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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 2 years ago

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one for the history books

luke hughes x f!hockey player - social media au

this is so silly but i kind of like it

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tagged: ella_huber26, edwards.73, markestepa, dylanduke25

ynofficial: i was ok...until i got kidnapped from my own party 😞

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ella_huber26: THAT'S WHERE YOU WENT???

ynofficial: YES SEND HELP

dylanduke25: no don't she needs initiating first

matthewknies: what?? is this some lame michigan thing?

ynofficial: oh kniesy you don't know what you just did

matthewknies: did i just accidentally kill you?😬 worse things could happen

user9: how did this happen exactly

edwards.73: my gorgeous face across a crowded room

markestepa: don't be gross

ynofficial: ethan literally lured me into a corridor saying there was an emergency and mark and dylan threatened me I NEED TO BE BACK BY THE MORNING BECAUSE I HAVE A GAME YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PANIC

abbeyy18murphyy: idk you kind of look like you're having fun 🧐

ynofficial: she is, we're treating her nicely👍

abbeyy18murphyy: i take it back IMMEDIATELY who is this?

ynofficial: god

mackie.samo: it's truscott

nolan_moyle: i just want to let the gophers (#respect✊) know that i do not condone this behaviour from the wolves, but i also can't tell you where she is at this moment in time

adamfantilli: is that because you don't know where she actually is or because you've been blackmailed and/or threatened by either mark, ethan, dylan or hughesy?

nolan_moyle: yes

adamfantilli: which one????

nolan_moyle: all of them

user10: bro why are umich kidnapping a gopher

user11: think it has something to do with rivalry? not sure

user12: do we need to report it or????

ynofficial: no

ynofficial: yes

ynofficial: jacob get out of my account

ynofficial: no

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ynofficial: wisco is my g and my girls are incredible

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ynofficial: i just need to let everyone here know that yesterday i was kidnapped by approximately 3/4 of the umich wolverines to play an unofficial game of hockey AND I FUCKING WON just thought i'd let you guys know💪💪

rutgermcgroarty: ahem

adamfantilli: ahem x2

lhughes_06: ahem x3

ynofficial: *we

adamfantilli: i thought you were supposed to be a team player

ynofficial: not of umich ew

adamfantilli: you don't have to hide the fact that i'm your favourite wolverine, you know

ynofficial: you're not even my favourite #19

matthew_tkachuk: 😁

ynofficial: idk wtf you're doing, i'm talking about troy terry

matthew_tkachuk: no you're not

ynofficial: no i'm not

ynofficial: sewer rat

matthew_tkachuk: stop talking to brady he's a bad influence

marner_93: you created that, not brady

matthewknies: THAT'S HOW THE GOPHERS DO IT

ella_huber26: YUP

matthewknies: i was talking about beating the wolverines

ella_huber26: why are you like this

umichhockey: admin apologises for the kidnapping

markestepa: me too

ynofficial: that's only because you, duker, ethan and mackie lost

edwards.73: yeah 😞

ynofficial: do you think njd will sign me now

jackhughes: i mean...you clearly work well with luke

ynofficial: get out

nicohischier: jackhughes i'm calling a mclovin

jackhughes: fuck ynofficial i'm sorry

trevorzegras: wait what was that? what's a mclovin and why did jack just instantly apologise? what was he apologising for?

_quinnhughes: wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

colecaufield: the girls are fighting!

mattboldy: holy shit you actually beat them???

ynofficial: THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING

user13: why are like 97% of the matts and matthews in the nhl in this comment section

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ynofficial: i know the ncaa and frozen four journey for us is over, but i can't help feeling so insanely proud of the team. i'm so excited to see where next season takes us!

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ella_huber26: 💛 🧡

matthewknies: proud of you girls!

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ynofficial: BOO // HELLOOO I'M SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR // SJHGAJH9[QIGD [error404]

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ynofficial: mitch still doesn't know i was at his game even after he looked me dead in the eye

marner_93: YOU WERE WEARING A FAKE MOUSTACHE AND A MICHIGAN HAT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK????

ynofficial: IDK BUT OBVIOUSLY I HELD OUT TOO MUCH HOPE

matthew_tkachuk: i would have recognised you

ynofficial: liar

matthewknies: ew wtf is the last one????????????

ynofficial: don't ew me i've seen what you and ella send each other

matthewknies: i apologise pls don't leak anything

edwards.73: a michigan hat? where tf did you get that?

adam.fantilli: it's mine

rutgermcgroarty: it's mine

edwards.73: what

dylanduke25: IM SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR

ynofficial: AHHHHHHHHH

markestepa: wtf is going on

trevorzegras: i think we'd get along you know

ynofficial: idk about that

_quinnhughes: thanks for keeping him humble

ynofficial: it's my favourite thing to do

_connorbedard: how do you avoid the social media contracts for posting about games? i'm asking for a friend

ynofficial: bedsy, you just gotta fuck around and find out

_connorbedard: 😲

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ynofficial: gutted.

it's been a hectic couple of days, and despite being out for the final, i had so much fun playing with this amazing bunch of women. i can only hope to get the opportunity to do it again. team usa were incredible, and were exciting opponents - congratulations on the championship.

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nursey16: you broke records, it really was an honour playing with you ❤️

ynofficial: right back at you, nursey! ❤️

jamie.drysdale: if this is how you play now, you're going to be unstoppable in a few years

colecaufield: ^

_quinnhughes: ^

_connorbedard: ^

marner_93: ^

matthew_tkachuk: ^

nicohischier: ^

lucafantilli: ^

ella_huber26: ^

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dylanduke25: oops. anyway, this guy made his nhl debut with the devs and scored his first nhl goal the other night. sorry it's late. i'm just so sorry

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mackie.samo: luke like🧍

markestepa: i need to bleach my eyes

dylanduke25: it wasn't even that bad

rutgermcgroarty: he's just mad he doesn't have game

jackhughes: I FIND THIS OUT THROUGH DYLAN????

_quinnhughes: i found out through brady tkachuk who found out through matthew, i think i should be more annoyed

trevorzegras: LUKE HAS INSANE GAME?????? I HAD NO IDEA lhughes_06 teach me your ways

lhughes_06: no

edwards.73: boy does mackie owe me money

ynofficial: i'm not even mad

dylanduke25: well that's a relief

ynofficial: i actually prefer it this way it's kind of iconic. thanks, duker

dylanduke25: you're welcome?

ynofficial: that being said, i know where you live and you should sleep with one eye open 😄

matthewknies: i always knew there was something up with you ynofficial

ynofficial: dude i could literally make your life as a leaf a living hell

matthewknies: are you threatening me rn?

marner_93: yes

user23: why does everyone think luke is the one with game? what about y/n l/n?

nolan_moyle: i can confirm that this is true

adamfantilli: fr we can't let her hard work and luke's obliviousness go unrecognised 💪

mackie.samo: she worked tooth and nail honestly

trevorzegras: that explains a lot actually

lhughes_06: thanks

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ynofficial: thank fuck i ditched matthewknies for nj when i did

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matthewknies: you stayed too long imo

ynofficial: you know you liked my company

matthewknies: you're stinky 🙄

jackhughes: hold on, you're in nj?

trevorzegras: she's sitting with me and jim tonight

jackhughes: nobody told me THE y/n l/n, my sister-in-law, is in nj

lhughes_06: we had to take you out of the gc

jackhughes: but you're living with me right now??????

lhughes_06: oops

ynofficial: i'm going to tell him

lhughes_06: don't you dare

jackhughes: tell me what

jackhughes: _quinnhughes help me

_quinnhughes: let me recover from my tonsils IN PEACE

marner_93: i hate you

matthew_tkachuk: you did us so dirty with those photos

ynofficial: had to bring you both down a couple of notches after that bitch fight

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jhuggerspriv: WAS NOBODY GONNA TELL ME SHE'S IN MY HOUSE

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_quinnhughes: oh dear

zeepriv: jack is hardcore fangirling

lhughes_06: wtf how did you get that close to us to take that photo without us realising

_quinnhughes: jack wtf dude

jhuggerspriv: i spoke and they ignored me

ynofficial: what did you say?

jhuggerspriv: i asked if you could sign me a puck and take a selfie with me

lhughes_06: dude oh my god

ynofficial: okay sure

lhughes_06: BE GENTLE SHE'S STILL CONCUSSED

jhuggerspriv: jeez lukey i'm not a caveman

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lhughes_06: happy one year to my best friend

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_quinnhughes: whAt

jackhughes: A WHOLE YEAR???

markestepa: i feel violently sick to my stomach

dylanduke25: aww you guys 🥲

rutgermcgroarty: cute

matthewknies: istg hughes if you hurt her

lhughes_06: what is it with matthews threatening me lately? i have no fear of you, i literally got threatened by tkachuk the other day

ynofficial: aw matthewknies you like me really

matthewknies: you're not half bad

adamfantilli: POWER COUPLE ⚡️⚡️

jackhughes: i'm calling an apartment meeting rn

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ynofficial: happy one year to my favourite person

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marner_93: of all people you chose a hughes?

ynofficial: what's your beef?

marner_93: none. just seems like you're planning to have genetically enhanced hockey babies

ynofficial: MITCH WTF

matthew_tkachuk: i thought i was your favourite person

ynofficial: you're one of them, luke's just at #1

ella_huber26: omg you're adorable

ynofficial: no YOU'RE adorable

matthewknies: aw thanks

ynofficial: i was talking about ella but don't let me rain on your parade

matthewknies: 🙄

edwards.73: SHE TOLD ME FIRST GUYS

dylanduke25: actually it was me, i walked into the toilets at the arena immediately after luke walked out and i legit thought she was gonna faint on the spot

lhughes_06: you need to do the math bc that was literally two months in

ynofficial: he told me he loved me and then walked out because i froze and he freaked out at me freaking out

_quinnhughes: ah, young love

ynofficial: also dylanduke25 edwards.73 i told matthewknies first, where did you get that idea from? 😭

matthewknies: we're actually besties 😏 shocker

edwards.73: WHAT!!!!!! YOU TOLD KNIESY????

ynofficial: i hadn't even met you wtf

dylanduke25: i think it's cute you told matthew first

jackhughes: i'm stalking your instagram and idk how i honestly didn't see you were dating luke

lhughes_06: that's because you're dumb as fuck

_quinnhughes: real

jackhughes: i prefer the term oblivious or maybe idk KEPT OUT OF THE KNOW

lhughes_06: what was i supposed to do?? you had a hockey skill crush on my gf how was i supposed to just drop that at dinner

jackhughes: like drop it

lhughes_06: you would have had a panic attack and collapsed out of a sudden increase in high blood pressure

mackie.samo: when did you get so smart?

lhughes_06: ynofficial is a secret genius

ynofficial: not true, he helps me with my flashcards

trevorzegras: see you at the lake house this summer

ynofficial: OMG I'M INVITED?????

trevorzegras: no lol i'm just fucking with you

jackhughes: she's coming

lhughes_06: definitely

_quinnhughes: trevorzegras is the last person that will ever get a say on who gets to come to the lake house and who doesn't

#luke hughes social media au #luke hughes x reader #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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occultbooks · 3 months ago

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dylan's hilson playlist masterpost

THIS IS A LONG POST!

I have a lot of thoughts and opinions and you don't have to agree but they make me feel so sick to my stomach that I had to make a post. Music is, in my mind, one of the greatest things in the world. I'm very passionate about it. So, here is a (chronological) list of songs that remind me of House and Wilson.

You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies (1967) - Simon & Garfunkel

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S&G deep cut I love. One of their only singles that didn't end up on an album. This one is pretty straightforward. Could be from either perspective, but I like to think it's Wilson's perspective. The song starts:

You don't know that you love me You don't know, but I know that you do

and the second verse includes the line:

You may think that we're friends, all right But I won't let friendship get in my way

The vibe of the song is also much more musically intense than Simon & Garfunkel tend to veer in their love-related songs, making it aesthetically fitting to Hilson as well.

2. Starry Eyes (1979) - The Records

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This one is slightly up to interpretation (not a very popular song so meanings aren't readily available) but it has a kind of melancholy unrequited "giving up" theme.

I don't wanna argue, there's nothing to say Get me out of your starry eyes and be on your way

I like to think of this one also as from Wilson's perspective, but he's pretending he's speaking on behalf of the hospital, offended at House acting in his own self-interest. Early season 8 "we're not friends anymore" vibes.

3. This Night (1983) - Billy Joel

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Being on the same album as Leave a Tender Moment Alone, this one is very fitting to me. This one, in my head, is like House's perspective, alternate universe where Wilson isn't so repressed. The lyrics are so deliciously tragic to me even though the resolution of the song implies happy endings. Verse 2 makes me feel sick to my stomach:

I've been around, someone like me should know better Falling in love would be the worst thing I could do Didn't I say I needed time to forget her? Aren't you running from someone who's not over you?

UEGGHHGRHGAHGHR sorry this one I can't even be civil about. it makes me emotional

4. You Make Me Feel Like a Whore (1995) - Everclear

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This one is self-explanatory but I'll preface a little bit before writing out some of the lyrics. This could be either House or Wilson perspective. Horniest middle-aged men in New Jersey. I feel like they're all over each other all the time. A bunch of freaks.

I take your word like it was gospel I'm so eager to please Yeah I like it when you talk to me It feels so good inside your shadow It's the place I need to be Yeah I know I need to climb you Like a tree

Yeah. You guys know. The rest of the song is just as horny and I just...yeah.

5. Selfless, Cold and Composed (1997) - Ben Folds Five

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House perspective for so many reasons. Many lyrics about someone telling you they're done with you and walking out, and you feeling like that's probably fair.

