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[princess-of-the-corner]

"If I may be honest for a moment?"

Queen Bee looked over at Cinnabar, who remained looking out over the city as it basked in the evening's dwilding glow, his figure unusually still as his half-cape flapped in the gentle breeze.

"What's up?" She questioned. As she saw him take a deep breath before sighing, a hint of panic started to make itself known in her heart. She remembered that sigh from back when her father had to tell her that he couldn't make it to her recitals in the past.

"Truthfully, I didn't think you'd make it this far." He said, as he kept his gaze on the horizon. "Before I first met you, I had heard the rumors of what people thought of you, a child that was never disciplined by her parents and only knew how to be cruel for the sake of cruelty. When I finally did meet you though, what I saw was so different from that picture those stories had painted."

"I saw a child who was lost, who was lashing out in anger and confusion. The person you had always looked up to had told you just little she thought of you and it hurt you, it hurt you so much. In that moment, you didn't care what happened next, you were desperate enough to do whatever it took to get the love from her you always wanted, that you needed, but were never given."

"So, I stepped in to keep you from hurting yourself and others in the moment of desperation. Yet when push came to shove and danger reared its ugly head, you stepped up to the challenge and pulled through. You showed potential, but you were blind to it, just as Ladybug was. All she saw was what those stories made you out to be."

Cinnabar turns his head a bit to look at Queen Bee, and counties.

"When I gave you the choice to be my apprentice, part of me was afraid you would decline it, and go back to trying to please that witch of a mother, but you accepted and began training under my tutelage. Part of me still thought you'd go back to who you once were, and yet here we are, a year later with you still walking the path that you choose, rather than one that others would have had you go down."

"Not only have you become a good hero, exceptional even, but you've helped remind me why I once did this myself, and work towards being a better father for my son as well. So I only have this left to say."

Cinnabar turns to face her fully, a small smile on his face, and places his left hand over his heart before speaking.

"Thank you, Queen Bee, for everything. I look forward to seeing how far you'll go."

"Oh, and before I forget," he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small gift box, "I never was good at gift giving, but I do believe in showing appreciation, so here." He hands the box to Queen Bee, who takes it in stunned silence.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I should be headed home now, don't want to be late to dinner after all." With that, Cinnabar starts to make his way across the rooftops as Queen Bee stands there, looking at the box she was given.

She didn't understand why she started to cry, she wasn't sad or angry, but her heart still hurt with this unfamiliar feeling.

But as she held the box close to her, a small part of her wished that it never went away.

BABYGIRL DESERVES SO MUCH

[444names]

Names generated from American and French forenames, including the letter "L"

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[thecameronchronicles]

The Debt~ Part Six

TW: Edging, smut, language, domestic violence, and sexual themes throughout. I do not own any of the characters, but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform-but feel free to reblog! Please and thank you.

Summary: Your wedding day has finally come…but things don’t exactly go as planned when someone has come to collect a debt from Rafe…

Words: 2600

The Debt: Part Six

Twenty minutes. This was how long Rafe had told you to wait for him within the confines of the honeymoon suite as you had come to accept your fate when realizing denial was simply buying you time to what was inevitable. So for the first handful of minutes, you assessed the scene around you in its poor attempt to bring romance to what would be strictly erotic. You were well aware that he was not the type to offer flowers for any occasion, especially for an apology-hell, he wasn’t the type to apologize, period. And it had been the traits like these that made it easy to loathe him.

Yet your eyes continued to analyze your surroundings as you began to envision your time together in the potential choreography of fantasy brought to life as you made your way into the bathroom to alter your appearance from angelic to sinful as you slipped from your simplistic wedding dress and into the lingerie purchased along with your maid of honor a few days prior. The idea of his reaction to seeing you in the black lace bra and panty set separated by a garter belt and accompanying stockings allowed your nerves to shift into confidence as you eyed yourself one final time before setting yourself in position on the edge of the bed.

