#and that’s why imma do it myself and make my own food

[lyriumsings]

i’ve decided i’m going to bed after tophs episode because she’s one of my favorite characters to ever exist too she’s so fucking cool and she’s like 11 the 7 yr old in me is still looking up to her to this day

[sturniololoco]

Can’t hate you pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up this morning to what felt like a monkey on my bed, only to find out that it was Chris, jumping up and down.

“Get up loser, we’re going to get food!” He yells, giving me a wet-willy before sprinting out of my room.

“Aw-you mother fucker!” I yell, jumping out of my bed to chase him down the stairs.

I see him up ahead, rounding the corner to the kitchen. I do the same, but instead of finding Chris, I find myself running straight into what felt like a brick wall.

“Fuck…” I say under my breath, rubbing my head where I made contact.

I hear Chris laughing from behind the island, and I shoot him the middle finger.

I look up to see what I made contact with, only to be met with the grey-blue eyes of Nate.

He hold out a hand to help me up, but I scoff, ignoring his hand while stand and brush myself off.

My head still hurt immensely as I walked into the kitchen, giving Chris the biggest side eye I could.

“Well isn’t someone just a bundle of joy this morning?” Nate says, resting his chin on his hand while he leans on the island, looking at me.

I roll my eyes, scoff again, then walk upstairs to get ready.

-

I walk downstairs, hair curled, makeup perfect, and dressed in a pair of cargo jeans and a baby tee.

Yes, I feel like a boss bitch, and yes, everyone knows imma boss bitch.

“Okay sis! I see you!” Nick says, giving me a twirl. I laugh then look to the living room to see Chris and Matt golf clapping. But Nate is just staring, his moth half open.

What the fuck is his problem?

I ignore him and follow my brothers to the car, him close in behind.

"SLS/N, just sit in the middle today, there's no point in putting the seat down for a 10-minute drive," Matt says, climbing into the car and starting it.

Oh my fucking god, why is this happening to me?!

Not wanting to start problems, I sigh then get in, ick on my right, Nate unfortunately on my left.

The whole ride there his thigh was uncomfortably close to mine, so it was a huge relief when Matt pulled into the IHOP parking lot.

We got out and then got checked into a booth near the back of the restaurant. Before anyone could argue, I called sitting in the middle of Matt and Chris.

We got settled in our booth, and then Nick started to pull out his phone and make an Instagram post.

it said, What poses do you want for our next photo shoot?

"We're doing a photoshoot?" Matt asked, already not looking forward to it.

"Yes Mat. and you're not gonna have a Mattitude about it," Nick said, giving him a stern look. I giggled at how well he knew my brother.

Before Matt could come back with an answer, our waitress came over, asking what we wanted to drink.

"I'll just have water please," I said quietly, then she walked away.

Chris poked me in the rib, using a baby voice while he said,

"Aww, is somebody a wittle shy?" The whole table burst into giggles, all but me, whose face had gone hot and was now punching Chris in the arm.

"Ow, SLS/N!" He whined as his laughing stopped.

"Aww, does someone need me to call the ambulance?" I asked, giving him a baby voice of my own.

Now it was his turn to go red, as Nick reached across the table, fist bumping me. What can I say, I learned my comebacks from the best.

-

As we climbed back into the back, we were all deciding what to wear for the photo shoot.

"I think we should all wear merch," Chris said.

We all nodded in agreement, heading home to get ready.

-

By the time we were all ready, the camera was charged, and we were ready to go, it was beginning to get dark. We drove to McDonalds, grabbing some drinks before driving around to find the place to shoot.

We decided to head the the parking garage down the street, as it had the best lighting.

We found a spot where there were no cars. Nick scrolled through his responses, looking for poses.

We took alot of photos. some with just the triplets, some with one of them individually, and then some duets.

One of my favorites where the one where I was on Chris's back while he was racing down the drive.

Nate got some as well, posing with Chris and Matt, then some individuals for his own Instagram.

Then Nick said the worst news I ever wanted to hear.

"Alot of fans want some pics of SLS/N and Nate. We should do those real quick."

I whipped my head around to stare at him, giving him wide eyes. He gave me a pleading look, begging me with his eyes.

I rolled my own, mumbling,

"Let's just get this over with."

We took a few next to each other, our arms around each other's backs in a side hug.

Our next pose was us standing back to back, holding up our sweet teas,, while death staring at the camera.

"These are so good! Hold still for two more seconds." Nick said, getting lower to take the shot.

Matt and Chris sent knowing smirks in my direction, making me angrier and angrier by the second.

"You better smile, kid. Wouldn't want people thinking I look better than the princess." Nate said under his breath, in my direction.

That sent me over the edge.

I pushed myself off of his back as I whipped around. I tore the lid of my sweet tea and threw it at him.

He was completely soaked.

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled, walking towards the stairs leading to the sidewalk outside of the building that led to our house, leaving the boys there to stare at my retreating figure.

-

I walked all the way home and up to my room, slamming my door before collapsing on my bed. My face was still burning with anger,

or was I blushing?

OooooooOooooooo!!!

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[zprites]

Rise! Turtles with Sick S/O Headcanons

So, since I am fighting for my life against mono (yet again), I wanted to write out some headcanons on how I think the Rise! boys would care for their sick S/O. Just a silly little list, but I hope ya'll enjoy!

Imma go lay down now.

Taglist: @turtle-babe83, @manduse, @morning-sun-brah, @crazysarah-98, @pacoholin, @iamdefinitelytheratking

Raphael

Look, he loves you with all his heart and will go to the ends of the earth if it would make you feel better

Will make darn sure you don't overexert yourself

Unfortunately this means that he will literally not let you get out of bed and insists on doing everything himself

Which can get a tad annoying, but his heart is in the right place

"Why aren't you in bed?", "Raph, babe, please I need to pee. No-stop! I don't need help, I can pee by myself!"

Will still hover outside the bathroom

Gives you so much water - wants to be sure you're getting enough fluids, bladder be damned

Out of meds? No problem - he will go to the drugstore at 4am to get you anything you might need

Leonardo

Will get you literally anything you need

Spoils you all the time already, but when you're sick? Oh boy, be prepared to be spoiled

However he will still find a way to tease/flirt in an effort to lift your spirits

“Hey, is it hot in here or is it just you?”, "Leo, my temperature is literally 100.4 F.", "Don't worry darling, I have the fire extinguisher ready in case you combust."

Having body aches? He's already drawn a warm bath with a few drops of eucalyptus oil with your name on it

Will also gently massage your body if it's super sore in some areas

Checks your temperature religiously while writing down everything in a little notebook to monitor how you're recovering

Expect to still get full on kisses on the mouth - he is not afraid to get sick too and suffer alongside you

Donatello

You bet your ass this man will show up in that hazmat suit from 'Down with the Sickness' to protect himself from getting sick

"Do you seriously have to wear that DeeDee?", "I love you, but the last thing I want is your germs invading my breathing space."

Will take it off if you're not contagious though

In the meantime, this man will try to narrow down exactly what you have contracted and help you accordingly

Knows exactly what meds to give you for any symptom as well as dosages

Because of this, be prepared for alarms to go off every hour or so

May or may not have invented a 'cure-all' pill when you had a really bad sick spell

It may have made things worse - still feels totally guilty about it and is still making it up to you years after the fact

Michelangelo

Makes you the best soup - the kind that is simmering on the stove for several hours and made with so much love

Best believe that if you're being stubborn about meds he will slip them into your food or drink

“Here, drink this.”, "Ew, do I have to? It tastes digusting.", "That means it's good for you, now drink it all sweetie."

Not above bringing out Dr. Delicate Touch if needed

Will make sure you are comfortable and will deadass try to cuddle your sickness away

Grabs all your blankets and pillows you own and will make a fort on your bed

Snuggles and forehead kisses galore

Lets you pick out what to watch together and makes no complaints

[domesticated-whores]

list of reasons why i kin angel dust

absolutely nobody asked or cares, and it absolutely goes into headcanon & projecting territory, but it's my void and i can scream into it how i please, so--

also, tiny note, i am loose and casual with kinning. i'm just saying heavily relate to the point that i can easily see myself parallel that character.

gay femboy supremacy 💅💅

nice tits (his are fluff, i'm transmasc and am too fem to care to go into debt over physical transition... either way, we got soft titties)

wearing pleasers ✨️exclusively✨️ (i also wear demonias, but they're owned by pleasers)

earlier iterations of him were more genderfluid but he's now canonly a cis man, i use to think i was more genderfluid due to being super fem (presenting) sometimes and being just meh about my body but am now confident that i'm just a really genderqueer trans dude.

doesn't overly mind fem language, *sometimes* intentionally uses it. refers to self decently androgynously (alternating between "fem" and "masc" shit)

pet mama 💕

my cats are my babies, i'd die and kill for them, genuinely one of the only lights in my life

animal lover in general, honestly!! babes, they're so fucking cute!!

i also prefer fucking ugly/weird animals like farm animals, trash animals (possums, raccoons, etc), some reptiles, and spiders

spiders are my very favorite creatures, so yeah i fw the spider character

overworked at a shitty job that there's no real way out of

like, i didn't sell my soul ig but i live in a small area and don't drive, and my cats need food and a roof over their little baby noggins, so mama needs a job no matter the cost

also, TOXIC fucking work environment. not comparable to workplace abuse, but FUCK--

and i ✨️ain't doing that shit sober✨️ bbgirl, i DRINK because of that place.

