#boomey

[a-first-love]

September 12th, 2024

Okay I swear to god we've had another session in between this and I fully can not remember when or what we did in the last one. But I know we sort of finished up on Poison. Oh!!! I remember, it was right before I went to Alaska!! So I'm missing two sessions :( boo, so sorry. We haven't really had the most time to meet up these last two months, so I think the last session I remember was probably July 23rd and then one more August 6th, but then Seattle had a DJ set in Chicago (slayyy) and then his program crashed?? So now a lot of the instruments / plug ins we were using before don't work now, which is a huge bummer and was a big reason we didn't meet a lot of August. But we did some really cool shit with Poison before all that. I took my vocals and cleaned them up, took out some of the harmonies to make it a little more cohesive, there's still more to add for the second verse, but what he did was super cool! He added a lot of the background instruments and the synths / so many strings I don't even know exactly what but the vibes shifted dramatically for the better. There's also a sick drop before the bridge, the panning on the harmonies and the doubles is immaculate, so so so so much, it's so good. But! we are done working on Poison for a bit (partially because the plug ins thing and partially because it's just time to move on) and today we started Hearts Beat!

This song is probably my favorite on the album and honestly, probably one of my favorite songs I've written to this day. For me, it captures a moment in time so viscerally, so vividly that I remember every detail of every detail of the night I began writing this song, every emotion I felt, heck every detail of the room I was in. The song is about the first night I ever spent with the person I wrote this album about. I didn't know if he liked me at this point, or at least I wasn't sure, and we had finished a game night in my dorm and my friends left and we just went to sleep. And that's all. But I feel like this song captures the electricity of knowing the person you like likes you back, the innocence of a first love, and the freedom that came with college, the hesitancy, the energy, the nerves we both felt. Years later we admitted we both didn't sleep a single second that night, though we both pretended to. And I still remember every part of that night. The exact shade of the amber light from my out of town roommates lamp, the letters and postcards I kept on my wall from my childhood friends, the star string lights and the yellow dim they exuded hanging above the window. Us in the purple target sheets. This song represents exactly everything that made me fall in love with that person (it was almost my birthday gift to him that summer but I didn't finish the second verse in time), and I think for that it will always be my favorite song. It truly is baby me in love for the first time, and it will always make me nostalgic and wistful remembering how I felt that night, regardless of everything else that happened in the relationship. So I'm very, very excited to be working on this song.

The ukulele has finally made its introduction to the album with this song (the whole thing was written on ukulele so it has to have some homage). We laid out the riff I play in the verses, the chords I strum for the choruses, the single chords ringing out the final verse. Seattle worked his magic and made the ukulele less boomey. He had the best way to describe it-- he made it sound less like a tuning fork haha. And it really does sound so nice and intimate. What I want out of this song is to feel like it's in a bedroom. I want it to have that contained magic, the large dreams in a comfortable space, kind of emotion and it's amazing the processing and reverbs and distortion it took to get the ukulele to that point. But it sounds really good and I can't wait for the rest of the instruments :)

I've been in a swarm of interviews lately, but I'm hoping I can find some time to lay out the base vocals tomorrow so that we have something to work off of, just so we can start building the rest of the song. But I'm very, very happy to be back working on all of this. It's been too long <3

[mommyhorror]

hey gyns tbh i came back on tumblr just for the rads and the last time i was on here before my awakening was 2014... so idk how to do certain things. i want to create a "sideblog" .. how do i do that? can someone help me.. its probably not super complicated but idgi. like are they both signed in at the same time? so many people i come across on here are or have a sideblog. and i just want one to have messages work if mine get fucked up (which has happened 2x already).. anyways thanks in advance!!

[vickie-believe]

Hey question. Does anyone know where I can buy a small lil toy lantern and at reasonable price?  Making plans to make a Boomei plushie later this year for my friend who loves Mumei (I made a Mumei’s mascot plushie for him last year and thinking of making Mumei now. Boomei.) Edit: If you guys know a tutorial to make a very tiny lantern for a plushie, can you send me the link too? Thank you!

[thenatashamaximoff]

boomey 🤣🤣 wow i can now wake up to some of ur banters again!

Not for long. They're gonna give the phone back to the true owner any minute now.