Legs crossed, hair remaining in thick curls as styled earlier in the day for the ceremony, and the new wedding band cementing your commitment to your unaccustomed husband, you were forced to exercise the utmost existence of your dwilding patience. Shifting your weight between your palms as your muscles began to ache in holding a more sensual position, you couldn’t help but admire your wedding ring at your side as it was the subject to many conversations to the family you would now call our own through this marriage. 

Finally, well beyond the time he spoke of, the door to the suite would click open with the access of a keycard while you prepared to make good on every threat exchanged in the moments that had been spoken strictly for carnality. But your eyes would not rise to meet the arrogant vulgarity of your spouse crossing the threshold; in fact…your gaze was met with someone entirely different. 

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

A week of sleepless nights would bring you into the chair of the hired stylists as you were outlined and crafted to perfection as a bride. Without a hair out of place and the fabric of your dress pressed to pristine elegance, you were allowed only a handful of minutes to compose yourself before you were due at the altar. Ignoring your mother’s words of how beautiful you looked as she teared up behind her fluttering hands, you remained deadpanned to her reaction as this was not done out of love; maybe your love for her, which you were beginning to question having been one sided fo actually allowing you to go through with this. Surely there were worse partners than Rafe…even if that list would be a short one…

“We are gathered here today-” The pastor began to demand the collection of three hundred guests set in ivory chairs adorned with champagne colored bows that accented your color scheme to a ‘t’. But as your invitees allowed their hearts to be overtaken with love in the way you two looked at one another, they were blissfully unaware of how your gazes only existed in lust. Where normal couples would mouth “I love you’s’ and tear up to the excitement to start the rest of their lives following a ninety minute ceremony and an exchange of vows and rings, all you and Rafe could think about was tearing into each other once and for all. This was evident to you in the way his eyes continued to fall down the lines of your body and the smirk that developed in making note of you catching his shamelessness. 

The vows spoken between the two of you were the generic prewritten fluff you would come to expect from any ceremony borne from lies. Yet for those in attendance, they remained none the wiser as you played the roles expected of you to perfection. But the most convincing detail would come following the presence of the rings as you two were instructed to kiss as the final step before being announced as newlyweds. 

Rafe would take a single step forward, hands on your hips, before nuzzling his nose softly against the side of your own, with the full extent of his lips finally coming to meet yours. For what you expected to exist solely as a means to arousal was surprisingly sweet as your heart felt the effect you expected to remain primarily between your thighs. And it was a moment that was mutual for him as well as you would part, looking to one another with a hidden confusion-a silent question, to something else beneath the surface now brought to light with your first kiss. 

“Ladies and gentlemen…May I introduce you, for the first time…Mister and Missus, Cameron.” The entirety of your guests rose in applause, Topper and Kelce rounding their fingers behind their lips to give a set of obnoxious whistles, as you came to note a few familiar faces dabbing their cheeks from the inability to control their emotions. But it would be the feeling of Rafe’s fingers slipping between yours as you were led down the aisle that brought the reality of your time together to fruition. 

“Not long now…” He spoke over your shoulder as the photographers made their way into position, a soft kiss presented onto your skin, as you released a breath of anticipation to the feeling of his hand rounding your waist in pride. The way he stood behind you, allowed you to conceal the powerful erection held in restriction within his suit pants as your throat twinged with remembrance to your last interaction, that taste of his release still on your tongue. 

“Better get used to feeling me…you’re going to be so fucking sore tomorrow…” Your eyes fluttered closed at his words at the moment he was called away by Ward for yet another extent of gratitude that came from your guests in the form of congratulations. But this would serve as the first time in which you were now on your own, making you notice how his eyes remained on you from across the room. While toasting with his father’s employees, his eyes found you over the rim of his glass, when describing how happy he was to close relatives, his gaze followed his smirk in your direction, before he would finally lick his lips to the sight of you on the dancefloor with your wedding party, putting on quite a show exclusively for him. 

