#also justin bieber before braces

[halowishes]

not sure if this means anything to anyone but sakusa is a pisces so that means he has pisces teeth (longer canines, roundish teeth) 🥹🥹 isn’t that so adorable???

[veritable-trash]

Find The Word Tag Game

eight millennia later i am finally able to answer @iguana-braces call and take part in this super fun game that also made me realize that i have minimal wips and somehow use zero of these words rip to me but I TRIED!!!! and it was fun and actually just made me want to write more so here's to finding motivation in the strangest of places!!!

the words: glare, try, fresh, time, and glasses

alright so i have nothing for glare so instead i'm gonna do two different things for try as compensation for the fact that i clearly don't use many words in my writing(riperoni):

my baby. the thing i hate the most but also adore beyond reason. my soldier boy original fem character fuck feast slow burn that i have been taking ages to do anything with..... per usual. but this is from the next chapter! so it's happening!!

It took an hour for Soldier Boy to get her to move on from fruitlessly trying to explain the plot of the original Karate Kid(which honestly he actually found extremely interesting and pertinent to their situation but would rather jump off a building than admit that to her), before she then proceeded to try and explain the cultural impact of the collaboration of Jaden Smith and Justin Bieber in Never Say Never, the theme song for the remake of Karate Kid. 

That took another 30 minutes and he swears she must have this speech memorized or something because she had at least 10 separate main points and they were all very concise and made scary good sense. 

ah yes me trying to write the second part of my finnegan fic and failing miserably because i have writers block up my ass but it's sorta happening! i swear!!!!!

Would he wait for you? Would he try and confront you? Would he avoid you? Would he pretend that nothing happened? Would he, would he, would he?

And then the bell rang and it all felt too soon, too quick. 

i don't know how i don't have anything for fresh but i don't :( on to the next!

ok so this is another chaos fic because i will probably never finish this one but this is a The Deep wip because The Boys took over my life and i loved the idea of the deep being an absolute needy little baby ugh HOT maybe i will finish this someday who knowssssss

Because he wanted you. Pretended like he didn't, scoffed at the notion, but he couldn't keep his eyes off you. Just peaks here and there, eyes swirling with something like longing and neediness engraved in the blue.

And you just had to bide your time. Walk around in those leather pants you had to wear anyways and watch primetime as his eyes glazed.

He was such a needy boy, it made you want to eat him alive.

sadly i have nothing for glasses so rip to that but! instead i offer my idea of a benny miller greek au fic where he is apollo(because duh) and falls in love with a nymph and it would just be so splendid except my brain doesn't want to actually write it..... so there is that

alright clearly i only use like three words when i write so cheers to that! but this was super fun thank you so much for the tag i would tag people but my brain has given up on doing anything after the exertion of finding all these things in my wip bullshit!!!

sorry for being so mia from this place i just have been traveling and exploding internally and exhausted beyond belief but i'm trying to get back into writing again because i miss it like crazy :,(

hugs and kisses little beanie babies <333333

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

in honour of the rawring 20s, more cringy things from my emo/scene phase, a semi-masterpost:

•putting the you me at six lyric “whose keeping a score of who is a whore??? i know you don’t!” as my myspace header in japanese…… so the girls in my year at school that i thought were “whores”, and didn’t like them bc of that, wouldn’t pick up that that i was aiming it at them. like being a weeb and a scene kid douchebag???? they don’t mix lmao.

•screaming “IF YOU HAD A SEX LIFE, A SEX LIFE WOULD YOU EVEN WORRY ABOUT MINE WHEN YOUR BED IS EMPTY???? YOU’RE A WASTE OF TIME!!!!” from the song sex life by d.r.u.g.s (destroy rebuild until god shows) through the halls of catholic school in year 10/2011 to try to ~subtly~ and bitterly flirt with my crush lmao. like honey. chill the fuck out!!!! you’re 15!!!!! not many people have a sex life at 15 anyway lmao

•my uh. jeffree star music phase in 2007

•i’ve mentioned this before but wanting to score my entire year 10 drama shakespeare monologue with emo music and my teacher having to block the idea constantly bc “it’s good enough on its own! i swear to GOD!”

•taking a studded belt to school on the 31/10/2009 bc i had to get ready for amity affliction at my besties house that day after school so we could head up to sydney that night for the concert. saying shit about having a studded belt made me hardcore and wanting to punch people in the face with it bc it was some dumb reoccurring theme i had

•watching the music video for one love by aiden on my ipod nano at school and telling everyone about jeffree star’s i hate you ring in the video and how if i ever had it i’d punch all the people i hated in the face with it….. and then they’d be branded for life with the fact that i hated them?????? like bro. i KNOW you are the embodiment of angsty harry potter from HP puppet pals. but literally!!!! calm the fuck down!!!!!!

•i’ve talked about it before, but breaking up with clear braces boy and immediately demanding him to “hurry up and listen to a day to remember bc they’re fucking amazing!!! and you know i’m motherfucking right!!!!”

•taking 3 hours to straighten my hair just to go swimming….. then like someone pushing me in a pool or the surf (if we’d gone to the beach) and RUINING MY PERFECTLY STRAIGHTENED HAIR AND MY AESTHETIC!!!! HOW DARE YOU????!!! you KNEW you were going swimming girl. why the fuck did you bother to straighten your hair anyway, lmao???

•the whole cringy thing of me wanting to work in the CD shop sanity just so i could play a bunch of emo music and have some cute heavily tattooed emo boy/guy in his skinny jeans, slouchy beanie/now gross beanie hat type thing and band shirt come in and mysteriously fall in love with me….. and then kiss me to “kill me in a record shop” by boys like girls… or like alternatively i’d be making out with my hot older emo coworker in the back to the same song or some other horny emo song anthem/s 😂😂 same went for JB hifi when they came along and started stocking all time low and cute is what we aim for cd’s 😂😂😂 the hot emo bro would also teach me to skate as a bonus hobby outside of work. like KILL ME NOW!!!!

• alternatively to the above, i’d just magically have a hot emo boy boyfriend who was preferably the singer in the band…. but also could play guitar and could hardcore scream really well….. when like the bulk of those dudes were literally in their 20s 😂😅. on this point, teen emo me believing that her liking 20something emo dudes who were covered in tats and piercings and wrote ~hella deep~ lyrics etc etc just apparently made her more mature than the girls in her year at catholic school who liked justin bieber or one direction (who were literally the same age as us lol). like girl no. if those older dudes hit on you, IT’S A RED FLAG!!!! FUCKING RUN!!!!

•wanting to take my edgy pop punk road trip to a town 8 hours north from where i am as soon i got my licence and stuff… also the whole moody thing about ~crashing my car just to feel again~ theme i had going on 2011/year 10 in my teen mental breakdown phase in regards to getting my licence bc i was so desperate to do something ~reckless~

•basically a good bulk of my high school statuses tbh

•me taking in the same 3 pics of the same 3 scene queens and hayley williams (and cassidy pope, once) into my hair dresser EVERY 8 WEEKS to get my hair cut just like them 😂😂 i even updated my facebook status in year 9/2010 once with “got hayley williams hair cut today :D :D!!!!” i swear to god my hairdresser got so sick of me taking those pics in lmao 😂😅

•stage diving at a local amity affliction show in 2010/year 9 and going straight to the fucking floor bc i accidentally jumped into a hole in the crowd…. but i suppose it’s bc i was the biggest wanker at the show bc….. before we went in, i was bragging hella loud about how “hardcore” i apparently was 😂😂

•using my hot topic dress in my year 10 drama monologue bc i thought its steampunk style was elizabethan enough when paired with my black marching band style jacket (that i used to imitate black parade era mcr) and a pocket watch that was a tiny moveable robot. and also my trusty red flanno shirt from jay jays

•wanting entire clothing lines from certain band members from certain labels. and most especially booty shorts with the persons name (most frequently a dude) plastered across my ass 😂😅

•wanting the entire mid2000s line of drop dead merch. also bbycks (baby cakes) and zumiez etc etc. also glamor kills.

•desperately wanting my bra to be on a mic stand of a certain band dudes mics (just why lmao)… or on certain band members mics lmao (also just why)

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 03/04/2021 (Lil Nas X’s “MONTERO”, Mimi Webb, Russ Millions & Tion Wayne)

So, we have a #1 debut, and that’s pretty much the only story here in the UK Top 75 as we get a filler week before Demi Lovato, Olivia Rodrigo and Lil Tjay run in and cause havoc. As for now, “Wellerman” is replaced at the top by Lil Nas X’s controversial “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)”, spending its first week at #1 after making pretty sudden gains assisted by the video and alternate versions – the mid-week projection had this at #15. Elsewhere, we just see the fall-out from Bieber. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS.

Rundown

It’s a quiet week – only seven new entries, and none from Rod Wave, 24kGoldn or AJR as I had predicted. That doesn’t mean there isn’t some stuff to talk about within the chart, or particularly off of the chart, as we have a fair few drop-outs switching their places with returning entries. In particular, we have Justin Bieber’s “As I Am” featuring Khalid being swapped out for “Anyone” at #25, as well as drop-outs for “Arcade” by Duncan Laurence – slightly premature, I’d think – and all of Lana Del Rey’s songs from last week. We also “Anxious” by AJ Tracey, “Heat” by Paul Woodford and Amber Mark and “Toxic” by Digga D exit the chart, but the only real notable loss was “34+35” by Ariana Grande ending its 21-week run on the chart. Returning to the Top 75 in its place – which I cover – we have “Mr. Brightside” by the Killers of course at #73, as well as “Midnight Sky” by Miley Cyrus at #72, “You’ve Done Enough” by Gorgon City and DRAMA at #70 (really hope this one becomes a hit) and “Don’t You Worry About Me” by Bad Boy Chiller Crew at #66. In terms of climbers and fallers, we do have some notable gains and losses. For songs travelling down the chart, we have “Patience” by KSI featuring YUNGBLUD and Polo G tanking a sharp drop in its third week to #18, “Streets” by Doja Cat shaking off the video gains at #22, “drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo continuing to collapse at #27, another sharp drop for HVME’s remix of Travis Scott’s “Goosebumps” down to #34 probably due to ACR, which was probably the fate for “Get Out My Head” by Shane Codd at #46. The same probably can’t be said for Drake’s losses, as “What’s Next” is at #40, “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” featuring Rick Ross is at #41 and “Wants and Needs” featuring Lil Baby stalls at #55. We also see falls for “Money Talks” by Fredo and Dave at #50, “Bringing it Back” by Digga D and AJ Tracey at #51, “Sweet Melody” by Little Mix on its way out at #57, “Headshot” by Lil Tjay featuring Polo G and Fivio Foreign down to #61 off the debut (although it’ll rebound thanks to the album as soon as the next week rolls around), “Ready” by Fredo featuring Summer Walker at #62, “You’re Mines Still” by Yung Bleu featuring Drake at #63 and “Day in the Life” by Central Cee at #69. Where it gets interesting are our gains, such as outside the top 40 with “What Other People Say” by Demi Lovato and Sam Fischer which could very well get even higher next week thanks to the album. We also have “Track Star” by Mooski at #53 off of the debut and a couple of tracks entering the top 40 for the first time, those being “Heartbreak Anniversary” by Giveon at #39 and Majestic’s remix of “Rasputin” by Boney M. at #38. Elsewhere in the top 40, we have “Let’s Go Home Together” by Ella Henderson and Tom Grennan at #13 and two songs marking their first week in the top 10, those being “Little Bit of Love” by Tom Grennan at #10, a song continuing to sour on me, and “Your Love (9PM)” by ATB, Topic and A7S, an EDM song at #8 that I initially mocked for its soulless repackaging but has honestly got me pretty hooked since. I’m excited to see how this one does. For now, however, let’s get on with our new arrivals.

NEW ARRIVALS

#64 – “Cloud 9” – Beach Bunny

Produced by Joe Reinhart

Beach Bunny is a power pop band who last year released their album Honeymoon on Mom+Pop and it’s basically a modern r/indieheads staple in that it’s an accessible, airy pop-rock record fronted by a woman. It’s not anything unique, really, or different if you look further into it but that’s fine because there’s a lot of vaguely “indie” or music snob releases pushed out every year that miss the charts entirely. It’s a different story, however, when a year later, it gets viral on TikTok and streams its way onto the chart. In that case, we have “Cloud 9” by Beach Bunny, a pretty simple but sweet love song about a guy who just makes her feel a lot better about herself in times where she can’t pick herself up from the rut she’s in. Again, it’s a simple track but enhanced by the wonderful and unique vocal performance from front-woman Lili Trifilo and some pretty great production making sure no guitar lick is missed in this mix, especially in that chorus which is such an ethereal blend of the electric guitar dubs. I would argue that this actually should end at that second chorus even if it ends feeling abrupt as the transition to the final chorus feels a lot less cathartic than it does awkward, especially if the bridge is going to be a simplistic, quirky instrumental meander that doesn’t go far enough to be a guitar solo and hence feels kind of like a worthless addition. As is, this is a pretty great song still, just not the most fully realised once it loses that initial tight surf groove, though I’ll let it pass if we’re going to get rock this good on the charts again. I know this won’t really get more traction for Beach Bunny – or power pop for that matter – but more of this, please.

#52 – “You All Over Me” (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault) (Remix) (feat. DaBaby) (Part 2) (Radio Edit) – Taylor Swift featuring Maren Morris

Produced by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

Sadly, this does not feature DaBaby and is not the remix, radio edit or sequel to any previously released song. Jokes aside, I guess brackets are the next big comeback for pop music, which goes hand-in-hands with remixes and re-releases, hence why Taylor Swift is dusting off this leaked Fearless-era cut for a new recording with country singer Maren Morris, who you probably know from her contributions to Zedd’s “The Middle”. Now whilst Swift is a great songwriter, I do often find myself frustrated by how she treads common ground all too frequently without establishing much different with how a song is structured or how it emotionally connects. This is true not just lyrically but especially sonically as of recent, as despite being written in 2008, it has too much in common with the less interesting cuts off of folklore for me to really care that much. That’s especially if Taylor’s going to undercut the clean acoustic guitars with flourishes of harmonica and crow sound effects, showing some genuine intrigue here before refusing to let any of that develop past a couple stray melodies or notes further back in the mix. I’m trying really hard to be compelled by these re-recordings and re-releases of her back catalogue as I do consider myself a fan, but it’s tough to pay attention when any new compositions we get sound like folklore leftovers with Maren Morris only put to use as decoration, much like HAIM on “no body, no crime” – and we already got an album full of folklore leftovers. I’m not a fan of this, sorry – I can see the appeal, and I do think this has enough of a country tinge to it to make it at least somewhat interesting – but this goes in one ear and immediately out of the other.

