hey--mandie-blog

[spicyraeman]

lil guy and big ouppy form

[scrubbinn]

There is a man in my mirror. He visits me every day. I don't understand why. He just does. We spend our time staring into each other's eyes, though as much as I peer, I can not seem to grasp his thoughts. Sometimes, I see sadness on those days when he cries into his hands. I stare at him as I place tears around my eyes to match his. He never smiles, but I know it's nice to have company in misery.

Somedays, I watch him leave the house he lives in. It's the place you could never call a home. There are monsters in it. They only exist in my mirror, but I know the man fights them every day. I stare at the door, waiting for him to return. I'd like to ask where his strength comes from, but I know my voice will never reach. I wonder if the monsters will someday find their way out of my mirror. I hope the man returns soon. He always does, eventually.

One day, the man stared at me with a familiar expression. It was the same one we both wore every day, but I knew that was wrong. I knew this time was different. The man cried, and so did I, once again, place the tears into my eyes. He never came back. How long was the man gone? I stared at the door he left through for what must have been hours, maybe days. The calendar in the corner of my mirror said that years had passed, but it must have been wrong.

One day, I was staring into my mirror, waiting once again for the man to return. My mirror was dusty, and I could not clearly see myself anymore, but it was clear enough to see the door open once again. A woman stepped forward and wiped the dust away. She smiled at me, and I cried.

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Hey, yall. Navi here. Sad news, there won't be a slime HRT update this weekend. It would seem giving yourself an arbitrary deadline for a project while fighting self-worth issues induces burnout.

So there's no longer going to be a set schedule for Slime HRT. It'll be out when it's out. In the meantime, I'm gonna post any short stories I end up writing in my free time. Hope you enjoy.

[darkh3ro]

AfterSchool: A Love Story

Chapter Two

Eddie was on his lunch break, drinking a green tea that he loves cold and a small salad, he usually liked keeping his small figure and his wife didn't do much of the cooking anyway, her nights were normally filled with work, and even most weekends. 

Eddie gets a call from his wife in the middle of his small meal, he's quick to answer, mostly because he knows she never calls unless she needs something. Eddie picks up “Hey Love. How's it going?

Works okay and everything?” she responds with “Yes as always” she quickly says. Eddie could tell that she was fixing her mouth to say something. She was hesitant but not afraid to tell him.

She says “I will be gone for a week for work. They need me out in New York City. I'm not sure how often this will happen, but this week has already been set in stone. I'm getting paid triple and they're flying me out tonight.” 

Thoughts ran through Eddie's mind faster than ever, he immediately thought of inviting Yusef over and pouncing onto him like he knew they both wanted.

He thought of the time they could spend together just for the weekend. The immense amount of time they would have.’

“Hello,” Eddie's wife says, demanding an answer at this point. He had zoned out for at least 30 seconds.

He snaps back to reality and says “Okay honey, whatever you feel like you need to do, your job is important, I'll be here if you need me, love you.”

Eddie’s wife hangs up the phone and quickly puts away his lunch, getting ready for the last class of the day…….

The last class was unlike any other. He was so energetic for the last class. Knowing the plan that was soon to conspire was pushing him through the rest of the day.  

Often during the passing period, he would sway by Yusef’s office, finding him inside normally waiting on his next class or just writing notes or classes.

Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off him, and Yusef couldn't either, they were so obsessed with each other secretly that they had to resist each other for the sake of their marriage.

Since Yusef married his wife, Lory; it was always as if something was missing. He felt that the only reason he got married in the first place was because his family members wanted him. 

Through the years Yusef normally stayed distant from his wife, they were never fully infatuated with each other but they always kept the peace. Since Eddie and Yusef knew each other so well.

For years they had always wondered what it felt like to be in each other's arms. Never did Eddie think that he would end up being in a position to have a chance at pursuing him. 

He mustered up the thought of going to yusefs office and asking him over. He kept fidgeting in his seat just thinking about Yusef coming over to be with him.

Even if nothing sexual happened, being in the presence of him is enough for him. Eddie loved Yusef for what he was; a hidden lover.

A love with no constraints and no ill will. Yusef was masculine, caring, and extremely charming. There was nothing better for them than each other. 