[pespillo]

Opinion : im so tired of lore im sick of these aftons i just want my funny freddy please i just want the creature feature side of things we dont to know what gabriel's favorite gum flavor was please

i think if you hang around and make your choices well you can get more into the animatronic side of the fandom rather than be stuck in the Human Au hell side of things where you dont know of how many Aftons you gotta keep track off, i think fandom side that focuses on the Aftons its just well, very entranced with the idea of Having a Whole Serial Killer as YOUR DAD???? thing still , back in the day not to sound Boomey , all you really had like was , 1-2 human centric AUs and then everything was abt the animatronics and humanizations of them and aus abt them and tbh a whole lotta fun stuff that i remember fondly .

basically its the lil fact that most of the people interested in the animatronics are below the age of 16 and upwards you see a whole lotta teens n young adults interested in the “”“serious””” human side of things and all , its just a common things that happens ya know, its ok to be sick of Afton lore tho im sick too ÑKDSSDÑISDLKJ

[crypticpine]

The government should have agnikai instead of war. No, it doesn't give you more power if you win, no it doesn't earn you respect. I just want to see how our candidates for President and stuff would look like if you have to battle every once in awhile. Would we still get old crummy men that never worked a day in their life battling it out with their knee replacement or would we finally get the Boomey and Uncle Iroh old men that are either super buff and smart or are fit enough to not get pummeled and smart enough to win? Would we not get old people and get people in around their 40s? Would we finally get a female president? What if when two places get into an argument, can they battle it out a bit and then make a decision? Can it be broadcasted whenever it starts? I wanna see the Queen of England throw down Trump in an Agnikai!

[aliensandidentity-sp22]

Who I Am

     I spent the first seventeen years of my life avoiding peanut butter. Every Halloween, I would trade away all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups scattered through my jack o'lantern themed bucket. At school lunch, I wouldn’t go near the Smucker’s PB&Js everyone else seemed to love, even if that meant choosing a soggy ham and cheese sandwich instead. Not because I was allergic, but because I was convinced it tasted bad after one very serious discussion with my two childhood best friends.  

     Fast forward seventeen years, I accidentally tried a peanut butter cup in a friend’s birthday cake, and I couldn’t believe how creamy and flavorful the stuff that filled the chocolate shell was. I spent years missing out on this top tier snack, based on a belief I had formed before I could even multiply fractions. As I sit in my dorm room, snacking on my beloved Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups, I am reminded of the value in openness. I keep peanut butter cups in mind when my roommate introduces me to her favorite country music artist I’ve never heard instead of my usual Kanye and Rex Orange County songs. I keep them in mind when I meet my new next door neighbors replacing the family friends that housed Boomey, a dog I’d grown to love.

     Beyond peanut butter cups, I love to bake other desserts, hike with my dad, and watch hockey. I’m a daughter of two first-generation immigrants, as well as a sibling to my younger sister and older brother. I am ethnically Chinese, but a citizen of the United States, Canada, and Singapore. I’m tall (or at least I used to be until all my friends caught up with me in high school), introverted, and patient. Lastly, I’m really excited for the upcoming semester!

[litesalted]

Finishing outside corners with Tile without bullnose.

Do they make an outside corner metal track for that nice clean finish look or is bullnose really my only option. Have a window with 11" extension jambs and trying to. Figure out how to finish it. Pictures available if wanted

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[elvenvishnu]

Calling all r/Plumbing Detectives...wtf is this

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[suzannah314]

50/100 Things To Love About 2020

50/100 Things To Love About 2020

Boomey is judging all of 2020. #stinkeye The irony is not lost on me that this is the year that I decided to emulate Austin Kleon’s annual “100 Things to Love about _____.” First, comes COVID, a righteous clusterfuck if ever there was one. So much suffering. And in the midst of this, the final straw of George Floyd and (add more names here). It’s not like police killing Black people is new.…

[fortunechaos]

Valid old man is Boomey

im on s2 and this image flashed before my eyes

[atlasie-blog]

Crazy Pant's Mile-High Club

Word count: 1, 643

Summary: Adventure stirs when your trapped on a plane with the Suicide Squad.

Pairing: Reader x Captain Boomerang

“Ye, ya wanna ground me, luv?” Boomerang asked with a lazy smirk. He’s sat on a lazy lounge at the back of the government’s private jet. His body takes up the entirety of its space; jittery limbs, he’s always moving.

“Fuck off.” You puffed out. Head flicks in his direction before it shifted back, your eyes locked on the back of Diablo’s chair in front of you. It’s a danger to have this many prisoners on board, but what perhaps nerved you most was the Australian.