#48 – “Tonight” – Ghost Killer Track featuring OBOY and D-Block Europe

Produced by Ghost Killer Track and Kenzy

Screw the formalities and screw the analysis because D-Block Europe are back to add another D-Block to their EU collection – and since they’re Londoners, their only – and that’s Paris, and contrary to the British nature, we’ve let French rap chart in the top 50 out of the fact that they collaborated with two of the most comical rappers in British history. They’ve also linked up with producer Ghost Killer Track, also from France, as this is ostensibly his song even if he intends not to prove himself with this dull piano-based beat and oddly-mastered bass and percussion, which are really just DBE staples. Unfortunately, past the initial comedy of that first line in the chorus, neither Young Adz or Dirtbike LB deliver any stupid lyrics or funny inflections, instead just resorting to being as boring as they can in their constant flexing as possible. I guess the French guy here, OBOY, commands a higher energy in his verse if only through his comical “no, no, no” ad-libs, but he’s the only French speaker in an otherwise basic British trap song that I just cannot see the appeal in when we’ve had song after song from these guys for three years now. This won’t be the last we see of cookie-cutter UK rap this week though so brace yourselves for that.

#47 – “Last Time” – Becky Hill

Produced by LOSTBOY

It’s almost as if the charts are trying to send me off to sleep as here we have Becky Hill, a singer hedging the line between a non-presence and mildly annoying, which is arguably more frustrating than downright infuriating as her slightly smokier voice does not sound bad, just lacking in texture in every way, especially if the multi-tracking is going to be this minimal on a royalty-free deep-house beat produced by Getty Images with a pretty worthless drop, a generic and simple melody of piano stabs for major chords, and a whole bunch of reverb on the vocal take... but it still ends up feeling dry as there’s nothing here to quench that thirst for a tighter, bass-heavy house banger or even a more ethereal, dreamy trance track, deciding to stick to a healthy medium of boring and utter garbage. Yes, that was a singular sentence. I’m not awake enough to form a cohesive sentence less than 40 words long, and this new Becky Hill track is just worsening that if anything. Speaking of...

#21 – “Body” – Russ Millions and Tion Wayne

Produced by Gotcha Bxtch

Who’s Russ Millions? He’s Russ. No, not that Russ. British Russ – or Russ Splash, stylised as Russ splash on Spotify and nowhere else. This confusingly-named fellow appeared on the charts a couple times and possibly most famously with “Keisha & Becky”, a song also featuring Tion Wayne that is referenced on this very track. Sigh, I usually like Tion Wayne but even he can’t be bothered to delivery his usual brand of suave charm or sinister menace, instead opting for a more growling but ultimately completely monotone cadence that doesn’t flatter him or Russ, who one of my friends described as sounding like one of the aliens from Toy Story. This is a pretty by-the-numbers drill beat too, and it’s pretty safe to say that neither Russ or Tion Wayne here are going to bother with wordplay, even when they start pretty smoothly trading bars and Tion Wayne goes for a more unique chopper flow in the second verse. This is just not of any note. Once again, speaking of...

#17 – “Good Without” – Mimi Webb                        

Produced by Freedo

I assumed Mimi Webb debuted this high because of a talent show she won or something because I’d never heard her name but instead, she just happened to have a major label deal before her unreleased song just happened to go viral on TikTok and just happened to be supported by one of the women who just happened to be the biggest creator on the platform. Yeah, and this song just happened to be garbage, suffering from every possible millennial pop trope and then some, from the mix dressed rather too overtly in reverb, the ugly guitar pluck, a generic indie-girl voice that you swear you’ve heard before in one of those dreadful piano covers of popular songs they use in adverts, as well as this ballad being undercut by badly-programmed trap percussion. I can tell this label is trying to create somewhat of an Olivia Rodrigo phenomenon from this and I for one am terrified of the Poundland knock-offs to come. Screw this.

#1 – “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)” – Lil Nas X

Produced by Roy Lenzo, Omar Fedi and Take a Daytrip

At least Lil Nas X will bring some passion into this chart week? Well, not really, as when I hear this I recall that Pitchfork review of his EP, a much-maligned critique that featured the ever-so pretentious questioning if Lil Nas X really enjoyed making and listening to music. It reminds me because I think I now fully get it – at least when Lil Nas X was making slap-dash pop rock with Travis Barker or meme-worthy country rap with Billy Ray Cyrus for less than two minutes apiece, there was something invigorating in the execution or at least in concept. That 7 EP is still not a bad debut at all, but this new single “MONTERO”, a long-anticipated record that went from constantly-teased demo to Super Bowl commercial to Satanic-panicked videos of Lil Nas giving Satan a lap-dance to own the conservatives, has the same remote dreariness to it as “HOLIDAY” did late last year. The acoustic, Latin-flavoured guitar loop reminds me of his much better track “Rodeo” from that aforementioned EP that used its energy for similarly lighthearted subject matter but with some genuine energy, a Cardi B feature and a lot less subtle moombahton creeping in. With that said, I can’t say Lil Nas X didn’t try, as his vocal performance, whilst largely insufferable and strained, gives some energy to an otherwise aggravatingly stunted beat, and makes it a lot more infectious than it has any right to be. Content-wise, the song is essentially about a full circle where Lil Nas X becomes increasingly desperate for a man who starts off lonely and in a bad place, and the irony is that Lil Nas gets more explicitly sexual and crazed due to a combination of the LA life-style surrounding him and the fact that he’s simply, for lack of a better term, “down bad”, despite the fact that this guy doesn’t seem particularly desirable. Lil Nas knows this, though, and acknowledges it in the pre-chorus where he outright says that this guy is living the cocaine-addled celebrity life, but not living it right without Mr. Bullriding and Boobies in his life. I’m happy about the video and the outrage it seems to cause not just within conservative spaces but also amongst the hip-hop community, particularly Joyner Lucas, and I’m pretty happy with how out and proud Lil Nas X is about his sexuality, even if it leads to lines like “Shoot a child in your mouth while I’m ridin’”. I’m just really not a fan of this song past its content, which could really be interesting but falls flat with this plucking production that wastes time in barely two minutes with humming interludes. It’s not bad at all, just not for me.

Conclusion

And that concludes our week, and wow, what a bad week this was for new arrivals. Admittedly, it’s a filler week so only “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)” will probably last – or at least we can hope as even if I don’t like the song, I still have to give out an Honourable Mention to someone, and it may as well be Lil Nas X trying to put the effort in. Best of the Week easily goes to Beach Bunny for “Cloud 9”, far and away the only good song here, with Worst of the Week also going out pretty easily to Mimi Webb’s “Good Without”, which is the type of soulless, unmemorable garbage that makes pop music look uninspired, and as a person who writes about the charts constantly, it’s a misconception I don’t want proven or revisited. Dishonourable Mention is a toss-up but I guess I’ll give it to Russ Millions and Tion Wayne for that sprinkle of drill disappointment that is “Body”, and that’ll be it for this week. I predict some impact from Demi Lovato, Lil Tjay and especially Olivia Rodrigo next week, but for now, here’s our top 10:

Thank you for reading – sorry for the grouchiness on this one – and I’ll see you next week!

[lovemesomesurveys]

Did 2015 just fly by to you? I probably did feel that way. I usually do when looking back on each year. The only things I really remember about 2015 is graduating UC and hanging out with Ty.

Do you like platform shoes? No. I couldn’t wear them anyway.

How much black is in your wardrobe? Most of my wardrobe is black. 

Are you supposed to be doing something else? Nah, this is what I like doing at this time of night as part of my nighttime routine.

If you were with your favorite person right now, what would you be doing? I’d like finish watching this show my mom and I have been watching and check out the first two episodes of the new season of another show. 

Did you have a good holiday season? I did.

Anything special planned for today? Nope.

Who do you really trust in your life? My family.

What do you think about Justin Bieber? I like some of his music.

Do you wish you could change the past? Not entirely, but there’s a lot I wish I could change.

What is your hot drink of choice? Coffeeee.

Do you own a gun? No.

Have you ever cracked your cell phone screen? Not my current phone, but in the past I have. I haven’t had that happen in years, though.

Have your pants ever fallen down in public? No.

If you had to delete one year of your life, which year would it be? I wouldn’t want to delete an entire year. I’d like to change things that happened in various years, though.

What is your favorite article of clothing you own? All of them, which is why I have them.

How late do you usually stay up? Until like 7 or 8AM. :X

What is your favorite Christmas song? I love all the classics.

What all have you had to eat today? It’s only 4AM and so far I’ve just had ramen. 

If your entire life was a movie, what would it be called? I don’t know.

Blue or green? I like various shades of both.

What's your current least favorite song? *shrug* I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Do you know how to play chess? Nope.

What is something the world needs less and more of in your opinion? We need more unity and less stupidity and hatred.

Do you know someone who is just so breathtakingly attractive? Alexander Skarsgard.

How hard is it for you to open up to others? I have a really hard time with that. Even with people I am close to.

What is something that has really impacted your life? My physical disability for sure as well as health issues.

Quick! Chinese or Mexican? Hm. It honestly depends what food I’m in the mood for. I do have Mexican more often. I enjoyed both a lot more when I could eat spicy stuff, but I can’t anymore. :(

How many significant others have you had in your WHOLE life? I’ve only had one, technically. We had the relationship title, anyway. It didn’t feel like one, though. What I had with Joseph felt closer to one in a lot of ways, but we never officially dated. 

I have to ask: What does the last text you received say? My dad asked me to do something.

How about the last text you sent? I asked my mom if she could grab me something while she was at the store.

Have you shared any kisses today? No.

Did the last person you kissed have soft lips, or were they kind of crusty? They were soft.

Do you think your life will be any different a year from now? For the past few years nothing seems to change each passing year, but that’s largely my own doing. Not in a good way, anyway. There have been bad changes.

What is in your wallet? Credit cards.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Nope.

When was the last time you went to the doctor? This past Tuesday. 

Are you going out of town anytime soon? Nope.

Do you hate your ex? No.

When are you going to get a haircut? I have no idea.

Can you fit your hand around your wrist? Yes. 

Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? Yes.

When was the last time you applied chapstick? I don’t remember.

Are you a coffee person or a tea person? Coffee all the way.

Do you have a weird laugh? *shrug*

Do you have videos on YouTube? I do, but they’re all private and will never see the light of day again.

When’s the last time you had a phone conversation for more than ten minutes? I don’t remember. I rarely talk on the phone and when I do they’re very brief conversations.

Do you laugh at inappropriate times? No.

What’s your fast food restaurant of choice? The ones I go to are Chick-fil-A, Carl’s Jr, Jack in the Box, and McDonald’s. I haven’t been eating fast food much lately, though.

All the people you’ve kissed, what did their names start with? D, G, and J.

Are you in any kind of pain right now? Yes.

Are you the jealous type? I can be, but I haven’t felt that way in years.

What did you and your ex fight about most? Our issue was definitely lack of/poor communication. 

Do you have a foot phobia? I’m not afraid of feet, but I hate them lol. No one should even think about trying to put their feet on me or near me. I hate mine, too.

Well, are you a germaphobe? I don’t share drinks or eat off someone’s food or utensil or anything like that or want them to do that to mine. I’ll gladly cut off a piece and share or pour some out for ya. 

Don’t you love long hugs? From certain people.

And long kisses? Yes.

Have you ever purchased condoms? No.

Do you have a dirty mind? Sometimes.

What’s your favorite soda? I don’t drink soda anymore, but Coke and Dr. Pepper were my favorites.

Do you check the mail everyday, or somebody else? I personally don’t, but someone in my family does.

Did you think braces were cool when you were little? No.

Do you ever go without makeup or doing your hair? I haven’t worn makeup in almost 4 years and I just throw my hair up in a messy bun all the time. I also admittedly don’t brush it everyday.

Put your iTunes on shuffle RIGHT NOW and tell me the first song it plays. I don’t use iTunes and I don’t feel like opening Spotify right now.

What was the last song you added to your iTunes library? I forget the last song I added to my Spotify.

Are you embarrassed by any of the songs in your iTunes? I’m not embarrassed by any of the songs on my Spotify.

When was the last time you were sick? Back in October.

Did you get anybody else sick? No, it wasn’t contagious.

What brand is your camera? I just use my phone, which is an iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Do you like raisins? Yeah. Chocolate covered raisins, especially. ha. Who was your Valentine this year? I won’t have one.

When did you first kiss the last person you kissed? March 2011.

And when did you last kiss the last person you kissed? Sometime in 2013.

Did you borrow that shirt from somebody? Nope, it’s mine.

What was the last thing you put in your mouth? My medicine.

Do you like to swim? No.

How many vacations have you been on in the past year? My last vacay was last February a month before COVID hit and everything shut down. It’s crazy how fast everything changed and everything that has happened since then. We had no idea what was coming. I’m glad we happened to take a nice vacation when we did cause who knows when the next one will be. 

Have you ever gone on vacation with your boyfriend/girlfriend? I’m single, but no I never have in the past.

Are you supposed to be doing homework, young man/lady? Nopeee, I’m done with school.

Do you have to wake up early tomorrow? Nope.

Do you have any prescriptions currently? Yes.

Are you upset about anything? Bleh.

Where was the last place you went that you hadn't been to before? The OC.

Who was the last member of the opposite sex to make you smile? My brother.

Who was the last attractive person you saw? I see Alexander Skarsgard on my dash all the time. 

Do you have a friend whose name begins with "C"?

Is there anything happening in the next week that you're looking forward to? New episodes of some shows I’m watching to come out.

How many people have you kissed whose name starts with "R"? Zero.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? It’s been a few years. 

When was the last time you were invited to go somewhere and you declined? The other day my mom asked me if I wanted to tag along for the ride with her while she ran some errands, but I declined.

The last time you saw your best friend, what were they wearing? She was wearing a black shirt with Maleficent on it that I got her for Christmas.

How did you meet the person you're currently interested in? I’m not interested in anyone romantically right now.

What was the last gift you received and who gave it to you? Various Christmas presents from my family.

When was the last time you drank alcohol and what was the occasion? My birthday back in 2013.

You've got an unread message on Facebook; who do you want it to be from? There isn’t anyone in particular. 

What if the person you miss walked into the room right now? The people I miss have passed away, so...

Are you still with the person you fell the hardest for and if not, do you still speak to them? Nope.

What was the last song that made you cry and what does the song talk about? I don’t remember.

If you're in a relationship, how long have you been together? I’m single.

If you're single, are you looking for a relationship? No.

Look around the room; what's the closest blue object? My back pillow.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No.

