading is none other than Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. 

Bookmarking the page she was on, she checked the time on the phone it read 2:59. 

'Okay that's enough for me.'she thought as she set the book on the desk right next to her. 'I have school tomorrow.'

Yawning Chiagozie blinked tiredly and stretched her arms generating a popping sound. She sighed. 

Reaching over to the light switch right above her desk, a thought popped into her mind. Chiagozie had almost forgotten one more thing.

Quickly she sent a message to her pen pal Yugi Muto.

CaramelEnthusiast:

I'm Here In Domino.

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BEEP!

The sounds from the alarm surrounded the lovely Reynold home.

BEEP!

Russet's eyes cracked open, narrowing at her ceiling as if it offended her. Then widening as she looked at the alarm.

BEEEEEEP!

"OH Shit I'm late!"

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The voices of students were spread all over the classroom. With students talking in their respective friend groups. 

And at the center of it all was none other than our rising protagonist Yugi Muto, making a card tower.

Though all chatter died down when the classes homeroom teacher Orio-sensei arrived with his usual paper  at the classroom. 

"Good Morning class.",Orio-sensei called placing down his belongings .

"Good Morning Orio-sensei!", they answered back.

"We will be having a new student joining us today.", informed them.

Just as he said that the door opened and as a tall dark skin girl wearing the Domino high school uniform walked in. Instead of the blue ribbon being tied around her shirt collar in a bow as it usually was for the girls uniform, it was just a simple knot paired with black leggings and a longer skirt. 

Whispers spread through the class like wildfire as they all stared at her, thoughts like 'Wow a foreigner.', 'Who is she?' and 'She's so tall.' swam through most of their minds except for two.

"Hello I'm Reynold Chiagozie,nice to meet you." She bowed politely before pulling herself back up with a nervous smile,"And I'll be in your care."

[kirazdaha]

HAHAHAHA Every Turk Family has one of those names and unironically mine does too 🫡 Tell your mother thank you she is a very lovely lady

I know all of the artists you listed below because my dad blasts them on the radio everytime we go out... I call it old people music but hey I never said it was bad, they're awesome and I might have memorised some of the artist's songs from how much I listen to them... Barış Manço is a classic without a doubt! Fun fact my parents were able to go to his concert and got a signed picture with him I will always envy how lucky they were 😭 I love how women in the industry made the most iconic songs I hear them often in weddings too! Or clubs, even though I only went to one once I'm not very fond of them...

My questions were do you have any tips or inspiration with how you draw! I love your art and artstyle and it's honestly what I've been trying to achieve for a while, I can't believe I'm learning how to draw men because of a silly lawyer show it's a disease...

(We are just having a conversation at this point) (I feel like those people who speak out loud in public) (I hope you and anyone who's reading this is having a good day :) be kind to yourself and others everyone)

OH MY GOD i envy them too😭😭 also omg that sounds like heaven to me. the other day i went out partying and i felt sooo out of place because i only knew like 3 songs. omg it was so so bad.

hmmm tips and inspiration…. my number 1 tip would definitely be to look at a lot of other artists you like and analyze what exactly you like. and then try to emulate that in your own work. i try to look for inspiration everywhere - artists online, traditional artists, old masters, 3d artists, even theatre and poetry, etc. - doesnt mean that i am equally inspired by them all (because all these things at once sound so scary and big but they really arent!) but rather, i try to be open for anything and that helps me find inspiration :) 

ill try to explain my thoughts more under the cut because this got long:

for me for example, so far i only posted some art i made that was lined (which, i would say makes up maybe half of the art i draw - i mostly sketch and recently have been building up the courage to paint more) and one of my inspirations is meltow. i think if you go over and check out their art youll definitely see it lol. but also i love the clean look some comics have and my friends tell me my art looks like it belongs in a comic which, i guess yeah :) when it comes to colors and composition i LOVE this artists works. i still have a lot to learn and just looking at their works inspires me so much!!!

i will say i have ALWAYS struggled with lineart. its probably the worst thing in the world to me because it never feels right!!! i like lining on paper with harsh inks and stiff ink nibs that allow for like. very little variety in line weight, but i havent done that in over 3 years (i hope i can get back to that). but yes, something about lineart makes me feel so icky when i use any brush that reacts to the pressure you put on your tablet LOL i just hate it. ugh. i havent been able to work it out.

it was only in 2020 i think that i decided to try it out with a thick brush with some texture and no pen pressure. that probably was the first time i got actual lineart that (at the time) i liked done. and then later on, discovering that other artists are able to achieve beautiful drawings with similar brushes AND that lining with a very simple brush can feel so satisfying helped me evolve a lot! until 2022, i actually wasnt able to give my art the kind of finished look that i wanted. so what people consider my style is really just born out of my limits and working with them. that obviously doesnt mean that i dont try to challenge myself as much as i can. i do and i think everyone should! thats what makes art so fun

if theres any good advice i can give to a beginner itd probaaaaably be. okay this is difficult and i feel like im not really qualified for this. as a hobbyist much less so because a lot of the knowledge and skills i acquired was through an intuitive process (i could never stick with habits such as regular studies or warmups or whatever is meant to be good for you) which definitely isnt the most “productive” way but i mean it doesnt have to be. its just a hobby! you dont have to perfect art. but yes, i would definitely say dont stop drawing. youll always be your harshest critic and at the beginning, and especially if you begin at an older age because youve been training your eye your whole life but your drawing skills for only a relatively short time you will notice a lot of mistakes. and youll think you wont achieve the image you have in your head. and maybe you wont (because youll always strive for more and youll never really be satisfied as an artist bla bla) for a while. but you have to keep drawing! try out different strategies, find out how other artists draw, watch speedpaints, try out different papers and pencils, try everything that makes it more fun and keep going! it will all pay off!! 

in my eyes theres also no point in saying “i should wait till im better to draw this idea i have” because if inspiration strikes you you should use that. even though i still sometimes catch myself thinking like that. you can always redraw things later on!! if theres anything that will keep you drawing you should use that! like getting into shows and games that make me want to draw helps a ton LOL people are not joking when they say getting obsessed with one character is the quickest way to improve. i 100% agree!!! if you saw my first nachos you wouldnt even recognize him. not kidding wow this got long. thank you for the questions though!! i hope some of my rambling can help you. feel free to talk to me whenever!

[nel-world]

It's Jane, right?

Well, Jane, I gotta say,

this place is awesome.

- Really? Does it inspire awe?

- No. I mean, you know, it's great.

Just what I've been looking for.

That's what I meant.

I had an entire house before,

detached and all...

...but I was just tired of the lawn care,

upkeep and whatnot. You know?

Well, the blinds are new.

Everything's been painted.

Jesus.

Utilities are included.

Stacking. Sweet.

- You got cable?

- Already wired. Just call to activate.

High speed, whatever.

Bathroom, cool tile.

Bedroom.

Nice.

I'm a fan of the hardwood.

- So you're interested?

- Definitely. Definitely, yeah.

And you're good with NP, NS?

Sorry. What?

In the ad? No smoking, no pets.

You wanna smoke, you do it outside.

No. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no.

It's cool. No worries.

All right, the usual drill. I'll need a W-2

or recent pay stub, current employer...

...former address, you know,

the yadda yadda.

And if it's all copacetic, I'll call.

Yeah. Look...

...the thing is...

...I can...

Unbelievable.

- I'm just currently between situations.

- Then I'm currently not renting.

Look, look, I got the money and

I'm totally good for it for, like, ever.

Come on, yo, can you please,

please just help a brother out?

Yo, my dad's not really

a make-exceptions kind of guy.

- Trust me.

- Your dad?

Owns the place. I manage it.

Pen on paper. That's what I need.

Or go run your game

somewhere else.

Dude, I got nowhere else to go.

This is it.

And I got no game, all right?

I just need a chance.

Look, my folks, they kicked me out.

I'm a disappointment, apparently.

Didn't meet their expectations again.

So you know, now

I'm persona non gratis or whatever.

But you know what?

I'm a good person and I work hard.

I will pay you every month

and I will pay you on time.

I will not mess this up, okay?

I swear.

Rent just went up.

A hundred more a month.

That's the cash price.

Yes.

Okay. Yes.

Hey, you rock. Thank you.

Thank you. You won't regret this.

And in addition to first and last,

I want two more months.