Harley bounced up on her chair. As much as you had tried to sit next to Katana, at least the plane ride would’ve been fairly quiet; the amped up blonde had urged you to sit right beside her. Legs bending, she sat in the most uncomfortable position you’d ever seen. Hands whipped out her mobile from her shorts pocket, discretely. Before getting onto the plane, Flag had thrown tracked iPhone’s at the merry villains. It was his not so secret way of Waller keeping an eye on all of you and for Harley, it seemed, a way for her to start yet another conversation.

[ text to: Boomey ] I want y’ to give me an Aussie kiss!

It’s become alike to a game of tennis watching their interactions. It first comes with the heavy vibration coming from Boomerang’s crotch because of course he’d keep the mobile there. A low moan, but loud enough for you to hear, emitted from his mouth and his hands leisurely tread to the opening of his pants to retrieve the phone. One look from the touch screen and his eyes locked with the blonde. Like a melody that she knows all too well, Harley bit her lower lip.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell...” He murmured. His eyes twitched from his mobile back to the blonde and then back to the touch screen again for extra measure. With looks like that he’s not complaining, but she’s just that extra doze of crazy. “’m not gonna fuckin’ speak through this shitty thing when you’re right in front of me.”

Harley pouted. “But I wanna play a game.”

“You sure you ain’t playin’ a game already?”

“’M always playin’ a game”, she started. “Just want to see you all riled up. Bet it’s a real treat.” It’s at this stage where you’ve had enough. This unwanted feeling of what could undeniably be jealousy burning at your insides caused your head to lean against the window, eyes shut and pulling you into a lullaby.

Boomerang’s aware to your smallest twitch. “You see, blondie. I’m an honest fella.”

“Ye? How honest?” Harley asked. In one swift movement, she stood upwards and moved to the vacant seat next to Boomerang.

“Is tha’ a trick question?”

Harley shook her head. Her movements are slow, playful almost. She’s alike to a fun house and the circus has only just started. Hands twitch to the heavy stubble on Boomerangs chin, fingers grazed between the hairs. Her lips meet his first, and then her tounge and he’s taken in a tirade of complete surprise. She curled backwards, lips fallen to the juncture of his ear. “Play with me, Captain”.

Hesitant – that’s what Boomerang is right now. His eyes are glued to the back of your chair and there’s a silent hope that you’ll turn around any moment in a fit of jealousy to stop whatever the other bludge in his pants is begging him to do. You don’t, however. Golden tooth bites at his lip and the rage that he has for the mere fact that you’re not stopping the Coo Coo Blondie has turned into the utter need to get payback. For now. His meaty hands landed at Harley’s waist, pulling her frame to be atop of his rather large one. It’s his lips that meet the pale valley of her neck. Tongue lapped over the skin before his teeth grazes; biting down on the skin, hard. It’s enough for her to scream bloody murder. It’s enough for there to be blood. She does scream and Boomerang thinks it’s the best damn scream in the entire world; not because it’s a sound that excites him, but because for the first time he sees movement in the corner of his eye.

Your eyes are opened and giving him the world’s greatest death stares. “Go get off in the planes toilet, would you?”

“Rather right here, luv. Why? Don’t ya wanna see me...” His eyes swept down to his crotch. “’m bloody offended.”

“Fine”, you replied curtly. Your body shot upwards without any recoil.

“Where ye goin’?” Boomerang shot back.

“Away from you.”

A groan and he pushed Harley off of him. As much as he enjoyed the rather growing member in his pants right now; he didn’t feel the need to play games. Not with you and certainly not with her. It’s within the blink of an eye that the annoyed sensation he was feeling is taken over by a sudden cockiness. He gets up then and walked to the middle aisle to come half way to meet you. Harley looked on. Boomerang has something up his sleeve and she’s always game for a little entertainment; she knew it was coming, of course. She had seen the sexual tension between the two of you from a mile away.

“What are you doing?” You asked startled.

“Ya wanted to see me Captain”.

Your hand is upwards, carding through your hair. “I wanted to sit with Katana and not get involved with your weird idea of foreplay.”

“If ye wanted a threesome ya coulda’ jus’ asked.”

That comment doesn’t even deserve a reply. It takes barely minutes for you to walk towards the end of the jet; Boomerang behind you. He’s hot on your trail and it’s the breathing down your neck, something that you’re trying your damn hardest to ignore, that’s a reminder that he’s there. You come to a stop in the junction between the aisle and the toilet. The light reads vacant for the female toilet and your hand reached behind you to pull Boomerang into the stall. With a startled yelp, one that could be rivalled against a teenage girl, his meaty body takes up the entirety of the space. Your fingers brushed against the handle before locking the door. There’s not much room to move that you find it incredibly hard to turn around to face him. And there’s already a shit-eating grin upon his bearded face.