You don't owe me to be so polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight

but the one that fucks me up is

Come on baby now throw me A right to the chin Don't just stare like You never cared I know you did

Asking the other person to hit him to show that they care is such a House thing. Again: early season 8. This could realistically be any House relationship, really, but it's so Hilson breakup to me.

6. G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (2007) - Fall Out Boy

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Fun fact: the song title stands for "Gay Is Not a Synonym For Shitty." Just thought that was interesting. Anyway, this is also from House's perspective. I could probably go into detail about every individual lyric but I'll try not to. This song is about yearning for someone you either can't have or shouldn't pursue. Post-canon (post-Wilson death) makes the most sense for most of the song but it could also be just House being in his own head and believing Wilson is too far away to reach.

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house In your shoes, you know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you

I feel like House probably wears Wilson's clothes after he dies. It makes me unbelievably sad to think about. Anyway, the second verse followed by the pre-chorus kills me:

I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm Threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm And I've traced your shadows on the wall, now I kiss them Whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down Figured I'm not figuring myself out Things aren't the same anymore Some nights, they get so bad I almost pick up the phone

Thinking about House grieving...augh. They make me nauseous.

7. Away Frm U (2012) - Oberhofer

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This song is about resisting someone who is shutting you out to try and keep them afloat. It doesn't have a lot of lyrics. It's very Wilson though.

You're pushing me away from you And there's nothing I can do And I can't fight all of your battles for you

That's about it.

8. Everyone But You (2017) - The Front Bottoms

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The vibe of this song is fairly cliche, but "I hate everyone but you" as a concept is so delicious. It's also a little bit about feeling numb, which is very House to me.

It doesn't get worse, it doesn't get better You just get old, it lasts forever Can't get happy, can't get sad It's hard to do When I hate everyone but you

It's so sad to think about how House just spends his whole life trying to be as numb as possible because everything hurts all the time, and the only one who is (somewhat) consistent in his life is Wilson.

I fell in love 'Cause no one saw me the way you did And no one's seen me that way since But for a short time that's how I lived

Again, this could be any House relationship (ESPECIALLY Stacy), but also thinking about post-Wilson death House reminiscing is so...argh.

That's all I have for now. I mean, I have more songs on my playlist, but this is all I feel confident enough to pick apart. Link to the full playlist here, though it is Apple Music so sorry if u don't have that lol.

#house md #hilson #gregory house #james wilson #music #I love music

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borrowedtimeandspace · 10 months ago

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Meet the OCs - Brothers Apart AU

A summary of original characters that are featured in and originated from AU I've cowritten with @brothersapart's @nightmares06. The original Brothers Apart is a Supernatural g/t AU, and my contributions add in characters from the BBC's Sherlock.

Supernatural belongs to the CW, Sherlock to the BBC, adapted from Arthur Conan Doyle's stories, The Borrowers to Mary Norton, and these OCs to me!

Stan Baker - The Unexpected Good Boi

art by the wonderful @quackghost

Stan is playful, selfless, and protective. He cares deeply for others, especially his loved ones and those who cannot easily defend themselves. His combat experience and low-key paranoia give him excellent reflexes, and he's honestly a bit of a g/t nerd who doesn't have the context for that (def one of the most self-insert aspects of him). At the end of the day, he's just a big softie, in the 'looks like a cinnamon roll and is one but will kill you if necessary' way.

Though he wasn't the first OC of mine introduced in the Brothers Consulted story, "A Burglary at Baker Street", Stan stole my heart the second he hit the page. He was meant to be a plot device, never to be seen again, and he decided he deserves to be an actual character. Who was I to argue? I mean, lookit him! Complete and total charmer.

Unlike Zepheera, who is always my emotional support borrower, I can play around with Stan's Situations™️ a lot more freely. Oftentimes he's a human, like in Brothers Consulted. In AU like Brothers Chosen, he's a born and bred borrower. I've even got a size-shifter AU for him!

Mark and Anita Bend - Power Twins

art by quackghost

Mark and Anita are twins, and victims of terrible circumstance in Brothers Consulted. Mark is the heart of the pair, trusting and friendly and happy to make friends. His problem is he's not the most tactful, which is where his sister comes in; the self-established more thoughtful and responsible one. Anita is the brains, thinking everything through before acting.

The one thing they share perfectly is a strong devotion to and protectiveness for one another. They would do absolutely anything to keep the other out of danger. A fact that is easily exploited, unfortunately. They're all they've got in a world set against them.

Nathan Sullivan - Stan's Partner

Pride photo by the lovely @abookishweasel

Nate is the yang to Stan's yin. He keeps his excitable partner grounded, and rolls with all the incredible things that happen in their lives. Whether he's a teacher as a human or a curious drifter as a borrower, Nathan always has a deep love of learning and will do what he can to be in an environment where he can keep discovering new things. He's also a passionate home cook, and keeps Stan and their German shepherd Juno very happy at home.

Where there is Stan, there must also be a Nate. Like Stan, I love to play around with Nate's size and background from story to story. So far he's appeared as a human, though I've written one short with him as a borrower, in which he and a young Stan met as kiddos.

Stan's Brothers

Stan Baker is the youngest of five brothers, who basically raised him. They have yet to show up in proper BAU, but they've shown up more often in the size-shifter AU as they help their baby bro in distress.

The oldest, Simon, stepped up to lead the household when their parents were no longer in the picture. He worked hard to make sure his brothers could live the best lives possible, and couldn't be more proud of them all. He's incredibly chill and approaches everything with a calm and clear head. If Simon freaks out, you know it's all gone pear-shaped.

Dylan, the second oldest, holds the most fight in him apart from Stan. His scholastic track leaned towards the athletic, and he has the bigger temper of the bunch, especially when it comes to his loved ones being messed with. He taught his younger brothers how to hold their own in a fight when they were kids, and very nearly joined the British army as an adult before changing his mind.

Seamus Baker is the know-it-all middle child. He mellows out of them with age, but certainly had pedantic tendencies as a kid. Studies were a major aspect of his youth, as well as making sure his brothers were all keeping in some kind of order. He seems humorless compared to his boisterous brothers, but his funny bone is just harder to tickle.

And Levi is the one just older than Stan, a sweetheart who only wants everyone to get along. He's on the chill side of the spectrum, like Simon, but he's got too much energy to keep it up all the time. He's also the most creative of the brothers, and is most likely to end up with a career in the arts.

Adult Simon (left) and kid Levi (right) by the lovely @rainyday-deer

Young Simon with shrunk Stan by quackghost

#borrower OC #Mark Bend #Anita Bend #Stan Baker #Nathan Sullivan #Simon Baker #Seamus Baker #Dylan Baker #Levi Baker

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thiccnthintfs · 4 years ago

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A Week at the Pool

A/N: Here is Story 2! It is quite long; too long, I think, actually. Hopefully, some of y'all enjoy it; I understand that longer stories aren't everyone's cup of tea.

Monday:

Joe sighed as he took in his reflection in the locker room mirror.

"Bro, I don't know about this..." he muttered, using his right hand to adjust his dick. "This fuckin' speedo doesn't leave much to the imagination...and what kind of faggy pool requires this as dress code for its lifeguards?" Joe stopped fiddling with his dick and sighed again, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Fuck if I know, dude," Dylan replied. The brunet was standing under a showering, giving himself a spritz before they had to walk out into the hot sun. "But for $18 an hour? I'll go out there in a g-string for that much cash!" Dylan turned off the shower tap and gave his friend a smirk. "And say what you fuckin' want to, bro, but I like how this thing hugs my cock. Really shows it off for the chicks." Still smirking, Dylan glanced down at his dick, as it bulged in his red speedo.

"Bro, what chicks?" Joe scowled at his friend as they both started to head out of the locker room. Outside, Joe gestured at the pool. "This place is fuckin' fag city!" Dylan frowned as he took in the pool. His friend did kind of have a point. Of all the people at the pool, probably about 95% of them were dudes and those dudes did seem a bit...fruity. Hardly a pound of muscle on any of them and they were all paired off or prancing around in groups, giggling. Rows of twinks were sunbathing all along the pool, their puny dicks on display in their small speedos.

"It's not...that bad..." Dylan said unconvincingly. A few feet away from them, two twinks sunning themselves by the pool's edge were giggling as one rubbed some tanning lotion into the other's lower back. Grinning mischievously, the twink rubbing the lotion in moved suddenly to slap his friend's ass, causing both to squeal and giggle even even further. Without missing a beat, both twinks turned to look at Dylan, smiling flirtatiously. Dylan gagged. "On second thought..." he muttered.

"Shit dude, I don't know if this is worth it, even for the cash," Joe retorted, shooting a disgusted look toward the two giggling twinks. "I don't wanna be surrounded by fags all summer longDylan sighed and placed an arm around his bro's shoulder. "I get it, man, I get it, but look...you're seeing the small picture here," Dylan said conspiratorially. "Sure, this place is a lil fruity...but look. See over there?" Dylan gestured to the other side of the pool, where a big-titted blonde was palling around with two twinks. "And there?" A few steps away, a brunette with a sweet ass was sunning her back as she chatted to the lithe boy in the chair beside her. "And...holy shit, over there?" Joe followed Dylan's stare to the shallow end of the pool where a sexy redhead chick was hitting a volleyball back and forth with a similarly redheaded twink. Just then, the girl hit the volleyball outside the pool.

"Oh noo!" she chirped, looked crestfallen.

"No worrieth, I'll get it!" her twinky friend lisped back. He climbed out of the pool, stretching for a second, before he pranced after the ball.

On the other hand, shit had gone swimmingly for Dylan, it seemed, who was attached to the redheaded chick all day yesterday. His friend had successfully inserted himself into the chick and her twinky friend's volleyball game and the two had hung out the rest of the day. Although, Joe remembered with a smirk, it seems like his friend hadn't managed to ditch the fag. On more than one occasion, Joe had looked off toward his friend to see him strolling or splashing around with his conquest, but never far behind, always off to the side was redheadedt twink.

"That's the point, Joe my bro...these aren't just chicks. They're fag hags. Chicks who love to pal around with little gay boys." Dylan smirked evilly at his friend. "Meaning that they are ripe for the picking by you...and me." Dylan's grin widened as he gestured first to himself, then to his friend.

Joe paused. He hadn't considered this angle.

"You think so? You think we can tear them away from their faggy friends?" Joe asked. He still didn't sound convinced.

"Bro, have you looked in the mirror lately?" Dylan chuckled. "We're fuckin' seeeexy, bro. Especially compared to all the fairies." Dylan joked, seemingly to finally win Joe over, who was grinning now as well. "Trust me, bro. No chick here's gonna wanna get dicked down by these betas after they see what two alphas like us are packin'..."

"Okay, bro, you've convinced me," Joe relented, "Let's find us some fag hags to fuck!!"

"Already one step ahead of you, bro!" Dylan shouted and with that he was already jogging away toward the redheaded volleyball player from earlier. He smirked back at his friends, his pecs bouncing as he jogged away. "I'm feeling in the mood for some volleyball!"

Tuesday:

Joe glowered, trying his damnedest to stare a hole into the tile of the locker room floor as he slipped out of his boxers.

"Some shittin' plan this is, alright..." Joe muttered, throwing his boxers into his locker and slamming it shut.

Yesterday had not gone according to plan at all. At least, not for Joe. Every time he tried approaching a girl, he'd get maybe get a few minutes in, but then it was almost like he'd get divebombed by fags. All the time giggling and smiling at him, rubbing up against him as he walked by, and not to mention staring at his dick all the fucking time. Joe couldn't take the shit. Eventually, he'd found a shady corner of the pool and kept a low profile the rest of the day, scowling at any fag who came close by.

Joe sighed, pulling up his speedo. He then pawed at his bulge. Could never get comfortable in this damn thing.

Despite it all, he'd come back for another day, hoping that things would maybe go a bit better. Maybe there would be fewer fags in attendance today, after all. The sound of a slamming locker door jarred Joe out of his thoughts. That would be Dylan.

"Yo Dylan, what the fuck happened yesterday-" Joe turned a corner, expecting to see his friend, but stopped short when he saw a blond boy undressing on a bench, midway through pulling off his gray tank top. The blond bit his lip and was staring back at him with wide eyes.

"Shit, not another fag..." Joe muttered under his breath, then cleared his throat. "Uhhh, sorry...dude, thought you were my bro Dylan..." Joe awkwardly ran a hand through his hair and turned to leave.

"Wait," the blond quickly said, causing Joe to turn back, "Umm...are you one of the new lifeguards?"

"Uh, yeah..." Joe mumbled. This fag was still staring up at him with his big eyes and it was starting to freak Joe out.

"Do you..." the twink was biting his lip again, "Do you think you can teach me how to swim!?" The question was blurted out all at once.

"Uhh..." the question had caught Joe off guard. He ran a hand through his hair again. "Look, umm, I'm not a swim teacher, dude, so I can't really-"

"Please!" the twink shouted, leaning forward, "My friends dragged me here...but I don't even know how to swim...I know it's not a thing you'd normally do, but please teach me?"

Joe furrowed his brows. This guy was starting to piss him off. He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"...Sure, alright." Joe said, then blinked, surprised. Had he...had he just fuckin' agreed to teach this fag how to swim?! He'd had every intent on telling this twink off, why in the hell had he agreed?

"Yay! Yay" the blonde was bouncing up and down, then suddenly leapt up. Joe looked down and saw that the twink had wrapped one of his arms around Joe's. He was smiling up at Joe and blushing slightly. "I'm Mikey, by the way. Thanks so much...?"