DBAA fee, non-refundable.

Yeah, of course. No problem.

DBAA. Obviously, yeah.

All right. So, what's DBAA?

- Don't be an asshole.

- Gotcha.

- I live next door.

- Really?

Don't think for one second you have

squatter's rights, because you don't.

If you blow this, I want you gone.

I know guys that'll have your skinny

ass out back by the Dumpster...

...faster than you can blink.

I'll fill it in. Just sign your name.

Which is what, by the way?

It's Jesse.

Jesse Jackson.

Seriously?

What?

///

MICHAEL

Look, you're the one that told Karen we'd have it all written out. There are gaps. Things we lost when we moved or stuff out of order.

JIMMY

Move.

MICHAEL

What?

JIMMY

This scene shouldn't be here. We had it at the top. We cut this song, this one too.

MICHAEL

What? We had a better version of this entire sequence. We worked on it all night, wasted, remember? Fourth of July.

JIMMY

I thought it was on my computer, but I can't find it anywhere.

MICHAEL

It's in my old notebook. Which I left back at— Forget it. I thought this was important to you.

JIMMY

We'll remember it. I'm sure.

MICHAEL

Not exactly how it was. You can't go back there, Jimmy. End of story.

///

You left your cave.

Yeah.

I was... I'm missing my TV.

Thinking maybe I'd hit Costco.

You know,

snag a big-ass wide-screen.

So...

Yeah.

What you drawing?

Damn.

That's good.

Make a hell of a tat.

That's the plan.

Really?

I work part-time, down at ABQ Ink.

Right on.

Yo, you're a real good drawer.

So there's this kid, right? He comes from a nothing family. You know, dad dies, mom remarries some animal, beats the crap out of him. The kid packs up. He lives on the streets. Drugs, stealing, you know, whatever. You've heard all this stuff before, which is why it's all done away with in the opening number. He hates the world. He thinks everybody's against him, which— He's probably right. He wishes he could show everyone how they really are.

I used to do a little of that.

You used to be a drawer too, huh?

What stopped you?

You know, just...

So tell me something.

What kind of tattoo artist

has no tattoos?

That's way too big a commitment.

Hey, man. You're Pinkman.

You're the man!

Everybody's been talking about you.

Yeah.

Right on, man. Keep it real.

"Pinkman, " huh?

Yeah.

I thought your name was "Jackson."

//

KAREN

I just called about you. Hey. Are you okay? What's going on? You don't look so good.

JIMMY

I may have done some drugs.

KAREN

Oh, you've definitely done some drugs. Which ones?

JIMMY

Nothing makes sense sometimes, you know?

KAREN

I know. Like, did I screw everything up? 'Cause, like, I was angry, and then Derek was angry, and then Kyle was angry. I mean, are you angry?

JIMMY

You're lying. Even like this, I see. I get so sick of letting everyone down. I am sick of it. It's like I do it all the time.

KAREN

Okay, let's go inside and get you some water. You can lie down in my dressing room.

JIMMY

Oh, no, I do not want to go in there.

KAREN

Jimmy.

JIMMY

Why? Why would I? So everyone can see what a mess I am?

KAREN

That's not why you go in there. You go in, so everyone sees you can handle rejection. It makes them respect you. I mean, when I didn't get Marilyn, that's what I did. I showed up for work.

JIMMY

So you really want me to go in there like this? You think that this shows that I can handle it?

KAREN

You're learning. You're getting a thicker skin.

JIMMY

I was waiting out here for you.

KAREN

You were?

JIMMY

I'm so glad you showed. Wow. Wow, and I'm not just saying that because I'm rolling.

KAREN

Let's try that again sometime when you're not high.

//

ACTOR 1

The songs are great.

KAREN

                So the boys have got some ideas about

                adding a couple of songs, but they

                need help with structure. Hope you're

                up for it.

                            ANA

                Up for what? You're not asking me to

                be a dramaturg, are you? You know

                full well my feelings about that.

                            KAREN

                Yeah? 'Cause the last time you used a

                dramaturg, it worked out pretty well

                for everyone. The boys have got

                talent, but they don't have time.

                They need a firm hand.

KAREN gives ANA a reassuring look.

JIMMY

The songs? That's all you have to say?

ACTOR 2

The concept's cool, but the dialogue and the characters...

JIMMY

Come on, guys, I can't be the only one who sees this.

ACTOR 3

Are you saying it was bad?

ACTOR 4

It just needs some work.

ACTOR 1

I wouldn't say "some."

JIMMY

No, you just didn't get it because it's not what you're used to. It's not Broadway.

ACTOR 2

Yeah, it's not good, so—

KYLE

//

Hey, yourself.

So listen. My...

My name is not really

Jesse Jackson.

It's Jesse Pinkman.

And that guy you met...

...he's not my dad.

You're not gonna kick me out,

are you?

Because I actually really like it here.

I don't make it my business

what you do.

So long as you don't do it here.

So, hey, I got this kick-ass

new flat-screen.

Wanna see?

It's got that thing where the blacks...

...are, like, you know,

really, really, really black.

And the Dolby six-point-whatever.

So it'll really rock the house.

But I'll, you know...

I'll keep it way down, of course.

I don't know what the hell

is taking so long.

Come on, come on.

JIMMY

I thought I was. That's the problem. How can you be so bad at something that you love so much?

KAREN

This was your first try.

KYLE

I just wish the whole show could be your songs.

JIMMY

Why can't it?

KYLE

What are you talking about?

JIMMY

You just mentioned Rent. It started as a book musical, but by the time it got to off-Broadway, the dialogue was gone, and it was all songs. Sung through. Jimmy could write some new songs to fill the gaps where the dialogue used to be. It's still your story, Kyle, and if you work fast enough, we could still go for fringe. All we need is a first act. I think it could work.

KYLE

I'll get the book. Then we'll start thinking about what songs we need.

MICHAEL

Hey, uh, can I— can I talk to you about something?

KAREN

I'm going to get some more booze.

MICHAEL

Uh, I need to talk to you about what happened at Ronnie's concert.

KAREN

You don't have to say anything.

MICHAEL

I know, but I want to. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, especially now that we're working together, you know?

KAREN

Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Kyle told me about your situation. I didn't know.

//

I really need to get some furniture.

I suggest you start with a bed.

God, I wish we could smoke in here.

- Well, you can't.

- Yeah, no.

I know.

I'm just saying.

Don't think I can't smell that weed.

You better seriously hope that airs out.

My dad will keep your security deposit.

He has a nose like a damn bloodhound.

Yeah? Has he ever caught you? Yeah.

Many times.

Well, listen.

Since I already lost my deposit and all maybe we should light up.

No, thanks.

You sure? Well, is it cool if I burn one? Maybe you'll change your mind.

Do what you wanna do, I guess.

Hey.

What'd I say? Nothing.

I just have to go is all.

What's this? My 18-month chip.

I'm in recovery.

And, you know, pot is like stepping stones.

Recovery? That's cool.

Right on.

I respect that.

You know, I don't really burn much anymore.

It's just a sometime thing.

But no more, like, in the house.

So you wanna go grab some dinner? I could really go for some Chinese.

No, I better hit it.

We We cool? Your satellite is on, by the way.

That screen is badass.

we got into fringe festival

//

i cant do it

KAREN

Today sucked. Rehearsal was crazy. It made me question why I'm even doing this at all. But as soon as I got out of there, the only place I wanted to be, the only person I wanted to be with was you, on stage singing. Because when I do, I remember why I ever wanted this.

JIMMY

Yeah, just not enough to actually stick with it.

KAREN

You can be mad at me. Fine. But don't take it out on everyone else. They worked hard for this. It's their last performance. Do it for them. Do it for yourself.

//

need a rewrite

KAREN

Yeah, exactly. Sometimes the work gets better. And sometimes it doesn't.

ANA

You know what? As nice as it is to see you, this isn't your problem. Maybe it would be if you were still in the show.

KAREN

You're right. I'm sorry. The theme you're looking for is already there. It's about reinvention, changing who you are, your destiny.

ANA

Mm. Unfortunately, that isn't universal, 'cause people don't really do that, do they?

//

hey're LED screens. They allow for a big range of photographic sets.

 ANA

Hey, what's going on?

JIMMY

Hey. I've just put together some ideas for the show, and I think you're going to like them. They're LED screens. They allow for a big range of photographic sets. They're from Japan, very high tech.