((that's a half-truth, i don't go TO work drunk because i am not subtle, but the instant i'm out and have any money--))

i also work A LOT, honestly. icky, nasty, 'sgusting.

✨️inferiority complex and heavy masking✨️

feet are weird, i especially hate my own

don't touch my feet, don't look at my feet, if anyone's around imma be in socks or smth, feet are a hard no for me

let's 👏 talk 👏 kink 👏

into bdsm and generally kinky shit

✨️ SUPER sex positive ✨️

growing collection of ✨️toys✨️ that i'm becoming increasingly proud of

it's a part of life, so i really don't see any taboo in fucking??

willing to try almost ANYTHING if i stand to gain from it or just to see if i'm into it

✨️ switch ✨️

PRAISE ME

... or, alternatively DEGRADE ME

on the regular, i just want to feel safe and loved and lowkey spoiled--

but i also fuck HARD with the spicy stuff

honestly, hardcore things are more professional than intimate

((i don't do sw, but i am into kink in a very nerdy, special interest, academic type of way... fuck me so i can write an essay about the dynamics at play, daddy~!))

on that note,, ✨️ trauma ✨️

specifically, sa :)

sa that really changes how you see and use sex, and how you outwardly PRETEND to see and use sex

being manipulated by someone you cared about in some way

((luckily, mine was short-lived... only the aftermath was long-lasting))

there's also family trauma :)

the idea of going no contact--

i kin people that are no/low contact because FUCK~ it's a lovely concept. i personally can't for... reasons... but if i could

will make the cheap-shot sex joke

i vape only the fruitiest bullshit flavors and, like, rip angel you would have loved this straw-blueberry vape with this funky abstract art on it bby

that's just, like, off the top of my head. idk, idk. he's literally me. not on everything, but he's the character i've related to the hardest in a HOT SECOND.

also, love the fact that all of this is true but also valentino is my fucking all time favorite character and my pfp. like, i look at angel and am hit with most deep and profound sense of "this is a character a that i relate to and see myself in to an insane degree" and then i turn around and see his fucking abuser and, with my FULL fucking chest go "scrumbly wittle bpd princess man 💕, i wuvs him 💕, i couldn't fix him but i could break him and mold him into my little disaster housewife 💕" like a fucking insane person. it's fine, it's fine, their literally cartoons!! i'm delulu about drawings!! it's okay!!

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Usually I like imagining myself as tiny but sometimes I like thinking about being a giant. (This is why I say I’m a sizeshifter lol) but like:

- holding a tiny in the crook of my neck and curling around them knowing they trust me enough to hold them there

- when first meeting a tiny I would be so gentle and slow, lowering myself to their level as best as I can and show that I’m not a threat. Part of me would want to reach out and touch them but I’d withhold myself from doing so unless absolutely necessary

- I’d let them hang out in my pockets, the hoods of my hoodies, in my hair, on my shoulder, and basically anywhere that’s comfortable for the both of us

- I’d constantly share food with them, breaking tiny pieces off and handing it to them. If they were okay with it, I’d be fine letting them just climb onto my plate and take whatever they wanted, Or i would make them their own plate

- I would cuddle a tiny all the time, like after a certain point I’d just scoop them up and snuggle into them because I’d want to

- The further along the relationship is the more willing I’d be to be a little mischievous. I’m talking hovering over them on my hands and knees with a smile, teasing them, booping their lil nose, etc etc

- I’d also probably be very protective of them. Oh no they got hurt? Who hurt them and where are they, imma teach them a lesson. I don’t care if it was cause of an inanimate object, I’ll still beat it up

- I’d definitely let them crawl on me if they wanted to. Like if I was laying down and they wanted to walk along my belly? Yeah lol okay just don’t hurt yourself

[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Three

Lula is slowly becoming irritated with Vince’s sloppiness and half done workload. I thought he said his dream was to be a pharma tech, why is he behaving like a Kochon she wonders. Over last couple shifts, he has not documented the ins and outs of the controlled substances. “Imma have to talk to him when he gets in.” she says to herself.

Vince walks in with a smug look, Business has been booming. He doesn’t realise that there’s an irked woman staring hard at him till he looks up.

“What’s up Lula Tallulah?” He said, surprised that she is scowling at him. He gives her a poke on the tummy and sides, but she doesn’t budge. “Damn, look who woke up on the wrong side of bed.”

She looks away from him, one because she’s ticklish and might laugh, two because she wants to remember why she’s scowling at him.

“Nah, I just don’t like lazy workers” she mutters, loudly enough for him to hear.

“Huh, who’s lazy over here? I’ll speak to them myself” Vince says assuming that she’s talking about that one coworker. He noticed that she’s terrible at confrontation from past situations.

“You nigga!” She said increase the intensity of her voice. “You keep leaving stuff out everywhere and not documenting stuff down”.

He looks at her, unbothered by her tone “Firstly, you know I’m not lazy. My work ethics is probably better than yours and it’s just been a few times. So relax.” he says brushing her off.

“You’re being a bozo and it’s not helping me. Souple, just keep things tidy, it gets confusing” she pleads, thinking that’ll encourage him to act right.

“Look at you using my lingo! Anyway you’re still new here Lula, 2 months ain’t anything. You’ll just have to manage.” Vince shrugs and walks off.

“Fout tonè!”

“I heard that!” He laughs and settles down to work. She looks at him with pleading eyes, he looks up and nods “Fine, I’ve heard you. I’ll tidy up.”

“Thank you.” she smiles, going back to her usual excitable self.

———

The next batch of meds came in the afternoon just before lunch. As everyone goes to get food, Lula sees Vince throwing the opioids in a trash bag. Their eyes meet.

“Vince, I’m going to act slow and ask a question… Why are you throwing out new stock?”

“That’s not acting slow… that’s mor-“

“Vincent…”

“Tallulah.”

“Stop that. What are you doing with those meds?”

“Do you want a truthful answer or an honest answer because they are two different things.” he says smartly.

“Knowing you, you’re doing this for an ‘honest’ reason I assume”

“Yes.” he replies.

“So…”

“Honestly I’m making money to help the homies, relatives and our community.”

“Okay, truthfully then…”

He pauses. “Technically, I am throwing away these meds. Just not into a trash can or garbage disposal… into my house instead.”

“Fuck me.” Lula whispers “Vince, I don’t even know how to respond or even what to say.”

As the pharmacist on duty, she knows, if nothing is done it will blow up in her face. She thinks about the law and then her own career. She’s conflicted. “Look, I appreciate you being both truthful and honest but you’re putting me in a tight spot.” She sighs and looks at him. He looks back not breaking eye contact and waiting for her to finish talking “I’m giving you this chance to stop all this and let it go. Please Vincent. It’s not a good look on you or me if this comes to light.”

She has never called him Vincent before so he knows that she’s really on edge. “I’m going for lunch, I can’t deal with this right now. My head hurts.” she walks out, not before looking back at him with disappointment in her eyes.

Fuck, this wasn’t meant to happen so soon he sighs. However, he starts to smirk and chuckle to himself “I knew page 4 off my plan will come in handy”.

Part four link.

~~

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Pig = Kochon

Please = Souple

Fuck = Fout tonè!

~~

[frostwing213]

So, I've been questioning if I have ADHD

So I made a list of why and why I might not have it. I gave up partway though, so here's what's done

Why I might:

Constantly forgetting to eat, or not eating because I can't get myself to get up

Forgetting to drink, unless I have my full waterbottle next to me, then I'm Constantly drinking

So many half finished books

Very forgetful

Kinda like organizing sometimes, but only when I'm organizing things by like color or something and I can't get myself to get up and organize what needs to be done

Watches TV shows I've seen before while I work on my computer and scroll Tumblr on my phone

Never knowing what time it is, having no idea how long things will take, and sitting for "just a minute" and realizing 2 hours later

Means to set timers, but forgets. If I set a timer to do a task, sometimes I'll tell myself "Ok, just a second" and continue scrolling and I don't do the task

I cannot summerize to save my life and go on tangents

Sometimes I'll speak my train of thought and I end up on a totally different topic

I'm sitting here making this list rather than changing into comfortable pants like I wanted to... 2 hours ago?

Music in my head. All. The. Time.

I play music to go to sleep so I can distract my brain from my train of thought and actually sleep (Sometimes it works!)

I started writing this point, then added something to the pervious one and forgot what I was writing here

Sometimes I randomly feel like I have to move

A lot of times I get motivation to start a task so I start, then partway though the motivation is gone, like right now

I REMEMBERED WHAT THE EARLIER POINT WAS! I Constantly forget to hit start, or send, or stuff like that

I've had people ask me if I had ADHD, no prompting. Multiple times, multiple people

I've had people with ADHD go: Wouldn't be surprised. When I mention the possibility

Sometimes I get every aware of how I'm sitting and all the tiny pains. So I have to fix it

I definitely have things that seem like hyper fixations or special interests. Like, I remember something and suddenly Im obsessed for a few days at least

I got a guitar, have done two (youtube) lessons on it, and haven't touched it in weeks

I hate it when there are notifications on my phone's head thingy, but when I want to remember to answer something, I'll leave it there (Sometimes works)

My room is a mess and It should be easy to clean up, but I just don't want to, and I can't get the motivation

Clean laundry is currently sitting in my hamper, waiting to be put away

I have to Constantly remind myself to take a shower if I want it to happen

I need to eat some food and get more water, but Imma forget about this list if I get up

I'll stop in the middle of sentences/thoughts, and have to pause, retracing my thoughts to get back to it

I always get a crap ton of pencils at the beginning of the year, and they're all gone by the end

I loose things and always have to get them again when I need them.

