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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 4 years

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There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Hello, Stuck. Sorry, I don’t know your real name.

I wrote this long ass post to bring some light into the fandom and between the CSs, and I hope you can post it? I’m new in the Tumblr world, but not in the 5H fandom. I don’t quite know how it works yet and, for the moment, I only know your blog and those of @emisonme, @karlaswine, @sun-to-my-luna, @underthatimpression, and @mentesimploria because, in one way or another, you’re all connected to each other. I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate every single one of you, the passion you have, and the hope you keep alive among those who, like me, love the girls. Also, the patience you guys have, especially against the haters, is admirable. I love the fact that you keep going. Because this is your sacred place, as it should be.

This is the very first time I’ve ever done anything like this. I’m what can be defined as a ‘silent fan’. I never commented on anything in the girls’ posts, not even on the fan accounts I follow. I don’t have Twitter. I have Facebook but it’s like I don’t have it because I don’t use it. I have Wattpad (obviously). I recently registered here on Tumblr, and I have Instagram. That’s what I use. It’s the only app along with YouTube that I use daily to keep up with the rest of the world. Especially the American part of the world. I’m Italian, but I speak American English well, and I apologize in advance if my lazy ass hasn’t noticed possible grammatical errors. I saw that a lot of you are into this stuff, so I thought I’d add it just because. I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Virgo rising.

I’m gonna turn 29 on December 22, and this is a BIG fuck off to all the people who have attacked you lately for your age. This is personal information that I give freely to make ignorant and small-minded people understand that, in this context especially, age is irrelevant. As you, little fucker who hides behind a computer to attack people just to feel stronger, have a life, we have it too. Like you, we have a life, a job, friends, etc. We also have passions. Passions that yes, my dear haters, also include shipping people. I don’t know why in your stupid brain we’re too old to ship people we love and to give opinions about it. I didn’t know it was something reserved only for those who still smell like mommy’s milk. But anyway…

I became aware of 5H existence just before summer 2015 thanks to ‘Worth It’. Being Italian, however, I had no idea who they were, and to be honest, I didn’t go searching for them. Randomly one day then, I ran into Camren on YouTube. I can’t remember which video I was watching, but I know for sure it was about ‘Heya/Brittana’ (Heather Morris and Naya Rivera/Brittany and Santana, my very first hard LGBT ship). And among the suggested videos, there they are. As ridiculous as it sounds, and although I liked them as soon as I saw them, I didn’t go searching for them. I did it when ‘Work from Home’ came out though. From there, I connected that they were the same ‘Worth It’ group and the same two girls I liked from those YouTube videos. I had officially become a fan. I was screwed. Screwed because, I’d officially entered one of the most messed up and yet most beautiful fandoms ever.

As I initially said, this is the very first time I’ve ever done anything like this. But after the recent events, seeing how many people gave up, it made me a little angry and gave me the strength to speak for the first time. I thought the first time would’ve been through the fanfiction I’ve been working on for over two years, but no. Lauren and her beautiful mouth had to terrorize, disappoint, panic, and make angry 80% of CS, thus fueling the hatred of all the other fandom towards us. So I decided to speak now. Maybe, just maybe, this very long ass post of mine is gonna help struggling CS. Maybe, just maybe, it’s gonna make them reason and bring them to their senses.

So. This, as I think you’ve understood, is about Lauren and what she said in the podcast. This is a reminder of the Laucy situation. These are things we already know and that I want to remind you of because apparently, my lovely fellows CS, either you have a short-term memory, or Lauren has the power to create amnesia in people’s minds and I knew nothing about it. Surely this power of hers didn’t work on me and a few others.

Oh and, before starting: 1) You may disagree with me. It’s normal to have different opinions. 2) You can search for information such as dates, easily on the internet. 3) I’m gonna use nicknames on PRs for fun. That doesn’t mean I hate them. I have my reasons for dislike each one of them as people, but I can assure you it has nothing to do with the fact that they were or are the Camren beards. An example to make you understand what I mean is Ty. I’m a huge Ari fan and I’ve been listening to ‘safety net’ non-stop for two days straight. I really dislike Ty as a person, but I separate the art from the artist.

Okay, that said, I can start.

Lauren said: “I knew I was queer because I fell in love with my best friend when I was like 15.” – “Her and I started to have a physical connection when I was 15.”

Lauren and Lucid Vivisectionist met when L moved to Carrollton in 7th grade. Lucille moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (this explains the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at L’s house). In February 2012, Lauren was 15, Camila 14, and Lucy 16. And who did Lauren meet when she was 15? Oh yeah, Camila. C and L did the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012 in Greensboro, North Carolina. Audition where Camila took courage to speak at the (“Oh my God that girl is) literally so beautiful” girl from which she felt intimidated by starting that adorable brief conversation “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket” just before it was her turn to get in for her audition. In May 2012, Lauren and Camila were both 15 years old. Lauren and Camila saw each other again for the first time on July 25th, two months later, in Miami on the first day of boot camp, and it was Lauren herself who went to Camila: “You’re the Cuban girl!”. In July 2012, Lauren was 16 and Camila was 15.

Lauren said: “She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere, and she called me.” Let me explain to you why I think this is true.

Lauren and Luxy reconnected with each other after Lucy’s car accident that took place on May 15, 2015. Lauren was really 18 in May 2015, and we can rule out The Reflection Tour dates because it started on February 27, 2015, and ended April 6, 2015. We can also rule out these other show dates that 5H did: April 11 in Jackson Township, New Jersey - April 13 at Live! with Kelly and Michael in New York - April 19 Lauren was at Coachella with Keana, Britt, and other friends - April 22 at the Worldwide Radio Summit in Hollywood - April 25 at Radio Disney Music Awards 2015 in Los Angeles - May 8 at Channel 93.3 Summer Kickoff 2015 in Chula Vista, San Diego - May 9 at Wango Tango 2015 in Carson, Los Angeles (May 9, rumors about Camila and Louis Tomlinson just because paparazzi believed they were together when Louis was actually together with Liam outside the Project Club L.A., and C who was at the club next door) - May 15 at KDWB Radio Show in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

The rest of their program and possible date: May 16 at Kiss Concert 2015 in Mansfield, Massachusetts - May 19 at Dancing with the Stars in Los Angeles - May 30 at G-A-Y in London (rumors about Lauren and Louis Tomlinson this time, born because 5H went to Libertine nightclub with Louis and Niall) - May 31 at Britain’s Got More Talent in London - June 2 at Capital FM in Birmingham, England - June 5 at Good Morning Britain in London - June 6 at Capital FM Summertime Ball 2015 in London - June 12 at Aloha Stadium in Honolulu, Hawaii - June 14 at LA Pride 2015 - June 18 at Jimmy Kimmel Live in Los Angeles - June 20 at B96 Pepsi Summer Bash 2015 in Bridgeview, Illinois - June 23 at San Diego County Fair 2015 - 28 June at Show Of The Summer 2015 in Hershey, Pennsylvania - July 10 at Rockefeller Plaza in New York. July 15, 2015, beginning of Reflection: The Summer Tour.

June 27, 2015 Lauren turned 19, and do you guys remember the events of those days? Because I do.

On June 24, 2015, Lauren celebrated her birthday in advance at the famous sushi restaurant ‘Katsuya’. Among the guests were the girls, her mom Clara, some friends, including Jill (the same Jill/Jillian Gutowitz who worked with Zack Sang and who 5H met on April 22, 2015, at the Worldwide Radio Summit, which lasted for three days but they were present for two: 22 and 23. The same Jill who wrote the article for AfterEllen on January 25, 2016, about her experiences with women who denied their sexuality. Remember the story of Lauren Jordan, right?), and Noah Benardout (may he rest in peace). Still no Lucia, not even on the days when Lauren returned to Miami to celebrate with her family before resuming the program from the 28. As I already said, The Reflection Summer Tour began on July 15, 2015, and Lucy’s first public reappearance took place on one of the tour dates, that is, July 27 at Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

From that moment on, we saw Lucille appear on multiple occasions in hops through time. After the July 27th date, we saw her during the trip to Hawaii with Lauren and Keana in September, followed by the concert that the girls had on October 10 in the Bahamas, where they stayed with their families and friends for a few days. After the Bahamas, the mess happened between 5H because they found out about Camila’s departure from the group which initially should’ve been immediate, but for which they fought and gained another year. That, was also the time when Laucy signed their PR contract. As we know from Lauren herself, that was the worst and darkest time for her. That was the beginning of her numbness.

On October 23, they were on their way to Italy and Lauren wrote on her dark diary, the one shown to us in Episode 8 of her Attunements. On October 24, they arrived in Milan for the MTV Europe Music Awards 2015 occurred on October 25, and on October 28, in Madrid instead, there was the interview with Alyson Eckmann, the journalist Camila flirted with while Lauren was sitting right next to her.

Going forward, in November we have:

- Rumors about Lauren and Julius Dein (his friend who is a YouTube magician).

-The release of IKWYDLS including the rumors about Camila and Shawn and Michael Clifford (who was already in the picture) who were ‘vying for her’.

- Beginning of Lauren’s coming out plan which included: 1) The release of The Vamps’ album on November 23rd, that is, a week after the release of IKWYDLS, and which included the track ‘I Found A Girl’. Joe O'Neill, the manager of The Vamps, liked that famous tweet. Despite the efforts to make us believe that Bleahren (sorry for the Italian pun I made here, but ‘bleah’ in Italian is equivalent to the ‘eww’ to indicate something gross, and therefore Bleah-Ren) Brauren was real and that the girl involved was Lucille and not Camila, they’ve miscalculated since Lauren and Brad ‘dated’ in 2014 when Lucy had not yet returned into Lauren’s life. But since the album and consequently the song came out on November 23, 2015, they tried to manipulate people’s minds as usual. 2) Jill’s article that served to connect and more or less ‘confirm’ the story between this Jordan and her childhood friend, Lauren-Lucy.

- December: completion of the 7/27 album + Dina LaPolt’s entry + renegotiation of the contracts (mostly DNA’s contracts) + FIFTH HARMONY MUSIC, INC. created by LAND on December 21 to prepare for the transfer of the 5H trademark, the FIFTH HARMONY PARTNERSHIP, of which they became owners from April 27, 2016 + change of management from Faculty Management: Jared Paul and Janelle Lopez, to Maverick Management: Larry Rudolph, Dan Dymtrow, and Tara Beikae. [All things that were possible ONLY THANKS to the exit of C from the group]

- January 2016, we have Lauren and Lucrezia who came back from Colombia to then taking a road trip for Lucy’s birthday week.

- Jill’s article came out and coincidentally, by pure chance, exactly two days later, on January 27, 2016, Camila and Dinah were hacked.

- On March 9, 2016, Lauren, Normani, Andrea, Dinah, and Keana went to pierce their ears, or rather, Laurmainah pierced their ears, mama Dre and Keana just accompanied them. During her turn, Lauren asked Keana to take her phone to make a video. In the meantime, Mani was filming Lauren, and again by pure chance, Keana, who was in the heart of the frame, took Lauren’s phone as she’d asked, and both the lock screen and the home screen portrayed a picture of Lucania during a photoshoot. Same picture Lucy herself posted on Instagram on April 10th to leave no doubt.

- April 24, 2016, Coachella together.

- Luciana went with 5H in London, in May, during the promotion of the 7/27 album. (+ Camren video of May 28, 2016)

- She was present during the start of the tour in South America on June 26th (in the evening during the concert, L danced Big Bad Wolf for her, but that’s not the famous video, that was on September 5) and 27th to celebrate L’s birthday together (picture of the 27th of them in Buenos Aires).

- June 27, 2016, on L’s birthday, Jill posted a picture with L from the birthday dinner of the year before, further confirming the story of ‘Jordan’.

- August 1, the national girlfriend day, L posted a picture of her and Lucy.

- From August 12 to 21, Lucy was with them. The night after the concert on the 13th in Rochester Hills, Michigan, videos in which Lucilla appeared during Lauren Fuller’s birthday celebration at the hotel for dinner. On the 14th in Noblesville, Indiana, during Gonna Get Better and Big Bad Wolf Lauren smiled in Lucy’s direction who was in the audience. On the 18th in Virginia Beach, Virginia, a fan met Laucy in a movie theater restroom, taking a selfie with Lauren (C posted a picture of her in the dark with the words of Bad Things “don’t think that I can explain it” the same night).

- On September 4 and 5 Lucippe returned. On the 5th in Houston, Texas, the famous ‘super HD’ video took place in which Lauren danced Big Bad Wolf for Lucy, even pointing to her during her verse. [On September 6, Midland, Texas, during the Q&A, Lauren wore the same dress that Lucy was wearing to the concert the night before, and at the same time, she sat next to C and got jealous when C complimented a fan by sending her flying kisses. Ahh… The irony]

Now. Let’s move on to the part of the podcast where Lauren explains about the kiss with Lucza at her uncle and aunt’s wedding, how her aunt “super innocently” posted the pictures on Facebook that her “unreal invasive fans” found and posted, how Perez Hilton outed her to the world by posting an article with those pictures, how she did nothing for a week, and that after thinking “Ok, it happened. People know. What am I gonna do?”, she wrote that letter against Trump as her own way of coming out.

On November 4, 2016, Lauren and Lucynda did the ‘famous’ photoshoot in New Orleans called ‘Bare With Me’. Lauren flew to NOLA right after Halloween, got back to Miami to vote, then returned to New Orleans on the 10th along with her family for the wedding. Lucianna was also with her on the 10th for the rehearsal/bowling with all of Lauren’s relatives. Meanwhile Orange Trumpeter was elected on the 8th, and many celebrities were preparing to write a letter through Billboard against him and his supporters. Labels and management saw it as a perfect opportunity to get her to come out also considering how much Lauren has always been vocal on the subject, and THEY contacted Billboard to get her to participate in exchange of the exclusive of her coming out. All that was missing was the evidence to make sure that there had been no connection with Camila, and that was the reason for the kiss at the wedding on the 11th.

On November 13, the wedding photographer posted those pictures on his website, including the one of the kiss. And I’m sorry, Lolo, I love you but, really? Who are you kidding? The pictures didn’t start spreading because her ‘unreal invasive fans’ found them on her aunt’s Facebook page where she’d posted them ‘super innocently’. The pictures started spreading after the photographer posted them! And you know what’s even more funny? That to see those pictures on the website, you needed an access password. So what are you saying here, Lo? That your ‘unreal invasive fans’ were so good, to even have hacked their way into the website for pictures they didn’t even know existed? It wasn’t your team, was it? Oh, okay. My bad.

Sarcasm aside. The pictures started to spread, Perez tweeted about it on the 14th, and in the meantime Lauren had time to write the letter that was approved by the labels and sent to Billboard (on the 14th), who approved it a couple of days after it was sent (on the 16th), and which they then published it in the article two days later (on the 18th). In all of this, on November 15, 2016, the girls all went to Epic’s party. Since we know very well that most of the cases of coming out as bisexual in the industry made by a female celebrity occur in succession with the connection with a guy, that night there was the PR proposal between Typo Dolour Signal and Lauren that he obviously accepted, and in fact, he was there that night at that party too (Picture of C with a tear mark on her cheek).

Now, the icing on the cake of the Laucy’s PR: Nicole Cartolano. Nicole is a friend of Lecy’s with whom she had already worked together and who also posted pictures of Lauren on November 17 and 22, 2016, one on December 31, 2016, together with Marian Hill taken backstage after Lauren’s performance with them on the 30th, the night before, for the Snow Globe Festival in South Lake Tahoe, California, and the one of Laucy (with the piñata) on January 10, taken the same night to celebrate Lucilia’s birthday at midnight and that Lauren also used to post it for wish her a happy birthday. That was the last public interaction between the two. *Slow entry of Tympans Dollhouse Signalized in the picture from January 4, 2017, thanks to that tweet*.

On January 21, 2017, Lauren and Lucy were at the same Women’s March, but separately (single), and we haven’t seen them together anymore. LuBYE. On March 22, 2017, both ‘Bare With Me’ and the interview article Nicole did with MTV News (she confirmed that Laucy had been together by having an on-again, off-again for years and also said a lot of other bullshit like the fact that the girls were nervous because they didn’t know how their parents would’ve responded) came out. On August 13, 2018, Nicole officially apologized to Lucy for being angry with her for posting the pictures and therefore for having outed her and for having taken part in the MTV interview without their permission. There was also the screenplay made by Nicole’s mom to make everything even more true.

Bullshit on bullshit on bullshit. Number 1, Lauren herself confirmed in this podcast that her parents knew about her, and said how much she loved Lucre’s ‘I’m out and proud’ part.

Number 2, Nicole posted a preview of the pictures on March 18, 2017, so if she really wanted to stop her before the publication on the 22nd, she would’ve had time to do so.

Number 3, Lucita came out publicly on her own with that Spanish post on Instagram on November 20, 2016, saying in summary that she was anything but straight because she didn’t want to label herself (she did it years later by saying she was a lesbian).

Number 4, as Lusia also confirmed in that post where Nicole’s mom left that comment, Nicole signed a non-disclosure agreement form. If she had actually violated it without having had a release and written consent form, she would’ve been sued.

Number 5, if Luciferase really wanted to have that conversation in private with Nicole’s mom, she might very well have done so. She could’ve contacted her and answered her IN PRIVATE for real, and not via IG where EVERYONE saw and took the side of poor, poor Luckless.

Number 6, the biggest proof that shows the hypocrisy of all this, Lucasta continued to work with Nicole. Their last work dates back to November 25, 2019.

Okaay, sure… sure, because it was normal for her to continue working with the person who outed her, wasn’t it? People’s lies never cease to amaze me. For that matter, Nicole also posted a picture of their ‘adventure’ as they made their way to the photoshoot location on November 1, 2017, and continued to wish them both a happy birthday with posts every year.

And lastly, on June 6, 2020, we have the Lucerne’s video leaked (+ old pictures and videos of 5H) where she burned pictures of Lauren and of the two of them together in 2017, accompanied by the tweets occurred two days later, in which she explained that she was hacked and that she burned the pictures for a closure. Then, exactly 20 days later, that is on June 26, 2020, the PAPER Magazine article of Lauren’s interview came out. What a coincidence! In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years.

Lauren, honey, the maths, the maths… If according to your words you fell in love with her at 15, got together with her at 18, and broken up at 20, how can these be 7 years? It’s 5 years… And as if it wasn’t enough, still according to your words, after 1 year and 8 months (from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), 2 months of which public because of the wedding pictures, of the relationship you wanted at all costs, “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”, you broke up with her because she was really toxic, and after less than a month, you started dating an even more toxic person without the proper time to heal?? How do you expect me to believe you? And I’m putting aside the fact that I know they’re both PR relationships. I’m speaking out of logic. How? How can I believe you? How does this make any sense?