“COUNTRY CLUB!” A boisterous introduction drove your eyes into the direction of a specific guest that made Rafe tighten with anxiety. Unfamiliar to who stood before him now, Rafe’s hands on his biceps to try and direct this unwanted wedding crasher from the crux of the reception, you were only able to make out a dark mane collected in a low ponytail and attire that was clearly from the ‘wrong side of the tracks’. But before you were able to hear another remark made from either of them in the conversation, you were pulled elsewhere for pictures. 

But somewhere prior to the garter toss and tossing the bouquet, you had lost sight of him. That feverish gaze you found to empower your femininity and strengthen your desire for him was now fleeing rapidly in his absence. Desiring for it to return, you began to survey the scene in detail, asking those in attendance if they had seen him, before being given a hint by none other than Rose, who explained that Ward and him left a handful of minutes prior, pointing in the direction she spoke of. Thanking her, you took hold of your A-line skirt within your hand to keep from tripping, before making your way down the corridor lined with gold wallpaper that accented the gray paint laid in detail. 

“What more do you expect me to do for you, Rafe?” Ward’s voice boomed as your steps halted directly outside of the abandoned meeting room in which they believed they were alone. 

“You just can’t help yourself can you? You just live to be an embarrassment to me…But I guess the lesson falls on me to stop giving you what you want…I mean I give you that little whore-”

“Don’t call her that.” Rafe’s usual silence was interrupted in order to defend you as you couldn’t fathom what had left you more in shock; him having defended you or the smack from Ward’s hand tightening you until you stilled completely. 

“That is what you wanted her for. To fuck her…right? Or…did you actually fall in love with her?” Ward moved closer to his son, who fought the tears in his eyes from falling onto his cheeks. “Do you REALLY think she’ll reciprocate those feelings? You’re a college drop out with a cocaine addiction who has only ever gotten anywhere because of MY last name…Poor girl…stuck with someone so…” He was mute for only a moment in search of the correct adjective. 

“Worthless.” Ward’s steps began to move into your direction as you would round the corner in the nick of time before he would find you eavesdropping. You remained in hiding for a moment, before watching him return to the reception as if he hadn’t just broken his son’s already fragile esteem, pulling something within you to now join the room where Rafe stood alone. 

“Rafe?” The sound of his name led his eyes to you as his jaw came into an immediate clench. You brought yourself closer to him, sourcing his reaction to your closing proximity, until feeling him suddenly take hold of you, turning you to the direction of the empty table before you both, bending you into an angle, and preparing to pull your skirt to a bunch of tulle at your back.

“Someone could see-” You reminded him as he ignored you and pulled your panties just beyond your thighs before trying for his belt. 

“Please…not here…” You pleaded, wanting to be able to enjoy the moment that had been in preparation for months, not allowing it to be done in the form of a handful of seconds and out of spite. There existed some form of compassion and even agreeability as he would release you and let you stand. 

“Honeymoon suite. Twenty minutes.” He ordered before leaving you in excitement for what was to come. Immediately, you made your way into the direction of the elevator and to where he would meet you, where you made it in record time. 

Only when the door came open, he was not standing before you with lust blown eyes and words of eloquent vulgarity that you had come to dampen you synonymous to his touch and even your own fantasies when in his absence. Instead, you found him unable to even hold himself upright as he fell into the dresser set directly beside the door. Moving to your feet, you rushed to him to assist him as he mumbled in his attempt to speak. 

“Fuck…” He commented once noticing your attire. 

“What happened…why are you-”

“We’re doing this…” He explained, swaying back and forth, even in your guide to keep him steady, before pulling you both down onto the bed as his strength, which even while intoxicated, was beyond what you could rival with success. 

“Rafe-”

“I love when you say my name…Now I’m going to make you scream it…” His eyes were heavy in his words and his fingers were eating harshly into your skin, moving beyond the lingerie and to what was exposed for him, as you set your hand to his chest. 

“Why did you drink?”