I should not be given money and set loose to buy things on my own, I will buy candy and other food items unless stopped.

I can't stand silence (so lots of music playing) but I hate when things get too loud (sensory overstimulation??)

Homework is horrible because once I'm not in a class setting, I can't get the motivation/get distracted

I like creative writing and write pages and pages, but I get stuck on essays and are working g on them for hours to days, but it's like, the same thing?

If something leaves my vision, I forget about it easily

I paused writing this list to start the "Why I might not" list, then jumped back here (keep jumping back and forth)

I cannot take notes. Either it is everything the teacher says, or it is nothing.

Im smart, but I've been told I just need to apply myself more

I will get so stressed about something, but I can't get myself to do what needs to be done to fix it

If I don't want to do something, I have a lot of trouble to get myself to do it (maybe just me being lazy)

Even if I want to do something, I struggle with doing it

I give up on hard things easily

I'll get up to do something, pause to do something else, and forget about the original thing

Why I might not:

I'm good at tests

I'm an attention seeker, this may be me trying to make myself more special

I'm good at peopling (I think)

I'm a good listener

I don't struggle with eye contact or most people things

Becase I'm thinking about this so much, my brain may be overexatragting things

I'm sure some of the reasons I might are just normal people things and I need to deal with them

It feels like any symptoms have appeared recently(is. Well, some of them weren't there when I was a kid)

I enjoy school

I love reading

Since I have a little brother, I'm good at tuning out all noise when I'm reading.

I'm smart

Some things might just be me being lazy

Maybe some things are just flaws I need to work on

May add more stuff later

[astrologanize]

have been in a massive funk (depressive episode?) that i haven’t experienced to this severity since 2016 and if anyone can relate then i figured i’d share what i have been doing to help with that

- invested in vitamins (magnesium glycinate, calcium, d3) since i’ve been having skin issues i have been avoiding the sun since i don’t want to go through the process of trialing sunscreens and seeing what does & doesn’t work, potentially worsening said issues smh. but i recently said fuck it and got some neutrogena  baby sunscreen that’s fragrance free and all that jazz because it’s supposed to be gentle and it is affordable and neutrogena has worked for me in the past so why not. i purchased another sunscreen months ago but i don’t think my skin was a fan of it because it was a lil burn-y and tingly after application, thankfully i tested it on my arms first and not my face. idk we’ll see. such is life

- also trying to take more notice in the foods that make me feel good and provide me with energy/mood boost! and mostly avoiding foods that aren’t worth the accompanying lethargy or upset stomach, but listen...your taste buds matter...so if a food is enjoyable for me and makes me happy then any *mild* discomfort in the aftermath is worth it in moderation from time to time 

- i’m doing a 30 day mindfulness challenge! and that’s lovely! you can look them up and pick whichever provides you with what you feel you’re most in need of. writing down what you are grateful for and focusing on the positives of what is happening in your life also never hurts

- i’ve been clearing out any spaces that need it. even on my annoying ass phone...i’ve been transferring anything i want to save onto a usb and it is a time consuming process that i’m trying to do in increments but i know it’s going to feel great once i have my phone as cleared out as possible so i can start saving new memories & momentos (:��

- choosing to shorten my work week by 1 day so that i am able to have a free day on the weekend to fill my personal cup of happiness!! because that is always worth it!!!!!! i shall budget accordingly but i am grateful to be doing so

- “look good feel good” except looking good to me is more about feeling comfortable in my own skin and clothing. i hate putting on a constricting outfit that may look good but makes me feel like i can’t move around freely and enjoy life. outfits that do make me feel good about the way i am presenting myself that also allow me to move freely are the goal! and hygiene is important. some days i feel lazy as hell and don’t want to do the stuff that i know makes me (feel) better but i do it because i know it makes me (feel) better...once in a while tho it’s like lol nah imma let myself be stagnant and not do that for a moment and the world will not end, i won’t feel as great but that’s okay...eventually i will resume maintaining what i need to and perk up. it’s okay to stop for a moment sometimes but ya gotta get back on it 

- really trying to keep in mind that every day is a new unlived day that is not meant to look exactly like the last and you cannot always expect your best to look the same. there’s always going to be emotions that come up, mishaps, life interference, and challenges that meet you along the way and that’s how it’s meant to be. we shall control what we can and adapt how we must. you just keep trying! some days we need to ask more of ourselves even when we don’t want to and other days we need to allow ourselves a true rest that offers nothing but peace; some days we make progress, some days are stagnant, some days we regress, and that’s all just...life

sometimes it’s nice to recognize that wow i’m sad today or today is hard for me and allowing yourself to simply have a sad, gentler day to yourself without feeling like things are shit forever - hell, sometimes it’s multiple days or weeks that are off but you gotta know your sun is going to shine again and maybe the off-ness is redirecting you for the best. follow your heart, breathe, take your time when you can and make time when you can, try to persevere without driving yourself up the wall, all the hard work you put in and progress needs to be enjoyed, your life is meant to be enjoyed, it’s okkkaaaayyyyyyyy. tend to your heart and express your heart and embolden yourself with an accepting & firm love - accept all that you are and are not but don’t let yourself believe that you are defined by what you think you lack and that there is no room for you to grow. stand strong in your heart and in your character 

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

I GOT BROWNIES FROM MY COLLEAGUE-TURNED-MANAGER😭

Because I work so much and hard. Gods, bless her🥰

But now fancy me this:

Alfie gifting you food to show how much he appreciates you.

TH Masterlist

He’s truly grateful for how much you work and keep going despite the hardships (managing rush hour on your own, colleagues being even worse than unhelpful, injuries due to ovens… or getting your hand stuck between the wall and a tall and heavy tower of crates… absolutely not spiteful still about that). Being a workaholic himself, he respects you for taking on as many shifts as you do and staying for as long as you can manage.

However, he can easily see past your smile and positive go-getter attitude. Alfie will coax you into sitting down whenever he notices your energy is depleting. Regardless of whether it’s busy, he’ll occasionally sit down with you because “he’s due for a break too” and he has your permission.

Now, this will annoy Ollie to no end when it’s like the whole of London has gathered at the bakery. Nevertheless, he knows his boss has a soft spot for you and why he acts the way he does. Funnily enough, though, the Mad Baker hasn’t worked through his feelings enough yet to understand himself. All he knows is that he wants you to be healthy and take a break, enjoy a cuppa and snack he’s made even when you want to sit by yourself for a bit.

Alfie’s also constantly checking on you. Not to make sure you don’t make any mistakes, but because he doesn’t want you to injure yourself (mentally and physically). He’ll stand nearby when you’re dealing with a rude customer, chipping in as soon as he sees an opening into the conversation. He’ll plop you down on a chair and nurse your wound when you cut yourself… or manage to remove a piece of your skin at the hand of a couple of crates with stock and no one helping you manoeuvre it around.

(I promise I’m not salty about my own predicament.)

But recently, he’s been giving you more food. He’ll have a proper breakfast ready when you two open the bakery together, vividly remembering how you told him you only drink a cup of coffee and eat a protein bar before you come in in the morning and heavily disagreeing with this lifestyle choice. Orange juice, a plate of chremslach and a piece of fruit always somehow manage to magically appear on the table by the window when you two are busy setting up. He’ll have the same, trying to get into the habit of eating breakfast himself by eating with you.

After each shift, he’ll have a small basket of bread, bagels, and baked goods ready for you to enjoy at home. Often there’s cinnamon babka (because he knows you’re not a big fan of chocolate), mandel bread (to have with your coffee on your days off and subsequently have a piece of him there), and your new recent favourite: tzimmes bread. All kosher, of course!

One consistent element in the wee package is a loaf of soda bread. Alfie’s told you it’s made according to an old family recipe, one not many people have had the privilege of tasting. And he’s secretly proud it’s the reason you’ve fallen in love with eating bread.

(Although he hopes it’s actually the way he guides your hands when kneading dough. So far you’ve never have made a single loaf without his warm rough palms covering the backs of your hands, his rings cold against your fingers when he entwines them with yours)

Alright, imma stop here before this is going to get out of hand. Nonetheless, I think I’ve given myself some great ideas to incorporate into the story I hope to start writing during Camp NaNo. Also, yes, I’m finally going to attempt to properly write again in July and despite working 40 hours a week. Mostly I hope to finish some WIPs, but most of all I finally want to get started on Dear Edna. Wish me luck!

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Maniac [08]

ー The scene starts in the Ghouls’ manor

Yuma: Okay, all ready?

Even if we’re flyin’ there, it’s gonna be a long trip to Eden. Tell me if ya get tired along the way, ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah, you too.

Yuma: Roger. Come on, grab onto me. I don’t plan on lettin’ ya go, but hang on tight, ‘kay?

Kino: Heeh. How nice.

Are we interrupting something?

Yui: Kino-kun!?

Yuma: Bastard...Whatcha here for?

Kino: Looks told me that you’re willing to help me out.

You’re going to talk things over with your own leader, aren’t you? Then let me introduce myself to him as well.

Yuma: Oi, don’t get the wrong idea. I never said I would side with ya. 

I still don’t plan on lettin’ ya have Karlheinz-sama’s powers after all. Try to lay yer hands on them and imma crush ya right there, right then!

Kino: You shouldn’t get the wrong idea either. It isn’t power I’m after.

All I care about is being able to liberate the Ghouls.

That’s why I’m not going to lay a finger on Shuu if you guys can accomplish that for me.