Personally, yes, I believe Lauren and Lucy have a past. Lauren’s first kiss was when she was 13 (8th grade) with her boyfriend at the time, Dominic, but I think Lucy was her first kiss with a girl. And I think it happened when she was 15, but in 2011, so long before Lucy left. Lauren dated Paul Martinez from June 4, 2011, to the end of July (around 23/24). From after Paul, until her very first PR at X-Factor, Keaton Stromberg, she was single. I truly believe that before she met Camila, Lauren and Lucy did everything Lauren said. I really believe Lauren experimented with her in secret, but I don’t believe in anything else she said at all.

This is my opinion. And in my opinion, Lauren always knew she was queer, and Lucy was the first with whom she could experience the attraction and the feelings towards girls she had always felt and concealed deep inside herself. But they were friends. Just friends. Friends who messed around and experimented together in secret given the environment that surrounded them. Lucy then returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply drifted apart because of the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H. When she came back into Lauren’s life, they rekindled their friendship. Just that. Also because, Camila, hello? Camila entered Lauren’s heart the same year Lucy left and never get out of it. Not to mention that Lucy had a girlfriend, Sarah Scott Narcise, before getting together with Nicole Marie Rendón in March 2017. I honestly think that Lucy was also giving advice to Lauren about her relationship with Camila, and I also think that now they really aren’t friends anymore for something we don’t know about, even though I have my theories… But anyway. Lauren needed a beard to be able to come out, Lucy needed visibility for her modeling career and, at the time, also for her music which, however, never saw the light of day. The labels approved because they would’ve done anything to keep their chosen one out of the gay light. Camila also approved. Boom, PR.

I don’t believe all the other bullshit she said during the podcast. Because if they’d been true, they would’ve made logical sense. A sense they’ve been trying, and failing, to give for years. If Lauren really didn’t want to come out, she wouldn’t have done a photoshoot with Lucy a week before the wedding with the intention of using that same photoshoot to come out. She would not have kissed Lucy in a public place during the wedding pictures in front of a professional photographer hired for the event, knowing full well that those pictures would eventually have been published by the bride and groom, her aunt and uncle, and the photographer himself. If she wanted so badly a picture of her kissing her girlfriend, drunk or not, she would’ve taken her fucking phone and take selfies. It wasn’t the fans’ or Perez’s fault. It was the management that was following the plan.

And I’m supposed to, what exactly? Forget all these things, things that have been proofed multiple times in the past, because Lauren, or Camila, or management, or labels, or their contracts, must continue with their stupid narrative? Because Camila must continue to look straight and continue to look in love with Shalt Menstruated because the señorito is about to release his documentary and his album? Because Camila’s movie is about to come out? Because Lauren’s own album is about to be released and because the subject matter of her female-pronounced songs must only and exclusively be related to Lucy? (Although I think her album will be out next year. I think a song with female pronunciation is coming out soon. And no, I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s Burning)

Guys, come on…

Think about it. She used Lucy as a shield to tell part of her story with Camila that happened in 2014. It all fits. Even the story told through songs from Camila’s cocky POV, including ‘Like Friends Do’, ‘Eyes on You’, ‘Cleopatra’, ‘Leave for Good’, and a couple from her last album like ‘Should’ve Said It’ and ‘Feel It Twice’.

I understand why many of you have been hurt by this podcast and by Lauren herself. I understand why a lot of you are angry about the things she said. I see you, I understand, I really do. And everyone is free to feel whatever they want, I’m not saying otherwise. But I really don’t understand why you’re hiding or why you’re abandoning the ship. Authors who don’t wanna write anymore. Accounts closed. Names changed. Hope lost. This, all this, makes me angry and hurt. Because you fell for it. And you know why you fell for it? Because Lauren changed her approach. Leaving aside the part just before when she said: “Even when I talk about it, and I don’t talk about it because I’ve learned to just ignore it because-” and there, I swear I had to pause because I burst out laughing, and I was like: “Bitch, you’re the one who pulled this out of your ass out of nowhere right this second, what are you saying?”. She went on by saying, and she knows us so well because of this: “I just chose to ignore it at a certain point because getting angry to them would it mean that it was real and validate it more for them”.

And it’s true. This non-angry approach of hers, worked like a charm. Lauren’s older, she’s more mature than before. Although she was very nervous, she managed to explain everything calmly. The fact that she was emotional and almost cried in many parts, it really gave an extra boost to what she tried to sell. And I’m not saying she faked almost crying. Hell, no. That was super true and hard for her. I’m saying though, that it’s really easy to manipulate people’s minds, and Lauren used her real pain, the real suffering she has gone through over the years to tell this charade. That’s why it seemed so real. And I’m supposed to fall for that shit just because that’s what they’ve wanted for years, right? Convenient much?

Guys, please. You’re smarter than that, use those beautiful brains. For example, the fact that Lauren said: “I was queer, but she was not”, wrong as you want it to be, and “Camila and I were just really good friends at that time”, yeah, sure, Jan. Doesn’t the very fact that she used the past tense make you realize that it was done to completely detach herself from her IN THE PRESENT? Everything she said was for something. Everything had a purpose. And the goal is always the same. Make us stop shipping ‘em. Putting a label on C only served the Shoestoremila purpose, nothing else. And those were words that came out of the mouth of the one who says she doesn’t like labeling people. The same one who was pissed that someone had outed her before she wanted to. Do you really think she’s that hypocritical?

The fact that she put all the CS in the same box, especially when she talked about the Daddy situation, WAS DONE ON PURPOSE. She couldn’t fail to generalize because their purpose is, and will be for a long time to come, to kill Camren. That means the whole fandom. Not just invasive elements. But really all the CS. The purpose was to make us feel guilty. The purpose is to make us accept that it was never real, and since we care about them, to make us continue to support them individually and not as a couple, even though she knows that the real CS do it regardless. This, is called manipulation, guys.

Think about everything else too. The inconsistency. The holes in her story. The lack of explanations. And the fact that during the story of how it all happened, she jumped from one theme to another and therefore managed to deflect and not completely finish one before moving on to the other, doesn’t it make you understand that she didn’t want to give too many details? And when does that usually happen? She knew we’d analyze her. She knew she couldn’t say too much. When she talked about Lucy, she knew that WE know she was talking about Camila, and with too many details, it would also have been obvious to the others because WE would’ve pointed it out to everyone. I mean, it’s obvious enough in itself, imagine if she’d fed us more information that we would’ve compared in the timeline.

Please, guys. I know that it feels like something’s changed, but it’s not. It’s really not. I’m appealing to all of you. Open your eyes. Reason. I know many of you still have conflicting emotions and feelings, and that’s okay. If you’re still upset, if you still wanna cry, then cry. Do whatever helps you feel better because, especially after the haters have come to bite your asses, you’re entitled to feel the way you do. But please, please, don’t give up. If you give up, you just play their game. You just do them a favor. You guys had invested so much of your time, so much of your passion, so much of yourselves to just, give up. Think of all we’ve been through, especially those who’ve been in the fandom for years. Think about how happy Camren makes you. They were there for you when you needed them. When you were going through hard times. I know they’ve helped a lotta people.

And think about this too. Lauren herself said at the beginning of the podcast: “The news and the media are constantly spinning narratives for your clicks so they can make money”. And what do you think this podcast was for? It’s always the same shit. Have you not noticed how the very same news and media have ALL talked about them? Didn’t you notice how My Oh My magically returned into the charts? How 50ft surpassed the 9 million streams on Spotify? And you still have doubts?

This is instead for the CS who get often angry about their actions. I personally think it’s pointless to blame Lauren and Camila for every single thing they do that has been PLANNED for them. Especially Camila as far as Shonas is concerned. There’s a pattern here too. Lauren had her light PR with Lucia. Lauren then had her heavy PR with Typic Dole Sight while Camila had a light one with Eatchu. And now Camila’s having a heavy one. C’s one is heavier simply because they’re much more famous than PRen (Tyren) were. So, guys, be patient. There’s really no point in getting angry and blaming them. It’s a waste of energy. It’s useless to blame them if they’re gonna continue to do so over the years to come. They’re just still trying to get past their original contracts and survive in the industry at the same time. Sooner or later, I HOPE, they will be free to tell the truth or the truth will come out on its own.

Well, I’m done. Jeez, that was long, wasn’t it? But I hope it was worth it. I hope I’ve cleared your heads a little bit and instilled some hope again. I also hope I made you smile with all those nicknames and my sarcasm. I especially hope that wherever you are, you’re having a good day, and if not, then I hope it has improved at least a little bit with this post. And thank you so much, Stuck. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to use my voice for the first time publicly/virtually. You, above all, keep on being one of the lights and NEVER let them turn you off. I love you guys. Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay patient. With love, F.

I leave you with these two pearls:

Number 1. Lauren said something else too. She said: “Don’t trust me. Go research. Go look this shit up yourself”. I know she said it for a completely different context, but I found it really funny given the situation.

Number 2. This is a small scene that automatically created itself in my head as soon as I finished listening to Wonder. I titled it: The sad and short story of the making of ‘Wonder’.

Enjoy:

*on the phone*

Shawl Mendicant: “Hey, buddy. I know you were a huge Fifth Harmony fan and I know you love my fake girlfriend, so I was thinking… could you help me? You know, I need her to stay relevant, but to do that, I also need to release music and completely take all the credit from other people because, you know, the most I do is change a sentence or two in my style to make people think that I wrote all my songs.”

Sam Smith: “………okay?”

Shawnita Menorrhagia: “So, I was wondering, can I copy your homework? You can totally refuse if you want to, but I’m hoping to appeal to the love you have for 5H and Camila, and maybe help a friend out?”

Sam Smith: “Yeah, sure, you can copy my homework. Anything for my girls. Just, change it up a bit so it doesn’t sound too obvious you just copied it.”

Shonas Mended: “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. Thanks, man.” - *ends the call*

Sam Smith looking at the phone with an incredulous expression and one hand over his heart: “I came out as a non-binary, you insensitive asshole!”

Shoes Mentionable from the other room: “Cameeela! He said yes!” *reaching then Camila and Lauren in the living room where Lauren is lying with her head resting on Camila’s legs who’s running her fingers through her hair with one hand and holding the book that she’s reading with the other one* “You were right, all I had to do was mention you girls.”

Lauren chuckling and continuing to pet Cleo who’s lying at the foot of the couch with one hand: “Told you”, to then adding: “And please, I know you’re excited because of the news but keep your voice down”, continuing to caress Sofi’s head who’s sleeping on top of her with the other one.

Shapeless Mentality: “Oh, sorry.”

Camila without looking away from her book: “Sam’s really nice. I’m sure they would’ve said yes even without the need of mentioning us.”

Lauren: “Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, babe. Yes, they’re very nice, but we’re powerful in their minds, so it was an added incentive for them to say yes.”

Shaved Mentholated: “Who are they? Weren’t we talking about Sam?”

Camila who was giggling at her girlfriend’s words:

Lauren:

Sinu from the kitchen:

Cleo who was nibbling her toy:

Even Thunder, Leo, and Eugene from outside into the yard:

*the end*

Chon Mendable: ‘Wonder’ - Sam Smith: ‘One Last Song’

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OMG I am speechless. I’m really still digesting this whole story because it’s amazing but I wanted to start by saying hello to you and telling you my name, my name is Marite. It is a pleasure to meet you dear friend. I don’t want to write too much because your words are much more important than mine but I wanted to thank you for trusting me and my blog to tell me your story. That side of the story that, being new and not having been a harmonizer from the beginning, I never learned. I intended to ask for more information about Laucy’s Timeline but what you have told is a gem. A gem that shows that the bastards of the industry cannot fool the fans because we pay attention to everything and it is not easy for us to fall for their shit. I think the power we fans have is so great that if we all came together, we could bring down this whole fucking fake empire that they have created. That said, Laucy’s story is surprising. As planned and how each person involved had to do their part on the chessboard. Incredible. Now that you tell me that story, I think it fits the one I wrote in my once upon a time post. Sure, yours is true and has everything that mine doesn’t. I have tried to keep this blog open for all who wish to come and air their ideas, their thoughts, their tea. And you dear friend, you have been one of the best so far. You’ve given us that support that the fandom so badly needed and I really appreciate it. I also appreciate your humor, the nicknames have been so hilarious and I’m still laughing. Thank you for daring to tell this part of the story and reopen the can of worms of a PR that right now resurfaces with that Lauren interview. With a purpose, it’s true. And something tells me that we will see much more very soon. Thank you for your support, my friend. And you know, you have my blog at your disposal for whatever you need. And if you need to talk or anything else. I greatly appreciate that we can continue to keep this ship afloat among ourselves. Among a group of intelligent people who have been hurt by someone we have always loved very much even though we know the reason for all that. We can’t give up now because if we do it like you say they will win and I personally don’t plan to indulge them in that. Thank you very much for all dear friend and I hope you have a nice day. I send you a hug and I hope you stay safe.

#submission #laucy timeline #amazing #thanks you buddy #camren #f anon

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floralguccistyles · 3 years

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...he probably loves you

After four months of dating Niall, our families and friends still couldn’t believe it.

Apparently, Niall’s feelings had only been apparent to my sisters, because when we told our parents that we were dating, they had stared at us with supportive confusion. Niamh had mourned the loss of the five hundred dollars four our Jamaica trip, but she had thrown an arm around my shoulders and congratulated me. And then, in a surprising turn of events, had started crying when Patrick announced he couldn’t contain himself anymore and proposed to her shortly after Niall and I had made our announcement.

Niall had just smiled his beautiful smile at me and pulled me closer into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’ve just realized!” His mom shouted in the middle of our movie. It was Greg’s pick tonight, so naturally he had chosen a Disney movie that Theo would actually be interested in. His wife had already dozed off to sleep, pregnant with number two and according to Greg, “unable to stay awake for more than five minutes.”

“Christ, Mum,” Greg complained, jumping from her loud exclamation.

“We can get Rose and Niall couples gifts for their birthdays!”

Niall raised his brow. I was curled up against him, my own eyes falling shut every couple of moments. The new job working for Eric’s brand was exhilarating and exciting, but it was a lot of work getting a start up business off the ground. Often, I would come home late and simply collapse on my couch while Niall took pity on me and made me dinner.

“Mum, our birthdays are five days away. Have you not gotten us anything yet?” he joked, his thumb running back and forth across my arm.

“You’ve always been hard to shop for,” his mum said simply, waving us off, her brain looking like it was going a million miles a minute with the new possibility of a couple’s present. “Not you though, Rose. You’re an angel to shop for.”

I grinned up at Niall. “I’m an angel,” I whispered.

His nose wrinkled. “Whatever.” But he quickly kissed my nose, ignoring Violet’s protest against PDA.

Violet was sitting on the floor by my feet, her nose buried in her phone as she waited on a text from the cute guy in her summer anatomy class she had a crush on. She had been hesitant to tell me about him, but three weeks ago, at one of our weekly-Thursday lunches, she confessed that he’d asked her to study with him. After hearing that, I had pushed and demanded she show me a picture and tell me his name.

He seemed nerdy and sweet. His name was Arjun, and he had helped her study for the final, where he stammered his way through the entirety of their study session before blurting out that he thought she was pretty and wanted to take her on a date.

They had been texting each other back and forth since.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this,” she had told Lily and I while we gushed over how cute it was that she had a crush on someone, especially after her good friend started dating the last guy she’d had feelings for.

Lily, on my other side, was leaning on the arm of the couch, her eyes slowly blinking in and out of sleep. She officially had her law degree and was going through what her coworkers lovingly called “Hell Year.” Her first year of being a lawyer and dealing with all the shitty cases was getting to her. However, she still managed to drag herself to our weekly lunches and had even mentioned that she had decided to go on a weekend getaway to London with Carmen, her coworker.

Violet caught me looking at her phone and shielded it from my view. I just playfully kicked her side.

After the movie, Niall drove us back to my apartment. It was nothing special, just a one bedroom, one bath. But it was mine. And while I still didn’t sleep all the way through the night except on the nights when Niall stayed over, I was working on it. I unlocked the door and let the both of us in, kicking off my shoes and flipping the light switch on.

Before I could take another step, Niall’s arms were around my waist and his mouth was on mine. I would never get tired of his kisses, of the way his hands would tease under the hem of my shirt and touch my heated skin. He always kissed with an eagerness, the kind of happiness that only someone who had been in love for a long time possessed.

“It’s so hard to sit next to you at family functions,” he sighed out against my lips. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Unlike my mother, I already got your birthday gift.”

“If you say my birthday gift is sex with you, I might actually have to hit you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That would be your birthday gift to me, Rosebud.”

I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. We hadn’t taken that final leap into our physical relationship yet. He was cautious and I was still unsure it was something I was ready for after my incident with Kent. The group I had been attending had been a huge help and I got coffee with Wendi and Carlos (two sexual assault survivors I had met and befriended at group) occasionally. Still, there was a small part of me that wondered if I would ever truly get over it.

And I wondered if Niall resented that.

He saw the look on my face and his smile melted away. “I didn’t mean it like that, Rosebud. You know that,” he said softly, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“I know,” I replied, “I know. I’m sorry I’m a piece of work.”

He shook his head, his arms encircling me and pulling me into his body. “You are not a piece of work. You’re the girl I love and will continue to love, no matter what boundaries you set. You know that. Nothing could make me love you less.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Every time he told me he loved me, I got butterflies in my stomach and my lungs stopped working properly. “You staying over tonight?”

“If you want me here.”

I rolled my eyes. “I always want you here, Niall.”

He kissed me again, his lips soft and gentle. “Mind if I shower really quick?”

“Go ahead. I’m gonna make some hot chocolate.”

I watched him walk up the stairs, a smile on my face when he turned back to wink at me. When I heard the shower start up in ym small bathroom, I turned towards my kitchen and grabbed two disposable coffee cups and a Sharpie. Niall liked his hot chocolate made with the little chocolate sticks I bought at the store, so I poured milk into the saucepan and heated it before depositing one of the little sticks inside. He was also a big baby who demanded the little marshmallows, so I grabbed the bag from my pantry and set them on the counter to add to his drink later.

My heart was pounding. I had been planning this for a while, but just tonight felt confident enough to do it. So I poured his hot chocolate into his cup with shaking hands and raised the Sharpie to the side of the cup, scribbling down the message. I still had pictures of all the notes he’d written me, including the one from this morning, when he had written “love you more than you know, Rosebud.”

And he did. He loved me more than I could ever comprehend. The four months being with him, he had never failed to show me just how much. He held me when I woke up with a nightmare, kissed me on the forehead when I was frustrated with work, held my hands when I got home from group. But I’d realized the things he’d done for me before, too. Like picking me up when Lily couldn’t, staying on the phone with me when I asked it of him, always making me laugh.