“Listen, luv –”

Your hands are quick to snake around his waist. Fingers moved to graze the opening of his pants. Chugging it down as fast as you can, you can already tell that the Captain has had quite the stir. And it’s the acknowledgment that its Harley’s fault that caused the low, annoyed groans to come out from your mouth. Angrily, with heated frustration, his pants fall to his ankles before he kicks it off along with his shoes. His shirt is next; it doesn’t take long before he’s stripped naked in the jets bathroom.

Your body bended downwards until you’re crouched below. Taking his member in-between your hands, your tongue lightly plays with the tip. It’s a tight-lipped moan that’s sunk its self in Boomerang’s throat that causes your first grin. Your mouth hovered over the skin before taking it fully. Lapping your tongue over it; hot and desperate and needy. Hands run to the back of your skull to cradle your head. It’s ironic; the idea that you’d have yet seen his guard this let down but of course it would be when you were both this intimate. There’s no rush. It’s as simple and as dangerous as the two of you could be if you both let your heart be on your sleeves. It takes a few minutes or so for your mouth to let go of his member, snaking out and twisting to stand up straight. Your lips are hot on his. Arms circled around his neck, pulling him towards you, letting his scent of beer and dirt tangle with your bones. His member landed onto the toilets sink.

“I’m not fucking you.”

“Why not?” Boomerang whined.

“I don’t know where Harley has been.”

“Knew ya got the jealousy bug. Trust me – ye a much prettier sheila”, He murmured into your neck. However the memory of the two of them is bright and burning. You shoved him away from you and his eyebrow cocked in surprise. Hands twitched onto the lock; opening the door you walked out proudly as if nothing and everything had just happened.

You find the first available seat. As if it’s the lords work, or some other destined power like Satan because with these sorts of prisoners on board it’d defiantly not be the rightful higher power; Katana is next to you. She barely turned her head around to give you a nod; instead her eyes are latched onto the sword resting in her lap. Her attachment to it was as deadly and powerful as Boomerang’s baggage of not being able to let go. As if right on cue, the man in question is a flurry of limbs as he exits the toilet. His hair is messier than usual and his pants are back to front and it gives you just the right amount of power for a laugh to ride up your throat. Instead of his blue eyes darting to examine just where the laugh had come from, not that he needs to because he just knows your laugh by heart, he moved back to the end of the plane. Harley isn’t near to him. Harley has taken up a new adventure, a new game, next to Diablo. Boomerang took out his mobile from his pants, just where his member had now been deflated.

[ text from : George ] Game on, sweetheart.

[amaximumtastemakercollection]

I was a little bit distracted during episode 5 of ATLA so I didn’t give it my full attention so there is probably loads that I missed.  The gaang arrive on some island, which I can’t remember the name of.  Aang remembers the island from before he was encased in ice for a hundred years, and takes a nostalgic stroll down memory lane.  He remembers the good times he had with his friend Boomie (Boomey?), getting into mischief and using the mail delivery system, thingumajig as a helter skelter.

Anyway, the local king or chief or whatever captures the gaang and gives Aang three challenges to overcome.  The penalty for failure is that his two friends, Katara and Sokka, will be permanently encased in crystal if he fails any of these challenges.  I found this bit to be slightly boring, so my mind was elsewhere during the first two challenges. 

 When Aang had to choose which warrior he would face in the final challenge, I did have an idea that Aang would use the loophole he was given to choose the old man as his opponent and somehow it didn’t surprise me one little bit that the old man would turn into the best fighter out of all Aangs possible challengers.  

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but when the old man turned round to Aang and said ‘What is my real name?’ and Aang thought for a moment and then said ‘I know..”  I didn’t have the faintest idea.  I should have guessed it was his old friend Boomie, now grown ancient, but I was completely clueless!.  That was rather sad, in a way.  It was almost as if his old friend, the child that he had once known had somehow died.

When Boomie was giving Aang the whole pep talk, ‘power is responsibility’ speech, I did half expect Aang to turn round and say ‘OKay Boomie, 

[thenatashamaximoff]

Take a chill pill, boomey. I’ll be very careful, just for you. You seem very invested in my life though.

