#bloody retweets shit :3

[bloodyneonwolf]

He little meow meow :3333

Clay's sketch!

[dystopiandilfs]

I am never been so close to anti-stan then I am right now. Dreams Twitter fanbase started the biggest hate train on him because they themselves:

1. Took his inital tweet with the drugs comment as a race issue, like it was obvious that was not the intent or even the focus.

2. Got mad at his completely rational reply to a toxic Stan that used both white and adhd as an isult - the toxic Stan was saying his fanbase will dogpile them, well if you didn’t phrase your concerns in a toxic way in a public place maybe you wouldn’t be concerned about it. Like he empasised he had no intent to relate it to rap - and they see him say rap and fucking ran with it.

3. Got mad at him for disagreeing with someone generalizing his 23 million fans as anti-black, like even his stance on stans is entirely anti-generalizing, he literally denounced any that are in the same comment.

4. Bullied him into unprivating his account because they can’t share screenshots apparently.

5. Got mad a him for tweeting a fucking heart.

Then they turn around and blame the entire thing on the antis, like no. You blew it out of proportion and reacted like shit to everything he did. You are the problem. All the responses to his last tweet are “educate yourself and reflect” and “come back with a better apology” like no. He apologized when he shouldn’t have and you cyber bullied him. They are bloody proud of theirselves for “holding him accountable“ for something they misconstrued.

He needs to delete that stan video because they aren’t worth it.

First thing i want to say is that this post is going to be joint answered as evangeline is white so this is going to be answered by her and me as im half african half american. Normally evanageline would be voicing her opinions and adding ours in if we had any but as its a racism issue she didnt feel comfortable to voice only her opinions. However shes the one writing the post apart from this bit to keep up the consistentcy of the blog page. -Trinity (Basically Trin gave her thoughts using a voice note and I slightly edited it so the sentences were a bit more coherent and added both mine and the other admins opinions as Trin doesn't really use twitter unless it's through my priv account - Evangeline)

I will say that a lot of the fan drama that you see are a smaller group that is known to attack and harass Dream and anyone who disagrees with anything. Eventhough they are a small group they mass reply to everything and make themselves look bigger than they are. Not only that but the only thing they end up doing is overshadowing the original issue at hand which is fans harassing and being racist to eachother. So a lot of what I'm about to say is mainly what this group is doing and isn't at all a reflection of a lot of fans but it is something that needs to be talked about especially since a bunch of this groups members are either white or white passing but get mad on black people's behalf and is basically setting them up.

I don't mean to be rude or dismissive but a lot of people used this as an opportunity to trauma dump. Like I know going into horrible details about what you have to deal with is the only way to get the point across sometimes however harassing Dream and spamming him with stuff like "I was harassed because I'm gay" "I was doxxed because I was Asian" is lowkey weird. Like why are you telling this random guy on the internet that you were doxxed? What is he going to be able to do about it? Also not to defend Dream but how are you going to sit there and break one of his few boundaries whilst trying to educate him.

On top of that the issue was originally how racist some of the fandom are to black people but then other minority groups started talking about how they were also being stereotyped and attacked but all this is doing is talking over other minorities. For example a large group of fans started off talking about how they were being attacked by other stans because of their skin colour but then immediately started to harass and threaten others. Like some were clearly not being serious but dming people and update accounts to retweet and spread awareness isn't the move you think it is. Obviously a lot of them were genuinely trying to spread awareness and were trying to get the respect and treatment they deserve but all of that was being overshadowed by the few that were attacking and harassing creators and fans. Then a lot of it turned into minorites fighting each other over who was more oppressed which just makes the whole thing seem like petty drama.

I will say a lot of them were lovely. I am pretty uneducated on race based issues and how certain things effect people and can be racist so I was asking a lot of questions and most of them were nice. However I also got a lot of snarky ones like "google it" to questions that weren't general like "Is it mocking to call white people crackers and token white boy if you are a white person" or "is ______ considered micro aggressions"

However as usual it went from trying to educate your creators to who is the most oppressed and who can bring up more past drama that has already been addressed multiple times. I'm not being funny but the fact that some well known Dream antis were defending Dream and shitting on stans should really tell you how non productive this is. It went from "Hey Dream this comment is a bit weird can you delete it please" to "Dream you should stop being friends with this person and you should follow this person otherwise your racist" Like that's not helping anyone. The only thing that it's doing is breaking Dreams boundaries, setting Dream up and making stans look bad.

Like people were @ing Sapnap and George telling them to "collect the racist friend" like how is that spreading awareness. The whole thing went from being a good chance to educate to a big fucking joke that just made a lot of people upset and anxious.

Honestly the whole thing was pretty fucking hypocritical like you can't talk about being harassed whilst harassing people into hearing you out. A lot of the issues seemed really gatekeepy to me as well. One that I saw constantly get brought up was that the only people allowed to say dy*e were black lesbians as they created the word. Like a big topic was a misuse of aave but not a single person actual explained what it was or gave examples all I saw was "mcyttwt needs to stop using aave language it's offensive" like you can't claim to be educating people if you don't explain. Not everyone can access websites and caards that get linked because of regions or web rescrictions so they're not helpful either.

HOWEVER I will agree that a lot of their points were completely valid like the whole thing of "Feral Feb" over shadowing BHM and whenever Dream listens to rap people complain and call it bad music are two really good examples. I listened to a few twitter spaces to learn a bit more and things that were said in there was all good info that would be genuinely helpful to know and it really did help edcuate me however not a single tweet said any of it and that's why people don't understand what they're doing is wrong because nobody explains it.

A lot of the issues that people had with Dream were so weird as well like a lot of them were self oppression and turning normal things into racism. A lot of the issues had the same energy as the 404twt fans who were genuinely mad at Dream for having a colour that George couldn't see and they were harassing him and claiming that he was purposely excluding diasbilities.

Usually we would add more but Trinity got a bit upset and stressed so she had to stop answering various asks and the other admins are all white or white passing and don't feel like it's our place to put our own opinions. We will try to answer other asks with similar thoughts later - Evangeline

[redxblueihateloveyou]

You know it's always really funny to me when mhs say that had it not been for swimming Haru and Rin would've never become friends bc I'm like, that's how relationships work???? You initially connect bc of something you have in common and go from there???? In that case you can also apply it to mh bc if Haru and Makoto had not been neighbors since they were young they probably would've never become friends either, but nobody wants to mention that bc then their argument crumbles lol

Anyways, your blog is literally the best and your rh (and general) takes are always so nice to read

I'm... same, I just do not understand what’s new about this? Like my mom and dad met while they were both working at school, if I started talking with a guy cause he told me that he liked my chibi Akashi bag and anime, is this not allowed? This in no way means that that’s all we like about each other or smth, this means this one thing brought us together.

This is the reason why I dislike mh fans so much. Because the majority of them instead of posting some canon facts and truthful arguments, they either twist some words into something unrecognizable, either try to change a rh moment into mh. I just always thought ppl ship things for what they are, not what they are not...

And the main problem in this happening and the error in their equation is Haru. Cause they’re trying so hard to sew him into that but with everything he says and do he constantly falls off and they end up with mako-haha. It’s like they say that Makoto is the reason that Haru walks into his future, which is hilarious tbh, and the next movie airs and what do you know Haru is yelling at Rin’s face how “he only walks towards the future and wants it bc of him”, they say that s2 relay teams are what they truly want which everyone knows ain’t true and boom drama airs and Haru and Rin are talking how it’s not the same if they’re not together on the team. They air all the birthday stories and oh no, Rin is special again. I remember how they were running around after that frfr! episode, where Rin tries to make Haru laugh and Makoto says he actually already heard it before and turns out it was kid Haru’s evil laugh in his sleep at school. Like what is so special about that? And how is this mh related? Haru was cutely laughing watching Rin sleep and just reading his text.. that’s yeah, that’s the reason to fuss.

Their problem is always Haru, he never fits their mh plan like ever. But do they listen to him? No. Because we have a moment IN THE ANIME, where Haru says “RIN, I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU, TOO.” meaning he wants to be as brave/daring/passionate, etc. cause Rin represents freedom for him. Okay, I’d get why some needed me to post an arguments list for “Rin doesn’t like Haru only for his swimming”, which is still hilarious to me, but okay, he does have a kink in books about Haru moving in the water and goes about it for several pages, but with Haru this is actually not the case. 

I don’t know if anyone noticed it, but swimming is not what attracts Haru the most about Rin and never was. It’s his character and state of mind and the way he makes him feel aka free. It doesn’t matter what they do, like whether they eat their rolls or draw new years fortunes. Haru said his whole body is on fire just when he looks at Rin and he doesn’t even notice how he starts smiling when Rin talks to him. It’s just the way he makes him feel. And swimming has nothing to do with that. Sorry, guys lmao.

Did they seriously just erase this moment, when Rin writes how he wants swim as fast as Haru in his letter, but Haru looks at the sky and he has this kaleidoscope of Rin’s pic in his mind and what he says next is "Rin, I want to be like you, too.” 

And he means what he says. It’s not about the swimming truly, he admires the fact that Rin follows his dreams with such passionate determination. Mind the fact that moments of Rin that flash before his eyes in this moment a) when Rin openly gushes about Haru’s swimming in front of everyone; b) when he yells in front of the whole class that if he wants a relay with Haru, he will bloody get it; c) his swimming; d) when he tells Haru that he’s a sight he never saw before he’s gonna show him the sight he’s never seen before. It’s about how what Rin wants, Rin fights for until he gets it. Haru is in love with his passion, always was, always will be.

Haru doesn’t want to “swim like Rin” although they did compliment each other by saying “I find your strength amazing” “but I find your stamina amazing”, and Haru always drools about the power behind Rin’s strokes, but Haru swims in his own beautiful way. And while he adores the way Rin swims, that’s still not his favorite thing about Rin and never was. Every time he talks about Rin it’s always about his personality and surprisingly... it’s rarely about swimming. When he thinks about Rin it’s always stuff like... how he is so colorful and intense and full of life and passionate about his dreams and how he stands out among everyone else to him, not about his swimming skills. 

So this argument is dumb AF tbh. I’m like.. yeah, and Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying for his demonic cultivation skills. Not because of his strong character, daring heart and his incredible ability to tick him off and light his cold ass on fire.

P.S. Seriously tho this is the first shipping base I see who just always for some reason does this stupid thing with finding a crumb and actively trying to make it into a bread but then realise it’s realistically impossible so they just replace it with a plastic one and pretend it’s real. This in fact makes your ship ridiculous. You can’t try to push the line that Rin is abusive (thats still lol) and how Makoto is better for Haru, since Rin did everything to make Haru reach his dream and made him happy and he’s the only one who can help Haru, when he feels down like in s2 and then with Albert and etc. Makoto can’t. It’s the truth, just let it go. I know there are not much positives sides in mh relationships to be honest in my opinion, but there are still some (?). Why not base your arguments on truth? Like at least it’s gonna be mh, not some imaginary thing. Either love mh for mh or don’t. Like yeah, Haru doesn’t resiprocate, but maybe one-sided stuff is your kink, ok, explore this, fine, but don’t try to make Haru into somebody else. Then it’s not your ship anymore.

It’s just funny to me like that Rin here writes poems about Haru and openly flirts with him in restaurants and plans their future together and I don’t even need to exagerate anything, it’s just how it really is and meanwhile mh is like “remember how 7 years ago Utsumi said that Rin and Haru wouldn’t be friends if it wasn’t for swimming, so mh is the shit”.. like I’m sorry, but I think I’m allowed to laugh at this. Sometimes you just have to let it go, seriously. Or at least like idk think before you post (and I know that it has like 3 retweets and no one cares, but still 3 ppl agreed and it reached me somehow, so..). My policy is when I create posts about my ships is validation. Like my last Rinharu facts youtube post got 5K likes, I didn’t post my thoughts, just their moments and at the end I specifically said “I have links/translations to all of this, so name thing you want to read, I’ll link you” and I linked everyone whatever they wanted. 

This is how you tell ppl a story of why you love this ship and make them fall in love with it, too. Not by making up lies about what’s not there and twisting someone’s words (like this person wrote “thats what she really meant *adds complete nonsense*). And I know mh do not have any of this stuff that rh have, but if you really ship mh, find something real and go from there. Seriously, it’s better if you have smth small, but real, than a huge lie.

Also I still think ship is about two people, not just one. Why mh don’t want to listen to anything Haru says or wants like at all? That’s just sad. 

P.P.S. Thanks for liking my blog, this makes me so happy <3<3<3

[blvqebird]

Epicaricacy

The sting of water I consumed the night before hangs in my belly as I wake up to Cardinals and Crows chattering outside my window. I relieve myself. 

But something’s different. I don’t feel jolly or energized or refreshed. Only irritation. Only sadness.

“My moon cycle must be starting soon.” I think to myself as a wash my hands.

“Either that or I’m feeling the effects of the lunar eclipse sooner than I thought I would....”  I continue to ponder as I slick charcoal toothpaste over my brush.

Today of all days, the memory of all the traumatic experiences I’ve had in my life came back like a poltergeist. Like some fucked up sundae at the local Cold Stone Creamery. Like some macabre anniversary. In sequence. 

Most of my childhood, the immigrant family, teaching my mother how to spell things in English even before I had a full grasp of the language myself. The absentee father, the dogmatic religious upbringing that failed to realize just how much of it was hindering my free spirit, not helping. The college experience—the piece of shit from some town in the pacific northwest who found it amusing to try and humiliate a girl after fucking her, and the bigoted and two-faced “friends” I didn’t realize were bigoted and two-faced until later. The bastard who forced himself on me two years after that. I never got therapy for it. Never told anyone... Until today I guess. The bloody hustling my team and I were forced to do in Miami thanks to the conmen who took more than they gave. The person who crashed into me and left me on the street to die had it not been for the car behind me who witnessed it all, they never would’ve found him.

The racist glasses company I used to work for whose HR department is the equivalent of the Police in America. 

I’ll let that one sink in. 

They are the reason I have the EEOC database memorized and why I’ll never trust anyone in administration again. Why I record every interaction I have, and upload it to my cloud for retribution should I need it for safekeeping. 

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. The area between my eyes begins to tingle. I can’t help myself. I tear through my dresser, I pull out my cards, begin to shuffle, and true to Scorpionic form— I ask about every maggot that has ever crossed me. 

The Emperor, the Hermit reversed, 5 of cups, the 10 of cups, the 4 of cups: My father, he’s lonely. He wants his children now—but we are uninterested and too old to want him back.

The Knight of Pentacles, The 3 of cups, the 9 of swords, 7 of swords and Justice: The POS from the PNW and the others live with the guilt of their behavior and try to make up for it with disingenuous retweets of BLM. 

The Devil, Strength, The Tower, 5 of Pentacles, The Ace of Wands reversed, the 9 of cups reversed: The bastard who forced himself on me is currently living in squalor. Lost most of his money, his virility, and most of his hair. 

The Magician reversed, The 9 of pentacles reversed and Justice again: The conmen lost their business and had a class-action lawsuit filed against them for their thievery. 

The Chariot, the Tower, The Fool reversed, Judgement, the 8 of swords. The bastard who crashed into me was put in jail for it.  

The 3 of pentacles, the 2 of swords, the Tower, the Wheel of Fortune reversed, the 6 of wands reversed, 10 of pentacles reversed and Justice: Finally. The optical company that I spent almost two years helping develop on the foreign language front, is currently suffering a deliciously humiliating PR crisis for all the systemic bias they’ve inflicted on so many innocent and capable employees. People who look like me. Getting roasted all over the interwebs... Nowhere to hide now that the dirt they’ve buried in the dark has been unearthed and brought to light... Trying not to get sued while losing credibility, losing clientele, and most importantly—losing business. Because nothing hurts a company worse than getting hit in their pockets.

I put my cards back in my deck and a ripple of dark laughter creeps up my throat. My curses worked. No space for shame when righteous schadenfreude fills your belly. The universe has balanced the scales. I guess I should have foreseen that... The Wheel of Fortune, Justice, and the Sun have been flying out at me all year.

I finish shuffling. I thank my ancestors. I put my cards back in my deck. But before I close my wooden box, a single card shoots out from the 78. “What'd you forget to tell me...” I sigh under my breath, a bit nonplussed.

It's card No. 8, Strength. I’ve seen it a thousand times before. Still, something... something makes me take a good look at it. “A Lion...” I whisper to myself. “Well... my midheaven is in Leo..”.  I take a closer look, taking in the woman on the card. She’s holding the Lion's head aloft. Petting it, as if she's petting a common hound. She’s wearing white—she’s pure of spirit and has a kind heart. She’s wearing flowers around her hair, the ground she and the beast stand on is lush and verdant, full of life. A symbol of beauty. The Infiniti sign hovers above her head, she is in touch with the spiritual. She has unlimited potential. I look at the lion again, its tail is tucked in, it’s licking her arm. She is not forcing the beast into submission but rather, it is submitting to her. A symbol of raw but non-boastful power, courage, and bravery. She is smiling at the beast, even though it could kill her. She has mastery over evil. There is a mountain in the background. A symbol of an immovable force. Resilience. 