Niall Horan truly loved me. More than I’d ever been loved.

And I needed him to know that his feelings were reciprocated.

I heard him before I saw him. He was loud as he walked over my hardwood floors, chattering on about some thought he had in the shower. I should have been a better girlfriend and listened properly, but my hands were still shaking and I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run away. I turned, catching sight of him in his comfy black sweats and a white tee with that signature grin on his face.

“I forgot my shampoo at my place, so I used yours and now I smell like a lovely lilac spring.”

Just like that, my nerves evaporated. I didn’t know how Niall did that, make me so sure of myself, but he did. This man loved me. And I loved him. He deserved to know how much and not have me chicken out at the last minute.

I walked over to him, giving him a little sniff. “Very nice, very manly.”

“Nothing manlier than using my girl’s shampoo. Just shows how much I love her.”

“Is that what it does?” I asked playfully, reaching his cup out towards him. He took it in his hand, bringing it up to sip at it.

“Hey, you put in the little marshmallows this time,” he commented happily, taking another drink before he pulled the cup back. His large thumb covered my small writing, but he caught the tail of the ‘y’ and maneuvered his hand so he could read it. I saw the moment the words caught up with him, the moment he registered what I had written.

I love you more than you know.

“Rosebud…” His voice was delicate, like it could shatter in a single moment. “Do you mean it?”

In lieu of a response, I took the hot chocolate cup out of his hands and set in on the coffee table. I grasped his face in my hands, giving him a watery smile. “Thank you for being patient with me. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he breathed out. I felt honored and cherished when I saw the tears in his eyes just from my simple confession. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So much.”

The earth could have collapsed around us. The ground could have opened up and swallowed us whole. All that mattered was Niall as he surged forward and kissed me hungrily, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. His hands were tightly wound in my hair, but didn’t pull or tug. He just held me there, like if he let me go I would dissipate. He’d never kissed me like this, but I’d never kissed him when he was a Niall who knew how much I loved him. And he’d never kissed the Rose that had finally stopped running and admitted her feelings to him.

“My birthday present to you feels shitty now.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled to the surface. “This wasn’t your birthday gift.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “This was more. So much more.”

He kissed me again, his touch sure and unwavering. “Thanks for loving me, Rosebud,” he whispered, repeating my words from so many months ago.

So I decided to repeat his back. “It’s the easiest thing in the world, Niall.”

Oh my god. Wildflower is over. I cannot believe this. This started as a random thought in my head one day because I needed a good friends to lovers but with a twist, and suddenly Rose was born. This is the first story I’ve finished on this blog and will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you to everyone for reading this little story and for all your support. I refuse to let go of Niall and Rose forever, so don’t be surprised if I write little drabbles for them, but I’m excited for what the future holds in terms of my writing.

I give one big giant virtual hug to all of you. You don’t know how much you guys mean to me.

#wf #wildflower #1dff #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan au

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Approx. Time you began this survey: 6:46 on a Wednesday evening.

Describe your mood right now: Erm, a bit exhausted because I just ended a work shift; but content for the same reason. Right now I’m simply looking forward to dinner and crashing on the couch or my bed, wherever I feel like sleeping tonight.

Spell your first name without vowels: Rbn. Let’s just also remove y for this one.

Age you will be on your next birthday: 23.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? I do not believe in astrology whatsoever.

What state/region do you live in? Somewhere in the Philippines somewhere close to Metro Manila.

Height: Like 5′1″ ish. I had a massive growth spurt in 4th grade that also ended in 4th grade, which will always be a funny story to tell people lmao. I went from being placed at the back of the class line to the front really quickly.

Do you smoke? Super occasionally. My last cigarette was like...all the way back in February last year. It was easier to hide the smell around my family before, but because my parents and siblings have mostly been staying at home in the last year it would be so easy to weed out the smell. I never feel like smoking anyway since I vape, so there’s been no reason to seek it out.

Do you drink? Yeah, sometimes socially and sometimes on my own if I wanna unwind and feel a lil buzz come through.

What's your ethnic background? Southeast Asian, specifically Filipino.

What's your religious background? Technically my ~background~ would be Catholic since I was born and baptized in that faith, but I’ve long let go of this. Excluding one very brief period in high school, religion was something I never held much belief and faith in, even if I've been taken to literally every Sunday mass for the last 23 years and even if I was enrolled in Catholic school from preschool to high school.

What's your natural hair color? Black.

What;s your natural eye color? Dark brown, almost black.

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? I do overtime work a lot but used to seldom file it on our company shift log sheet because I get shy that they must think I’m doing it just to be paid more, lol. I’m starting to file them every time I do OT though because fuck it, pay me.

Name a few of your positive habits. I like that I always find a way to meet deadlines. I like that I’m selfless, even though some would see it as a flaw. I’d rather do too much than say I never did anything at all.

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? No, the most I’ve done was travel to one for a week.

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? No because I am not American -___- The last election that took place before I was eligible was in 2010, and had I been able to vote then, I would’ve given mine to Gibo Teodoro, who I believe was the most qualified at the time.

Are you even eligible to vote? Yeah, I’ve been for the last 5 years. I’ve voted twice - once for the presidential elections back in 2016, and the next was for the senatorial elections in 2019.

Are you right handed or left handed? Right-handed.

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? It starts off neat for the most part, but it gradually gets messy and becomes more like a scribble if we’re talking about writing several essays in one sitting, which was usually the case in my exams in college.

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): Sure, I’ve been in car accidents before. I’ve also been shocked once.

Do you have/want children? They would be nice to have, yeah.

Are you environmentally conscious? For the most part, yeah. But there are some things that can’t be helped, like me driving. Unless the government does something about the shitty public transport system that we have and have had for decades, I refuse to take it.

What's your favorite mode of transportation? Like I said, my own car. If I’m traveling, by plane.

Do you prefer 80's - 90's music compared to today's music? Eh, not at all. I prefer music produced these days.

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? I’ve been more of an extrovert in the last few years but I will always be shy at first upon meeting new people, like that will never change. I warm up a lot quickly now, though.

What's your favorite emoticon? :)

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? I caught the super super super last part of this era, so I didn’t even get to experience it. I know snail mail was still kind of a thing when I was a kid, but at the same time that was happening my mom was also already using email to keep in touch with my dad, so.

Nowadays, though, when I do write letters to loved ones, I will still prefer to make handwritten ones, especially for a significant other or best friend. I don’t think I’ve ever sent out a computerized long letter.

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? Giving, but it’s nice to be treated too sometimes.

Are you good at keeping secrets? Sure.

Do you take or give advice more often? I don’t usually get into situations wherein I’d have to do either, but I think I’ve been asking for advice more, especially over the last few months.

Do you have your driver's license? “I got my driver’s license last week, just like we always talked about...” Haha this question made me sing a bit. Anyway, yeah, I got it shortly after I turned 18 since I needed to quickly learn before college started.

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? Rich but miserable. Soz but I’d solve 4854983594857 of my problems if I never had to worry about money.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Never.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Probably not blocked, but I’ve unfollowed some current Facebook friends and unfriended others entirely.

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? Idk much about the topic since it’s taboo enough where I live, but sure, I guess?I haven’t heard one bad word about the effects of marijuana.

Describe your perfect first date. I’ve never really had a first date, but I imagine an ideal one would be pretty lowkey, just a stroll around a nice city and maybe have fancyish dinner somewhere.

Have you ever been high? Nope.

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? Sure. A good handful of Kubrick films pass for NC-17, right? I’d be surprised if they weren’t, lol. I’ve been scarred by some of them for sure.

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? A dog.

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? No; I was 2 years old. I did ask my parents where they were in those moments, and my mom understandably missed most of it since the entire thing unfolded in the late evening in the Philippines. The only thing she can recall was being insanely worried for my dad, who had just started to work in the US back then.

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? Yeah, to a certain extent, just because the political and socioeconomic situation here is very messy and it doesn’t really give us the nicest reputation in front of the world. I’m proud of my Filipino culture and heritage though.

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? Health nut is the last thing anyone should be calling me. But I’m not so much a junk food addict either? I do like spoiling myself with food, but I still monitor my intake.

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? Isn’t it already though?? We’ve always been taught there were 7 continents and Antarctica is one of them lol.

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: Gen-Z, if that counts as one word.

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? If I ever did it was probably meant to be sarcasm.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? No. Never figured out how to play it either.

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? Marine biologist. That’s one step closer to one of my loves, biology. Plus I was never any good with physics, so.

Do you have a deep, dark secret you're hiding from every one? I guess.

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? I’d make my childhood self happy and go with flight.

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? Korean so I can finally stop reading subs, hahah.

Are you bi-curious? No.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? The Nickelodeon cartoons were far more interesting to me. I think I only got into Disney when I got a little bit older, once I was able to appreciate the more mature content in shows like The Suite Life, That’s So Raven, etc. But for the most part our TV was always tuned into Nick Jr., Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron and the other Nick shows.

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: American History X (great watch), The Truman Show, Mulan, La Vita e Bella if I’m not mistaken (one of my faves, no matter how gut-wrenching it is), and Shakespeare in Love.

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? Yes, eventually I did.

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? Social media these days since I find that online writers are far more discerning in their reporting than TV anchors, who stay neutral at best.

True or false: Bigger is better. Very vaguely put, but not always, I guess.

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? No? There’ve been plenty other reasons for war.

What's your favorite pizza topping? ...Cheese.

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? It’s still black, I think.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Just once, on a middle school field trip. I’d love to come back, though.

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? I don’t get to be with animals a lot other than my dogs, so I’ll go with people.

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? Wow so dramatically put haha but yeah, I suppose it does feel that way sometimes.

How often do you exercise? Literally never. I’ve stopped working out this year since I didn’t see the point, and I’ve stopped feeling like I had to ‘get back’ at my ex just by getting a more toned figure. I’m totally at peace with how my body looks, plus I never want to give up on my favorite foods and snacks lol so there’s that.

Can you swear in a different language? Putangina mong bobo kang gago ka. That’s three for ya.

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? Everyone deserves to be paid fairly to the point that no comparison should be necessary, period.

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: Erm, a 4.5. I had to delete some questions I didn’t feel comfortable answering or that I found a little meh, but the rest I fairly enjoyed.

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? It’s a bit in between.

Approx. time you completed this survey: Hahahahah 10:38 PM. I took a million breaks.

#survey #surveys

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memorylang · 3 years

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12 Months’ Pandemic Chronicled | #51 | March 2021

Happy Palm Sunday yesterday, and Happy Passover from the night before! Right under two weeks ago, March 16, 2O2I, marked the one-year anniversary to the close of my first Peace Corps Mongolia service. While I’ve continued to serve virtually, I’ve done so informally as a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer. Having lived these past 12 months back in the States, today’s tales chronicle that year.

Also commemorating the one-year anniversary, I’ve uploaded dozens of photos from my first nine months serving Mongolia. You can find those on my Instagram and Facebook, from February and March. I begin today’s stories with those. From there, I chronicle my journey across the year.

Evacuating Mongolia (February 2O2O)

February’s final week, on Ash Wednesday 2O2O, I was in Mongolia celebrating the third day of Tsagaan Sar, its Lunar New Year. Returning to my apartment from my last supper, I read an email from Peace Corps Mongolia that we were evacuating. I pulled an all-nighter packing my apartment. Shortly after sunrise, I visited a Peace Corps neighbor’s apartment to pack theirs. Then in my final two days, I said hasty goodbyes to community members, exchanging parting gifts.

Sunday morning, which began Peace Corps Week and March 2O2O, I and fellow Volunteers loaded into Peace Corps vehicles and rode in our caravan till evening. Then the snowstorm caused us to need to stay overnight in a hotel coincidentally located in a city that my cohort would frequent during our summer 2OI9 for training. My evacuation group reached Mongolia’s capital Monday afternoon, with briefings from staff throughout Tuesday. Mongolia had already begun to enforce mask-wearing and physical-distancing, so we couldn’t do much with our final hours in Mongolia. Indeed, since mid-January, many public places had already closed due to quarantine.

Wednesday night, the week after my peers and I had received notice of our evacuation and now mere hours before my group would depart the country, we awaited the arrival of fellow Peace Corps peers to the capital. For, Peace Corps staff staggered our arrivals into and departures from the capital to account for both the time drivers would need to assemble us from across the nation and the limited flight options still going out of the country. Those of us who remained awake through our final night enjoyed getting to see and embrace peers for our final moments together.

Over the course of Thursday, March 5, my group flew first from Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, through Moscow, Russia, to Berlin, Germany. Many of our itineraries diverged. From Germany, I and a few flew to Amsterdam, the Netherlands. From the Netherlands, I and a couple others flew to New York, New York. I slept four and a half hours’ in a hotel. Then I flew alone Friday from New York to Las Vegas, Nevada. I returned to my home of junior high and high school in North Las Vegas.

American Twilight Zone (March 2O2O)

My first few weeks in the States felt weird, not just because of reverse culture shock. Back in Mongolia, fellow Peace Corps Volunteers, particularly Health Volunteers, had followed American media and read that our presidential administration had been downplaying the COVID-19 pandemic. Problematically, too, when leaders acknowledged it, some labeled it the “China virus” and accused Asians of spreading it. These set the tone.

When I arrived in New York, I felt perturbed by the lack of mask-wearing and physical distancing. The morning when I’d fly out, I felt annoyed when the worker who checked me into my flight joked that I might have the virus since I’d flown in from Mongolia. Mongolia had no COVID cases—and wouldn’t have its first community transmission till November 11, 2O2O. Friends, too, when I said that I’d come back, distrusted that I couldn’t have the virus. So, although Peace Corps peers and I had already been quarantining nearly a month and a half before returning to the States—and very much craved to reconnect with folks—we found ourselves again isolated.

Then Vegas felt weird. Nevada had reported its first COVID case the day before I returned, yet Mongolia hadn’t any. Yet Mongolia had shut down, and Nevada hadn’t. Society moved as though little was happening. My brothers still had school and were gone most of most days. Dad worked weekdays out-of-town. Thus, while I lived again in the States, even inside my family’s home, I was the only one around. I felt lonelier than how’d I’d felt before leaving my life abroad.

The Filipina family of my father’s fiancée was perhaps the most understanding of my circumstances. The oldest daughter was celebrating her birthday that first Sunday, March 8, since my return to the States. So, I got to join them in enjoying the occasion. As I’d come to learn, Mongolia and the Philippines had more cultural similarities than I’d expected. I’d also feel dismayed to learn that people weren’t treating the youngest daughter kindly in her food service role, for some customers believed that her being Asian meant that she had the Coronavirus.

Resettling Into Lent (March 2O2O)

Most every morning, my first few days and weeks, tracks from Disney's “Frozen II” became my anthems. I’d seen the film that Friday, March 6, when I’d flown alone back to Vegas. I’d connected especially with “Show Yourself,” “Some Things Never Change” and “The Next Right Thing.” I started to learn the lyrics not only in English but also in Mandarin Chinese and Spanish.

My local church was still open. Meanwhile, in Mongolia, our church had been closed for nearly months. So, I attended services daily. I overheard old parishioners wondering what all this pandemic talk was about. I visited Reconciliation and a Stations of the Cross service. I applied to sing in the choir with which my late mom sang.

My second week in the States, church and schools closed. Meanwhile, Peace Corps announced its global evacuation. My peers and I weren’t to expect to return to Mongolia this summer and instead were to expect that fall would be the soonest. My youngest brother’s hs senior spring ended abruptly, so he stuck around at the house. Our oldest brother left to quarantine with his girlfriend and her sisters.

I cleaned much in and around the house. My greatest achievement early in the pandemic was to lead a garage clean-up with all siblings when my sisters visited. The task enabled us to at last park a vehicle in it once more. My siblings and I donated, too, decades of belongings.

Among the unearthing, I dove deep into family history. I wrote up my understanding of my father's and my late mother's ancestries, which were also mine. Months later, I'd join WikiTree, talk to distant relatives and migrate large swathes of history onto the platform.

Easter in Action (April–May 2O2O)

Gloom seemed to enshroud the world by Easter. I saw from the telly the Vatican's Lenten services, witnessing Pope Francis’ words from his city to the world and for Holy Week. His Good Friday Way of the Cross felt especially moving, for prisoners had written beautiful reflections that made me realize how little of a prison our quarantine was.

My younger sister in LA had also returned to visit Vegas. I resumed daily exercise routines, including trying to concurrently complete handheld video games and walk miles on the treadmill. This began my May push to make the most of my days back in America. I kicked up a daily Duolingo habit, rising through leagues, and talked regularly with Mongols during early mornings. Such helped my sanity, especially when state offices gave me a hard time trying to get the unemployment assistance to which lawmakers entitled evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteers.

Around Memorial Day, an uncle and aunt visited from Kansas to celebrate my youngest brother’s high school graduation online. The relatives also took my siblings, a family friend and me on my first national parks trip in years. We saw Saguaro, Great Basin and Capitol Reef. During the trip I’d grown my Goodreads library and soon enough uncovered the Libby app. The journey led me too to begin a pensive look back on my life.

Summer in Reno (June–July 2O2O)

Dad remarried on June 6, 2020. Shortly thereafter, I relocated to Reno to help Pa and Stepma (“Tita”) handle copious amounts of yard work. With more time to reflect, I took up the request of a homebound friend to pray rosaries daily over the phone with him.

Another friend of mine was going through a dark patch too but had a love of films. So each morning I’d rise early to see one of his recommendations then discuss it while working the yard if I wasn’t praying a rosary. I fondly recall the conversations while trimming plants, as I wander the Reno backyard even now.

Near the same time, the friend and another encouraged me to tell my stories. So I began to write a memoir, on which he’d give feedback. The other friend had me appear on his podcast. Both experiences made the summer feel very whole. In memory of my first summer in Mongolia 2OI9, I also wrote a more detailed series on those experiences. [Arrival (June 2OI9), Meeting Host Family (July 2OI9), Summer’s End (August 2OI9)]

I celebrated my 23rd birthday in Vegas with an overnight vigil, praying 23 rosaries alone and with Catholic friends from around the globe. I felt such joy to reconnect meaningfully with so many across languages and cultures. Languages became a growing theme for me. I’d also begun again playing Pokémon GO after having not played since 2OI6.

That summer, I finished seeing “Star Wars: The Clone Wars” (Season 7) as well as relevant bits from “Star Wars: Rebels.” I kept up with the Japanese episodes of “Pokémon Journeys: The Series.” Those, I’ve watched with English subtitles to know what’s happening. I’d also begun to read chapters of the Bible daily, at that time checking in weekly with an ol' friend. I started with Acts then Proverbs, Ephesians then Psalms. Meanwhile came Hebrews and John. Then were Ruth and Matthew. Now I read 1 Kings and Mark. I’d grown to appreciate both the Hebrew and Christian Bibles with renewed interest.