Eddie knew what he had to do. So he thought to himself to eventually muster up the courage to ask Yusef over. Eddie knew that he would say yes anyway. He just didn't want to pounce on him too early….

In the middle of Eddie daydreaming of him and Yusef, the bell rings for the next class and his lunch is over…

I'm not sure when I will post chapter three! though I'm sure it'll be within the next week or two!

love yall.

[yrnkeno]

Dear 1st grade Joaquin Gold,

Shit fasho gets easier, well maybe not easier, but definitely better. Especially in comparison to the things you have to endure right now in this part of your life. Shit, in 2022, you coming up for real. You dropped a song that went viral, blew up, and all the long nights that's going to come--when you and your niggas up late in "White Tim's" garage in a makeshift studio, and dropping cringe shit on soundcloud gon' pay off. Nigga we got SIGNED. How ironic that "Lonely" was the song that changed your life, and lonely is the perfect way to describe where you are now. Yeah you had your sister on the many nights mama wouldn't come back.. and I hate to tell you fam, but one day she ain't gonna come back at all. We pass her sometimes when we driving through the old hood nowadays, but we don't even look her way... Aye, I ain't say we was perfect.. we still got some shit to work on right now but I have to admit, when I do see her, I turn back into you and think about how fucked up she was. But enough of that shit for right now, back to the important shit. Nigga, you pulling up in a SRT Hellcat now, got you a diamond grill--a real one--and not the ones you make out of gum wrappers every morning outside of your school before class start. And the bitches, bro the bitches.. the fattest asses, the biggest titties. Stripper bitches, lawyer bitches, thug bitches all kinds of bitches. You still only had one girlfriend ever though because commitment ain't really your thing. It's more than likely cuz of our mama though, shit, and our father too. Oh, you finally met that nigga though at 13. They bought some big convicts over to the juvie to talk to us and his ass was in the line up. That shit crazy. First convo you had with that nigga and yall both was in jail. Apparently, that nigga known for putting in work. From California to Atlanta and when word got out you was his seed that was your gateway to the streets... and it paid off for a lil while, but. Anyway tho.

I know you're a dreamer, you've always been a dreamer. Even now, at 21 you still be dreaming hard as fuck. You know what's crazy? Even til this day we still got that uglass green composition notebook where you used to list everything you ever wanted in it. And it goes from stuff you want in this moment in your life (and eventually got because I made sure of it) and goes to stuff I want now. I never stopped adding to it. Lol. I think it's wild to see shit I used to think was a delicacy.. like being able to take a bath without having to boil your water first, having thanksgiving dinner, or having a christmas tree..or being able to buy Tahara an actual gift on her birthday instead of "best big sister" construction paper cards, to now like owning businesses and getting sponsorships. Oh and the gushers? Boyyyyy, we got so many Gushers in 2022.. a whole drawer full and we don't even have to save them, Tahara don't have to steal them, and nobody can take them from you to hurt you no more. So right now, I know it's a lot of cold nights for you. I know you go to school in pain from sleeping on a floor with Tahara, or stuffing your feet in kicks she outgrew about two years prior. Or waiting around for the lunch lady to close the cafe down afterschool so you can beg for another pizza to split with ya sister. But just stay down, pimpin. It'll get better.

P.S we still tenderheaded.

Sincerely, Joaquin Gold, 2022.

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

Ok same anon with the weird dreams greetings—

Sooo I saw that you’re accepting Halloween related requests and you know I’m a sucker for the bitch douma..

idk just some weird crack headcanons (or oneshot if u dont mind) request with douma somehow transporting to our world probably from baking after being done with his shit and they see reader with a good ass cosplay and they look almost identical to him, they got the voice down and everything.

so reader is just… I dunno passing out candy to the children and douma is kinda just being a weirdo and trying to figure out where the fuck he is and just observing reader.

Somehow they meet and reader is just like “Omg I love your douma cosplay it looks WAY too real lmao” and douma is just… what ?? :D

Idk what happens next it’s up to you but reader just finds out that he somehow came here and is now literally fearing for their lives like they’re actually terrified and douma is just in the living room wondering how the Nintendo switch works.

yeah that’s all I got okay thank u byeeee

This is going to be fun

Douma has been staring at his look alike for the past hour with his eyes wide open. They looked so pretty dressed like him!