Yuma: ...Ya better don’t think I trust ya. 

Kino: Yeah, sure. So, can I come with you guys?

Don’t you think it’d be better for the man in question to explain the situation? I feel like you’re not the best with words after all.

Selection

→ It might make things worse (❦)

Yui: I feel like that might only make things worse... 

Yuma: Agreed. Ruki and this guy are an obvious match made in hell.

→ That would be better 

Yui: That would be better, no? It’d help him understand the situation on an even deeper level.

Yuma: ...Are ya serious?

Yui: Eh? 

Yuma: Ya really think this guy and Ruki would get along?

Yui: Well...I guess it might be a bad idea after all.

Kino: Oh come on, don’t say that. I promise I’ll behave during the negotiations. Okay?

Yuma: ...Do as ya please.

Yui: Are you sure?

Yuma: I’m sure he’ll follow along even if I say no. It’d just be a waste of time to argue ‘bout it here.

Kino: Haha, correct! Wow, you’re more clever than I thought!

Yuma: ...It still pisses me off tho.

We don’t have time for useless chit-chat right now. If ya wanna tag along, be my guest. We’re no waitin’ for ya though.

Kino: Don’t worry. Let’s go, guys!

*CAW CAW CAW*

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Yui: ( ...Quite some time has passed since we departed from Rotigenberg but it seems like it’s still a long way to Eden. )

Yuma-kun, are you alright? Not too tired?

Yuma: I’m totally fine. ...But I guess we should stop ‘round here for tonight.

Even if you’re bein’ carried, I’m sure the trip must be exhaustin’ for a human like yerself, right?

Yui: But we should hurry, right? Don’t worry about me.

Yuma: Idiot. Don’t be modest.

It’s no good to wander ‘round in the dark, even in the Demon World. 

Oi, Kino! We’re goin’ down!

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Kino: What’s this? I thought you were pressed on time?

Yuma: We’re gonna rest up here for a bit.

Kino: Eeh? I’m not tired or anything?

Yuma: We might be fine but she’s a human! She get tired, sleepy or even hungry!

Kino: Ahー I guess you don’t want your precious girl to have to push herself, huh? He really loves you, doesn’t he?

Yui: Yuma-kun is a sweetheart after all.

Kino: You’re going to give me diabetes. (1)

Yuma: Oi, Yui. Let’s go look if there’s anythin’ we can eat. Ya must be hungry? 

Yui: Ah, sure.

ー The two of them walk away

Kino: ...Such a happy couple. 

*SCENE SHIFT*

*Rustle* 

Yui: Yuma-kun. You mentioned food but...Can we find anything in this forest? 

Yuma: We can ‘cause it’s a forest. For example...Ah, there it is.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yuma: Look, this, for example. It might look like weeds at first, but these wild grasses are perfectly edible. 

These mushrooms are safe to eat as well. Ah, don’t eat the ones next to them tho, those are poisonous.

Yui: As to be expected, you’re very knowledgeable on this topic.

Yuma: Ya bet! Ya can ask me for advice on this sorta stuff.

Tell me if ya find somethin’. I’ll judge whether or not it’s safe for ya to eat.

Yui: Fufu, sure.

*TIMESKIP*

Yuma: ーー Now that we’ve had our meal, guess we should hit the hay soon.

Kino: Meal, you say? It was just a bunch of grass. I’m surprised you can stomach that stuff. 

Yui: But it was good?

Kino: ...You were born to live in the wild as well, huh?

*Rustle* 

Kino: ーー !

Yui: Kino-kun?

Yuma: Don’t talk, Yui! ...I can sense a strange presence.

Yui: ( A strange presence...? )

Kino: ...The Vibora, maybe?

Yuma: What makes ya say that?

Kino: The Vibora Clan is very territorial, we might have accidentally trespassed their boundary without realizing.

Yuma: In other words, they’ve come to get rid of the intruders? Che, I’d rather not make any additional enemies.

Oi, let’s quickly leave this play. Kino, tell yer Ghouls as well.

Kino: Roger.

Yuma: Yui, are ya ready to go? They might notice us if we fly up in the air, so we’re gonna run while hidin’ in between the trees, ‘kay?

Yui: I’m good.

Yuma: Don’t ya dare let go of my hand. ...Let’s go!

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Haah, haah...

Kino: ーー They’re still following us.

Yuma: Persistent fuckers...That bein’ said, we’re in deep shit if they catch us. We’ve got no other choice but to keep goin’ until we lose them.

Kino: ...I wonder.

Yuma: What? 

Kino: I can sense people up ahead as well. But they are...Vampires. 

Yui: Vampires...? Then wouldn’t they be on our side? It could be Ruki-kun and the others?

Yuma: You’re right...I can sense Ruki and the dudes. But what are they doin’ here?

Yui: I’m sure they came to help us out! You informed them of the situation through your Familiar, right?

Yuma: Yeah...I mean, I feel like it’s more than just the three of them but I guess we’ll find out once we meet up.

Yui: Let’s go!

ー Yuma and Yui advance ahead

Kino: ...On our side. I’d hope so.

Monologue

Pursuers coming from behind,

and those approaching us from ahead. 

We resolutely (迷わず) chose to move onwards,

believing that our allies (見方) were waiting there. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) ごちそうさま or ‘gochisousama’ is a phrase which you will mostly hear said after someone has enjoyed their meal, as a way to express gratitude for the person who cooked/served it. However, it can also be used in an ironic way when you’re witnessing a couple being overly flirty with one another.

[fluffypotatey]

Hi again! So, in your Human LMK AU, what's the magic system like? Is it a mundane everyday thing that everyone or mostly does and can do, or is it a secret society thing? Is SWK a part of it legally, or is he more involved in the shady part? Is it like the Heavenly Court? How would you implement the Brotherhood into this setting? Was SWK born with magic or did he sought it out? What D&D class would he be? What magic are you giving SWK? I'd give him shape-shifting and transmutation personally, but unless you have other ideas for him, I'd support you. About Macaque? If you'd like to give him some other magic than shadows, how about wind and/or death? I'll wait for more info on the AU. Have a good day!

OK SO I ACTUALLY WROTE THE SYSTEM DOWN YESTERDAY ARE YOU READY :)))))))))

in the AU, magic is an everyday thing, yes, but we don't really focus on the mundane & casual magic here bc to the characters, that's nothing to really sneeze at. we do focus on how magic interacts with people :3 i call it "magic flavors" currently, but the name will probably be changed in-story. it's honestly just easier for me to understand what i'm saying by calling it flavors

so about these flavors.... (imma just copy/paste what i have in my notes lol):

The different signatures and tells that identify each magic user’s type is a person's own flavor of magic

Depending on the magic and how it interacts with others, there might be a positive or negative reaction

MK’s “meatball incident” where the food was either hexed, jinxed, or cursed and his magic is adverse to those types

SWK & Mac’s magic, though on opposite ends, interact positively with the other because the two have grown up together and know each other’s magic so well.

swk & macky are childhood friends to enemies to lovers and so they grew up used to the other's magic that even while enemies, neither of them feel affronted by the other's magic, nor can their signature harm the other unless the user themself chooses to do so

Even as enemies, their magic still reacts positively unless SWK or Mac make it harm the other (this does take some energy tho but it drives both of them up the wall with frustrations– mostly Mac)

Manipulates the different energies around a user and the environment

Meaning: the energies their signature of magic manifests itself in a type of magic that is the most suitable for them

and from a person's type of flavor you get your typical magic types (elemental, spatial, photo, and whatnot, idk the special names they have) and even with a user in those types of magic, they still have their own differentiation that makes their magic their own. the example i use in my notes is Mei's and Red Son's magic. in the AU, both characters are fire mages, BUT while Red Son's fire is your stereotypical red flame, Mei's is green

basically, magic is different for each person which is why you have times where people are adverse to other magic their own is not used to.

and then the notes go on to talk about Magic Circles bc when any character casts a spell, just like in the show, a magic circle pops up, and that is also differentiated/specialized for each magic users. i won't go into it here bc i do want space to answer your other questions, but just know Magic Circles are an important symbolic part of the AU. honestly, most of the magic in this AU has a thematic and symbolic feel to the story bc this is the only way i am able to create a sustainable magic system for myself.

Is it like the Heavenly Court?

i'll be honest, i have not gotten to the Heavenly Court in the brainstorming process as much. they don't really have much of a foothold in where the story is currently going, but we'll see!