“Because my dad…” His confession surprised you as he was usually rather stoic with his emotions, not allowing you to know any details about him without some form of sarcasm or evading that left you to fill in the blanks for yourself in majority. But now, he began to speak to you as if you were twin flames or even the best of friends. 

“Because of Barry showing up, even though I already paid him last week-” His eyes found you within his drunkenness. 

“Because you make me too fucking nervous…” You looked at him with a new set of alertness, as you realized they were the sweetest words he had ever spoken to you. 

“I thought it would be enough to fuck you…but you do things to me…you get under my skin-” His words slurred, but wre spoken in such a way that you could decipher what he was trying to make audible for you. 

“You piss me off.” He added as you couldn’t help but grin. “You walk around, knowing what you do to me-sucking me off like that…You’re all I can think about-and it’s more than sex…I think about just talking to you.” He narrowed at his own words. 

“I mean…I’ve never wanted to TALK to a girl before…And I mean I still want to fuck you, but…I want more too…” He began to relax in the feeling of you in his arms as well as the comfort of the bed at his back as his words began to trail off into the start of his slumber. 

“I just want to be near you…” With the mention of your name, he slipped into unconsciousness as you were left suddenly conflicted between lust, loathing, and longing. He managed to make you feel all of those in a span of five seconds as he spoke of his father, his desire for you, and managed to somehow look so much at peace with his vulnerable state of being completely smashed. Yet a part of you was relieved that this was how you would spend your wedding night as you believed maybe there would be some chance at romance yet, even if it was not a priority on what would be your honeymoon. 

Rounding the bed to find something more comfortable to sleep in, you happened upon his luggage, withdrawing a dress shirt, and allowing it to cascade down your curves, before slipping into the bed at his side. Although you had only ever spent a single night in bed with previous lovers, none of whom affected you as he had, there was something nerve wracking of being at his side. But this uncertainty and tension would fall into non-existence as he pulled you against his large frame, wrapping you into the safety of his compassion, where you would find yourself falling asleep in his grasp. 

The next morning, you awoke with a sense of excitement for what this day would bring following the more saccharine events of the night before. You believed you may actually enjoy your time with your new husband, with the sound of the shower coming to an end, bringing you to rush your fingers through your hair to appear desirable in what would otherwise be a flaw to the women who must have pulled out all the stops to him in the past. 

A screen of smoke would exit the bathroom first, followed by the strong silhouette wrapped in a loose towel, leading your eyes to the impressive lines of his prominent ‘V” as your lip became trapped between your teeth.

“Good morning-” You weren’t able to speak the entirety of your greeting before he stood before you, hand on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. 

“You’re fucking mine.” The kindness from the night before was entirely absent and that familiar aggressive dominance returned via his harsh grip and dark eyes that left you excited for what was to come…

Part Seven Coming Soon!

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[ravenkatthingz]

Spellbucks

So, this was inspired from a post on @sanders-sides-prompt-blog, which was inspired by another post and hence now we allow gay chaos to ensue. You know you love it or you wouldn't be here.

Trigger Warnings: NIL

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Taglist: @picole-de-coca-cola, @nanananananalu, @no-i-dont-have-a-gender

(thanks y'all for the cute idea, I love it which is why I will probably do a few chapters for this.)

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Spellbucks Cafe - Ch 0

A pleasant sunny day, the birds were merrily chirping outside the window of a small cafe tucked into a cozy corner of the street. Patton smiled to himself as he lazily sat at one of the tables near the window, watching the birds outside hop around in a nearby tree. He was only interrupted from his quiet moment as the bell at the door of the cafe tinkled, signalling the arrival of a customer.

Looking up, Patton beamed as he saw a familiar figure clad in black and purple with the all to iconic heavy eyeshadow. He wasted no time to energetically get up and rush to greet the young college emo.

"Virgil! My dark son has arrived!!" Patton exclaims, Virgil smiling as he found himself being hugged by the overly-enthusiastic owner of the cafe.