After being randomly thrown in this strange world, a mirror could really calm his nerves (What nerves exactly? I don't know)

After a while Douma sees that the person was waving at him and his first thought was "Ooo! A new friend!" so he walked up to them and complimented on the similar resemblance to him

"Aw Thanks! I love your Douma cosplay as well!"

".....Cosplay?... I don't know what that means but what are you giving those little humans? Is it poison?"

Big confusion

You started to question him if this was his first time celebrating

And he answered that this was his first time hearing about this

Two things were currently going through your head

"Is this guy serious? Or He's just acting like Douma to fit the cosplay?"

You explained what Halloween was to this guy and he immediately wanted you to take him out so he can have a Halloween experience

You swear everything happened so quickly

Yall went trick or treating, went to 3 different parties and 15 haunted houses

You were so surprised that you managed to do all of that in one night. You didn't know if this guy had a place to stay at the moment so you let him stay at your place until he had a ride or something.

What you didn't know, was that he wasn't done hanging out with you. He didn't get the message that you were tired so he continued to ask so many questions about everything. What's in your house, how do you use them, does it explode?

"Your telling me you don't know what a Phone is?"

"Nope! Not at all.. I wonder if it'll bring any use to Muzan-sama"

"Ok.. I get it your in a Douma cosplay, Halloween's over. You can stop now"

"Cosplay... Lots of people have complimented me on my 'Cosplay'.. I don't know what that is... also can we close the windows? I don't wanna burn a day after I've had so much fun with you! I want to hangout with you more!"

It was honestly getting on your nerves how he was still acting like Douma.

But in the deep depths of your mind, you started questioning if this guy really Douma due to the fact he really looked like him.

His Cosplay was insane and you couldn't help but question it.

You eventually had to find out of he was Douma or was just some weirdo you let in your house

As he was closing all the windows and the curtains you pricked him with a pin and watched his reaction

First of all he didn't even feel it-

Second of all you saw his skin morph back in its original form

It scared the living shit out of you cause there's one a fucking demon in your house

And two It's a women eating demon in your house. Who knows if he's hungry!!

You personally dont know if you should call the police, kick him out, or hide him

The police are going to be useless.. and if you kick him out how knows what will happen if you leave him alone (It's Douma..who knows what he's gonna do)

Hiding him in your house was the only option, but you couldn't help but wonder what you were gonna feed him

"[Name]-dono! What's this red and blue device? It has all these buttons on it.. what happens if I press one- OOO! It did something! [Name]-dono you have to show me what this is! And maybe tomorrow night we can go to another party again! Or! Or! Go trick and treat! Ah, that's how you say it right? Trick and treating?"

Maybe you can worry about it when it comes..

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We are not going to ask why this took so long ok? Ok.

[saksukei]

mermaid yeosang au

[plenty of curses lol and also this is hella long ,,,,, so I'm sorry] This was once again inspired by warmau, please check them out! I love their writing.

other mermaid aus; yunho san

when your friends said you were a dumb fuck you begged to differ but now you just agree

because really– you have proved how low your IQ level is when you went to the beach

It was a cloudy day and it was supposed to rain later on but you and your friends were already at the beach– so you decided you might as well enjoy

you wanted to go for a swim but all your friends refused and said that they preferred to stick to the shallow water

you went in for a swim in the deep water, where the waves form because you go out to swim pretty often ,,,, especially this place

but then it started raining cats and dogs

and the current started becoming stronger

your grade A swimming skills couldn't save you because even as you were trying to swim against the current, the water was just sweeping you away

The only thing you could hear were your friends screaming for the one second you managed to get out and then you were back in

salt water going through your nose

and you felt like this was it

because getting out of the water is impossible and you've heard countless stories of people drowning, never thinking you were going to go be one of them

and this isn't some movie where you get washed up on some shore on an island and find your way back home

and so you just let the water take you with itself

Till you felt a strong grip on your wrist

you couldn't see clearly because the salt water and the sand was hurting your eyes

but you felt something wrap it's arms around you tightly and drag you away with full force

you felt everything fade away as you lost consciousness

you eyes fluttered open and you jolted up

you found yourself on this flat rock on some unknown shoreline?