Is SWK a part of it legally, or is he more involved in the shady part?

ok so, since i already established that magic is sort of like a normalized thing in this AU (urban fantasy and similar to lmk's own magic normalcy), imma use this question just to talk about my boy <3

Sun Wukong, in the AU, is the most powerful mage of all time (fitting with his op prowess in jttw) and is kind of a modern celebrity in this world. that being said, his rise to fame happened in an interesting way. originally, Wukong started out in the "shadier" side, think underground fighting ring and stuff, and gained the name Monkey King from how a lot of his offensive moves and magic could be likened to a monkey's flexibility. even though Wukong was known far and war in the underground world as the best offensive mage, Wukong did crave to make a name for himself out of it (also, this was when his relationship with his parents was at its worst because they believed he was sinking his future & he wanted to prove them wrong)

his first real news outbreak was more negative than positive, but Wukong took it in full-swing (any press is good press) and ran with it. and while this is where the backstory gets a little fuzzy, just know that Wukong was someone people knew to be an all-round bad dude, nobody was able to get a good picture of him (any who tried either got their camera destroyed or head smashed in). he wa ruthless and craved people's fear. at some point, Wukong is eventually captured and sent to some kind of magic prison which is where he meets Tripitaka, and to save my plot-holey self, just know that from then on, Wukong worked to improve himself & when let out, turned a full 180 and used his powers for good, which led to his infamy switching from fear to adoration.

which is the wukong we meet in the AU

How would you implement the Brotherhood into this setting?

they would be swk's old pals when he was menace. other than Macky, they would be the only one's who would notice any significant changes in swk's magic and fighting skills. Azure, if you would like to know, is very miffed about it, and Peng never thinks to consider that maybe the secrets he could be spilling are stuff swk doesn't want to be spilled (they do consider, but ignore it anyway). Yellow Tusk...idk he's there (sorry T^T haven't touched on his role)

anyway, their inclusion in the story would be much later, so i'm ok with keeping it vague

Was SWK born with magic or did he sought it out? What D&D class would he be? What magic are you giving SWK?

imma just answer these all here lol

in this AU everyone is born with magic, or rather, magic interacts with you even when you an infant. what i have in my notes is that magic develops with the user in this AU. depending on your age or mental state or even your growth- magic grows with you.

as a mage develops, their magic would evolve with them. it depends on the user how their magic signature changes but the colors and feeling of it will stay stagnant (maybe more saturated or forceful but stagnant all the same)

so yes, swk was born with magic, but also yes, he did seek it out and hone it down in order to be the very best (like no one ever was).

as for DND class....i'd still say monk, but with the AU maybe a multiclass of sorcerer and monk????

ok so swk's magic is, uh, interesting to say the least because he does push the boundaries of how a person can manifest their own magic. so his magic focuses on light, clouds, and shape-shifting, but the real kicker here is shape-shifting because manipulating clouds and light is easy. a piece of cake for him. but manipulating himself??? manipulating his body into taking shape of another person or animal or inanimate thing???? that is something swk can't help but experiment with.

can shape-shifting just be him enlarging himself? with his magic, yes. can shape-shifting be swk turning into a gigantic kaiju monster? yes. can shape-shifting be swk impersonating his parents so he can go on a class trip out of the city even though he's grounded? yes.

About Macaque? If you'd like to give him some other magic than shadows, how about wind and/or death?

so i will admit to unoriginality bc Macky does have shadow magic in this AU 👉👈 BUT! he also has smoke magic and illusions ✨✨✨ also unoriginal, i know, but they fit so well for him and wanted to write it!

so his shadow magic will be fairly similar to how he uses his shadows in the show, but with smoke, that's just because i know he'd use it to be a dramatic bitch <3 illusions is sort of to complement swk's shape-shifting since while he can't reconfigure his own body, he can make it appear as if he had. (also, macky's magic does complement swk's and i kind of like their magic complementing each other, sue me)

but yeah, there you go!

[idkfnok]

11:11: A Night In New Orleans (p1)

Main characters: Jehraye "Jay: Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

This is definitely a slow-burn.

PT2

 “Excuse me.”

Yeah?

“I don’t mean to be a bother but, what cologne do you have on?”

Why, you tryna buy it for your man?

“Ha, no. but I do have brothers.”

Gotcha, It’s Sauvage.

“Thank you.”

You’re welcome. 

Did you ask him?

Yea, It was Sauvage.

I told you.

I guess it does smell different on everyone.

She was pretty as hell.

“Who”

The girl that asked what you had on.

I wasn’t paying any attention.

I can tell. Cause if you were, you wouldn’t have let her walk away.

Where she at?

Over there in the corner by the bar. 

Oh! She is pretty.

From that moment, I made it my mission to get her number. I wasn’t leaving that club without it. So I walked my happy ass right over to where she and her friends were sitting. A drink I thought she may like, in hand.  I introduce myself to them and offer her the drink.

No, Thank you. I don’t know you. You could’ve done something to that drink

“Understandable. Would you like to come to the bar with me?  You can get whatever you want.” she looks at her friends, and the one with the long ginger hair and a leather dress that laces up the sides says

“Girl, go ahead. We can see and I ain’t come by myself. If you get what I'm saying.”

Bet.

We get to the bar and she orders Sprite, Grenadine and a lemon. Then asks for a double shot of  D’usse. The Bartender looks at me and I order the same. 

I’m Jay, By the way.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alani.”

You , Alani. Are gorgeous.

“Thank you”

Imma keep it short, I clearly think you're gorgeous and would like to have your number. I told myself that I wasn’t leaving here without it.

“What if my answer is “no” “?

I’d take “no” for an answer. I wouldn’t want to though.

Well, you come across as a decent person and you’re quite handsome yourself.  (   ) -___-____.

Thank you.

I ask if she and her friends would like to do a little bar hopping with me and mine. She walks away, comes back and we all agree to meet up at The Saint bar and Lounge. We walk in, sit down and order more drinks and food. She and I talk all night. I’m sitting so close to her, I’m sure that folks think we’re in a relationship. I don’t mind though, that  could very well be my end goal.

  Time must have been flying because I look up and it’s 3 a.m. in the fucking morning and I got a little bit of a hangover to sleep off.  So, I lean over, tell her i’m about to leave. I stand up and she does the same before I ask her to put my number in her phone. She does so and I go home.

I wake up to a message that says “Good morning beautiful, if you’re feeling up to it, meet me at Nana’s  Chicken N  Waffles by 10.” I look at the clock and it’s 9 :16. I look up the location for the restaurant and see that it is a five minute walk from my hotel. So, why not?. I get up, Get dressed, tell Mari and Nya that i'm going out for breakfast with Jay.   she gives me the groggiest “ I got glory wit me.”  I used wonder why she named her gun that. She told me, “Cause that’s wey imma send em if dey make the wrong move.” Every time I think about it, I laugh because,  girl what? 

I leave the hotel room and go down to the lobby. I swear if I wasn’t on my way to get breakfast, I would’ve been right there with the rest of the folks eating because, damn, did that food smell good. Against my own judgment, I decide to walk out of the lobby and make my way to the restaurant.   I walk into Nana’s and the hostess asks if I need to be seated. I told her I was here meeting someone; just then Jay gets up and comes up to the station and lets her know, i’m with him. As we’re walking to the table  Jay tells me I smell good. “What kinda perfume do you have on?” he asks. “Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 40” I say.  “What is that, like a Chanel no.5?” Hell no. this smells way better.” He looks at me with this innocent yet sly look on his face and a smirk on his lips and says “Especially on you.”  We get to the table and sit down. We scan the QR Code for the menu.  All of it sounds so good. 

I order the Banana Foster Chicken -N- Waffles. Jay orders the Salmon Patties and A creole Seafood omelet. Before the waitress walks off he orders a “Nana’s Half and Half” for us and tells her to bring me a seafood omelet as well.  In about 15 minutes, our food is brought to us. We sit and talk, laugh and flirt a little. I learn that his name is Jehraye“Jay” Guidry, He’s 28 from New Orleans, he’s 6’4, no kids, and doesn’t like when his hair tickles his collar bone and that's why he always has it braided back or in a high ponytail of some sort. Then I, being the person I am, start to calculate the bill.

“That’s a lot of money. Especially on top of what you spent last night.”

What did I spend last night?

“The double shots were $13 a piece, Sprites were $3, the next place we went to, you couldn’t have spent less than $85. In the last spot, it was about another $60. That is already way over $100.”

Okay.

 “And now you’re about to spend no less than $85?”

And again I say “okay?”

“That’s A Lot of money for a stranger. You don’t know me, I could be tryna trick roll you or kill ya”.

Sweetie, That money aint even putting a dent in my pockets. As far as you trying to kill or trick-roll me; I can protect you, ya friends and mine with no issue.

“Okay, Benny Big Baller.”

Naw, I aint rich but-

“I’ll spend a lil bit. So who you wit--”

She points to me , I know what she wants so I give it to her and finish her sentence with “Let’s do this shit.” and we both jump in on the following vocalization.

“I couldn’t resist. What were you saying?”

I’m not rich but I am very comfortable. ------You like the food?

“ I'm not real big on breakfast food. These waffles though; delicious

Ain't they? My waffles taste better though.

She goes “Is that so?” “Yep. spend the night at my house, I’ll cook you breakfast and you can judge that for yaself.” I say. “ohhh , so you want to sleep with me?” “I do, and i’d appreciate it if you would allow me to show you what a night full of back-breaking, toe curling, mind-blowing sex with Jehraye Guidry is like……at some point in the near future.” “And If I say no, I have to pay for my food and the drinks you bought me and my friends last night huh? I’m glad I brought my wallet because I knew this was gonna happen.”

Wait, wait a minute love. Even if your answer is “no”. You aint gotta pay for any of this. I invited you out because I wanted to spend some more time with ya. I wanna fuck your brains out, respectfully; i aint gon lie but, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine AND I’m still gon pay for ALL of this.

“Well, that’s different. I’m not used to that.”

Yeah, you’re probably used to niggas who trying to spend more money than they have, trying to get something they can’t and turn into lil whiny ass babies when you don’t wanna fuck, huh?

“That’s about right.”

That aint me. If I couldn’t afford to take you here, I wouldn’t have offered.

“And what about this mind-blowing sex you speak of ?”

I wouldn’t have promised if I couldn’t deliver.

“You quite confident in your sex game huh, Jehraye?”

I am. I’m also confident in the fact that my waffles are better.  She laughs a little then says;

“Now, I truly believe you just be saying shit.”

What you mean?

“You don’t remember what you said last night?”

No. Oh God, what the fuck did I say?