And at that moment, I am not sad anymore. At the moment, I understand.

My deck is reminding me of who I am. 

[imnotinclinedtomaturity]

Love Yourself (Chapter 15)

title: Love Yourself summary: A lot of things about Dan’s life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he’s got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He’s currently lacking inspiration, he’s rather lonely, and he’s stuck in a rut. Dan’s been going to the same coffee shop for years. It’s quiet, it’s quaint, it’s near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that’s he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista. chapter words: 8k story words: 113.3k (so far) chapter: 15/? rating: m warnings: language, alcohol, sex mentions, some bi/homophobia genre: singer!dan, coffee shop au, barista!phil, slow burn [[ao3]] [[first chapter]] [[previous chapter]]

a/n: as always, i love @auroraphilealis very much and appreciate all the time she spends editing for me.

also: before you send me an ask about using a read more, i did, they just don’t always work on mobile and there is nothing i can do about it :( take it up with tumblr lol

Dan woke up face down in his bed the next morning, unable to fucking move. He felt like he’d been run over by a goddamn train. In fact, he was pretty sure there wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t hurt.

Oh my god, this is definitely what death feels like.

He needed water. And coffee. And maybe some carbs.

“Addieeeeee,” Dan called weakly, the sound of his own voice aggravating his head. There was no response — not that he really expected there to be one. He had no way of knowing if Adaline was awake yet, and even if she was, his voice probably didn’t carry as far as the spare bedroom.

Using all of his willpower, Dan shoved his hand under his pillow, blindly feeling around for his phone. When his fingers finally found it, he pulled it far too close to his face and cracked one eye open to look at the screen.

Overnight, his phone had blown up. Frankly, it was a surprise that the vibrations beneath his pillow hadn’t woken him up and it was probably a testament to just how heavily the alcohol had knocked him out. Dan ignored all of the notifications, though, instead opening the phone app and pressing Addie’s name.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” Adaline greeted him way too cheerfully.

“Uggggh,” was all Dan managed to say — and it was more of a groan than a word. Adaline laughed so loudly that Dan could hear her in the next room over almost as well as he could on the phone. “Come here,” he mumbled.

“You’re bloody insane, Daniel.” The phone went silent halfway through Adaline’s laughter.

Knowing that Adaline was heading his way, Dan tried to force himself to roll towards the door, determined to look at least a little like a functional adult. He wasn’t particularly successful, though — he only made it halfway to his side before the excruciating pain of his hangover stilled him. Dan shut his eyes again, determined to close out the world.

Good enough.

He didn’t have to wait long before he heard his door being pushed open, and light pitter patter footsteps across his floor. There was nothing, though, that could have prepared him for the sudden jolt of the bed from Adaline literally jumping on it, landing on her knees near Dan’s torso.

“Fucking hell, Addie,” Dan grumbled, his slight progress towards rolling onto his side having been lost, the force of the bed shaking inadvertently rolled him back onto his stomach.

“Awww, look at you and your hungover ass,” Adaline cooed loudly, with zero respect for Dan’s feelings or headache.

“No one likes you,” Dan murmured bitterly into his pillow. Adaline jumped again, her knee actually knocking against Dan’s ribs this time. “Please stop that,” Dan reached out with every ounce of energy he had and caught her shin.

Even though his grip was nowhere near strong enough to hold her in place, Adaline stopped bouncing and came to rest on her calves, leaning her face down close to his head. “Sanka, you dead?” she asked.

“Ya, mon,” Dan managed to mumble back.

It was a long-standing inside joke between them, a reference to a movie they’d watched constantly growing up. Adaline had originally texted Dan it, with absolutely no follow up, when he was seventeen and out way past his eleven o’clock weekend curfew. He’d been rather drunk at the time, and flirting heavily with someone that he was pretty sure he was going to go home with — both facts that he didn’t want to disclose to his twelve year old sister — but he had taken a moment to write back ya mon =] and apparently that was enough. Without Dan even asking her to, Adaline had covered for him. Ironically, she’d told their parents that Dan’s friend had irresponsibly gotten drunk, and Dan had to take care of them because he was the only sober one — a cover story that she’d texted him in the dead of the night so he knew to go along with it. The next morning, he was fortunately able to pass off his small hangover as sheer exhaustion from helping his “immature friend” get through the night.

And since then, Sanka, you dead? had just become a thing between him and Adaline. If they went too long between talking, or one of them was supposed to hear from the other and didn’t, communication always started with a simple Sanka, you dead? — sometimes even reduced to a quick sanka?

Adaline prodded him in the shoulder, pulling Dan out of the near-slumber he’d fallen back into. “Seriously, bro, wake up.” She moved her finger to his cheek, poking him a few times. “Are you really that hungover?”

“Are you really not hungover?” Dan croaked back, barely audible.

“No, Dan,” Adaline laughed. “Unlike you, I’m not an old man.” She poked Dan in the face again before adding, “also I had one less drink than you, which can’t have hurt.”

“I hurt.” Dan turned his head just enough so that Adaline could see he his pout.

Adaline shifted, sitting cross-legged near Dan’s waist, evaluating him with humored eyes. Dan didn’t particularly appreciate her judgment. “Aren’t rockstars supposed to be, like, living the life?” she asked with a small laugh. “You know, doing cocaine every night and shit?”

“Are you really saying you’d rather me be coked-out right now?” Dan looked at her incredulously.

“No, I’m just saying that all things considered, a hangover seems like it’s on the minor end.”

“It doesn’t feel minor,” Dan whined, shoving his face back into his pillow.

“Poor Bear,” Adaline humed, with a not-so-subtle mocking edge to her voice. “What will make you feel better?”

“Coffee,” Dan mumbled into his pillow. “And a crumpet.”

“I don’t think you have either of those in the house. I tried and failed to have breakfast.”

“Wallet,” Dan gestured vaguely towards his floor where he was pretty sure he’d shed his pants last night — or rather, early this morning. The bed shifting was Dan’s only indication that Adaline had gotten up and followed his vague pointing. “Go downstairs to B ‘n G and get us something.”

“Ooh,” Adaline sounded intrigued. “Can I get chips from the place across the street?”

“Ad, you can buy the London Eye for all I care, just bring me a fucking crumpet.”

“Needy much?” Adaline mumbled as she left the room, but even Hungover Dan could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

The lure of sleep was tempting, and Dan nearly gave in. But when he closed his eyes, he was haunted by the notification-filled screen of his iphone and he needed to know what all of the notifications were.

Dan fished his phone back out from under the covers and swiped down, looking at the summary of his messages. There were two missed calls from an unknown London phone number, but no voicemail. Must not have been that important. There was a notification from twitter, too. From what Dan could see from the preview, it looked like Phil had retweeted Dan’s tweet at… one thirty in the morning.

What the fuck had he tweeted again?

Dan hadn’t exactly blacked out last night, but, well, the last hour or two of the night were definitely a bit fuzzy. He remembered coming back to the table with a final round, and insisting that he tweet a picture of him and Phil — which, in hindsight, Dan had no recollection of what that picture really had been. At the time, he had thought it was pretty tame, but in the past, Dan had thought some pretty risque things were tame when he was drunk. Although — Adaline had taken it, so it couldn’t have been that bad… right?

And after the photo, they’d drank some more. But what exactly had happened? Dan couldn’t quite remember. He tapped on the twitter notification from Phil, hoping that the photo would jog his memory.

@AmazingPhil: *my* fave lad is at it again <3 RETWEET: @danielhowell: your fave lads are at it again @AmazingPhil [picture]

Dan flushed, both at what Phil had tweeted and at the memories that flooded back.

Flashes of what they’d done after that tweet came to Dan. He had no real recollection of what they’d talked about. He did, however, remember inching closer and closer to Phil throughout the night, he remembered tucking his head into the crevice of Phil’s neck, he remembered kissing Phil’s cheek, and he remembered —

Oh fuck.

He remembered telling Adaline that he wanted to go home with Phil. And as best as Dan could remember, Phil had been sitting right next to him when he’d said it.

Phil had drank just as much as Dan had, though. Maybe Phil didn’t remember — for all Dan knew, Phil could be extremely oblivious to everything while intoxicated. Maybe Drunk Dan’s graceless attempts to be secretive had been just enough to hide his actions from Drunk Phil.

Probably not. But maybe.

Dan swiped back down on his phone, looking at the rest of his notifications. There were three unread messages from Phil. One that came in at half past midnight, and two that had come in that morning.

Whatever they were, Dan wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with them. He was cringing too hard from his own drunken behavior that he couldn’t possibly stand to open the messages. If he ignored them, maybe they’d go away and the consequences of his actions wouldn’t be real.

Dan shoved his phone back under his pillow, so far away that it clunked against the headboard. Determined to ignore it as best as possible, Dan shifted down the bed until his head was laying where his butt normally was and his feet were hanging far off the bed.

There.

Now, whatever had happened last night, whatever Phil had texted him, couldn’t touch Dan. He was safe down at the bottom of the bed and the world could just fuck the fuck off.

Dan must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing he knew, Adaline was perched on his abandoned pillow, waving something buttery and something coffee-y over his head.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she sang lightly, knocking something soft into his shoulder.

Dan flipped the covers off his face and looked up, his eyes hungrily landing on what Adaline had in her hands.

“Gimme,” Dan begged quietly.

“Sit up, silly, and you can have it.”

With every ounce of strength he had, Dan pushed himself into a cross-legged position across from Adaline, who was mirroring his position, leaned against the headboard with a box of greasy-looking chips in her lap. Dan immediately made grabby hands, reaching out to take whatever she’d brought him.

“Geez, geez, here.” She passed him a bag and a small to-go cup. “One crumpet, one triple espresso.”

Dan took a tentative sip of the coffee — god, he was dehydrated. But more than that, he desperately needed caffeine, so he powered through. He waited until he’d swallowed a few gulps to look back up at Adaline.

“So,” he asked tentatively, “On a scale of one to ten, how much did I embarrass myself last night?”

Adaline giggled, shoving chip in her mouth and looking at him thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe a seven?”

“That’s it?” Dan asked skeptically.

“Well, you didn’t throw up, so there’s minus one. And you didn’t offend anyone, so there’s minus another point. Plus, your drunk tweet was highly acceptable and actually cute, so there’s minus another.”

“But with Phil…” Dan trailed off.

Adaline laughed loudly and freely — that wasn’t a good sign. “You’re fucked there, mate. A full ten out of ten on that scale.”

Dan dropped his bagged crumpet to the bed, leaning forward until his forehead collided with Adaline’s ankle.

“Was it really that bad?” he asked gravely.

“I mean… well, maybe.” Adaline sounded pitying, which wasn’t overly promising. “But he was just as gone and embarrassing as you, so you’re fine.”

Dan peeked up slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Adaline said, tugging on his chin slightly so he sat upright again, “Phil seems just as hopelessly head over heels for you, so all of the humiliating shit you did?” Dan’s cheeks colored red at the reminder.” Yeah, he was just as bad.”

“Hmm.” Dan tore open the bag and took the crumpet out, nibbling off a small bite. Carbs, thank god. He thought back, trying to focus his mind on Phil’s actions last night — he remembered Phil’s hand landing on his leg at some point, he remembered Phil helping Dan put his coat on, he remembered Phil drawing Dan in close on the cold pavement.

“He texted me,” Dan blurted out.

“Oh did he, now?” Adaline didn’t sound surprised. Dan nodded vigorously, immediately regretting it due to the amplified pounding in his head. “And what did Sir Philip say?”

“I don’t know.” Dan turned back to his crumpet, peeking up at Adaline bashfully.

Adaline looked at him like he was ridiculous. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I didn’t read them. I was too nervous.”

“Oh my god, Daniel James Howell, who is the teenager here?” Adaline rolled her eyes, not waiting for a response from Dan. “Where’s your phone?”

“Under your ass.”

Adaline didn’t question him — she’d known Dan too long to question anything, probably. She merely leaned forward on her hands and pulled Dan’s pillow out from under her, plucking his phone off the bed.

“Passcode?”

“Twelve-fourteen,” Dan answered without thinking, breaking off another bite of crumpet.

“One two one four…” Adaline mumbled as she punched the digits. “What’s the significance of that?”

“The day I signed my record deal,” Dan said through a mouth full of food.

“Oh, look at that, Danny boy is a little sap.” Adaline peered up from the phone, taunting him with a smile.

“Fuck off. Don’t pretend your passcode isn’t something stupidly personal, too,” Dan complained, kicking out and nudging her calf with his foot. “What did Phil say?”

“Hmmm,” Adaline hummed as she navigated his phone, leaving Dan in desperate suspense. “He texted you last night, looks like when he got home maybe. He said he had a nice time and that it was nice to meet me and that you’re really pretty.”

“Wait, really?” Dan asked, surprised. He lowered his crumpet from his open mouth, staring at Adaline in disbelief.

“Really, really,” Adaline smirked.

“All of it?” Dan tried to reign in his giddiness, sure that Adaline was fucking with him. “He called me pretty?”

Adaline looked at Dan, amused and disbelieving. “Of course, you dipshit. That kid thinks the damn sun shines out of your ass, he obviously thinks you’re pretty.”

“Oh.” Dan felt his cheeks flushing and ineffectively tried to hide behind his coffee cup.

“You’re such a fucking dork,” Adaline mumbled under her breath. “Do you want to know what he said this morning?”

“I don’t know, is it terrible?”

“What do you mean is it terrible?” Adaline asked, her tone belieing the fact that she clearly thought Dan was an idiot.

“I don’t know, like, did he call me out for being drunk and dumb and coming on too strong?”

“Dan, he was plenty drunk and dumb and came on plenty strong himself, you weren’t alone, okay?” Dan cheeks, which were already flushed, felt like they grew impossibly hotter. He nodded his head dumbly, hoping Adaline would continue. “So he texted you an hour ago saying please dear god tell me you’re as hungover as I am? And then he texted you again twenty minutes ago saying — oh.”

“Oh, what?” Dan demanded, dread washing through him. Had Phil remembered how much of a drunk mess Dan had been last night? What if Phil changed his mind — or worse, Dan had read too much into Phil’s feelings for him?

“Er…” Adaline squirmed a bit. Dan could feel the knot in his stomach tightening. “Just remember that you were drunk, and were being suuuuuuper forward, and kind of hard to reign in last night.”

“Oh god, what?” The fear in Dan’s veins rushed faster. What the bloody fuck had he done last night?

“Well, I’d had a bit to drink too, and at one point I just flat out told Phil that I was there to babysit you and gave him a big lecture about how you needed time and space.” Adaline’s expression made it clear that she was wary of Dan’s reaction, which was fair. A lot of people — most people, probably — would be pissed if someone else was that brutally honest with their crush on their behalf, but Dan just felt a wave of affection.

Phil had needed to know. He’d needed to know that all of Dan’s flirting, and looks, and comments weren’t meaningless. Dan needed him to understand Dan not immediately making a move wasn’t because Dan didn’t want to. And as embarrassing as it was, Dan even kind of wanted Phil to know that Dan thought he was different, that he was special.

So Adaline taking the initiative to tell Phil, especially when Dan hadn’t known how to, was really just a blessing in disguise.

“You’re a good egg,” Dan whispered, offering her a small smile and ruffling up her hair.

“I know, I know. I’m amazing,” Adaline joked, sounding relieved at Dan’s reaction.

“No, seriously,” Dan insisted. “I don’t think I would have ever gotten the guts to say that to Phil and he needed to hear it. He needs to know that I’m in, but I just need, well, time.”

Adaline shrugged, laughing a bit. “Glad to help. I figure, Drunken Overprotective Dan has come to my defense enough that Drunk Overprotective Addie probably owes him a few favors.”

“So what did he say?” Dan asked, suddenly remembering that the point behind this conversation was that there was another message from Phil. A message that had made Adaline hesitate, and confess she’d done last night.

Adaline took a deep breath before reading. “He said that he was sorry if he crossed any lines last night and that he understands that you need time and that he’s there when you’re ready and he hopes you can be friends in the meantime.”

Dan’s mind whirled at all everything Addie was saying, not necessarily because of the amount, but because of the content. All morning, Dan had been worrying that he’d made a drunken ass of himself, that he’d been the one out of line last night. But Phil’s hungover bum was laying in his green and blue sheets, feeling nervous about the same thing. Unlike Dan, though, Phil was concerned that Dan might not want to be friends, and Dan couldn’t let Phil think that for even a second more.