“oh good– you're up,” you heard someone say from behind you.

You turned around to see a white haired boy, prominent cheek bones, angular face, melanin skin, a weak smile on his lips

and then you noticed–

the huge gash that went from his ankle to almost his knee

“w-what ,,,,, how did this happen? Are you okay?” you asked, worryingly, as you inched closer to him.

“oh I'm a hundred percent fine!” he replied in a sarcastic tone, pointing towards his leg

hE SOUNDED LIKE A WHINY BITCH

“rude,” you hissed, as you tore your sleeve, wrapping it around his leg to cover the wound

“please stop– this ,,, it won't help,” he pointed towards the bandage.

“i know it's not great but it'll be worse if I don't do this now,” you answered.

“no you don't understand,” he interrupted, his tone stern.

“what do I not understand? This is one of the things I've been taught to do in case someone gets wounded and this prevents bacterial infection from happening–”

“I'm a mermaid,,,,,,” he confessed.

and you stopped dead in your tracks

“y-youre a ,,,,, what?” you asked him again

“don't tell anyone please,” he grumbled. “I don't want a fanclub”

“oh my god ,,,, you're a mermaid but you're also a dick, congrats!” you replied, clearly annoyed.

I MEAN WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS???

and he just rolled his eyes

“why don't you just tell me how I can help because I don't want to be responsible for murder,” you hissed.

Yeosang scoffed and kept thinking of a solution, till an idea popped into his mind, a smile on his face

You could see the light bulb over his head

“well- there are these things we use to heal and keep ourselves strong ,,,,, they're a type of seashell.....”

“oh god– this will be like finding a needle in a haystack,” you sighed.

“no actually the shell is the color of my tail which is emerald green, with white lines and we don't carry these shells with us, but rather– they find us when we are in need,” he explained.

“so can't it just ,,,,,, I don't know pop out of the ocean right into my arms?”

“if that's how it worked, do you think I would have entertained you all that long?”

“fine, you win,” you admitted, gritting your teeth

“dont hit your head on the rocks or drown like you did before–” he jabbered.

“you know ,,,,, I really miss two minutes ago when I didn't know your existence,” you retorted, as you dived into the water, missing the smirk on his face

After several minutes, you found the shell and you swam back to the silver haired boy

aND HE WAS SURPRISED AS FUCK?

“y-you found the shell?” he gulped

“yeah, why do you sound so panicky?” you asked, as you handed it to him, noticing the change in his tone

“nothing,” he scoffed. “I thought your intelligence quotient was so low that you would drown again,”

You only huffed in annoyance as you watched the gash on his leg disappear in an instant

“how did you get hurt anyway?”

“i was trying to save your dumbass from drowning.....”

he stood up and mans was taller than you

“the wound is fixed, the attitude comes right out huh?” you snapped.

“this isn't attitude, this is just–”

“no, you're just a jerk face” you interrupted, getting up.

Before you could utter another word, in one swift motion he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him

“first of all, it's not jerk face– it's Kang yeosang and second of all, I didn't have to injure myself just to save your petty ungrateful ass, but I still did.”

“well, god wanted me dead and now you get to find out why,” you managed to choke out, hoping he wouldn't notice how fAST YOUR HEART WAS RACING

He let go of your wrist as he rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time

“do you want to get back home or not?”

“yeah, so that I can forget your existence.”

He mumbled a ‘fine’ and jumped into the water

and you jumped after him

you could see his dark emerald green tail and as it came to the middle part, it become almost white, similar to his hair color

“hold on tight and pray that I don't strangle you,” he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest

I mean ,,,,,, dude was a dick but he looked hELLA FINE AND YALL SEE HIS CHEST??

he swam at literal lightning speed like you were there before you even knew it??

the storm had passed and you could see lifeguards, friends and family on the shoreline

You were in still water, small waves here and there but nothing too strong

“the coast guard is going to come here for another round to search for you–pretend you're unconscious and just let your body float,” he instructed.

“what if I get only farther and farther away from the shore?” you asked and he rolled his eyes

“you need to stop asking me stupid questions ,,,,, and- I'll be here to supervise.”