How old were your parents when they met? They were in their early and mid 20s.

Who was the last person you added to your phone's contacts? I don’t recall.

What's a song that reminds you of someone you miss? Everlong (the acoustic version) by Foo Fighters.

What's the most expensive item you've bought recently? It was an accumulation of things when I was doing my Christmas shopping.

Who're the last three people you hugged? My mom, dad, and doggo. 

What's the third song on your iTunes "most played" list?

What exactly is on your mind at this moment? I’m tired.

What is it that makes you awesome? Nothing.

What is today’s date? January 16, 2021.

What time is it? 4:55AM.

At this moment in time, is there anything worrying you, that no one else knows about? Yes.

Have you ever cried in front of the last person you texted? Countless times.

What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I’m watching an ASMR video.

Have you ever voluntarily read the Bible? Yes. I read and study the Bible. I participate in Bible studies. Have you ever thought that your life was so bad you wanted to give up? I’ve felt that way a lot.

How old are you? 31.

When do you start school? I’m done with school.

Do thunder and storms scare you? I love ‘em. We have had a thunderstorm here in so long it feels like.

How often would you say you take naps? Not that often since I usually sleep in until like 5PM. And not to say I couldn’t still take a nap cause I could (I’m always tired), but I wouldn’t want to so late in the day.

How many times in your life have you held a baby? Many times. I have a younger brother and I also have held several of my cousins when they were babies.

Do you like country music? Yeah.

What were you doing at 7:45 this morning? It’s only 5AM, but I’ll most likely be asleep or attempting to.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? I haven’t done so yet today, but I’m always like “ew.” I avoid looking in the mirror as much as possible.

Do you look decent when you wake up? No. Or ever.

Do you like to cuddle? I don’t have much cuddling experience to be honest, but sure.

Were you single on your last birthday? Yes.

Do you have any candles in your room? I do. I never light candles, so I’m not really sure why I have one any, but *shrug*

How long does it take you in the shower? Like 30-45 minutes.

Relationship between you and the last person you texted? She’s my mom.

When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty? I feel guilty about a few things.

Are you currently looking forward to anything? Just new episodes of some of the shows I watch like I mentioned before and new shows in general. There’s a lot coming out this year.

What are two foods you think only taste good with whipped cream? Uhh. I can’t think of any that I think only taste good with whipped cream. 

If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef? When it’s in the form of meatballs (mixed with sausage, garlic, onion, and herbs).

What foods go good with radishes? Don’t they commonly go in salads?

Are you insecure about your height? What made you think this way? No. I do wish I was taller, though.

Did your last significant other have a huge temper? No.

Do you usually close the door with your feet or with your hands? My hands.

Are you a fussy eater? I am a picky eater and due to appetite and other issues I’m very particular about what I eat and how it’s prepared and all that. I honestly only eat the same few foods.

Do you enjoy visiting your grandparents? Yes.

Is your hair hard to manage? For me it is. I don’t have the energy or motivation for it.

Have you ever shopped online? I do a lot of online shopping, especially the past few years. Even more so this past year alone due to COVID.

Do you prefer gold or silver? I like both.

What about diamonds or pearls? Both.

Have you ever had surgery? I’ve had several.

Have you ever eaten at Chik-fil-a? Yeah, many times.

Do you spray tan? Nope.

How many hours of sleep would you say you got last night? About 5ish. 

How many aunts and uncles do you have? 3 aunts, 8 uncles. 

Would you say your life is hard? It is for me.

Are your fingernails, and toenails painted, if so, what color? Nope, neither of them are.

Would you ever think about doing porn? No.

What did your last text message you received on your cell say? My dad asked me to do something.

What is something you need to go shopping for? Nothing at the moment.

[the-everlasting-dream]

Own Personal Superman (Rafael x MC)

Summary: Jaya discovers that getting locked out of her friend’s apartment may not be the worst thing in the world..

A/N:  This is my submission for the Choices Fandom Game: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words. I was given my picture by my friend and writer extraordinaire @likethetailofacomet The photo doesn’t reeeeally fit but ehh 

Word Count: Elle’s brain cannot be captured in 1000 words ok 3070

Warnings: Swearing

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‘Mikey, come on!’ Jaya yelled, pounding on the door of her supposed best friend’s balcony door. ‘I said I was sorry okay? Now let me in!’ 

There was no answer from the other side of the door as there hadn’t been for the last twenty minutes. Jaya shivered against the cold Boston air, wrapping the thin white bathrobe she was wearing tighter against her shoulders in an attempt to protect herself against the wind that whipped across the side of the apartment building. 

When the subject of Michaela’s kink came up, Jaya could never resist a good jab, especially at her equally sassy best friend, driving her up the wall with her teasings about one Dr Zaid Mirani. Usually Michaela would have been up for a good ribbing, giving as good as she got but so soon after the — Jaya shuddered again now at the memory of it — Mirani incident, she should have known better than to believe her friend’s attempt at covering up her feelings. In her heart, Jaya realised belatedly, she shouldn’t have gone too far and now she was paying for it dearly. Locked out on the balcony of her friend’s townhouse dressed in little more than her underwear and a flimsy bathrobe — she’d just come out of the shower — was enough to teach her a lesson and now that it was learnt, she was ready to come back in. 

 ‘Mikey come on dude,’ Jaya cajoled, jiggling the door handle. 'This stopped being funny a long time ago.’ 

 ‘You sure the joke’s over?’ Her friend’s acerbic tone sounded through the door. ‘I wouldn’t trust your judgement with that.’ 

Jaya winced. 'Okay I deserved that. Now can you please let me in?’ 

Something slipped through the mail slot landed at her bare feet. ‘Get yourself out of this one Da Silva. I don’t have time for your bullshit.’

‘Fuck you Michaela Quinn,’ she snapped viciously, raising her fists to rain more blows on the door.

If I end up breaking it, its on her.

Somewhere to Jaya's left, a window was opened and a string of what she guessed were Chinese curses were aimed at her, making her drop her raised arms. As annoyed as she was with Mikey, she wasn’t going risk getting yelled at by her cranky neighbour. 

 It was then that Jaya finally looked down to the object that had fallen through the mail slot at her feet. 

An old school flip phone. 

Why does Mikey even have one of these?  She sighed in annoyance as she glanced through the window at her actual phone lying on the coffee table on the other side of the glass. So close but so far… 

Flipping open the phone, she immediately dialled in Mikey’s number which immediately went to voicemail and she snapped the phone shut, aggravated but unsurprised that her friend had taken the care to block the number before giving it to her. Jaya dialled in another number, Sienna’s, but that got redirected to an automated voice message reminded her that Sienna had changed her number the week past. 

 If only I wasn’t so crap at remembering phone numbers. 

 The only ones she remembered were Mikey’s and her own mother’s —she shuddered at the thought of placing a call to the ever unimpressed Rani Da Silva, not needing yet another lecture about how irresponsible she was, she’d had plenty of those her entire life. Deciding against it, she pushed at the tiny buttons until she reached the phone’s phonebook, hoping that Mikey would have at least been kind enough to put the number of one of her housemates in or at least the building’s superintendent to let her back in. 

 Jaya groaned out loud as she saw the two lone contacts entered into the phone book. Jesus Mikey how long have you been planning this?

Hawaiian Justin Bieber

Wholesome Superman

She cursed her friend silently again for delivering this special torment.  She was in little but her bathrobe, stuck on the balcony of a Boston townhouse and she had two choices: Dr Bryce Lahela or EMT Rafael Aveiro. 

She regretted telling Michaela about her crush on both very attractive, very available men who both seemed to show interest in her. She was drawn to them both in different ways after hanging out one-on-one on separate occasions and she just couldn’t choose. She was hoping that by waiting it out a solution would present itself and she would get to avoid making the decision.

Right now, if she wanted to get off this goddamn balcony, a decision had to be made. Mentally scanning over their schedules in her head — Mikey would have never let her hear the end of it, if she knew Jaya actually committed both men’s timings to her memory — she groaned again and made her choice. 

The phone rang and rang as Jaya paced to small balcony, anxiety welling up in her. What if he didn’t pick up? What if he couldn’t come? What if he didn’t want to? She was so wrapped up in her doubts that she hadn’t realised he’d picked up at first. 

‘Hello?’ 

‘Rafael, hi, its Jaya, Jaya Da Silva from Edenbrook,’ she began, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. ‘Uh… how are you?’ 

His chuckle echoed through the speaker. ‘I’m good, little surprised. How are you?’ 

‘I’m uh good…’ Jaya blurted out reflexively, her voice going up higher at the end as a gust of wind blew a chill up the flaps of the robe. ‘Uhh..’ 

Rafael’s voice sounded concerned now. ‘Um Jaya… is everything okay?’ 

She squeezed her eyes shut, running a hand over her face as she cursed her supposed best friend for the hundredth time. ‘Umm Raf… are you busy now?’ 

‘No not really, what’s up? Do you need help?’ 

She didn’t deserve him, she’d gotten herself into a ridiculous situation and she had her own stupidity to thank for that. That and one Dr Michaela Quinn. She took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet. 

‘See its actually a real funny story…’ 

Rafael listened patiently while she blabbered on in the most roundabout way of describing her current predicament, hoping he would not think it was a prank call and hang up the phone.

 ‘…so yeah. That’s what… That’s me right now,’ she trailed off awkwardly, stomach in knots. 

 ‘Well I can’t say this is one of the strangest call outs I’ve had in my career,’ he replied good-naturedly. ‘Why don’t you text me your address and I’ll drop by your place, pick up some clothes and come rescue you.’ 

‘That would be amazing,’ Jaya answered, relief immediately diffusing from her body. She thanked him profusely and hung up to text him the address. Sliding down into a sitting position seemed to be better defence against the cold and Jaya leaned back against the brick wall.

Rafael Aveiro was one of the sweetest, kindest people she’d ever met, his inclination to help people was boundless and that was one of the things she’d admired most about him. Unlike most guys he was also honest and open, not afraid to get real about his family life like he had on the helicopter ride they’d taken together. His childhood stories had seemed so sweet, she didn’t want to ruin the vibe by telling the truth about hers. Everything about him was just so wholesome — hence Mikey’s nickname for him — Jaya didn’t want to complicate things by bringing him into her own problems. But she’d done just that and now he was going to see her in little more than her bathrobe. 

Jaya sighed, dropping her head in her hands. Why do I always seem to get into situations like this? She hadn’t realised she’d dozed off until the phone in her lap started to buzz and she almost dropped it in her eagerness to answer the call. 

 ‘Hey are you here?’

‘Yep just walking around the back,’ Rafael’s deep voice sounded out. ‘Your roommate Sienna gave me a bunch of clothes while Jackie stared me down the entire time. I don’t think she likes me.’ 

Jaya couldn’t help but laugh. ‘She doesn’t like anyone.’ 

‘Where are yo- Ah I can see you.’ 

 A glance downwards brought Rafael’s dark head into view and as he climbed up the metal staircase, Jaya wrapped the bathrobe tighter around her, trying not to focus on the way his arms flexed. 

 ‘Hi.’ HIs eyes scanned over her outfit. ‘Do I wanna know?' 

'Just call me Trouble,’ Jaya replied, as he passed her the small duffle bag with her clothes in it. ‘You stand guard, Turn around. I’m going to change.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ he chuckled, dutifully turning away to give her some privacy.

Shivering slightly against the cold, Jaya hastily threw on the jeans and top her roommate had picked for her, thanking her lucky stars that Sienna had picked out her outfit rather than Jackie or Elijah. ‘All done,’ she announced preemptively as she stood hopping on one foot as she tried to slip her sneakers on, eager to get out of this embarrassing situation. Rafael has only just turned when her toe caught on the metal railing and she tipped off balance. Jaya shot her arms out to brace herself for impact but it never came. Instead she found herself in the strong arms of her latest savior, bodies pressed together closer than ever before. 

 ‘You okay?’ Rafael asked, looking down at her with a paramedic’s concern as he helped her regain her balance. 

 ‘Y-yeah,’ she mumbled, driven to speechlessness with him just inches away, unable to stop her eyes from sliding down to his lips and the prospect of kissing him seemed much more appealing. ‘You’re like my own personal Superman.’

 His lips curved up into smile. ‘Does that make you Lois Lane?' 

She shrugged, not trusting her voice and together they climbed down the staircase to where his car was waiting. As soon as she shut the door, Jaya’s sense seemed to flow back to her.

‘Thank you for that,’ she blurted out after giving him the address to her apartment. ‘You didn’t have to help me out you know. I know its your day off and you’ve probably got better things to do than to go around saving-’ 

Rafael gave her an easy smile, holding up a dismissive hand to pause her ramblings as he began to drive away from Mikey’s townhouse. ‘Jaya its fine. I didn’t mind at all really.’ 

 ‘You’re way too nice for your own good,’ she told him after a pause. ‘Paramedic, part time Superman, nicest guy alive. Are you sure you don’t have some super dark secret you’re hiding under that nice front?’ 

He laughed at her words. ‘If I do, I’m yet to find it.’ 

Jaya stroked her chin thoughtfully. ‘I mean what gives? No one is ever just that nice.’ 

‘I’m not just anyone Jaya,’ he smiled again, eyes twinkling as he stopped at the lights. 

 ‘So who are you Rafael Aveiro?’ She propped up an arm on the centre arm rest, leaned in closer and narrowed her eyes at him. 

He mimicked her expression, arm next to hers. ‘Guess you’ll have to stick around long enough to find out.' 

‘Is that how its going to be?’ 

‘That’s how its going to be,’ he shared her grin. 

Still chuckling, Jaya settled back in her seat and they shared a comfortable silence for a few moments. ‘So what were you going to do on your day off? Y’know, if you weren’t saving a damsel in distress.’ 

‘I was going to go hiking with some friends, I like to get out on my days off. I drive around this city all week but I never get to see it properly.’ 

She felt a rush of guilt flood through her. ‘I’m sorry. I must have completely ruined your plans.’  

‘No, no its fine,’ he started to say but she held a hand up. 

‘No its not. Please go on your hike. I’ll feel terrible if you don’t get to go.' 

‘Only one one condition.’ He raised his chin at her. 

‘Name it.’ 

‘You join me.’ 

 Jaya’s eyebrows shot up. He couldn’t be serious. ‘You want me to come?’ 

He gave her another smile. ‘You doing anything for the next few hours?’ 

‘Noo...,’ she admitted, hesitating for a moment before looking at Rafael’s boyish grin. Spontaneity was the last thing she usually did but this time she couldn’t help but grin back at him. ‘Alright lets do it.’

-

‘So do you always take girls you’ve just saved on long hikes in the woods?’ Jaya asked, trying to hide the fact that she was panting a little. 