“Ohhhh Jay, you were bad, just saying anything.”

Stop playing, What did I say 

“Can I grab your stomach, you look so soft.”

WHAT

That ain’t it. Then you said “Yo toes so pretty ,Can I suck on em?” mind you, It’s low-light and you can’t even see my toes”

It don’t get no worse do it?

“It does. When we was-”

Stop, I don’t need to know anymore of that Embarrassing shit.

“😆 you said it”

This why I don’t drink. I get around people I find attractive and all my kinks/ fetishes  and shit start coming out.

“Oh? Fetishes, you say?”

Yeah. But let's keep it PG. I ain’t cool truly taking this conversation where it could go and you haven’t decided on whether or not you would even let me kiss you.”

“See I probably would have if…you ain’t just eat that Seafood omelet.”

Jay proceeds to look at the omelet with a little stank face and says “Damn, bruh. You ruining my chances.”

Not you talking to the food

“Man, you gotta talk to it 🙂 that’s how you know what it wants. Ya understand? You gotta know if  it wanna be flipped, smacked, drilled, massaged…”

I thought we were keeping it PG?

“Ohh damn. I did say that .”

Just then my phone started vibrating.

Yes, you di- Hold on, my friend is calling me.

“Its cool.”

 Lan where the hell you at? I told you I was getting breakfast with Jay. Girl, it aint breakfast no damn more. It’s twelve damn thirty! Oh shit. Aight, I’m about to leave.

“Everything good?”

Yeah, but I gotta go cause me and my friends have plans and our flight leaves in 7 hours.

“Damn, and I was gonna ask you to dinner.”

I’m sorry. I would like to, but I can’t.

“How about thursday after next?”

Oh no, I’m not from here.

“I can tell. But you have my number. We can Facetime, cook and enjoy a meal together. “

 I’m down for that.

“Cool. Let me pay and I'll walk you out. -----Thank you Love, Here’s ya tip.”

OH! Thank you. The waitress walks away but not before saying, “Don’t forget to come pick up your child Friday ."

“Maaaaan, all I know is you better have him ready when I come.”

Yeah yeah

I look at Alani  and she’s looking at me funny.

She then says “I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

 I Don’t. I promise you it ain’t what you think.

“If you say so.” she replies

For real, that’s my Godson’s mama.

“Okay.”

We get up from the table and walk toward the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He opens and holds the door as I walk out. We reach the outside where the sun is beaming down on us and he still hasn’t let go of my hand when he turns to me and says “the crawfish and shrimp killed the kiss; but can I have a hug?” I give him a hug and this muthafucka lifts me off of my feet looks me dead in my eyes and says “Understand, not only am I willing and capable of figurativey sweeping you off your feet. I can do it literally too.” He puts me down and I stand there for a second waiting for him to unwrap his arms from around me. He says “See ya later Gorgeous. As i’m walking away my phone starts vibrating and I think it’s Mari or Nya but It was Jay. I pick it up and turn around, now walking backwards, smiling and looking at him.

Hello?

“Turn back around”

For what? Aint nothing back there for you to see. 

“Maybe you had a stain in the back of your skirt and I’m tryna see.”

Ain’t no stain on my skirt Jay.

“How you know? You can't see back there.”

I know ain’t nothing back there because my period ain’t on, it’s clean and I didn’t sit on anything.”

“If you say so.”

I do. Do I have to keep walking like this or you gonna let me walk in peace.

“You turned around, i ain’t ask you to.”

Whatever.

Yeah, exactly 😂. Call me before you get on the plane.

I will.

“Aight, talk to you later.”

Later.

I hang up the phone and go back to the  hotel, get to the room where Nya and Mari are getting dressed so we can leave. I’m still wearing the same green cargo style maxi skirt, tan cropped  graphic tee, orange platform sandals and Crochet bucket hat I had on this morning. Cute but comfortable was definitely the move for today's outfit. Mari though, naw. Despite carrying a gun at all times, Mari  wore very form fitting clothes and today was no different. She wore a long Jade Green crocheted halter top dress, A nameplate Necklace  and these really pretty “Fairy '' heels she bought from somewhere. She had put her signature Ginger  hair in a messy bun. How she finesses  these wigs so well, I’ll never know. Nya, Had decided she was gonna step into her Stud  bag today. She wore these light blue skinny jeans with cutouts at the knees, slightly Oversized “Cult Movie Club'' Steven Rhodes tee and some black Jordans.She threw that silk press behind her ears, put on that bucket hat and that watch her daddy gave her three years ago and we were out. 

We had two things to do before we left. Visit Nya’s Grandma and go to New Orleans Drink lab. We went to the drink lab first.  We had registered for the two hour class where we would be making cocktails like the Sazerac and the Hurricane. I learned how to properly muddle because apparently you can overdo it. We made and sipped a few drinks. They were damn good and I definitely took down some of the recipes in my notes so that I can go home and make myself about two of those hurricanes. I really enjoyed that. After we left the Drinking Lab we were on our way to Nya’s Grandma’s house. 

She lives in one of those  shotgun houses in the Treme Neighborhood. We pull up to the house and from the outside you can tell it’s an old house. It needs to be pressure washed but, She’s in her Seventies and her children either live out of state or fairly far away. So, it ain’t getting done right now. We get out of the uber suitcases in tow,  and walk up to the house and I immediately recognize the Black storm screen  covering the Orange four paneled crescent windowed door . Nya knocks on the door, her grandmother asks “who at my damn do’?” “It’s A’nya Granny.” She says and we listen as she fumbles with the locks, opens the door, Then the Storm door. No sooner than we walk in, the scent of cinnamon and oranges playfully dance about my nose. 

Mrs. B,  who we called Mama B, mama or granny; who doesn’t allow random people to call her by her full last name because “Without her husband, it’s only half a name.”   keeps a cinnamon broom in every room in this  house. Walking into this house feels like home. From the wood floors, fading and chipped red paneling on the walls,  the shelf in the corner that houses all the knick-knacks and treasures she has collected over the years; that aged brown couch with the small coffee table directly in front it. The pictures of herself and the ones she loves on the walls, the decorative rug halfway under the table. Right down to the gas stove, small “ice box” that is situated  next to the back door, A china cabinet on the wall opposite the stove and the beautiful knife block tucked into the corner where the end piece of the cabinet contours to the wall. It all felt like home.

 Her house stayed warm because she always had the curtains open  during the daytime. We walked to the table and sat down as Nya’s grandma asked if we wanted something to drink. No one declined the glass of Ice tea that was maybe a little too sweet from time to time. Then Mama B sat at the head of the table and started asking us about our time here in New orleans.

I see you still with that pretty wife of yours Nya

“Grandma, yes. I told you this was a forever thing”  Nya said as she looked at Mari like she did 2 years ago on the night they got married.

If you aint got nothing else from your paw, you damn sure know how to pick em pretty.

“Thank you, Mama,” Mari says. 

We talked about the drink lab, our stay at the hotel and the bar hopping we did last night. Nya brings up a story about how this guy tried to talk to her despite telling him she was married and her wife was sitting right next to her. The guy being dumb drunk says “I like girls who like girls.”

 “Well what you say to him Ny-Ny, cause you a lil  smart-ass like your daddie.” 

 He your son.

“Yeah, that’s why I know where you get it from.”

“She said; “Well I like boys who like boys. You okay with that?” Mari answered.

Got dammit girl. Yeah you definitely mine.

We all laugh at what Mama B says to Nya because it’s so true.  Not only does she act like her, she looks like her grandmother. The same bright yellow complexion, round face, big ears and heart shaped mouth. She had her mama’s eyes though. After few more minutes of talking, i’m now the topic of conversation and am being asked if I met someone. Mari, jumps in and says “Yep. and he was cute too. He even took her out for breakfast this morning.”

 “Oh?! Well what he look like?” asks Mama B

Cute. He was tall, brownskin, tattoos, a head full of hair. He had on a nice bracelet, a light brown cuban shirt, Tan pants . I couldn’t see his shoes though. And he had a pretty gold ring on his middle finger. Oh! A set a grillz that covered six of his bottom teeth. 

“What’s his name baby?”

Jay Guidry.

“Oh, I don’t know anybody by that name.------Well did you enjoy his company?”

“Shoot we all did. He paid for ALL of  her drinks and about 2-3 rounds of ours.” Nya says

“That’s good.” Granny says.

Our conversation continues for about another fifteen minutes before we tell Nya’s grandma that we have to leave. She hugs us all and kisses Nya on the cheek before we exit the house, get in the uber and make our way to the airport. On the ride back all I can think about now is, Jehraye. How handsome this dude really was. His facial features were so balanced to me. He had chubby cheeks but high cheekbones. A flat bridge but the tip of his nose was kinda round. His face was round but his jawline was sharp. He has small eyes and naturally arched eyebrows  with eyelashes longer than Mari’s nails. He is exactly what you think of when you imagine someone who is pretty and handsome.

Before I know it, we were at the airport getting our bags from the trunk of the uber and walking into the airport. We went to the gate closest to our terminal and sat down. We had another hour and some change before the flight left so I decided to call Jay while Mari went and got Overpriced food from the subway. 

Hello?

“How ya doing?”

Better now.

“Were you busy?”

Naw, I just got off the phone with my homeboy.

“The one that was with you last night?

Yeh, That fool ass bwoy.

“Why you say that?”

 Man, this dude want me to ride two whole hours with him 

“To where?”

Nowhere he just be going on random ass roadtrips

“That ain’t a bad thing.”