Autumn Languages (August–September 2O2O)

Much of that fall, I was back in Reno. Yet, my younger brother had also come to Reno for his undergraduate fall semester. The guest room where I’d stayed quickly became his room, which left me a tad displaced. Still, I stuck through. Mornings, I rose early to read through a Latin textbook before daily conversations with a close friend who’d majored in classics as an undergrad.

Meanwhile, I’d stepped up to arrange meetings with Congressional lawmakers on behalf of the National Peace Corps Association. I’d also taken on roles within my alma mater Honors College and within the Social Justice Task Force for the American Psychological Association’s Society for the Psychology of Religion and Spirituality. I kept people organized and took notes during meetings. Meanwhile, my siblings and I had been starting a scholarship foundation, so I’d taken point on negotiating a partnership with the Vegas-based Public Education Foundation.

As a nice break, I joined friends I’d met in high school on their near-monthly trips to national and state parks. These sights included Lassen Volcanic, Burney Falls and Tahoe’s Emerald Bay. Realizing that I wouldn’t return to Mongolia that fall, I booked a Department of Motor Vehicles appointment to renew my learner’s permit—The earliest appointment would be in December.

In entertainment news, I’d finished seeing “Queer Eye: We’re in Japan,” “Love on the Spectrum” and “Midnight Gospel.” I’d also started playing “Pokémon Masters EX” when I’d heard that it included characters from multiple generations. I enjoyed how the stories felt new yet nostalgic.

National Park Winter (October, November, December 2O2O)

October was a great month for my spiritual life. I got to attend my youngest sister’s Confirmation. I enjoyed my first retreat in years. I also got to tape videos for my alma mater.

Then I returned to Vegas some weeks to complete more yard work. I’d also relocated belongings in different rooms and was able to have my own bedroom back in Vegas. This gave me a decent space in which to work. From November, I’ve also been hosting weekly video calls to help Mongols from my community abroad continue to practice English.

I’d also listened to Riordan audiobooks, “Blood of Olympus” and “Hidden Oracle,” and various authors’ financial literacy materials. By December, “Kafka on the Shore” was a real highlight. In Reno, I saw too “The Mandalorian” (Seasons 1–2), emphatically recommended by a friend with whom I’d hiked at Red Rock Canyon. My other friends and I reunited to try again at Crater Lake and succeeded.

My siblings and I partnered with the Vegas-based Public Education Foundation to launch our family LinYL Foundation to honor our late mother with scholarships for students. Though my formal role’s within outreach, I’ve done a fair bit of organizational leadership given my undergrad experiences. I’ve also been helping another non-profit start-up. Through it, I’ve gotten to meet alumni of overseas programs.

My family celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas in Vegas with our stepsisters. I’d also celebrated American Independence Day with them. Christmas felt peculiar, as I’d returned from Mongolia to Vegas the Christmas before, too!

Then my national parks friends and I hit a new record, seeing Walnut Canyon, Petrified Forest, Meteor Crater, Sedona’s Devil’s Bridge and the Grand Canyon. Having successfully renewed my learner’s permit, I scheduled my driving test for the earliest date—February. I returned to Reno and at New Year’s reunited with friends for whom I’d participated in their wedding the year before.

Road to Rejuvenation (January–February 2O2I)

Following the U.S. elections came the presidential inauguration. I felt more at peace with the state of the nation after that. Though U.S. politics have absorbed media significantly throughout the pandemic, I felt relieved by the calls for unity and returns to political normalcy from Inauguration Day.

Meanwhile, I sought to kick off 2O2I strong, with renewed optimism and control. I practiced driving almost daily. I’d seen “Daredevil” (Season 3) too and progressed in the Blue Lions story of my younger sister’s “Fire Emblem: Three Houses” copy. At February’s start, after years of challenges, I secured my driver’s license.

Mid-February, my national parks friends and I saw Utah’s Mighty Five. Our trip spanned Canyonlands, Arches, Capitol Reef (different section), Escalante, Bryce Canyon and Zion. I got to help drive at the end from Vegas to Reno, a major milestone.

Thanks to Discord, I attended a virtual alumni reunion of my high school alma mater. I experienced our school's recreation in “Minecraft: Java Edition,” wandering into the classroom where I used to play “Minecraft” as a freshman. In “RuneScape,” after 12 years on-off, I’d achieved level 99 in all but the newest skill. I'd even gotten the characters I wanted in “Pokémon Masters EX” and nearly finished my Kanto Pokédex in “Pokémon GO.” (I've never before completed a Pokédex.)

I finished February recording music for my undergrad parish’s online edition to our annual performance for “Living Stations of the Cross.” I got to lector at and attend a friend’s baptism. I’d also soaked up my youngest sister’s boyfriend’s Disney+ again and saw “WandaVision” entirely. Its takes on grief and joy astounded.

Social Justice (March 2O2I)

These bring me to where and how I am today. I write from Reno, Nev., where snow had fallen and the weather grown warmer. Spring is here.

The announcement of increasing vaccines gave me lots of hope. Since I've lost so many people this past year to COVID-19 and other conditions I'm grateful that we may near the end. An email from and a check-in call with Peace Corps confirmed that summer would be the soonest I’m going back abroad. Still, I’ve kept in touch with my people in Mongolia.

My older brother and his girlfriend moved into the Vegas house, so I haven’t felt as obligated to be there. Thus, I’ve focused more time on the church in Reno.

A great fount of a spiritual joy for me has been getting to help lector for my college parish’s weekly Proclamations of the Word. I received particular acclaim for my reading from 2 Chronicles, for Lent’s Fourth Sunday, which delighted me. At the time I’d been reading 1 Kings, so I’d enjoyed recognizing parallels. In some ways the exercises are like a miniature college course. Beyond regular Sundays and Holy Week, I’d also lectored for such feast days as St. Joseph’s Day (March 19) and the Annunciation (March 25).

My siblings’ and my family foundation chose our first year of recipients. It’s been an exciting process, reading and witnessing our inspiring candidates. I hope that I'll get to meet these students someday, but ah, the pandemic.

I’ve gotten back into “Frozen II,” thanks to its authentic behind-the-scenes docuseries. I've also passed the one-year anniversary of my first seeing the film. Each morning I’ve sought to see something on Disney's platform—real' nice.

Our psychological division’s presidential task force for Social Justice released our statement about the Capitol riots, which received strong critics but stronger supporters. Then came the Atlanta situation.

In my U.S. Week 5I (Feb. 19–25), during a walk past the nearby elementary school, I’d had an unpleasant personal experience that led me to feel very grateful when the #StopAsianHate campaign began. I’ll likely share more later, but today’s blog story is about done.

Hope and Easter 2O2I (April 2O2I)

At the last Adoration activity before Easter, our parish offered Reconciliation, so I returned again. Absolution offers such sweet cleansing for my mind and soul. Now Holy Week begins. I'm still lectoring, too!

This summer, I hope to write more on my memoir. I’m still revising my research. I'm set to finish all five tiers of Duolingo Latin tomorrow. Then I'll get back to my textbook.

I still delight in chatting with ol’ friends. My national parks homies and I will hit Redwood next weekend. Then my parish has Spring Retreat. I look forward to getting vaccinated in coming months then hugging folks forevermore.

You can read more from me here at DanielLang.me :)

#Peace Corps #Mongolia #memoir #story #Catholic #God #memoryLang #Easter #Lent #USA #StopAsianHate #BlackLivesMatter #year #Coronavirus #COVID-19 #Nevada #America #WithMe #Reno #social justice

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sailor-rose-princess · 4 years

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So I see people making stories and profiles for some of their AG girls, so I got some ideas for mine. Since I got Kami in 2005, she and Ellie are 2000's kids (and they'd be a "best friend" dolls, like Nellie and Samantha). Also, now I'm realizing that Ellie sounds near identical to Nellie and she has red hair, but that was not my intention, I just chose a name I thought she looked like.

Name: Serena "Kami" Thomas

Birthday: June 30th 1995

Pets: A white dog named Coconut and a black cat named Licorice.

Family: Joanne Jones (Mom), Stuart Jones (Stepfather), Riley Jones (half sister, age 5), and Jason Jones or JJ (half brother, age 2)

Favorite color: Pink and purple

Personality: Cheerful, creative, imaginative, occasionally prone to jealousy, a chatterbox, can be a drama queen sometimes. She always wants to be helpful.

Kami is the oldest child in her family. Her mother Joanne had Kami 2 years before she married Stuart. Kami doesn't remember much about her father, as her mom and him didn't stay together and he left shortly after she was born, but she loves Stuart and considers him to be her real dad, even if they don't look the same. Kami loves her family, even if you younger siblings annoy her a lot. She got her nickname when she was a toddler, her dad would record home movies, and she couldn't say the word "camera". She loves drawing, reading books, watching TV and singing, she hopes to be a singer and an actress someday, as she always wanted to be on TV like Olivia Outrageous (a fictional Disney Channel show), but she'd also consider writing and illustrating children's books. She's imaginative, always thinking up stories, and often day dreams of being famous. She gets jealous at times, as Ellie and some of her other classmates get to have cool stuff such as iPods or vacations to Disney, while her parents work a lot and still still seem to only make enough to get by. When her Mom gets her work schedule changed, Kami starts babysitting for her siblings and learns to save money while helping out her family. Kami joins Big Brothers Big Sisters after school every week, and her Big Sister Anna is always there to give her advice. Kami loves watching shows from Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, as well as some anime, such as Pokemon, Naruto, and Sailor Moon. She and Ellie have been best friends since they were little. Also I'd like to note that a lot of her story was based off stuff from real life/my childhood.

Name: Elenore "Ellie" Fitzel

Birthday: September 21st, 1995

Pets: A gray cat named Murdoc

Family: Sarah Smith (mom), Derrick Fitzel (dad)

Favorite color: Red, black, and pink, sometimes teal.

Personality: Excitable, outgoing, sweet and kind, can be sarcastic, a bit impulsive and has a temper at times. Sometimes a tomboy, sometimes a girly girl.

Ellie and Kami have been best friends since they were very young, as Ellie's mom and Kami's mom are best friends. Ellie's parents are divorced and she's an only child, so she often likes to go to Kami's house to visit her and her siblings. She lives with her mom, and sees her dad every other weekend, but for 2 weeks every summer, Ellie would go on a special trip with her dad. While she isn't really rich, she's somewhat more well to do than Kami is, but she still gets jealous of Kami sometimes, as Ellie is sometimes lonely as an only child, and even though she's used to her parents being divorced, as this happened three years prior, she still wishes her parents were still together like Kami's. Ellie likes dancing, as she's been taking ballet and tap classes since she was 5, and she wants to be on Broadway when she grows up. Her favorite animals are narwhals ever since she did a report on them for science class. She loves her new iPod, and loves listening to music, especially her favorite band Gorillaz (Kami notes she's surprised that Ellie is allowed to listen to/watch them, but Ellie would listen to them with her Mom a lot and she became a fan), and her favorite show is SpongeBob SquarePants.

And that's about it. I may have to work out some kinks, but I like these ideas.

#my pics #my pictures #my dolls #kami thomas #ellie fitzel #american girl #american girl truly me #american girl just like you #american girl of today #american girl doll #american girl oc #american girl historical character #historical character oc

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thecozywhaleshark · 5 years

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MASTERPOST

BTS

(f = fluff, a = angst, m = mature/smut) (dc = drabble challenge)

Kim Namjoon

Helicopter Seeds (f)

Starlight (f)

God of Destruction, Queen of the Klutz (f)

Soaked (f)

Bones (f)

It’s Raining on the Inside (f)

That 70′s Dress: Part 1 (f)

Jokes (dc1) (f)

The Passport Pouch (f)

Accident-Prone (dc2) (f)

Sprinkling Tac-Tics (dc2) (f)

2AM (dc2) (m)

Aliens (dc2) (f)

Pretty in Plum (m)

You’re Mine, I’m Yours (m)

Mud Run (dc3) (f)

Pretty Brown Eyes (f)

Flushed (m)

The Language of Flowers (f)

Chapter 1: Begonias

Kim Seokjin

What You Want, Baby I’ve Got It (f)

Croissants (f)

Breakfast of Champions (f)

Want More (f)

Cravings (m)

King of Hearts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 (m/a/f)

Safety First (dc1) (f)

Tell Me You Need Me (dc1) (a)

Countertops (m)

Paper Clothes (dc2) (f)

Cling to Me (dc2) (f)

More Than You Know (dc3) (f/a)

Feel Better Food (f/a)

Date and Nut (f)

Min Yoongi

“I like it here” (f)

Making It Better (f)

1,000 (f)

Middle C (pt.1) (f)

Heart and Soul (pt. 2) (f)

“And...Now” (pt. 3) (f)

The Wife Who Cried Wolf (f)

Murder in a Cup (dc1) (f)

BS (dc1) (f)

Cold Hands (f)

Hotline Ring: teaser Part 1 (m)

Min Yoongi and the Curse of Merlin (f)

Chapter 1: My Great Something Ancestor Ruins A Perfectly Good Nights Sleep

Chapter 2: Journey to the Center of the Earth, but Worse

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love (f/m)

Jung Hoseok

Just Dance (f)

Tiptoes (f)

Fireflies (f)

Walking on Sunshine (f)

On/Off (f)

Sunflowers (f)

The Sick Sleep (dc2) (f)

54 (m)

You’ve Got Me (a/f)

Kim Taehyung

Morning Mess (f)

Something Stupid (f)

Weighted Blanket (f)

T-Shirt (f)

Duck Duck Gray Duck (f)

Message On A Bottle (f)

Chores (dc1) (f)

Blood Bagel (dc1) (f)

Kim Taehyung as a Dad (f)

One Night to Forever (dc2) (f/m)

Jack of All Trades: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (a/f/m)

The Floor is Lava (dc3) (f)

Cuddle Bug (f)

Red Silk (m/f)

Pen Pals (f)

Stuck Like Glue (f)

Letters (a)

Hoops (f)

Park Jimin

Adults (f)

Chim Chim Chimmy (Halloween au) (f)

Mine (m)

Melting Point (f)

Weekend Thunderstorms (f)

So You Had A Bad Day... (f)

One of Each (dc1) (f)

6AM (dc1) (f)

Self-Control (f)

Breakfast To Go (f)

Shampoo & Conditioner (f)

Sinners Row (f)

Rhinestones (m)

Suit of Diamonds: Part 1 (m/a/f)

Hedgehogs and Mittens (halloween dc) (f)

Jeon Jungkook

Swings (f)

A love like... (f)

Milkshakes First Thing (f)

Dork (f)

Spoodermoon (f)

Climb or Coward (f)

Pigtails (dc2) (f)

Goat (dc2) (f)

Camp Councilor Kook (f)

Something Old (Part 1) (f)

Nailed It (f)

My Dude (f)

Noodle Loodle (f)

OT7

BTS as:

Tastes Scents Sounds Textures Sights (f)

Some of My Favorite Books (f)

Favorite Movies (f)

Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales (f)

Dragon Riders (f)

Disney Fairies (f)

Pocket BTS (f)

Pocket BTS - Beach Day (f)

Pocket BTS - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket BTS - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket BTS - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket BTS - Reversed Roles (f)

Pocket BTS - Being Bad (f)

Pocket BTS - You Have A Bad Day (f)

Pocket BTS - LOST (f)

Pocket BTS - Cool Down (f)

Pocket BTS - Games (f)

Pocket BTS - Fall (f)

Pocket BTS - Back to School (f)

Pocket BTS - Harnessed (f)

Pocket BTS - Job Hunt (f)

Pocket BTS - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket BTS - Valentine’s Day (f)

Pocket BTS - Quarantine (f)

Pocket BTS - Birthday Boys (f)

Pocket BTS - Easter (f)

Giant BTS (f)

Spending the Night for the First Time (f)

Neck Kisses (f/m)

8 Gifts with BTS (Happy Hanukkah) (f)

Their S/O is Short (f)

Your Parents Yell At You (a/f)

First Kisses (f)

Fake Eyelashes (f)

Escort Series (m/a/f)

Kim Seokjin - King of Hearts (9/10): Start

Kim Taehyung - Jack of All Trades (4/10): Start

Park Jimin - Suit of Diamonds (1/10): Start

MONSTA X

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

White Lace (virginity au) (m)

Paint by Numbers (m)

Fanfiction (m)

At What Cost (a/f)

Shin Hoseok (Wonho)

Want (virginity au) (m)

Pretty Little Lies (m)

Past Hurts (m)

Hugs and Kisses (a/f)

Yoo Kihyun

Art (virginity au) (m)

JENGA (dc3) (f)

Candle Sticks (dc3) (f)

Finders Keepers (m/f)

Stuck On You (f)

Lee Minhyuk

Everything (virginity au) (m)

Magical (dc2) (f)

Curly Q (f)

Chae Hyungwon

Pride Goeth Before A Fall (f)

Lee Jooheon

My Girl (virginity au) (m)

Public Indecency (m)

Dating Jooheon (f)

Hold My Hand (a/f)

In the Middle of the Night... (a/f)

Im Changkyun

By The Stroke of Midnight (f)

Anti-Itch (dc1) (f)

IKEA (dc1) (f)

Beautiful Things (f)

Asshole (dc2) (f)

Daggers and Roses (m/f)

OT7

Pocket Monsta X (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Beach Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket Monsta X - You Have a Bad Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Being Bad (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Cool Down (f)

Pocket Monsta X - LOST (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Fall (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Back to School (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Home Alone (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Harnessed (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Quarantine (f)

Neck Kisses (m/f)

You are Full of Rage (a/f/m)

GOT7

Im Jaebeom

Butterflies (f)

Breath Notes (f)

Tiny (f)

Baebeom (f)

Cat-Mas Tree (f)

Mark Tuan

62 Crab Rangoon’s (f)

Thumbelina (f)

Don’t Let Go (a/f)

Taste Testers (f)

Jackson Wang

Always the Left Shoe (f)

All That You Are (a/f)

Emotional Support Dumbass (f)

Shake It Off (f)

Privileges (f)

Park Jinyoung

Twas the Night Before Christmas (f)

Choi Youngjae

BamBam

Black Velvet (f)

Like, Ew (f)

A Little Birdie Told Me... (f)

Sucks to Suck, Buttercup (f)

Things that go Bump in the Dark (f)

Kim Yugyeom

OT7

Pocket GOT7 (f)

Pocket GOT7 - Quarantine (f)

NCT 127

Johnny Suh

Coins Only (f)

GAMES

Pocket Pick N’ Mix

Kihyun (MX) + Jinyoung (got7): In a garden

Hyungwon (MX) + JB (got7): As Siblings

Jungkook (BTS) + Yugyeom (got7): Nap Time

Jin (BTS) + Bambam (got7): Ice Skating

Namjoon (BTS) + Jackson (got7): Picture with Santa

Jimin (BTS) + Youngjae (got7): Sugar High

Kihyun (MX) + Jungkook (BTS): Shopping Trip

{DISCLAIMER: This is all purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only}

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svtskneecaps · 4 years

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Rules: answer questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

so @kwonthefire tagged me thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about myself you KNOW i will jump on that shit with absolutely no hesitation you’re incredible

Name/nickname: vic

Gender: woman babey

Star sign: cancer

Height : HAHA TALLER THAN MY OLDER SIBLING S H O R T L M A O

Time: 5:50 am don’t tell my friends i’m going to bed when i post this i swear

Birthday: july

Favourite bands: seventeen, and i vibe to like, panic!, twice, does the cast of newsies count as a band?