 Rafael grinned back at her from where he was a few paces ahead, pausing so she could catch up. ‘You’d be the first.’ 

She raised an eyebrow amusedly. ‘In that case, I should feel special. By the way do you know where we are going? Because I have no idea.’ She paused for a moment. ’This is the dark secret you’re keeping, you brought me all the way out here to kill me and dump my body in the woods.’ 

‘Is your sense of humour always this morbid?’ He shot her an amused look. 

‘Why do you think I became a doctor? Death jokes for days sonnnn,’ she winked. 

Rafael studied at her thoughtfully for a long moment as they walked. ‘Did little Jaya always know she wanted to be a doctor?’ 

Jaya felt her cheerful demeanour drop as the lump in her throat began to build and suddenly it was much too hard to swallow. ‘I uh...’ 

She felt tears prick the back of her eyes. She was not going to cry about this. Not here. Not in front of him. He didn’t need to be drawn into any more of her problems. 

‘I guess its just something I…always knew I’d do.’ She looked up to see him eyeing her carefully and she silently hoped he wouldn’t push her. 

 ‘I see,’ he replied, nodding in understanding and they continued on for a few moments up the incline. Anxiety rippled through her as Jaya tried to find the right words, hoping Rafael wouldn’t think she was brushing her off or that she was rude or — 

‘I-Its just… My childhood was a bit… turbulent. I’d rather not talk about it if that’s okay with you?’ 

 ‘Jaya,’ Rafael caught her hand, making her look back at him. ‘You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to okay?’ 

She nodded, squeezing his hand a little and they continued their walk. Jaya glanced down at their clasped hands and couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight. She took a deep breath of the clean air, doubting that the EMT had any idea how calming his presence was. She was already starting to like him a lot more. Eventually, guided by Rafael, they made it to the top of the hill overlooking the entire Boston area. 

 ‘Wow,’ Jaya breathed, sinking to the ground and taking in the view. ‘Its breathtaking.’ 

‘Its one of my favourite views,’ Rafael put in, sitting down next to her. ‘Whenever it gets too much, I like to come up here and it reminds me how small my problems are in comparison.’ 

She nodded. 

Right now, all the things weighing on her mind, the competition for the place on the diagnostics team, the feeling of never being good enough, her struggles with her mother and her childhood, the duty she felt to herself to always be the best and do the best all didn’t seem so bad. 

‘Perspective.' 

He nodded and they sat together for a while in a comfortable silence. At some point Jaya looked over at him, the setting sun caught perfectly on his dark eyes and she felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Rafael let her take him in, smiling a little. 

Then almost magnetically, Jaya felt herself drawing closer to him and slowly tantalisingly the space between them decreased and his lips were on hers in a soft slow kiss. His hand came up to caress her cheek slightly and she placed an arm on his bicep as they parted. 

 ‘Wow,’ she breathed after a moment, eyes flickering open to see him looking at her tenderly. 

‘Yeah.’ He ran a thumb over her cheek and Jaya leaned in again, wanting more of him but he gently stopped her. ‘If its okay, I’d like to leave it there for today.’ 

‘Ookay…’ Her mind clouded over with doubts. Was she a bad kisser? Did he not like her? 

Rafael seemed to read her mind immediately. ‘I like you a lot Jaya but I don’t wanna rush this. I made that mistake before and I don’t want to make it again with an amazing woman like you. Is that okay?’ 

Jaya breathed a sigh of relief. ’That’s completely fine. Go as slow as you need.’ 

He smiled softly at her before getting to his feet and pulling her up. ‘I should get you home before your roommates start to worry.’ 

 She didn’t want their evening to end but she wanted to respect his request to take it slow so she allowed him to lead her back down the trail, keeping his hand firmly in hers until he chivalrously held the car door open for her to get in. 

A short drive later, they were standing outside her apartment building and he came to stand in front of her. 

‘Thank you for the save Rafael Aveiro.’ She look up at him, smiling. 

 ‘Thank you for the hike Jaya Da Silva.’ 

Again Jaya felt the urge to kiss him again but squashed the request down. ‘Is a goodnight kiss out of the question?’ She whispered, silently hoping he’d indulge her again. 

 ‘I think I can handle that,’ he grinned back dipped his head down to capture her lips again. 

Jaya rest her hands on his strong chest as their kiss was soft and sweet just like the last time. Just like him. 

 As they parted for the night, Jaya couldn’t help the smile on her face. She was looking forward to seeing a lot more of her own personal Superman in the near future.

[blackberrywidow]

Coffee Stains and Heart Pains

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: Language, lighthearted Justin Bieber bashing, mostly fluff.

Summary: Soulmate AU. For years you’ve wondered what kind of man would curse you to have the word “fuck” branded on your wrist as your soulmate mark. Well, you’re about to find out.

(A/N): I’ve never written a Clint story, so hopefully this isn’t complete shit. I’ve also never done a soulmate au before, but I've always wanted to write one, so I had a good time writing this. Also note that I was imagining Clint more like he is in the comics, but if you prefer MCU Clint it’ll read the same, so do whatever you want.

You sipped on your coffee, book open in front of you on the table despite the fact that you were too distracted to read it at the moment. Instead, your attention was focused on the couple across the street from you—well you supposed they probably weren’t a couple yet as they had just met each other, but you knew it would happen.

They were soulmates, so of course they would.

You had been looking at a dress in the store window across the street when it had happened. The blonde woman seemed to be in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention to where she was going as she dug in her purse for God knows what, which was when she had bumped into the brunette roller-skater. A normal incident at first, until the blonde woman had spun around to yell something at the other woman. What she said was lost to you due to the normally loud New York background noise, but you could tell by the way that the roller skater had jerked to an abrupt stop to look at her wrist that it had been her soulmate’s first words to her.

They were embracing on the street now, though they had been at odds with each other only seconds before they first spoke. They would definitely make for an “opposites attract” kind of couple, but a cute one.

That’s so nice, you thought, a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched them unabashedly.

You had always had a sort of fascination with soulmates, even before you had gotten your soulmate mark once you had hit puberty. In all reality, if you hadn’t been interested in soulmate bonds before you had gotten your mark, you probably would have shunned the whole thing.

What twelve-year-old wanted an explicative etched onto the skin of their wrist?

Your parents were horrified. But what could you do? The mark appeared once you began the road to adulthood, a rite of passage that came with all the other changes your body made while undergoing puberty. And it was unchangeable. Whatever sentence written on your skin would be the first sentence spoken to you by your soulmate. It was fate or destiny or whatever the hell you wanted to call it.

You had romanticized it as a kid. Had traced the letters of the “You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met” that were branded on your mother’s wrist. You couldn’t imagine your dorky, sheepish father being so smooth, but the proof was there. It was so romantic.

Or at least, you had believed so as an eight-year-old, and you couldn’t wait to get your own soulmate mark. That was, until “What the fuck is a Justin Bieber?” appeared on your right wrist.

It was like a joke. Some terrible joke. How could your Prince Charming’s first words to you be that?

Well, while twelve-year-old you was shocked and horrified by how unromantic it was, you started to make peace with it when your own vocabulary took a turn for the more… explicit. Not to mention when Justin Bieber actually became a thing (person?).

You still took great pains to hide it though—people liked to fawn over soulmate marks, but yours wasn’t one you exactly wanted to display to the world. No matter the humor that you were able to find in it today.

You had a different problem with your soulmate mark now anyway; namely, the fact that you had yet to meet said soulmate.

You weren’t old by any means, and you had heard about soulmates not meeting each other until they were old and gray. But everyone your age that you knew had already met theirs, and public meetings like the one you had just witnessed weren’t exactly rare. It was difficult, seeing everyone happy and in love while you were just… alone.

You still loved it though. No matter how disheartening and frustrating it was to go so long without meeting “the one,” you still loved the idea of a soulmate. For you and for everyone else. You may have become less interested in princesses and romantic speeches, but you still loved love. Craved it. And you were happy whenever someone found theirs, even if that someone wasn’t you.

So you were sitting, drinking your coffee and making heart eyes at the new couple across the street when you were suddenly no longer sitting or drinking coffee at all. Meaning, something had slammed into your chair, throwing you out of it and onto the pavement, knocking the coffee cup out of your hand, splattering its contents all over your shirt.

You blinked down at the large brown stain now adorning your white blouse, taking a moment to process what happened. You glanced up to see a man with dirty blonde hair gelled up so much that it didn’t appear to be moving, despite the fact that he was running. He hadn’t even bothered to pause long enough to say sorry.

“Hey!” you screamed after him, upset by your now ruined shirt and the stranger’s poor manners. “Watch where you’re going, Justin Bieber!”

You weren’t sure why you had chosen that particular uncreative insult. Sure, with his hair styled like that he looked a bit like him, but you would hardly consider it a good enough insult to match the circumstances.

Regardless, it seemed to do the trick as the stranger stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around to face you with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck is a Justin Bieber?”  

You froze seconds before the light tingling on your wrist began. You didn’t respond, instead pushing up your sleeve with shaking hands to reveal the mark that you normally took great pains to hide. To confirm what you already knew.

The black ink faded, leaving behind a light tracing of the words that you had carried with you for almost two decades. You released a heavy breath, feeling reality hit you like a weight in your chest.

It was him.

You found enough courage to force your head up to face him, hoping he was still there.

He was. His gaze was focused entirely on his right wrist, just like yours had been only a moment ago. He had obviously come to the same conclusion as you.

You started to get up, gripping the table to help get your trembling legs back under you. The movement drew his attention, and you saw his gaze snap away from his wrist and back to you. In the next instant, he was by your side, a hand on your arm and the other braced against the table next to your own. “Here.”

You nodded, accepting the help with a breathy chuckle. Here.

He was, in more ways than one.

It’s really him. Here.

After a second, you were steady on your feet once more, but still braced against the table and now facing your soulmate.

Your fucking soulmate. That was so weird to say.

You cleared your throat, trying to stifle your inappropriately-timed amusement. Now wasn’t the time to come off as unhinged. “Hi,” you said, immediately cursing yourself. Not off to a strong start. “My name’s (Y/N).”

The man continued to stare at you for a beat longer, his blue eyes intense on your face, making it difficult for you to breathe. Despite the Bieber haircut, he really was attractive. “Clint,” he finally said, immediately followed by, “Seriously. What’s a Justin Bieber?”

You laughed, throwing your head back with the force of it. Of all the things…

“He’s a pop singer,” you explained with a smirk. “Known for his shitty personality and obsessive fanbase. Your hair looks similar.”

Clint frowned at you, though you noticed that the right side of his mouth was twitching up ever so slightly. “That seems like a pretty serious insult,” he said, running a hand (the one that wasn’t currently centimeters away from your own, tempting you to grab it just to see what would happen every second it stayed there) through his hair.

You nodded in total seriousness. “Oh, it is,” you assured him. “It’s one I save for assholes who knock me out of a chair, ruin my shirt, and deprive me of my caffeine, all without a passing glance or apology.”

He blinked at you for a second, as though he needed to process the fact that he was really responsible for all of that, before his gaze moved from your eyes to your chest. You knew that he was just looking at the coffee stain that he had inadvertently caused, but you still felt blood rush to your cheeks. “Huh. So I did.”

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow. That was it?

“So you did.  You also,” you continued, shoving your exposed wrist in his face, causing him to reel black, “caused me to have this tattooed on my skin for over half of my life!”

“That’s not my fault!” he protested, though he reached up to grab your wrist to bring the words into focus, as though to confirm that what you were saying was true. “You’re the one who called me Justin Bieber!”

“You’re the one who styled your hair like that!”

He pouted. Honest to God, pouted at you, and dropped your wrist to run a hand through his swoopy, gelled hair again. “It’s not usually like this. Nat made me—oh shit. I have to go!”

And he was moving again, whirling around to run in the other direction. Your mouth dropped open, your eyes wide as you stared at him. Was he really just leaving you there? Without getting your number or anything?

You were only able to stare in stunned disbelief for a second before he was turning back around, giving you an impatient look. “Well, are you coming or not?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, he huffed and strode back to you. “Come on,” he said, grabbing your wrist to pull you along beside him. “I’m already late, and Nat’s gonna kill me.”

You shook your head but worked to keep up with his brutal pace. “And you just assume that I’m coming with you?”

Clint laughed, glancing down at you with amusement in his eyes. “Well… we’re kind of soulmates,” he explained, holding his wrist up for emphasis. “And as much as I’d just love to fight with you in front of a café for hours, I have a wedding to get to. So, we’ll have to relocate the shouting match, if you don’t mind.”

“I wasn’t shouting,” you corrected primly, though your eyes roved up and down his lean form. You had somehow missed the fact that he was wearing a black suit, complete with a black tie and dress shoes. Your mouth almost watered at the sight—you had always been a sucker for a man in a suit—but then his words registered in your brain. “Wait!” you protested, digging your heels into the pavement to jerk him to a halt. “I can’t go to a wedding right now!”

“Why?” Clint asked, looking back at you. “It’s a Saturday evening and you were just drinking coffee and reading. I don’t think it’s too presumptuous of me to say that I don’t think you have any other plans for tonight.”

You glared up at him, crossing your arms over your chest after extricating your wrist from his grip. “I can’t go to a wedding because I’m not dressed for it. Besides, you still haven’t apologized to me for your assault on both myself and my blouse, so I’m not too sure I want to go anywhere with you right now.”

Clint sighed, clearly attempting to find some patience. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry for knocking you out of your chair. Are you okay?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unsure if he was mocking you or not. You answered anyway. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

He nodded, the move quick and stiff. “Good. I promise that I’ll buy you a new shirt and get you more coffee. I’ll even you get you another mystery novel to make up for my lacking apology, whatever you want babe.” You raised an eyebrow and smiled, surprised that that he noticed what you were reading and that it was coffee you were currently wearing. And though you normally hated being called babe, you found that you didn’t mind it when it came from him. “Just please, come to this wedding with me.”

And then he gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes, complete with a protruding bottom lip that you immediately thought about biting.

Oh dear God. What had you gotten into?

You bit your own lip, contemplating him with narrowed eyes, even though you knew what you were going to do as soon as he asked. “I really don’t have anything to wear.”

Clint smirked at you. “I can help you there.

“Oh my god,” you said, looking around the closet you were currently standing in. Though that was really the least of your concerns at the moment. “Oh my god.”

“You didn’t tell her before you got here?” Natasha, Clint’s friend and fellow Avenger as it would seem, asked.

Clint shrugged. “There wasn’t a good time.”