He lunged forward, swiping his phone out of Adaline’s hands so that he could see the messages for himself. Now that he knew what they were, he wasn’t too humilated to read them.

Phil [12:28am]: I had a realky good time tonigjt an it was great to meet youur sister. Your’e very pretty night noght dear

Phil [9:14am]: Please dear god tell me you’re as hungover as I am?

Phil [9:57am]: Dan, I’m really sorry if I crossed any lines last night. I understand and respect the fact that you need time after Isabella and I want you to know that I’m here when you’re ready. Until then, I really hope we can still be friends xx

Dan typed back a message, hitting send before he let himself think over it — or worse, let Addie read it. Adaline was the queen of playing by imaginary dating rules, and if she saw what Dan was typing before he sent it, she’d surely make him change it.

Dan [10:22am]: i’ll always want to be friends with you, phil. no matter what

Fuck that came out even sappier than Dan had meant for it to. Maybe he should have let Addie look at it, after all. Embarrassed, he quickly tacked on another message.

Dan [10:22am]: why am i so hungover wtf

There. That was more casual, right? Not too casual, hopefully. Dan didn’t want to come across like he was avoiding talking about the topic of, well, them.

“Awww is baby brother texting back?” Adaline teased. Dan had barely pressed send on the second message before the phone was being ripped out of his hands.

“Addie, what the fuck! Swiper no swiping!” Dan launched himself towards his sister to steal his phone back, but was easily defeated. She held the phone just far enough out of reach that he would have had to kneel up to reach it, and god knows he wasn’t capable of doing that at this moment in time.

“Let’s see what you’re saying to your boyfrieeeend.”

“Stop calling him that, he’s not my boyfriend.” Dan’s hand was still limply reaching out for his phone, but he’d resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get it back unless Adaline gave it to him, or he mustered the energy to crawl to his knees to grab it back.

“Yet,” Adaline said simply, keeping the phone out of Dan’s reach but tilting it enough that she could see the screen. “God, bro, do you have no chill?”

“What? What do you mean?” Dan asked, alarmed. It had been a long time since he’d started dating someone, and he hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Louise that he sucked at it. His hatred — and slight ineptitude — when it came to dating, to playing the game, was at least part of why he was so adamant about monogamy.

“I’ll always want to be friends with you, Phil,” Adaline read back, her voice several octaves higher than normal, “No matter what!” She stuck her tongue out, making a gagging noise. “You’re disgusting and I hate — jesus fuck, you double texted, too.”

“So!” Dan exclaimed. He wanted to defend himself, but to do that he needed energy. “Phil triple texted!” he whined back.

“I guess you’re right…” Adaline trailed off, tossing him his phone back. Dan caught it gratefully.

“Do you think I need to, like… play it more cool or something?”

Adaline snorted. “I think playing it cool is well out the window after last night, don’t you?”

“I mean, yeah. But like,” Dan drank the remainder of his coffee as he tried to find the right words. “Like, do you think I should chill out on the texting him and seeing him all the time thing?”

Adaline stared at him contemplatively for a bit longer than Dan was comfortable with. He squirmed under her gaze, wishing he still had coffee or food left, just so he had something to do with his hands.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” she finally said quietly. “I don’t really know the protocol for when you’re already head over heels for someone and are trying to wait because of some arbitrary thing.”

“It’s not arbitr—” Dan tried to interrupt, but Adaline cut him off.

“Sorry, sorry, that was the wrong word.” She rolled her eyes endearingly.

Dan twirled his phone between his fingers, his hangover finally lifting just enough that movement wasn’t painful. “You don’t think I’m being insane, right?”

“I always think you’re insane. How so, specifically?”

“By waiting. With Phil, I mean.”

“No, I don’t. I think that it’s something I’ve never seen from you and I think that it’s good. Tbh, I’m still kinda shocked that you aren’t dragging me or Louise to a bar to be a wingman so you can find someone to fuck while you wait.”

“I couldn’t do that to Phil,” Dan said honestly, shrugging slightly.

“Yeah,” Adaline agreed. “And that’s what’s different. I like it. This whole trying to keep it in your pants thing is a good look on you.”

As complimentary as Addie’s words were, there was a hint of laughter to them that Dan couldn’t overlook. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“You mean the fact that you train’ed me in so that you wouldn’t fuck your crush? No. Never. I’m talking about it in my speech at the wedding.”

“We’re not —”

“Dating, I know, I know.” Her lips curled into a smile. “Yet.”

Yet.

Dan’s phone dinged in his hands, drawing both of their attention down.

“You deal with that, I’m going to get dressed. And so are you. And then you are going to hold up your promise to do something fun with me today.” Adaline flicked him on the nose, hopped off the bed, and trailed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind herself.

Dan waited until the door clicked to unlock his phone and read what Phil wrote.

Phil [10:36am]: Because we drank hardly any water and bad news bears, but hangovers just get worse the older you get.

Dan smiled stupidly down at his phone. Phil was just so goddamn cute. It didn’t take Dan long to craft a response — he’d decided that Adaline’s permission to not follow the cool rules of dating meant that he could just say the first thing that came to his mind.

Dan [10:38am]: great now i’m thinking about my inevitable death, thanks for that

Staring at his phone, Dan crawled out of bed and stumbled over to his wardrobe. He stared at the little delivered message, willing it to change to read. Jesus, he didn’t even know if Phil had read receipts on, and Dan was staring at his phone like a fucking schoolkid.

Forcefully, Dan sat his phone down on his dresser, and determinedly turned his attention to finding an outfit for the day. His fingers trailed across the hangers as he tried to decide what to wear. For a second, he hovered over Phil’s jumper, briefly considering pulling that on, but he’d endured far too much taunting from Adaline already and decided he didn’t need to add to it.

Instead, he settled on wearing a stupidly expensive, but amazing Alexander McQueen sweatshirt that read hissing at the sun, because he felt like it really fit his hungover aesthetic.

Dan had one leg in and one leg out of his jeans when his phone went off. Eager to see if it was Phil, Dan tried to rush back over to his dresser, totally forgetting that he wasn’t really in his jeans yet, and nearly tripped over himself. He caught himself on his dresser at the last minute, cheeks burning red in humiliation despite there having been no one there to witness his mistake, and picked up his phone to read the message.

Phil [10:44am]: You’re a dork

Dan typed back a response without thinking, quickly pressing send.

Dan [10:45am]: but i’m your dork

It took a minute for what Dan had said to really sink in, but when it did. Dan nearly dropped his phone.

Fuck.

Even considering that he’d given up following the cool rules of dating, Dan knew that was too much.

“ADALINE.” Dan screamed, kicking off his jeans because lord knows he didn’t have the emotional capacity to wrangle on skinny jeans at that moment. “ADDIE. I FUCKED UP, GET OUT HERE.”

Dan tore down the hallway, coming to a halt in front of the closed guest bedroom door. He raised his fist up and pounded frantically on it.

“ADS. ADDIE. FUCKING HELL. OPEN UP. JES—”

The door opened suddenly, the momentum of Dan’s hand against nothing sending him toppling forward. Adaline ducked out of the way just in time, letting Dan fall gracelessly to the floor.

“What the fuck did you do now?” Adaline asked, hands on her hips, but a knowing smirk on her face. From the ground, Dan helplessly offered up his phone, burying his face in his hands as soon as Adaline had taken it from him.

“Good lord, Daniel. I leave you alone for five fucking minutes.” She laughed. Dan peeked his eyes between his fingers to look up at her. Her eyes were lit up with mirth as she stared back down at him.

Dan groaned into his hands, rolling over to lay face down on the floor. Adaline nudged him in the side with the tip of her foot. “Dan?” nudge “Daaaan?” nudge “DannielllI?” nudge nudge.

“Leave me alone to wallow in my misery,” Dan mumbled.

Two strong, sure hands scooped under his arm, pulling him backwards until he was seated on his calves. “No. You are going to go put some bloody trousers on, and I’m going to finish brushing my damn hair, and then we are going to go to the shops and make the people think that we are going to buy horribly expensive things, and then disappear when they turn around.”

It was a game they’d played since they were young. They’d go into the fanciest shops, and pretend to be really, truly interested in something unbelievably expensive, and then they’d duck out when the salesperson disappeared for a moment. It had only grown more entertaining as Dan gained fame — salespeople were suddenly much more inclined to think that two young kids were going to drop thousands of pounds.

Okay, so, they were dicks.

But at this point, their little game had resulted in Dan actually spending significant money before — the fucking two hundred pound McQueen sweatshirt he was currently wearing was proof of that. Karma had made him spend enough money that he didn’t feel too poorly about it.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, pushing himself to his feet. He held his hand out for his phone expectantly.

“Oh, no!” Adaline reprimanded. “You’ve lost the rights to having this alone. I’ll hold on to this from now on.”

“I know I should hate you for that, but I don’t,” Dan laughed, leaving Adaline’s room to finish getting dressed. Dating had never been Dan’s talent. Nor had controlling himself around Phil. And now that the two of those were coming together, he was a downright disaster. Really, it was for the best that Adaline was trying to instill some sense of control in him — hopefully he could make it last when she went home.

Back in his room, Dan pulled on his jeans for a second time, this time without the distraction of his bloody phone. He knew he’d probably tweet some picture today, since he was going out with Adaline, so he tried his best to tone down the deathly hungover look. He patted some eye cream under his eyes, and rubbed a dab of moistuizer into his face. It helped him look a little less dead, at least.

Dan was fiddling with his hair in his bathroom mirror when Adaline came prancing into his room. She hopped up on the counter, staring at him impatiently until Dan turned his attention to her.

“What?” he asked impatiently.

“Loverboy texted back,” she said with a smirk.

Dan let his forehead fall against the mirror, probably ruining the careful arrangement of his mop of curls, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “What did Phil say?”

“He’s cute, he likes you.”

Dan shot back, standing upright and staring at his sister. “Really? He wasn’t, like, totally freaked out?”

“No,” Addie giggled. “Here, you can read. Don’t press send on anything you type, though. I don’t trust you.”

Warily, Dan took the phone from her. Just because Addie was giggling about whatever Phil had said, did not mean that it was fine. She’d been known to take too much pleasure in his agony before. Gathering every ounce of courage he had, Dan tilted the screen to face him, reading the messages.

Phil [11:03am]: Yeah :)

Phil [11:05am]: So how are you dealing with your hangover?

Dan’s eyes flickered up to the time. 11:08. “Adaline!” He whacked her ankle. You let me stew in worry for five whole minutes?”

“Sorrrry, bro, I had things to do other than manage your love life.”

“That’s literally the whole reason you’re in town,” Dan deadpanned.

“Trust me, I remember.” Adaline rolled her eyes. “Now type something back so I can read over it first.”

Dan drew his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down with a bit more force than intended. He wanted to say something funny, something entertaining. After everything so far, he needed to not sound too desperate, but he didn’t want to sound aloof either. He typed and backspaced, typed and backspaced. Hopefully Phil didn’t have their conversation opened, because if so, he’d see how fucking long it was taking Dan to type an answer to what was frankly a very simple question. It took five tries, but he finally came up with a draft he was happy with. Dan passed his phone to his sister. She read it over, and pressed send for him.

Dan [11:12am]: i sent addie out for rations aka coffee and carbs and once that works its magic we are going to venture out in the world because i promised to do something fun with her today since she came all the way into the city

No point in pretending Adaline was here for anything else, now. Addie handed him his phone back, and Dan typed a second message. He turned the phone back to Adaline. “Flirty or too much?” Dan asked.

“Flirty, definitely.” Adaline nodded. “You can send that.”

Dan [11:13am]: what about you, old man?

Adaline jumped off the counter and headed for the door, taking Dan’s phone with her. “Now, stop obsessing over your hair and let’s go.”

Dan crinkled his nose at her and ran a pump of mousse into his hair, adding a hint of bounce to it, before calling it good and following Addie out of the room.

Adaline was waiting for him in the lounge, scrolling through her own phone.

“Took you long enough,” she said when he entered the room. “You took longer than me to get ready.”

“I’m still kind of hungover, leave me be,” Dan grumbled.

“Never. I’m gonna call us an uber since it’s cold as tits outside.” Adaline tapped around on her phone for a moment before looking back up. “Wait, should I have them drop us off at some uni first? So we can take a picture for mum or whatever?”

Dan shrugged. “Seems like a poor use of our time since I’m sure she’ll find out why you really came sooner or later.”

“True. Straight to the shops then!” Adaline chucked him his phone. “You got a call from a random number, btw. I took the liberty of ignoring it for you.”

“Definitely the right choice.” Dan unlocked his phone and, sure enough, there was a miss call — from the same phone number as earlier, weirdly. But still no voicemail. There was a text from Phil, too.

Phil [11:17am]: Unlike you, I don’t have anyone I can make bring me food, so I’m curled up in bed dying alone with Buffy.

Poor Phil, Dan thought. If Addie hadn’t already called the uber, Dan probably would have suggested that they bring Phil a surprise snack. But it was fine, hopefully Dan would have plenty of opportunities to spoil Phil in the future. He decided to ignore that part of the message, focusing on the other half of what Phil had said.

Dan [11:29am]: ...the vampire slayer or a secret girlfriend?

He was joking, mostly. He knew Phil wasn’t actually seeing anyone, but, well, a bit of reassurance was always nice.

Dan followed Adaline down to their car when it arrived, continuously checking his phone. She was texting someone too — which was probably something Dan should ask her about, now that his drama was dying down. But since she was wrapped up in her phone, Dan didn’t feel too bad about texting Phil for their whole car ride, and he figured he’d ask her about whoever she was talking to later.

Phil [11:32am]: The vampire slayer, obviously.

Dan [11:33am]: just checking how jealous i should be

Dan bit his lip; he hoped that was the right combination of flirty and jealous, and didn’t veer off into unjustly clingy territory. Phil responded quickly, though, easing his fears.

Phil [11:34am]: Well in that case, very. I used to have such a big crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Phil [11:34am]: But seriously, this show is amazing. I’ve seen it so many times.

Phil was cute. Dan adored the way that Phil loved things with all of his heart, they way he was so openly excited about the things he liked. Even when they were nerdy as all hell. It reminded Dan of himself. Once he’d gotten past the awkwardness of being a nerdy teenager, Dan had always tried to be unapologetic of who he was, and to not feel embarrassed about the things that he loved.

Dan [11:35am]: don’t hate me but i’ve never seen buffy

Phil [11:35am]: YOU WHAT???

Phil [11:36am]: THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE

Biting his lip, Dan held back a giggle at Phil’s outrage. The all-caps texting just made it all the more adorable. He didn’t need Adaline making fun of him, though, if she saw him laughing over a text.

Dan [11:37am]: sorry mate. i just never got around to it

As Dan sent the message, their uber came to a stop in front of their destination— which was apparently the Versace store. Of course, Adaline fucking would. Dan rolled his eyes. Apparently, Adaline was committed to their little game of window shopping today, and was determined to go big. Dan’s phone vibrated — Phil must have responded — but he ignored it and shoved it into his pocket instead, helping Addie out of the car and leading her to the entrance of the store.

They both riffled through the racks, each accumulating a small wardrobe of clothes to try on — including a studded knit top from the women’s department that Dan was pretty sure he’d end up buying. Now that he had money, he was complete shit at this game.

Dan waited until he was locked in his dressing room to look at what Phil had said.

Phil [11:39am]: When does Adaline leave? You’re coming over immediately and we are starting your Buffy education

An excuse to see Phil again outside of Beans and Grind — and so soon, too — was very welcomed, and Dan was glad that Phil seemed to see it that way, too. Did it come across as too eager if Dan tried to see Phil tomorrow? But Phil had said as soon as Adaline left, so maybe he was just as eager to see Dan.

Fuck it. Dan wanted to see Phil and he was complete shit at waiting.

Dan [12:16pm]: tomorrow afternoon

Sitting his phone down unlocked and face up on the bench, Dan shed his coat and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. He tugged on the women’s shirt he’d picked out, and appraised it in the mirror.

He liked it. He’d gotten a big enough size that it was fitted, but he didn’t think it was too tight, and he liked how the tiny silver metal studs popped against the black sweater.

“Oi, Addie, see what you think of this,” Dan called, popping out of his dressing room.

Adaline stuck her head out of her door, appraising Dan’s sweater. “I like it,” she complimented, sounding sincere.

“Yeah?” Dan fiddled with the hem. “It’s not too tight, right?”

“Definitely not, you look good in it. I’m sure someone would probably find it sexy if you wore it on a date.”