Favourite soloists: listen i’ll vibe to anybody with solid lyrics or a good melody so like, halsey, carrie underwood, taylor swift has been a big one recently, anna nalik, miranda lambert, yknow. all the shit i listened to like six years ago has returned to my playlist cause i’m Stressed tm (ngl the house that built me came on and i actually started crying in the middle of making enchiladas w my entire family like i went straight from DOUBLE BUBBLE DISCO QUEEN to sobbing in the sauce)

i mean not actually the sauce you know what i mean

Last movie: ah shit probably like. pollyanna or something. NO WAIT IT WAS THAT FUCKIN SECOND BORN ROYALS MOVIE ON DISNEY+ THAT MY FAMILY WATCHED WHILE SORTING ALL THE OLD CLOTHES WE DON’T FIT ANYMORE

Last show: shit uhh i think it was like. the three caballeros yknow that animated series with donald duck it’s on disney+. unless we count my mom’s episodes of criminal minds that she watches in the room next to me

Song stuck in my head: an absolutely bizarre combination of that “she’s a wh*re” song clip from tik tok, “the world will know” from newsies, the rock violin cover of the phantom of the opera from the umbrella academy, and like. the twelve days of christmas as sung by straight no chaser, specifically the section where they start doing africa. i don’t know what’s going on either.

When I created this blog: idk a while ago. like three years? four years?

Last thing I googled: ah shit. probably something for premiere pro, adobe software sucks it’s the least intuitive shit i have ever used literally the program i used to write in java worked easier than fucking premiere pro

Other blogs: @ismyreadinglistgoodenoughforyou and i have a couple more but those are classified by order of [redacted]. i can reblog onto @tctwriters but that’s not technically mine it’s OURS anyway follow tctwriters

Do I get asks: nah dude which sux cause my favorite thing to talk about is me l m a o

Why I chose my url: dude i don’t remember i wanted to rebrand from the god awful ‘ismycapsloudenoughforyou’ so i think we went, ok, so seventeen. svt. and my discord status was probably “stop bullying jeonghan’s knee >:(” so they were like, ok knees. and i went ah SHIT, KNEECAPS and then i just. did that.

Following : my guy do you think i know

Followers : like a graduating class worth

Lucky numbers: idk like 12 and 7 and maybe 32

Avg hours of sleep: o jesus well uh. anywhere between 4 and 12 it depends on if i have something to do the next day

Instruments: i can play viola and some flute, i’ve briefly dabbled in piano, ukulele, harmonica, and accordion

What I’m wearing right now: haha state football merch and socks that clash very drastically bc it’s goddamn cold in my house fuck

Dream trip: honestly any trip is my dream trip as long as a couple specific people come. like literally a trip to the grocery store could be my dream trip as long as these specific people are there yknow. people make the trip more than the actual places, for me

Favourite food: o i forgot to answer this one uhhh dr pepper isn’t a food but i don’t eat and my veins run with the stuff

Nationality: american ahaha

Favourite song: ah shit dude it depends on my mood i can’t answer this rn i literally just got “WILL WE LET EM STUFF THIS CROCK O’ GARBAGE DOWN OUR THROATS” stuck in my head and now i can’t actually remember any other songs anyway it’s Home Run stream Home Run by Seventeen guys stream Home Run it’s a fucking bop and the music video is absolute quality i literally didn’t listen to another song for a week and a half after it dropped and i’m not kidding in the slightest stream Home Run by Seventeen guys.

Top three Fictional Universe: it has been so long since i’ve experienced anything that’s original fiction i mean like, jowling kowling rowling is a fucking terf and we hate her LMAO so the only harry potter universe i can vibe with is one that’s thoroughly headcanoned to squeeze all the bullshit out of it, but i vibe with those kinds (i’ve written those kinds, or tried anyway lmao).

also i couldn’t actually read the Lord of the Rings series bc Tolkien’s prose was just way too dense for me to enjoy without it feeling like i was reading a textbook, but i read the Hobbit and i talk to my dad about it sometimes cause he listens to a podcast where they analyze it, and literally the absolute care and time he put into making every section of that world feel alive is absolutely buck fuckin wild to me i mean fuck it up Tolkien that’s fucking incredible. that is batshit insane you incredible man, godspeed.

and doctor who is lit as fuck, tbh i vibe hard with the rtd era shit, they kind of lost me at eleven and also took that shit off amazon prime before i was done watching shitheads but like you have to admit that’s a giant fictional universe and it feels Alive as hell and i vibe with that hard like i vibed so hard i fuckin started writing my own goddamn season just bc i wanted to play around in that lovely lovely sandbox so kudos to them i guess

not in that order

anyway idk who to tag so if you’re seeing this from tctwriters and actually have notifs on for that blog, you’re up dummy i love you. i’d say anyone who wants to take it but nobody ever does so this is for the tctwriters i’m calling you out SPECIFICALLY.

#shut up vic #no seriously shut up vic what the hell #thank u for tagging me i enjoyed talking about nothing for far too long #my favorite pastime tbh L M A O #love u <3

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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[zelthie]

What's were you doing before you got on the computer? Drinking coffee and watching TV.

Is there anything you really want right now? To not feel crappy would be nice.

What's the best gift you've ever gotten? I couldn’t possibly choose just one.

What's a song you think the world needs to listen to? I don’t know.

Has there ever been a person you regret ever being friends with? Nah.

Do you think you have a good understanding on love? I haven’t experienced the romantic kind still.

You just discovered a new color! What would you name it? I have no idea.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor? I’m not a big ice cream person, but I do like strawberry, mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, and birthday cake. I haven’t had ice cream in years, though.

What do you want to do on your honeymoon? I don’t plan on getting married.

What's one thing you remember learning in school? The Fifty Nifty United States song. And all of the Grammar Rock from Schoolhouse Rock VHS tape. <<< Awww, yep I remember both. Those Schoolhouse Rock tapes really helped me with my multiplication as a kid and it’s cool how the states song stayed with me all these years later.

Are you more of a cat or dog person? Doggo.

How do you want to be remembered by people? I don’t need to be remembered by people. I’m sure my loved ones will remember me and that’s all that matters.

Do you like road trips? They can be fun, but long car rides are rough.

Do you think Medical Marijuana should be legalized? Yeah.

If you were forced to dye your hair another color, what color would you get? I don’t know... I really just want to keep dyeing it red.

Are you excited for anything? No.

What do you think of your parent(s)? I love my parents, they’re the best.

Are your grandparents dead? My maternal grandparents are, RIP. <3

What celebrity do you think should of never become famous? All the pervy, gross, bad ones out there, which unfortunately seems to be a lot.

What's your favorite thing to do online? Tumblr and YouTube.

If you could appear on any TV show, what show would you choose? Nah.

What does your full name look like without the letters t,a,i,o,e,l,n or s? I’ll just do my first name: Ph.

Your mood summed up into one word? Shitty.

How often do you talk to other people about the weather? I bring it up most when it’s hot.

Are you doing anything else besides taking this survey right now? Not really. My TV is on, but it’s more background noise at the moment.

What's a name you wouldn't mind having? I’ll stick with mine.

What's your favorite thing to wear that you own? My leggings and graphic tees.

What do you think of Barbie dolls? I was obSESSED with Barbies as a kid.

When you were little, did you ever want to go to Disneyland? Yesss. I was fortunate to be able to go a few times. I still get just as excited as an adult.

What's the first thing you thought in your head when you woke up today? I woke up to my brother handing me a Starbucks, ha so that was nice. He’s so sweet.

If your best friend confessed that they can see the future, you would...? I don’t believe in that, but I’d question them about it and hear what they had to say.

Write a random quote that comes to your head: Nah.

What's your opinion on milk chocolate? I like it, but white chocolate is better.

What about Dark Chocolate? Ew.

You do know that white chocolate isn't even really chocolate, right? I don’t care.

Do you get annoyed when surveys mention a band you\'ve never heard of? No.

What's your opinion about Katy Perry's song "I kissed a girl"? I remember how risque that was considered at the time lol. People were like *gasp!* She what???

What's your least favorite pizza topping? I’m super picky and basic, so I don’t like any other toppings besides what I put on mine, which are white sauce, cheese (preferably feta and ricotta, but I’m not picky about the cheese), garlic, spinach, green onions, and crumbled meatballs if they have it.

What would you do if you discovered the US was now drafting for the war? I have a physical disability, so I’m out of the running but I’d be terrified about my brother getting drafted.

Are you even living in America, or are you from another country? Yes, I live in the US.

What's your favorite social website? Tumblr and Twitter.

Do you believe in heaven? If so, what's it like? If not, why? Yes. I’ve never been, obviously, but I imagine it to be like how the Bible describes it to be.

What's your favorite video game? Mario Bros games will always be a favorite.

In your opinion, is Bzoink the best place to find fun surveys? I never go on there myself, but a few fellow survey takers on here seem to find a lot of surveys there that I then steal from them, ha.

What's your opinion of high school? It had its ups and downs. The first two years were rough for me.

Do you prefer the country or city? I like both, but I think I prefer living in the city. I’ve never lived in the country, though, so I can’t say for sure.

Texting: Is it fun, evil, boring, or none of the above? I don’t text much at all, I’d just say it’s convenient and preferred over talking on the phone.

What email service do you use for your main (or only) email account? Yahoo.

What's your favorite dumb pick-up line? *shrug*

What are your plans for the next 48 hours? Same things as always.

Did you ever read "Captain Underpants" when you were little? No, I was older when those came out. My lil bro loved ‘em, though.

What's better: The old Cartoon Network, or the new one? Or do you not care? I’d say the old, for sure. I don’t know wth happened to that channel, mainly the Adult Swim segment. Like seriously, what. the. fuck.

Disney Channel shows are all pretty cheesy, aren't they? I’m definitely biased, but Disney Channel growing up and in my teen years was waaaaay better. I haven’t watched it in several years now, but I feel like the shows for kids and teens nowadays are super cringe.

What's your opinion on the Jonas Brothers? I’m a fan, but I was a huge fan in my teen years. I’ve kept up with them as a group and their solo and side projects all this time.

What are some of your favorite singers/bands? I have a lot.

Why do the lead singers in bands always get the most recognition? Because they’re the voice and face of the band. I think the other members certainly should get their recognition, too, though. They all together make up the band and its sound.

Did you ever believe in the Tooth Fairy? Yeah.

What's your favorite type of weather? Fall and winter weather.

What's your opinion on reading books? I love reading.

You're given a chance to act in a Hollywood blockbuster! Would you accept? Nooo.

What it if it was a movie directed by Tim Burton?(He directed Sweeney Todd) I enjoy his work, but still no. It wouldn’t matter who was directing it.

How do you feel about Taco Bell? I like it. It’s been awhile since I’ve had it, though. I went through a major Taco Bell phase a few years ago and was getting it all the time.

Are you hungry right now? Yes.

How often do you go on to YouTube? Everyday. I spend a lot of time on there, mainly for ASMR videos, but also other stuff I like to watch. Usually while I’m eating I like to catch up on some videos.

It's possible to be addicted to anything... What are you addicted to? Caffeine.

What's your opinion of Walgreens? I like it. My mom also works there.

Back when Spongebob Squarepants was famous, were you interested in it? Not really. I just watched it here and there cause my lil bro was into it. There were quotable moments I liked, though.

What's your dream pet? I love having doggos.

You see a mermaid while relaxing on the beach with friends. What now? lol I’d just assume it was a group of people chillin’ with mermaid tails. You can buy blankets or costume pieces like that, so.

Who's been your favorite teacher growing up, and why? My 4th and 8th grade teacher, Mr. McG.

When you were little, did you ever like Pokemon? I did have a brief Pokemon phase. I collected the cards, too.

How often do you get headaches? Not often at all, so when I do - they really tend to hurt pretty badly. <<< That’s how mine are. I’ve been sick this past week and headaches have been apart of that, unfortunately, and they haven’t been fun. I can’t take anything for them either, which really sucks.

Do you have any songs stuck in your head right now? If so, what? That new Wendy’s jingle, “Bag alert, major bag alert.” That commercial comes on constantly and that’s literally the only words to the jingle. It’s annoying.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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gibelwho · 4 years

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Top 5: Nostalgia Movies

This Top 5 is taking a trip down childhood memory lane to choose the best Nostalgia Movies - films that I loved as a kid and continue to love to this day. The film must have been watched multiple times during my youth and continue to be associated with a memory or tradition that was an important marker of growing up. Therefore, any film produced past 2004, when I graduated high school, has not been considered - and, to even make the cut, the film must be associated with more than just constant re-watches in our downstairs rec room (arranged with a HUGE - well, big for the ‘90s - screen with actual surround sound that my dad installed); rather, these films must be an essential part of my childhood progression into adult-hood and laid the groundwork for a future of loving cinema.

Gibelwho Productions Presents Nostalgia Movies:

5. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

4. X-Men

3. The Little Mermaid

2. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

1. Newsies

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986): As my high school career began to wrap up and I was looking ahead to college (where I had already committed to attending film school), my mother informed me of a proclamation - I was not allowed to leave her household without watching Ferris Bueller. Perhaps she knew that she needed to instill a little bit of rule-breaking encouragement into her straight A / type A child before I was to head out into the unruly world of college, but nonetheless, this film left a mark with it’s delightful adventures of Ferris, Cameron, and Sloane. Years later, I attended an LA rooftop screening where the audience all danced during the Twist and Shout parade, bringing me straight back to the joy of discovering this film with my mom. In the same tradition, I will be sure to make my kids watch this film before they leave our household for the wide world so they can learn to cause a little innocent rule-breaking. Save Ferris!

X-Men (2000): I had a secret obsession when I was a kid - I LOVED Marvel Comics. I had read all of my dad’s comic book collection from when he was a kid, I started my own collection, and had even started tracking the value of each issue. But I was a girl, and did not share this particular passion with my fellow elementary school friends (ahhh, the fear of being judged by your peers). So when I entered a movie theater as a freshman in high school (with my secret still intact) to see an X-Men film and the place was PACKED, I couldn’t contain my excitement that maybe, just maybe, more people would be into these characters and storylines. Then, when I went into my summer theatre program and my friends used X-Men characters as improv inspiration, I thought...this is going mainstream! I still didn’t confide my true colors until the MCU began and my college friends discovered that I knew a...lot more about Iron Man’s backstory than should be possible and I was officially outed. So, fully embracing my nerdom, I traveled to San Diego to the sacred ground that was Comic Con, truly cementing my love of Marvel. And now the rest of the world has caught up to why these characters are so special. That first inkling of a wider world loving what I loved started when I watched X-Men in theaters - seeing my heroes on the big screen, fighting their super villains, and the packed crowd around me was digging it!

The Little Mermaid (1989): One of my earliest memories of opening presents was from my 6th birthday, sitting in the living room and ripping open the wrapping paper to discover the VHS for The Little Mermaid - a film I had seen at school and LOVED - and now it was mine to watch at any time! Truly a special Disney moment, which is also matched with many other memories of Disney animated films (the momentous opening to Lion King and the cut to black that took my breath away in the theater, playing the Mulan soundtrack on cassette over and over singing Reflection, and identifying with Belle’s obsession with reading). I was very much the target audience for the Disney Renaissance, and I ate up all the music, the (slightly) stronger portrayal of women, and our VHS collection only grew to include all of these modern classics. The Little Mermaid kicked off a golden age for Disney Animation and little Katie grew up on the Alan Menken soundtrack.

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989): Our family had three fancy VHS boxed sets for three different franchises and we watched these flicks on repeat - Star Trek movies (TOS with Kirk and Spock), the Star Wars trilogy, and the Indiana Jones films. Literally any one of the movies from these collections could make this slot, but since both of the Star franchises have already gotten love in these Top 5 lists, I’m going to pick representation from our resident archaeological professor / international adventurer. My favorite of the bunch is the third - from the thrilling opening of young Indy, to the dynamic between father and son, and the epic ending of selecting the correct Grail (“you have chosen...wisely”). Watching any one of these films is just comfort food for my soul, taking me back to the family settling in to watch in our downstairs rec room, setting the foundation for the nerdom that my parents instilled into me at a young age and that has continued to guide my interests and movie-watching to this day.

Newsies (1992): Growing up, my family had Friday movie nights, where we ordered from the Pizza Hut that was right next to a Blockbuster; my brother and I were allowed to each choose a movie to rent for the weekend. I went through a phase where I just rented Newsies on repeat. It was as though this film was made just for me - a musical, set in a historical time period, with cute boys singing and dancing, music by the magical Alan Menken - what is not to love?!? I was so obsessed with this movie that in the pre-Internet age, I wrote down the lyrics by meticulously listening, pausing, writing down, rewinding, and repeating - which was an onerous process when one was working with manual VHS tapes. I eventually got a copy of my own, the DVD when it came out, the CD of the soundtrack, and also the piano sheet music. I knew all the lines to the songs, and could probably to this day quote the majority of the movie. Years later, imagine my delight when Disney produced a Broadway musical of the movie - we took a special trip to New York on my birthday to see the show (which of course, doesn’t match up to my love for the film, the true effect of a nostalgic love for a piece of your childhood). Living in LA affords us the opportunity for magical movie-going experiences, and my husband and I scored tickets to a special showing of Newsies at the Disney El Capitan theater - and then the traveling Broadway company of Newsies the musical that was in town and performing just up the street at the Pantages theater made an appearance and performed for the audience after the movie wrapped. This film has held a special place in my heart and is the epitome of nostalgia love for a movie from childhood.