No, it’s not but once you done been stuck in a city, where you don’t know nobody, ya best friend getting pussy and you in a hotel room  cause you ain’t got your car cause your so-called friend said ya’ll were only there to try food….too many damn times, road trips ain’t all that fun no more hea.

“Oh shit, he be leaving you stranded like that? 😂”

That’s exactly why I tell his ass “no”. 

“I don’t blame you there.”

Nuff’ about him though. How you like my city?

“It’s beautiful, always is.”

You’ve come down here before?

“Yeah, this is like my third time.”

Did you enjoy it?

I did. I met this fine ass guy named Ja-Jerahn, Jared, Jervaughn, Something with a “J” Guidry.”

Uh huh

“Tall, smelled good, Head full of hair, That I lowkey wanted to play in.”

Is that so?

“Yeah don’t tell him that though.”

Yeah okay 😂

“Oh! And he had the most kissable lips

I suck my teeth before saying “Well, why you aint kiss me. You knew I wanted you to?!”

“I can’t act on all my impulses.”

The ones you have with me, yes the hell you can.

“You wild 🤣 I keep telling you that we don’t know each other.”

True but I wanna get to know you.

“We're  in the middle of that now.”

True and I do have one question for you right now.

“Okay.”

How tall are you cause-

“Shut up Jay!”

I’m just saying, I saw clean over your head the whole night.

“I’m tall e-damn-nough.”

Soft spot I see.

“Not really but men always point out my height.”

That’s cause you short mama.

“To y'all, nobody told ya’ll to bring asses over here.”

True. Ion know about them but, I saw a pretty face. Initially, that’s all that matters.

“I believe ya.”

You should, why would I lie about that?

“People have lied for and about less.”

I aint them. My name is Jehraye “Jay” Guidry. But you can call me “Big Daddy”.

“You nasty 😂.”

You have no Idea. I’ll make you nut in my mouth and kiss you.

I almost burst out laughing. Her silence was loud ass hell. It’s like you could hear her jaw drop over the phone.

Alani….

“Yo, you can’t be saying that in the airport!”

YOU in the airport. I’m home. 

“ what are you doing anyway?”

I’m about to cook some spaghetti. I was gonna make a tripe soup but I didn’t feel like it once I got in the store.

“I bet you eat chitlins’”

And pigs feet too. She let out a little giggle and our conversation continued. I now know that she likes earth-toned colors, and black has a special place in her heart; she’s not a fan of potato salad or celery,  she’s been natural for over ten years, and that she is from Columbia,SC. We continue talking about random shit until she tells me that she’s about to board the plane and has to hang up. We say our goodbyes and I get back to cooking. Spaghetti and garlic bread, onion and all.

PT 2

[winchesterangle]

Falling for a green eyed stranger

Warning: None I think

Sitting at a Bar at 12:00 in the afternoon is not the way I thought today was going to go. staring down at my third beer stewing on the events that just occurred this morning.

" You look like how I feel" says a deep voice that instantly sends shivers down my spine.

Tilting my head just a little bit to look at the source of that voice. I greeted by a beautiful green eyed man with a beer of his own in his hand.

" What?" Not really in the mood to talk to a complete stranger right now. Not realizing my words came out a little harshly

"I'm sorry, you just look like your have a rough day" the stranger says holding his hands up in a surrender

Turning my body turn the stranger

"No I'm sorry I didn't mean to be harsh, I'm just like you said having a rough day" bring my beer to my lips. For a couple seconds there was a awkward silence until he dictates to speak again

"Hey no hard feelings sweetheart, trust me Ik how that feels." He takes a sip of he beer then turns to me "how about you tell me what going on in that pretty like head of yours, you know get it if your chest

"Oh I don't know, you don't want to hear about my problems" you chuckled

Giving me a gentle smile " Trust me I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't interested "

Taking A deep breath " It started a month ago, I had just got fired from my dream job because my boss got a little handsy and rejected him.

"Wow fucking asshole, what a creep" he say clenching his fist. " Sorry continue"

"It's okay he is definitely a creep. Anyways, I got out of there as soon as I could. The next day I went to HR to report him only to find out he had reported me for trying to force myself on him and I was fired on the spot.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, that horrible" he said placing his hand on mind feeling the warmth spread on my hand.

"And that only half of it" seeing his eyes widened for a quick sec. He gestures for me to continue.

" After going home that day my boyfriend came over and I told him what happened and he was so supportive and held me while I cried. But after that I was just sad and distant for 4 week. Yesterday I woke up and looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize the person I've become and Ik I need to do something about. First thing I did was clean the mess that had piled up in my house. You know clean house clean mind" we both chuckled " then I made a plan imma make it up to my boyfriend with a romantic surprise apologize breakfast, so I got up earlier this morning picked up food from our favorite breakfast spot and headed to his place

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this surprise" he says interrupting your story

" Yeah , I should have known something was up when I got there and there was a car that I didn't recognize in the driveway. But I just brushed it off and went inside, that's when I noticed what looked like a romantic dinner that looked like it'd been sitting there all night with two empty plates and two empty wine glasses and burnt out candles. Ignoring the bad feeling in my gut I go to make my way upstairs to the master bedroom. I take a deep breath. I open the door and I see not just my boyfriend but my ex boss making out naked looking like they just woke up.

The look of pure and utter shock on this man's face was an understatement "wow, just wow, never in a million years would I have thought that was going to come out of your mouth.

So what did they say when they realized you were standing there."

" Well they just got out of bed completely unfazed when my boyfriend looked at me with a stone face and ask "what are you doing you never called" and I didn't know what to do. All I said was "why, just tell me why" and all his said was " you're never around any more I'm a man with needs, needs you weren't satisfying" and I left right after that I come straight here and we'll you know the rest."

" I swear to chuck, if I ever see these guys trust me they won't be very satisfied then." he said now on his three beers since we start talking me in my fifth starting to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol.

" Thank you for sitting here and letting me get that off my chest. I really appreciate you listen to me"

" No problem sweetheart, to be honest it was a nice distraction from my own problem and helping you is just a plus." Both of us chuckling

" Come to think of it we've been sitting here talking, well I've been talking you've been listening, and Ik it's crazy but you never got each other's name." After a second of think the green eyed stranger looks at me the smile

" Yeah, I guess we haven’t."

" well, how about I start by saying, My name is

Y/N Y/L/N

" It is a pleasure meeting you Y/N, my name is Dean Winchester." He said, holding his hand out to shake. I quickly returned .

"So Dean now that I've got my problems off my chest now it's your turn."

" Alright Alright , I will just let use the bathroom real quick and I'll be right back," Dean says while running to the mens bathroom

Sitting there with a big smile on my face waiting for my new friend to come back from the bathroom. That’s when I noticed his phone go off indicating a text. I didn't mean to nosy but the message popped up on the screen from someone name Sammy

Sammy: Hey dude, whenever you done with your latest conquest I think I found a lead for the case call me when you get this

Looking at the text just thinking " wow why did I think he can be different men are all the same" laughing at myself I quickly pack my stuff, pay for my beers and go to hail a cab before Dean gets a chance to come back. Setting in the cab thinking

How crazy my day was ready to just get home and go to sleep and that exactly what I did

[justasimplesinner]

Trigger Warning Self Harm

Could I get a snippet of The Big Bois and Venom reaction to the following? After a lovely date, whatever that would entail for the character, their S/O begins to cry. The guys, heavily concerned, ask about it. The S/O grins sheepishly and says slowly, " You know that scar ( or those scars) I have ( a body part). Well it's been a year, a year. Since I've last done something to hurt myself like that Due largely to you just, being supportive."

I understand if this is too dark, if so I completely understand not writing this, I'm just asking this bc I have a few scars from my own relapses n I like to think about some big strong dude loving me regardless them n helping me love myself. Sry this is super self indulgent and embarrassed which is why I'm on anon okay bye thank you so much

ok hun i know im fucking late to the party, and personally i do not have such experiences as you did (im sorry you had to go through shit like this) so this might really not be what you wanted, but if i can in any way make you feel better with my horrendous writing, i will also, im fucking sorry, but imma go with just bane k? im trying to get back to writing and shit aint easy, so im hoping to take it one step at a time TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF SCARS AND SELF-HARM

Bane with a s/o that used to self-harm:

you two didn't go on dates that often. i mean yeah, he did spoil you, that he did, but he's more the type to do little things for you instead of taking you out on fancy dinners. what i mean is carrying you to bed and covering you with a blanket whenever you fall asleep in a place you definitely shouldn't sleep in, leaving your favourite snacks in places where you'll easily find them etc. however, whatever his darling wants, his darling gets, and if that's a dinner date at a nice restaurant, then so be it

it was also a nice way to celebrate your first anniversary, so he really had no way to refuse

he may not have taken you to the fanciest place out there, and yet you felt like royalty. it was a nice corner mexican joint, he knew the owners and they were one of the only people that served him without question, and he always offered them his protection. they set your table nicely, even pulled out fancy champagne flutes (yeah, there were plastic, but so what), put decorations on your table - to put it shortly, they did their best and also made the place feel very homey and comfortable

the evening was great. nice food, cheap but good alcohol, cozy atmosphere, conversations that stretched on for hours filled with laughter. that was exactly why you loved him. for his respect for you, for his care, for his protectiveness, for his dad-jokes and stupid, booming laugh that you swore made the walls tremble. he was the one, you knew it. you've never had someone you felt this comfy with, who made you feel so safe and loved, who never treated you like you were worth nothing, like you didn't deserve anything coming your way. but most importantly, you've never had someone that made you believe in your own strength and worth, that made you believe you deserved to be loved

you really didn't want to break down in front of him. things were going so well, you were trying to be strong - and he was really helping with that - but… it all came crashing down really. and it was a big, confusing mix of everything - of guilt, of shame, of pride, of happines, of love. you couldn't handle that