“Shut up,” Dan grumbled, he cheeks flushing. Secretly, he thought Phil might like him in it, too, but he felt embarrassed to be called out.

“You’re going to get it, aren’t you?” Adaline asked. Dan nodded. “God, you’ve turned so bougie,” she laughed.

“I’ve always had bougie taste, and you know it,” he shot back. It was true — their game of window shopping in expensive stores had started because Dan was obsessed with high end fashion from a young age.

“Doesn’t make it any less disgusting,” Adaline teased, ducking back into her room. Dan rolled his eyes and turned back to his own dressing room. When he got back inside, Dan saw that Phil had texted him back.

Phil [12:18pm]: I have a liveshow tomorrow night and I really shouldn’t cancel it :(

Oh. That sucked. Even though Dan had just seen Phil last night, Dan had been excited that he might get to see Phil again tomorrow night.

Dan bit his lip, trying to think of a way they might salvage the night somehow. After all, he only had two weeks left before he left for Germany for his concert, and he really wanted to soak up as much Phil time as he could.

Dan [12:26pm]: i could still come over and just fuck off while you do your live show

Fuck, did that sound too clingy? Was it too weird of a suggestion? Dan quickly tacked on another message, hoping to make it seem less odd.

Dan [12:26pm]: if that wouldn’t be weird

Dan’s heart pounded as he waited for a response. The three dots felt mocking as they flashed across his screen.

What felt like years later, Phil’s reply showed up.

Phil [12:27pm]: Not weird. You could just watch an episode without me?

Thank fuck. Frankly, Dan probably would have watched paint dry while Phil did his liveshow if that meant still seeing him tomorrow. He grinned as he went to type another reply.

Dan [12:29pm]: deal. i’ll text you after i’ve dropped addie off at the train station?

Phil responded almost instantly, which Dan hoped was a sign that he was just as eager to see Dan as Dan was to see Phil.

Phil [12:30pm]: Perfect :)

The shop clerk didn’t love the fact that they were only buying one sweater, even though they must have tried on thirty things between them. Dan felt bad, just for a second, until the clerk made a comment about how the sweater Dan was buying was a woman’s sweater. That sure made all of the guilt vanish from Dan’s conscious. In fact, he wished he’d made more of a mess of the fitting room. Whatever. People sucked.

After Versace, Dan and Adaline continued their pilgrimage down the street of high end fashion shops, ducking in a store every time they got cold or something caught their eye. A few stores, and hours, later, they were in Michael Kors. Dan wasn’t trying anything on — it was all a bit preppy for his taste — but Adaline had taken nearly half the store into a dressing room with her. Dan sat on a bench outside her room, critiquing every outfit she tried on. Near the end of her mini fashion show, she came out in a chic blue leather jacket that looks fantastic on her.

“You’re getting that,” Dan said instantly. “You need something cool to wear to the concert.”

“Lol, with what money, you dumbass?” Adaline deadpanned, rolling her eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s like five hundred pounds.”

“Give it to me. I’m getting it for you as a belated birthday present.”

“Dan, you’re already taking me to Germany for my birthday!” Adaline rebutted, eyes wide.

“A gift that cost me precisely zero pounds. Give me.” Dan held his hand out expectantly for the jacket.

“You’re a piece of work,” Adaline grumbled, shrugging out of the jacket and handing it to him. “But thank you.” She flashed him a small smile. She may mock him for having bougie taste, but when it came down to it, she did too.

“Meet me by the tills when you’re done.”

After Dan paid for the jacket, he busied himself at the jewelry case while he waited for Adaline, looking at the watches for lack of anything better to do. Since Dan had just dropped a rather large sum on a jacket, the salesman was attentively eyeing Dan, probably hoping to make another large sale.

It was making Dan a bit uncomfortable. He had no intentions of buying anything else here — he hadn’t even planned to buy this jacket. The attentive gaze left him feeling like a circus animal being demanded to perform.

Fortunately, Adaline came to Dan’s rescue just as the salesman wandered over. Dan shoved the bag at her, pushing her out of the store by her shoulders.

“What’s the rush?” Adaline mumbled.

“That salesperson looks out for blood,” Dan whispered. He felt Adaline try to twist around to look, but he tightened his grip on her, steering her out of the door.

They’d only made it a few steps out of the store when Dan’s phone started vibrating again. Assuming it was another text from Phil, Dan had planned to ignore it - but then he realized that the vibration wasn’t stopping. That had to mean he was getting a phone call.

Digging his phone out of his pocket, Dan brought Adaline to a halt on the street, and glanced at the screen to find out who was calling him. Only, when he checked the caller ID, it was she same random London number that had been calling him since yesterday.

“Who the fuck is this?” Dan muttered, growing frustrated with the sheer amount of phone calls. With a burst of extroversion that Dan didn’t realize he had, he pressed accept. “Hello?”

“Hi Danny,” a honeyed voice replied.

Dan’s blood ran ice cold, body frozen. Fuck. Whatever he was expecting, this wasn’t it.

“Isabella,” He replied, the shock of hearing her voice had frozen him in place.

Adaline’s head whipped around to face him — apparently she was equally surprised to hear who was on the phone.

“Hang up,” Adaline commanded.

“What the fuck do you want?” Dan demanded instead.

“I don’t like how things ended between us, baby.” Isabella said sweetly, too sweetly. “I think we can fix this.”

Was she fucking serious? She’d cheated on him — multiple times, nonetheless — and for some ludicrous reason, she thought any type of relationship with Dan was salvageable?

“Really? Because I fucking loved finding out you’re a cheating whore!” Dan replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“It was a mistake, cariño. I feel so awful about it. I want to make it up to you.” Her voice was still too sweet — there was no sincerity to it.

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

“How? Anything for you, Danny.” Dan closed his eyes, cringing at the nickname. He could practically see her batting her eyes at him, could practically feel her fingers running down his arm.

“Fuck off Isabella,” Dan snapped.

“That’s not what I —”

Dan didn’t give her the chance to finish her sentence, though. Yanking the phone away from his ear, Dan took Adaline’s advice and ended the call.

“What the hell was that?” Adaline asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I think she wanted to try to get back together,” Dan replied, perplexed, staring blankly at his screen. Her number was right there at the top of his call log, a heavy weight in his hands.

“Give me your phone,” Adaline ordered. Without thinking it through, Dan handed it over. He didn’t want it anyway.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked once he processed what was happening.

“Blocking her fucking number, obviously.”

For a fleeting second, Dan wondered if that was smart — if it was smart to completely block her out, to entirely burn the bridge between them. But then again, why the fuck would he ever want to talk to her again?

“Good,” Dan mumbled. And then again, more surely, “Good.”

[[next chapter]]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

My friends recently really got into the MBTI personnalities test and I would honestly recommend, even if it's just to make time pass :)

Apparently, I'm an ENFP which essentially means I've got the extraverted, intuitive, with Feelings and prospecting personnality traits.

It also means I'm the "campaigner" and my little character is green and somehow looks like a turtle? Idk, it's weird.. but cool 😏

And looking at the memes, I also adopt all the introverts like I would adopt dogs. However, I am the most introverted extravert... which is kinda true ngl.

Anyways, if any of you know it maybe you would like to share it?

15 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 19:45:46 GMT

#4

I need to remind myself that twitter is not the same thing as tumblr. I can't just keep retweeting on twitter, there are actual implications to my actions on there, i have friends there. No. The embarrassment is too big on twitter. I shall just keep shitposting on here

19 notes • Posted 2021-08-18 20:38:56 GMT

#3

Does anybody know what decade The Invisible Libary is set in? We know it’s during the Victorian era, but do the books mention a decade?

I’m asking because my brain wants to imagine what type of dresses Irene would wear  😂

21 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 21:59:46 GMT

#2

I just came back from this camping trip and honestly i had such a great time.

As predicted, i did freeze a hell of a lot during the night even though i slept next to another person and my dog in the tent. But during the day i was really hot and before sleeping i was nice and cozy because we were all in front of a bonfire. On top of that one of my friends made me not one, but 3 cups of tea lol. Shout out to him :)

We were awake until like 3 in the morning, 2 hours after putting "the kids to bed". These persons were really drunk and just wouldn't cooperate. You know, we took the alcohol out of their hands and they would just go back and get some more. Eventually, one of them got stuck in their attempt to fetch a new bottle -we surrounded him- and bloody idiot jumped out of the WINDOW. He obviously cut himself quite badly and then i had to clean it (given that i am the only one who doesn't gag at blood and was willing to ignore my disgust to help). After all that dilemma, the rest of us just talked for like 2 hours and it was really nice. We toasted marshmallows in the fire and looked at the clear sky.

Being the "youngsters" that we are, it took us about 2 hours to light a fire, 1 hour to put a few tents up, and 2h30 to walk a path that takes 2 hours lol. In all fairness, we were all carrying at least 10kg on our backs in the sun. But it was all worth it when we finally got there.

The views were absolutely splendid and my group of 12 just talked and played a few games during all the time, made fun of another and helped each other, and just lived in the moment. The lake, the stars and galaxy, the marmots, Simba, the fresh air, the shit ton amount of sweets and just our company. I wasn't actively participating in the conversation but i was there to enjoy the moment with everybody else.

The bad thing was that, even though we walked like 4 hours yesterday in such a beautiful place, i still got blisters on my feet -_-. The result of that was torture on the hour and a half walk back today. They are really painful :'(

On top of that, everybody loved Simba and i kept getting compliments on the subject of his behaviour. He really is a charming dog :)

I think that is all that happened in a few words.

Take away from the experience: we will totally do it again, but next time i'll be more careful with my feet, bring warmer clothes and BUY MY DOG SOME SORT OF JACKET

22 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 14:51:08 GMT

#1

So tomorrow I have got my Bac Blanc and I really don't want to do it. It's a 4 hour exam where absolutely phenomenal grades are 16/20 and the average is around 8/20

:(

I should really study

72 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 18:20:06 GMT

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star-crossed lovers

JILY CHALLENGE | @siriuslysnuffles vs  @nottellingu (October 2017)

@jilychallenge:  social media au + youtuber lily films a challenge video with her boyfriend james and the internet loses its shit over how cute they are together–or close enough.

Read it on FF.

It all started two nights ago when Lily Evans posted a new challenge video with Puddlemere United’s James Potter–her boyfriend and the father to her three-year-old son Harry. While James and Lily were often seen in public–when James wasn’t at practice or at far away games Lily couldn’t accompany him to or when Lily wasn’t away due to Youtube or when they made sure to be extra careful when Harry was out with them (not wanting to expose him too much to the media)–the internet seemed to explode whenever they filmed a video together for Lily’s channel. She’s seen edits on tumblr based on her and James’ relationship. Although not just edits shipping her and James but her and Sirius as well with the occasional Remus or Peter. The edits always made them laugh and James scowl stating that he’d pummel them if they even dared to hold her hand. Lily would then kiss each of them on the cheek to prove a point to him; he would pout all night.

He was the love of her, and she’d often wondered whether his earlier offer was still on the table for them. He’d asked once before, and she had said no, she could tell he’d been disappointed at the time. They had fought when it happened, on the verge of breaking up–she was ashamed to admit that half of those were caused by her–when he had told her he’d been offered a position on his favourite football team. She hadn’t known what that meant for them–she was two and a half months pregnant at that point. She remembered leaving the flat James had shared with Sirius. She remembered crying in her own flat all night. She had thought of Petunia’s taunts of Lily being a whore when she’d found out from their parents, her taunts that YouTube wasn’t a real job, and she’d never be able to maintain a child on James’ amateur career nor on her profession (Petunia had scoffed here). She hadn’t cared at the time, why would she? She had James. Because she’d never even considered that she wouldn’t have James–they were each other’s first (first love, first serious relationship, first time). She had been a wreck and refused to speak to him despite how much she really wanted to. In the end, he had used the extra key she’d given to him. He had kissed her and told her he loved her even if she never wanted to marry him–which she had never said but found no reason to bring up the topic again so soon. He told her they would find a way to make it work–for their child and for them. He kissed her again before looking into her eyes, begging her in the way that often ended with their clothes on the ground and tongues in each other’s mouth, ‘Please, no more fighting.’ His voice had sound as if he were on the verge of breaking. ‘No more fighting,’ she had heard herself saying. No talk of marriage had arisen since and reading through the retweets of her latest video hadn’t helped.

Lily skimmed through the reply section of her latest Twitter post which was filled with requests for a proposal between Lily and James–not realising that Lily was a hundred percent for it.  

She scrolled through her feed when she stopped at one of Sirius’ tweets. It read, ‘Am i invited to the wedding?’

Lily typed in a quick ‘wanker’ comment before logging off and setting her computer down.

‘Have you seen the amount of tweets and comments your latest video has gotten, Lil?’ James chuckled as he approached her , ‘Six hundred thousand in the past two days, it’s insane.’

‘Half of those are probably girls fawning over how fit you looked when you took off your shirt.’

‘So you admit I’m fit,’ he said placing a quick kiss on her mouth, ‘and don’t be a hypocrite, I’ve seen you fawn over my delectable abs plenty of times.’

‘I’m entitled to fawn over them whenever I like.’

James threw his head back laughing, ‘Lily Evans, are you objectifying me? What will the tabloids say next?’

‘James Potter: major football star or major ego?’ she teased.

‘You’re mean,’ he pouted as he sat down and wrapped an arm around her waist.

‘You’re a prat,’ she replied.

‘Yeah, but I love you, Evans,’ he kissed the corner of her mouth gently.

She blushed slightly, snuggling deeper into him, ‘I love you too, you prat.’

(video)

2:40

James smashed the chocolate cake into his girlfriend’s face, laughing as she pouted at him. He placed a kiss on her cheek causing her to beam at him. His heart felt like it would explode at that look, he’d give her anything to continue giving him that look.

1:38 PM

from wormtail to ‘james sucks at football’: did you see rita skeeter’s new article

from padfoot: why would i?

wormtail: [sends magazine titled ‘Is Jily Done?’]

padfoot: no way!

moony: does james know?

wormtail: he hasn’t answered my calls

padfoot: fuck

(IS JILY DONE?: HOW THE A LIST COUPLE IS OVER BY RITA SKEETER)

Despite Youtube sensation Lily Evans’ newest video with Puddlemere United’s James Potter, the former ‘it’ couple seems to be heading down a dangerous path. The couple has been dating since their last year at Hogwarts (a Scottish boarding school for the supposedly gifted) where Evans herself according to our sources was said to have once announced her hatred for the supposed father of her child.

Her latest video shows the couple laughing and seemingly in love, but this writer got an inside scoop on what’s really going on with the couple. A close friend of theirs* dished out the gossip on the couple’s constant arguments, Potter’s irresponsible parenting and his inability to commit to one girl.

Potter was seen with the Holy Harpies’ Emmeline Vance just a week ago in what seems to be a very flirtatious conversation with Vance in which Vance even placed her hand Potter’s bicep (see photo below). James Potter’s inability to commit after six years must be a painful heartbreak to Lily Evans and her three-year-old son Harry. In Potter’s defence, it could be the girl he’s the willing to commit to and not the commitment itself.

Until next week when we uncover the truth behind another mysterious Youtuber.

‘Oh no,’ James groaned as he saw a magazine with a picture of him and Emmeline Vance on the front cover and the title, ‘IS JILY DONE?’ instructing him to turn to page nine and ten for details.

He had just been on his way to pick up Harry from his parents when he had caught sight of not one but multiple magazine covers bearing similar titles. While Emmeline was a very pretty girl who he was fairly certain did fancy him, he loved Lily–the woman who not only was he everything, but who was also the mother of the three-year-old he was certain was his and no one would ever beat that. The photo obviously didn’t show the way James had inched away from her or the awkward air that emitted from him.

He read the titles of the other magazines in the store: Potter’s New Flame, the Puddlemere’s Harpy, Star-Crossed Lovers, the Future Mrs Potter, Evans v. Vance.

James could see a few people with their phones out and keeping a distance from the corner of his eye.

Great, he thought. The last thing he needed was another magazine proclaiming his apparent love for Emmeline Vance. He placed the magazine back and quickly made his way through the aisles to pick up sushi for Lily and him along with some sweets for Harry and a few ingredients Lily had actually put on the grocery list.

(video)

3:59

Lily sat giggling in her seat as she watched the chocolate syrup run down her boyfriend’s face. He began nuzzling into her neck, smearing chocolate across her neck and face.

'Stop it, you prat,’ she said as she shoved him off, pouting at him.

The screen jumped to a different scene.

(deleted scene)

'Stop it, you prat.’

'But you look so gorgeous, Evans,’ he cupped her face gently. 'I love you so bloody much, Lil.’ He could see her face inching towards his. He let his thumb caress her cheek slowly, 'You love me, yeah?’