ANA

That's cool, but we're low-fi. I figured we'd have, you know, actual furniture.

JIMMY

Yeah, well, if you're not going to let me have a name actor for the diva, we need to make a statement somewhere. How about with the show itself? I'm just trying to get us on the same page.

ANA

The more you talk, the less I feel that we are. This isn't Broadway.

JIMMY

What do you know about Broadway?

ANA

Well, I know that you're used to getting anything you want there and that last time, you put so many bells and whistles all over everything that no one noticed the show had any problems until it was too late.

JIMMY

I'm just trying to open your show up. All right? That's what a good director does.

ANA

The show doesn't need opening up. It needs to be true to what it is.

JIMMY

Well, this is harder than I thought.

//

I don't want them overwhelmed by the staging.

SCOTT

Thematically, yes, one of the best things about the show is the chemistry between your two leads. I don't want them overwhelmed by the staging.

ANA

That was me thinking you wanted to make a splash with your first show, Scott. Blow the town away.

SCOTT

Yeah, but I don't want to bankrupt the theater to do it. Well, I've got five LED screens arriving this morning. They're all donated. Contrary to popular opinion, I've got some friends in this business.

ANA

Look, it'll be a Broadway show with an off-Broadway budget. Come on, at least let me show you what I'm thinking. It's a little vague right now, but picture red, white, and blue.

ANA

Where's our Marilyn? I thought we were doing Mr. and Mrs. Smith today.

ASSISTANT

We switched up the schedule a little bit at the last minute.

ANA

Well, no one told me.

//

JIMMY

Do you want to spend the whole time rebooting a computer? What I don't want is to show some kid simply walking across the stage for five minutes.

DEREK

It's "some kid" walking across a stage to tell a girl that he loves her. If we can't get an audience to care about that on its own, one of us isn't very good at his job.

JIMMY

So, what, you're saying I can't direct this show?

DEREK

No, I'm saying you hide behind fancy screens and orchestras and clothes because you have nothing else up your sleeve.

ANA

What do you think, Karen? Do we need any of this?

KAREN

Don't put her in the middle.

DEREK

I didn't. You did. Tell him what you really think.

KAREN

Shut up. It's okay. Go ahead.

ANA

It's not right for this show. I'm sorry, Derek.

DEREK

Pathetic, the lot of you.

..

DEREK

You know, I got bigger jobs, more money, bigger sets. And yes, there is a very slim possibility that you might have a point. It's been a while since I had to think outside the box.

JIMMY

Thanks.

DEREK

So your show's not about scenery or props or costumes, so what is it about?

JIMMY

Two people falling in love. And what gets in the way of that. And what gets in the way of love is other people. In my experience, at least.

DEREK

Great. Well, let's show that, then. Okay, so we're halfway through act one. Jesse has just heard Amanda singing a song on the radio, a song that he wrote that she stole. But he's not angry. He wants to see her again. So he goes after her. So stage right is Greenpoint, where Jesse starts out. Stage left is L.A., where Amanda is performing her first big concert as Nina. But the journey is tough. There are many obstacles in the way.

ANA

Obstacles? Thank you. Music track, please.

//

eah.

-We should do something.

-Yeah, we should.

No, something else.

We should go somewhere.

Have you been to the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum? Is that the one with the A-bombs? Georgia O'Keeffe.

She's a painter.

You've never heard of Georgia O'Keeffe? No, is that bad? -Boy, you need some educating.

-Yes, yes, I do.

Come here.

Why don't we go up to Santa Fe? We'll make a day of it.

You wanna go all the way to Santa Fe for a museum? So romantic.

Yup, we're going.

Get up.

Why can't we just go to the movies or putt-putt? It's the shit.

A little culture won't kill you.

Besides, you might like it.

A lot of her paintings look like vaginas.

Really? -ls there still cereal? -Yeah.

Yo, if I know you, leave a message.

Where the hell are you? Pick up the phone.

-Hello? Jesse, pick up-- -Hold on, hold on.

Sorry, one sec.

-What? -I've been trying to reach you.

Where's your drop phone? -I've been busy.

-Well, clear your social calendar.

//

You weren't supposed to wake up.

Ever or? No, I was just thinking that I'd bring it, you know, in.

You want me to go back to bed? No, I guess that'd be kind of-- No.

Need some help? No, I got it.

Just have a seat.

Is there any coffee? Yeah, shit.

One second.

Well, at least let me do that.

No, I don't want you to have to do anything, you know? All right.

Here.

You take the good one.

It's huevos rancheros.

-I can tell.

-Yeah? -Fork.

-Oh, yeah.

There you go.

So, what are you up to today? Working? -Whatever that means.

-No.

I'm all yours.

//

And who's this? This guy can surf without a board? That's Hover Man.

He can surf, skate, glide whatever, because he's always got a 6-inch cushion of air under his feet.

That's cool.

Great lines.

And this guy? What's his superpower? That's Kanga-man.

Kanga-man? Half-man, half-kangaroo? -And who's this in his pouch? -His sidekick, Joey.

He rides around in his pouch and, you know fights crime.

So that makes Kanga-man a she.

You know that, right? Only female kangaroos have pouches.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But, you know, it's definitely a dude.

He's a product of experimentation.

He's kind of hot, I guess.

Nice haunches.

-And this is? -It's Backwardo.

Wait, no.

I actually-- I changed it to Rewindo.

Anyways, he goes backwards.

He can make everything go in reverse.

Time and stuff? Like time travelling? No, he just walks backwards.

He walks backwards? Is that a superpower? What good is that? No, I mean, he does it, like, really fast.

Okay, look, say someone's coming at him with a knife, right? I mean, it's helpful.

Then he can just zip backwards away from them.

Okay.

Yo, I was a kid when I drew all these.

It was like four years ago.

-They all look like you.

-What? It's you in all of these.

No.kjk,,

I wonder what a shrink would say if he saw them.

Oh, shut up.

Like you never wanted a superpower.

-ls that your door or mine? -I don't know.

It sounds like mine.

-I gotta go.

-Where? Hey, where? Hey, hold up.

Where are you? Jane.

Jane.

-Hey, Dad.

-There you are.

Hi, honey.

I saw your car, so I was pretty sure you were home.

Yeah, sorry.

I was working.

I had my headphones on.

Finally realized that I wasn't the drum track? -Exactly

//

Look, there's some stuff about me you don't know and.

Like you're a drug dealer? I kind of got that.

You pay in cash and you use an alias, so.

One of my guys a friend who worked for me got murdered.

It was my fault.

I put him on that corner.

I'm gonna smoke some crystal and I just think you should go being that you're in a programme and all and.

You could come with me to a meeting.

No.

No meetings.

We could just get out of here.

-lt won't help.

-Yeah, it will.

And I don't need you telling me that it won't.

I just.

All right, I really just need you to go.

Sir? Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

You're late.

Yeah.

We're in the big time now.

//

I just think if we had enough money nobody could make us do anything.

Oh, just let it ring.

No, I'm gonna go see who it is.

//

 UNEXPECTED VISITOR

                Not here. Let's go.

                            JESSE

                Pretty nice place you guys here.

                            UNEXPECTED VISITOR

                What are you doing here? How'd you

                find me? You broke into my house, man.

                I knew you was alive. Did a little

                digging. Here you are.

                            JESSE

                Dude, I don't have it. Even with all

                these posters with your name on 'em?

                It's not anywhere near what I owe you.

                            UNEXPECTED VISITOR

                Well, you'll find it. I know where you

                live, and I know where you work. You

                know, maybe I could meet some of your

                new friends? I need time. I'll see you

                soon.

The UNEXPECTED VISITOR exits, leaving JESSE looking worried and tense.

//

So I was I was I wanted to ask you

                for an advance on my money

JESSE

                So I was I was I wanted to ask you

                for an advance on my money. It's just

                it's hard to work shifts at the

                restaurant when I'm in rehearsal.

                            EILEEN

                (smiling politely)

                Sorry to break it to you, but this is

                nonprofit theater.

                            JESSE

                Well, I mean, what about all these

                people? Aren't they supporting us? I

                mean, they don't look so hard up.//

//

DEREK

                Really? What about me? I'm right in

                front of you.