“okay then um- thank you ,,,, yeosang.”

“you're welcome–” he let go of your body and you let your body float on the water, till you felt a boat near by, eventually taking you out of the water

you eventually pretended to regain consciousness and was happy to be reunited with everyone

you also got scolded by everyone but you felt as if something was missing

sure you didn't like yeosang but he still saved you and you just ,,,,, kinda liked having him around even if he was annoying

I mean he made your heart race and get you all giddy for some ,,,,,, reason

this incident happened a little over a month ago and you spent all your time missing yeosang?? even though you like barely knew him and he was a dick lol

you went back to the beach, without anyone around and just walked along the shoreline till you felt your foot hit something

it was emerald in color?

yeosang's shell??

was he in trouble?

you panicked internally because you hoped he was okay

you picked up the shell and looked around,

but you still couldn't see him

you saw a rather large rock so you decided to swim towards it in hopes of trying to spot him from the top

and you got there but unfortunately the rock was too steep and slippery and so you were trying to find an edge where you could get on top from

unaware that Yeosang was watching you struggle and grinning at your stupidity

“you do realize– I have been looking for that ,,,, every where,” you heard someone say, making your heart race and you ended up bumping into his chest ,,,,, again

“you dick– if you were here ,,,, why couldn't you help me?”

“sorry it was fun watching you struggle–” he smirked

“rude– but I found your shell so- are you okay?” you asked with geniuine concern

He sighed, “oh god- I have to tell you something....”

“what?”

“you see ,,,,, I had originally sent you on a wild goose chase when I sent you to find my shell–”

“what do you mean?”

“actually no one except the mermaids themselves can find their own shell,” he scratched the back of his head. “unless–” he paused.

“unless?”

“unless they are your significant other....”

[taetaespeaches]

LIIIV; happy new year!!!!!

here we go, a smol bible. just a chapter if u must lmao

i'm very honest when I say it doesn't feel like we passed another year, everything is weird and last year sucked ass, even worse than 2020 for me, like i'm ok, but am i really? lol

some news are that this year im getting braces, i guess i won't be able to eat some things, so i've been eating a lot of candy these days while i can lmao, help

this year gave us blonde hoseok and it killed me, he went back to dark hair and i didn't get any better, what are we playing here??? and this is gonna be a year full of bangtan on instagram, i hate it there, yoongi's already like 'cute sky' then BAMM, 'look, im hot', annoying- jungkook owns a pet store apparently! namjoon was touring USA, then hobi and tete are naked wtf, have some mercy, jimin was lost, idk what the hell he was doing,

jin is my rock, he just ate a lot and got covid :( poor baby.

now i've been really behind on everything, i'm not even finished with the christmas drabbles, can u believe, i'm sorry

shame

but i'm excited for this year's angst lmao

suffering is my passion 😗✌️

i don't want to ramble a lot, let's spread the ramble in different asks, you know.. tumblr content for yall

anywayss, i'm always very thankful for your writing, liv, you reminded me how much i loved reading fanfictions in the good ol' jonas brothers fan days, and your work is like a warm hug from a friend ♥

i hope you have a very cool, amazing, fantastic, magical and full of puppies year ♥ i love your existance

Saw this Ginger house's yesterday at the mall 💫

"a smol bible" goddammit I'm already cackling lmao. Happy new year Lydia! <3 (putting the rest under a keep reading cut because we're obnoxious and can't stop typing xo)

No for real, it feels like one massive year and I am no longer able to process how time works. That's such a mood: we're ok, but are we? we are, but are we really? who knows!

Braces!!! They're annoying as fuck at times but it'll be worth it! Just wear your retainer when you're done because I did not and my teeth have definitely shifted some lol. I take it out while sleeping?! Like I can't even help it, my unconscious self does it! Eat all the candy girl! You deserve it!

Hoseok with any hair is just too much, YOU'RE TOO MUCH HOSEOK! Lmaoooo insta is going to be the death of us all eventually, Jungkook has been pushing it recently. But yes to all that, they have really taken us on a journey already. Except Jimin lol I love how he literally just does not really use insta, same bestie!