"Patton, I've said it a thousand times but I'm not your son, you're only five years older than I am and-"

"Hush! And here's your muffin, on the house!" Patton said happily, stuffing a muffin he had pulled out of thin air into Virgil's mouth, successfully cutting the younger boy off.

Virgil didn't know how Patton manage to hide or maybe he conjured the muffins out from somewhere but he accepted the muffin given to him nevertheless. Unofficial rule number one in the cafe, never say no to Patton. And even if you wanted to, it's impossible. Patton was the friendliest, most caring, most angelic and bubbly exsistance in this entire universe. No one could say no to his big puppy dog eyes or his angelic smile.

Virgil sat down in his usual corner, munching on his muffin as he watched Patton worked. Bright colors and smoke of the same hues rose into the air, merry bubbling came from behind the counter. Most didn't know of this but regulars and patrons knew that Patton was a wizard with exceptional potion-making skills. Which had been the inspiration for the name of this little cafe.

Spellbucks.

Were you feeling down? Have a cup of Berry Smiles! Patton guarantees the effects! Need a boost of confidence, try the Chocolate Crunch! You'll find yourself feeling like you could do anything!

Virgil smiled as Patton served him his drink, thanking the owner before taking a sip, sighing with relief. The Chill Pill was a drink that Virgil had the honour to name. A potion which reduced his unusually high anxiety levels. An anxiety-reducing potion, basically. Virgil smiles up at Patton, "Ice cold as always, thanks Pat."

"Anything for my sweet emo child." Patton replies.

"Like I said... I'm not-" before he could continue Virgil was cut of by the tinkle of the bell and an increased inflow of customers.

"Hold that thought, I'll be right back, okay?" Patton says as he skips off to welcome the new customers and take their orders.

Virgil sighs but a fond smile spreads across his lips subtly as he watches Patton move back behind the counter. He liked this place, and he felt comfortable with the bubbly and friendly owner. If someone were to ask where he was most comfortable, he would say it was here, in Spellbucks.

A few hours passed and Virgil's head was buried in his college assignment when the door of the cafe opened. The tinkle of the bell welcomed the tall man who just entered the cafe. He looked around the cafe and his eyes soon landed on the lone emo who sat at the corner of the cafe. A heartbeat of a moment passed as he stared at the oblivious Virgil before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Welcome to Spellbucks cafe! Table for one?" Patton asked with a kind smile.

"A-ah, yes please." stuttered the man.

Patton smiled as he guided the man to his table asking, "Is this your first time here? What's your name?"

The man eyes occasionally wandered elsewhere but he answered Patton's question, "Yes, it is. I'm Roman. Roman Prince."

Patton smiled wide, "I see! Then, welcome to Spellbucks! I'm so glad you stopped by. Here's your menu and I'll be back soon to take your order."

Roman nodded and took a seat, watching Patton walk away before his eyes were locked on Virgil again. What was this, he didn't even know his name and yet Roman found the dark character to be somehow attractive! Roman couldn't help but get the impression that that dark emo had some sparkles about him.

It took him a while to snap out of his trance and quickly flip through the menu and find something to quinch his thirst and fill his stomach. As promised, Patton came back to take his order. After he had finished his meal, Patton came around again to talk. The number of customers had dwilded slightly, allowing the owner some freedom to chat. Their conversation was pleasant but they didn't chat for long. When Roman mentioned that he would be leaving soon Patton asked, "Would you like a magical drink to takeaway?"

Roman replied with "No thank you, I'm perfectly full and I doubt I'm lacking anything...." he paused and then continued, "Okay. Maybe, I lack a boyfriend."

Patton was pretty sure that that was one of the weirdest responses he'd ever gotten. Virgil left soon after Roman did, saying goodbye to Patton and paying before stepping out of the cafe. That left the cafe in a sort of comfortable calm as the evening came.