                            JIMMY

                God, that's enough! This is so sweet,

                I'm getting a cavity. The scene is

                supposed to prevent Amanda from

                committing suicide. You do it like

                that, the entire audience is gonna

                want to jump off the bridge with her.

                            DEREK

                That's a little harsh, Jimmy.

Derek gestures for them to try again.

                            DEREK (CONT'D)

                Do it again, please.

AMANDA tries a different approach.

                            AMANDA

                I don't understand. Your life is

                perfect.

Derek interrupts.

                            DEREK

                No, no! God, you're all over the

                place. This is a mess. I'm trying

                something different.

                            JIMMY

                Well, why don't you try my blocking

                instead?

                            KAREN

                All right, maybe we should take a

                break.

                            DEREK

                No! Again.

AMANDA starts again, frustrated.

                            AMANDA

                I don't understand. Your life is

                perfect.

Derek cuts in, exasperated.

                            DEREK

                My God. You know what? This is the

                last time I use untrained actors.

Karen steps forward, concerned.

                            KAREN

                Derek, what are you doing?

                            DEREK

                This doesn't concern you, Karen.

                            KAREN

                It feels like it does.

//

 DEREK (cont'd)

                I want to try and tell the story in

                flashback, all right? A bit like Sunset

                Boulevard or All About Eve.

                            ANA

                What do you mean?

                            DEREK

                Well, you know, it's like a classic

                murder mystery, where you begin with the

                ending. So, the diva's in disgrace.

                Amanda's dropped her alter ego. She's

                already succeeded just as herself.

                            JESSE

                Won't that spoil the ending?

                            DEREK

                No, it doesn't spoil it. It sets it up.

                            KAREN

                What are you talking about?

                            DEREK

                Okay, you, come with me.

Derek grabs Karen and pulls her towards the stage.

                            DEREK (cont'd)

                No, no. You. Come on, let's go. All

                right, the diva just here. Goes to

                Amanda's concert. All right? She's just

                a face in the crowd. She moves forward

                among the throng. Come on, throng.

                Join us. All right. She comes down to

                the front, all right? Okay, wait there.

                She raises the gun. Bang.

The room goes quiet.

                            DEREK (cont'd)

                But who did she kill? Jesse? Amanda?

                Someone else? That question would give

                away everything.

                            KAREN

                Yeah, we don't see you. Diva's the only

                person on stage. She's the only voice

                that we hear.

                            ANA

                (holding the gun)

                Yeah.

                            DEREK

                Ana, you still got the gun from the end

                of the last scene, right?

                            ANA

                Yeah.

///

JIMMY

(hesitant, conflicted)

Karen, I want that too. But... I can't just open up about everything. Not yet.

Karen's expression softens, understanding but still concerned.

                            KAREN

                Why not? What are you afraid of?

Jimmy looks down, struggling to find the words.

                            JIMMY

                It's complicated. There are things... things I'm not proud of. Things

                that... I don't want to burden you with.

Karen steps closer, gently placing a hand on Jimmy's arm.

                            KAREN

                You don't have to carry it alone. We're in this together, remember?

Jimmy looks up at Karen, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and fear.

                            JIMMY

                I know. And I want to be honest with you. I just... need time.

Karen nods slowly, squeezing Jimmy's arm reassuringly.

                            KAREN

                Okay. I understand. Just know that I'm here whenever you're ready.

Jimmy nods gratefully, a weight seeming to lift off his shoulders.

                            JIMMY

                Thank you, Karen. For everything.//////////

DEREK:

This is a private audition.

JIMMY:

For my part?

DEREK:

No, for your understudy, genius. Been seeing people all week. You'd know that if you were ever here.

KYLE, the stage manager, enters with SAM STRICKLAND, a hopeful auditionee.

KYLE:

This is Sam Strickland. He was in the ensemble of Bombshell.

JIMMY:

Well, then, he should probably audition for the ensemble of Hit List and not my part.

DEREK:

Guess what? That's not your call. Sam's a great talent. He just hasn't found the right role yet.

JIMMY:

I know that you're a visionary, Derek, but I think you're losing your touch. Get him out of here, please, Kyle.

KYLE:

No, don't worry. I'm leaving.

Frustrated, Jimmy turns to Derek.

JIMMY:

My buzz just wore off.//

DEREK:

You'd just go A.W.O.L. for a week, and nothing would happen?

JIMMY:

Well, I was a little late a couple times. I'm sorry. I don't see why everyone's making such a big deal about it.

DEREK:

People are coming tonight who could bring this show to Broadway. Our show. It's what we always wanted. Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore?

JIMMY:

Don't blow everything up just because somebody broke your heart. This sounds stupid, but I don't know, I thought maybe she was the one. I'm not really sure there is a one.

DEREK:

Says the guy who just cheated on his boyfriend.

JIMMY:

I hate you.

DEREK:

No, you don't. I keep you honest.

KYLE approaches, interrupting their heated conversation.

KYLE:

Look, my parents are coming tonight. We're taking Blake to dinner before the show.

//

Jimmy and Derek exchange looks, their personal and professional tensions hanging heavy between them.

SCOTT:

Karen, I am so sorry. He's totally out of control. What you just saw was Jimmy's last performance. I don't want him around here if he can't get himself together, and I very much doubt that's possible.

Karen nods, absorbing the weight of the situation.

KAREN:

What about the show?

SCOTT:

We'll shut down for a couple of days, give Sam a chance to get ready. Just let me be the one to tell him.

KAREN:

Okay. Go on, then.

///

JESSE:

You want the story? Okay, well, my dad beat the crap out of me and my mom. After she died, me and Adam were on the streets. I dealt drugs, okay? I used them. I watched people O.D., and I didn't call 911. When you're living life like that, you do a lot of things that you are not proud of. Adam got me into that life. Kyle saved me. He is my real brother. So when I tell you that Adam is nobody to me, it's because he is nobody to me. Please just... I don't cut me out of your life because of who I used to be. I have changed. I wasn't a good person, but ever since I met you, it's all I want to be.

Karen listens intently, her expression softening with empathy as she processes Jesse's words.

KAREN:

Let's go take our seats.

They walk off together, the city lights casting a gentle glow as they find solace in each other's presence, carrying the weight of their pasts into a hopeful future.

[lostyetfinding]

Acrylic and Ink

Chan has been feeling out of it, stuck with a song but no lyrics so Jisung and Changbin suggest he take some personal time. Jisung gets him an appointment at the Acrylic and Ink tattoo parlor so he can cover up an old scar he has been planning to cover for a while. But the place is different from other tattoo parlors Chan has been to. From the smell of acrylic paint to the big windows letting the sunshine in to the freckled and surprisingly not inked tattoo artist, Felix. And maybe he gets a tattoo plus some inspiration!

I don't even know what to say. I got a tattoo Saturday morning and the combination of that and the new individual stray kids Instagrams had me out of it. It's Tuesday right now, I have been writing this story on and off for four days in between working and writing my other fic that is at like 90k...

I have no clue what to do with myself anymore. I just know if I didn't write this it would not leave me alone. As I was working on it, Chan became more like me, having a sensitivity to smell and when I described the tattoo process I could only describe how it felt for me. I honestly enjoy the pain of tattoos (I have issues) which means he did as well. This is not everyone's experience. I always recommend hydrating before a tattoo and don't be like Chan in this (or me in real life) and try to eat food before the appointment and avoid caffeine that day. Now I have to go write an article as the editor for a university news source and edit the next chapter of my ongoing fic because I have no self-control.

Please leave comments and questions but no concerns because I am honestly the most concerned. Trust me, I don't need any more.

I hope you enjoy!

Read on ao3 or below

3RACHA BOIS (Chan, Jisung, Changbin)

Changbin: what is this gc name?

Chan: jisung picked it not me

Jisung: We are 3racha, what's wrong with it?

Changbin: ew punctuation

Chan: it's fine

Changbin: why the bois?

Jisung: Cause we are the BOIS!!!! 🥳

Changbin: and I repeat, ew

Chan: while this is very entertaining

          I have been stumped all day, can't write the lyrics for this song

Jisung: Come get lunch with me, eating always helps me get out of a stump! 🍜

Changbin: can you not use punctuation pls

Jisung: Without a question mark that is just a statement, punctuation matters hyung!

Changbin: ?????

                 now is it a question

Jisung: There is another statement, how wonderful.

Chan: why am I even here?