"Uhh, Joe," Joe muttered, feeling his own face redden at the sudden contact. Inside, he was screaming. Why the fuck was he letting this fag hang off of him like some chick? But as much as he kept asking himself this, Joe couldn't bring himself to shove the twink away.

Mikey continued to smile up at Joe. "Thanks for teaching me how to swim, Joe. I'll just get rid of this real quick..." Mikey detached himself from Joe and quickly peeled off his tank top, draping it over the bench, and shucked his black shorts off, too. Joe couldn't help but make a face. Under his shorts, the twink was already wearing a hot pink speedo.

"Okay!" Mikey chirped, taking Joe by the hand, "Let'th go, Joe!"

"Sure..." Joe mumbled again. His mind was racing. Why had he agreed to this again? Why was he letting this little fag lead him around like he owned him? What the fuck was going on?

As Mikey led Joe outside, maybe he was imagining it, but Joe could've sworn that he heard a chorus of giggles erupt as the two emerged from the locker room. Shit. Joe felt fucking mortified and kept his eyes on the ground as Mikey led him onward. There goes any chance of landing a girl at this place, Joe thought. After this, they'll all think that I'M a fag, too!

Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts, he barely registered it as Mikey led him down some concrete steps into the most shallow part of the pool. "So, um...what do I do?" the twink bit his lip as he turned to look up at Joe. Even here in the shallow end, the water was nearly up to the twink's chest. It barely came up to Joe's ass. Still not fully registering how or why he wanted to do everything the little fag said, Joe reached down to grab Mikey, turning the blond horizontal in the water so that the twink's bubble butt was pointed straight up. He kept hold of the twink, easily holding the light boy so that he didn't sink. "Okay...bro. So...just start paddling your arms and legs and we'll...see how things go, alright?" Joe said awkwardly. In response, Mikey started flailing his arms and legs back and forth. A second later, the twink was giggling as he awkwardly attempted to swim. In spite of himself, Joe found himself grinning down at the blond. His eyes kept getting drawn toward the twink's plump ass, which swayed and bounced back and forth as the twink paddled. A small part of Joe was still aware of how fucking strange it was for him to play swim instructor to a random twink. That same part of Joe knew that that wasn't the strangest thing about today, though. The strangest thing was that underwater, just a foot or two below Mikey's bouncing ass, Joe had the stiffest fucking hard-on he'd ever had in his life.

Wednesday:

Joe was sitting down on one of the locker room benches, holding his head between his hands. Why had he fucking come back? Yesterday has been a bit of a blur. He remembered sticking with Mikey most of the day, helping the twink learn how to swim. He...he even remembered how turned on he'd been as the fag had bounced up and down in the water. And despite it all, Joe had woke up this morning and come back to the pool, pulled on the speedo that fuckin' suffocated his dick, and was ready to do it all over again. What the fuck was going on with him? "Yoo, broski, you managed to hit it lucky yet?" a familiar voice said from behind Joe, who turned to see Dylan standing there smirking in his red speedo. "Dude, where the fuck where you yesterday?" Joe fumed, standing up to glare at his friend. "I didn't see you all day yesterday! I ended up...babysitting this fucking fag all day! I...I'm not even sure why the fuck I came back today!" Joe ran a hand through his hair again. "Like, chiLL, JOey!" Dylan said, his voice cracking unexpectedly. Dylan looked puzzled for just a second, cleared his throat and then threw a burly arm around his friend. "Just gotta set your sights on a girl and go for it! Like me! And if you score some twink ass along the way..." Dylan trailed off, smirking suggestively at Joe. "Dylan, what the fuck?!" Joe shouted, throwing his friend's arm off. "Are...are you turning fag on me, bro? What the fuck, you're straight as an arrow?" "What-no! Bro-" Dylan grumbled, suddenly looking frustrated and embarrassed. "I...I'm not" Dylan trailed off, stumbling for words. Eventually, he sighed. "Look, bro...all I'm saying is...a hole is a hole, right?" Dylan's eyes widened as soon as he'd said the words, almost like he'd been surprised to say them. "Dude..." Joe was staring at his friend in shock. "What. The. Fuck." "Uhh...suit your fucKIN' SElf then, bro!" Dylan shouted, throwing his hands up and walking off. "See if I care! Hope you're haPPY with blue balls, bro! I'm late for volleyball with AJ!"

Joe stared after his friend in confusion. Dylan was moving away pretty quickly, his hips swaying as he scurried off. Just as Dylan was turning a corner, Joe saw him adjust the rear material of his speedo. Huh...now that he thought about it, had Dylan been hitting the squats at the gym lately? His ass was certainly looking...full. And his voice had cracked again...what the fuck was going on with his friend? And who the fuck was AJ? Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts over Dylan, he didn't hear Mikey sneaking up behind him.

"Joe!" the twink yelped, surprising Joe as he hugged him from behind. Joe turned to see Mikey, still in his pink speedo, smiling up at him. "Ready for Day 2, big guy..? I think we really made some progreth yethterday..."

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"Nice, Mikey! Yeah, just like that!" Joe smiled down at Mikey as the twink awkwardly paddled forth in the water.

Despite the weirdness with Dylan earlier, soon as as Mikey showed up, the blond had managed to quickly lure Joe into another round of swimming lessons. Joe still hated fags, or so he'd remind himself every now and again. Still, there was something about Mikey that just...got past all of Joe's defenses. Something about the little twink that Mikey liked, even.

'Admit man,' Joe suddenly thought to himself, 'You want to rail this fucking fag into next week. He fuckin' loves you. He'd let you pound his ass in a fuckin' heartbeat...' Joe shoved those thoughts away, then tried to discreetly palm his cock.

Thank goodness no one could see his obscene bulge underwater. Just like yesterday, Mikey had inexplicably given him the biggest fucking hard-on. Some part of Joe still knew that there was something fucked up about this, but it was like that part of him was locked up whenever he was around Mikey.

"Thanks, Joe...you're an awesome teacher," Mikey stoped paddling to stand up in the water. Maybe it was the sun, but for a second there, the twink almost looked like he was blushing. "Uhh...I'm really glad that you became one of the new lifeguards..."

Mikey moved in for a close hug. "Uhh..." Joe mumbled, caught off guard, but moving in automatically to return the hug. "Shit..."

Joe looked down. As the two hugged, Mikey's head was nestled up against Joe's right pec and the little twink's lips were just inches away from his nipple. "Mikey..." Joe began, feeling his dick twitch in his speedo.

At that, Mikey shifted to bring their bodies closer underwater. "Shit..." Joe muttered again, feeling his hard cock rub up against the twink. Anyone swimming underwater would see that the two were now hugging so tightly, they were literally dick-to-dick. And fuck...Mikey was hard, too, Joe realized. He could feel the heat coming off of the tiny twink's hard-on.

Heh. A part of Joe chuckled. Not that he was surprised, but he definitely had Mikey beat in the size department.

"I'm, uh..." Mikey broke away from the hug, "I'm going to head to the showers..." The twink smiled knowingly at Joe as he climbed out of the pool. Joe's eyes were glued to the twink's ass as he sashayed off toward the locker room showers.

Joe stared after Mikey. Now that the twink was gone, his spell should've been broken.

'Fuck! Leave!' Joe screamed to himself. Instead, he found himself moving to chase after the twink.

"Ooh, go get him straight boy!" crowed one sunbathing fag.

"Looks like Mikey's getting dicked down today...about time!" hooted another redheaded twink, elbowing and winking at a brown-haired friend at his side.

"I'm...jealouth..." the brown-haired twink muttered, his eyes on Joe's bulge as it bounced up and down, as the jock jogged off toward the locker room.

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Joe inhaled deeply as he stepped into the locker rooms. He could hear one of the showers running around the next corner. Joe rounded the corner into the shower room to see Mikey standing daintily under one of the spigots along the middle of the far wall. The twink was rinsing all of the chlorine out of his short blond hair. Joe stepped closer, his eyes tracking the small droplets of water racing down Mikey's back before vanishing into a small gap between the twink's skin and speedo. Down into the crack between Mikey's plump ass cheeks.

Joe felt his dick twitch again.

He sauntered closer to the twink. He sidled right up to the blond, lining up the outline of his hard cock so that it just poking up against the twink's bubble butt. As he did, Mikey giggled.

He just stood, exactly like that, for a few moments. Then Mikey began to slowly turn around. As he did, Joe's dick ran across one of Mikey's butt cheeks, then his hip, and then finally he felt his hard-on brushing up against Mikey's again, just like in the pool. Now that they were both out of the pool, Joe could really tell how much bigger he was than the twink. As it bulged out and over Mikey's hard-on, Joe realized that his hard cock had to be at least twice the size of Mikey's...maybe even more?

"Hey Joe..." the twink murmured, smiling almost bashfully, "Decided to join me, huh?" The twink lightly grinded his tiny dick into Joe's and the jock felt his breath hitch.

'A hole is a hole...right, bro?' Dylan's voiced suddenly whispered in Joe's head.

He learned down and crushed his lips fiercely against Mikey's. The two greedily made out for a few moments, tasting and biting each others lips up top as their grinded their dicks against each other down below. They broke apart from each other a few moments later, gasping for air.

"I..." Joe muttered, suddenly feeling more clarity than he'd felt all week. "I...don't know what it is about you. I'm straight. I can't fucking stand fags, but...fuck. I...don't think I've ever been this hard for anyone before, ever."

Mikey giggled. "I like you, too...Joey," the twink replied. And then the blond was bending down. Joe inhaled sharply as he felt the twink's face rub up against his cock. "Mmm...you smell so good, Joey."

It took everything in Joe to not come then and then, as Mikey nuzzled his cock with his nose. "Fuck..." Joe muttered, feeling the twink lick his cock through his speedo, all the way from its tip to its base.

"No!" Joe said suddenly and reached down to yank Mikey back up onto his feet. The twink looked surprised until he saw the deeply...hungry look on Joe's face. "You little bitch. Don't think you're gonna get out of this with just a blowjob."

Joe reached into the rear of Mikey's speedo and palmed the twink's ass, making the twink moan in response. "You've been fuckin' teasing me with this fuckin' fat ass of yours since yesterday..." Joe growled, "It's your ass I want, faggot...get ready."

And with that, Joe yanked his speedo down, shimmying out of it until it was down around one ankle. The he kicked off to the far side of the room. Smirking, he let Mikey take in his full length for a moment as it freely bobbed up and down. He then jerked it a few times, moving his hand slowly up and down all of his 7 and a half inches.

Joe's smirked widened as he saw that Mikey's eyed were glued to his cock.

"Mmm...yessir!" the twink eventually chirped and an instant later, he was stripping out of his speedo as well. Turning again, the twink braced himself against the wall with his hands and presented his ass to Joe.

Jerking himself a time or two more, Joe lined his cock up with Mikey's ass, but suddenly was hit with a wave of insecurity.

"I've, uh..." Joe muttered and ran a hand through his hair, "I've uh...never done this with a guy before."

"Like, it's the same basic concept, Joey..." Mikey giggled. "Just go with the flow...I promise you I can take it!" The twink wink and wiggled his ass cheeks. "Guess it's my turn to teach you something...let's see how quickly you learn, huh?"

Joe smirked down at Mikey, his confidence restored. And then, moving slowly but deliberately, his slipped his cock into Mikey's ass.

"Shit...shit, Mikey!" Joe yelled once his dick was fully buried into Mikey's ass, "Fuck...fuck, you're so tight! Tighter than...any girl...I've ever had...fuck..!" As Joe spoke, he started to thrust, lightly at first, but quickly picking up steam, into Mikey's ass.

"So...I've been told..." Mikey mumbled breathlessly between moans as the jock fucked him.

"Mmm..." Joe moaned as he continued railing the twink. Fuck. He loved the feeling of Mikey's ass cheeks bouncing as he thrusted into them. He reached around with his left hand and rubbed it up and down Mikey's chest and abdomen. He loved how slender Mikey was, how all the twink's weight seemed to be concentrated in his thighs and ass. With his other hand, Joe reached down and started to jerk off Mikey's tiny dick. He loved that, too - how small Mikey's fucking dick was, especially compared to his own.

"Joey..." Mikey breathed, his breath hitching as Joe jerked his tiny shaft. Bent over as he was, the twink somehow managed to twist his head back to stare back at Joe and with that, the two had locked lips again, tonguing each other in time with Joe's thrusts. "I...I think I'm close, Joey..."

Joe smirked and started to piston into Mikey faster, harder. "You like that, huh?" Joe teased. He was still working Mikey's small cock with one hand and he'd set his other hand to work tweaking one of the twink's rosy nipples. "You like it...when a real man...shows you a good time?"

"Fuck..." Mikey muttered, "Fuck...Joey!" Mikey yelped and a moment later, Joe felt the warm, familiar feeling of come oozing over his right hand. Not wasting a beat, he lifted his hand up to Mikey's mouth. "You fucking slut...look at the mess you've made. Clean it up." Joe ordered.

Staring briefly at Joe through lidded eyes, Mikey eagerly accepted Joe's fingers into his mouth, slurping greedily as he cleaned Joe's hand of his own come. "Mmm..." the twink nearly purred, reveling in post-orgasm bliss.

And that was what finally sent Joe over the edge. Seeing the twink in the palm of his hand, so obedient, as he continued to plow into Mikey's pillowy ass cheeks...

"Shit..!" Joe exclaimed, feeling himself come, long and hard, into the twink. Though he couldn't see, he knew he was sending ropes and ropes of come up into Mikey's ass. "Fuck..." Joe muttered as his orgasm finally started to subside.