Evenings were always the highlight of Patton's day. Why, you may ask? Well, a certain handsome bespectacled intellect usually came at this time to have a cup of hot coffee and do his work in peace. Patton always felt a little fluttery feeling in his chest when he came. Logan, that was his name. Everytime he came he'd order the same thing, coffee and then typed away at his laptop for a while, occasionally taking notes, before once again typing away. As simple as that. Logan had never once ordered a magical drink, not even once! Thus, Patton made it his mission to try to get Logan to try at least one. He tried numerous times to convince Logan to try a drink, but as always he refused.

Try as he might, this night was no different from the others and Logan stood firm in his decision.

Next time, Patton always told himself, next time I'll be sure to get Logan to try a magical drink!

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This isn't the juice quite yet but I hope to build this up gradually. I appreciate constructive criticism too.

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[bowtochris]

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[thejonymyster]

ever wanted to do something dwild?

click here to delete every file on my computer

[dwildmusicradio]

7/17/21 5-10PM Support DWildMusicRadio as we help kick off the Lincoln Park Music Festival. Get your VIP wristband and SELECT Dwild when you purchase your band direct link in link tree in our bio ✨🌳All Direct Links To Our Events and Platforms In One Place Link Tree In Bio & Below. Please bookmark it! 🔗https://linktr.ee/dwildmusicradio2020 or at https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lincoln-park-music-festival-house-music-bar-crawl-2021-tickets-157506258459 LINCOLN PARK COAST CULTURAL DISTRICT invites you to the 2nd LPMF House Music Bar Crawl leading up to the Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3: ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021 BAR CRAWL DATE: Saturday 07/17/21 BAR CRAWL TIME: 5PM-10PM | . GRAND FINALE AFTER PARTY: 10PM until FEATURING LIVE HOUSE MUSIC DJs! EARLY BIRD TICKETS: $20 until July 2nd REGULAR TICKETS: $25 HOW TO BAR CRAWL: 1. Look for your preferred team (DWild) & host (this will be the team you crawl with) 2. Purchase your ticket according to team and they get credit. 3. Show up on time and check in at the first stop to claim your VIP Wristband. 4. Bar Crawl route with venue info announced day before the crawl. 5. Waited too late and your preferred team is sold out? Limited walk up available until all wristbands are gone. 6. Must have a wristband to participate. 7. Be cashless (preferred) but you can bring cash for faster check out. Your LPMF VIP Wristband entitles you to surprise COCKTAIL SAMPLES and LIGHT BITES! You can keep it going with SPECIALLY PRICED BAR MENU you can groove to. AND…Every LPMF House Music Bar Crawl wristband holder is AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED INTO A RAFFLE TO WIN ZONE 1 PASSES FOR HOUSE MUSIC DAY at Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3 ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021, held outdoors in TBA location in downtown, Newark NJ. BRING CASH. IT’S EASIER TO CHECK OUT AT EACH LOCATION. COMFY WALKING/DANCING SHOES RECOMMENDED! If you heard about 2019’s #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl, then you already know! #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl #LPMF2021 #LPMFActivateTheCoast #LincolnParkMusicFestivalNewark #FestivalSeason #newark #nj #musicnews #eventbrite https://www.instagram.com/p/CRaaysNBSyi/?utm_medium=tumblr

[nylatina]