Honorable Mentions:

The Music Man (1962): The two music genres we listened to growing up were 90s country (Garth, Reba, Trisha, Wynonna!) and also musicals. Our family was very much into theater and starting at the age of twelve, I started acting in musicals at our local performing arts program for youths. Our family also watched many of the classic musicals that were filmed in the 1950s and 60s, such as Hello, Dolly, Oklahoma, and Music Man. This last film stands in as a proxy for all those classics, but was also selected in particular because I performed in a production during a summer in junior high, where I was in the background chorus (and featured in the Wells Fargo song!). The music and lyrics of this story, written by Meredith Wilson, are of such cleverness and variety - from the 4-part harmony barbershop quartet to the love song ballads, the pre-hip hop rhythmic talking song to the genius opening number of the salesmen on the train. The translation to film is serviceable and very much in the style of the musicals brought from stage to screen in the 1960s - nothing too clever and some blocking that sought to recreate a theater stage on the film set, but these series of musical films cemented my love for the genre in an accessible way just as I was starting myself to perform on stage.

Jurassic Park (1993): Oh, the raptor in the kitchen stalking the two kids stills brings me chills thinking about it. Watching that scene as a kid, I (more than once) fled the room because it was so scary! This film had it all - creepy dinosaurs, a smart teenage girl and an even smarter heroine that was a scientist, great music (whose theme I diligently learned how to play on the piano), and plenty of action! My family definitely had this on repeat in the VHS player, but I loved the movie so much that I ended up reading Michael Crichton’s novel to experience the source material - and became more aware of how a film is an adaption of a novel’s storytelling, translating from the page to the screen. I do fall in favor of reading the novel before seeing the movie, but if a film helps you discover an incredible book, it can be like diving into an extension of the world beyond what the screen can fit.

#ferris bueller #x-men #the little mermaid #indiana jones #indiana jones and the last crusade #newsies

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New Orleans Square- Peter Parker x Reader (Requested)

Prompt by @cyrusandhiscollaredahirts: Reader is a Disney fanatic and they get lost in New Orleans Square as they look for food. The reader helps him and they end up falling in love.

A/N: I actually am a HUGE Disney fan myself and the last time I was at Disneyland was for my 21st birthday. My Mom went with me and we had dinner at NOS so this was a fun one to write!

***** DISCLOSURE: I do NOT own any rights to Disney or anyone affiliated with the movies or the parks. The lyrics are STRICTLY used for the purpose of entertainment for a work of fiction

Warnings: Fluff, slight panic attack, minor injury

Word Count: 2034

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Going to Disneyland was supposed to be fun but it turned out to be a disaster! You were with your school for a class trip but you were miserable. You managed to forget to wear sunscreen so your skin was burning as you stood in line for rides. Of course, all the lines were unbelievably long and you hated standing around, waiting. Then, a little boy had a complete meltdown in front of you and his anger, he kicked you as hard as he could in your leg. You ended up hobbling around for a while until you couldn’t stand it. You begged to be seen by a doctor or someone who could help with the pain.

“Alright, alright, y/n, we’ll ask someone to see if there is any place here that help with your leg.” Your teacher said, growing frustrated with your constant whining.

Finding a worker, they point you into the direction of the nearest medical facility that dealt with minor injuries in the park. Walking into the office with your friend, you grew annoyed with the Mikey Mouse emblems that littered the whole room.

That stupid grin. You thought to yourself as you hoped up on an examining table.

“Okay Miss Y/L/N, let’s take a look at your leg here.” A doctor (if you could even call him that) said, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up on his knee to get a better look at the injury.

“Ah well, you got a nasty gash there. How did this happen again?” The doctor asked.

“Some stupid kid kicked me.” You say, rolling your eyes at the memory.

“Well, he must’ve hit you with something harder than his foot because he cut you deep.”

“Oh great.” You say sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just clean it up, stitch you up, and you’ll be good to go.”

You hiss as the alcohol hits your open wound and squirm in pain as the needle would push into your skin and out to sow you up. Once he was done, the doctor wrapped your leg with white gauze to keep any bleeding from spilling out of the stitches.

“There, good as new.” He helped you stand and gave you some ibuprofen for the pain.

“Go see your doctor when you get home but you should be good until then.”

“Thank you, Doc.” Your friend said, nodding at him as you left the office.

“Well, this has been quite the trip, eh?” She said, nudging you slightly.

“Tell me about it. I just want one good thing to come from this lame excuse of a vacation.”

As you joined up with the rest of your school, they were wandering around for a place to eat. Walking into New Orleans Square, you noticed a young man, around your age, wandering around like he was lost. You kept your gaze on him, focusing on whatever he was doing and then it hit you. You had seen him before and you felt your heart race; Peter Parker. He was the single most popular student in all of Queens, as the star student of the Midtown School of Science and Technology. He was smart, considering he landed an internship with Stark Industries a few years ago, which landed him his popularity. Someone like him would never notice someone like you but you figured that was back in Queens. This is Disneyland, ‘where dreams come true’ right?

You split from your class and heading over to where he was but he wasn’t paying attention to you. You clear your throat and he whipped around to look at you.

“H-hey, are you okay? You look lost.” You spoke, afraid of speaking to him but he just grinned at you.

“I am. I was with some….friends, but we got separated.”

“Well, I’m here with my class so I think you can join us if you’d like.”

“Thank you. I think that would be cool. I’m Peter.” He extended his hand to you and took it.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook his hand and he gave you a look. “Y/N? From the Collingswood School of Performing Arts?” He asked.

“Yes. How did you know that?” You ask.

“Oh, I uh, my school has helped set up a show at your school.” He stuttered over his words, which seemed odd to you.

“Oh, and was I there?”

“Yeah, it was a dance competition and you were one of the contestants. I uh, stopped helping the setup and saw you. You were really good.”

“Thank you. Didn’t think you’d ever notice me.”

“You were hard to miss.” He said causing your cheeks to brighten red.

“Hey, Y/L/N!” Your teacher called and you rushed back to the group, Peter close behind.

“Can we eat here? We’ve been walking around for half-an-hour looking for something to eat and we’re all getting tired!” One of your classmates said as everyone cheered in agreement.

“Fine, we’ll eat here.” Your teacher led the class inside a restaurant; The Blue Bayou.

“Oh, I love this place! It’s like you’re sitting right in New Orleans and the Pirates of the Caribbean ride goes right through here!” Peter exclaimed to you as he dashed inside. You laughed seeing him act childish.

When your host escorted you to your table, the class oo’d and aww’d at the scenery, however, Peter had another idea.

“Come with me.” He whispered to you before he walked off. You looked at your friend, who just motioned for you to go with him.

You soon began to panic, as you couldn’t find where Peter had gone. You looked all over the restaurant, back to the front doorway and outside but no Peter. Just then, someone tapped you on your shoulder, it was Mickey Mouse!

“Mickey!” You shout, wrapping your arms around the character.

He looked at you and extended his white-gloved hand for you and you took it. He led you to a hidden location, up a narrow hallway and stairs, up above the restaurant. You were confused and assumed he was a serial killer hiding in a Mickey Mouse costume, but all your fears melted away when you saw Peter, standing next to a table.

“Thanks for your help, Mikey.” He said, fist-bumping the mouse before he headed back the way you had come.

“What are we doing up here?” You asked as Peter took your hand once again and brought you closer to him.

“Well, I heard from your friend that you weren’t having a good trip, so I spoke with the staff of the restaurant and asked if it were possible for us to have dinner up here. They agreed and here we are.”

“Peter, this is…this is unreal. But why me? Why bring me up here? I thought you like MJ.” You heard rumors that Peter and MJ were an item; gossip spreads fast in Queens. Why would he be into you; he hardly knew you.

“Oh no, MJ and I are just friends. I told her I was really into this one cute girl from Collingswood and I wanted to get to know her better. Luckily, I happened to run into her at the happiest place in the world, and I get to be romantic with her like I’ve always wanted to. I just hope she lets me treat her to a magical night.”

You couldn’t find the words to say, so you just threw your arms around Peter’s neck, holding him close.

“I like you, Y/N, so much.” He says as he helps you settle into your seat. “Please order whatever you’d like; it’s on me.”

“I can’t let you pay for all this, Pete.”

“Eh, sure you can. Plus, I already paid ahead of time so you can’t argue with me.” He smirked at you but you went along with it.

After you two ate, he stood up and offered his hand again.

“Boy, you surely do that a lot, don’t you?” You joke, looking at his hand.

“Do you trust me?”

You nod your head and put your hand in his as he quickly pulls you to him.

“Hi.” He smiles and starts swaying to the music with you.

“Pete, I’m not dressed for this.” You looked down at your shorts and tank-top combo; not the best choice for dancing.

“Nonsense. I got you. Just follow my lead.”

The music to one of your favorite songs as a kid began playing; from a Disney movie nonetheless.

Take my hand, take a breath

Pull me close and take one step

Keep your eyes locked on mine

And let the music be your guide

Won't you promise me?

(Now won't you promise me?)

(That you'll never forget)

We'll keep dancing

(To keep dancing)

Wherever we go next

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?

(Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?

You felt your cheeks heat up as Peter orchestrated the dance from High School Musical 3. It was super cheesy but you didn’t care. You were here with Peter and the rest of the world melted away.

Take my hand, I'll take the lead

And every turn will be safe with me

Don't be afraid, afraid to fall

You know I'll catch you through it all

And you can't keep us apart

(Even a thousand miles can't keep us apart)

'Cause my heart is wherever you are

At this point, every eye in the restaurant was on you and Peter, phones were out recording or taking photos of you both and you grew embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my love. This is our moment and no one can ruin this for us. I’ve wanted to tell you how much I like you for a while now and I felt a big romantic gesture like this was appropriate; something you deserve.”

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?

(Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?

It felt as though you were flying, living out a childhood fantasy with one of the most amazing guys you’ve met.

Oh, no mountain's too high and no ocean's too wide

'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop

Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for

You know I believe that we were meant to be! Oh!

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?

(Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?

The music faded away and it was eerily quiet as Peter captured your chin and pulled you in for a kiss; the entire restaurant erupting into applause and cheers.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes boring into yours.

“Yes, please. A million times, yes.” You kissed him again before grabbing your things and heading back down with the rest of your class.

Your friend squeals and hugs you before saying quietly, “I knew this trip would get better for you.”

“But I never expected this!”

“I did.” She says.

“You knew about this?” You ask your friend, to which she just nods.

“I caught him watching you at the dance competition a few months back, knew he liked you and helped him plan this whole thing.”

“Ah, I love you!” You hug your friend before you take your place back at Peter’s side, fingers intertwining with his.

“I can’t wait to get home and show you off to May and Ned and MJ and Mr. Stark!” He beamed as he spoke and you couldn’t help but be excited to go home too.

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I’m Back (Tom Hiddleston x ofc 18+)

Good morning, Loves. You’ve made it. Are you excited? Got your water ready? Good, because she’s here and waiting for you. Almost 11k words and a lot of smut.

Buy me a Ko-fi and contribute to my birthday trip to NYC to see Betrayal.

Part 1 is here- not really required reading and the Masterlist is here

Warnings: Dub con, Succubus, unprotected sex, oral sex (Male and female both receiving), aggressive blowjobs, hair pulling, rough sex, choking, public masturbation, occult rituals

Summary: She’s back and she’s hungry. This time however, she’s still riding on the sustenance from her last meal. Mothers always tell their children not to play with their food but Lilith never had a mother to teach her that and has every intention of playing with her food while he finishes his day of Convention events.

I’m Back

The gaggle of teenage girls giggled as they gathered around the bright screen in the dark basement room. A laptop was perched on a table, playing the latest interview. The man on the screen was one they adored with that pure and somewhat scary fever only possible by young girls only beginning to discover the power hormones and sexual desire can hold over their hearts, minds and sanity.

On the screen, the long legged object of their desire smiled. His voice filled the room. They would describe it all differently, if asked. They hadn’t had the years and maturity to really give voice to what it was about the voice that made them weak in the knees.

They’d been sipping at a bottle of too sweet Koolaid spiked with vodka from the ringleader’s parent’s bottle. In true teenage fashion, the difference in volume was masked by water. Someday, when they were older, they would understand how that failed to fool anyone. On this night all they knew is that’s what the cooler teens in the movies did, so that’s what they did.

The interview came to an end and there was a debate over what to do next. They could re-watch any number of his past films. They could marvel upon his clean shaven face and how young he had looked in older films they didn't care for otherwise. They could take in the way pale skin and insanity somehow complemented his features in superhero movies they only watched for him.

What they wanted to do was go out to the theater again and see his newest movie, ‘Black Death’ yet again. It was something so unlike many of his prior films. It was steeped in mystery and the supernatural while dripping in murder and detective goodness. They’d already seen the movie five times as a group. After having spent the day at prior day one of Comic Con in New York City, they didn’t have a penny between them. Travel was expensive and after begging for a group trip nearly across the country for just one day- none of their parents were likely to humor them.

“Do you remember the ritual?” One of the girls, brown curls in a mess of fuzz and words slurring from the spiked Koolaid.

“Yeah, how could we forget!” Another girl laughed, her tight curls bouncing around her head as she swayed.

“He looked so sexy tied to the chair during it- is that weird? Like- am I weird for that?” Asked the blonde. She found it important in the moment to question what it was okay to find attractive in the way youth do, only beginning figuring themselves out.

“He totally did!” The last girl rocked back where she sat, falling onto her back.

“We should do it.” The brunette perked up after a long drink of Koolaid.

“Do what?” The blonde asked, reaching for the bottle and pretending her small sip was actually a deep drink.

“The ritual.” Brunette was standing and rummaging through the shelves in the back of the basement. Bubble mix and all manner of outdoor toys had been stored away for the impending winter. With a cheer of victory she pulled out a box of chalk. “Let’s do it. Just to see if we remember it.”

“Who would sit in the center?”

“We can put Tom in the center.” Spoke the girl with the dark tight curls, rummaging through her bag. The excitement was catching. “The spell, it was to turn the detective to their side right? What if we turned Tom to our side?”

“You can’t think it would actually work- it’s a movie.”

“My mom,” Started the girl still resting on her back on the ground, long slick black hair spread around her. “She used to say the magic in any ritual is in the intentions.”

“What is your mum, a witch?” Asked the blonde even as she was pulling things out of the center of the room. “Move, get off the floor so I can move the rug.”

“This is dumb, it’s not like Tom’s going to come and sit in our circle.”

“We have the picture he signed, we can use that.”

~~~~~<3

“Here’s the fuckin’ ale, now stop you’r bitching.”

The large, red skinned horned demon slammed the mug down, spilling amber liquid and froth over the rim. He looked almost human in shape but that was where the resemblance ended. She didn’t bother offering him a response as she picked up the heavy horn mug and brought it to her lips.

A unseen and unfelt breeze twisted around where she sat on the bar stool. It picked up the ends of her fire red hair, waves dancing with the energy of it. Her tail, thin as a whip yet full of coiled power lazily cut through it. Red dust picked up off the floor and swirled around her, settling on the toes of her black boots, thigh high with needle thin heels.

Light, dim though it was, reflected off the silver threads woven through the body of her corset. The fabric was soft to the touch but the bone ribs did their job, clenching her waist beyond what a human could withstand. It assured that one of the first things anyone saw when they laid eyes on her was her breasts, pushed high.

The not wind was strong enough to move her earrings, causing them to catch the light and come alive with a million little points of fractured light within the blood red stones. No human could ever mine stones such as these. In the past, stones such as these had been traded for kingdoms, formed with the blood of Eve.

There was a murmur through the room as the not wind died around her and everything again began to still. Lilith’s red lips, stained rather than painted, curled up into a sharp smile. She had felt it- near attempts at summoning her all day. But now, whoever had called for her had succeeded and she had once again been granted passage to the realm of life.

It’d been something like a year and a half since her last meal and while she hungered, she was far from starved. She’d gone much longer between feedings but who was she to turn down a chance to roam the earth for a short spell? Who knows how long it would be until she could again see the moonlight she so loved and feel the fire of passion?

~~~~~<3

Tom smiled and waved, feeling the electricity in the air. It was officially announced and as he had expected, news of Loki’s show on Disney+ had garnered him a roaring cheer. Truth be told, it pleased him more than was proper that it was his show that drew the loudest cheers.

He hadn’t been expecting Loki to even get a show but try as they may, Disney and Marvel couldn’t seem to cut themselves free from the Prince. They never did love or understand Loki the way he had. At least a good number of his fans saw it. He had put so much into Loki and for so long.

The lights dimmed and for a moment flickered out but before anyone could even question anything, they were one again on and as bright as ever. It was probably just a power surge, lord knew they were running enough power through the building with this event.

A part of him feared that wasn’t the case and instead thought back to that woman he shouldn’t have allowed into his bed. He couldn’t remember her clearly and though he knew he hadn’t had much to drink, he couldn’t explain why he hadn’t called the police. There was no reason to think of her now. He hadn’t thought of her much in the last year and a half.

~~~~~<3

As Tom walked toward the booth, there was a coiling tightness around his ankle. Reaching down, he adjusted his sock but the feeling didn’t go away. There wasn’t any time to worry about it. He’d hardly had time to eat, let alone worry about why his sock felt tight around his ankle.

That feeling slunk up higher and higher and he did everything he could to ignore it. It coiled around his thigh as if a snake had been trapped in his pant leg. There wasn’t anything he could do, fans were back to back. Ignore the feeling, smile, sign this, next and repeat. The feeling was distracting, though it was slow moving. Higher and higher.

“One second.” He didn’t wait for anyone to chastise him and though he knew full well it would hold up the line, he gave himself a few seconds to breath.

He had to do something about the way his pants were getting tighter. All he could think of was to yank his jumper down, rather aggressively and smile. Back to signing. Can’t hold up the line. The staff were already giving him looks. Fine, he decided and made a point of leaning forward, over the table just a bit more than he needed to. Bending at the waist, he was able to hide himself as things slowly got tighter.

Just keep signing, just keep signing. Smile, nod. It’s great to meet you. Thank you for the support. Just keep moving.

In the back of the hall, remembered by all though that would be unbelievable should you ever ask anyone who had seen her, was a woman leaning against the wall. Her eyes, violet and alive with an inhuman light, watched her prey. Mothers often told their children not to play with their meals but she had every intention of doing that exact thing.

~~~~~<3

Tom was beyond thankful when the signing ended and he could excuse himself into the back halls. He had only one hour until it was time for the photos and he needed to see to it he wouldn’t embarrass himself or anyone else.

He walked the busy halls, his fingers twitching with every step. Every time someone made eye contact with him, he would pull at his jumper. It was ridiculous, he wasn’t a school boy. His body was simply reacting to something, though he couldn’t even begin to guess as to what. It was natural. Perfectly natural.

Near the photo setup was a private bathroom for staff. He wasted no time in slipping inside, flipping on the switch and locking the door behind him. Three long strides took him to the sink where he turned the water on full blast. Giving into the urge that had plagued him, he pawed at the hardness in his pants and swallowed a groan.