Then he and Mikey were just standing there, breathing heavily. Joe was still clutching the twink, almost protectively, as his dick started to deflate within Mikey's ass. The two just stood there for a few moments more, letting the water from the shower spigot run over them, as they soaked in their respective afterglows.

And then Mikey turned to look at Joe. The twink was grinning cheekily. "So...when do you think you'll be ready for round 2?" he asked.

At that, Joe's dick twitched, already coming back to life.

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The shower room was filled with giggling.

"No, I mean it!" Mikey squealed, lightly slapping Joe on one of his pecs, "I have never been dicked down like that in my life, Joey! Where did you lean to do that one thing...?"

Joey smirked. And then he giggled again, before dipping down to kiss Mikey. He'd fucked the twink another two times and only now were they finally winding down for real.

"I guess you could say I learned a lot at cAMP ONE summer..." he flirtily replied, then cleared his throat. "Huh. That's weird. First time my voice has CRACked in a while..." The jock cleared his throat again.

Mikey was smirking back up at the jock as the two stood closely. The blond twink was idly drawing a circle with one of his fingers around one of Joe's nipples. "Weird! But...I'm sure it will sort itself out very soon, babe." The twink then gave Joe a pat on the ass. "In the meantime...since you've stolen my speedo, why don't you run along and get me my clothes from my locker, huh, doll? It's not locked, number 33."

Joe watched as Mikey's eyes roved down and over his body. After their last fuck, Joe had initiated a game of keep-away with the twink's hot pink speedo. Eventually, he'd pulled on Mikey's speedo and dared the blond to take it away. Mikey had relented at that point, but mostly because he was laughing so much at how ridiculous the jock looked in his speedo. His ass cheeks were hanging out in the back and the pouch was way too small. Even after cramming his dick into the pink material, the tip was still poking out of the top.

"Like, sure thing, babe!" Joe chirped, then paused and blinked. "Uhh...I mean, sure thing, Mikey. Give me just a sec."

Sauntering out of the shower room, Joe found that it was only a short walk to locker #33. Yanking it open, Joe grabbed the shorts and tank top inside and was about to close the locker when his eyes caught on something that had been under the clothes. Joe opened the locker back up.

Shoved all the way into the back of the locker was a phone...presumably Mikey's.

Joe hesitated. Tentatively, he activated the touchscreen and was shocked to see the screen light up as the home screen appeared.

"Shit...no passcode or anything? C'mon, Mikey..." Joe muttered, then hesitated again. Looking quickly back to shower room, with his curiosity getting the better of him, Mikey tapped on the Photos app.

"Hmm...cute..." Joe muttered, scrolling back through several of Mikey's recent photos. Most were selfies, though there were a few group shots of Mikey with a few other twinks Joe recognized from around the pool. Joe nearly gasped when he saw a picture of himself appear. He was standing poolside, looking glumly out into the distance. "Shit, a creep shot? When did that little fucker take this?" Joe mumbled, though he was grinning despite himself.

Backing out of the Photos app, Joe nearly set the phone back into the locker, but suddenly, the Instagram app caught Joe's eyes. Thinking that he'd already gone this far, Joe went ahead and opened it. "Mike Bailey...?" Joe said aloud, his brow furrowing at the choice of user name. He'd never asked for Mikey's last name, he suddenly realized, but he'd also never heard the twink refer to himself as Mike before. Curious, Joe tabbed over to the profile page and scrolled down to Mikey's most recent pic.

And then, all at once, Joe's blood ran cold. Staring back up at him from the screen was someone who didn't look like Mikey at all. This guy was buff, built pretty similarly to Joe. Though as Joe kept looking at the pic, he couldn't help but feel that there was something about this guy's face that was similar to Mikey's.

The blond jock in the photo was smiling cockily into his mirror as he posed in an orange speedo that showed off his decently sized cock. Feeling the cold seeped further into his veins, Joe scrolled down to check the picture's caption:

BaileyBro69 All ready to work as a lifeguard this summer!! Gonna score some hot chicks, no doubt! 😎

Joe kept staring down at the picture. There's no way. No way this could be Mikey. And yet...Joe's eyes drew upward to the phone the blond jock was holding when he took the picture. Then he turned the phone in his hand over to look at the back.

No question about it - they were the same phone. Which meant...

"Joey?" Mikey's voice called out from the shower room, "Somesing wrong...?" Joe tensed up.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

A moment later, the blond twink poked his head out from the shower room. "Joey..?" the twink called.

But Joe was gone.

Thursday:

Joe was curled up along the floor in the showers of the locker rooms, sitting nearly in a fetal position.

"Why the fuck did I come back...?" he whispered to himself.

After fleeing the pool yesterday, Joe had ran home to his apartment, intent on telling Dylan to fuck off and that he wasn't coming back to this fucking fag pool. He'd even texted Dylan that much, though his friend never responded to him. He didn't want to check his friend's socials. After yesterday, he...was afraid of what he might see.

And then there had been everything else. Little things Joe was noticing about himself that...worried him. The way he'd gone through his closet last night, suddenly feeling disgusted with all of the hoodies and workout clothes he owned. The way he'd walked to his apartment door to pick up his Postmates order, noticing halfway there how he'd been swinging his hips and holding his wrists out like limp noodles. The way he'd tried to jerk off to girls on a porn site last night...but every time he closed his eyes, he saw that fucking fag, Mikey.

The way that his voice was still cracking, even more than yesterday.

Then, this morning, almost like he was moving on autopilot, he got up. He pulled on Mikey's disgusting pink speedo - it was the only one he had now. For some reason, he hadn't been able to throw it out yesterday. And then...he'd come into the pool, straight into the locker rooms, where he'd been ever since. Try as he might to will himself to leave, it was like Joe was rooted to the spot.

Waiting...for something.

"Joey...?" a voiced called and Joe looked up to see Mikey sashaying toward him. Missing his trademark pink speedo, today Mikey was wearing an orange one that was stretched tightly over his ass, yet baggy in the front.

Joe chuckled in spite of himself. As if he needed any more proof at this point.

"Stay...the fuck away..." Joe muttered, making the twink pause in his advance. "I...don't fuckin' know how...but I know there's something fucked up about this place...shit..." Joe was breathing heavily now. Maybe it was from the hit of adrenaline that shot through him when Mikey appeared...but at the same time, Joe couldn't deny it. Each second Mikey was near him, Joe felt himself growing hornier for the little fag.

Mikey sighed.

"And we were making such progress, Joey!" the twink pouted.

"Find...someONE ELSE...to be your fucking...swim teacher..." Joe growled, though he was undercut by the unfortunate timing of his voice cracking again.

Now, Mikey giggled. "Oh, Joey..." Mikey smiled sweetly, "That's not the progress I'm taking about, sweety!" The blond twink giggled again. "Like, I already know how to swim, you big dummy! But I'm sure you know that now...I mean, I used to have your job and everything!"

Joe eyed the twink warily. "What...the hell HAPpened to you..?" he asked, reaching down to palm his cock. Fuck...he was getting hard.

"You know, I'm fuzzy on the details..." Mikey said, tapping his chin with an index finger, "All I remember is that I was so excited starting this job! I thought I was going to get to fuck alllll the girls!" Mikey scowled and made a gagging sound.

"Gross, right? But then...I met AJ..." Mikey trailed off, blushing, "He was a fag...but like, I dunno! He just drove me wild!" Mikey giggled. "I remember feeling sad, though..." Mikey paused, looking dejected for a moment. "AJ was so cute and I was so big and bulky...I wanted to be cute just like him!" Mikey brightened. And then we were fooling around one day...and poof! Like, my wish was totally granted!"

"That doesn't MAKe any FUCking sense!" Joe yelled. He was starting to get pissed off but was still rooted to the floor.

"Like, chill, Joey!" a new voice suddenly chimed in, "Maybe there's something in the water? Or maybe it's just the universe's way of getting rid of you dumb, useless jocks!"

Grinning, Mikey turned and Joe followed his gaze to see two other twinks walking up: a smirking redhead and a brown-haired twink who was carrying a volleyball and eyeing Joe intently.

A,Joe narrowed his eyes. Something about these fags were familiar to him...

"AJ!" Mikey squealed and latched onto the redheaded twink, "Babe, it's been a minute...we need to catch up!"

"We sure do, you little slut!" the new twink, AJ, teased Mikey, "I see you've been busy...but what the heck, babe? You didn't finish the job...sooooo, we've come to help you out!" AJ turned to smirk at Joe.

"AJ..." Joe muttered. Then his eyes widened. "You...you're THAt fucKIN' fag that was FOLLowing Dylan around! What the FUCK did you do to him?!"

AJ gigled. "See for yourself!" he laughed, raising a limp wrist toward the other new twink, whose eyes were glued to the floor. Joe turned to look at the brunet, his eyes widening. Fuck, no, it couldn't be...

But it was. It was Dylan...or what was left of him, anyway. His friend looked about 5 years younger and all the muscle he'd gained over the years from hitting the gym had melted away. The former jock had gotten about a foot shorter and his dick...shit. The newly minted twink's dick, if he even still had one, had been reduced to a tiny mound bulging in his red speedo. Fuckin' micropenis it was now or some shit. Joe winced as he noticed this. His friend had always been so proud of his 8-incher.

"Dill is for sure one horny little guy, I can tell you that!" AJ quipped, as he moved to lean on Joe. "Bitch started making moves on my sister and I just couldn't stand for that!" AJ winked down at Joe. "Really didn't take much convincing, though, for him to decide to screw me instead!"

Mikey and AJ erupted into a fit of giggles on either side of Dylan - or Dill, now - who was staying quiet and still looking down at the floor.

"Fuck, he had such a big cock, too..." AJ chirped, before reaching down to grope Dill's tiny dick through his speedo, "I will miss that about you, Dill! But other than that, such an improvement!"

Dill moaned as AJ continued fondling his cock and soon DIll's tiny hard-on was tenting the front of his speedo.

"Fuck, FUCk, fuck..." Joe muttered, the panic starting to set in. "DYlan...fuck, bro! I fuckING told you! We NEVer should've stayed here, DUDe! But we did and NOw you're a...a..."

"I'm a fucking fag, Joey!" Joe's friend suddenly shouted, looking up for the first time to glower down at the jock, "...And btw? It's Dill now, babe. And one thing I am NOT going to do today ith have you look down at me after your little fuckfest with Mikey?" Dill puffed out his waif-life chest and smirked, "Not as thtraight ath you thought, huh?"

"Shit...no, I...I'm not a fag..." The jock mumbled unconvincingly.

In response, Dill only leaned down and bent Joe's knees open so that all present had a full view of the jock's crotch. Just a couple of minutes around these twinks and he'd already sprung up to full-mast. His big dick was tenting Mikey's tiny pink speedo nearly to bursting. "Don't...please, DYLan...bro, you don't HAVe to do this," he pleaded, noticing the hungry look that had appeared in his friend's eyes when he'd caught sight of Joe's meat.

"Do what..?" Dill asked, feigning innocence. He reached down with one hand and fished Joe's cock out of the speedo. He stroked the cock once, twice...then gave it a playful little slap, giggling as it bounced back and forth. "Oh, this...?"

"Mmm...!" Joe moaned and without thinking, opened his legs wider, giving the twink easier access to his package.

"Or oh, maybe this?" Dill quipped again and this time he crawled down onto the floor, sidling right up to Joe's cock with his face. The twink winked at Joe before proceeding to work the jock's cock over with one lazy lick, from the base to the tip.

"Shit..!" Joe gasped. Fuck. He'd NEVER felt this horny before in his life. But these fucking twinks had him panting like he'd just ran a fucking marathon.

"Now, that's enough of that, Dill!" AJ chimed in suddenly, kneeling down to place a hand on Dill's shoulder. The redheaded twink was smirking at Joe. "You heard your 'bro'...he doesn't wanna play with us. We might as well head back to the pool..."

Joe's breath hitched. He eyed AJ warily. Would they really let him go..?

"Aww..." Dill bemoaned. The brown-haired twink gave Joe's dick a playful smooch before standing back up. "I really wanted a better taste, too..."

"You...you're not going to turn me into a fag..?" Joe asked weakly.

"Thilly Joey..." AJ giggled before smiling sweetly down at Joe. "Don't you get it? You're already a fag, thweetheart."

Then the three twinks turned to sashay away. Joe's eyes were drawn to their asses, their plump cheeks swaying back and forth as they walked away.

And then, just as they'd nearly gone...that was when Joe nearly fucking erupted with need.

"W-wait!" Joe yelled, causing the twinks to pause and turn back. Fuck. What was he doing? "You...you can't LEAve me like this!"

"Fuck me..." Joe groaned, briefly covering his face with his hands, "FUCK me, you're fucking RIGht, okay?! I...fuck! I've NEVer been this fuckiNG hard! You're right! OKay?! You win...I'm a fucking fag!"

Joe's eyes widened and he reached a hand up to clutch at his throat. His voice had been cracking like hell, but as he'd said that last part, it had stopped...but only after violently ratcheting up in pitch.

"Wha..." Joe chirped in his new, higher voice, massaging his throat briefly before refocusing on the twinks. All three were grinning at him with Cheshire grins. "Ahh...fuck it! Get over here, you sluts!" The jock giggled, happy his voice was no longer cracking.

Wasting no time, Dill sprang into action. The twink nearly dove onto the floor to reclaim his space between Joe's legs. "Mmm," Joe moaned at the feeling of Dill's soft lips enveloping his cock, "Fuck, Dill..."

As Dill worked Joe's cock over with his mouth, the jock started to run his hands over his thick chest, tweaking his nipples. Idly, Joe had the idea of twisting Dill around and fucking him...but oddly enough, he didn't find the idea very appealing.