Jin and me had the same year if that's how we want to summarize his 2021 🤪 ate a lot and got covid, again, SAME BESTIE!

That's totally ok lol AND I'M EXCITED FOR ANGST TOO! I love angst, it's my passion, so we have that in common. SAME! BESTIE!

You're so cute :( I'm so happy you found my blog and find it worthy of spending even a small sliver of your time here. Have a very wonderful and cheerful year full of everything your heart desires! <3 I LOVE YOU!

the gingerbread houses are so cute, aw :(

[thatssonanii]

Lines

Bloodline Family Series

Everybody that knew Rich knew what he did, they also knew that he kept a legit job too. He liked cutting hair and Slim's uncle needed a barber so when the two started college they both started working in his shop. After two years of working there, the guys that worked there knew not to play with either friend and they knew Slim was the nicest of the two.

"Aye man, how many heads you cut today?"

Rich at in his chair twisting back and forth, thinking before he answered the barber next to him, Jamal. Rich didn't really care for him but he put up with him because Jamal hadn't crossed him. Yet. He would cross the line eventually and Rich would be there waiting.

"Like 10 or 12," he shrugged.

"Damn, you must be good." Jamal laughed cutting the guy's head in his chair

"Mmhm, something like that."

Slim laughed to himself. Jamal was trying to be friendly with Rich, he wanted to be friends but Slim knew his best friend didn't like him.

"Say man, you comin' out tonight or you got something planned with ya lady?" Slim asked from across the shop.

Before Rich could answer, Jamal butted in. "You got a girl?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Rich asked glancing at him.

"No reason," Jamal shrugged finishing the haircut, "I just didn't think you did. With all these bitches after you, if I was you I'd have wifey and a few hoes. Shit, you prolly do."

The other barbers and a few of the patrons laughed at the suggestion.

"That's a faithful young man right there, son. Just him and his lady," an older gentleman interjected.

Jamal snorted as he slapped hands with his customer. "Shiiiit, like I said if I was him, I'd have a plethora."

Rich smirked and glanced at him, "But you ain't me so just worry about yaself."

A few hours later, Rich was cutting hair and the door to shop opened jingling the bell at the top of the door. Queenie walked in with Apryl and Kandice. A few spoke to them but they didn't put too much of their attention on them.

"What's goin on, Queenpin?" Slim asked going to hug her, her sister and cousin.

"Hey, Slim," Queenie smiled. She went over to kiss Rich, who wrapped his free arm around her and grabbed her butt. "Hey, baby. The girls came to see me and wanted to see you."

Rich smiled at them, "What's up, ladies? How long yall in town for?'

"Till Monday. Our parents went on a trip and shipped us off here," Apryl shrugged going to hug him.

Kandice scoffed playfully, "No, you got shipped off and i got guilt tripped."

Rich hugged then both and laughed.

"Either way, it's good to see yall. What yall about to do?' He asked going back to the haircut.

Queenie smiled, "Well, we were about to go eat and probably go to the mall."

"And you came to the ATM," he joked, "What if I told you it was closed?"

"Then is just rob it," she laughed.

"Uhuh," he mumbled playfully, "Go on back there and look in my bag. Yall go with her, yall know she don't share shit."

As the three of them headed for the backroom of the barbershop, Jamal came out checking each of them out as he passed them. Slim noticed and a laugh escaped him, he sat down in his chair ready to watch the fireworks. Going back to his own chair, Jamal to a seat with a wide smile on his face.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who? I ain't see nobody," Tony, another barber said quickly.

Jamal laughed, "Come on now, yall seen them fine ass women just walk through here."

Rich finished the haircut and slapped hands with his customer. He turned to his station to clean his things ignoring his co-worker.

"So yall just gon ignore me? I'm saying though, they was fine."

"16 will get you 20, my man." Tony told him quickly.

Jamal nodded, "I mean shit I won't tell if they won't. Wait ... which one of them is 16? Not that it matters."

"It should matter though," Rich added.

"Why? They ain't tellin."

Strike one, Rich thought to himself

The girls came from the back and over to Rich. Kandice and Apryl hugged him before going to wait by the door. While Queenie was telling Rich bye, Jamal approached them.

"I'm tellin you, man. Don't do that," Slim laughed tossing a few sunflower seeds in his mouth.