Interesting. 🤔

I’m still a nice person. And guess who didn’t exactly deny that I’m their person. Toi.🤪

-the messenger, but not entirely.

I'm only interested in the parts where the "perfect" m.s. fucks up.

I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're not nice. And, just to clarify, you're definitely not my person. Sorry, not sorry.

Anyway, if you're in class rn, then stop sending me asks and pay attention.

[defrostatica]

🚨🌐 New boomey two tracker from Calculon's label SHOOT Rec #halftempo #bass #sandiego #drumandbass #defrostaticarecommends #linkinbio🔥 http://defro.st/2DJlLxp

[atlasie-blog]

Crazy Pant's Mile-High Club: Walmart Edition

Word count: 1, 662

Summary: Round two, starts in a grocery store.

Pairing: Reader x Captain Boomerang

Part one can be found here

“Come on, luv. All me askin’ for is where th’ beer.” Boomerang asked Katana gruffly, hands massive in comparison to the handle of the bright red basket his fingers are curled around. He passed the basket over to Katana. She stood still. Somehow he had been played into going on a grocery run with the other merry villains but the one item that he needed, desperately needed actually was nowhere to be seen.

“Utah specialises in the limited drinking.” Flag huffed out, eyes directed straight ahead. If there was one thing that he hated the most, it was babysitting these idiots. “They have a special store where the special alcohol is sold.”

“Ye? The only thin’ that’s special right now is you, mate.” Boomerang replied, searching for the next candy bar on the shelf he planned to steal. He finally settled on Hershley’s.

“Homie, no.” Diablo grated, eyes pierced on the Australian. “Ever thought the reason that we were let out was to not steal?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Harley pouted, skipping back towards the others. A large bag of marshmallows lay opened in her right hand. Fingers leisurely grabbed out a few before plopping them straight into her mouth. Flag seized the bag from her and threw it back onto the shelf before it landed directly on the ground.

Harley retorted in the usual, classy way: by stepping over the packet as she slipped into place directly next to you. Her grin widened. “I didn’t have my tushie all over Boomey just for you to not thank me, you know”, she began. But considering that the plane ride was just enough of Harley fun you could have for a week, you walked extra fast. “Where are ya going?”

“I’m not getting sucked up in your circus fest”, you called out. Hands grabbed on tighter to the trolley you were pushing when there was an amused chucked brushed against your ear. It held a certain familiarity that you felt a slight push to toy with. “Let’s not play games –”

“Nah. Lets”. Boomerang interrupted. His meaty hands grabbed onto your waist, pushing him flush against your backside. Your right hand let go of the trolley. Lifting your elbow up, it collided with his chest firmly. “Hey, hey. Leave the’ fightin’ for the sack.” His teeth grazed the juncture of your ear before letting his tongue spin over the earlobe.

“You mean that’s when I get to have your head on a stick?” You asked coolly. Your neck craned, head in align with his so that eyes could sweep across his features. There was a gentle, almost lazy like smirk curved.

Boomerang swallowed, the lump in his throat mellowing. There was always this wildfire attraction brewing between the two of you. Alike to a game of tennis; you could bounce off of each other without finding boredom. “Yer about as crazy as Looney June”, He complimented, a grin on his face. “I like it.”

“Are you done?” Deadshot asked, signalling to where Boomerang’s hands had grabbed onto your ass. You coughed. His hand remained there. “If you’re gonna play touch ‘n grab mind doin’ it away from the food?”

“Think it’s gonna catch cooties or somethin’? Mate, you should be glad ‘m not havin’ a romp in the sack in front of it.”

“I’ll shoot you.” Deadshot deadpanned.

You pushed against Boomerangs front. Sending him several steps backwards, hands left the trolley behind as you swivelled out of his grasp. “Push it then”, you dared Deadshot. Deadshot shrugged silently, eyes landed on you. He slipped into place in front of the trolley and began to push it down the aisle. Coming to the end of it, you took the sharp turn. You would’ve landed in the next aisle had Boomerang not trapped you against the shelf. There was no one left except for the two of you. Not the rest of the Squad, or other customers could be spotted.

“Not here”, you murmured breath hot against his neck.

“Afraid ‘m gonna leave ya hot and bothered?” Boomerang dragged out. He’s still trying, testing out his limits.