“Wasn’t a good time?!” you gasped, whirling around to face him again. “A ‘good time’ would have been the second you met me. ‘Oh, hey. My name’s Clint Barton. Yes—that Clint Barton. The one that’s a fucking superhero that spends his days shooting people with a prehistoric weapon ‘cause it looks cooler. Oh, and the wedding I’m begging you to go to? Tony frickin’ Stark’s! Hope that’s not a problem, ‘cause now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life!”

Clint’s eyes had gone wide during your rant, but Natasha was actually smiling as she said, “Oh, this is perfect. I love her already.”

You weren’t sure if that was really a compliment, but you chose to take it as one since it came from the Black Widow. Seriously, could your day get any crazier?

Clint finally seemed to break out of his daze to stare at you with what could only be described as dreamy eyes. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I do too.”

You blinked at him in shock but suppressed the urge to say anything in response. He was definitely joking, but it didn’t really matter. You meant what you said: you were stuck with him for the rest of your life. Not because you had to be. There was no law saying you had to love or marry your soulmate. It’s just what happened. The universe didn’t make mistakes when it came to who you were meant to be with. And if you were being honest, though Clint had been nothing but a nuisance since you met him, you could already tell that he was perfect for you. You had always liked to be kept on your toes, after all.

“So, you really don’t mind if I borrow something?” you asked, returning your attention to Natasha, where it was safer.

“No, take whatever you want,” Natasha said, still smirking at you. “It’s the least I can do since you got stuck with this one,” she joked, jabbing a thumb in Clint’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah.” Clint rolled his eyes. “We have to be there in five minutes though, so you gotta hurry.”

“We don’t have to be there for another forty-five minutes,” Natasha corrected, winking at you as she moved into the closet to help you pick out a dress.

Clint’s mouth dropped open. “What?! You told me four o’clock!”

“Yes,” Natasha hummed, pulling out a sapphire blue dress to hold up against your frame. “Because you’re always late.”

You laughed, looking at the dress, but still peeking at Clint’s betrayed expression out of the corner of your eye. “Good call.”

“Now get out of here,” Natasha ordered, not sparing Clint another glance. “I’ll help her get ready. You go find something productive to do. In this building.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Clint sighed with a world-weary salute.

You giggled, shaking your head. He sure was something.

“Come on, Nat. Are you guys ready ye—Oh.”

You turned around to face your soulmate, heat rising to your face once you saw the way he was staring at you. “Natasha already went up. She said I should wait here for you.”

Clint nodded wordlessly, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, what do you think?” you teased, twirling around a little to flare the skirt on your floor-length, plum colored dress.

He only stared at you for a beat longer before striding toward you with purpose, making you freeze in anticipation. His hands came down on your waist, and he tugged you toward him, eyes never leaving yours.

You laughed breathlessly, placing your hands on his shoulders as you smiled up at him. He smiled back and gently ran a knuckle across your cheek. “I think I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

If possible, your smile became even brighter. “I hope that’s true.” And then you pushed up on your toes and claimed his lips with your own. Because he was your soulmate and an Avenger and funny and perfect and who knew what would happen next? You just knew that you wanted to kiss him, and so you did.

He didn’t seem to mind, if his enthusiastic response was anything to go by. After a few moments of intense, soul searing kissing, he pulled back with a reluctant chuckle. “Okay, we really do have to go now, or Nat’s gonna kill me.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” you said, trying to regain your breath.

Clint grinned at you, helping you straighten your dress before grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. “Come on, (Y/N). I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone else.”

You laughed as he once again started running, trying your best to keep up. “I can’t either.”

Your life was definitely about to get much more interesting, and all it had cost you was a cup of coffee and a blouse. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[petehalvorsen-blog]

Justin Bieber Plastic Surgery

Discovered as a kid singer on YouTube, Justin Bieber essentially grew up in the public eyes. Being among the rarer ones who shot to popularity because of the preferred video clip sharing site, the Canadian skill had an adorable and also boyish beauty about him that made him appealing to a lot of young people.

As his appeal expanded, rumors of his cosmetic surgery treatments additionally swirled, mainly as followers saw his change. From a kid with a slightly face, Justin altered his check into a hot male who sported tattoos around his body. He also boosted his looks with a much more masculine and even a handsome look that provided him the possibility to come to be an underwear design.

Justin dated a great deal of negative promotion for his wild habits as Hollywood's latest negative child. Embroiled in quarrels, apprehensions as well as billing for DUI, he later released an apology and claimed that he dissatisfied with himself and his family. Appealing to alter his means, Justin focused on making new tunes and also once again produced hits after hits with his albums "Sorry" and also "Purpose.".

Aside from becoming famous for his tunes, the "Child" hitmaker's style likewise made him a trendsetter. His trademark hairstyle as a teenager has been duplicated by young men everywhere.

However, how much has cosmetic improvements have contributed to Justin Bieber's rise to popularity? For the record, he never discussed getting procedures done; yet that doesn't indicate he never had them, right?

We'll carefully analyze Justin's images before and also after he arrived to figure out how much of his improvement results from plastic surgery as well as what's all-natural regarding his appearances.

See our "unique" comparison images listed below: .

Justin Bieber Eyes Surgery

Did the "Love Yourself" singer's eyes altered for many years? Reports that he undertook blepharoplasty hummed about because his double eyelids seemingly changed his eye form. The plastic surgery procedure provides stars more appealing, big almond-shaped eyes.

Some followers, nonetheless, think that Justin's eyes are the same and that it complemented his fuzzy eyebrows. We'll offer him a hand down this set given that he looked a bit tired as well as indifferent in his before images, so his eyes showed up smaller sized. He possibly has yet to get utilized to being well-known.

Justin Bieber Nose Job

Maturing, Justin's nose had a fatter as well as rounder shape. Its tip bulged and also its bride was broader, as seen in this before picture. A few years later, however, his nose form subtly transformed in size and also appeared slimmer and well-shaped, as well as matching the dimension of his face.

Maybe it was merely a component of growing up rather than rhinoplasty. Take a better look, does his nose look comparable to you?

Justin Bieber Fix His Poor Teeth

The young star used to have some jagged teeth, especially under the row. Justin's teeth had a typical dental problem referred to as crowding, where everything overlaps. He might have likely gotten veneers over braces to repair his teeth.

His dental professional, Dr. Kevin Sand from Beverly Hills, shares photos of the celebrity on Instagram when Justin comes to his facility for his standard dental procedures, like lightning. Dr. Sand said that veneers are a great deal simpler to collaborate with for renowned celebs because the improvement on the teeth can happen in just a few sees. Braces, on the various another hand, take years as well as additionally mess up celebrities' smile because the grills are as well apparent.

Justin Bieber Hair Loss

Is Justin going hairless? Just in his mid-20s, the singer seems to reveal signs of the declining hairline, as seen in these images.

Fan websites hypothesize that Justin might be experiencing bald patches and also male pattern baldness. OK! The magazine said that Justin's hair could be weakening as a result of his constant use of hair color.

Loss of hair prevails in Caucasian guys but isn't it too early for Bieber? His papa has thin hair as well, and like his kid, he loves to wear hats every time. Is Justin hosting likely to need a hair transplant when he's in his 30s?

[tinymixtapes]

Music Review: Organ Tapes - Into One Name

Organ Tapes Into One Name [Genome 6.66 Mbp; 2017] Rating: 5/5 Death is real: my friend Thomas died last August. What’s weird is that we’d already rehearsed his death around five years ago when he was diagnosed with leukemia. I walked with my mom from my house to the hospital in my brand new Asics to get acquainted with death. A proximal glance, a glimpse — or perhaps more a whiff than anything. Thomas’s room smelled like fucking ass, formaldehyde (or whatever body bleach they use) and catheter suffocating the otherwise sterile space. He had been a chubby dude, a brat, with that Justin Bieber bowl cut all the popular-adjacent kids (kids who had kissed someone, or at least tried) sported. But, in the hospital, he was greenish and as thin as me. His hair was gone. We talked about Flight of the Concords until he had to vomit. Thomas survived cancer. I saw him not long after the hospital visit, his cheeks a little fuller and his Etnies back on. We reminisced and he showed me “Tourette’s Guy” videos, those videos of a guy in a neck brace verbally abusing his wife and throwing chairs at his children that I will not hyperlink here. I giggled with apprehension until Thomas looked at me and said to chill, that it was okay to laugh: he had Tourette’s, so it was cool. Remember the Justin Bieber hair flip I used to clown him about? Tourette’s. Fucking of course. The only thing I had on him, the only thing I could get him for. Of course, the most compulsively lovable person I’ve ever known had a compulsion of his own: the god damn Justin Bieber hair flip. Thomas and I met when we were both about 10. We sang for the Royal School of Church Music, a bizarre offshoot of the Anglican Church that convened in Houston, Texas. I don’t know what it was doing there. I don’t know what I was doing there, either; my dad has called himself a “god-fearing athiest” ever since I was old enough to ask the question, and my mom had never expressed any denominational affiliation beyond wearing an inherited cross necklace so she would stop getting mistaken for being Jewish (she’s since stopped). During practice, Thomas was so infuriatingly disruptive, so incredibly annoying, taking 20-minute shits, cussing at the director of the choral program (a total asswipe, in Thomas’s retrospective defense), drawing dicks on my “Adam Lay Ybounden” sheet music. Real devil kid stuff. But he sang so well — so, so, so, so, so, so well. Jesus Christ. It was like atonement or something. Like Mormon Tabernacle stuff, coming out of his God damn potty mouth. [GNM005] Organ Tapes - Into One Name by Organ Tapes I was enraged, but I was also enamored. You couldn’t not like him, even when he got our choir’s trip to Atlanta sidetracked for snitching on two handsy choristers (I wanted to go to Steak n’ Shake so bad, but we couldn’t because of that little pit stop). You couldn’t not like him, even when he got to sing the solo for the 5:00 service on Christmas Eve. It was perfect, his notes pure and intonation impeccable. I probably cried, because I used to be a crybaby (a character flaw of which Thomas was kind enough to alert me). I stopped buttoning the top button on my uniform and let my collar hang crumpled like his. I even let myself say “badass” a couple times (as opposed to “badbutt,” its less elegant relative of whom I was once fond). I had him over a couple of times. We didn’t have much to talk about and his mom wasn’t picking him up for a few hours, so we played The Sims. Then we listened to Basshunter, and he showed me that Zombie Nation song they now play at MLS soccer games. Thomas died last August from a heroin overdose in his home when his mom and stepdad were on vacation. I still don’t know how to mourn. I mean, the dude cheated death in Middle School just to die four days before his 21st birthday and 14 days before mine. His digital interment came with everything but closure: ugly posts from an estranged father on his Facebook wall, harassing Thomas’s faultless mother and calling those who defended her “promiscuous sluts;” messy posts from someone claiming that Thomas had hit her up to chill just a few days before — he really did just do that a couple days ago, hit her up to chill — that’s so crazy, isn’t it? He hit me up, he really did, and that was one of the last things he did, which was to hit me up on my Snapchat, which is _____, add me so we can talk about Thomas kk; and of course the gut-wrenching tags from his mom every couple weeks with another unearthed picture or scribbled note he left during his short life. Precarious life degraded (deep fried) through digital detritus: slow swords, absolute wreckage, ungrievability. Fuck cancer and fuck Facebook and fuck heroin and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck death. You are my angel [and without] that I’d be hella sad. Love you like I []ever did. It’s okay it’s okay I’m still breathing. I don’t have anything to say about this new Organ Tapes record other than that it let me grieve for Thomas. I love you, Thomas. Rest easy, my man. http://j.mp/2CYWnC4

[kpopcinnamonswirlroll]

RULES: ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS THEN TAG OTHER PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

K so i was tagged by the gem that goes by @kpopluvwriter and was like ‘omg i have been noticed’ so imma do this real quick (hopefully) before i go to bed.

Here are the questions:

How tall are you?

I am 5'7" & tbh i want to be a bit shorter. Totally not cuz of my bias’s ideal s/o height, noooooooo…

What color are your eyes?

I have brown eyes. But my eyes can look amber in certain lightings. imo they’re one of my best features lol.

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses?

Yes, i wear glasses. I can’t wear contacts cuz my eyes are messed up & the lenses of my glasses have tints & prisms in them.

Do you wear braces?

For teeth, no. But i should, i have an underbite & it makes me hate my smile. Some people find it cute tho. I do wear ankle braces. Like that is a story & a half by itself, but im too sleepy to explain rn. Tl;dr i have weak ankles.

What is your fashion style?

I dont really have one. If anything it’d be cute/comfy/casual. But I’ve been 10000% emo one day & been 'girl next door’ the next. It’s all over the place.

When were you born?

June 21, 1999

How old are you?

18

Do you have any siblings?

Yes. 1 older brother. Our relationship hasnt been too great, but we tolerate each other & sometimes even get along pretty well.

What are your favorite subjects?

I am a nerd for history ngl. Like, i love learning about other cultures & stuff & just learning about something in general. I also really like poetry, math, & science.

What are your favorite movies?

Um…idk. I dont remember movies very well😂. But, i do love Disney. Like, Disney movies are bae. If i was sick, i would just want to cuddle, sleep, eat, & watch Disney movies all day. …tbh that might be one of my ideal dates. OH WELL.

Do you have any regrets?

This one is complicated. Like, generally at the time i will regret something. But i dont regret how my choices in life changed me. I am a pretty awesome person. I have been raised to be kind, compassionate, & polite. So i think I’ve made some p good choices in my life.

What is your dream job?

I’ve wanted to be a singer since I’ve been little 😂. I have written some songs & they arent too bad. I want to audition for JYP in the near future, but i doubt they’d accept me. I weigh too much.

Would you like to get married?

I will answer that question when i find someone actually willing to marry me. Thank you very much.

Do you want kids? How many?

Okay, the answer to that depends on my partner. Im not very assertive & i want to make whoever im with happy. If i get married & want kids, i’d talk to my partner first.

How many countries have you visited?

One. I have been to Spain. It is beautiful. I love Segovia so much. I had the best host family there. They are so cute. The architecture is incredible. Like, i could geek out about how awesome my Spain visit was. I would love to travel more, but that costs money, which i dont earn enough to save :’).

What was your scariest dream?

Okay, first off my dreams are prophetic. Like, i get a lot of deja vu feels when i have never been somewhere before & then i see a scene that i have seen in my dreams. So, i had a dream when i was about 5 to 7 years old. I was at a party in an old mansion that my family had recently bought (in the dream) & we were on the top floor. Apparently we were being too loud cuz my mom came upstairs & was like “y'all need to shut up” & then she fell through the wooden floor. All the way down to the bottom. I woke up crying.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other?