Jamal waved him off and grabbed Kandice's hand. "What's up, beautiful? I'm Jamal. What's your name?"

Kandice snatched her hand back from him with a frown on her face. "16," she said backing up.

"I'm not worried, it's all good. You should let me take you out."

Strike two, Rich thought to himself

By this time, Slim was in his chair dying of laughter. It was always fun to him when people tried Rich and even funnier when they had no idea.

"We're 16, we don't want you," Apryl told him, "Now move. Queenie, we goin to the car."

The two girls walked out going to her car. Queenie rolled her eyes, telling her boyfriend she'd see him at his apartment. The two of them embrace and kissed one more time. She hugged Slim one more time before leaving the barbershop. As she left though, Jamal's eyes were on her and Rich's were on him.

"Aye, you got a eye problem or somethin?"

"My bad, I was just looking, Rich." Jamal laughed as he sat in his chair.

"I asked you a question," Rich said setting his tools down, "You got a eye problem?"

"You serious man? I was lookin, no law against that. Ain't like I said she had a fat ass or something, I kept that to myself. But shit we all know its there."

Strike three, Rich thought to himself.

"I been lettin you slide since you got here a few months ago, a few times I should've said something to you but it wasn't my business," Rich told him calmly.

Jamal looked at his co-worker and laughed. He figured since Slim was laughing then it must've been a joke.

"Its just a few bitches, you can really be mad about that."

"A few bitches," Rich repeated with a sarcastic laugh, "Its clear you don't like your life."

Jamal opened his mouth to say something but Rich punched him out his chair. He didn't got a chance to fight back, Rich was on him pouncing him then jacked him up off the floor, forcing him to a wall holding him there with his firearm in his throat.

"Slim," Rich called out, "Bring me them shears."

"Gladly."

Slim hopped up with a smile on his face to get the sharpest shears he had taking them to his best friend. The other men in the shop put their focus everywhere but on what was currently happening. Rich took the shears and held them at Jamal's eyes as he tried to get away.

"Be ya scary ass still," Rich huffed, "You approached my lil sister and lil cousin after Tony and them told you not to, you touched them after they told you no and then you thought to say some disrespectful shit about my lady. Gimmie one reason why I shouldn't pluck both eyes out."

Jamal was sweating and panicking.

"Look, I'm sorry! I ain't know!"

"Bullshit," Slim called out laughing. "Ya ass just don't listen. That's ya problem!"

Rich opened the shears and moved it under his eyes pressing it into his skin as he shook and struggled.

"Be ya ass still, I told you that shit already," Rich growled in a low tone. 'It'll only hurt for a second."

Pushing the shears into his skin, Rich sliced into his skin making a long cut under Jamal's left eye. Jamal screamed out in pain which went ignored by every other person in the shop except Slim. When he was done, Rich handed Slim the shears and stepped back.

"Did we learn a lesson?" He asked.

Jamal held his hand to his face, tears pooling in his eyes from the pain. A few moments later, Rich looked down at his feet and stepped back in disgust.

"Ah shit, you pissed yaself, man? Talk all that shit about bitches but here you are actin like one." Rich taunted. "Go get a mop and clean this shit up then you should take the rest of day off and get that checked out. We got ya cuts till tomorrow."

Jamal looked up at him horrified.

"Did I say something you ain't understand? Lemme say it simpler for you," Rich shrugged, "Clean this up, go to the hospital, go home and bring ya ass back tomorrow. Don't come back tomorrow and see what happens. And stop crying be grateful i let you keep ya eyes."

Rich turned away from him and went back to his station to finish cleaning his tools. Slim continued to taunt Jamal a little while longer until he got the mop like Rich told him to and the barbershop went back to normal just like that.

[nanamicide]

2022 plans

I've seen a lot of people make this type of posts so here is mine. I'm mostly writing this for myself just to see how much of what I have planned I can get done over the course of the year (but I'll still drop this here just in case anyone might be interested).

When it comes to writing, I definitely want to finish To Set You Free. I still have like, 3-4 chapters to write (they're planned out/outlined but I haven't gotten around to writing a single word yet, lol) and an extra 3 chapters that need to be edited, so I should be able to do that.