7/17/21 5-10PM Support DWildMusicRadio as we help kick off the Lincoln Park Music Festival. Get your VIP wristband and SELECT Dwild when you purchase your band direct link in link tree in our bio ✨🌳All Direct Links To Our Events and Platforms In One Place Link Tree In Bio & Below. Please bookmark it! 🔗https://linktr.ee/dwildmusicradio2020 or at https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lincoln-park-music-festival-house-music-bar-crawl-2021-tickets-157506258459 LINCOLN PARK COAST CULTURAL DISTRICT invites you to the 2nd LPMF House Music Bar Crawl leading up to the Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3: ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021 BAR CRAWL DATE: Saturday 07/17/21 BAR CRAWL TIME: 5PM-10PM | . GRAND FINALE AFTER PARTY: 10PM until FEATURING LIVE HOUSE MUSIC DJs! EARLY BIRD TICKETS: $20 until July 2nd REGULAR TICKETS: $25 HOW TO BAR CRAWL: 1. Look for your preferred team (DWild) & host (this will be the team you crawl with) 2. Purchase your ticket according to team and they get credit. 3. Show up on time and check in at the first stop to claim your VIP Wristband. 4. Bar Crawl route with venue info announced day before the crawl. 5. Waited too late and your preferred team is sold out? Limited walk up available until all wristbands are gone. 6. Must have a wristband to participate. 7. Be cashless (preferred) but you can bring cash for faster check out. Your LPMF VIP Wristband entitles you to surprise COCKTAIL SAMPLES and LIGHT BITES! You can keep it going with SPECIALLY PRICED BAR MENU you can groove to. AND…Every LPMF House Music Bar Crawl wristband holder is AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED INTO A RAFFLE TO WIN ZONE 1 PASSES FOR HOUSE MUSIC DAY at Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3 ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021, held outdoors in TBA location in downtown, Newark NJ. BRING CASH. IT’S EASIER TO CHECK OUT AT EACH LOCATION. COMFY WALKING/DANCING SHOES RECOMMENDED! If you heard about 2019’s #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl, then you already know! #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl #LPMF2021 #LPMFActivateTheCoast #LincolnParkMusicFestivalNewark #FestivalSeason #newark #nj #musicnews #eventbrite https://www.instagram.com/p/CRRlsYKhFU0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[djdavidc]

DAVID C. IS ON THE AIR AND LIVE FROM 9P-1A “FOR THE LOVE OF HOUSE” ON DWILD MUSIC RADIO. TO TUNE IN CLICK ON THE LINK IN MY BIO #davidc #dwildmusicradio #housemusiclovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CLx4OnRBqDh/?igshid=fo0ai0ss03if

[mitchiet]

whats the one thing you always hear?

its in morals, and movies and shows and books and its a quote and a message and the truth.

never give up.

but its never quite so easy, is it.

never easy because trying to keep going is hard.

and you try so hard to listen and to love yourself and follow that but the words are only skin deep.

but i will keep on calling you pretty and telling you that you deserve the world and that you are worthy and deserve love and happieness.

and you look at yourself and you see a battlefield, but i see a garden.

not even a garden in a little 4x4, but untamed an dwild and all the more beautiful for it.

so i will keep on teeling you that you are worthy and that your body and brain is doing its best and recovery is not linear, because its true.

every. last. word.

and i dont say it to be kind or to make you blush(though that is an added benefit)

i say it because its true.

i say it because im simply observing, and telling the truth.

i say it because i hope that if i say it enough, if i tell you about all the things i love about you they will sink in a little farther every time.

and you dont have to be a perfect student, or have the perfect grades or be a model because i swear to god so many of them spend their nights sad.

recovery isnt linear

recovery isnt linear

recovery isnt linear

recovery isnt linear

recovery isnt linear

also, i can promise u that u sitting on my lap was uncomfortable, just not for the reasons your mind thinks ;)

hi nice to meet you,

I’m sick and I’m tired of the stress that I’m under

fighting and trying and crying by 10

in the morning at night or both I don’t care

I share and I share and what do it get

but kicked and then bit and it all goes to shit

I can’t even focus on my grades or my averages

there’s nothing I’d love more than leverage

on all of this bullshit that goes on around me

I try to conceal and keep it inside and be

perfect and able and carefree and stable

but I’m not

but I try then I cry because I’m not they’re perfect child

not the teachers pet, the star student, or the model

god I’m not a model.

i fight for control

and I fight against rules

made to protect me but all they do is

restrict me from what I feel matters and my thoughts

they’re ripped up in tatters

I tore up my skin everybody could see,

I asked for iced water and apples and drank only green tea

I cringed at the calories

I hid at big parties thinking

why am I here?