Changbin: just go relax chan

Jisung: Are you asking metaphorically or literally? Also, do you mean here as in this groupchat or here as in reality?

Changbin: he obviously meant the gc han

Chan: I wish you guys would flirt in private and leave me alone

Jisung: He just insulted me and you call that flirting?

Changbin: that was not an insult

Chan: changbin has never been the best flirt, the fact you are dating him is still strange

Changbin: I agree with that

Jisung: Moving on... Chan, what can we do to help?

Changbin: not even going to argue that

Chan: I just feel out of it, writers block and disassociation at the same time 😅

Jisung: Disassociation... 🤔

Changbin: thats the thing where he feels a bit out of his body

Jisung: I know what it is, babe. I am just trying to remember what we do when Chan gets like this.

Chan: we?

Jisung: Yes, 'we' the 'we love Chan' club. 

Changbin: I am not in the club

Jisung: He is the founder of the club.

Chan: okay...

Jisung: Wait!

Changbin: wait for what

Jisung: Last time Chan was like this he took a day off and did stuff for fun instead of work.

Changbin: I literally just suggested that

Jisung: Therefore no one else has the ability to think the same thing? 🤨

Chan: I have a deadline

Jisung: Who set the deadline? 👀

Chan: ...

Changbin: that means him

Jisung: Perfect! Then it's settled, I am headed to your studio now and we are getting lunch to start off your day of relaxation. 

Chan: so I have no say in this?

Changbin: nope

Jisung: Chan! I am knocking on your door open up!

* * *

"So?" Jisung asks me.

I force myself to swallow. "It's good."

Jisung looks so happy to hear this, nodding. "I know! I told you that ramen burgers are the best thing ever."

"They are really good," I concede. I adjust the tinfoil around said burger. I was grossed out at the idea, buns made out of fried ramen noodles with kimchi and vegetables and chicken in the middle. It should taste worse than it does. But, it is good so I take another bite.

Jisung lets out a pleased moan while he bites into his own, the vegetarian version of the ramen burger. He had told Chan that he wanted more vegetables. That was after he told a disgustingly domestic story about how Changbin had made him steak and rice for breakfast. 

I liked how happy they were, a brightly lit open floor plan apartment filled with mismatched furniture and video game merchandise. But they could not stop flirting or being domestic in front of me which just makes a hint of jealousy flare up. 

"So, what else do you want to do today?" Jisung asks me in between bites of the crunchy noodle sandwich. 

I avoid his gaze. "Go back to the studio." 

"No!" Jisung exclaims. "What relaxing things are you going to do with the rest of your day?"

I just shrug. "I just want to get this song finished, Jisung."

Jisung sighs. "How long have you been working on the song?"

"A few weeks I don't know," I say as I crumple the tin foil wrapper even more. If I keep taking a bite every time I want to say less than a sentence, this sandwich is never going to last.

"Right, so, if you have tried one thing for a few weeks and it hasn't worked, maybe we can try something else?" Jisung suggests. 

I hate that he is right, so I take a bite of my ramen burger. Jisung watches me chew, having known him for over eight years means he already knows I am stalling. It also means Jisung has already won this argument, I just hate admitting it. 

Jisung isn't going to wait for me to admit it either. He crumples the now empty tin foil in his hands and says, "I already had Changbin change the code to your studio. You can't get back in until you take at least today and tomorrow to rest."

Before I can even swallow my food and protest, his phone buzzes.

Jisung unlocks it and quickly scans the screen. The huge grin that covers his face is instant confirmation of who sent the message. Changbin. This means my studio is already locked up and that Changbin is already on board with this 'torture chan' day. Glorious.

Another buzzing of Jisung's phone makes him jump, eyes locking with mine. "I have amazing news!"

I go ahead and fold the remaining half of my burger up. "You are locking me out of my apartment too?"

"No, although I did consider it because you have all the equipment you need there but Changbin pointed out that you will still have a bed and a kitchen which is a huge improvement," Jisung explains. 

"Right, so the amazing news?" 

Jisung nods, locking his phone and tucking it back into his jacket. "The artist who did me and Binnie's last set of tattoos has an opening tomorrow morning. He said you just have to come in and he can figure out something to cover that scar on your wrist."

"That will take hours Jisung," I groan. My entire back had been covered in ink almost four years ago and it took five different sessions in an uncomfortable chair while the entire parlor smelled like cigarette smoke. I am fine with people smoking, but that smell gets obnoxious after a while. 

Jisung shakes his head and throws an arm around my shoulders. "No, it is nothing like that awful place you went to forever ago. Felix is super sweet and professional, he even has different scented candles and playlists for clients who have a preference. He said if you send him a photo of your arm tattoos and your wrist tonight, he can have a couple of designs for you to pick from once you get there tomorrow."

"Really, Han? I can't write a song so you encourage me to go get a tattoo? Is this a healthy coping mechanism?" I ask him, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jisung leans back, pulling me with him and forcing me to rest my head on his shoulder. "Oh it is a terrible coping mechanism, I just prefer this over all the others."

"Well as long as you are happy..." I murmur. I am not present enough to have any chance of dissuading Jisung and don't possess the motivation to try.

He laughs and squeezes my shoulders. "Great! Binnie sent you his number already and your appointment tomorrow is at nine. He said the only other appointment he has starts at one so no rush, the parlor is called Acrylic and Ink."

* * *

New Chat

Chan: Hi, is this Lee Felix?

Felix: yup! You must be Chan right?

Chan: yeah, Jisung said you wanted photos of my other arm tattoos and the wrist you will be working on tomorrow?

Felix: that is correct, I just want to see what other tattoos you like so I can design something that fits in with them and also Changbin mentioned it would be covering a scar correct?

Chan: yeah, old biking accident that I don't like remembering

          I'll send those photos

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          I also sent the photo of my back tatts cause they kinda lead into the ones on my upper arm

Felix: got it! So you don't have anything on your wrist or lower arm yet?

Chan: no, nothing yet

Felix: got it, makes my job a little easier, I will have a few sketches for you tomorrow at nine

Chan: about that

Felix: is something wrong?

Chan: yeah, nine is really early

          anychance you would be okay with me coming in at ten instead?

Felix: that works 

Chan: cool

          oh, I will probably get coffee beforehand, anything I can bring you?

Felix: oh, you don't have to

Chan: I know but it feels rude to come in with a fancy coffee and spend an hour or more with you and not actually share, I am so used to always getting extra for Jisung and Changbin 

Felix: okay, if you don't mind I drink Earl Grey most mornings, most cafes call it a London Fog

Chan: got it, see you at ten

Felix: Yep! Make sure to drink lots of water tonight and eat something in the morning!

Chan: right, be a functioning human, got it

Felix: 👍

* * *

It is exactly 10:00am when I walk into the store. I had parked almost five minutes ago but the parlor looks nothing like I expected so I texted Jisung to double-check before carefully maneuvering the door open. I had a hot cafe au lait with an extra shot of expresso and a London fog in my hands.

The words "Acrylic and Ink" looked like graffiti over the door of a small one-story house. A big bay window had been what finally forced me off the porch, seeing the tattoo photos on the wall across from it. 

Now that I am through the purple door, which was also pretty shocking, I can smell paint. Why would a tattoo parlor smell like paint? It's not the kind you paint walls with but the other stuff, what is it called again. The wall covered in tattoo designs is an emerald green and has a yellow couch against it. Color has no concept here. The bay window allows the room to be filled with sunlight, too much compared to my windowless studio. I feel the urge to back away from the light, but a wooden desk fills the other end of the room.

I spot some brown hair peaking up from behind the standing height desk and sigh. Jisung forgot to mention I had to socialize here.

"Chan?" A voice calls out.

Saved by the bell, I think to myself as I turn back towards the green wall. In the doorway directly across from me is a blonde haired man with a big smile. 

"That's me," I say quietly.

The man smiles even wider and steps forward. Fuck, he has freckles. "Hi! I am Felix, I was worried you might have gotten lost or that Jeongin was too absorbed in his own world to greet you."

"Jeongin?" I ask him. I can't help but let myself check him out. I may need to socialize more often. He is wearing a grey tank top and a black oversized jacket over it with black sweatpants. Also, like four different necklaces that all go to chest level, because apparently the universe hates me. Or maybe it likes me.