"Aww, looks like Joey's finally learning to be thubmithive!" Mikey lisped. After Dill had started sucking on his meat, he'd almost forgot about these other two. By the look of things, though, they were getting ready to join in on the fun. Both twinks had stripped out of their speedos and were lightly jerking themselves, working themselves up to hard. Like Mikey, AJ had a smooth crotch and looked to be lucky if he was 3 inches hard.

"Heya, booooys~" Joe smiled flirtatiously and reached his arms out to the two masturbating twinks, "Why don't you come lemme have a taste?"

Mikey and AJ obliged, moving in close and standing on either side of Dill, still slurping away between Joe's legs. Positioned as they were, their tiny dicks were just about eye level with Joe, who'd begun eyeing them greedily. Like a starving person, the jock suddenly lunged forward with his head and swallowed Mikey's cock with his mouth.

"Mmm...!" Mikey moaned, swinging his hips forward slightly to give Joe better access, "Like...you're really good at this, Joey!" Not missing a beat, Joe swung his head round and started eagerly licking on AJ's dick.

"Hehe..!" the redheaded twink panted as he smirked down at the jock, "Looks like...you're a natural born cocksucker, Joey!" Both AJ and Mikey giggled, but Joe hardly heard them. He was focused on working himself into a rhythm. He'd tongue AJ's cock for a few seconds, then switch to Mikey's...then back to AJ's and so forth. He used his arms to bring the two twinks in even closer and reached back to play with their plump bottoms as his tongue continued to dart back and forth. All the while, Dill kept working Joe over down below.

Just when Joe felt like he was getting really into it, he felt Mikey's cock give a sudden twitch. The jock didn't know how he knew to do this, but suddenly he stopped blowing the twinks and opened his mouth in anticipation.

"Hnngh..." Mikey moaned and gave his dick one or two final jerks before he blew his load all over Joe, shooting rope after rope of come onto the jock's face, into his open mouth, and also down onto his chest and stomach.

"Mmm...so good..." Joe said, licking his lips and relishing the taste of Mikey's come. It was almost sweet, like vanilla or whipped cream. As he savored Mikey's flavor, Joe rubbed the goo that had landed on his chest into his skin like a lotion.

And that's when the changes started to come hard and fast!

FLOOMPH!

Joe nearly gasped at the sudden sensation as his pecs pulsed and drew inward. Their heft seemingly teleported to his ass, which Joe felt surge outwards. Staring down at his stomach in growing horror as his abs popped out of existence one by one, replaced

"Wh-what happened to my pecsth?!" Joe squeeked, grasping at his chest, searching desperately for any trace of muscle.

"Silly Joey..." AJ managed a giggle between pants, as he, too, jerked himself to a near climax, "Twinks don't need pecs! They need...big butts...and...agh!" With that the redheaded twink came, shooting ropes of come onto Joey just like his blond companion had done. And despite his shock, Joe found himself eagerly opening his mouth again.

'Mmm...' Joe thought to himself as he gulped down AJ's seed, his eyes closing in bliss. Strawberry flavor this time.

SHUMPH!

Again, that sudden sensation of drawing inward, except this time Joe felt...smaller. He opened his eyes to see Mikey and AJ smirking down at him, though weirdly the two twinks seemed further away. In an instant the jock had lost a foot of height. He hadn't realized it yet, but his broad shoulders had also drawn inward. Joe held one arm out in front of him, relieved to see that at least his arms hadn't changed.

FLOOMPH!

Or so he'd thought! Before his eyes, Joe saw his biceps deflate, leaving his outstretched arm nothing more than a twig.

"Mmm..." Joe moaned, feeling the mass from his arms relocate...settling this time into his thighs, which bulged out in proportion to his new ass.

"Nearly there now..." AJ chimed in, "You ready to bring him over, Dill?"

In response to AJ's question, Joe looked down toward Dill. His friend had been diligently blowing Joe this whole time, but AJ's question had made the brunet twink pause. As he pulled his mouth off Joe's dick, a part of Joe sighed in relief to see that his dick was unchanged, at his normal seven and a half inches.

"Y'know...he was kind of an ass to me earlier..." Dill mumbled, idly tapping Joe's dick back and forth with his index finger. Suddenly, the twink smirked. "I kinda wanna make him work for it!"

"What...the fuck? What does that mean?" Joe squeaked. Just being around the three twinks was causing his cock to ache with need.

"You got a hand," Dill giggled and winked at his friend, "Use it!"

"But know this, Joey..." AJ interjected ominously, "Once you come...there won't be any coming back for you!"

Joe gave the three twinks a dumbfounded look for a moment. Then he chuckled darkly. "I...I'm not a fag..." Joe mumbled, but found himself reaching down and wrapping a hand round his dick despite himself. His dick felt so big...even more so now that his hands were small and feminine. Slowly, but with growing intensity, Joe started to jerk himself.

"...not a fag..." Joe mumbled. He tried to imagine some girls sucking him off, but his mind kept going back to Dill and the image of the former jock encircling his cock with his plump lips. In his hand, his dick twitched...then shrank, drawing inward by around half an inch.

"...not a fag..." he mumbled again. Now he was thinking of Dill, as his friend used to be, broad-shouldered with a monster dick. And he thought of the old picture of Mikey, when he'd still been big and manly. In his mind, Joe saw himself getting spit-roasted by the two hunks, greedily devouring their big dicks from both ends. His own dick twitched again...and shrank again, this time by a full inch.

"...not...a fag..." Joe mumbled yet again, between pants. He could feel himself getting close. Now he was remembering Allie Reynolds, the head cheerleader from his high school days, how he'd felt up her tits before railing her the night of the regional championship game...but wait, that's not right, is it? And just like that, Joe's memories were shifting. He still remembered that night, how Alex Reynolds, the quarterback, had been on the outs with his girlfriend after she's caught him cheating. He remembered the jock bending him over under the bleachers, desperate for a hole, and remembered himself all too willing to be of service. As all of Joe's heterosexual memories shifted into gay ones, his dick twitched and shrank yet again, this time by a whopping three inches.

"...not-" Joe started to mumbled again, before inhaling sharply, "Oh...oh, gawwwwd..!" Joe panted femininely, "I..I am thuch a FUCKING FAG!!" And then Joe was coming, thick ropes spiraling out of his now 3-inch dick. Like tigers, the three twinks quickly leapt down toward Joe's crotch, where they greedily slurped up his milky seed. As they did, Joe saw that they changed, too - or at least, Mikey and Dill did. As Mikey gobbled down Joe's come, the blond twink's thighs were growing ever so slightly. And Dill - Joe's friend had practically been a twig, but now his ass was growing, stretching out the rear of his red speedo.

The sight of his friend's growing ass sent Joe fully over the edge and he came one last rope before slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. He felt completely spent. He imagined himself falling back into a fluffy, pink cloud. He felt...

"Feeling better, Joey?" a voice asked, and Joe could tell from the tone that the voice was smirking. AJ. Joe took a couple of deep breaths, still panting as he came off the high of his orgasm. "Joey?"

...

Joey opened his eyes, and giggled.

Friday:

"Fuck.." Dallas cursed to himself as he gave himself a quick rinse in one of the pool's outside showers. As he dud so, he adjusted his cock in the tight, green speedo that he had to wear for some fucking reason.

He hated the feeling of chlorine in his hair. But more than that, he was starting to hate this fucking pool! No one had told him that it was fag season at this pool. And why the fuck had they been so insistent he start on a Friday?

"All this shit better be worth it for 18 bucks an hour..." Dallas muttered. Suddenly, Dallas heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and he turned to see a trio of fags smiling up at him, a redhead with a blond standing to his right and a brown-haired guy to his left.

"You're...the new lifeguard, right?" the redhead asked, cocking his head to the side. "O-M-G! Like, I'm so glad you're here! The last lifeguards quit all of a sudden! I'm so glad they were able to get someone here today so the pool could be open!" The redhead clasped his hands together before giggling, his two faggy friends following suit.

"Uhh, right..." Dallas muttered, trying to think of some reason to excuse himself. "Well, hard to pass up a job that pays this much, y'know?" 'Last guys probably got scared off by all the fags,' Dallas thought to himself, 'Can't say I blame 'em...'

"Oh!" the redhead twink exclaimed suddenly, "You'll need your whithle, though, if you're the lifeguard! I think they have a thpare in the locker room!"

"Uhh, cool!" Dallas replied, already starting to saunter off, "I better go grab that! Thanks!"

'Score,' Dallas thought to himself, smirking as he jogged off to the locker room, 'Fags gave me a reason to slip away!"

As he headed over to the locker room, though, Dallas couldn't help but feel...watched. So many fags at this pool and each time he passed one, they'd just...look up at him and giggle. It was starting to give him the fucking creeps.

And then, Dallas wasn't sure why, but just as he was about to head into the locker room, he turned and looked back toward where he'd come from, near the opposite side of the pool.

The three twinks from before were still standing right where Dallas had left them. All three were still looking at Dallas.

And they were smiling.

Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Dallas quickly ducked into the locker room. Inside, he leaned against the wall and ran his hands down his face.

"Y'know, what? Fuck this," he muttered, starting to head off to the locker where he'd stashed his clothes, "Something about this place...reeeally weird fuckin' vibes, man, I gotta-"

Joe turned the corner, stopping suddenly when he heard a gasp. Ahead of him, sitting a bench mid-selfie, was...another fag, blond with longish hair.

"Oh!" the twink exclaimed before standing up in a rush, "Thorry, am I in your way?"

"Uhh..." Dallas mumbled. For some reason, it was like he was rooted to the spot all of a sudden. He couldn't take his eyes off the twink in front of him. "Uh...I'm Dallas! I'm, uh...the new lifeguard." Dallas' eyes widened as he said that last bit. Why the fuck had he told this little fag his name?

"Oh, the new lifeguard!" the twink was beaming up at Dallas now, "Nith to meet you!" The twink's smile widened even further. "I'm Joey. Uh...I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, but...ith there any way you would be able to teach me how to thwim?"

Dallas was taken aback. By the little fag's audacity, but also by the look the twink was giving him. The twink was still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes...a hunger, almost.

"I-" Dallas began, but stopped short at the sudden feeling of his dick twitching to life in his speedo, "I..." the jock tried again, his voice wavering. He looked down, shocked and embarrassed to see his cock beginning to tent the green material of his speedo.

Across from him, Joey giggled.

"No worries, Dallas!" the twink chirped, walking up to link arms with the Dallas, "Happens to the best of us! I'm sure you'll feel much more...at ease after you've had a week at the pool!"

#twinkification #jock to twink #jock to twink tf #gay tf #straight to gay tf #muscle loss tf

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books-and-cookies · 6 years ago

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5 SECOND REVIEW:

WHAT IF IT’S US BY BECKY ALBERTALLI AND ADAM SILVERA

You can find the Goodreads summary here.

Goodreads rating: 4.06

THE GOOD:

* this will be hard, but sometimes life is hard, so buckle up kids because I WANTED TO ADORE THIS SO MUCH but it fell flat somewhere along the way and now I am super sad * the writing was SO GOOD. So good. The chemistry between all the characters was There™ and I actually enjoyed all the dialogue, even though I don’t think people irl talk like this but whatever * Ben and Arthur were SUPER cute and I love how this wasn’t a story about coming out or someone accidentally outing someone else - it was a story about two guys falling in love and it was cute as fuck * the representation was on POINT, the cast was diverse and I looooove love this * I really enjoyed the cast of secondary characters (my fave character is actually Dylan - you’ll love him too, when you read this; I adored his relationship with Ben, how close they were, just bros being bros and expressing platonic love for each other) * this had all the good things to be great, however...

THE BAD:

* it took me at least half a book to be able to properly distinguish between the two main characters, which should not have been an issue, given that there were two authors, and their voices should have been more distinguished from each other * there are TONS of fandom references - I don’t necessarily mind this, I usually really love it, but it got old pretty fast here. Also, if someone isn’t into fandoms, they’ll probably find them irritating + in about 10 years, people will have no idea what all these references are * I thought the love was a bit over the top and way, waaaaay cheesy. It seemed dramatic for the sake of it. I don’t mind romance, but this felt really overdone and exaggerated to me. * the dialogue, while I really enjoyed it, didn’t feel genuine - I honestly don’t know if people really talk like this irl. It was funny, don’t get me wrong, but idk... maybe I’m too disconnected from the youth of today lol damn kids get oFF MY LAWN * I HATED THE ENDING WITH THE FIERY PASSION OF A THOUSAND SUNS - it was underwhelming and it didn’t deliver and U G H * it felt a bit too long? idk, I think you could have cut at least 100 pages out of it and have the same result * while I loved the secondary characters, I do have the feeling that there were a bit too many and I had trouble keeping track of everyone and who was friends with who and all that * I’m genuinely so sad that I didn’t love this, because I really really wanted too

YAY or NAY: honestly, if you love meet cutes and romcoms and contemporary books, it’s worth giving it a try, but go into it with lower expectations

Favourite quote:

“Arthur, the universe just got the ball rolling,' he says. 'We made us happen.”

“I just need more time with me, I think. To really believe in my worth without anyone's help.”

“I barely know him. I guess that is every relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.”