Once that's done (probably around April or May, if everything goes according to plan), I hope to start writing another Hirosei chaptered fic I have planned ahead, and possibly the sequel to To Set You Free. I'm not sure which one will come first – it'll depend on what inspires me the most when I get there. Regardless, it should be a fun ride!

I'm also planning on getting out 3 Hirosei oneshots this year. One of these was written in a few hours (when I was trying to not study but also be productive so as to not feel too guilty, lol) and needs to be heavily edited so it'll be out in the upcoming months, hopefully. The other two are just ideas that have been floating in my head for a while, so I don't have a timeline for when they'll be out. But they're coming!

I also hope to catch up to the jjk manga so I can have alllllll the details and get to writing some Inuokko and/or some Nanago (or is it Gonana?). I definitely love the dynamic of both of these duos, so I guess I'll be branching out from Barakamon/Hirosei a little, at some point. These will only be oneshots though, as I don't like having too many chaptered fics going on at the same time (and I already have 3 of these to work on).

I have no plans when it comes to updating where does the good go. I don't want to drop it, though. I know I'll get back to it eventually. I just don't know when. Sorry to all my yasukanon and danganronpa mutuals (this is why I no longer even post a chapter unless I have most of the fic written ahead. I've definitely learned my lesson lmao).

On more personal terms, 2022 will be a bit of a burner year for me. 2021 was the year I graduated and got selected for the masters program of my choice, which was rough. Luckily for me, first year of grad school doesn't require much other than passing exams and writing + defending a thesis. I know it sounds like a lot, but compared to last year, the pressure will be much lighter. 2023 will also be a lot tougher on me because I'll be trying to get funding for my PhD, so I will definitely take it easy academically speaking while I can. Whatever free time I have will be spent writing or indulging in anime/manga and video games. That'll definitely be nice :)

Anyway, if you'd read thus far, thank you. Sorry for clogging your dashboards with a bunch of text. I hope yall have an amazing 2022!

[tamiddyinyourcity]

Notes to self:

Plenty of men want to eat pussy. Plenty know how.

Literally more than one pale nigga with blue eyes exist. Also, please get a type that isn't based off of shitty fanfic you read growing up.

A boyfriend is literally supposed to be someone honest, engaging, and protective of you. If he's not protective of you, not honest, and not engaging, then, he was just a placeholder until something else better came by.

Just like how now Zack #2 is a blurb in your memory that you laugh at, this will pass eventually! And it'll have never happened, ever.

He had a receding hairline and pointy chin with a waxdrip nose, honey, don't think you missed out on much. Since even a short term guy you bang might give you a kid cursed with bald patches or a fivehead in life. (Don't make your kid beat your ass for being into ugly dudes.)

Nigga had NO AMBITION, when you think about it. NO SPINE. I know you're not in college either, sis, but jeez.

Think about it; if you were a friend and saw a close girl friend of yours go "So he just keeps brushing me off and I brought up feeling tense at him hanging out with some girl who he said doesn't like me hella late at night, and I just asked if he could at least not be one on one at extreme late hours and he said no, and yet he wont introduce me to his close friends, and the girl isnt responding when he suggested i reach out to her.... should I be worried?", you'd go, "That nigga looks sus as fuck and the whole situation is weird, its as easy as just meeting the homies so you won't have a panic attack or IBS and chest pains over your own worst assumptions, or just simply setting boundaries??? Reasonable ones??? What needs to be done with a girl alone at 1am, that cant be said at a reasonable hour, i ask????? Him brushing you off and choosing his comfort over your health, says a lot."

It also said a lot when he let a grown man spit in my face, and avoided getting involved simply since he did not feel like i was worth protecting whatsoever.

Hate that I eventually went back to him, since oh look, months later and nigga still brushes off me emotionally, runs from conversation, and doesn't care how his actions affect me. (Like yesterday, for example.) Hence, why some niggas often deserve to get slapped the fuck out of on several occasions. They never learn, man.

I think I just feel less bad over time. Since when given options for honesty, healthy communication, or a positive result.... they refuse, and know that it's at my expense. I could die for all they care. So why feel bad at all for them?

Feels good.

Peace yalls.