*blinks* kinda. It’s complicated & i really dont feel like explaining it. But atm im not available. That’s all y'all need to know.

Put your playlist on shuffle & without skipping list the first 15 songs that play

Lmao i dont have 15 songs on my phone’s playlist. I need to go to my youtube playlist 😂😂. It has 192 songs, so i should be covered.

Omfg- Everybody

Jeremiah- Birthday Sex

Blackpink- Boombayah

Girl’s Day- Something

Theory of a Deadman- RX

Jessie J- Domino

Got7- Fly

September- La La La (Never Give It Up)

[Gakupo] Chainsmokers- Closer

[Foster the People] Pumped up Kicks- Remix

Got7- If You Do

BTS- Steve Aoki Mic Drop Remix ft. Desiigner

[Shape of You] The Mega Remix

Luvatory English Cover

Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee- Despacito ft Justin Bieber

I think i’ll tag @cutiepielover1123 @imagining-bxngtan @bulletproofwhalien cuz im pretty sure im more engaged on their blog. Lol this took me like an hour to do. Whoops. 😂😂😂

[kinghoshi]

kinghoshi’s #diamondedgetoronto experience

GETTING TICKETS:

tickets went on sale in july and me and my friends were going to summer school at the time

summer school ends at 3:30 and i had work at 4:30 and it really took 1h to get from the school to work so i had to hop on a bus ASAP

tickets went at sale at 4:00 so yikeS!!! how was i gonna get tickets?

i gave my friend my account info and she was gonna try to get tickets for me 

but it didnt work!!!!!!!!!!

so she used her own money to buy me the tickets <33333

they were debating between getting me the seats i had (gallery, 4 rows from the front) or balcony (pretty far back) but ended up getting the gallery seats

i was kinda iffy that i wouldnt have a good view and everyone kept saying how gallery seats were uncomfortable and i was scared id be too far right but i was happy i got tickets!!!!!!

AIRPORT:

really couldn’t sleep at allllllll that night

had maybe 4 hours of sleep??

originally i woke up at 6am and me and my friends were gonna meet at 8am buttttttttt

there were no airport previews of them leaving dallas so we were like hmmmm

and didnt go to the airport at 1pm

the boys came in 2 different groups!!

the first group: hoshi, chan, the8, jun, jeonghan, woozi, seungkwan

it was such a mess omg they came out at like 3:30

i literally only saw three of them (hoshi, woozi, and seungkwan) I REALLY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW JEONGHAN, CHAN, AND JUN WAS THERE 

it was so messy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! me and my friend stopped walking and just like watched the mob of people walk away it was sooooooooo :@@@@@

people are saying nobody tried touching them but people got soooo close to them

i didn’t personally see it but my friend told me she saw someone shove their phone in jeonghans face????? like what do you gain from that??????? a picture of his cheek?????????????????????????? disrespect from him???????????????/

when the second group came: mingyu, joshua, dk, s.coups, hansol, wonwoo in my opinion it was like a littttttttttttle bit better

but the plane arrived at 5:50 and they didnt come out until like close to 7

their security and managers (?) were really thoroughly planning an exit route!

i saw joshua, mingyu, and hansol (the best)!!!!!! hardly saw the other members :((((

but joshua truly is the most beautiful HE GLOWS

a lot of people were like is justin bieber at the airport etc LOOOOOOL

i also feel really bad for the people who were like really trying to just pick up a family member or like a friend because it was just a mess!!!!!!!

CONCERT:

i bused downtown alone 

and on the train i think there were other girls going to the concert too and they kept looking at me because they were probably thinking that i was going too (i was dressed in svt colours!!!!!!)

my number 1 mission was to pick up some hoshi merch

and i went a teeeeeeeeensy weensy overboard as you can see here

a lot of fans were handing out and selling such cute stuff omg?????????

this was my first kpop concert!!!!! i saw gfriend when they were in toronto but i dont think youd call that a concert?

my biggest fears were that (1) my seats would have a weird view (2) because i was sitting alone it’d be awkward and weird and i wouldn’t have as great of a time

but i was just being negative????????

my view was sooooooooooo much better than i expected, i saw them perfectly

i sat next to the nicest and friendliest people :-)

it still feels unreal to me that i saw them???

like they’re always on my phone screen but….they were right there???????

firstly, i am thankful for whoever put still lonely on the set list thank you so much 

ALSO we gonna make it shine 

i’m a hoshi and chan stan but guys joshua really snatched me (he was my first ever seventeen bias back in the day!!!!!!!!!!!)

there was a point where hoshi went on stage and i was so scared that he wasnt feeling well or something

and then chan went off stage too!!!!!!! my two faves where’d they go 

from my view i got to see like the choreography really well omg

literally at some point everyone was chanting BOO SEUNGKWAN i was living 

JUN AND MINGHAO GOT SOOOOOOO MANY SCREAMS IT WAS SO CRAZY 

at some point i screamed hoshi so loud my throat was dying djfkdfsdsd

coups and chan dancing to im the one: a concept 

before check in started hansol was like i check in toronto city :-)

ALSO AT THE END EVERYONE WAS CHANTING SEVENTEEN AND THEY STARTED CHANTING CARATS BACK IT WAS THE CUTEST I MISS THEM SO MUCH

they said they’d come back so i hope they keep their promise 

they were filming for going seventeen so still patiently waiting for that 

by the end of the concert omg my voice was so hoarse and i had work the next day 

im not even kidding my ears were ringing for so long

i hope hoshi saw my banner its kinda like holographic so it couldve reflected off of some light but he’d have to have some sharp vision to see it!!!

i didn’t wanna hold it too high in case i blocked someones view

some of my stuff: 

i compiled my concert videos onto youtube!!!!!!! brace urselves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zhVZaxL6VA&t=816s

[vodkawrites]

Yuuri Week 2017, Day 2: Family & Friends Title: 28 Tuxes Chapter 2 Genre: Alternative Universe Pairing: Katsuki Yuuri / Victor Nikiforov, Jean-Jacques Leroy / Isabella Yang Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Isabella Yang, Leroy Family Rating: Teen and up audiences Warnings: None Summary: While planning his 28th wedding, Yuuri begins to wonder if he can ever find love for himself.Or; the victuuri 27 dresses AU absolutely no one asked for.

Read the second chapter on AO3

“Yuuri! Your clients are here!” Phichit, his assistant, calls from the front desk.

“Send them in!” Yuuri answers back.

Yuuri collects the papers that are scattered on his desk and shuffles them into a green folder. He knows that he had tidied his office three times in preparation - four if he counts Phichit’s efforts - but he supposes nothing is too excessive.

The office is nothing special to begin with, but he supposes it is rather nice for a wedding planner. There’s a large desk with an equally large computer (with two unnecessary but also completely necessary monitors) near the back of the office. Towards the middle of the room are a set of couches and coffee tables for clients to use. Lining the office are two bookshelves filled with books that range from flower symbolism to colour theory to just about anything necessary to plan a wedding. The room is mostly illuminated by two floor length windows but there is a warm overhead lamp for extra ambiance which makes it have an almost homey feel. So his excessive cleaning is necessary just to impressive his arguably most important clients.

Apparently, the groom to be is rather famous in Canada but he doesn’t know more than that. He wonders if he is a hockey player or Justin Bieber or something of the sort. He fully braces himself for whatever may be waiting behind his door.

What he doesn’t expect is an entourage of guests. Yuuri gathers that the others must all be family members. It isn’t uncommon for family members to help with wedding planning - especially if they were paying for the affair - so he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is. However, he finds six people (two of them being under the age of 16) to be a bit excessive.

He easily picks out the bride from the crowd. She doesn’t seem to resemble any of the others in the crowd, but she has her own sort of beauty. The bride-to-be is stunning in every definition of the word with short black hair and bright blue eyes.

The groom, however, Yuuri isn’t too sure which one he is. He knows he should be able to pick out one of Canada’s quote-unquote heroes but despite living in the country for four years, Yuuri can’t seem to recognize him, but certainly not among two other males who look almost identical. Even down to their haircuts, it seems difficult to tell the two apart.

“Ah, so nice to meet you all!” Yuuri says politely, addressing all of them. He stands from his chair and holds out a hand for them to shake.

“We’ve heard so much about you,“ the eldest woman says. She shakes Yuuri’s hand politely but Yuuri finds it stiff and uninviting. "I’m Nathalie and this is my husband Alain, the twins Justin and Juliette, and the bride and groom Jean-Jacques and Isabella."

Yuuri head spins. He hardly thinks he is going to remember all of those names (let alone which one is the groom and which one is his younger brother). He silently wishes only the bride and groom came alone but he supposes beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, isn’t it supposed to be the bride’s family that gets involved in planning the wedding?

He chooses not to voice those opinions out loud.

“It’s so great to be here! We’ve heard only good things from Milla and Sara,” the taller of the two Leroy sons says. He deducts that this one is most likely the groom to be, given his stature and how his hand is holding onto’s Isabella’s.

Yuuri smiles uncomfortably. He reminds himself that this is the wedding that could start his career as a famous wedding planner. Or it could end going down in burning flames with his name forever blacklisted from every couple in the country. You know, one of the two.

“Please,” Yuuri begins. He gestures to the leather couches. “Make yourself comfortable."

The group situates themselves on two separate couches: Isabella and JJ on one couch while the rest of the family piles onto another. Yuuri goes over to his large bookshelf before pulling out two large books. One is a lengthy catalog that features ideas for venues, flowers, dresses, decorations, and all the other basic necessities. The other is an empty planner to keep track of their progress and basic details. He grabs his own notebook and a ball point pen before shuffling over to the couches.

He sits down at one of the empty arm chairs across from the couple.

"So how did you two meet?” he asks to make conversation. He knows to some it is simply protocol, but Yuuri genuinely loves to hear the romantic ways his clients meet. Everything from meeting in a coffee shop to being college roommates, he’s heard it all before. Personally, he thinks his favourite is the couple that started off as rivals but ended up falling in love. It may sound a bit cliche, but Yuuri finds it extremely romantic.

“They were high school sweethearts,” JJ’s mother answers.

Yuuri blinks. He would be lying if he says he isn’t a bit put off by the fact JJ’s mother answered for him, but no one else in the room seems to mind. In fact, both Justin and Juliette are both on their phones, ignoring the conversation completely.

Instead, Isabella continues the story as if nothing is unusual. “We were in class together back in Montreal.” She looks over at her fiancé, flashing him a warm smile. “JJ asked me to our junior prom and we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s very sweet,” Yuuri says genuinely. It’s a rather typical answer, especially for couples as young as they are, but it’s not unwelcome. In fact, Yuuri finds it extremely romantic.

“And now we’ll be getting married. Soon we’ll be officially Mr. and Mrs. Leroy-Yang,” JJ announces. He places a hand atop his finance’s and begins to rub soothing circles into her knuckles.

“We want them to get married before JJ starts school in Toronto,” JJ’s father explains.

Yuuri nods.

“You two seem very eager,” Yuuri muses outloud.

“Isn’t everyone eager to get married?” JJ’s mother asks.

JJ and Isabella eye each other, their expressions unreadable. It lasts only for a brief second but Yuuri still notices how tense they seem. He tries not to dwell on that.

“I suppose,” Yuuri hums in agreement.

He supposes he too is eager to get married. Despite that he doesn’t have a significant other (at the moment, he reminds himself) doesn’t mean he hasn’t dreamed about the day when he would wed.

He knows it has to be an early spring wedding, one where the cherry blossom trees are in full bloom. He knows he wants Phichit to be his best man and his parents to walk him down the aisle. Whether or not it’s a big wedding with needless ice sculptures and seven course meals or an intimate affair on the sands of a rocky beach, Yuuri doesn’t exactly mind. All he knows is that he wants a wedding with someone who truly loves him.

He shakes those thoughts away. Today isn’t about him to imagine his perfect - albeit nonexistent - wedding. No, he must focus on the people who are actually getting married.

“Why don’t we get started?” he asks.

“Of course! We have no time to spare. Jean has to be back by two for practice,” JJ’s father points out as if Yuuri is supposed to know his client’s schedules.

Yuuri ignores that last part and starts his typical pitch.

“Did you two decide on a date?” he asks.

He begins to absentmindedly thumb through one of the volumes, looking for some sort of inspiration. He isn’t sure how exactly to plan a wedding for this situation. Sure, he had planned twenty seven other weddings which have all be successful, but none of them have been even close to this caliber. Jean-Jacques Leroy is a big celebrity here (or at least as big as ice skaters who recently won gold at the Olympics); therefore, he needs to create a wedding for for a king - or rather for King JJ.

“We’d like spring. Preferably May after the season is over. They’d do earlier but Jean is going to be travelling so much it’s not worth it,” JJ’s mother explains.

Yuuri stills. May? As in the May of the following year? As in the May that is exactly nine months and three days away?

Yuuri feels his breath hitch at the mere thought of planning a wedding in a mere nine months. Not to mention that this wedding is for a famous celebrity in which his reputation depends on the success of the wedding. A wedding for someone of JJ’s caliber already put a lot of pressure on him. And now with the extra stress of planning a wedding in a mere nine months; it is almost too much to handle.

He silently regrets taking on the request. He knows that he only agreed because Phichit encouraged (rather forced) him to take the job. Something about planning for someone like JJ would give him some fame within the wedding planner industry. Honestly, he would be just as happy planning for two average people who just want their perfect wedding.

Yuuri feels a headache forming.

“Alright,” he says, trying to show no form of discomfort. He must remain neutral for his clients - particularly for clients who could make or break his career as an official wedding planner.

“Do you have a specific budget for the entire thing?” he continues.

“For everything? Probably $100,000 but we can compromise. Nothing is too expensive for their big day,” JJ’s mother cooes.

Yuuri nods but doesn’t say anything about the budget. Sure, it is a ridiculous amount of money - $100,000 dedicated to one day is more than Yuuri will ever see in his life - but he supposes love doesn’t have a price. Besides, there are weddings that cost ten times more than that so who is Yuuri to judge (even if the average wedding is 1/5th the cost).

“Do you have anything in mind, as of right now?”

JJ and Isabella eye each other, as if they want the other to speak first.

Eventually, JJ admits “not really. We haven’t really talked about wedding plans a lot.”

“Is there anything you want specifically?”

“I want a big wedding!” Isabella blurts, her eyes wide.

Yuuri chuckles at her innocence; he easily learns she is only nineteen after all. He finds is rather endearing how excited they are about planning their wedding. He always appreciates it when the couples are enthusiastic.

“That can be arranged.”

“We are inviting at least 500 people so we need a big enough place. I’ve got a big family,” JJ’s father explains.