★★★ (2.5 but I rounded up)

To everyone who got this far, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day! Also, feel free to share your thoughts, comment or tell me anything :)

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im-gonna-liveforever · 6 years ago

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ITS HECKIN TWISTED APPRECIATION WEEK SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS (part 1/2)

“YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I’M GONNA YELL ABOUT THE SOUNDTRACK LIKE I DID LAST WEEK BC TWISTED IS A GOOD HECKING MUSICAL WITH A GOOD HECKING SOUNDTRACK

(Now with favorite lines! bc why not, right?) (favorite lines either there bc I like the lyrics in that part or I really like how it sounds within the song)

I’m not a professional music person (I’ve been in band for several years and I’m pretty good, but I don’t know anything about music theory or anything abt singing) but AH WELL, I LIKE RANTING ABT MY SPECIAL INTERESTS AND THE INTERNET IS A GOOD PLACE TO FEEL LIKE I’M TALKING TO SOMEONE, SO HERE WE GO

(also there’s definitely going to be Twisted spoilers under the cut (for act one, at least), so watch out if you haven't seen it)

(also also I split this into two parts bc it’s getting late and as you can see by how this progresses, I got sleep deprived quickly plus it got way too long. This is part one with all the first act songs, part two will have the second act songs and should be up by tomorrow.)

OK THE OPENING NUMBER RIGHT?? THE INSTRUMENTALS?? THE HARMONIES??? THE GENERAL SAJKFDASJKFHDSJK???!?!? Like, it literally sounds like a Disney song but they cuss! It’s amazing!! (And all the citizens?? Comedy gold, every one of them, I swear) (AND THE FUCKINGJDSJKJDSKL SOPRANO PART???!? I’M C R Y I N G I FORGOT WHAT HER NAME WAS BUT SHES SUCH A GOOD SINGER THANK YOU FOR YOUR VOICE)

Favorite lines:

“May the Rats ejaculate upon you!” “Thank you, thank you very much!”

“Why is everyone in the kingdom white?” “Uhh... Jafar?”

“But ugliness permits a man to use his wits, ‘cause pretty people never have to try”

“UGLY OLD JAFAR!!”

pretty much the whole song past the line “Why am I the only one who sees things as they are?”

Specifically “I want to be a cat!” “Wha-” “FUCK YOU!”

But more specially “Whistle while you swallow a spoonful of sugar and your dreams will come true upon a star!!!!” bc OH MY GOD IT’S BEAUTIFUL

Everyone listing how they want Jafar to die

ALSO SPECIALLY THE LAST 30 SECONDS BC AHJSAHJKADS (everything at and past the lines “and if we dream a little harder/ our patience and our honor...” etc.)

OK I STEAL EVERYTHING TIME! ULTIMATE CHAOS SONG, AND I LOVE. BE THE EVIL GREMLIN YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD. Also: the jazziness?? the opening instrumentals??? it’s so good. To the people playing the instrumentals for this musical: ,,,thank you,,,.,. (Also I learned recently that most of Jeff’s songs are in my range so guess who’s gonna try and learn this song?)

Favorite lines:

“Fetch, ya fucks!”

Did I mention the instrumentals?? bc hfhhhjdklsajk They seem simple but they’re also going ham and I love it

“Monkey thought we should just kill you, but I said ‘No, monkey, that’s crazy’ but now I’m thinking, yeah, no more fucking raisins...’“

“Thanks but no, thanks, ‘The Man’“

Honestly every line in this is golden, but I can’t put them all in and that sucks

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught!” “Aladdin?” “I’m in trouble!”

“Just one question, why, man?” “’Cause you stole my daughter’s hymen!” “That’s completely fair, but, in my defense, dude, your daughter’s hot!”

EVERYTHING AND MOOREE!!! SHE WANTS IT ALL AND I’M CRYING BC SHE SOUNDS BEAUTIFUL WHILE DOING SO. (I just realized that there’s 14 songs on this soundtrack and I’m sorry in advance for how long this post A) already is and B) is going to get) This song is so dramatic and that somehow fits the mood of her character and I love it so much and just ahdshjkds. Also it’s just?? So pretty????

Favorite lines:

“But it’s just like, whatever”

“I just want to be free so badly! You slaves could never understand. :(”

“You’re probably thinking, she’s got everything. Well, it’s true, ‘cause I do, but so the fuck what?”

“I WANT THE MOON! I WANT TO LIVE ON THE MOON! And eat it in a pie! And keep it as a pet! and wear it like a gemstone in my hair!”

“As I laugh in their faces of moonbeam pie!!”

“It’s enough to make me with I were lowly and poor... But like... with money!”

THA GOLDEN FUCJKLCIODIGN RULE. LIKE HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. AND THE DANCING THEY DO WITH IT IN THE SHOW ITSELF??? IT’S THE BEST. THE FIUCUING BEST. I’M CRYING. THE DANCING IS SO GOOD. AND SO IS THIS SONG. Also, it’s the #1 Starkid song I’d be comfortable showing to my mom, which is a definite plus! (I could also show this to my church pastor and he’d?? definitely like it, so that’s also a definite plus) And everyone’s so nice to Jafar, espically compared to the opening number and it just makes me so sad and let me give Jafar a hug, goddammit. ALSO also please let me meet the saxophone player and shake his hand, I don’t play saxophone but what he’s doing here is amazing. WAIT ALSO ALSO ALSO MAY I MEET THAT FLUTE PLAYER BC I’M JUST NOW HEARING THE FLUTE (AND HOW DID I NOT NOTICE IT BEFORE, I PLAY THAT INSTRUMENT???) AND I’M FUCJKIGDFONG HOLY SHIT JSUT FUCKINGJDSJKL ;BOUNCE AROUND ON THOSE NOTES WHY DON’T YOU I’M SAJDSKCDSJS

Favorite lines:

“Why it’s as easy as a 1,2,3,4!”

“Always treat others like sisters and brothers!”

all of the lines just sound so good, I can’t choose

The way Dylan Saunders says “Man” that that first time, like holy shit

The whole conversation between Omar and the thief

[completely monotone] “My hunger blinded me and forced me to act like an animal.”

AND THEN OMAR AND THE THIEF SING THE PART AND IT SOUNDS SO GOOD

The “boop boop bop doop zeep do-wow!” in the background during that part

“Good luck Jafar! And! Re! Mem! Ber!”

And then the whole ensemble sings it and it sounds so good

oh good god we’re not even 5 songs in yet i’m so sorry

GOLDEN RULE: EVIL REPRISE, OR, AS I CALL IT, “GOLDEN RULE WENT EMO BUT I STILL LOVE AND SUPPORT THEM”. Those dissonant sounds at the beginning? beautiful. All the random evil laughter? amazing. Whatever the heck the saxophonist is doing at the end? breathtaking, give me more. Joe Walker’s voice?? just fucking dhdsfjkfdlashjdsfklhfdsjkl

Favorite lines:

“Lets him rule the land WITH an iron fist!”

“The prize for winning? MORE GOLD, HAHA! And the game begins again!”

[sarcastically] “’Follow the golden rule’? Boy don’t be such a fool!”

“Follow the gold! Follow the gold! Follow the gold!” “AND RUUULE!!”

DID I MENTION THAT FUCKING SAXOPHONE PLAYER BC DUDE FUCKING AHSDJKDFS

the final “And Rule!”

Don’t be fooled bc this one is so short, it’s nearing midnight for me and also this song is really short. In reality, I fucking love this song and it’s one of my absolute favorite starkid villain songs and also one of my absolute favorites from this musical.

A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS IS SOME FUCKINGNDSKLJ; GOOD SHIT I’M. Also, I don’t listen to it enough, so I’m giving y’all a running commentary as I listen to it for the first time outside of watching the whole musical 1) I love accidentals and key changes, and i’m,,, crying just the first verse is so good already, why haven’t I listened to this song enough 2) I’M CRYING I WANT TO KNOW THEIR STORY TOO THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS I’M CRYINGHJFDSJKSD 3) they keep using the word “’twist” and i’m ahsdhjkds bro 4) DYLAN YOUR VOICE. YOUR VOICE, IT’S TOO GOOD. IT MUST BE STOPPED, YOU’RE TOO GOOD, DYLAN 5) “LINGER OVER EVERY PART” OH MAN IT SOUDNS SO GOOD. SO GOOD. AHHHHHHDSHJDSFKLHJK 6) OK I’M LIKE ACTUALLY CRYINGN NOW THEY’RE IN LOVE. THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS. OH GOD OH FUCK 7) AND THEY SOUND SO GOOD, TOO, WHY HAVEN’T I LISTENED TO THIS SONG ENOUGH AHDHJKLDAS

OK I haven’t listened to this song enough to have favorite lines just yet, also I want to at least get to the end of the first act before I go to bed and it’s already midnight rn, so we’re going ahead and moving on (so sorry!)

IF I BE-FUCKIN-LIEVED. OH GOD. THIS ONE. THIS ONE IS SO GOOD. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. THE FLUTE, THE WORDS, THE SINGING LIKE GODDAMN. This one is also kinda within my range so I’m also trying to learn to sing it bc it’s just that good (cons of being a contralto: you get no female songs in musicals, pros of being a contralto: you get all the cool higher tenor songs) The raw emotion in his voice??? I’m crying??? The strength and soul and beauty and just ashjdskl;jdsfkl; it’s so, so beautifully and wonderfully amazing

Favorite lines:

“Science says you’re dead and gone forever! Reason says I’m talking to the air! But something in my heart, some secret, hidden part, illogically insists that you are there! Somewhere!!”

“Perhaps it’s not too late, to change the course of fate?”

“‘Cause after all, I must be pretty great... if you believed in me...”

Again this song is really short and there’s not a lot of lines to choose from and also I love them all and dfhjskdskjl this is just such a good song

I’m still crying

ORPHANED AT 33!!! [insert Peggle 2 gif] CHAOS... T W O!!!! HE’S MR ORPHAN, AKA CHAOS MAN (NOW WITH A MUSICAL NUMBER!) (I’m also trying to learn this one bc let me splurge in trying to teach myself Twisted songs, ok?) He’s being tragic and over-dramatic and it’s a beautiful song! and I also love how in the studio version, he doesn’t mention that they died earlier that year, so it almost comes as a shock when he says “when I was orphaned at... thirty-three” and it just makes the song that much funnier, trust me

Favorite lines:

I know I said this abt most of the other songs up to this point, but can I say all the lines? because all the lines

“[My parents are] dead... that makes me an orphan :’(”

“‘Cause my story’s just too saaad!”

“They call me a jerk off! a burn-out! A punk! But I can’t let that stuff in my head!”

“All things considered, I think I turned out pretty good! I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and started s t e a l i n g a l l I c o u l d!”

”I’ll make it through somehow, despite being so sadly and crushingly all alone...”

“I’ll BREAK THE CHAIN!! YOU’LL SEE!!! I’M GONNA L I V E F O R E V E R!!!!1!111!”

The last “thirty-three” bc Jeff oh my god what is that voice

HAPPY ENDING TIME, HECK YEAH!!!!! THIS SONG,,,, SO, SO GOOD, I’M A FUCKING SUCKER FOR SONGS WITH MORE THAN ONE PART THAT ALL END TOGETHER IN A HARMONY. THAT IS PEAK MUSICIANSHIP AND JUSTHSDHJFKSAD Also someone pointed this out to me, but the way to goes from Aladdin’s weirdly horny lines straight to the princess going “oh Aladdin, you poor, innocent soul :(” is just the funniest thing to me. And how it calls back to thier own solos, I’m???!? OH AND INSTRUMENTALS AGAIN. THE BAND FUCKING KILLED IT WITH THIS MUSICAL, IT’S SO, SO GOOD JUST AHDSJKLAKKFAnd the energy in it?? The excitement for the next act??? I’m pumped!! Are you pumped?? WELL GET READY BC YOU WILL BE

Favorite lines:

Yet a-fucking-gain I love every goshdarn line in this song, it’s just too good

“They’ll throw a parade in my honor, with peacocks and monkeys galore!”

“The people will cheer!” [cool guitar bit]

[Jafar’s relatively calm part ends] [electric guitar starts back up and Aladdin jumps on stage] “I CaN’T wAiT tO bE A RicH DUdE!!!11!1!″

“Stealing is so much easier when you’ve already got tons of gold!”

“I’ve got my eye! On what money can’t buy! ‘cause that princess is OH! Hella tight! I’ll be the one who plunders her cave of wonders! I’ll get my happy ending tonight!”

“My innocent Aladdin!”

Yes i’m fully aware I put pretty much Aladdin’s full part in there, stop judging me, it’s a good part

“It puts a damper on our love if you don’t have a head”

“So with with your permission, I’d like to bring back your bride!”

just. Jafar’s whole fantasy where he’s happy with his wife. I’m crying again, please just let him be happy

THE ENDING PART WHERE THEY ALL START UP AND BRING UP THIER OWN HOPES FOR THAT NIGHT AND THEY SING THE FINAL”TONIGHT!!!” ALL TOGETHER AND THEN THERE’S THAT COOL LITTLE 2 SECOND INSTRUMENTAL BIT AT THE VERY END IT’S JUST,.,, SO GOOD I’M DSJHDASHJKSDJK

Ok yeah that’s the end of the first act of songs! I should have the next part up by tomorrow, so get ready for more capslock and keysmashes and me generally being excited abt music bc MUSIC HECK YEAH DFFHADSJKHDAS

#twisted #twisted musical #starkid twisted #twisted starkid #starkid rewind #music #i love each and every song on this playlist and if you asked me to choose a favorite I'd black out for at least 2 days trying to decide #honestly tho these songs are so good #twisted soundtrack #musicals #musicals soundtrack

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2017 Teen Wolf Mix-Bag Rec List

Hey, ya’ll. I decided to list off 8 of my favorite fics from the Teen Wolf fandom posted/completed in 2017. All pairings and ratings are listed. As always, check the tags before you decide to read the fic.