'Of course I love you, you dork.’ James’ lips crashed onto hers, he let his lips move slowly, his tongue teasing hers.

'Mmm…the camera…’ she pushed him away slowly.

'Just delete it,’ he kissed her again, not caring that they were both covering the other in even more food.

(text)

3:28 PM

(Prongs renamed ‘james sucks at football’ to ‘sirius is an idiot’)

prongs: fuck is right. rita’s not the only one who’s written an article. i’m on my way to get harry from mum and dad’s. idk what i’m going to tell lily.

padfoot: it’s not true though, right?

prongs: of course not, you wanker! you know i love lily.

padfoot: good, because i’d have to fight you if you hurt her.

moony: if lily didn’t beat you to it.

wormtail: she is rather scary.

prongs: you’re all terrible, the lot of you.

Lily saw the notifications on her laptop and selected a random one. She almost choked on her tea as she saw a photo of Emmeline Vance flirting with and touching James, her James.

STAR-CROSSED LOVERS

Emmeline Vance and James Potter met at the recent football game that took place in Glasgow, Scotland. While James Potter was away on tour, his girlfriend and mother of his son Harry James Potter was at their home in Brighton, England unsuspecting the heartbreak that would soon take over.

Anyone can see the look of love in which Potter looks at Vance. Two star-crossed lovers forced apart only due to their different teams–a pair of teams which have been rivals for the last decade–but due to Potter’s forced commitment to Evans and her child, Potter and Vance may never be.

'Take that, Vance,’ Lily mumbled bitterly as she continued to read comments debating whether Lily or Emmeline was better suited towards James (her heart broke a little every time she read someone calling her a slut and saying James deserved better than her, her heart broke more when they said he was only with her because of Harry). Some questioned whether Lily would date another marauder–as Sirius had jokingly referred to himself as and the name in the plural had been used in reference to the rest of the guys as well since–if she and James really did break up.

(video)

moments before 4:39

'Please, love,’  James groaned as he selected to drink lemon juice.

'You have to it’s part of the game,’ she laughed.

'I wouldn’t make you do it,’ his pout almost had her. 'Plus, it’s called eat it or wear it not drink it and die.’

'That’s besides the point, and you would absolutely have made me do it.’

He cupped her face again, 'I’ll do anything, Lil.’ His eyes were wide and dark and so hypnotizing. 'Please?’ He looked just like Harry did when he pleaded for something, and she couldn’t help but smile goofily at her boyfriend’s antics.

'Fine, just this once.’ He swooped in and kissed her cheek before she could react. A blush presented itself on her face. She looked at him adoringly, no matter how much of a prat he had once been, he somehow won her heart. She saw him look at her just as lovestruck.

(January, unknown year, Lily is two-months pregnant)

'Say something, James,’ the almost twenty-year old begged of him.

'Marry me,’ the words slid so naturally from his lips.

'I…what?’ Whatever she had expected it hadn’t been that.

'Marry me, Lily Evans,’ his eyes looked into hers, pleading. His hands cupped her face gently into his palms. His eyes drinking in her expression, 'please?’

'I’m sorry but I can’t.’ He shut his eyes, releasing her from where he held her. He got up from his seat next to her, 'I can’t be here right now,’ he uttered whether to himself or to her, she wasn’t sure.

'James, please don’t…’

'I love you, but I can’t be around you right now.’ With that he left, leaving her to cry her heart out.

(two weeks later)

They had barely spoken except to fight–even in the things she found endearing like James’ hair ruffling seemed to be a reason to start a fight.

'You’re so frustrating,’ he screamed at her, his face burning at that that point. 'All you ever do now is start fights.’

'Like you never start anything, Mr I’m So Perfect.’

'I don’t know why I bother any more.’ She wouldn’t admit how much that hurt her to hear.

'If you don’t like it then leave. No one is telling you to stay.’ Please don’t, she thought.

'It’s my flat.’ He ran his fingers through his hair, 'I’m leaving.’

'It’s your flat, like you said. I should be the one to leave.’

'That’s not what I meant.’

'What do you mean?’ her voice had gone softer, more vulnerable than it had been for the last few weeks. James could have swore he heard a whimper.

'I got offered a spot on Puddlemere United, my favourite football team. He looked at the shocked look on her face, the hurt.

'So…you’re leaving?’ Her voice displayed all the vulnerability she felt.

'I…maybe…no…yeah.’ She could see the uneasiness he felt, the indecisiveness.

'Have a nice life, James Potter.’

She attempted to keep her emotions in check. 'Lily, please.’

She could hear the regret in his voice, she just couldn’t make herself care at the moment, 'Goodbye, James.’

She left to her flat where she finally allowed herself to breakdown in tears. James was her first love, her only love really. She briefly considered not having the child or giving it–them–up. Yet she could imagine giving up any child that was part James. She didn’t know what she’d do without him. She was only nineteen, she didn’t know how to be a mother.

She ignored his texts, his calls, and his emails all week. It was better this way she rationalised. She looked at her stomach sadly, 'I’m sorry, baby, I don’t know what to do.’ She thought her eyes would be permanently red from all the crying.

She was lying on her bed when she heard a door open. She panicked for a moment before remembering who else had a key, and she wasn’t sure which alternative she preferred.

The door to her bedroom opened slowly, 'You can’t ignore me all week, Lily.’

'What do you want,’ her tone tried to be cool but came out slightly shaking.

He walked towards her and pressed his lips to hers. His lips moving gently over hers, his tongue begging for entrance. She hated herself for kissing him back.

'I love you, Lil,’ he said as he tore himself away from her, 'I love you more than anything. I don’t mind if you never want to marry me. I love you and want to make us work–for us and for the baby.’ He crushed his lips against hers again. His hands gripping her hair, pinning her to the bed.

'And you won’t leave me?’ she said tearing herself away, letting his lips fall onto her neck where he clung to her.

'No,’ he let his lips pepper kisses up her neck, 'You, I’ll never leave.’ He raised his head to look into her eyes, 'But please, no more fighting,’ his arms gripped her waist harder and let his other hand run through her red locks.

'No more fighting,’ she promised before kissing him once more and perhaps a few times after that.

(present)

'Lil, where are you?’ James asked as Harry clung to his back. 'Get off, Har-Bear,’ James said as he bent down.

'Why?’ he pouted as he was set down.

'I want to find mummy.’ He said as he looked around the room to make sure she wasn’t asleep on the sofa as she often did. 'Are you hungry,’ he added to his son as an afterthought.

Harry shook his head, 'I ate at grandma and grandpa’s. They even bought me an ice cream for dessert.’

'Okay,’ he ruffled his son’s hair affectionately. 'I’m going to check on mummy, I’ll be right back.’ His son nodded before turning his attention on the sleeping cat.

'Hey, love, are you okay? It’s about five in the afternoon, and you’re in bed.’ He went to her side of the bed and began stroking her hair gently. She mumbled something into her pillow.

'What was that?’

'Everyone wants you to marry Emmeline Vance and thinks Harry and I are holding you two from eloping and being in love.’

His heart hurt seeing his lovely girlfriend hurting over what some idiots who couldn’t mind their own business wrote, 'The internet is ridiculous. I love you and Harry more than anything and if it makes you feel any better, my phone’s been blowing up with tweets of how cute we are and how much of an idiot I’d be to break it off. I rather agree, you’re quite the catch.’ He kissed her head gently, 'You’re an excellent mother, funny, intelligent, gorgeous, and you tolerate my awful jokes.’

She laughed, rolling over to lie on her stomach, her watery eyes looking up at him, 'Your jokes are rather awful.’

He moved to lie down next to her. 'Emmeline Vance has nothing on my love for you.’

'Promise?’ she asked as she snuggled closer to him.

'Promise.’

If there’s one thing the internet could see–no matter how much the internet deluded themselves into thinking otherwise–it’s that they were in love.

'Hey, Har?’ James shouted from the bedroom.

'Yes, daddy?’ Harry said, running in with the cat in his arms. James laughed at his precious son.

'Can you go get mummy’s present? The one I showed you yesterday.’ Harry had a big smile on his face as he sped away with Godric still in his arms.

'What present?’ Lily asked sleepily.

He kissed her temple, 'Stay awake and you’ll find out.’

'Mmm…you’re warm,’ she mumbled, snuggling closer.

'I got it!’ Harry rushed into the bed, jumping up and down as James attempted to take the object out of Harry’s tiny hand. When James finally managed to achieve his goal, he crawled out of bed, this caused Lily to whimper at the loss of contact.

'Come back.’ Harry and Godric replaced James’ place, snuggling Lily which in turn caused her to erupt into giggles and place kisses all over her son. 'At least one of you loves me.’ Her eyes had once again shut, the tiredness pulling her in. 'Mmm…nevermind, Harry snuggles better than you do.’

Harry looked up as his father let out a low chuckle, 'Fair enough, love.’

Harry watched as his father walked back over to the bed before pausing to tie his shoe, or at least that’s what Harry thought. Harry didn’t understand why he needed to tie his shoe when he could be cuddling with him and mummy.

'Hey, love, open your eyes for me,’ his fingers had begun tracing up and down her arms until they finally fluttered open to see him down on one knee.

'Hey, Lil,’ James began nervously as he three* sets of green eyes focused on him.

'Yeah,’ she probed, her eyes having widened upon seeing him in his current position, his fingers clumsily taking a ring out of a box.

'Marry me, will you,’ his voice was vulnerable, his eyes shut as if that wasn’t quite what he had meant to say–or more likely how he was meant to say it.

She moved closer to him, slightly moving their son in order to reach him. She leaned forwards and gave him a quick peck on the lips, completely aware of their son watching their every movement.

'If I must,’ she teased as she pulled away, pulling him up to the bed. She hugged him to her, snuggling into his chest as he placed a kiss on her head whilst Harry cheered, with Godric purring his approval.

From then on, no one on social media spoke about how Lily interfered with the star-crossed lovers but rather how radiant Lily Evans would look like in her wedding dress.

Notes for the asterisks.

For the one regarding Rita’s inside source, it was not Peter. I imagined it as Petunia, mostly because of what she had to say about James.

The three pairs of green eyes for the second one refers to Harry, Lily, and the cat. 

[jgerardinc]

Barry’s Musings “Deception Index”: Would George Floyd Dub Trump’s Response to His Death “A Great Thing?”

By J. Gerard Legagneur, Esq., June 15, 2020  

Recent events have inspired this timely installment of Barry’s Musings’ Deception Index. The “D.I.” will serve as its own version of The Washington Post’s esteemed fact-checking service, providing analyses of events that WaPo might lose in the shuffle, given the sheer volume of dubious Trump administration statements.

Washington D.C. – On Friday, June 5th, in the midst of the civil unrest following the murder of George Floyd at the hands of Minneapolis police officers, President Trump took to the Rose Garden podium to do a victory lap over better-than-expected job numbers. Rather than “meeting the moment” by offering healing, thoughtful comments regarding racial injustice, Trump elected instead to clumsily claim that he should be revered as a champion for black folks whenever the U.S. economy improves.  In a stunningly callous, tone-deaf statement, Trump went on to muse that George Floyd would be praising Trump from the Pearly Gates: 

"Hopefully George is looking down and saying this is a great thing that's happening for our country. [It's] a great day for him. It's a great day for everybody… This is a great, great day in terms of equality." So, the question then becomes, would George Floyd approve of the actions Trump has taken in the wake of his untimely murder?

THE FACTS

1. George Floyd was murdered on May 25, 2020 as the result of a callous, emboldened Minneapolis cop using his knee to press Floyd’s neck into the pavement for 8 minutes and 46 seconds. Floyd laid there handcuffed, unarmed, submissive and pleading to his late mother for deliverance. 

2. Trump’s past problematic relationship with racial issues has been well-documented. 

3. Fast-forwarding to the immediate aftermath of George’s Floyd’s murder, Trump made some initial, cursory comments acknowledging that he had seen the video footage and considered Floyd’s death to be a “very sad event.” Trump also had a telephone call with Floyd’s family but apparently didn’t let them get a word in edgewise. Lastly, his campaign released a “tribute” video that was subsequently blocked by Twitter due to copyright violations. The video starts off as an apparent homage to George Floyd and the protests that followed, but after the first 56 seconds it becomes readily apparent that its intent is to both shine a bright light on the handful of rioters and praise law enforcement in general.

4. On May 29th, just four days following Floyd’s murder, President Trump tweeted out a message that labeled protesters as “thugs” and included a precedented dog whistle that fantasized a violent response: “When the looting starts, the shooting starts.”  This remarkably blatant threat of lethal force caused Twitter to flag Trump’s offending tweet for the first time ever.

5. Three days later, on June 1st, Manbaby President Trump sought to reclaim the news cycle by notoriously posing outside St. John’s Episcopal Church while holding an upside down (and backwards) Bible. The photo op conveniently followed the clearing (and gassing) of peaceful protesters in Lafayette Square who would have otherwise caused Trump to hear mean things while he  walked to the church. These unprecedented actions spurred condemnation and apologies from a slew of past and present military stalwarts, including the current chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Mark Milley.

6. On June 5th, Trump retweeted a video of Glenn Beck and Candace Owens attacking the late George Floyd and impugning his character.  

7. That same day, Trump once again took to Twitter to criticize Drew Brees for walking back his comments about kneeling during the National Anthem: 

One should recall that kneeling during the National Anthem was a movement sparked by then-quarterback (and subsequently, summarily shunned) Colin Kaepernick to call attention to… wait for it… police brutality.

8. Two days later, Trump doubled down on his anti-kneeling rhetoric by calling out NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell via tweet:

9. As peaceful protests about black lives mattering continued outside the White House, a panicked Trump hid in an underground White House bunker. In typical Trump fashion, #DonTheCon subsequently lied about the incident by insisting he was merely “inspecting” the underground stronghold, only to be belied by his own Attorney General William Barr days later. Trump also ordered that a fence be built around the White House to protect his safety (and, no, Mexico did not pay for this one either). 

10. Ironically (and sadly) camera phones have been capturing images of police officers brutalizing citizens who are peacefully protesting against police brutality. (Yes, you read that right.) One such victim was Martin Gugino, a 75-year-old man who was pushed to the ground by the police in Buffalo, New York, resulting in a bloody head injury and hospitalization. As if living in Bizarro World, the President of the United States responded in the most unsympathetic and bonkers way possible by sharing a depraved, ludicrous conspiracy theory with his 80 million Twitter followers:

Coincidentally (or not), the hashtag #TrumpIsNotWell has been trending on Twitter for the past several days… 

11. To add insult to injury, Trump reignited his ardent defense of Confederate history, icons and symbolism via a series of tweets, one of which included an ad hominem, racist slur hurled towards Elizabeth Warren that Trump seems to relish.  

12. Amidst the protests taking place throughout the country (and the world) Trump fired off a series of tweets in which he claimed (without factual basis) that he’s “done more for Black Americans… than any President in U.S. history, with the possible exception of another Republican President, the late, great, Abraham Lincoln.” (emphasis added) Trump iterated this claim during a Fox News interview on Thursday, June 11th, but added the following bizarre caveat: “[L]et’s take a pass on Abraham Lincoln because he did good, although, it’s always questionable, you know, in other words, the end result.” 

Yes, you read that right. Still in doubt that Trump said this? You can watch the video for yourself. Trump called the “end result” of Lincoln’s actions “questionable.” Thankfully, the black Fox News interviewer, Harris Faulkner, was quick to remind Trump of what the “end result” was: “Well, we are free, Mr. President. So, [Lincoln] did pretty well.”

13. Trump bragged about how police and military forces “easily” dispatched the peaceful protesters in Lafayette Square, referring to the Secret Service as (this is not a joke) the “SS.” Yes, that really happened—you can’t make this shit stuff up.  

14. As a final, double-barreled “F.U.” to the black community, President Trump decided to hold his first campaign rally (notwithstanding the subsistence of the Covid-19 pandemic) in Tulsa Oklahoma, the site of the largest massacre of African Americans in U.S. history, on June 19th, aka “Juneteenth”—the anniversary of the day when the last slaves were notified of their freedom under the Emancipation Proclamation. Clearly, either the president made his scheduling decisions purposefully or he doesn’t have a single black person around him (by design) to tell him how insanely offensive this move would be. Following backlash, Trump subsequently rescheduled his rally, but the damage had already been done in the black consciousness.

15. Lastly, we at the D.I. have it on good authority that George Floyd would rather be alive today than “looking down” and ruminating over Trump’s perceived “successes” with the black community. 