Yuuri taps his pencil on the page before jotting down some basic notes.

-Big venue

-Lots of people

-May wedding

-Flexible budget

“Do you have any venues in mind?” Yuuri asks, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“It has to be in a church for the ceremony. And then we were thinking of a place with an ice rink for the reception. We want our first dance to be on the ice. Isabella even took lessons.”

Yuuri internally groans at his suggestions. Of course the famous couple would want something so ridiculous and contrived as to have their reception at an ice rink instead of something more traditional. As if planning the wedding isn’t already hard enough, add in a fancy ice rink that can hold 500 people and their high expectations to the mix.

“Hmmm…I’ll have to look around for options, if you don’t mind,” he confesses. He hopes the couple can take the hint and suggest something more reasonable.

“Very well,” JJ’s mother says with a surprising amount of understanding.

“Take your time,” JJ insists.

Yuuri lets out a breath he isn’t aware that he is holding in. He truly thankful that they are forgiving of the situation. He relaxes into his seat - only slightly though because he certainly doesn’t want to appear unprofessional (no matter how uncomfortable sitting up straight is for his back).

He continues with some other questions. They’re not really that important or interesting, but it is protocol that he asks anyways. Things like type of flowers, people in the bridal party, if they want a limo and such; it’s all very basic questions and he is grateful that these specifications are easier than finding their perfect venue.

“Alright. I think there’s enough to work with for right now,” Yuuri says. He looks down at his notes for emphasis, memorizing the specific bullet points. There’s nothing truly unreasonable - aside from the ice rink but he hopes they might change their mind in the upcoming weeks - so Yuuri is rather grateful.

“I can begin by finding some venues and we can start from there. I can give you a call next week when I have a few suggestions.”

“Perfect,” JJ says with a grin.

The couple stands up from the couch followed by the rest of the group.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Katsuki,” Isabella says politely. She offers him a warm smile which Yuuri easily reciprocates.

“Please, call me Yuuri,” he says before wishing the rest of them a pleasant goodbye.

He watches as the entourage (because that is exactly what six people including the bride and groom are at this point) exists his office, waving goodbye to his receptionist on the way out.

Yuuri lets out a heavy sigh. Sure he loves planning weddings - he practically lives and breathes to design the perfect wedding - but he always forgets how absolutely draining it is. Finding the venue, picking the flowers, deciding on the dresses, and the cake. Not to mention picking items for the registry, deciding on the theme, inviting the guests and determining the seating arrangement; it’s all very tiring. And all in nine months, nonetheless.

He needs some strong black tea and he needs it now.

He walks out of his office, hoping to go to the coffee shop around the corner. It should only be about five minutes and he doesn’t have that much work to do at the moment so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

He walks out of his office, turning the corner only to be met with what can only be described as an angel sent from the heavens above.

Yuuri looks up at him, drinking in his form. He is beautiful - gorgeous really; there is absolutely no denying that. His hair is a bright platinum blond that makes Yuuri wonder if it is natural or a product of too much bleaching.  His eyes are an inviting shade of blue that makes Yuuri never want to look away. He’s never seen someone with such a strong jaw and chiseled features.

He knows it must be silly for a grown man to pine over someone he hasn’t even said anything to, but he finds himself doing so anyways.

“Are you here for an appointment?” Yuuri asks, a bit reluctantly. He sincerely hopes the beautiful man isn’t here to plan his own wedding.  

To be honest, he doesn’t remember having anymore appointments for the day - JJ and Isabella are supposed to take up most of his time so he really can’t afford to see anymore clients. Plus, September isn’t always the most popular season to begin planning a wedding.

“Not really,” he admits but he doesn’t exactly look ashamed of that fact.

Yuuri furrows his eyebrows, a bit confused by that comment. Why else would a beautiful man in a neatly pressed suit be at a wedding planner’s office? It is entirely possible that he is an undercover spy or a prince of some faraway country or a male model ready to help Yuuri sell his business. Judging by how he looks in his navy blue suit, it’s hard to imagine him as anything but a male model.

“I’m here for JJ.“

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Yuuri scowls. He isn’t here for Yuuri (or even for Yuuri’s business); he’s only here to exploit JJ and Isabella for an autograph or a story or a selfie to get him his fifteen minutes of fame. He doesn’t know what disappointments him the most: the fact that he is here for his clients or that Yuuri almost fell for his stunning  good looks.

"I’m sorry and you are?” he asks with more bite than he intends. Yuuri shifts his weight to one leg, cocking out his hip in the process which makes him feel like a mother lecturing a small child.

To be honest, he just wants his tea and maybe a nap for the rest of his life; he certainly doesn’t want to deal with whatever the mysterious stranger has to say.

“Victor, Victor Nikiforov,” he emphasizes as if it is supposed to mean something.

Yuuri narrows his eyes. His name doesn’t help to clarify anything, but this Victor character seems to think that his name alone means something to Yuuri.

“And you’re here because…?” he asks, letting the words hang in the air.

“I’m JJ’s reporter,” he explains He holds up some official looking badge that hangs around his neck by a teal lanyard. It has a flattering head shot along with his age, profession, and company’s name. Yuuri ignores the details.

Instead, he scans the beautiful man skeptically. He doesn’t exactly look like a reporter - not that he knows what a reporter should even look like - but there is no evidence that says that he isn’t a crazy fan

“Look, I’m a sports reporter, nothing more. Here’s proof.” The reporter reaches into the front pocket of his neatly pressed slacks and fishes out a card. He hands Yuuri  a business card.

“How do I know you didn’t forge this?” Yuuri asks.

He scans the business card for any irregularities, holding it up to the light in hopes it will give him some sort of answers. Instead, it seems to be just a business card, one - in Yuuri’s humble opinion - that is rather boring. It’s a plain white with blue text reading his name and his company. Towards the edge is an obviously poorly rendered clip-art image of an ice skate that makes it look like a four year old designed his business card on PowerPoint.

“You can look up my articles online. Or in the paper, but no one reads the paper anymore.”

Yuuri hums, storing the card in his own pocket. He supposes he can’t argue with that logic.

"So why are you here?” he asks, his voice devoid of its usual professional demeanor. He hopes the reporter can pick up on that little subtly and leave him alone. "Don’t you write sports articles?“

"I do but my boss wants an article about JJ’s wedding. Apparently skating fans care about his love life. Trust me, I don’t want to be here. Love makes me sick.”

Yuuri rolls his eyes.

“So, is there anything their official wedding planner can tell the readers?” he asks, holding a recording device up to Yuuri’s face.

Yuuri takes a step back, careful that he isn’t too close to the recording device. He wouldn’t want it picking up any sort of negativity, or anything for that matter. He couldn’t have his clients think he is breaching their privacy. Weddings are intimate occasions, after all.

“Well all information is confidential,” he replies stubbornly.

“Confidential?” Victor asks. He lowers his hand with the recording device but Yuuri notices he didn’t shut it off. “I’m sorry I don’t think you understand-”

“I do understand,” he interrupts. “Weddings are special; they shouldn’t be exploited for a cheap pay check.” For emphasis, he gestures to the recording device.

"Hey!” he defends. He pouts a bit, making Yuuri’s thought about being a mother lecturing a small child to be even more accurate. “My writing is not cheap.”

“Well I suggest you use your writing talent and find a new story focus, Mr…”

“Nikiforov,” he answers, puffing his chest out. “Victor Nikiforov.”

“Yes, Mr. Nikiforov,” he begins. He hands the business card to the stranger, hoping that he never has to see his beautiful face ever again. “I suggest you go back to writing about sports and stay out of JJ’s personal life.”

“Trust me, if it were up to me, I would,” the reporter says with a scoff. “But my boss is insistent.”

“Well then tell your boss that I refuse to give people like you any information about their wedding.”

Victor looks a bit taken aback. “You won’t tell me anything?”

“Nothing,” he states with a smug grin.

Victor narrows his eyes.

“Mark my words, Yuuri. I’ll get the information from you one way or another.”

Yuuri smirks.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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In this blog post, I’m going to introduce to you the incredibly talented New York based Frankie Zulferino. He is a singer, performer, dancer, choreographer, male model and a dance teacher. He is everything you would look for in a Super Star. This fascinating man released his new single Say Less on the 6th of March 2020 alongside a hot dance music video. With Say Less Frankie brings back the disco to everyone’s living room during this time of self-isolation. Believe me, even your grandma will dance to this song from her quarantine.

Frankie describes his new single as:

“Growing up in New York my mom always loved disco music, she constantly had it playing in the car. Since then, it’s always been one of my favorite eras of music, there is just something about the energy and mood that makes you feel alive. When I went into the studio to work on Say Less, I wanted to bring that feel-good joy back to music, infused with my style and direction. It also features a dance break in the bridge, which was super important to me, because dance is a huge inspiration in my music and my life!”

I really want you to watch the music video now before you continue reading!

Now since you’ve watched the music video, you would also agree that this man can sing and dance like a professional. He’s a real super talent, I told you so. Now let’s get to know him better.

He grew up in a middle-class family in Staten Island, New York. His dad was a NYC fireman and his mom a nurse. Frankie started in a boyband called WOW. They toured all around the US, Canada and Europe. Then he started his solo career and he managed to get his name out in the music industry while working with many different producers, managers and agents. He auditioned for the TV shows The X-FACTOR and The NEXT. After passing on both shows, he chose to be on the second one where Joe Jonas was his coach. Regarding touring Frankie opened for artists like Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, Westlife and Jason Derulo.

Right now, he’s counting more than 56K monthly listeners on Spotify and 37K followers on his Instagram account. Next to his music career, Frankie is a successful choreographer. His students even made it to the semi-finals on the TV show America’s Got Talent. He teaches students all over the US and aims to inspire them to fight and live their dreams

Now let me show you some pictures of him.

I must warn you; it might get really hot in here!

Fire emoji, fire emoji, fire emoji, am I right? However, it’s hard to believe but Frankie didn’t always look like that. Check out his statement here:

“Though most people see me now and think “I HAVE IT ALL,” it wasn’t always the case. When I was younger, I was teased in school for dancing. It wasn’t popular for boys to dance, plus I had to deal with my insecurities with being chubby and having no confidence in myself. Dance and music were my outlets. When things went wrong, I turned to perform. It has gotten me through everything in my life. I constantly fought to break the barriers. I was not the best dancer. I was not the best singer. I was not the best looking. For a long time, I was the chubby kid with the braces and glasses that no one believed in. I will never forget one of my first auditions when I was told I was fat, had braces and should come back next year. I never felt down on myself, though. I used the pain as fuel to my fire and every second, every minute, every day, every year, I became a better version of me.”

Frankie Zulferone is a real role model and inspiration for every young man. I hope that you also became a fan of Frankie after reading this blog post. His debut album is planned for later 2020. Therefore, follow him and stay updated, so you know when he goes on tour after this Corona crisis is over. 

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Do you still have a teddy-bear lying around somewhere? Not a teddy bear, but several giraffe stuffed animals all around my room. Are you a good-speller? I think so. Do you over-analyze everything, like me? Yeppp. Have you ever rode on the back of a moped? No. Do like Frank Sinatra? I like a couple of his songs. What about Cap'n Jazz? I’m not familiar with them. Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? Nope. What’s the brand of the computer or laptop that you’re on? Apple. Are you sitting on your bed? Or a spinny chair?? I’m on my bed. Anyone you can’t get off your mind? No. Have a “bone to pick” with anyone? Nah. What does love feel like? Warm and fuzzy. haha. Who’s your favorite Beatle? I don’t have one. I’m not a big Beatles fan. Like, I like some of their songs, but eh. Does it annoy the hell out of you when people smoke around you? Ugh, yes. Do you like guys with long-ish hair? I personally like short hair on guys. How do you talk when you’re drunk? I usually became quite chatty. Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? Yeah. I don’t really remember how the conversation went, that was several years ago now. What do you order at Starbucks? Usually a venti white chocolate mocha with soy, sometimes a caramel macchiato with soy. During the fall and winter I like to get some of the seasonal drinks. Except for pumpkin spice. I know, I know. Shocking, right? Penn Station or Subway? I’ve never been to Penn Station, so I’ll go with Subway. People with addictions are weak. Brutal truth, or “falsies”? I wouldn’t say that at all. Do you have a “gunkle”, like me? [: No. The underwear you’re wearing right now; Describe it. They’re blue. When’s the last time you were on a swing? Not since I was a kid sometime. Whose hand did you last squeeze? My doggo’s. Have you ever actually tied string around a finger? Yes. Wouldn’t that be difficult? It wasn’t that hard. Have you ever been in a cornfield with a boylyfriend? (: “Boylyfriend”... And no. Does baby talk annoy you? No. What’s the last thing you wrote (or drew) on yourself? *shrug* That would have been a long time ago. Can you walk straight in heels? I can’t do that at all. Do you like Eskimo kisses? Sure. When’s the last time you sat (or did anything, I guess) on a rooftop? Never. I’d be way too scared to ever do that. Have you ever heard anyone call kissing “swappin’ spit”? Yeah. Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? No boyfriend. If I had one, they’d have to bend down to kiss me. Or, have you had to before? Think about your ex. Just do it. How do you feel? I don’t really feel anything regarding them. When’s the last time you lied in bed with the opposite sex. Who was it? I’ve never done that, actually. Have you ever been tackle-hugged? (: Yeah. Have you ever been tackle-hugged into a pool with all your clothes on? Omg, no. That would be very shitty thing to do since I can’t swim and I’m in a wheelchair. Do you own any heart-shaped glasses? Nope. Do you have any photographs on your walls? Yes. Do you own an Ugly Doll? [: No. I’ve never heard of those... Do you overuse :)s, like me? Nah. I don’t go emoji crazy. Do you overuse the word “like”, or “amazing”? Probably “like.” Do you have any crowns? No. Brunette dudes with bleach blonde hair are utterly unattractive. Yes? They can be. Is there anyone that you “see yourself in”, so to speak? No. What’d you last use scissors for? I don’t remember. Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? Yes. How well’d that go over with him? (Or her, I’m not judging) They just kept asking for one. Are you really over him, or are you just a great liar? I’m over any guy I’ve had feelings for the past. Whose grave did you last visit? My family members who have passed away have been cremated.  Do you have any polaroids? (pictures) Yeah, several. How many photo-albums do you have? A few. Do you scrapbook? Yes. Have you ever made a PostSecret book? Nope. Have you ever seen The Upside Down Show? No. Is it something children should really watch? I don’t know what it is. What about The Wiggles? I’ve seen parts of it before when my brother was little and yeah I recall it being fine for kids to watch. 