Felix laughs. "Jeongin, the kids behind the counter who has earbuds shoved in his ears so he doesn't have to DO HIS JOB!" Felix's voice rises at the end, the man walking over to wave his hand in front of Jeongin's face.

Said kid immediately removes a black earbud from one ear and smiles sheepishly. "Hey, hyung, I meant to come grab you cause your client is here."

"Really?" Felix asks, his tone full of a smile. Producing music for years means I can hear the smile.

"Yeah, crazy right?" Jeongin says confidently.

Felix shakes his head before playfully flicking Jeongin's forehead. "Super helpful, why are we paying you again?"

"Cause you love me!" 

"Seems like a really expensive way to show my love, would you settle for just a hug occasionally instead of a salary?" Felix says while walking towards the hallway backwards. He motions for me to follow him with a smile and a nod of his head. 

Jeongin shouts after us, "Hyung!"

"He usually has class in the mornings so I am just thankful he isn't asleep," Felix says from ahead of me. His hands rest in his pockets and his straight blond hair reaches his shoulders. 

Why am I paying attention to that?

Right, it's ten in the morning, I just need more caffeine.

Felix walks past an open doorway before turning and gesturing for me to head in first. The smell of paint is stronger back here, it's acrylic if I had to guess. "This is my studio, you can just take a seat on the bed and I will get those designs out for you."

I follow his instructions, careful to not spill the drinks in my hand. "Here is that london fog for you," I tell him, extending the full cup of tea in his direction as he walks past me.

"Oh, thank you!" Felix's eyes widen as he accepts the paper cup, allowing me to see his hands, long fingers covered in paint. He automatically takes the lid off and takes a deep breath. "You really didn't have to get this for me," he whispers right before taking a sip.

"No biggie." I force my eyes away from him, trying to look around the studio we are in. The walls are neutral color but covered in artwork. Not just tattoo designs, but also paintings and drawings. Felix is leaning against a large white desk that is cluttered with different packaged objects. There is a cup full of paintbrushes and another full of pencils. The cup holding pencils says 'you are my sunshine' in yellow lettering. I can see the tattoo gun, somehow it is also yellow and has glittery tape around the grip. 

Felix grabs my attention once more, now with paper in his hands. "Here are the three designs I thought of. All of them are black ink only to match the rest of yours. I have one that will highlight the scar, almost using it in the design but the other two will cover it up."

I take the paper from him with my free hand. The first thing on the page is a music chord, notes surrounding it but not on it, like then music is leaving the frame. Felix's sketch has my scar as the lines, the long jagged raised skin acting as the lines. It is beautiful but I can't imagine staring at this scar for the rest of my life. The second drawing is of trees, all evergreen, growing up at different heights. I don't hate it but it is nothing compared to the third drawing.

It's a band, the pattern reminding me of the aboriginal patterns in Australia. Starting with a thick band of black that turns into triangles outlined in dots. Then a wavy line of solid black with dots of empty space in the middle, ending with a layer of double circles. 

My fingers trace the lines carefully. "This one is beautiful."

"I saw that you had an outline of Australia on your upper arm and it made me think of home. I grew up in Australia, so this is a lot like the drawings I did when I was younger, I was thinking it could wrap around your whole wrist like a bracelet almost," Felix explains. 

I look up at him, shocked. "You grew up in Australia?"

"I thought my accent would give me away, I only moved here for college around five years ago so my Korean is a bit messy," Felix says with a shy smile.  

Now that he mentions it, I can hear the distinct slow quality of his words. I switch to English when I say, "I grew up in Australia, too. I got offered a job at a production company here when I was eighteen and my grandma lived nearby so I jumped at the chance."

Felix's face lights up, speaking in English as well. "I got a scholarship for art school, my parents work in Sydney so I was born there but apparently having dual citizenship made me a really interesting applicant."

"What made you switch to tattoos?" I can't stop myself from asking. Felix looks nothing like tattoo artists I have met in the past. His hands and neck are clear skin, no ink to be seen. His hair is wispy and long, so pretty as it frames his face. And he has paintings in his studio and paint on his hands.

Felix shrugs, moving towards the sink in the corner of the room. "I love art, my painting skills are so-so but I was amazing at line work. My first year at university, one of my professors told me he loved my drawings and asked if I would design a tattoo for him. So I did. He paid me a bit, not much, but other people started asking that I design their tattoos as well. After about five, I got curious and now I am here."

I hum, taking a drink from my coffee, the liquid now lukewarm. The sound of water running hits my ears as Felix washes his hands. "Why do you have paint on your hands?"

Felix laughs before responding, "Oh that, my best friend slash business partner Hyunjin is a painter. He does piercings and designs as well but mostly he paints and sells them in a gallery at the back of the house. He has this giant canvas that is covered in wet paint and decided he wanted to move the damn thing, I had to go help him because otherwise he would have ruined it."

"That is why it smells like paint," I comment to myself.

Felix turns to me, lips parted slightly and eyes wide. "You can smell it?"

"Well yeah."

Felix shakes his head and turns the sink off, wiping his hands off on his jacket. "Sorry, most people can't smell stuff like that unless they are in the room. I can light a candle if it bothers you? I have different ones cause clients sometimes need something to focus on other than the pain."

I take a breath in, the paint has a sharp hint to it. It's not unpleasant, just out of place in a tattoo parlor. "No it's fine, I just wasn't expecting paint in a tattoo place."

"Well, we aren't exactly a traditional tattoo place," Felix says with a smile. "So, the third tattoo?"

I nod as he takes the paper from me and heads towards an open laptop. 

"Cool, I just need to print out the stencil, I will only be able to do about half of it today and you will have to come back in a few weeks if that's okay?" He asks. Felix is opening the design up on his computer and a printer next to it whirs to life in response to him pressing something. I can't see what he is doing but I see the printer start to push a sheet of paper through, making the stencil I assume.

"That is fine," I tell him. I force myself to drink more of my coffee, I probably will need the caffeine very soon.

Felix grabs the thin sheet of white paper from the printer and turns to me, grabbing a bottle as he moves to stand right in front of me. 

"This gel is going to feel cold," he tells me. The paper gets set down next to me and he twists the lid of the bottle. "Can I have your wrist?" he asks and I extend it towards him, palm up. He pours the clear liquid onto my wrist, cold and gelly-like. Felix goes to spread it out with his fingers but halts, saying, "Hold it right there, I need to grab my gloves."

I just stare at the gel on top of my scars. The lines from road burn. An accident on my motorcycle from almost four years ago, the crash left my entire arm covered in gashes and bruises, but my wrist had the skin ripped off. I hadn't been able to use it for months. Along with the road-burn, I had broken a bone, so they wrapped it up in a hard cast. Not being able to treat the open wound regularly meant having to keep the scars forever. The reminder of when I couldn't play music for almost a year. 

I had lost it without music. Now everytime I see my wrist, I remember how helpless and useless I was then.

"Here we go," Felix says and his fingers enter my line of sight, now covered in a purple plastic glove. "Latex free gloves, just in case," he says.

I look up. Felix is focused on my wrist, and he has...he has freckles. The little dots cover his face. How did I miss them? 

His eyes meet mine. "I am going to place the stencil okay? We can change it or move it easily."

"Right," I whisper. I can't help but think about how close we are now. Paying zero attention as Felix places the white paper on my wrist and rubs over it. 

As he peels it off he says, "Here we go, what do you think?"

I look down. Now my scars are covered in a purple ink, the pattern reminding me of festivals back home. "Great."

"Perfect! I am gonna get my tattoo gun set up and we can start in a few minutes okay?" Felix asks kindly. I just nod. 

I find myself watching as he pulls a box full of individually packaged needles out of a drawer and pulls on out. He sets it beside the yellow tattoo gun and grabs a different black bottle as well as a sunflower dish. He pours black ink into the sunflower, one petal filling up with the ink. Felix takes a drink from his tea as he grabs a rolling stool and pulls it towards me. He puts a second glove on and grabs a clip off the desk. It is silver and he runs it through his hair, before clipping it in place at the back of his head to hold the hair back. I notice how he is careful to not touch his hair with his gloved hands. 

"Music preferences?" Felix asks me. I just shake my head, a silence falling over me as I prepare for the burning sensation of the tattoo gun.

Felix smiles at me again and moves a cushioned table over as well. He pulls his phone out and clicks a few buttons before the room is filled with the sound of music. The song is What A Girl Wants, old and nostalgic. I hum along to the first notes.