The DECEPTION INDEX

When taken altogether, the foregoing leads the D.I. to only one conclusion regarding Trump’s claim that George Floyd would look upon his response to Floyd’s death with anything but utter shock, disgust and contempt. As a result, the Barry’s Musings Deception Index awards Trump’s claim with four Arnold “Side-Eyes”. (We only wish we had more side-eyes to give…)

Gerard Legagneur is a career corporate attorney dedicated to the use of sarcasm to advance sociopolitical awareness. Legagneur graduated with Honors in Economics from Harvard University and received his J.D. from Columbia Law School.

Follow me on Twitter @JGerardInc!

[neshatriumphs]

Don't Make Me Over 36

I feel like a DICK! The date on the original notes for this was 5-10-15 (And it was SUPPOSED to be posted in MARCH of that year.)

HOW you gon' have "a hard year" for years? Smh.

If ANYBODY is even still around, I am so sorry. And, also thank you.

Don't Make Me Over 36

Babycakes Is Born

Jonesy was in the middle of her workout (which meant doing choreography of R&B and pop song official videos, but real talk - like 2 or 3 videos and she'd be done with everything and everybody), when she first started feeling pains. The pains weren't severe or really uncommon for her, having had a couple of bumps in the road during this journey already. She wasn't really ready to give up on her workout yet because that end part of Beyonce's Grown Woman gave her LIFE, but when she felt… not really a pain, but more like a hard kick from the baby, she almost hit the floor.

"You ok, Boss Lady?" Bree asked.

Jonesy chuckled, "Yeah.. I felt this weird super kick…" She hoisted herself up and a gush of fluid released from her body. "Goddamn." She said, as calmly as can be. "I have to go change and get in contact with the doctor..."

Fortunately, she had her things together and it didn't take her long to both change and to put on an adult diaper which her mother insisted she purchase. At some point between the changing of her clothes, washing her face, brushing her teeth… she began to hurt. She rinsed her mouth, came out of the bathroom and gave Bree a worried look.

Bree had already called in assistance, in case something went wrong and she sat alert, "What is it?" She wondered.

"Just some pain." Jonesy took a few deep breaths. "Get a photo of me before I go into labor."

"Of course," Bree said and did so. She began tweeting while Jonesy made her way for the couch, her legs collapsed and she barely caught her fall this time. Bree yelped, dropped her phone and rushed over to help her. Jonesy's heart was beating really fast and her head was spinning. She almost started crying as she called Sam. "Sam. H… Hey…"

"Jones… are you okay?" He was already taking off his work belt. "Is it time?"

"I feel like I might have another seizure!" She sobbed.

"Where's Bree?"

"She's… she's…"

"I'm on my way! Let me speak to her!" He ran passed his manager, just saying, "Jonesy!" The manager, the rest of the staff and the customers looked either surprised or confused, but he hardly had time or attention to notice.

Jonesy was trying to explain something to Bree as Bree was on the phone with Sam, trying to listen to both of them and also to get Jonesy situated where if she had a seizure, she could help her power through it. "She might tell you not to call 911, but I've been saving up for it and just go ahead and do it. You can't really see her through a seizure and drive her to the hospital at the same time, you know?"

"Yeah…" Bree said, reaching for her own fallen phone, but keeping Jonesy's hand in hers and honestly feeling super overwhelmed wondering where the fuck her backup was. Jonesy heard New Edition's "Is This The End" playing from her laptop and hoped silently that that was not a sign, because she certainly felt like she might die.

Renee and Mack finally came in and Mack wondered, "Is this the baby?" in excitement.

"I think I might be preparing to seize," Jonesy was trembling and crying at this point. Mack's eyes widened.

Bree rubbed her belly, "Your hormones and blood pressure are likely not ideal, but maybe it'll be okay. Maybe you aren't seizing. Think about that. Say that," she spoke into the phone, "Yes, she's had one in the past and I guess right now she's having auras. She's pregnant, her water has broken and she thinks she might be about to have a seizure." She looked at Mack and said quietly, "Water and towels." Mack rushed off to comply. Bree put the phone down and cradled Jonesy. "I am going to try to get somebody here to help you. I need someone to help me get you into fresh clothes."

"I got the diaper on."

"Ok. Well, do you need help changing it?"

"No… I don't think I'm seizing. I think I felt the pain and started having an anxiety attack… Cancel the ambulance."

"No, Sam told me not to listen to that order. He claims he can afford it and if I'm being real, I can use the help for my own peace of mind."

By the time the ambulance arrived, they took her vitals, checked her out, confirmed whether or not she needed to be rushed to the hospital (and decided that she didn't seem to, but that they would bring her.) She wanted to wait until she had to be there. She wanted to be comfortable, in the meantime.

Bree had been in a Twitter war pretty much all day long. It started with her posting the pre-hospital photo of Mercedes, and the caption, "When your queen springs a leak but she's still on fleek." Several fans had responded and retweeted in the excitement of the nanny seemingly confirming that Jonesy's water had broken. But, several others decided it was time to try to come for her. There were size jokes and the typical declarations that there was no reason for people to care because, 'She isn't even actually a star. She's a blogger and her reality show isn't good.'

" KittyWildebeast MarleyRose And yet, here you hoes are. #LoveToLoveToHateYou #YallHatersCorny #BabycakesDay"

Sam sighed, "She is always on her phone."

"It's her connection to the outside world," Mercedes said, rechecking all of the stuff that Bree had gathered. "And, she already did her work. I'm just… Sort of freaking out."

"I would love if we can go, now." Sam told her.

"I still have time. I don't want to wait around at the hospital."

"I don't want to try to get there too late and have something happen. I can't believe you sent the ambulance away. We're still going to have to pay for it."

"Worrier," she said.

He quickly muttered in reply, "Says the one triple checking work that she already approved."

Bree commented from her seat, "He's right!"

"Was that a vote to go to the hospital?" Sam asked. "Because that's a two-fer, if so. And two-fers mean you gotta," He looked at Jonesy and she frowned, but reached for her bag. Bree got up and started gathering the stroller, with everything else tucked inside. Sam got up, took Jonesy's bag and made his way towards the door.

Ryvie had arranged for a private room and she and Mary had already decorated the door, which had a guard outside of it. Jonesy pointed a thumb at him as she came inside, "Ummm?"

Ryvie shrugged, "You never know, with your life." She looked at Bree, unpacking the stroller onto the small table and wondered, "Are you planning to be here for the duration? Because if so, I could give you a little tip for watching Ra. Her and her daddy are heading this way."

Bree asked, "Do you not want her to see and know the wonders of bringing human life into the world?"

"To be frank, I'm caught between not wanting to traumatize her with that bloody event and WANTING to traumatize her with it."

"She's too young to be anything but entertainingly grossed out by it, I think," Bree offered. "But, I will take her on. After it was decided to do the hospital thing, instead of the home thing, I'm really not worth much use around here other than handling supplies."

"Nonsense. I have felt better since you were hired," Ryvie said.

Mary was seated at the table, preparing the first outfit and kicked out a chair for Mercedes to sit at. "You ready for this painful miracle?" She asked.

"I am. It feels surreal. Like, so many times, actually coming to full term was not a reality, so inside of me, no matter how well I'm keeping it together, I am losing my shit."

"If it makes you feel better, you ain't keeping it together well. You appear to be losing your shit from where I'm sitting," Mary said.

Mercedes shook her head, "It doesn't make me feel better."

"Well, it didn't make you feel worse," Mary commented.

Ryvie interrupted with, "Whenever it all happens, there can't be too many people in the room. I hope you made some choices, because all of your little friends will get their feelings hurt if they think that they're about to crowd into this space when you're at risk."

The last checkup she received, her blood pressure was dangerously high and she had to be on bed rest. Mostly, it was her obeying, but feeling sick all the time and Bree helping her to try to keep her pressure down. But, the more she tried to relax, the more time she had time to sit and think about everything wrong. About if she saw a baby that looked like Finn, what was she going to actually do. About why she went through with this, especially with all of the complications and the restrictions. About the time when she'd gotten so upset that she had a seizure. A fucking seizure. And the doctors were not sure that she wouldn't have another one.

That was possibly why she had so much anxiety about it and almost manufactured one in her mind.

The level of support made her heart swell. She expected much of it, but hormones didn't care about that when she was crying every time she saw a new check in at the Babycakes Day event that Kurt set up on Facebook.

This. Was. Painful.

Hours of it, in fact. In her mind, she had imagined this happening with a soundtrack in the background that embodied the experience. She had thought that it would play out, not like a movie, but like a viewing. She had somehow expected an out of body experience. Like… she had dissociated from a lot of things over the past nine months and now, she was finally hit with the sobriety of her choice. There was now going to be another person in her life that no matter how screwed up or out of wits she was, she was going to have to be responsible for! And this additional person was coming today. And she was bringing the pain with her. Pain like Jonesy had not been capable of imagining.

For some reason, the "soundtrack" happening in Jonesy's mind was Tina covering Tina's Wish by Ike and Tina Turner at a Shucks on a Shingle show at her request. "I'm talking to the priest. The priest. And everybody out there in the universe. If what I'm saying is wrong, then tell me the right way to say it. Cause, I wanna be made over…"

"What was I thinking?" Jonesy groaned out loud, nearly crushing Sam's hand. "I don't want to do this. I didn't understand what I was signing up for. I can't be a mother. I can't raise nobody!" She cried.

Ryvie wiped some sweat off of her head and said, "You're already a mother, biologically. You still have time to sign off.."

Jonesy could barely breathe. Sam was handed Babycakes, and he stared at her, trying to smooth over the crying. "If you don't want her, I'll take her," he said and moved closer to her.

Everything hurt, but when Sam brought the baby over and showed her to her mother, Jonesy reached out to accept her and forgot whatever she had just been saying.

[itwontalwaysbelikethiss]

thanks char bestie!❤️

1. why did you choose your url?

It's actually very simple. It comes from my favorite Inhaler song "It won't always be like this".

2. any sideblogs?

No, I don't have any sideblogs

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Maybe, 4 years?

4. do you have a queue tag?

First of all, what's a queue tag? Secondly, no I guess I don't since I don't know what it is lol.

5. why did you start this blog in the first place?

I had a huge crush on a boy and I wanted to find quotes to make myself more miserable. That's all I can explain lmao

6. why did you choose your icon?

Because, Heath Ledger is one of my favorite actors and this is my favorite role he has portrayed.

7. why did you choose your header?

To feel miserable lmao. Apart from that, I just love this exact lyric and performance of Jeff Buckley.

8. what's your post with the most notes?

A lyric from a greek rap song called "Ανάγκη να σε δω" by Bloody Hawk. If i remember correct the lyric was "ορκίζομαι οτι κάτι σε θυμίζει".

9. how many mutuals do you have?

No idea.

10. how many followers do you have?

742 and it feels like i have 5 followers.

11.how many people do you follow?

95.

12.have you ever made a shitpost?

No, I don't think so. I basically only reblog so...

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

Once twice.

14.did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

No.

15.how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

Don't really like it. I prefer to do it on twitter (retweet) if there's a post there than here. Like, this is a shit tumblr and I barely use it.

16. do you like tag games?

ABSOLUTELY!

17. do you like ask games?

YES! I adore them, but I never get them😔

18. which one of your mutuals is Tumblr famous?

I'd definitely say @mywritingonlyfans or @catb-fics .

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No, I don't know anyone plus I can't fall in love over internet you know. I need physical interaction.

i tag: @mywritingonlyfans @catb-fics @wibblingrivalry

thank you so much for the tag @carmccannt 🖤💕

1. why did you choose your url?

actually, i don’t really know anymore haha. what i know is that it wasn’t my first url for this blog (the first one was probably tøp related; shame on me) and i do still know what it’s referenced. when i chose this url i was in a pretty heavy bring me the horizon phase (i still am, who am i kidding?) and their song doomed was on repeat for me at that time. the syko comes from oli sykes twitter name, which is @/olobersyko… long explanation i know

2. any sideblogs?

no, not really. i have one url saved but i don’t actually use it, but i’ve thought about maybe making a sideblog

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

tbh? i have no clue. i’ve had this blog for probably two, maybe two and a half years at this point? (the first post i made on here was in february 2019 i’m pretty sure) but i’ve had a blog before this which i deleted at some point (huge fucking regret) so i would say i’ve been on tumblr probably since late 2017/early 2018?? really no clue sorry

4. do you have a queue tag?

probably? i don’t actually use it tho because i always forget lol 😅

5. why did you start this blog in the first place?

to post and read about anything regarding tøp lol, which over the last years turned into me talking about basically anything i’m obsessed with at the moment and posting some of my writing here and there

6. why did you choose your icon?

because i’m very fucking bisexual and very in love with robert keating and anaïs gallagher… i remember when she posted this picture in colour (because it only existed in b&w before) because inhaler twitter lost their goddamn minds lol

7. why did you choose your header?

i quite like a matching layout (i blame twitter) and i didn’t want anything too busy as my header so i opted for the dark burgundy red with my url on it

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

probably just one where i thirsted over sweaty van mccann…

9. how many mutuals do you have?

honestly? idk. i have the tendency to not follow people back for the simple reason that i honestly and truly just forget to do it, oops… so i can’t name and count them all but they probably know who they are and they are very loved by me and all deserve a huge kiss xx

10. how many followers do you have?

253… which first of all: thank you so fucking much, second: why the fuck do you guys follow me 😅 like that’s so many people huh

11. how many people do you follow?

62 ranging from catb related blogs over marvel fic writers to mcr update blogs lol

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

all the time omg. a lot of my tumblr posts are just my last two brain cells fighting to survive while creating dumb memes and making stupid one liners

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

idk probably between 5 to 10 times a day? it just really depends. there are days i’m rarely on here (for just like a minute before i close the app again and don’t look at it for the rest of the day) and sometimes i can spend hours browsing tumblr… still not as bad as twitter because i just checked and i spend almost 18 hours on there on average this week 💀💀

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

no and i hope it stays that way. i’ve only had good interactions on this hell site so far lol

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

depend on what it’s about in the end of the day. if it’s something that’s very important to me i’ll probably reblog it

16. do you like tag games?

i love LOVE tag games!! especially if it has anything to do with favourite artist or music in general! tag me as much as you want i’ll probably do them even if i did them before (if i don’t forget to do it haha)

17. do you like ask games?

YES SO MUCH!! i rarely get tagged in them but pls keep em coming!!

18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i’ve i had to pick one person it would probably be @pacifymebby because i don’t know if she realizes how well known she is outside of tumblr/wattpad but believe me she’s basically carrying catb wattpad/catb fanfic tumblr on her back!! (i’ve had conversations on fucking twitter about this before actually) she has also super kind and has on many occasions complicated my music taste which makes her automatically fucking cool hehe… besides that, i feel like especially on catb tumblr the core people are pretty well known around :)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no, not really because i don’t know you all enough and the ones i do know are people i consider very good/close friends!!

this took long but it was very fun (that kinda rhymes lol). i’m tagging: @itwontalwaysbelikethiss @fenderenderender and @pacifymebby (don’t be pressured tho, if you don’t wanna do it that’s totally fine xx)

[c-rankin93]