“Fruit salad, yummy, yummy.” Name a song that gives you goosebumps. Hmm. Is it wrong to call things “gay”? I think it’s insulting. What’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever been through? Almost dying. Is there really such thing as a “chemical imbalance”? Uh, yes. Is love really just a chemical reaction? Sure.

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Nickname; >> Rev is pretty much the only nickname that at least two people still call me. Most everyone else calls me by my name. How many piercings do you have, and where? >> One in each earlobe, one in septum. What color are your eyes? >> Dark brown. And hair? >> Dark brown. Does orange look good on you? Can you pull it off? >> I’m sure at least one shade of orange looks all right on me. I haven’t tried on any orange garments, though, so I wouldn’t know.

What do you do when it storms and the power’s out all night? >> That hasn’t happened to me since childhood. The longest the power’s been out in my recent memory is about a half-hour (or probably more like twenty minutes). What do you do with yourself when you’re at the beach? >> Well, I was just at the beach this past weekend, and mostly I just sat in the shade of the pop-up tent Sparrow had borrowed from her sister and drank Barefoot, heh. Are you shy, or no? >> I wouldn’t say I was shy. Have you ever been to St. Augustine? >> No. Have you ever been to Ocala? >> No. Have you ever just been to Florida? >> No. What about Indiana? >> I’ve been through Indiana several times on trips to Chicago and back. Are you nosey? >> I can be about things like Internet drama, lol, but generally I mind my business. Do you “pry”? >> No. Why does everyone hate Justin Bieber so much? >> This is so hyperbolic I don’t even feel like answering it seriously. What’s your favorite commercial? >> I liked one that Google did a while back, and Amazon had one over the holiday season with a rabbi and an imam that were besties. That was cute. But I usually don’t even see commercials, let alone have favourites. Who has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen? >> --- When’s the last time you pulled an all-nighter? >> I don’t remember. I’m not even sure I’m capable of it anymore. What were you doing? >> --- Purple on guys; Yes, or no? >> Purple is for anyone who wants to wear it. Do you like Boys Like Girls? >> I have no opinion on them. Do you actually try everything on before you buy it? >> No, just the things I’m not sure about the fit of. Do you ever actually check the price? >> Definitely. What’s your favorite candle scent? >> I don’t have one. Have you ever known anyone with a dog blind in one eye? >> No. Have you ever been friends with a forgein exchanged student? >> No. Was it sad when they went back to… wherever they came from? >> --- Have you ever been given any sort of ring? >> Yeah, an engagement ring. Do you know anyone that works at a tattoo shop? >> No. If you HAD to get a tattoo, what would it be, and where? >> I have some ideas, but I don’t feel like outlining them here. Do you own any lockets or charm bracelets? >> No. The last dress you were in; What’d it look like? >> It was probably the long olive one with an elephant on it. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? >> No. What’s your favorite nickname of yours? >> I think “Rev” is a great nickname/title and I can’t imagine a better one. What’s one of yours that you HATE? >> --- Maple or hazelnut flavoring? >> Maple. What’s your favorite Coke product? >> I don’t even remember all the products that they own. What’s the brand of your cell-phone, and the color? >> A black Moto. What’s your favorite body-part on the opposite sex? >> --- Are you now, or have you ever been, a cheerleader? >> No. Have you heard any of Eminem’s new Recovery songs? >> Nope. I kinda forgot he existed. Favorite song lyrics; >> --- Watergun or water-balloon war? >> --- Have you ever watched Ugly Betty? >> No. Would running into your ex right now be painful? >> Nah. What’s the most annoying sound, ever? >> So many. Are you typo-proned? >> Nope. How do you feel about Lady GaGa? >> I think her music is fun to listen to. Are the rumors about her true? >> What rumours...? Are you friends with any “trolls”? >> No. What would you get a boyfriend for his 17th birthday? >> *stares in 30something* Does your hair have a mind of it’s own? >> *shrug* Is Dane Cook really all that funny? I don’t think he is. >> I don’t think he is either. Do you watch Glee? >> No. Do you ever shop at Fredflare.com? >> No. Do you happen to know anyone named Matty? (Matthew or Matt will suffice) >> No. What’s he like? >> --- Are you always hyper? >> I’m almost never hyper. It takes a lot to get me anywhere near that level. Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? >> No. Do you like country music? >> Some. Y'know. Like, “my mule left me for my sheepdog”; that sorta thing >> LMAO Do you know any scenesters?!?? >> No. Is that even still a thing? Has any guy ever forgotten your name so often and exclusively that he just started calling you “girl”? >> No??? Did you have to have braces for awhile, too? :[ >> No. Kisses on your cheek, or forehead? >> --- When’s the last time you wore facepaint? What’d it look like? >> If I’d ever worn it, I was probably a child. Do you still have a teddy-bear lying around somewhere? >> Yeah, I have two on my bed right now. Are you a deep-thinker? >> Sure. Are you a good-speller? >> Yep. Do you over-analyze everything, like me? >> Sometimes, but it’s tiring and pointless and boring so I try to steer clear of it. Have you ever rode on the back of a moped? >> No. Do like Frank Sinatra? >> Nah. What about Cap'n Jazz? >> I don’t know who that is. Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? >> No. What’s the brand of the computer or laptop that you’re on? >> Lenovo. Are you sitting on your bed? Or a spinny chair?? >> I’m on my bed. I was on my spinny chair earlier, though. Anyone you can’t get off your mind? >> No. Have a “bone to pick” with anyone? >> Eh, not really. What does love feel like? >> I don’t know. Who’s your favorite Beatle? >> I don’t have one. Does it annoy the hell out of you when people smoke around you? >> I’m not usually around smokers, but it annoys me when someone lights up at the bus stop or something. In which case I just walk upwind a ways and hope for the best. Do you like guys with long-ish hair? >> --- How do you talk when you’re drunk? >> I don’t know. From my perspective, I don’t talk much differently, aside from the fact that I’m more inclined to talk (although sometimes I’m not? I guess it just depends). Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? >> No. What do you order at Starbucks? >> --- Penn Station or Subway? >> Is Penn Station also the name of a sandwich joint or something? Otherwise, this is just confusing. People with addictions are weak. Brutal truth, or “falsies”? >> I don’t believe this, no. The fact that I’ve never been addicted to anything is sheer luck (and maybe a genetic component that I don’t know about), not because I have some kind of magical fortitude that makes me “stronger” than people with addictions. “There but for the grace of God go I” and so on. Do you expect more from people than you’d be willing to do for them? >> No. Do you have a “gunkle”, like me? [: >> A what now The underwear you’re wearing right now; Describe it. >> They’re navy blue briefs. When’s the last time you were on a swing? >> I don’t remember. Whose hand did you last squeeze? >> --- Have you ever actually tied string around a finger? >> No. Wouldn’t that be difficult? >> I don’t know, never tried it. Have you ever been in a cornfield with a boylyfriend? (: >> No. Does baby talk annoy you? >> Very much. What’s the last thing you wrote (or drew) on yourself? >> I don’t remember. Can you walk straight in heels? >> Yeah. Do you like Eskimo kisses? >> No. When’s the last time you sat (or did anything, I guess) on a rooftop? >> I haven’t done that since I lived in NYC, where rooftops were more accessible. Have you ever heard anyone call kissing “swappin’ spit”? >> Yeah. Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? >> --- Or, have you had to before? >> --- Think about your ex. Just do it. How do you feel? >> I don’t feel anything. When’s the last time you lied in bed with the opposite sex. Who was it? >> --- Have you ever been tackle-hugged? (: >> Yeah. Have you ever been tackle-hugged into a pool with all your clothes on? >> No. Do you own any heart-shaped glasses? >> No. Do you have any photographs on your walls? >> No. Do you own an Ugly Doll? [: >> No. Do you overuse :)s, like me? >> No. Do you overuse the word “like”, or “amazing”? >> I don’t think so. Do you have any crowns? >> No. Brunette dudes with bleach blonde hair are utterly unattractive. Yes? >> --- Is there anyone that you “see yourself in”, so to speak? >> Characters, usually. What’d you last use scissors for? >> Probably when I had to cut open a package of Morningstar burgers because the damn ziplock seal was... sealed shut, or something. Someone dozed off on the assembly line, I guess. Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? >> Probably. How well’d that go over with him? (Or her, I’m not judging) >> --- Are you really over him, or are you just a great liar? >> --- Whose grave did you last visit? >> I don’t visit anyone’s grave. Do you have any polaroids? (pictures) >> No. How many photo-albums do you have? >> Zero. Do you scrapbook? >> No. Have you ever made a PostSecret book? >> No. Have you ever seen The Upside Down Show? >> No. Is it something children should really watch? >> --- What about The Wiggles? >> --- Do you support gay? >> The way this question is worded makes me laugh. Name a song that gives you goosebumps. >> Sigh. Is it wrong to call things “gay”? >> I really don’t care. What’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever been through? >> *shrug* Is there really such thing as a “chemical imbalance”? >> Sure, I mean... I haven’t seen any conclusive data that says chemicals can’t be imbalanced in a biological organism.  Is love really just a chemical reaction? >> Sure, I guess. Isn’t just about everything?

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Canada’s List of Most Googled People in 2018 Is… Interesting

Between her star-studded royal wedding, the recent pregnancy announcement, and the seemingly never-ending stream of daddy drama headlines, one might assume that Meghan Markle was 2018’s Most Googled Person. Having diligently reported on her penchant for rule-breaking, her growing baby and every single outfit she’s ever worn, I’d have bet at least $5 per Markle-focused FASHION story that she was. (It feels like we’ve written at least 600, so that bet would have eaten up my entire savings. And then some.)

But apparently—at least according to Google’s 2018 trend stats—Canadians couldn’t care less about the Duchess of Sussex. Markle was the second most searched person in the US this year, she topped the list for most-searched person in the UK, and her lavish wedding to Prince Harry ranked high on the most-searched news list in both countries. But in Canada, her honorary home? Not a single mention.

What’s the point of having limitless information at our fingertips if we aren’t going to use it to read up on princesses? And if we weren’t using the search engine to fuel our royal curiosity, what exactly were we using it for? Apparently, a lot of sports and a healthy dose of scandal. Here are the people Canadians wanted to know more about in 2018. Brace yourselves, it’s shocking:

10. John Tavares

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WHO IS THAT? He’s a Canadian hockey player in the NHL. And apparently, a good one.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HIM IN 2018? In July, it was announced that Tavares had signed a seven-year, $77 million contract with the Toronto Maple Leafs, his hometown team. 

USA List: N/A

9. William Nylander

Photography by Kostas Lymperopoulos/CSM/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? Another hockey player. This one is a Canadian-born Swede who’s also, apparently, good.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HIM IN 2018? So here’s what I’ve gathered from the web: Nylander’s three-year, entry-level contract with the Maple Leafs expired after the 2017-2018 season, making him a restricted free-agent. After what looks to have been some dramatic back and forth — he reportedly was losing $30,000 per day as he remained unsigned — Nylander agreed to a six-year, $41.77 million contract with the Maple Leafs minutes before the deadline.

American Google Rank: N/A

8. Stormy Daniels

Photography by Roger Askew/The Oxford Union/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? An American adult film actress who allegedly had an affair with President Donald Trump.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HER IN 2018? On January 12, The Wall Street Journal reported that Trump’s personal lawyer paid Daniels $130,000 one month before the 2016 presidential election in exchange for an NDA that prevented her from speaking about the alleged 2016 affair. There was a lawsuit, a 60 Minutes segment, a tell-all book that compares Trump’s penis to a toad, and numerous news stories covering the scandal. Why did Canadians care more about Daniels than Americans did? I couldn’t tell you.

American Google Rank: N/A

7. Tristan Thompson

Photography by Brian To/Variety/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? Khloe Kardashian’s baby daddy. And also, a professional basketball player for the NBA’s Cleveland Cavaliers.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT THEM IN 2018? In April, days before his extremely-pregnant, extremely-famous girlfriend was expected to give birth to their first child, Thompson was accused of cheating. There were photos, videos, and most importantly, there was motor-boating. In less than 24 hours, Thompson became the Internet’s public enemy #1. Long live the savage comments!

American Google Rank: N/A

6. Logan Paul

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WHO IS THAT? An American Internet celebrity who came up on Vine, and now creates YouTube videos.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HIM IN 2018? At the end of 2017, Paul stirred outrage when he vlogged his trip to Japan’s Aokigahara forest, known to be a frequent site of suicides. As he headed into the “haunted” forest with his friends, his video camera and his Toy Story hat, he come across a man’s body, and the video was uploaded under the title “We found a dead body in the Japanese Suicide Forest…”

In other 2018 Logan Paul news: the notorious YouTuber participated in an amateur boxing fight with fellow notorious YouTube personality, KSI. The fight was named “the largest event in YouTube history,” and generated a total of 5 million pay-per-view buys worldwide.

The silver-lining to all of this: at least we didn’t care about Logan Paul quite as much as our neighbours to the south. That has to mean something, right?

American Google Rank: #4

5. Kawhi Leonard

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WHO IS THAT? An American professional basketball player. And, once again, he’s a guy who’s supposedly good at his sport.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HIM IN 2018? In July, the Toronto Raptors traded their fan-favourite player, DeMar DeRozan, for San Antonio Spurs superstar, Kawhi Leonard. That’s pretty much all I’ve got.

American Google Rank: N/A

4. Tessa Virtue

Photography by Ulrik Pedersen/CSM/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? Canadian ice dancer, Olympian and 1/2 of Canada’s poster child couple Scott and Tessa.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HER IN 2018? At the 2018 Winter Olympics, Virtue, with her ice dancing partner Scott Moir, became the most decorated figure skater in Olympic history. She also gained a significant cult following, became the object of an International shipping effort, and was appointed the Canadian brand ambassador for Nivea.

American Google Rank: N/A

3. Hailey Baldwin

Photography by Matt Baron/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? A model and former FASHION cover star.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HER IN 2018? She married Justin Bieber.

American Google Rank: N/A

2. Khloe Kardashian

Photography by Marion Curtis/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? The youngest of the three Kardashian sisters. Not to be confused with the collective Kardashian-Jenner sisters, of which she is third oldest, and third youngest.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HER IN 2018? She had her first baby. And shortly before that, her Canadian basketball-star boyfriend (see #7) was exposed for cheating on her.

American Google Rank: #5

1. Demi Lovato

Photography by Sara Jaye Weiss/REX/Shutterstock

WHO IS THAT? American singer, songwriter, actress and former Disney Channel star.

WHY DID CANADIANS CARE ABOUT HER IN 2018? In July, Levato was hospitalized for an apparent overdose. She entered rehab, and shortly after, wrote a heartfelt open letter to her supporters.

American Google Rank: #1

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