Bane got a little scared there ngl. i mean, you looked so happy, and then suddenly, you come home with him and start bawling your eyes out. he was a little confused, to say the least

and that's when the dam finally broke. you've never told anyone about this, about your own suffering, but he made you feel so safe and you wanted him to know. you wanted him to feel how grateful you were and only hoped that he wouldn't turn away from you after this

it took a lot of courage from you, he could feel it. you were practically trembling, your voice breaking as you clutched at his arm when you told him everything. about where those scars actually came from and how he helped you with that without even knowing, how there weren't any new ones since you two started your relationship

he's quiet most of the time, just holding you close, but he knows he has to say something less you'd think he hated you. that much he already learned, about the validation you needed from him. he doesn't throw any accusations at you, like how you could've told him sooner or if you were scared of telling him. i mean, of course you were fucking scared of saying that and that's what made him feel so special that you finally did

he will whisper simple, loving words of encouragement while he lightly rocks you both in a slow rythm. he will tell you how grateful he is that you've told him this, how proud he is of your progress, how happy he feels to be the one to help you through this. he wants you to know that your words mean a lot to him, that you mean a lot to him and he's going to love you no matter what

[conniesrockstargf]

Y'know...this morning i was reading a fanfic and it made me stop and think about my career choice. For context, it was a jjk fanfic about Gojo coming back as a cursed spirit to watch over the kids (was sobbing at 8 inna morning). And it made me realize why I'm so attached to the adults of JJK, mainly Nanami and Gojo.

They advocate for the children. That is shown throughout the whole show and manga. It made me think of how i chose my career choice out of suffering lmfao. By that i mean, i almost killed myself at 16 then decided it wasn't that serious and then went "damn there's prolly other kids in the world who feel like this, imma be the one to help". Enter me wanting to become a child/teen therapist.

Nowadays there's so much pressure on the youth to grow up and mature and the elders are so contradictory about it because they complain about the kids being "too grown and not acting their age" but force ridiculous expectations and roles upon them. They get mad when the youth bends under said forces and become the products of the environments forced onto them and they get mad when the youth decides better and can see what's wrong with the elders vision.

I'm 19 years old, an older sister of 8 younger pups and 1 older brother. The urge to care for people has been deeply ingrained in me from the time i breathed out my first scream. I've been through shit that I've had to get through on my own. Whether it's against societal norms, familial norms, racial norms or whatever other bullshit has been created to simplify our existence, I've been fighting since i can remember and i will continue to fight until I can't anymore. I want to leave behind a legacy of fighters and dreamers and believers. Whether they're my own flesh and blood or those I've adopted (figuratively and literally) as my own, I don't want the youth to suffer anymore, they go through enough. Why do we insist on making them fight? They're babies for the sake of the universe, they don't NEED to fight anything. They just need to play, and ask their silly questions, and eat all the junk food they can stuff in their lil mouths and enjoy their time because it just passes so quick and before you know it... they're in college and driving and working big time jobs.

Gosh it's so scary out here. I just wanna make this world a safer and easier place for the youth, afterall they are our future. And if I can't make this place better, I'd like to be the one to show them how or how to get to the places that are safer.

Being young is a curse in itself. You're very vulnerable from the time you leave the womb, and you are constantly vulnerable from that moment on. People take advantage of that vulnerability. You're small and naive and new to everything. There are people who will help you along the path, leaving rocks for you to follow along to help you further out into an easier circle, and then there are those who will purposely lead you astray to hurt you.

We truly live in a time, where the youth should be the main priority. They have so much potential, so much power in their little hands!!

Please, protect the youth!

[theuniverseawakens347]

Jamal macabre.. ya asked me to do the make up for Ronnin HAY PALIMIRA .. sorry girl!!!

But like I caught you cheating MANY TIMES over text and Instagram and when I ask you about you say “oh nothing” or delete the WHOLE convo except little bits

Bc WHY YOU LIVING W ME CLAIMING ME BUT GOT A BITCH TEXTING AT 2 AM TALKING BOUT SOME “I’m tryna see what it do” then at 8 you gon reply “what that mean” but doing this 🥰…

YOU KNOW WHEN A BITCH FLIRTING AND A MOFO WANA GO DEEPER IN CONVO .. ITS 2 AM BOOTY CALL HRS TF WHERES THE REST OF THE CONVO YOU PICKED N CHOOSE OUT OF IT WHAT TO DELETE CAUSE INWAS ALREADY PRESSING YOU WHY YOU ACTING WEIRD W YA PHONE WHEN I COME INTO THE ROOM.

… then YOU continently delete all convos of women KARA HAY BITCH HE FUCKED YOU WHILE IM IN MEXICO W AJA BUT TELLING ME IM THE ONLY BITCH FOR HIM … ya wonder why i stopped fucking you AGAIN DEC 2018 I ASKED ARE YOU HAPPY WHATS GOING ON .. YOU PROCEEDED FURTHER W ME. … Lee how’s this work for you!?? DANIEL FUCKTARD SELF

“I’m quitting my job don’t know where afraid to move “ -

It’s okay I’ll pick up a second job … ends up getting a dog when I quit and NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER .. anyways everything works out even if ya gotta struggle 🤷‍♀️🙂

- what tf do you want from me … ya talk about ya 20s the best time of my life … I GOT FUCKING KIDS ALL AROUND ME WHO DONT WANT TO GROW UP AND WHEN I ASK FOR HELP WANT ME TO SHOVE MY HAPPINESS DOWN N BECOME THEIR MISERY … - NO TF THANK YOU BITCH I RATHWR STRUGGLE ON MY PATH N FIND THE LIGHT - JAMAL AINT WRITE SHIT ON MY MIRROR THATS ALL ME STEPPING INTO MY NATAL CHART AND HELPING HIM FIND HIS OWN SO HE COULD STOP USING ME AS A FUCKING EMOTIONAL CRUTCH WHILE I GOT A DAMN TEENAGE AND A DOG I CARE BARELY FEED NOW CAUSE YOU HOS JUST BUGGING …

WHO SAID I SPENT ALL MY MONEY ON WEED!?? TRISTAN A FRIEND SOMETIMES BOO HE ON WHAT IM ON QND HAPPY TIL HE OVER STEPPED AND I HAD TO LET HIM GO BC LACK OF COMMUNICATION CAN RUIN A GOOD THING EVEN IF IM SAYING UR THOUGHTS OUT LOUD .. and Jamal I said to you STRESSED OUT IN FRONT OF SHANYCE “ I DONT WANT TO BE 30 STRUGGLING TO FIGURE IT OUT” and bc I WOULDNT LAY W YOU .. you made it a fucking reality for me .. SAME W YOU DANIEL .. 2021 AROUND MY COMP I ASKED YOU TO HELP ME BABY SIT NEFFI SO SHE NOT HOME ALONE THAT WEEKEND AND YA END UP “how can I steal neffi // get back w cashay” .. YA WALK INTO MY APARTMENT ITS CALM PEACEFUL AND PUT TOGETHER AND YOU AUTOMATICALLY THINK “damn she’s doing better than me ..” I TELL YOU WHAT FOOD IM FEEDING NEFFI $25 FOR FRESH HEALTHY CUT MY TIME FOR COOKING SPEND $50 A MONTH GET A BLOCK THAT LAST W MEASUREMENTS ON WHAT TO FEED HER, SHE LEAN N FIT FOR HER BREED and you think I’m starving her … BITCH YOUR FAT I COOKED WHEN WE LIVED TOGETHER MISTER “I want a Latina gf to flip tortillas on the stove like a real one” .. you cooked ONE TIME and ya don’t know how to take care of urself you just know how to work a job.. but wana take me on dates UR MONEY THINKING THATLL MAKE ME FUCK YOU NO NIGGA .. WE BOTH LIVE IN A 600sq ft apartment TOGETHER PAYING $1500 ON A PLACE YOU TOLD ME WAS MONTH TO MONTH COME TO FIND OUT ITS A FULL YR LEASE AND I ALREADY AIGNED THE DOTTED LINE AND MADE THE ADJUSTMENTS TO LEAVE MY PARENTS HOUSE

3 niggas I lived with and 3 in TOTAL FUCKING FAILED ME. and I did the same thing w each DISTANCE MYSELF TO BETTER MYSELF .. but again

IF I AM TO BE A WARRIOR IN THE SKY LIFE GON GIVE ME PATHS TO BUILD THAT , and I charge that shit to the chin every fucking time. I don’t like it but imma do it thug it out and get somewhere .. BABY STEPPS .. ya want the end result RIGHT AWAY … but tell someone else brick by brick 🫤

Ya need the PSYCHWARD , RUN ME ALL YA MONEY IN A ROOF OVER MY HEAD AND LET ME TEND MY GARDEN OF YAHWEH FUCKING WINGS .. ya miserable and asking me to help you BUT NOT GIVING ME THE PROPER TERRAIN TO GROW IN FULL .. so I’m slow while ur misery growing n you blaming me.

ALSO WHY TF YOU THINK GOD GOTTA SAVE YOU WHEN YOU KEEP MAKING DUMBASS CHOICES TAKING THE EQSY WAY OUT!???

- cows brain circle OROBORUS