CHANCE MEETING PART 1 & 2

Hi guys! For the last month I have been editing my old fic's, and have posted them on wattpad. (The link to that is on my tumblr page) I've decided to put a few one shots together that have been edited. Here is the first one... hope you like it! ❤❤ P.s I'm not tagging because I don't know if anyone wants to be tagged in these because they are old fic's :) ** A/N: Finn is an up and coming actor (like nico. I also love his style so I went with that too). He bumps into a young women who isn’t swooned by him and he becomes in captivated by her. This is set in modern times around 2013. ** “Oh shit… I’m so sorry I still don’t know how to use my bloody feet even after 22 years” The young women huffed whilst she bent down picking up the condense of what had spilled out of her handbag. She had been to busy replying to emails as she walked through the streets of London, whilst doing so she failed to see the dense crack in the pavement causing her to trip and land into some strangers arms. She still hadn’t dared to look up to see who she had bumped into allowing her raven hair to cover her face. Notably she was embarrassed over the incident, but more then anything she just wanted to leave the scene of the crime. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye to see the stranger was now bent down next to her helping her collect her belongings. Turning her head she took a glimpse at the strangers face, her mouth dried up taking in the georgous features of the fit young man smiling back at her. “No really it’s fine” he replied; passing her some pens and a make-up brush. He was dressed in fitted grey skinny leg jeans, a oversized red and white knitted sweater that was rolled up to his elbows and black combat boots. His sweet face looked recognisable, but she didnt know how. She had only moved to London 3 weeks ago; plus she didn't socialise with anyone besides her two friends. She studied him for for a few seconds more before the light bulb in her head went off. “Are you that actor from that show… Ahh what is it…” She ran her her fingers through her soft hair removing it away from her face as she concentrated. They remained squatted in front of her handbag on a busy London street, but they both didn’t care. He let out a small laugh and his smile radiated towards her more, it was almost blinding. “If your thinking of the TV show ‘common’ then yes that’s me” he said shyly. “Your name is Finn right, Finn Nelson?” She questioned rising slowly to a standing position. They still had their eyes lock onto each other, the world around them was just a blur for now. They were both brought out of their gaze by an awkward clearing of a throat. Quickly they switched their attention to another young lad about their age pushing his glasses back. “Yup that’s me, and this is Archie… And you are?" Finn asked polietly extended his hand to shake hers. "Oh right, my name is Rae… Rae as in Rachel not Raymond before you get all cocky and ask” she joked and they all started to laugh. She shook his hand and waved to Archie who was standing slightly behind Finn. She was actually grateful she decided to look decent today, she quickly appraised her outfit as she straightened out her clothes slightly. She wore her sky blue skinny leg jeans with faux rips around the knees, her lemon blouse that hugged her curves especially her large breasts (who she caught him looking at a few times), white cardigan and white flats. She let her hair fall freely and had a light dusting of makeup. She usually never dressed like this usually, preferring to chose comfort over style. But today she was on the way to meet her best friend Chloe at a fancy cafe, so she didn’t think it was appropriate to turn up in her sweats and band T. “Nice to meet you Rae as in Rachel” he laughed at her cheekiness. “Well since my little sister is such a big fan of the show would it be ok if I got a photo with you, ya know to rub it in a little?” She asked biting the corner of her lower lip, causing him to gulp. “Yeah, yeah of course not a problem” he gestured his arms towards himself, whilst she fumbled around in her handbag looking for her phone. She clicked into her camera as he put his arm around her shoulders. They exchanged a small smile before the phone was raised to take a selfie together. “Thank you heaps, I better let you lads go… Nice to meet you both. And Finn sorry for the run in” she waved goodbye to both of them and hurried off in the opposite direction. Finn turned to watch her get lost in the crowd before turning his attention back to Archie. He wished he had of gotten the chance to say goodbye before she left, instead of giving her a dopey smile. “Well that was a first” Archie said slapping Finn on the back. Both continued to walk the familiar street back to the apartment they shared. “What do ya mean?” “Well that was the first lass not dropping her panties over you…” Archie joked. “Yeah. I guess so, it was nice I guess". "she was very curvy..” Archie gestured his hands like he was mimicking her silhouette. “And very beautiful” he finished. “Ya know Arch for a gay man you like a women’s body. And yes she was very beautiful… Very beautiful” blush rose on his cheeks when saw Archie smirking at him. “Come on mate we have to get ready for tonight.. Chop is dragging us out to the club tonight” Archie moaned picking up the pace so they could arrive home earlier. —— Rae finally arrived home around 5pm that day after being dragged shopping with Chloe after their lunch date at the cafe. She was exhausted. Crashing down on her settee, she decided to look through her phone and came across the photo of her and Finn. She smiled at decided to upload it to her twitter account, she started to follow him over a year ago not thinking much of it. @raeraeearl so I nearly fell flat on my face today, but I got a photo with this lad out of it though @realfinnnelson #totherescue Rae giggled as she uploaded the photo, placing her phone on the coffee table so she could make herself a strong tea in the kitchen. She came back to the settee and switched on the TV looking for something to watch before she had to get ready for the night out with the girls. She was not in the mood to party but she promised izzy and Chloe weeks ago that she would be there. Her phone buzzed and she looked at her notifications. @realfinnnelson is following you! @realfinnnelson retweeted you! @realfinnnelson @raeraeearl anytime girl! Nice meeting you. Another time maybe :’) #chancemeeting Rae’s face went bright red as she re-read her notifications over and over. Before she couldn’t reply she glanced up at her clock. “Shit I have to get ready” she murmured to herself before dashing off to the bathroom. —— “Chop what is this place?” Finn complained as they walked into the club. Finn was never one for big night clubs and would rather head to the local pub for a pint of two. The music was loud and the lights could cause an epileptic fit to anyone at anytime. “Oh Finny boy live a little look at all the lasses around here” he shouted trying to be heard over the music. Finn didn’t care about girls, they just threw themselves at him for his name and what he looks like… They never lasted more then one date, so he decided that being single was best. Well that was until he bumped into a certain lass... “Yeah whatever Chop lets just get a pint at the bar aye” he said in Chop's ear as they started walking through the masses of people dancing. After ordering a round of pints they grabbed a table near the dance floor and glanced around watching bodies jump around. Finn was busy looking at his pint when he felt Archie nudge him. “Isn’t that Rae” Archie yelled at Finn before cocking his head towards the dancefloor. Finn's head shot up and he started to look around until his eyes fell on a dancing raven haired beauty. Her arms were flowing freely in the air and her hair was floating down her back, her black mini dress and black stockings shone against the lights. Finn was mesmerised just watching her dance so freely. “Who’s Rae? And is that her in the black?” Chop asked, Finn nodded leaving Archie fill in the blanks. “A lass that bumped into us today, she was dead nice and I think Finny boy may have a crush. Heard him giggling to himself looking at his phone today after she upload a photo of them. Giggly git” Archie laughed and Finn swung his arm to connect with Archie to shut him up. “Well go talk to her ya dickhead look at those fucking assets” Chop pretending to jiggle fake books in front of his chest. “And plus that red head next to her is a little minx so I might chat to her” he continued before getting out of the seat and walking towards the girls. Finn quickly followed him, because knowing chop he would embarrass the shit out of him. “Hiya ladies. Care for some company?” Chop asked the girls. “Finn..” Rae gasped when she saw Finn walk up behind his friend; looking sexy as hell. “Hiya Rae” he lent over to her ear so she could hear him over the bass. “Wanna get a drink with me girl?” She smiled nodding and reached out for his hand which he offered her. She turned to Izzy and Chloe telling them she would see them later. Izzy giggled and waved her off turning her attention to Chop and Chloe stood there dumbfounded. —– Finn and Rae spent the next hour chatting away in a private booth far away from the dancefloor. They felt like they were in there own little world, they barley noticed the flock of girls that kept walking upto them, instead they chose to ignore all outsiders. Rae looked at her watch as it was nearing midnight and she could barely stay awake much longer. “I had fun with you tonight Finn, but I’m really needing to head home. I’m exhausted” she yawned. “Of course I’ll get you a taxi… Rae?” He asked nervously. “Yeah?” “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” As soon as he ask the question her eyes lit up and a wide smile reached across her face. His nerves turned into butterfly’s as he reached out and grabbed her hand. It was something about this moment that had Finn lost in every expression that crossed her face. She was the only women he could see. “I’d love to” ** THE DATE: PART 2 Seven o'clock was nearing; the anticipation of the date was driving Rae crazy. It had been over two years since she last dated, mind you he was a curly haired git who only got a kick out of telling Rae she could do no better. She had dated Liam just over 4 months before kicking him to the curb, having finally had enough of his poor attempts to knock her down a brick or two. She had come a long way since her college days, the bullying, and the running away from her problems. Sure, she still had some insecurities from time to time about the way she looks, but so does any 22 year old women living in London. Before leaving the club Finn had passed her his phone asking if he could get her number promising to message her in the morning with a time and a place to meet. Rae had awoken that morning to a message that was sent just past 7am in the morning. Unknown: hiya Rae it’s Finn here. Just messaging you about our date tonight, how does 7pm sound? Message me when you wake up ;) x She had turned in bed to Squint at the alarm clock next to her to read that it was now going on 10am. She frantically started typing, feeling bad about having replied so late. Rae: sorry! Just woke up! 7pm sounds great. Where would you like to meet? :) x She sighed, hitting the send button she nuzzled more into her pillow. Not even caring that she let her phone drop off the side of the bed. Her eyes fluttering closed as the smile grew on her face; her thoughts went back to the night that she had just spent with him. Their amazing banter, his shy looks every time she smiled. Everything about last night seemed too good to be true, that if she pinched herself she would realise it was all a dream. In reality, this was all happening to her, the chubby, tall lass with a personality of a clown. Her phone pinged and her sleepy eyes opened at lightning speed, she grabbed her phone off yhe floor and clicked on the unopened message. Finn: Great! How about a quiet little bar on the outskirts of London? I’ll pick you up from your place if you send me your address. Can’t wait :) x She waited a few minutes before replying with her address and a wink face, not wanting to sound as eager as she was. There messages flowed back and forth throughout the day, keeping the conversation light. She learnt little bit about what he does during the day when he isn’t on set, which isn’t very often. She was rejoiced to learn that he would much rather spend his time in dainty little record shops then posh bars, music was his second love after his acting of course. Rae was now standing in front of her open wardrobe assessing her miserable excuse of clothing. 80 per cent was filled witg raggedy old band tee’s that she so desperately loved and could never- (no matter how much Chloe nagged her) part with. Rae looked through the small collection if dresses she had whilst clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth. She huffed when she realised that she had spent 10 minutes appraising her four dresses when she never planned on wearing any of them, she was just going to a pub after all. A quiet little pub that had probably never seen the likes of a pair of women’s legs in the years that it had been open, she needed a more casual look. She flipped through her jeans pulling out a pair of black skinny legged ones that she had brought whilst shopping with Chloe yesterday. Then she scurried towards her set of drawers pulling out the first presentable blouse she could find, a sheer navy sleeveless button up she forgot she had. She paired it with a white singlet and navy ballet flats. Her hair was straightened and clipped to one side, her makeup fresh with a hint of Smokey eye which she had picked up from a YouTube clip she saw weeks ago. It was now 7pm, she was applying the final touch of lip gloss and giving herself a once over in the mirror. She wasn’t dressed to the nines and loved her choice about keeping it more casual. As she was slipping on her shoes there was a knock at the door. Her nerves started to get the best of her, her hands were slightly shaking uncontrollably. She knew what was waiting for her on the other side of the door, a god like man with an incredible northern accent. She opens the door and brushes down the front of her blouse turning her eyes to Finn. The smile on his face could not be missed as he stood leaning against the door frame with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “Wow” they both breathed in unison, and laughing when they realised what they did. Finn was dressed in fitted dark blue jeans, a plain white tee paired with a light blue jean jacket. His shaggy brown locks styled into a quiff enhancing his incredible facial features, he could melt the polar ice caps with a single look if he tried. “Ready?” He grinned taking her in one more time. “Yup, just a minute” she said holding up a finger before she dashed over to her settee grabbing her leather jacket and clutch. She shrugged on her jacket as she walked back towards the door, glancing at herself in the mirror by the door as she headed out. As soon as the apartment was locked and they stepped out onto the landing Finn grabbed her hand into his, Rae’s mouth going instantly dry as she stared silently at this romantic gesture. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and headed down the steps towards the door, Rae’s eyes never leaving their conjoined hands. - The 30 minute drive to the local was filled with comfortable silence; small talk was made but both wanting to save most of it for when they arrived, plus they both quite enjoyed the sound of the stone roses lightly playing through the speakers. It was a quaint little pub just west of Kent, the building looked like it was barely keeping together with its rustic centuries old brick and timber framing. The front was dimly lit and she could faintly hear the sounds of the sign swinging as the wind picked up. Finn sat next to her nervously chewing at his thumb nail as he watched her eyes look over the pub. She turned to Finn with an enthusiastic expression that was contagious, and they were both instantly laughing. “Alright?” He questioned, still having doubts he made a mistake about bringing her here. Maybe she was classier to what she led on? “It’s perfect, I couldn’t have picked a better place” Rae hummed in pleasure whilst she unbuckled her seat belt. Finn made quick use of his and hurried around the passenger’s side of the car so he could open the door for her. She smiled and thanked him as once more her palm rested in his, neither of them willing to let go of the other. “Come on, the pints are cheap and the old men are cheaper” he joked nudging his arm with hers. She followed his through the open front door; the decor was no different to the outside. Old drum tables lined the walls with stools scattered around them, there were smaller square tables littering the middle section of the room in front of the oversized bar, the only thing relatively modern was the 90’s style juke box to the left of the room just before the toilets. Men no younger than 60 gathered around the room talking amongst each other, not even bothering to make any eye contact with her and Finn. She was completely mesmerised by the atmosphere from the moment she walked in, it was everything she hoped it would be and more. They were weaving their way through the pub making sure not to interrupt any of the other patrons. Rae noticed the bar was reasonably empty, there wasn’t even staff waiting to serve them. Finn reached over the bar and rang a small bell hidden away, he turned to her smiling once he noticed her face of confusion. A small round lady hobbled out from a door around the back, Rae could tell her mood was glum as she made her way towards them. The lady wiped her floury hands on her rose covered apron mumbling her profanities under her breath, but once she looked up her mood instantly changed as her eyes locked on to Finns. “Finnley my boy” she cooed, walking out from behind the bar extending her arms out towards Finn. “Mrs Dewhurst, how are you?” Finn asked pulling out of the hug and reconnecting his hand with Rae’s. “Better now my handsome boy has come to see me! You should have told me you were coming in earlier. I would have made sure I was in the front” she fussed before turning towards Rae. “Now who’s this beautiful young lass on your arm”. “This is Rae, Rae this is the sensational Barbra Dewhurst” Finn grinned turning towards Rae who was extending her arm out to the little old lady to shake her hand. “Oh none of that dear. Give us a hug” she said shuffling towards Rae and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. At first Rae tensed up, she had never been a fan of strangers hugging her but something about this lady made Rae melt. “Now off you youngsters go and have fun, I’ve got a barman to hunt down” she said shewing them away with her hands but laughing at the same time. “DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIDDDDDDD” she called as she waddled around to the other side of the bar. "Where are we going?” Rae asked turning towards Finn. “You’ll see” Finn pulled her towards the back entrance which was situated next to the toilets. Before pushing through the door Finn paused letting go of Rae’s hand. The sudden loss of contact made Rae instantly mourn for his touch, but he had other ideas in mind. He stood behind her placing his nimble fingers over her eyes blocking her vision; Rae quickly moved her arms out in front of her as they shuffled forward slowly. Her hands were now flat against the door; she felt a tingle run down the back of her neck as Finn learned in to whisper in her ear. “Now just push” he whispered brushed his bottom lip against her ear as was pulling away. Rae nodded and proceeded to push the door until she felt a mild breeze whisk against her face. She kept moving as Finn did, until she noticed he paused. Finn slowly removed his hands from her face, and Rae’s eyes fluttered open. She took a sudden intake of breath as soon as her vision cleared. They were surrounded by a least a thousand fairy lights dangling from the trees and fence. A large checkered blanket laid in the centre with a pinic basket placed in the middle. Her eyes kept dancing around the scene before her, noticing the rose petals scattered over the grass. She turned to Finn, tears of joy stinging her eyes and before she knew what she was doing she was throwing her arms around his neck nuzzling her head into the crook. Finns arms instantly wrapped around her waist holding her tightly. “Is this ok?” He mumbled into her shoulder and pulling away but keeping his arms around her waist. “Are you kidding me?” Rae scoffed jokingly. “Nobody and I repeat, nobody has ever done anything like this for me before” she emphasised grinning profusely. “Come on let’s sit” he gestured towards the blanket. They moved towards the blanket, sitting down as close as they could together without touching. Finn opened the basket and turned to Rae and spoke. “Now something tells me that you aren’t a wine and cheese sort of girl” Finn pulled two cans of fosters out of the basket passing one over to Rae. “Defiantly not” she chuckled grabbing the can off Finn with thanks. She tapped the top of the can a few times and cracked it away from her clothes in case of any spillage. “I do prefer a good beer before my lips touch any sort of crap wine” they both laughed clinking the tin together. “So how do you know Mrs Dewhurst?” Rae asked quizativley raising an eye brow. Finn took a lengthy swig of his beer before replying. “Long story short, that women raised me. I grew up in this very garden. You see when I was 4 my mother left me dad and I” “Aw Finn I’m so sorry” Rae said laying a hand flat on his thigh. “It’s ok, I’m ok. But once she left us we were left with less of an income and my dad had to work a lot more hours to keep a roof over our heads. Mrs Dewhurst lived down the street and kindly volunteered to look after me whilst my dad worked. So for 9 years I was at this very bar 6 days a week helping out or colouring in, or even putting on a talent show for the oldies until I was old enough to fend for myself. Archie use to live only two streets away, he would pop over and join the festivities we had here. She’s a really special woman. She will always have a place in my heart, she even calls me her superstar when people ask if she knows me” he chuckled shaking his head. Over the next few hours were spent deep in conversation sipping on their cans and eating crisps straight from the packet, nothing about this date was fancy but he made it special. They talked about their pasts, Rae opened up about Liam and school. The conversation moved onto lighter subjects revolving around family, friends and Finn acting career. Rae was completely and utterly engrossed by Finns voice, the lingering touches, the solid eye contact that he kept. Nothing was unspoken. “I’ve had a really great time” Rae spoke looking up at his face through her eyelashes. “I’m glad you asked me out on this date”. “I’m glad you chose to come with me” he smiled brushing his fingertips along her cheek cause Rae to be completely lost in this moment. “You intrigue me Rae”  he said shyly, he kept his hand lingering in the same spot on her cheek a moment longer then necessary before removing it. “Why?” “Because your you. You’re honest and open, and you don’t care that im an actor. You’re just generally interested in my personality”. Rae looked down briefly smiling to herself, this was the nicest that any male has ever been towards her. She was chuffed really; it made her insides turn to goo. “Well you are pretty amazing” Rae laughed lightly regaining her eye contact with him. He seemed to be closer than what he was just moments ago, their bodies were now directly facing each other only a mere few inches between them. Finn brushed a lock of her hair out of her face that had fallen, and tucked in behind her ear causing her to blush profusely. “Your beautiful Rae” He inched even more closely, extending his head so far forward that he had to use a hand on the ground to keep him balanced. “Can I- Can I kiss you?” the words stumbled from his mouth and now it was his turn to blush bright red. Rae took a small gasp of air and nodded her head twice. Finn captured her lips with his, the kiss sweet and playful but at the same time the passion ran strong between them. It felt like they had been doing this for years, the unison of their movements, the longing for more, it all came naturally to them. His tongue swept across her bottom lip begging for entry which she reciprocated almost instantly as she opened her mouth allowing him in. Their tongues danced together in a singular movement, their heads tilting opposite ways as they changed positions. Finns hand reached out to cup her cheek as Rae pulled his body closer by his tee; it was a supercharged moment igniting a fire between them. They slowly pulled apart but kept foreheads resting together as they attempted to catch their breaths. “Wow” They both breathed and laughed almost instantly over another mimicked expression. “I don’t want this night to end” Rae sighed pulled away slightly to sit up more straighter, but kept the closeness. “It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it too, ive got all night to spend with you if you’ll have me” Rae nodded and once again took his lips to be against hers. Little did they know in that very moment this would be the first of many moments spend together, being complete aroused by one and other, shutting themselves off from the world just so they could have a moment.        3 years later... "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride..." ** IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN OTHER EDITED OLD FIC'S THEN PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME :) @mmfdfanfic