Derek Hale/Chris Argent:

Anchor by thegeminisage | rated E | complete | 55k

Derek insists on coming along with Chris Argent and the Calaveras on the hunt for Kate, so he can see her dead for good. While following her trail back to Beacon Hills, they come to understand some hard truths about both each other and themselves, and struggle to find the reason why, after losing nearly everyone they've ever loved, they're still here.

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Ready for Those Flashing Lights by rightsidethrough | rated T | complete | 5k

Being a college student is hard, especially when you have a more obscure major (if only because the price of your textbooks seem to be geared to how many times you can break down and sob hopelessly while in the campus bookstore).

So when Stiles is given the chance to make some quick money, well... he'd be an idiot not to take it, right?

All he has to do is stand there and look pretty and let the photographer do his job.

...oh, God. Stiles has made a Horrible Life Decision.

Glass Slipper by Green | rated G | complete | 997 words

Peter meets Stiles and is smitten. Stiles has to leave - but leaves his phone behind.

Littlered and Alpha5 by Triangulum | rated E | complete | 9k

Stiles could say that he's a grower not a shower, but that would be a lie. On a good day, fully erect, he's three inches long. Okay, two-and-a-half. Whatever, it works for him. It's what got him into camming in the first place. There's a very specific clientele out there that's looking for exactly what Stiles has. The lithe, gay guy with a small dick is a very niche market and Stiles has managed to carve out his own place in it. The fact that he's a virgin only helps.

Stiles is a camboy and Peter is his best client.

Show Me by Twisted_Mind | rated E | complete | 3.8k

Peter smirks, and yep, yes, that is in fact an eyebrow piercing, which not only increases the sass—which should not be possible, that’s gotta break at least three laws of physics—but is also outrageously hot. “Nothing important.”

And then Peter turns to head into the study, where they’ve been translating the bestiary, and he catches sight of the bar running through the cartilage of Peter’s right ear. His dick twitches and begins to fill, because hello, heretofore-unknown kink.

Peter, of course, notices. And says something, because he’s rude like that. “Why, Stiles,” he purrs, turning around. “See something you like?”

Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar

in the valley of your heart by crownedcarl | rated M | complete | 6k

Theo dreams that his hand is being held in a soft, warm grip. For a split-second, he could almost swear it’s the realest thing he’s ever felt, but then the darkness drags him under again, back down to the depths.

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

All of me uncharted by ANTchan | rated E | complete | 13k

I have this fantasy.

And maybe it's Stiles' favorite one. And maybe it's been buzzing under his skin for the longest time. So he makes a post about it. There’s nothing shameful about that. That's what blogs like this are for. He expects most of the responses he gets - the supporters, the enthusiasts, the creeps.

But the simple message: Would you trust me to give you that?

After that, all bets are off.

Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Disabling an Ultimatum by TriDom | rated E | complete | 8k

Chris can't tell Stiles no. Maybe it's not that he can't tell him no, but he doesn't want to. Call him old fashioned, but he believes if you love someone you should let them do what they love, regardless if you like it or not. It's not always easy to do, but he isn't a hypocrite.

Meaning that when Stiles is ready to get back on a motorcycle after a bad accident, he knows it not his place to do anything, but support him.

He can't help it that Peter doesn't feel the same way.

BONUS RPF

Dylan O’brien/Tyler Hoechlin

It Took Us Till Today to Get Here by turningterrific | rated E | complete | 27k

Dylan hears the cackling laughter behind him and slams his laptop shut.

“Too late,” Julia says as she flops down on the couch next to him. “I already saw.” She grabs the remote away from him while he’s distracted and changes the channel from the Mets game to something else unworthy and unMets-like.

“You saw nothing,” Dylan sniffs and pretends to care a lot about the text that vibrates his phone.

She laughs again. “I saw you looking at Hoechlin Superman pictures. Again.” Her grin is huge and Cheshire cat-like.

“I keep up on show business news,” Dylan says, unsure why he’s attempting to even pretend like she’s wrong. “He’s my bro. He’s Superman. It’s a thing.”

Julia nods. “It’s definitely a thing.” She smirks at him and flips through the channels like she has to see them all in under a minute. “Hoechlin looks good enough in that suit to turn a gay girl straight and a straight boy gay.”

Dylan visits Tyler, they go to a lake, they eat and watch TV and Dylan pines. Oh, god the pining.

#fic rec list #teen wolf fic rec list #fic recs #teen wolf recs #my fic recs

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Karaoke with the Boys of 90210

Legendary Beverly Hills party gods, Brandon Walsh, David Silver, and Dylan McKay perform a radical new song karaoke-style in a new clip leaked today. The record is G X D by Toronto rap sensations, B B R C. Liger Meat caught up with the original party boys from 90210 to find out why they were so enthusiastic to rock the obscure rap group’s new single.

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Liger Meat: Why did you guys decide to video-tape yourselves singing along to a new and virtually unknown band’s song, “G X D” by BBRC?

Brandon: Have you ever even done Karaoke, Bro? We used David’s camcorder. He charged it up for us and Steve held the tri-pod.

Dylan: Steve even slid me $50 bucks.

David: You got $50 bucks!!??

Liger Meat: Do you even know what the song is about, you’re like what, three 16 year old kids? from Beverly Hills?

Brandon: It’s about scooping fly honeys. Everybody knows these Hills got HONEYS.

David: Nah Dude, it’s about going mondo on the bongos!

Dylan: It’s a Pacific Coast wave, so we ride it. I just wanna THRASH!

Brandon: No Doy!!

Liger Meat: Did you feel compelled to sing-along like it’s your anthem? Or did you feel like the song was written about you because these BBRC guys dedicated a tape in Nat’s honour, The “Peach Pit” Sessions?

Brandon: Every city’s got a Peach Pit! I just felt like those home fries aced the grindage.

David: The Peach Pit is our church. And the party’s my religion.

Brandon: When I’m in my best denims, I just wanna hit the strip and scope for girlies… but when I finally find the perfect party after a solid night of cruising, I commit. I own that party, Dude.

Dylan: I bone that party, Dude.

David: So pitted, Dudes. So Pitted!

Liger Meat: How did you even hear about BBRC?

David: I ran into them at Ear To The Streets on La Brea. Steve managed them for a while and I think they used to be signed to the label.

Brandon: My sister, Brenda, tutors one of them after school.

Dylan: They mow my neighbors lawns, Bro.

Liger Meat: Where do you guys get your roller blades serviced?

Dylan: Metro Megablade in Koreatown!

Brandon: Right next to the…

Brandon and Dylan: Sam Goody!

Brandon and Dylan: JINX!!

Brandon: Owe me a Cream Soda!

David: NICE, my buddy Scott works there, 10% employee discount… THEY GOT A KILLER SELEKSH!!!

BBRC’s “G X D” is out now and will be featured on BBRC’s debut, “The Peach Pit Sessions,” dropping later this year.

#beverly hills 90210 #90210 #karaoke #tigerbeat #ligermeat

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Episode 7: “The coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight”- Chloe

Everyone drop your..................... spare change we have a decision to make - Someone on the losing tribe, probably.

jeezzzzzz this round is fucking frustrating. so last minute last round my alliance flipped to keaton which was WONDERFUL!!! I was having a hard time talking to him and I'm glad it's Vi and Xander still here. the concering thing tho is someone told vi to do keaton so like.....someone tryna scoop up that good good number huh? this auction though....FUCK THIS. so it started off fine. nobody snatched the first thing bc it was useless. but then the second item hehe I grabbed it bc I wanted to throw to keep ashley safe + wanted to know what it was. so i was like ok cool love it. but then for some reason another item got posted after the time the post said the challenge would be running.....which was not fair flkjfl and i didnt see it cause i was like cool i can sleep now :) and then it's the fuckin most powerful thing in the game :)))) love that for me lol. and someone on that tribe fucked it up. i literally would've fuckin spent all the money for it if I'd known the auction was gonna go past the time the hosts said rip so that threw a wrench in everything and now i am a sad sad cowboy :'( next day i snatched the first item to end the auction so that the power hungry snakes in my alliance didnt get all the good stuff. so even tho i got nothing of value, i DID get assurance that only one thing is out there that I need to be worried about. :))) hehe :))) and it was REALLY EASY to play off like xander took them both tbh. he was typing in the chat the whole time lmao. the only problem is that chloe eve and isaac are actually smart and they might know it was me but like i rlly put in that fake nancy drew work and was like HELLO DID U BUY THOSE THINGS ? I even asked xander if he got either of the items hehe. im just sittin here with my two lame-ass packages <333333 but i have a really bad feeling about the other tribe. Ashley was on a work trip all week and I know her and her fuckery and her inability to talk to boring men and her tribe has way way too many of them. jared/sammy have the power on that tribe if they scoop dylan and goat nick or bro down with aidan. so it's bad news I think. I'm gonna be pissed at them if they get her out (and i swear to god if jared is doing it just to break up me and her so I'm closer to him he has another thing coming!!!!!!!!! :) ) i wanted to be loyal to jared and ashley, but if he gets her out before I even have a chance to play with her, im gonna be fuckin bitter!!!!!!!! and who knows what I'll do then :)

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Well rip us again. I’m slightly screwed? Maybe. I did get 2nd highest score so hopefully the others keep that in consideration considering Owen, Xander and eve got lower than 50 points. I’m pissed Bc Chloe and I both tried hard to carry the team. We were 200 points under. That’s more than either one of us got. Every one else didnt do an entire section. One of them only did a couple pictures, another only did a couple videos. Rip I want to die.

BIIIIITCH. Shit has hit the fan and I finally feel like we're playing a game here. Last tribal was intense but it brought back that feeling as to why I play these things so I was kind of into it. Overall the scrambling in the last few hours showed a lot of people's hand and I think that was one valuable thing that came out of the last vote out (in addition to Sammy's vote out). Apparently the alleged vote was Ashley, which Jared told me rather late, and I didn't feel clued in on that AND I was a fan of Ashley. She was one of the only people here from my second tribe and she talked to me more than a majority of the tribe making me realize that the Malakoff OGs might have formed a voting block - Pat might possibly be involved. Apparently it was a push on behalf of Pat but I did use my vote steal and try to push things in order to save Ashley and push it onto another target. She really wanted Jared but I do feel like I have a stronger relationship with him and the ability to reconcile things further which is why I tried to deviate the target to Sammy. Plus in all of the ambiguity and the fact that my name was going around (as Ashley as a decoy to save herself *insert eye roll*) I felt the need to use the vote steal I secured on the rails. Regardless of how things played out at the end of the day I had no idea what the chaotic twink [Dylan] was going to do and in the event of a 3-3-1 tie I doubt Jared was saving me over Sammy. Weren't they butt buddies in a Tumblr Survivor or something? Like it just wasn't realistic... and I don't feel like I leveraged it poorly at all. Better than going home with something in my pocket like last time. Plus the studio art major's reaction in their exit interview only helped prove my point that they were the best person to go. Plus I felt as if the studio art major in question has the type of fun but lowkey personality that allows people to go deep and as such an extroverted loud ass bitch those players tend to be the ones on my radar. We worked hard, we persevered and won immunity. Pat worked his ass off in the fucking challenge because he knew he made a fucking mistake writing my name down but he's trying to be cordial. Honestly I think a lot of people are biding their time until merge and I have a sneaking suspicion I might be a person of interest when this merge comes. WHY? Well that challenge was CLEARLY thrown and the people who seemed to be left out of the loop were the ones from my original tribe. I'm pretty sure that's a fucking act of war in Ancient Greece. Nick (my number one ally atm I love you Nick) pointed that shit out immediately and made me run to check the results which left me shook. I tried to bring it up to Jared who played it off... another kind of red flag. My priority right now is to strengthen relationships heading into a potential merge and making sure they're on good footing with me even though the last thing that's happening is a loyal Malakoff 3.0. I'm not even going to delude myself with the fucking thought. Despite having Nick and I guess Ashley, I do feel very alone in this game. Most games I succeed in I have a partner in crime so I'm going to adapt and see how I can take on the merge. I really want Nick to know I trust him as much as I do and I hope that whoever survives of Chloe and Vi is excited to see us. That's if the merge is next and you're not playing with us... But I also hope that both Chloe and Vi survive this round but the break up of the challenge doesn't look good. Is there a chance they just fucking suck?

Being back at tribal is fucking hell. At this point just give us merge I stg id be more likely to be immune then. Honestly it feels like most of my tribe put ZERO FUCKING EFFORT into this challenge and I’m beyond angry about it they’re all fucking bastards and I’ll vote every single one of them out for doing this to me.

Thoughts on being at tribal - the coin flippers are staying strong and yet again we flipped a coin to see who goes home between Vi and Xander. This time there’s no Keaton to fuck things around so I’m hoping it stays this straight forward and there’s no genuine last minute scrambles. I don’t think anyone from the group has told Vi or Xander yet who the vote is but the coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight. I just wanna fucking sleep. So yea no valid reason for voting Xander tonight other than it was down to a coin flip. Either way I’d be voting Xander and Vi out at merge anyway.

M E R G E U S

I’m stupid and forgot to do this so I’m doing it from the bathroom at work pls don’t strike me I’ll give you detail when I get off sjhdjddh

Spoiler Alert: He never did send us details when he got off work.....

Hey, this tribe fucking sucks. they never talk about anything or want to do much. Like i had to beg people to do the call. and force that to happen. and I had to force a vote talk out of people.... Thats not my style of gameplay. I hate that im forced to do that. and just want out of this tribe ASAP. IM just hoping if i do survive and make it to merge. that my clever "talking" skills have earned me some credit in this tribe. where I have some allies. I do want to make it far and not just flop in this game. Especially when no one really knows me here and they can't target me because im in a duo with someone on the cast. @every other game i play. *glares at jess*

Also Xander...