"I am going to prop the bed up into a sitting position so you can sit back and then I will get started," Felix narrates himself. He goes to my right and reaches under the black pleather surface. Something makes a click sound and then the bed begins to fold.  

Felix puts it up until it is at an angle and pats the back. I nod and sit, saying, "Like this?"

"Perfect, now put your wrist here." Felix adjusts the cushioned table next to me, making it go up higher.

"Okay," I mumble. 

Another silver table appears next to the one where my wrist is, on it is the sunflower dish and the tattoo gun. Felix sits down and adjusts evertything.

He looks up at me again, smiling wide. "I am gonna get started okay? We can take breaks, as many as you want. If you ever feel uncomfortable or need to fidget just let me know. All ready?"

"I am ready," I say. 

Then he clicks the tattoo gun.

The faint bbbbrrrrrrrr sound comes to my ears and I relax.

Felix's hand smooths over my wrist, his free hand anchoring my wrist as his right hand holds the tattoo gun. I watch the ink get sucked up by the vibrating motion of the needle. The clear tip turning black as the silver needle continues to move.

Felix positions it right above my wrist. "Ready?" he asks.

I nod, fascinated by how the needle disappears into my skin. I feel myself torn between watching the needle and closing my eyes to focus on the feeling.

I have never been able to describe how to feels properly. Changbin and Jisung have asked. The first tattoo I got was just a burning sensation, the outline of Austrlia that ihas since become hidden in a swirling pattern around my bicep. After that, they all felt like a sharp burn. As I sit there, as the needle goes in and out of my skin depositing ink, I can feel that sharp pain spreading through my body. 

Felix's gentle touch is a juxtaposition to the feeling of the gun. He always brushes over my wrist when going to get more ink, usually using a damp paper towel to clean up the extra ink. When the needle hits the edge of my first scar I tense and Felix pulls back.

"Do you need a break?" he asks politely. I meet his gaze and shake my head, watching his face this time. Instead of the needle going into my skin, I see blond hair falling in front of Felix's face. His freckles covering his tanned skin. When he is looking down at my wrist I can see one right next to the corner of his left eye, it's so beautiful.

He glances up at me occasionally. As the black ink spreads across my wrist and my skin becomes pink in irritation.

I just try to focus on the feeling. It never lasts long enough.

Today is no different, because soon enough Felix is turning his gun off and wiping my wrist with yet another damp paper towel.

"That is it for today, should be pretty irritated for a few days," Felix says, turning to grab a pink jar and a white square off his desk. He twists open the lid of the jar, scooping out some lotion and gently rubbing it into my wrist. "You know the rules I am guessing?"

"Yeah, no sun or rubbing it, keep it protected for the first few hours and moisturize it twice a day for a few weeks," I repeat the instructions I always get with a new tattoo.

Felix hums and nods. "Plus, try not to sweat too much, meaning no heavy workouts for the next two weeks, since it's on your wrist you can get away with more but you need to be careful because infection is a real risk."

I nod. "And I should come back?"

"In about 2 weeks so I can do the other side of your wrist, what do you think?" Felix maneuvers my wrist to check his work. The design looks amazing, clean black lines on my wrist, I can still see bits of my scar but not enough that it bothers me.

"It looks awesome," I tell him. He smiles to himself, his eyes lighting up with pride.

Felix grabs the white square and peels off the paper layer, pressing a clear plastic to my wrist. "This is called a 'second skin' cover, it will bubble up around the tattoo and collect any runoff ink. I suggest leaving it on for about twenty-four hours but it will be safe to remove after just three if you really want to," Felix explains as he peels another layer off the top, making the plastic morph into the shape of my wrist.

I nod. "Thanks"

"All good to go! Just text me about the follow-up appointment when you get the chance and thank you for the tea," Felix says with a blinding smile. I stare at how the path of his freckles moves when he smiles. "Anything else I can do for you today?" he asks hesitantly when I forget to speak or move.

I have to force myself to do something. "No, I am fine," I say. "Just waking up still, it's early."

"It's eleven thirty," Felix laughs.

"Yeah, early, like I said," I mumble. I collect the last of my coffee, now cold in the paper cup and probably disgusting, but still caffeinated and therefore worth drinking. 

"Well I hope you wake up soon," Felix teases as I stand. 

I just smile at him, not knowing what to say as I exit the room. The smell of paint is once again noticeable, stronger now that I am closer to the studio Felix had mentioned. I walk towards the front door, my eyes anchored on the new ink on my wrist. I am always fascinated by new tattoos, how they look on my skin and how long it takes before I am used to seeing them there. 

Felix follows after me apparently because the mop of brow hair shoots up once again when I enter the front room. "Hey Felix, I was just working on a sketch for a client."

"Mhm," Felix hums from behind me, quickly maneuvering himself around my frozen form to behind the desk. He pushes the boy aside, I have forgotten his name already. Felix looks up at me, saying, "You can pay today or we can wait until your next appointment."

Right, payment. My free hand goes to my back pocket, pulling the old brown leather wallet out. "Sorry, I forgot," I mumble. 

Felix waves a hand. "No big deal, like I said, we can just wait till next time."

I arch an eyebrow. "And if I chose not to come back?"

"Then I don't get paid," he says, his tone even and his face still a kind smile.

In contrast, the boy next to him opens his mouth wide and rises both of his eyebrows. "No! You have to pay please or he won't pay me and I need money to live okay, this is a capitalist society and I require food and water and electricity to survive, it's almost winter which means I will have heating bills ple-"

"Jeongin," Felix shouts, bringing the seemingly endless stream of words to a halt.

I just shake my head and set my coffee down. "I can pay today, I have no idea when I will be able to come back in because my schedule is..."

"Jisung mentioned it can be erratic in the music production industry."

"You work with Jisung-hyung?" Jeongin asks me with wide eyes.

"Yes," I confirm as I pull out a faded card and hand it to Felix.

Jeongin sighs and his eyelids flutter closed. "Jisung-hyung is so pretty."

I realize that this kid has a crush on Jisung. Laughing, I tell him, "He has a boyfriend, who gets very possessive."

Jeongin straightens up and nods his head in a jerky manner. "Changbin-hyung, I know he is-"

"Before Jeongin can start slobbering over your friends, here is your card back," Felix says and offers me back the plastic rectangle. "You should run before he starts to lament on their hands, trust me."

I take Felix's word for it. "Goodbye, I'll tell Jisung and Changbin you say hi."

As I exit the door I hear Jeongin squeal something along the lines of 'did you hear that hyung?' 

My bike is right in front of the store, the good thing about motorcycles is they fit in even the smallest of spaces so I can always find parking. I glance at my freshly inked wrist again, a new coat of paint and some new covers made my bike brand new, so ink should make me the same right? I hope so.

I pop open the back compartment with the buffered cup holders, two to be exact. I have only ever used one at a time until this morning. Once my coffee is settled inside and the lid has been clicked back into place, I grab the black helmet off the seat, for some reason my eyes go to the compartment that holds my extra helmet. It's smaller and less protective. If I were to give someone a ride I would probably take the extra helmet and give them mine. 

At that thought my mind betrays me. I can imagine Felix holding my helmet in his tan, paint-specked hands. I can see him flipping the visor up so his eyes and freckles are on display.

I shake my head and shove the helmet on. Why would I think that?

As I straddle the bike and rev it on, another thought comes to me. Looking down I wonder what it would feel like to see Felix's hands wrapped around my waist, little bits of paint and stains from the ink on his fingers. Maybe Jeongin was right to obsess over hands, because the image makes me squeeze my eyes shut. 

Part of me is horrified that I seem to be enamoured with a stranger.

But another part of me, the part that writes music and that withered away when I was in a cast, flares to life. The part of me that was hiding just yesterday, when I was struggling to write.

I have a feeling that I could write today.

"Chan!" I hear over the roar of my bike. I look up to see Felix standing right in front of it, the real Felix not the one my mind had created.

He waves and I flip my visor up. I ask, "Is everything okay?"

Felix nods. "Yes, I just forgot that Jisung told me to tell you something. He said to tell you the passcode to your studio once we finished the appointment."

I pause, waiting for him to speak. When he just stands there smiling at me I feel myself sigh. "So what is the password?"