He wasn’t some bloody school boy. He didn’t need to have a quick wank in the bathroom of a public building before he could continue on with his day. It would go down on its own. But what if it didn’t?

Rather than unbuckle his pants like he very much wanted to, he splashed cold water on his face with little care of if he got his hair wet. So what if some of the product in it washed away.

“I could help you with that.”

The voice was melodic, haunting and oh so familiar. Lead balled in his gut as he jerked his head up. Looking in the mirror, there was a woman- The woman leaning against the bathroom door. Red hair alight and a mischievous smile that would have made Loki proud playing on her bright red lips.

Turning around in a rush, he demanded “Who are you?”

But there was no one there. He was alone in the bathroom and he could very well see the door was still locked. Agitation was building within him and he shoved his hand through his hair, almost enjoying the way his fingers caught the tangles and yanked. Anything to ground him. He was losing his mind. He was sure of it.

Thin arms reached around him, hands slipping under his jumper causing him to jump clear out of his skin. He looked down to see nothing, no arms and no hands. Turning back toward the still running sink, he closed his eyes tightly. Gripping the end of the sink, he told himself over and over that it wasn’t real. He was alone. There was no one in this bathroom with him.

Small hands roamed up his chest. Though he couldn’t make sense of it, he could feel as she dragged the edges of her long nails down his abdomen. Muscle twitched and jumped at the touch that shouldn’t be there. Ragged breaths slipped from his lips as a body pressed against his back.

Now the unseen nails traced up his body, up his chest while one hand was holding him to her. How it was a her, he couldn’t say. The tip of a nail traced around his nipple, circling and teasing. It was a light touch, almost tickling until she pinched it.

He couldn’t help the soft moan it pulled out of him. God, it had been forever since he’d gotten laid. He hadn’t been with anyone since the mystery woman. That was what the issue was, or so he told himself. He needed release. His hand wasn’t doing the job well enough anymore. It would have to be good enough for now.

When he reached to unbuckle his belt, his hands were shaking. The action was rushed and he felt relief the moment his fly gave way and his jeans were no longer constricting his manhood.

“Let it out.” The whispered voice urged in his ear and again he looked around to find himself still alone in a locked bathroom.

His mind was foggy with need and he obeyed without a thought. At first he was just going to pull himself free but the idea of having the fabric hunched around his base wasn’t one he liked. He hadn’t exactly picked out his boxers today planning on having a raging erection in a thankfully clean bathroom.

Instead, he shoved his boxers down, allowing them to gather with his jeans around his knees. The air was cold on his exposed flesh but did nothing to put out the fire raging under his skin.

Wrapping his fist around his base, Tom slowly pumped it. Fine, he had decided. A quick wank wouldn’t hurt. Anything to calm the storm of need within him. He needed to calm it for now, so he could finish his day. After, after he could find someone to take to bed. After.

His eyes fell closed for a moment and he signed in relief. The phantom hands were back, resting on his thighs and roaming around to grip his ass. When he cracked open his eyes again, he could see the red headed women who had been at the door before. She was kneeling on the ground with seeming disregard for the fact that it was a bathroom floor.

The hands belonged to her but he couldn’t think about that now. All he could see, all he could focus on was how his need only became greater with her violet eyes looking up at him. Her red lips parted and pink tongue running along the top lip made for a sinful sight.

Faster and faster, he worked his hand over his length, his eyes falling to slits as he watched her. His mind didn’t work, didn’t process or retain what was happening.

She stilled his hand with her own and leaned up. With pure reverence she ran her tongue along the underside of his length. His knees were weak and he had to hold himself up with the sink behind him. Warmth surrounded him as she sucked him into her mouth. Down, down she went, taking every inch of him in a way he’d never seen another woman manage. Sharp teeth scratched at him as he passed into her throat. He could feel every swipe of her tongue, every twitch of her muscles as she swallowed around him.

He moaned as she pulled back, painfully slow. Reaching forward, he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her back down his length. Her hair was even softer than her mouth. As her nose nestled into the patch of coarse curls at his base without even so much as a gag, he pulled her back and off.

Her mouth hung open, ready for him to fill it again. Begging for him to fill it with his cock and who was he to make her wait? Down again, she swallowed him easily as he began to fuck her mouth. Harder, faster. Panting moans slipped from his lips though he tried so hard to hold them in.

Just a moment more. Only a little more. So close. God she felt so good, whoever she was. Right there. A groan ripped from him, low and guttural as a knock sounded at the door, jerking him out of the fog as he spilled hot ropes of seamen over his fast working fist. He was alone.

“Tom, mate? You in there? Photos in five.” Luke’s voice called through the door.

“Y-yeah.” He had to clear his throat and tried twice to get the word out.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” Tom looked around as he softened in his hand. What was he, a boy? How ridiculous was this, caught having a wank in the bathroom. Somehow, he’d burned through almost an hour- how he couldn’t imagine. “I’ll be right there. Have a coffee waiting for me?”

“Sure thing. Get your head on and face the masses.”

Tom held his breath for a few moments, waiting to make sure Luke was really done and gone. Looking around, he spotted the paper towels and shuffled around his mess toward them. After tossing a few onto the mess at on the floor and wiping his hand down, he had to turn his attention back to the mess he had made of his person.

Feeling completely ridiculous for being in this situation, he wiped himself with a damp paper towel. It was quick work, removing traces of his seed from his thighs where he must of flung it off his hand in his hurry. Once that was done, he set to work cleaning the mess from where it had spilled onto his dark jeans then the floor.

~~~~~<3

The first hour of photos had gone well. He was relaxed and at ease. It seemed as much as he had been against it, having that wank had helped get whatever that was out of his system.

It was in the second hour that the tightness around his leg began again. It moved faster now and he did everything he could to focus on the fans. It pained him when a woman would come for her photo, wearing a costume that hardly covered anything. He’d give them a hug, most of them wanted a hug and he tried so hard not to think about how their bodies pressed into him or how they felt in his arms.

Within thirty minutes of the tightness starting around his leg, it felt as if some coiled thing was caressing his thigh. He tried to ignore it but as one fan was replaced by another, higher it crept. He would paw at it, scratch at it in the few short seconds when one fan was being shown out before the next one was brought in.

The tightness was building again in his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to hide away and end the photo session early. A new fan was brought in, young and blonde. She was short, so short that when he looked down at her, he could clearly see her breasts down her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and the shirt didn't do anything to hide her from his gaze. That feeling in his leg moved just a little higher as the woman wrapped her arms around him.

She told him her name and he couldn’t be bothered to remember. Her dress was short and with her arms reaching up around his neck, it drew even higher up her thighs. That thing, wrapped around his leg was coiled around him now. It was caressing his balls in a way that nothing should have been able to while he was wearing tight jeans.

His pants got tighter as she explained that she wanted her photo of him holding her from behind. She moved into place and he wrapped his arms around her small frame. For a moment, an impulse surfaced to cup her breast, it wouldn't fill his hand but looked so soft and warm but he fought it off.

Instead, he pulled her to him and swallowed a moan when her back pressed against his crotch. His jeans were far tighter than they had any right being.

“Like this?” He asked, his voice heavy. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t question it.

“Yeah.” She nodded, not noticing how he looked down at her and completely unaware that he could see down the top of her dress. He could see the way her nipples pebbled against the fabric of the dress, unaware of the war within him. The neckline was low and wide and from his vantage towering over her, she may as well not be wearing it.

He would have gladly bent her over the chair behind the curtain and fucked her, if he could have. Instead, he wished her a good day and waved while hoping that it was a smile on his face rather than a grimace.

A couple was shown in as he pawed at the length of his cock, having tried to shift it to a more unnoticeable place. Tom prayed for the tightness to go down as he faced them. A hug for the wife, a handshake for the husband. Eye contact was hard when all he wanted was touch his cock again.

He prayed she wanted to stand in front of him or a similar pose but he wasn’t so lucky. They had paid for two pictures so two they would get. The first was easy, though it was painful to kneel, he was able to mask his manhood when he held out a supplied black velvet ring box to the wife while her husband stood glaring from the side. Pictures of a mock proposal, how classy.

Standing was a relief. It felt like the pressure from kneeling in his jeans was going to crush his cock. It was painful but did nothing to calm the hardness. He couldn’t be so lucky.

The second photo was simple. Tom would sling an arm around each of them and they would hold him. Smile into the camera and pray that whoever was in charge of photo editing would do something about the very clear erection that would show up.

“One second.” The photographer called out, turning to the computer. “It came out weird- going to retake it.”

“Don’t think about how well I sucked your cock.” That velvet voice came in his ear.

“What?” Tom choked on the word.

“Almost ready.” The photographer called out.

He could feel those phantom hands on him again, nails tracing under his shirt. He hadn’t thought it was possible to get any harder. An unseen palm ran down his thigh, over his cock and he struggled not to moan. Whatever it was he was feeling, surely a hallucination for lack of food and too much work, it was going to make him come in his pants.

“Alright. We’re good.” The photographer announced and Tom tried to focus on him. He was an older man who looked to be on deaths door. It was far better to focus on him than the way the phantom hands felt.

“Remember how good it felt to fuck my mouth?” The voice asked and Tom told himself again and again that he had been alone in the bathroom. There hadn’t been a woman in there with him and she wasn’t there now. He told himself she wasn’t real even as his stomach tightened and he spilled into his pants.

Luke was going to kill him.

~~~~~<3

Tom slipped into the back of the black SUV and pretended to listen to Luke. He looked forward to nothing more than getting back to the hotel and locking himself away for a shower. Once he washed away the shame of the day, he needed to go out to a club. He needed to find someone who wouldn’t mind never speaking of the night again and taking her back to his room.

“You listening at all?” Luke sounded exasperated. The day hadn’t even made it to a close without people noticing he was a bit out of sorts and picking him apart in pictures. There were rumors that he was aroused in them and Luke was wanting to know why it looked that way.

“I’m sorry.” Tom sighed. “Must be coming down with something. Head’s not on right.”

“Well get your ‘head’ straightened out.” Luke’s words were heavy with warning. He would not be pleased if this happened again and Tom understood. It was a PR nightmare.

“Yep. Understood. Night.” Tom didn’t wait for Luke when the car rolled to a stop.

The last thing he needed was to risk Luke noticing that his… situation hadn’t improved. The whole drive, Tom had to sit suffering while trying so hard not to fidget in his seat. That thing he had felt coiling around his leg was back. It had been for a while but at this point it was painfully high on his thigh, rubbing against his stiffness.

Grabbing the first elevator he saw, he was thankful for the empty car and Luke being slowed down by a group of guests leaving the building. Tom took deep breaths as he waited for his floor. That feeling was coiled around his member now, pulsating and he rubbed it through his jeans, cameras be damned.

The moment the doors slipped open, he was jogging down the hall. It took three tries to get the card reader to let him in. The moment the light turned green, he opened the door while working his belt opened.

There was an urgency in his mind that he couldn’t explain but he needed to be free from his clothes right away. He needed them off. Before the door had even clicked shut behind him, he had yanked his jumper up and over his head and kicked his feet free from his boots. Tossing it aside, he pulled his belt off the loops and sent it across the room without care or thought to where it would land or what it would hit. Warm hands slipped around his back as he unbuttoned his jeans, sending a bolt of adrenaline through him and snapping him out of the fever.

“Who are you?” Whirling around, he came face to face with the woman he had seen in the bathroom. “You’re not real.”

Her hips swayed as she seductively closed the distance, coming close enough to walk her red painted nails up his abdomen “Do I not feel real?”

“What are you?” He backed away but she only stepped forward, refusing to allow him to put any distance between them.

“Whatever you want me to be.” She answered, her voice honey sweet. “And whoever your wish me to be. Your deepest desires, darkest wants, let me grant them.”

Before Tom’s eyes, her form shimmered and shifted until the woman standing before him was one he had known before. She was taller now and hair a mess of blonde and ironed flat. Wide eyes were full of innocence and ocean blue looked up at him. He knew it wasn’t her. She had grown and chanced since they had been together, she had moved on as had he. She didn’t want him anymore and he didn’t want her.

Yet, in that exact moment, he wanted her more than he had ever before.

“What the bloody hell are you?” He demanded, stepping back.

She reached out and hooked a long finger in the waist band of his jeans even as her form again shifted and shimmered. Violet eyes looked up at him once again as her finger traced the line of his underwear.

“I’m what I am. And right now, I am hungry and-” Her finger dropped down, tracking down the front of his pants, along the zipper and down the hardness straining against his thigh. “judging from this, you are too.”

“Don’t touch me.” Tom forced out, stepping away and this time, she didn’t chase him. “Leave me alone.”

“You don’t actually want that.” She turned and meandered through his hotel room as if she belonged there, completely unconcerned. “I was summoned, sent for you. I cannot change that, nor can you. My purpose must be completed, so you may as well enjoy it.”

“Summoned?” Tom attempted to put the bed between them.

“It matters not.” She shook her head and Tom watched mesmerized as her waves of red hair moved as if liquid fire. “You want me and until you have me, you’ll not be satisfied. Have I not shown you that already? Why fight it? Just come to me. Give yourself to me.”

“You where there.” He needed to leave. This was wrong. She wasn’t human. It was insanity.

“In the bathroom? Oh you tasted so good, using my throat.” A moan slipped out of her as she tilted her head back, running her fingers down her exposed neck. It was milky white and begging for him to leave his mark on it.

“Leave.” He demanded again. His voice louder now.

“I was there, during the photos too. You heard me.” Her tail was swaying out behind her and Tom was very sure that a tail was exactly what it was. The small horns on her head were real. She was real and Tom vowed to go to church weekly from here on out. She was a demon and she was here for him, though he had no understanding about why. “You felt me. Oh what a dirty man you were, letting me work over your cock while you stood for photos with your adoring fans.”

“You did that!” He yelled. “It’s my career, not a game for your sick amusement. Leave me alone!” He was roaring now, praying that someone would hear, come and save him from whatever demon this was.

“I did.” She purred, stepping closer to him once again as he made a move for the door. Turning, he took his eyes off her for a moment and in that instant, he found her leaning against the door. It couldn’t be possible for her to be there already but somehow, she was.

“How?” He stuttered out, backing away from her a few steps. Each step took him closer to the bed and each step was harder to make. Absently, he reached down intending to pull his jeans up and button them but instead he ran his palm over his straining cock.

“Was it hard,” She purred, stepping forward as his eyes roamed her chest for a moment before darting around the room, looking for a way out. “to keep from moaning when you came in your pants? Right in front of a camera too!”

She brought her hand to her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out. Again, Tom ran his palm over his cock, trapped in his pants. His mind reminded him how good her mouth had looked, wrapped around him while she knelt on the bathroom floor.

He hadn’t seen her move but she was before him again, slipping her hand under his. Long fingers wrapped around him, gripping his cock as best she could through the jeans and this time, he couldn’t contain the moan that slipped from his parted lips.

“You want me.” She purred, slipping for a moment into the skin of a woman he had dated so long ago. Brown hair and eyes were highlighted by perfect makeup. The next instant she was in the form of a girl, the one he had lusted over as a school boy before once again slipping into her own skin.

“Don’t do that.” He pleaded as a shuddering breath escaped him. He wanted to back away but couldn’t.

“Those forms do little for you.” She signed only to have her red lips curl up in a smirk. “No, I think you’re far more naughty than I give you credit for. One taste me from what, over a year ago and now it’s only me you want.”

“How?” He tried to make his feet move as she began to run her nails over him, lightly scratching and tracing the contours of his muscles.

“I’m what I am.” She purred her non-answer and Tom tried to challenge it. The longer this went on, the more he was urged to question why he cared. He had a plan, coming into his hotel to have a wank and go to a club, find a woman. Was this really that different?

“You can turn me down, if you wish.” As her nail traced over his nipple, he wondered if that was really true. “Seek satisfaction from another. Give it to yourself. But it won’t be the same.”

“What do you mean.” His voice was shaking and heavy. She was so close, he could smell her. It was a scent, heavy with smoke.

“I think you know.” Her nail again trailed low, down his torso until it caught in the valley where the zipper to his jeans had slowly began to work its way down. “You won’t find satisfaction from another. You’ll be haunted with want, need until you call for me yourself. And I can wait- I’ve got all the time in the world and while I hunger for you again, I can sustain myself on the memory of our last meeting. Do you really wish to do that to yourself?”

She sank to her knees, looking up at him with those bright violet eyes. He couldn’t even begin to deny how good she looked on her knees before him, breasts pushed up by the corset she wore. Fingers ran over his abdomen as she leaned forward, pink tongue darting out only to run along the covered length of his cock. He wanted to push his hands through her hair and take her but this was wrong.

“No.” He groaned.

It very much sounded like a ‘yes’ to her. Lilith leaned forward on her knees and pulled the tiny metal tab to his zipper between her too perfect teeth and inched it down. Running her hands down his hips, she pushed the thick fabric down his thighs and though he couldn’t understand how, his boxers fell with them.

His cock sprang free and she looked greedily upon it. She’d had many grand meals in her days. She’d been around for a long time, since the dawn of mankind. She’d seen men rise and fall. King and Queens both have fed her soul and welcomed her to their beds. Noble knights and fierce generals sent her to distract those who did raise their ire. And yet in all her time, there were few men who sated her this the way this one did.

“You need to leave.” Tom said, though his voice was rough, strained with need and didn’t even sound convincing in his own ears.

Looking up at him, she batted those too bright eyes as she leaned forward, reaching out for his cock with the tip of a delicate pink tongue. Tom shuddered as she ran it up the underside of his cock. He balled his fists at his sides and swallowed a moan.

Lilith wasn’t one to be deterred and ran her tongue back down to the base of his cock. Without care of the sparse hairs, she dipped her tongue lower still, running down along his balls before pulling one inside her mouth. She teased it with her tongue before letting it pop back out.

“Leave.” It sounded like he had a mouth full of gravel in his throat. Though Lilith had meant it when she said she would leave him if he wished it, he had to actually want it with all his being. She smiled up at him, not finding him at all sure enough.

“You don’t want that.” Tom couldn’t contain the moan that was pulled from his throat when her tongue circled the head of his cock.

The sound only encouraged her to tease it more. She wanted him and he wanted her. It was only a matter of time before he gave in and took what she was offering. She pulled more of him onto her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. He tasted so very good as precum already leaked from the tip.

Reaching up, she ran her hands over his strong thighs and pulled herself to him. He shuffled back in response, still at war with his need and sanity. She followed on her knees, not letting him slip from her mouth.

She took more and more of him into her mouth, stopping when she felt him hit the back of her mouth. With wide eyes, she watched him as she pulled back until he popped free. His eyes were locked on her as she peppered his shaft with kitten licks. It was a matter of time before his resolve broke and she could see that moment quickly approaching.