what��s with the pastense I still do my bullshit

routines every week or two or three

I take my medication in the suggested moderations

and I fight for control, thought that I was gonna be on a roll

learning to be loving and living for something

fighting the battles that go on in my head

but still wanting to shed pounds until I drop dead-

sometimes I look skinny

but mostly I’m not

and I try to love it swear that I do

but it’s hard when sometimes looking at me just makes me think

of you and how I could be embarrassing or uncomfortable

to be sitting on your lap

god I tHOUGHT I WAS BETTER

THOUGHT THIS YEAR’D BE GREAT

BUT FUCK HERE WE ARE AND IM GETTING IN TOO DEEP

IN SECOND GUESSING AND STRESSING

SIT UPS AND PUSH UPS UNTIL THREE AM—

its going to be better

it has to get better

because I can’t love you

if I can’t love myself.

not matter what you tell me it doesn’t sink in

I’ve been better

but I’ve been so much worse

but god sometimes I feel like I’ve been cursed.

this is where my thoughts disperse…

[zhcreate]

https://soundcloud.com/zhcreate/dwild-body-ft-zh

[dwildmusicradio]

7/17/21 5-10PM Support DWildMusicRadio as we help kick off the Lincoln Park Music Festival. Get your VIP wristband and SELECT Dwild when you purchase your band direct link in link tree in our bio ✨🌳All Direct Links To Our Events and Platforms In One Place Link Tree In Bio & Below. Please bookmark it! 🔗https://linktr.ee/dwildmusicradio2020 or at https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lincoln-park-music-festival-house-music-bar-crawl-2021-tickets-157506258459 LINCOLN PARK COAST CULTURAL DISTRICT invites you to the 2nd LPMF House Music Bar Crawl leading up to the Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3: ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021 BAR CRAWL DATE: Saturday 07/17/21 BAR CRAWL TIME: 5PM-10PM | . GRAND FINALE AFTER PARTY: 10PM until FEATURING LIVE HOUSE MUSIC DJs! EARLY BIRD TICKETS: $20 until July 2nd REGULAR TICKETS: $25 HOW TO BAR CRAWL: 1. Look for your preferred team (DWild) & host (this will be the team you crawl with) 2. Purchase your ticket according to team and they get credit. 3. Show up on time and check in at the first stop to claim your VIP Wristband. 4. Bar Crawl route with venue info announced day before the crawl. 5. Waited too late and your preferred team is sold out? Limited walk up available until all wristbands are gone. 6. Must have a wristband to participate. 7. Be cashless (preferred) but you can bring cash for faster check out. Your LPMF VIP Wristband entitles you to surprise COCKTAIL SAMPLES and LIGHT BITES! You can keep it going with SPECIALLY PRICED BAR MENU you can groove to. AND…Every LPMF House Music Bar Crawl wristband holder is AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED INTO A RAFFLE TO WIN ZONE 1 PASSES FOR HOUSE MUSIC DAY at Lincoln Park Music Festival 14.3 ACTIVATE THE COAST 2021, held outdoors in TBA location in downtown, Newark NJ. BRING CASH. IT’S EASIER TO CHECK OUT AT EACH LOCATION. COMFY WALKING/DANCING SHOES RECOMMENDED! If you heard about 2019’s #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl, then you already know! #LPMFHouseMusicBarCrawl #LPMF2021 #LPMFActivateTheCoast #LincolnParkMusicFestivalNewark #FestivalSeason #newark #nj #musicnews #eventbrite https://www.instagram.com/p/CRRltEPD9mX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[djmrdre]

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[evavlonk]

DWILD - Pieter De Wilde #evavlonk #analog #portrait #ishootfilm #filmisnotdead #hasselblad #hasselblad500c #DWILD (bij Gent, Belgium)

[djgregg1]

Congratulations @ducemartinez for your award. Representing for the Puerto Rican community in newark! Many blessings. #respect #music #deep #tech #electronic #dwild #duceiswild #radio