Felix's face lights up. "That's the best part, he let me pick!"

"And it is?" I ask slowly. I have a feeling the answer will only make my inner turmoil worse.

Felix's grin is the only confirmation I need. "It's sunflowers."

I try to stop myself from smiling but I can't seem to. I settle for shaking my head in what I hope is a disapproving way and saying, "Wonderful." Then I flip my visor down and do a fake salute in his direction.

Felix steps backward onto the side walk as I back out of the space, my feet leaving the ground but my eyes remaining on him far longer than safe.

Shit, I need to get to my studio.

I know the lyrics now.

You can find all my other things here!

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? No, but the other day I was up until a little past 2. That's really late for me nowadays because ever since I got home from the hospital last year, I started going to bed around 10 or 11PM and sticking to that routine majority of the time. I used to be a night owl who would be up when the sun came up, so I've come a long way.

What was on the last sandwich you had? Turkey, Swiss, mustard, mayo, spinach, and pesto.

What does the soap you use smell like? Like.... soap.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? I like wrapping gifts. Some gifts require a gift bag.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? Yes, he has blue eyes.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached? Yeh, I've bleached my hair several times.

When you're on the phone, do you doodle? I'm never on the phone long enough to start doodling. My phone calls are rare and brief.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? No, but I automatically thought of Shameless lol.

Do you own a trenchcoat? No.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? I'm not quite sure what you mean.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink? Yeah. I actually just used a pink Sharpie recently.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of? It was a selfie.

From where you're sitting, can you turn the lights off? Yeah.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in? For me, sleeping in is like 11 or 12. I generally wake up around 9. I don't recall the last time I accidentally slept in, like I haven't missed an appointment or something. I love when I'm able to sleep in.

The last argument you had, who started it? I don't recall the last time I had an actual argument. I have disagreements and some bickering, which I had recently.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger? I do. I have a ring on most of my fingers (some have two) except for my left pinky and both thumbs.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? "Numb" by Linkin Park.

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Yeah, albeit a small half smile most of the time.

Tell me the current time? 8:07PM.

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? No, I'm watching YouTube without earphones.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color? It's a light blue t-shirt dress.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots? No.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? Nope.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? Not that I know of.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any? None.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today? Ha, I didn't get shit done. I slept most of the day.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn't? I have a list of things I'd like to do, but just never get around to doing for some reason since I have nothing but time. It's the energy and motivation I'm lacking.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well? I get phone call anxiety regardless of who I'm calling. The only exceptions are my parents and brother.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you're afraid you'll annoy them? Yeah. It backfired majority of the time cause then they wouldn't talk to me either so we ended up just not talking and it messed things up. Like with guys I was interested in was when it backfired the most.

Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? Yes. It doesn't really involve me, but I'm friends with the people involved so that makes things awkward and difficult. Plus one of my friends has her own drama she's dealing with and it's a lot.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? Yeah.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly? Probably my little cousins.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? No, I'm extremely self-conscious about my smile actually.

Do you have a nervous twitch? My eye twitches sometimes.

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? It does. I live a couple hours away from a place like that and it's beautiful.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you? 8.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Yeah, I don't do roller coasters. Well, the only two exceptions are the Cars coaster and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad coaster at Disneyland. I love those. It's just the right amount of adrenaline rush I can handle, ha.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? Yeah.

How many windows are open on your computer right now? I have two windows side by side cause one of them is YouTube and I like to watch videos while I'm on Tumblr or doing a survey.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? >> it's fairly fast <<<

Have you ever gone in a sauna? >> I haven't, I think that level of concentrated humid heat would be a bit much for me <<< Gah, sameeee. I could not handle it. I don't do well with heat as it is. It doesn't sound appealing or relaxing in the slightest.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Blue.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? Yeah, back in July.

Is there anything you're saving up for? I should be spending less and saving just because, plus the holidays are coming up, but damn Temu and Shein are taking all my money. It's a problem, ya'll. My fam will probably be getting presents from those sites this year lol.

Are you taller than most of your friends? Ha, no I'm always the shorty.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? Not that comes to mind. I don't particularly like my laugh, but I wouldn't say it's annoying.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? I've never punched anyone or broken anything. I've never hurt anyone physically at all. Well, not purposefully anyway.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? Like 36 hours. I don't know how cause there's no way in hell I could do that now. I'm fighting sleep all day.

Have you ever been someplace tropical? No, I wish.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? I wouldn't do any acting. I did used to want to do commercial acting when I was a kid, though. I used to practice and pretend I was making one all the time lol.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? Okay, call me cruel but when I was a kid I used to purposefully roll over them (in case you're new here, I'm in a wheelchair). But think about how many we all probably accidentally squish.

Have you ever baked a pie? No. I've never had any interest in baking one. I'm not a pie kind of gal.

What is your favorite social networking site? Tumblr, duh.

Who was the last person to call you? My mom.

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories? Yeah, a lot of my family members do. One of my aunts who I'm super close with is always making me laugh. My brother always makes me laugh, too.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No, I wouldn't necessarily say that. It depends.

Is there a war memorial where you live? Yeah.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? My papa did.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? Oh, I'd love to do a lot of changes but my room is too small and I have too much stuff.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? I always had to sit in the middle cause that's the spot for wheelchairs.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? No, but that sounds fun. I'd be interested in doing that.

Are you normally a person to tell people off? Noo, I'm not confrontational at all.

Name an object that most would consider odd that's special to you? Who knows, I have a lot of random knickknacks and stuffed animals and other stuff and I love 'em all.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn't have? I mean, if it were possible and I lived somewhere with the space and could be able to care properly for it, a giraffe would be an amazing animal to have.

Do you currently have any bugbites? No. I very rarely get bug bites, thankfully.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue? It's called a lane.

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? Of course there is. It's me we're talking about, duhhh.

Look around, are things organized? No. There's definitely clutter. I need to go through things and try to gt rid more stuff and organize things.

Know what you're planning to do after this? I may play the sims, I'm not sure. Or scroll through Tumblr for a bit.

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Music Tag

When you see this, post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 of your favorite followers/mutuals!

This is probably going to go past 5 songs. Ha Ha. I just want to share a bunch of songs that I enjoy.

Thank you for the tag, @durotoswrites !

I listen mostly to the songs I grew up on in the 90s and early 2000s. I am not to big on listening to the current songs. I know I am a old / grumpy person. LoL.  Thanks to my Mom, I have a love for 80s and 90s Country as that is all that played in the car when we went anywhere. Then my Dad always played the Oldies which would have been from the 60s and 70s when I was little.

I also love any relaxing and ambient videogame soundtracks and I have been getting into the Youtube Lo-fi Music Videos.

But then I also like genres like Nightcore, Celtic, J POP,  K POP, and Fandom Songs.

So my music for this might just be all over the place.

But let’s start with something not on with any of what I just mentioned. Here is a song I found back in the ye-old early days of internet from a creator call Joe Cartoon. He did a lot of funny Flash Animations. This song has stuck with me however and I think a lot of people can relate to it with the idea of wanting to have the courage and freedom to do what you want to do and not be stuck working a job you hate and answering to someone for your whole life. 

1. Joe Cartoon - Dancing Monkey Don't Never Get To Be Kong 

Next song is from Celtic Woman and my husband is actually the one who found it. This woman’s voice is so beautiful. 

2. Celtic Woman - Fields Of Gold

How about some songs from my favorite K POP Band? Orange Caramel. Their music videos are always so odd and cute. 

3. Orange Caramel(오렌지캬라멜) _ Lipstick(립스틱)

4. ORANGE CARAMEL '까탈레나(Catallena)

60s and 70s anyone?

5. Sam Cooke - Cupid

6. Anne Murray -  I Just Fall In Love Again

7.  MUD -Dynamite- - The groups outfits and dancing are on point!

Fandom Songs.....I regret nothing.

8. My Little Pony - Discord (Remix) - Eurobeat Brony

9. Five Nights At Freddy’s -  FNAF SONG ▶ "Let Me Through" (ft. Dolvondo) [SFM] | CG5

10. Bendy and the Ink Machine -  CG5 × DAGames - Children of the Machine (Bendy and the Dark Revival Song Animation)

Okay I will wrap it up and end on the banger that no one can hate.

11. The Goofy Movie - Eye to Eye

I tag anyone who sees this and wants to play.