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Player Spotlight: Dark Mavid

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Name: David Mark

Handle(s): Dark Mavid

Current City and State: West Jordan, Utah (Formerly Charlotte, NC)

Games You Play: Blazblue Central Fiction

Match Highlight:

Tell us about yourself. How did you get your start into fighting games?

When I was about 7 or so, my brother got a game called Rival Schools for the PS1 and I really liked the pacing of that kind of game. 

A few years later, I found myself a copy of Bloody Roar 3 and was able to play a character that reminded me of Dante from Devil May Cry (Xion the Unborn). 

After an extremely long hiatus, I found Blazblue Calamity Trigger and messed around with it on PSP (Playstation Portable), and finally found some people a few years later to actually play the game with, which brought me back into the series and genre with Blazblue Continuum Shift Extend. 

In your game of choice, which character(s) do you play and why specifically those characters?

“It doesn’t matter the game, I only fuck with characters that got that ninja shit” - Sasuke Uchiha. 

But no, I really like high mobility characters. I’ve always been one that favored movement over damage in all types of things. It’s especially good for me if the character has counters and deep mixups, as well as high execution. 

I like having to work for my style.

What is your approach to the way you play your game? What do you tend to go for and what do you tend to look for in your opponents?

“How many bullshit ideas can I get away with?”

That is to say, I like doing a lot of things that either don’t look like they should work or things that make people wonder “how do I block that???”  

I also just like doing things that makes the crowd get excited. I’m still not 100% sure what exactly I go for in a match, but I know I tend to look at how my opponent adapts to my setups and pressure so I know how to change it the next time I try. 

Whether or not I actually do change it up is a completely different story.

I like doing things like this. And making combos like this. 

What are some of the things that you that you liked about the North Carolina FGC when you were here? What are some things you wish could change? What about your current fighting game scene?

From my time in NC, I really liked how the anime community stuck together and just like, enjoyed playing games with people. There wasn’t any dickriding, no exclusion, no one that made people roll their eyes when they showed up to events, none of that.  I loved the Charlotte anime scene - as small as it was.  

That’s not to say there isn’t anything I’d change about the NC FGC. No, no, there’s a lot, actually, but that’s all mostly on personal levels with people I haven’t spoken to in over 2 years, so it’s really not my place to even mention anything. 

I haven’t been in Utah for very long, but I do love how the entire FGC here isn’t afraid to cross the streams. That is to say, Tekken players also play anime and are proud of it, and there’s even a cross between with Smash players. That is, Smash events and FGC events happen in the same room at the same time, encouraging broadening horizons and crushing stigmas.

The only thing I would want to change is that I’ve been told that there’s plenty of good Blazblue players out here, but none of them show up anymore or they dropped the game for BBTag. I wish I could make those players show up and enter locals again, but I’m about a year too late for that, sadly.

What is the match you remember the most and what made it so memorable?

It’s a series of matches, really, and none of them my own. The casual matches between Prototype (now known as Zonk) and IAmSimba at UNCC (The University of North Carolina at Charlotte) in USF4 (Ultra Street Fighter 4) were some of the most entertaining matches I have ever seen. 

I was confident in my thought that if USF4 had lasted another few years, Zonk could have easily gone pro - and watching his performances in V, I’m still seeing that potential. The guy plays at a level I honestly don’t see a lot of in NC and he’ll always have my respect for that because honestly, it’s so damn fun to watch.

Finally, any advice for any of the newer players looking to join their local scene?

It doesn’t matter what your skill level is; come out to your locals and meet some people, shake some hands, play some casuals. That being said, don’t be deterred from entering a bracket if you lost a lot in casuals. Enter for the fun and the experience of it. If you really enjoy your game, even losses can help you grow as a player. Trust me on this.

If you want to, you can follow me on Twitter @darkmavid4492, where I post mostly my thoughts on certain topics, memes, and the occasional clip from a match or time in the lab.  What I post varies, really, but rest assured that I’m not one of those anime players that retweets nothing but anime tiddie.

[kenzymirror]

Lady narrates how she dealt with the pervert who tried harassing her in a taxi

Pretty Nigerian lady has taken to social media to narrate how she dealt with a pervert while in a commercial taxi. She added that the man could not control himself.  As a way of defending herself, Olanna disclosed that the only way she could deal with him without other people in the taxi knowing was hitting him with her elbow. Olanna on Tuesday, December 26, narrated her ordeal on Twitter. Adding that immediately she hit the pervert, he shouted. Her post reads: “So took a taxi this afternoon and sat beside this idiot. Oga started wriggling, turning here and there, I knew he was trying to poke my chest stylishly, immediately he poked me, I jabbed him hard with my elbow, Werey pariwo. I just unlooked. Bloody pervert!”

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So took a taxi this afternoon and sat beside this idiot. Oga started wriggling, turning here and there, I knew he was trying to poke my boobs stylishly, immediately he poked me, I jabbed him hard with my elbow, Werey pariwo... I just unlooked. Bloody pervert!

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No one is asking if the guy actually did that accidentally? I don’t see what I stand to gain from “stylishly poking anyone’s boobs”

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Big Ben‏ @ubong___umoh Dec 27

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that's how my leg was touching one paranoid geh who tur she was fly, micro-mini n shit. We was in a bus!

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next thing she goes "Can u pls stop touching me?" *Huh??? Me dat I'm pressing phn, thinking of how il get hm

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Your struggle is not my business, I know when someone is trying to be funny.

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Badmus Shamsudeen‏ @samex4rill Dec 27

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When you were showing your boobs, what do you expect?

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And that gives a man the right to touch it? How were you raised?

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See ehn...

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D'pROdiGy‏ @Blakboy4life Dec 26

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That's wrong on his path but u self know say too carry sha

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So if she 'carries' , then she's eligible for molestation by men that think like you, or you... ? Idg bro

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Please help me ask him very well.

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Ladies, please don't hesitate to, elbow the F out of him. And same goes for niggas, any babe poking you with boobs to get your attention, jab her small.

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Isra is 100% a tumblr gal

Raphael would have a flip phone, please dont make her see the internet i would cry

Crowley would 100% have a snapchat and an instagram full of edgy Hell imagery and he'd make all the demons follow him (but he'd have a secret insta for pics of his hellhounds and emo poetry and mcr song lyrics where he'd cry abt not knowing how to love). Also he has a google plus because he's still not aware that nobody uses it and no one wants to tell him so all of the demons have made him the most popular person on the site or whatever, idfk how google+ works

Rowena HAS an insta, twitter and snapchat you cant change my mind

Dean has a secret twitter for memes and shit that happens in his life. His most popular tweet is "three (3) people tried to kill me and its only 10am, someone fucking finish the job already" and he got 2 million retweets

Sam has an instagram but he doesn't post, he just follows a lot of nature photographers and inspiring quote blogs

Gabriel has an insta so she can spam everyone with pics of food and her in cool outfits, she forced Sam to follow her and sam likes every single picture and always comments

Asmodeus has a twitter but all he does is support neonazis and say rude shit to occasio cortez, also he doesn't have his name anywhere so he dms crowley constantly on a new account every time JUST to call him a little bitch and crowley never figures out who it is

Missouri has an insta but its just her ranting about how much she loves her grandkids and also Killing Things. She does horoscopes on twitter as well and just cryptic enough people say she's making blanket statements but she's never ever been wrong. Sam follows her too as does Asmodeus, who might have the hots for her (this just developed in my head what the fuck that's Real now fuckk)

Ammit has a tumblr and instagram but the only thing she ever posted on insta was a blurry pic of some bloody knuckles and a vague caption about selfhatred. She follows meg masters' sister's insta and feels kinda shitty about taking away her big sister

Random para question

which social media would your paras use?

[melindarowens]

CNN Host Calls Trump “Piece Of Shit… Embarrassment To Humankind”

Update: late on Sunday afternoon, Aslan apologized, tweeting “I should not have used a profanity to describe the President when responding to his shocking reaction to the #LondonAttacks.”

His statement

I should not have used a profanity to describe the President when responding to his shocking reaction to the #LondonAttacks. My statement: pic.twitter.com/pW69jjpoZy

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 4, 2017

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Shortly after Saturday’s latest Islamic terrorist attack in London, when Trump was once again bashed for assuming that it was, well, a terrorist attack – which in retrospect turned out to be accurate – a CNN host slammed Trump for his kneejerk reaction to the attack and his renewed call for a travel ban. As noted last night, Trump took to Twitter Saturday evening, saying, “We need to be smart, vigilant and tough. We need the courts to give us back our rights. We need the Travel Ban as an extra level of safety!”

We need to be smart, vigilant and tough. We need the courts to give us back our rights. We need the Travel Ban as an extra level of safety!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 3, 2017

Trump’s tweet prompted numerous angry responses including one from the ACLU which said that “glad we both agree the ban is a ban,” but by far the most triggered was CNN’s Reza Aslan, a vocal Trump critic and host of Believer, who as the American Mirror pointed out first, lashed out with his own tweet half an hour later:

“This piece of shit is not just an embarrassment to American and a stain on the presidency. He’s an embarrassment to humankind.”

This piece of shit is not just an embarrassment to America and a stain on the presidency. He’s an embarrassment to humankind. https://t.co/Dl5tMQMhMO

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 3, 2017

This in turn prompted the now traditional twitter back and forth in which conservative media pundit Mark Dice responded: “CNN host more upset about trump denouncing the attack than the attack itself.”

CNN host more upset about trump denouncing the attack than the attack itself.

— Mark Dice (@MarkDice) June 4, 2017

It quickly devolved from there into a partisan name-calling back and forth.

This was not the first time a CNN host has used profanity to criticize the president. Fareed Zakaria repeatedly used the term “bulls***” to describe Trump during an appearance on CNN Tonight back in March. The network also cut ties with comedian Kathy Griffin last week after she shared a graphic image of herself holding a severed, bloody head meant to resemble President Trump.

NBC News was also unimpressed with the president’s Twitter feed Saturday night. In addition to his comments about his immigration order, Trump also re-tweeted a link from The Drudge Report that suggested the incident was a terrorist attack long before police made that determination.

In an unprecedented move, NBC News’ twitter feed followed up with its own dismissive comment:

Pres. Trump has used Twitter to share news report on London incident.

We aren’t relaying president’s retweet, as the info is unconfirmed.

— NBC Nightly News (@NBCNightlyNews) June 3, 2017

Aslan used the statement by NBC News to criticize Trump even further, calling him a “man baby” and urging his followers to ignore the president.

Translation: the president is a man baby that must be ignored in times of crisis. https://t.co/Kv1hIC7hEG

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 3, 2017

It was not clear if NBC did relay the president’s tweet later when “the info” was confirmed.

“Trump is in a position to be the most-informed person in the world,” Washington Post reporter David Fahrenthold said on CNN Saturday night,  yet he keeps relying on “third-hand info.” In this case Trump was right.

source http://capitalisthq.com/cnn-host-calls-trump-piece-of-shit-embarrassment-to-humankind/ from CapitalistHQ http://capitalisthq.blogspot.com/2017/06/cnn-host-calls-trump-piece-of-shit.html

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CNN Host Calls Trump “Piece Of Shit… Embarrassment To Humankind”

Update: late on Sunday afternoon, Aslan apologized, tweeting “I should not have used a profanity to describe the President when responding to his shocking reaction to the #LondonAttacks.”

His statement

I should not have used a profanity to describe the President when responding to his shocking reaction to the #LondonAttacks. My statement: pic.twitter.com/pW69jjpoZy

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 4, 2017

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Shortly after Saturday’s latest Islamic terrorist attack in London, when Trump was once again bashed for assuming that it was, well, a terrorist attack – which in retrospect turned out to be accurate – a CNN host slammed Trump for his kneejerk reaction to the attack and his renewed call for a travel ban. As noted last night, Trump took to Twitter Saturday evening, saying, “We need to be smart, vigilant and tough. We need the courts to give us back our rights. We need the Travel Ban as an extra level of safety!”

We need to be smart, vigilant and tough. We need the courts to give us back our rights. We need the Travel Ban as an extra level of safety!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 3, 2017

Trump’s tweet prompted numerous angry responses including one from the ACLU which said that “glad we both agree the ban is a ban,” but by far the most triggered was CNN’s Reza Aslan, a vocal Trump critic and host of Believer, who as the American Mirror pointed out first, lashed out with his own tweet half an hour later:

“This piece of shit is not just an embarrassment to American and a stain on the presidency. He’s an embarrassment to humankind.”

This piece of shit is not just an embarrassment to America and a stain on the presidency. He’s an embarrassment to humankind. https://t.co/Dl5tMQMhMO

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 3, 2017

This in turn prompted the now traditional twitter back and forth in which conservative media pundit Mark Dice responded: “CNN host more upset about trump denouncing the attack than the attack itself.”

CNN host more upset about trump denouncing the attack than the attack itself.

— Mark Dice (@MarkDice) June 4, 2017

It quickly devolved from there into a partisan name-calling back and forth.

This was not the first time a CNN host has used profanity to criticize the president. Fareed Zakaria repeatedly used the term “bulls***” to describe Trump during an appearance on CNN Tonight back in March. The network also cut ties with comedian Kathy Griffin last week after she shared a graphic image of herself holding a severed, bloody head meant to resemble President Trump.

NBC News was also unimpressed with the president’s Twitter feed Saturday night. In addition to his comments about his immigration order, Trump also re-tweeted a link from The Drudge Report that suggested the incident was a terrorist attack long before police made that determination.

In an unprecedented move, NBC News’ twitter feed followed up with its own dismissive comment:

Pres. Trump has used Twitter to share news report on London incident.

We aren’t relaying president’s retweet, as the info is unconfirmed.

— NBC Nightly News (@NBCNightlyNews) June 3, 2017

Aslan used the statement by NBC News to criticize Trump even further, calling him a “man baby” and urging his followers to ignore the president.

Translation: the president is a man baby that must be ignored in times of crisis. https://t.co/Kv1hIC7hEG

— Reza Aslan (@rezaaslan) June 3, 2017

It was not clear if NBC did relay the president’s tweet later when “the info” was confirmed.

“Trump is in a position to be the most-informed person in the world,” Washington Post reporter David Fahrenthold said on CNN Saturday night,  yet he keeps relying on “third-hand info.” In this case Trump was right.

from CapitalistHQ.com http://capitalisthq.com/cnn-host-calls-trump-piece-of-shit-embarrassment-to-humankind/