The text that he had sent a few days prior wasn’t for the show of it. He had every plan to get right under your skin, to even live there for a while; because he was a real smooth criminal. His meaty hands were like a magnet to the bottom threads of your shirt. Travelled underneath the fabric, it’s like a brush of warm air against the cold. Spider fingers, that’s what it felt like. Leaving bumps and tingles against every spec of skin that it grazed upon. His head met your neck first. Not his tongue, or his mouth, but the bridge of his nose as it found its home within the juncture. With you, somehow the war that he’s fighting is able to be slipped away. He’s never known what peace is supposed to feel like; but here, leaving peppered kisses, he caught a glimpse of it and damn did he like the things that it did to his own Captain.

He doesn’t care that the store is filled with people. That if Flag wasn’t with the lot of you, he would be sent straight back to prison. All that he cares about is that you’re ridiculously close to him and all that he can smell is the best damn scent coming off of you in waves. Something rosemary, but also French; distinctive, sexy, he had not a clue what the fragrance was but if he had to describe it, it would be just you. His fingers melt against your skin as the shirt travels up your body, lifted above your head. There’s a whoops sound as it landed in the aisle one over. He’s used to throwing Boomerangs. They travel a little too far. His head bent. Grin grazed against your neck and then your torso and then the opening of your pants. Fingers flicked your bra clasp open. This time it landed against the Reese’s which he somehow found fitting.

He hasn’t told you this but despite the fact that you rile him up, in the best damn way; he’d move the earth and the sky for you. He didn’t care about the other shielas that leant their pretty bodies to him for the night. His mouth falls onto your right breast first. Tongue characteristically electric against it; you have to stifle the moan that breathed out in heavy puffs of air. They call Fireworks Smoke Flowers in Chinese. They bloom from brilliant sparks of energy to the thunderous crack of bright lights that escape against the night’s sky. That’s the two of you. Streaming colour that start from a bud and burst into something that could bring reckon to the dark. His mouth snaked out from your breast. Leaves one last press of a spark against the underside of your breast and stepped backwards, taking a mental photograph of the vision in front of him. He then scuffled away around the corner. You groaned.

Behind his shadow of a ghost; stood a little boy with his mouth agape and small fingers pointed at your naked torso. Point for Boomerang. Point taken for you: Make sure to never get undressed in a grocery store. Your eyes darted for your bra. Hands hurriedly put it back on. The shirt was another story, a lost cause per say. There was not a chance that you’d be able to find it now without wanting to hide yourself in embarrassment. Walking straight ahead, leaving the still agape boy in the dusk, you found the Squad at the end of the next aisle. Boomerang stood making fun of Diablo. As if nothing had ever happened.

Harley was the first to see you. A large grin sharpened on her features. But what you cared the most about, as she walked straight towards you, was what she had in her hand. “Do ya always try t’ get off in Walmart? Ya’ kinky.”

“Give me the shirt back”, you ground out.

Blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, Harley rolled her eyes. She passed the shirt back to you reluctantly. You slipped the shirt back on with no time to spare.  “You’re no fun. Boomey’s lots of fun.”

Hearing his name was his own sort of tribal call. Boomerang’s hand looped around Harley’s shoulder. A wicked grin twisted. “You want some fun, Y/N? I got a lotta goodies you can have fun with.”

Harley nodded her head eagerly. You walked away. In fact, you kept walking until the troublesome pair was long gone in the back of your peripheral. There’s something, a short prick perhaps, in your bones at the idea that he hasn’t followed you. You know, that deep down, this entire show was just a mere game. A power trip for him; a rhythm that wouldn’t end in a relationship, but the unfurling of one until there would only be debris left in its wake. And if you were completely honest with yourself that’s all that you needed: the ride.

“Have I ever told ya you’ve got a great ass?” Boomerang asked, showing up from nowhere. There’s a slight thrill caught in your smile.

“Looks even better walking away from you”, you began. “I thought you were with Harley.”

“That psycho fucker? Nah. I prefer the prettier type. Thought ya’ knew that.”

“I did…until you left me half naked in a grocery store.”

“Guess we’re even now, huh?” He asked. “Lookey, they’re payin’. Now, if ya ask me they shoulda jus’ left.”

That didn’t even fathom a reply. He took it upon himself to carry on the conversation, “Lucky for us, I’ve got some candy. Wanna run?”

“No.”

“You some honourable, princess?”

You turned around. It takes a second for his hand to graze against your elbow. “Doll…Dolly Doll – I was only jokin’.”

“Sure you were”.

There’s that grin. His gold tooth made an appearance.