Again, she slipped her head down his cock. There was no rush as she inched down, enjoying the smooth feel of him. Under her fingertips, she could feel muscle twitch and bunch with each swirl of her tongue and she silently begged him to give her what she craved.

As he hit the back of her throat, she moaned and every ounce of self restraint, every fiber of his sanity snapped. Before he had even realized, his fingers were tangled once again in the too smooth waves of her hair as he bucked harshly forward. She should have choked, part of him wanted her to choke. Maybe then she would leave.

She didn’t choke however. She didn’t so much as flinch. He could feel her throat tighten before relaxing, allowing him to slip deeper. She shouldn’t be able to breath with the way he lodged himself in her throat but she only looked up at him, wide glowing eyes begging for him to give her more.

Her nose nestled in the curls at the base of his cock and he held her there, fingers curled into a fist in her hair. Saliva trailed down from her lips, unable to swallow it around him. In a seductive show he was somehow sure was intended for him alone, it dripped from her chin and down onto the curves of her breasts.

Yanking her back off of him, he expected her to cry out. To finally understand that she needed to leave. If he took her, he would make her regret it.

Instead, she looked up at him and smiled. Somehow, her ruby red lips were not even smeared and Tom wondered if that was just the color they were.

“Give it to me. Give me more. Use me, like you want to.” She begged and Tom knew he shouldn’t consider doing exactly what she wanted.

Using the hand in her hair, he threw her back and away from him. “Get out.”

“You want me.” She purred, raising up to her hands and knees. “Take pleasure in me.”

As she crawled toward him, he couldn’t help but admire the way her back arched and the roundness of her ass. Still, when her fingertips reached up and grazed his thighs, he flinched from her.

She needed to leave. He needed her to leave. This wasn’t right. He didn’t want this, though every fiber of his being cried out for her. He should be pushing her away but instead, he was rooted in place. He was powerless as she slowly rose up on her knees, wrapping her fingers around his cock and licking the slit in his tip.

He didn’t think about it. He couldn’t keep thinking. He needed her to go but god did he not want her to leave. Once again, his hand was in her hair and he forced her down on his cock. It didn’t matter in the moment if she was ready or even willing to take his cock into her throat again.

She gladly accepted his cock with giddy glee as he forced it down her throat. She moaned around him as he pulled himself free. She gasped for air and held her mouth open for him. Again he slammed home. Each time, he pushed her down his length as she gripped his thighs.

When she would clench her throat around him, sputter and make a show of choking it only spurred him on. Her tail curled around, caressing his lower leg while she pulled tears into her eyes.

Oh yes, this man wanted a show. He wanted to feel in control even while his control was so very gone. She could let him think he was in control. In order to get him to give her what she needed, she could oh so gladly be what he wanted.

Spittle ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest and the ground as he worked himself, again and again into her mouth. This man, he didn’t want her to be someone else. He wanted her to be someone he could use and take from. She didn’t have to tell him that she was the one doing the actual taking.

There was little for her to do other than hold onto his thighs and allow herself to rock back on her knees with each thrust of his hips. His fist in her hair guided her head as he worked himself.

His rhythm faltered. Each thrust came more forceful. Forever, he would long to fuck a mouth again like he did hers and never would a human be able to take it. She expected that he would spill down her throat again but instead, he yanked her back.

White ropes poured from him as he came with a deep moan that resonated in her core. She looked up at him with those pleading eyes as he spilled his seed, uncaring for the way he left his mark on her neck, shoulders and chest. It was warm and sticky and everything Lilith wanted.

“There.” He was winded, panting breaths slipping from his chest. His eyes were clouded and foggy. Without a doubt, Lilith knew he thought he was in control but he was so very much under her power. “I’ve used you.”

“You have.” She purred as she ran her finger over the rope of cum just over the cup of her corset only to bring the digit to her mouth. He watched with dark eyes as she swirled her tongue around it, making a show out of cleaning it. A throaty moan slipped from her lips as she enjoyed the taste.

“I don’t need you anymore.”

“Except you do.” Reaching up, she cupped his balls with one hand. Rising on her knees, she nuzzled the base of his still hard cock.

“I don’t.”

“Than why are you still so very hard?” In a fluid motion, she was on her feet and once again dancing her fingertips over his abdomen and chest. Nails traced muscles in a seductive dance as he shuffled his feet, trying to buy himself some space to breath. His pants were still tangled around his ankles and he couldn’t do much but shuffle.

Lilith wasn’t one do be denied even if he thought for a moment that he had a choice in the matter. Fingertips walked up his chest as she wrapped her arm around his neck, drawing herself closer to him.

He was frozen in place. Under where she rested one hand, she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Leaning into him, she let her head rest on his on his shoulder. If it wasn’t for him being naked, save for the pants around his ankles, and the way his seed was smearing onto his chest, it would have looked like a sweet moment between a couple.

When his cock, trapped between then twitched, she smiled. He did not reach out to hold her but she could feel his longing. It was subtle, when he shifted his hips against her but he couldn’t hide the gasp that escaped him at the slight friction.

He knew he needed more. He wanted more.

Darting her tongue out, she traced a line up his neck before capturing his ear between her teeth. When she pulled on it, he moaned and at his sides, his fingers flexed as he resisted the urge to grab her. That was fine by her.

Dragging her teeth, she pulled back until his earlobe popped from between her lips. She wasted no time in getting to work, kissing, nibbling and grazing his neck with her teeth. When she focused in on the spot, just below his ear she was rewarded with a deep moan.

Tiling his head to the side, he tried to put distance between her and the spot but it didn’t do any good. She chased it and kept working at it. While he was focused on her lips, he didn’t realize her hand began to roam until long fingers circled around his cock.

Two pumps, that was all it too for every doubt to no longer matter to him. His arms wrapped around her. Harshly, he tugged her lips from his neck so that he could devour them himself. It was a harsh kiss, forceful and full of nipping teeth.

Tom’s other hand set to work ripping at the laces holding her corset against her body. She worked his cock with her hand as she felt the corset fall away from her. His large hands, cold but strong quickly cupped her breasts. Fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples as Tom walked backward, pulling her along with him.

His legs made contact with the bed and he almost fell back. Wrapping his hands around her so impossibly perfect and thin waist, he lifted her and turned, tossing her on the bed. Kicking off his pants, he didn’t give her more than a few seconds to settle before climbing over her.

Taking a nipple, already standing at point for him, into his mouth, he pawed at her boots. They had looked so good, covering her legs but now he needed them off of her. It took three tries for him to get the zipper between his fingers.

One, than the other were tossed to the side. Tom didn’t even register the sound of glass breaking as one boot landed on the dresser, pushing a glass to the floor where it shattered.

She reached out for him, wanting to touch him. Though she was well able to feel his need, feed of that need she wanted more. So much more. Harshly, he shoved her hands aside as he sat up.

“Bloody hell.” He mumbled in moment of clarity while he ran a hand through his hair. He took in everything about her. Her tail curled and twisted along the bed. Pale skin was marred by red circles left by his too harsh grip.

He watched as she ran her hand over her stomach and up, cupping her breast. Tilting her head back, she let out a moan as she pinched her nipple. He was frozen in place as he watched her run her teeth over her lip. Never in his life had he wanted a woman as bad as he wanted her.

When he ripped her pants down her legs, the sound of ripping fabric was drowned out by her velvet moans and his panting breaths. It didn’t matter to her and it so clearly didn’t matter to him in that moment.

His hands were harsh when he slipped them under he thighs and pulled her legs apart. Fingers dipped between her lips as his palm cupped her mound. With a moan, she arched her hips into his touch.

When he withdrew his hand, she whined. Tom brought his hand to his lips and found her taste to be so much more intoxicating than anything he could remember having. Leaning forward, he knelt at her core.

As he ran his tongue up her slit, she squirmed on the bed. With a firm hand, he held her down, stilling her hips as he lapped at her. Fingers slipped deep inside as her worked his tongue over her clit.

He worked her close to her orgasm only to withdraw at the last moment. It was beyond clear as she gazed up at him with heavy eyes that he was enjoying the power he thought he had over her. That was just as well.

Reaching out, she grabbed his cock and pumped him. Yes, it was best to keep him distracted by need so he wouldn’t think too much. It did the trick and he worked his way up her body. He left a trail of kisses and nips as he worked, moving onto a new spot only when red was blooming where he was.

He lined up with her entrance and without care or consideration for her comfort, he pushed himself inside. She arched her back below him, letting out a deep moan that was perhaps the most honest sound to leave her lips all day. All it had done was pull a matching moan from him.

She was wet and clamping around his cock. The wet heat was something he remembered from the last time he was buried within her. It was a burning heat that he had never felt with another. It was the most intoxicating thing, more so than even her taste.

Arms and legs hooked around him as she rocked her hips, urging him to move the moment he was fully seated inside. It didn’t take much to urge him into action. Running her hands over him, his chest, shoulders and back, she urged him on with touch and words both.

He moved over her, inside of her. As her nails scratched down his back, she pulled a needy moan from him. It was the most glorious of sounds. The pure sexual energy in that sound alone would sustain her for a month. Sill, she wanted more. That was part of her curse, she was always going to want more. Crave it. Need it.

“More.” She pleaded and he pushed her legs up higher along his waist, hitting deeper and drawing a cry from her as his reward.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She looked so damned good, under him. Red hair was spread out on the bed, looking so much like flame. The whip like tail reached around her to caress the back of his thighs. The feeling was one that he couldn’t even begin to understand but he loved it just the same.

She begged for more and he craved it just as much, perhaps even more so. It seemed as if warmth spread out from her fingertips as she ran her hands through his hair. It only added to the impossible fire raging within him. It made no sense but she was simultaneously the source of the fire and the only thing that could put it out.

Running his hand up one of her arms, he caught her hand and pulled it from him. With a shift of his weight, he pinned it to the mattress after catching the other. Her wrists were so small that he was able to keep them captive with one of his hands, leaving the other free to roam her taught body.

She whimpered and begged for him, fingertips flexing as more of his weight settled on her wrist. He didn’t spare so much as a thought to if he was hurting her. She wasn’t complaining and that was good enough for him.

His free hand roamed her body as he worked himself into her, again and again. Pinching fingers tugged and twisted at her nipple and gripped her breast. Fingers dug into the soft skin with bruising force that pulled gasping moans from her throat.

Fingers trailed down, lower and lower. They gripped her side, then her thighs as he pulled them even higher up along his side. Leaning back, he hooked her legs over his shoulders. The change allowed him to hit deeper, harder as he dragged her arms down from over her head to being pinned at her side.

One arm crossed over her body, pushing her breast up in the most delectable way. He held her tightly, uncaring of her pleasure as he roughly fucked into her. The way her breasts bounced with each slap of his hips into her, they jerked as the shock wave pushed her up toward the head of the bed. His firm grip pulled her back toward him, each time.

While he wasn’t going out of his way to offer her pleasure, she seemed to be taking plenty from him. Her moans filled the room as he finally decided it was time for her to come apart. She’d made him come in the bathroom. She’d made him come in his pants like a boy. It was time he made her come.

Fingers played over that little nub of nerves and she squirmed under him with renewed fever. The moans that slipped from her lips sounded harsher, more honest and drew his mouth into a lustful smile. She had acted as if she had all the control but look at her squirm under his touch. Look at how her back arched and her breasts bounced.

He could feel her wet cunt tightening, gripping his cock. Against his hips, her thighs trembled. He could feel her whole body winding tight under his ministrations. He worked his fingers over her, though her slick all while never letting his pace slow.

The moan that left her in the moment where the spring snapped was something Tom would always crave to hear again. She clutched him impossibly tight as he watched muscles contract and spasm, powered by the force of her orgasm.

Tom pulled himself from her even as she still was contracting around him, uncaring about how she whined at the lose of him or the stimulation he provided. Strong hands pulled her up, forced her to roll to her knees. It didn’t matter to him if she was comfortable when he slammed back inside of her from behind.

Fingertips gripped her hips, dug into her as he moved. Each time he withdrew was painfully slow and yet each thrust forward was harsh. The force sent her rocking forward. It was difficult to remain on her hands and her elbows buckled. Tom didn’t give it any thought as his pace increased.

With her head resting on the bed, he found he rather liked that sight. It dismayed him when she found her hands and went to push herself up. He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t done taking her in such a barbaric way. As she began to push herself up on her hands, his palm rested center between her shoulder blades and pushed her down.

With her pinned in place, he was able to take his other hand off her hip, gripping the headboard. It was close now. So close. Just a little bit more. When the force of the thrusts rocked the bed, pinching his fingers between the headboard and the wall, he realized he needed to change positions. He had something to give her, something she was drawing from him in a way he couldn’t even begin to understand. All he knew is he had to give it to her. He had to surrender it to her.

Wrapping his fist in her hair, he pulled her up on her knees. If it hurt her or not didn’t cross his mind in the moment but the action only pulled a throaty moan from her lips.

“Harder.” She panted, struggling to hold herself right.

He complied, wrapping one arm around her and circling her his hand around to cup her breast. The soft mound jiggled and moved in his hand with each harsh thrust. His fingers let her liquid smooth hair slip free as her head rolled back, resting on his chest.

He looked down at her, watched the way her body moved against his as he ran his now free hand over her shoulder. Her slick had coated his thighs and he could see where it glistened on her.

After harshly pinching a nipple, he trailed his hand down and let his fingers slip through her sopping folds. She was so maddeningly wet that his fingers were able to glide effortlessly over her clit. Deep throaty moans left her as she reached up, hooking her arms around his neck behind her.

Capturing his ear between her lips, she gave it a harsh suck after running her tongue over the lobe. Panting pleas for more passed from her lips to his ear as his fingers found the base of her neck.

“More.” She cried as she sank her teeth into his neck, leaving a bruising bite behind. “More.” She begged as she sucked at the mark, just below his ear. “More.”

And he was more than willing to give it to her. His fingers wrapped around her neck and he squeezed, just enough to feel the power of the position rush over him, rush through him.

Even in that moment, deep in the back of his mind, something was screaming at him that he wasn’t in control, that he didn’t want this. Yet, never once had he felt as in control of a moment as he did right then.

“More.” This time it was he that panted the word in a voice he hardly recognized as his one. “So close.”

She sucked at that spot again and a garbled moan left him. It felt like the world shattered as his rhythm stuttered and stilled. He spilled inside her, uncaring of the potential repercussions. Deep, shuddering breaths passed into his chest as he held her pinned against him. A purr like moan slipped from her lips as it felt like every ounce of energy was drained from him.

She was so soft, so warm against him that when his hand slipped from her neck, it wrapped around her waist. He fell to the bed, holding her to him as they landed on their sides. She made no effort to move away as sleep quickly claimed in while he was still seated within her.

When she did get up, she made no effort to keep the mess spilling from her off the bed. Let him see it and be reminded of what they had done. He shifted as she left his embrace, fingers flexing and searching but did not wake.

He wouldn’t wake for some time. She had done as she was summoned to do and drained him of all he had to offer. Standing over him, uncaring of the window with it’s open curtains, she watched him sleep. His neck was marred with her mark and that pleased her.

She was so very fond of this meal. Whatever he had done to have someone summon her to him twice now, she was thankful for it. With one last parting look, she ran her fingers through her hair and straightened the mess he had made of it.

Grabbing his jumper from the ground, she slipped it over her head and took joy in the comfort of the soft fabric, worn thin with age. Nipples poked at the thin fabric as it clung to her, draping off her chest and falling down over her hips. The hem caressed her thigh. It wasn’t often that she took prizes but she was rather fond of this meal.

She thought about putting her pants on but decided against it. Standing in front of the mirror, she fluffed the roots of her hair and pulled her tail up under the shirt, wrapping it around her waist. Red marks littered her neck, exposed shoulder and chest.

A sly smirk crossed her lips as she turned back and walked to the bed, uncaring of the glass under her feet. It didn’t hurt her. Nothing could hurt her anymore. Leaning down, she kissed him softly on his red, parted lips. For a moment, she nuzzled into his neck, thankful for the meal he had provided her.

Looking out around the room. Lights shined through the lacy curtains. The heavier drapes had been left open, probably to offer light and warmth. It was late and Lilith spared him one last glance as she turned off the lights and stepped out of the room. Her boots, corset, pants and panties were all left where they lay. Stepping into the hall in nothing but his jumper, she pulled the door closed behind her.

“Isn’t that the room Tom Hiddleston went into yesterday?” A hushed voice from down the hall drew her attention. Lilith looked to the women, clearly guests of the hotel who had been on their way back to their room from the pool. “That looks like his shirt too.”

Lilith smiled at them and held her head high as she walled down the hall toward them. She may have been wearing nothing more than his shirt, she may have been walking with bare feet but still she walked with all the command of the goddess she had been born to be.

~~~~~<3

Tom’s mind swam as there was pounding at the hotel door. He wanted nothing more than to sleep for a year. Maybe two.

“I’m coming in, dammit!” Luke’s voice cut through the fog and Tom wondered why the fuck Luke was miffed at what felt like the middle of the night. Sleep fogged his mind and Tom dozed more.

The door opened and the man came storming into the room. “Christ! You could have covered up!” A pillow crashed into Tom’s crotch, making him realize that he was in fact very naked. It felt like he had aged fifty years. “What the bloody hell happened to the glass? You know what, I don’t give a shit. Why are you not dressed? Why are you still asleep, for that matter? You were to be at the convention hall over an hour ago!”

Luke was on a full tangent as Tom sat up.

“Bloody hell, what did you let her do to your neck?! There’s no way to cover that!”

“Let who do to my what?” Tom ran his hand through his hair as he held the pillow to his crotch, fighting to right his mind.

“The woman I assume this corset goes to.” Luke picked up the offending item of clothing and tossed it to Tom in disgust. “Where is she?”

“I don’t…”

“She’s not here.” Luke announced, peeking into the bathroom and finding it empty. “Get dressed. Casual today. And do try not to get too excited to have your picture taken today- I’ve not cleaned up THAT mess yet.”

“What are you talking about?” Tom couldn’t keep up, even as he struggled into a clean pair of boxers after making his way to the bathroom.

“Oh? You’ve been too busy sleeping off what I can only imagine was a hell of a bender to get my messages?” Luke raged. In truth, he was beyond surprised, frustrated and confused by the actions of his long time friend and client. “In the pictures from the last hour yesterday, you had a clear boner. Please do try not to repeat it, ever.”

Tom settled in to spend the ride to day two of the convention while Luke lectured every spare moment. He deserved every harsh word and more as pictures surfaced of a the redheaded woman slipping out of his room. She was wearing nothing but his trademark blue jumper. In the pictures, she looked nothing but perfectly human. Tom struggled to understand his memories of what had happened, few though they were as Luke demanded to know who she was.

~~~~~<3

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