Part 2 electric boogaloo I really just want Alyssa to expose me. Like is that so hard. Also i forgot to mention in my last confessional that Jess had a booty call and they left their top there.

IS IT MY TIME TO GO??????

Last round was pretty wild. I really did NOT want Sammy to go but unfortunately my hands were tied and he was with jared and pat. I kind of pushed for jared last round a little too much and Aidans ass told jared and he confronted me about it. I think i did a pretty good job at explaining why and basically it was like we both kind of went for eachother last round but now no one will think we are working together. My hope is that aidan and nick will be loyal and continue to work with me but i have a feeling jared is stilll trying to work on aidan and aidans ass is falling for it. Merge is probably coming up and im a little scared about that but if nick and aidan dont flop I think we can make it far.

So last round I played like peepee poopoo I should've just listened to Sammy like I told myself I would at the beginning of the round and voted Aidan... but the second I detect any shadiness even in a F2 or F3 person that's when the meltdown comes... it was like the Bryce situation all over again Not to mention Aidan two-timed me! But luckily it is still early enough in the game to recover from this, and I still have the high noon... I just need to hang onto that no matter what. So this round I centered back in on my round one gameplan, Aidan lost my trust and Dylan earned his 3rd strike with me by not having my back in the tribe chat. I've been bonding with NickG, and I made a deal with Ashley so I'm hoping that new doors will open for me on this tribe. With that being said, we won the challenge and honestly I couldn't care less about a merge any more, the farther away it is the better to be honest- I can have a 50/50 shot at making it one round further every time with tribal immunity. Another note, non-zero odds that Owen threw the challenge for me? We'll see.

Idk what day exactly the video title is specific of when I’m speaking from.

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More Pat....

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#yeehaw

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Young actress Amiah Miller plays pivotal role in 'War for the Planet of the Apes'

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One of the most surprising characters in the highly-anticipated “War for the Planet of the Apes” is not an ape or a man, but a little girl with breathtaking courage. Amiah Miller, in her first major role, plays a mute, virus-ravaged human child who comes to be known as Nova – and becomes an essential part of the apes’ journey to their new home.

“War for the Planet of the Apes” is set 15 years after a scientific experiment had gone wrong that gave rise to the intelligent Apes and almost wiped out the human race. The colonists and apes struggled to coexist but their fragile peace was shattered and Caesar (played by Andy Serkis), leader of the apes, attempted to restore order. But there was no turning back from the brutal fighting that has already begun.

At heart, this is the story of both a military and emotional last stand. As peace between species has collapsed — and a renegade band of human soldiers led by an imperious Colonel (Woody Harrelson) makes a final, all-out attack — Caesar is hit with an unimaginable personal loss and a dark line inside his psyche is crossed. Now, he is wrestling with merciless impulses and roiling doubts about his own ability to inspire the apes towards freedom. But if the apes are to survive the coming conflict, Caesar must lead. In a time when empathy and compassion have nearly vanished both in the world and his heart, Caesar searches for the grit, sense of fellowship and striving vision to lead the apes towards a future of hope.

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The enchanted quality of new character, Nova, did not escape director Matt Reeves and scribe Mark Bomback. Bomback says, “Here is a little, seemingly orphaned girl living with apes – Matt and I immediately thought she seemed like a character out of a fairytale. From Goldilocks to Little Red Riding Hood, there’s a whole tradition of stories about little girls in the woods with dangerous animals who nevertheless become their protectors. That’s part of the inspiration for Nova. And the name Nova, of course, is a bit of an Easter egg from the original film.”

“One of the beautiful things about Nova is that even in this divided world, you see there are apes and humans who are able to form deep emotional relationships,” says Peter Chernin. “In that moment when Caesar is in the darkest place, when he wants to hate all humans, Nova touches him in a way no one else can. In Nova, we’re also seeing the growth of the Simian Virus and what survival means to humans.”

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Taking the part, an especially demanding and complex one for a child actor, is 12 year-old Amiah Miller in her first major feature. Reeves describes how Miller won the role: “Amiah is such an intuitive young actor. When she came in to audition we threw away the script and I just asked her to relate to the apes. It was clear right then that she was special and had a talent way beyond her years. She and the actors became like a family. She has a bright future ahead of her, I can’t wait to see what she does.”

Because Nova develops a strong bond with the orangutan Maurice, who insists on bringing her on the apes’ long journey, Miller spent a month working with Karin Konoval, who plays Maurice. “Amiah and I needed to have a very strong, very real connection,” says Konoval. “So Amiah and I actually got to know each other wordlessly as Maurice and Nova before we even had any conversations. Luckily, our connection was immediate and organic and it only grew from there. It was absolutely magic that the filmmakers gave us that opportunity to develop this true bond.”

Says producer Dylan Clark: “Matt, our casting director Deb Zane and I were all in agreement that there was only one young actor to bring in for the role of Nova and it was Amiah.”

“War for the Planet of the Apes” opens July 12 in cinemas nationwide from 20th Century Fox to be distributed by Warner Bros.

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Karin Konoval, left, and Amiah Miller in Twentieth Century Fox’s “War for the Planet of the Apes.”

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wordsablaze · 8 years ago

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#15: Bullies and Battles

Match of Magic What if destiny chose soulmates through literal aesthetic matches? What if education fused with impossibility and reality faded away? Dan and Phil must unite, work together and help each other live the best of all the worlds they can…

(Phil POV)

“Bye, Dad.” I smile faintly as I offer him a wave, earning nothing but a small grunt in response.

I sigh, slinging my bag over my shoulder and catching the flash of hurt in Dylan’s angry expression as he looks to Dad, radiating disappointment.

I nudge him as he puts an arm around my shoulder, shaking my head at him, “S'okay.”

“Philly, it’s really not. You know he loves us, really.”

I frown but concede, having heard him and the others repeatedly tell me that for the past sixteen years. He smiles, this time not ruffling my hair but awkwardly half patting it in a true brotherly manner as he saunters back to the kitchen. I smile and go to fix my glasses but my hands meet only air as it dawns on me that I have contacts in today.

Silently shaking my head, I chide myself, grab my coat and walk through the shadows until I get to the bus stop, taking a slight detour to avoid the usual morning gang that never seems to sleep. Perhaps they’re all vampires so they sleep when I don’t see so they can fool the world into thinking they’re invincible.

Oh, who’s a vampire?

Not confirmed yet.

The game is on.

I smile at Dan’s instant replies, knowing that he was probably in the middle of something. Even though I can always sense Dan, we can’t always thought talk to each other, which is probably best. I rub my eyes again as I wait for the bus, having stayed up a little too late to finish editing one of my new I lean against the dilapidated bus stop.

I see Evan and David coming up; I groan, trying to slink backwards but almost fall in my attempt, having to flail for equilibrium and accidentally catching their attention.

Evan scoffs as he and David approach me, “Still in the posh school?”

I stay silent as David laughs, “You don’t belong here.”

I only shrug slightly so Evan frowns, “You’re not expecting a match to appear, are you?”

“Oh, come on, who’d want to be matched to you?” David sneers.

Deciding not to mention Dan or the multitudes of subscribers who probably wouldn’t find it extreme torture to be stuck with me, not that they can anymore, I just bite my lip and shrug again, staying motionless as the two of them saunter ahead. Only a few other people gather before the bus comes, none of them doing anything beyond a brief smile as they pass me.

I grab a seat in the middle of the bus, hoping to go unnoticed in the centre as if hiding in eye of a hurricane. I don’t pay attention to the other students as I listen to ‘We The Kings’, leaning my head against the window.

That is, until the bus stops, I feel the unmistakable pull of my other half and I know Dan’s getting on. It’s as if a sensor in front of me has warmed up, as if a small candle inside me has been lit ablaze to illuminate him, as if soft neon lights have suddenly been triggered within me. He gets on with three other people but doesn’t hesitate to doubtlessly flop down beside me, grinning. I laugh as I notice he has the most adorable half-smile dimples.

He nudges me and I beam back at him, “Hi!”

Dimples!

Shut up.

He blushes slightly, “Hello.”

“You seem flustered, what’s wrong?” I inquire.

“Nothing, it’s just…” he trails off, glancing at the other people on the bus. I smile knowingly.

Dan?

I’m actually sat next to you! Literally right next to you! To you!

I’d hope so, or else this would be REALLY awkward.

He laughs, his dimples re-appearing in place of his previous frown. Suddenly, the girl on the seat behind us jumps up, both of us whirling around in shock and inquiry. Dan groans as he sees who it is, obviously recognising her.

“Ellie, stop.” he practically whines, glaring at her in the typical sibling style; she must be his sister.

“Uh, nice to meet you?” I pause, “Also known as Ellie-phant by any chance?”

Her eyes light up and Dan looks at me with something akin to awe, relief and shock.

Ellie nods, “Yeah, that’s amazing of you.” she grins as her eyes flash brightly for a moment.

Dan whacks her arm and ducks his head before sheepishly grinning at me, “Ellie’s my sister.”

“And a Youtuber?” I ask, knowing the answer.

Ellie nods, “Don’t worry, I was just checking up on my little bro. Honestly, I think he might have some kind of mild agoraphobia.”

“Ell!” Dan glares at her a little more seriously this time so she shrugs and properly sits back into her seat.

Dan coughs and turns to me, “I don’t exactly have agoraphobia, I simply respect personal space and don’t really enjoy too much forced socialising.”

“I know, right? I always end up in some kind of weird situation or something.” I laugh, half wondering if he’s ever seen my videos or if only his sister has.

He smiles widely and gestures to my phone, “What’re you listening to?”

“We The Kings, have you ever heard of them?”

He nods enthusiastically, “A little, I found out 'bout them a couple years ago. Can I listen?” he asks so I hand him the right earbud, playing the music again.

Both of us jump as it resumes halfway into a sudden note but enjoy the rest of it, our shoulders connected without us trying. His head falls against my shoulder so I smile and lean more towards him, hoping that he’s comfortable. We have to end the song halfway through a sentence, both of us laughing as it ends awkwardly.

Someone crashes into Dan as we get off, making him yelp and crash into me. I stumble but grab his shoulders to make sure he doesn’t fall and break his nose or something.

Dan? Are you okay?

Fine, thanks Phil.

“Oi, watch It.” the other boy leers, glaring at Dan.

I can’t help but frown, “You crashed into him, in case you missed that.”

Dan looks at me gratefully but shakes his head.

That’s Ian. Ignore him.

I would have, but Ian gasps like a fish, glancing between the two of us, “You’re not serious?”

And so Captain Obvious finally saw what was in front of him.

Well, he seems fishy.

Dan stifles his laugh; I chuckle quietly and pull Dan away with me, leaving fishy Ian to piece the world’s easiest deduction together.

He and I wait together for the doors to unlock and he coughs, “So, lunch?” “The swings?” I ask immediately, knowing that there won’t be anyone there. I wonder they kept that swing set; it’s not like secondary school has playtime.

Dan nods, “Yeah, that’d be perfect.”

It won’t be perfect until you get there.

Dan elbows me, badly disguising his blush and rolling his eyes as the doors open and hundreds of students swarm inside like an academic hive mind. We split off as he heads to his registration room and I head to mine, both of us still grinning at each other.

Thanks.

I smile, and his presence inside me lessens a little like something stepping behind a transparent curtain so you can’t directly touch it but nothing can stop you seeing it anyway. It’s honestly a relieving feeling to simply know he’s alive so I just fiddle with my hands as I make my way to the registration room.

I’ve only taken about twenty steps before a cold voice sounds, “What’s all the nonsense about you being matched?”

I start, stifling my yelp as Ken appears in front of me. His name is perhaps the most irksomely apt as he looks like a freaking Ken doll with blonde hair gelled back and painfully bright blue eyes. He raises an eyebrow as I shrug, then steps forwards so that I have to step back instinctively.

“You’re not serious?” he low key growls.

I nod, “I…I have. Matched, that is. I have a match.”

As I try and stumble over the words falling from my mouth, Ken fumes with himself for a moment before his face becomes stony and he shoves my shoulders once, “You’re not making it up?”

I shake my head, avoiding his gaze as he steps back in frustration. When I look back up, there’s something despondently sharp in his eyes, something I haven’t seen before, and I frown in confusion but he doesn’t give me enough time to recognise it.

I wonder if he has a reason to badger everyone about their matches. As far as I can remember, he’s been asking about them, as if he fears for his own but finds consolation in the idea that many other people haven’t been matched yet. Maybe looking like a Ken Doll is pressuring?

Any sympathy I’ve built for him is washed away when he shoves me backwards and I slam into the locker, the lock digging into my back.

I frown and rub it awkwardly as danger flashes red in his eyes before he calms down enough for blue to flood back into his eyes.

I blink, not believing I saw that.

Since when do his eye colours change? Or any eye colours? And since when have I been able to identify emotions from colours? I make myself a note to watch for anybody else’s eyes as well, so I can see if it was just a lack of sleep causing me to imagine things or if it’s something I seem to have missed all my life.

Ken steps on my foot, harshly bringing me back into the corridor and out of my thoughts. I give him a neutral look but he rolls his eyes.

Ken scowls, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you meet yours before I met mine? I’m literally perfect and you're…a catastrophe.”

“I’m not a catastrophe.” I argue, trying to think of reasons to fire back.

Phil? Who said you’re a catastrophe?

I hadn’t realised I’d shared those thoughts with Dan; my eyes widen.

Just Ken.

Who the hell is Ken?

Another guy like Mr Fishy.

Mr Fishy? Oh my god, you mean Ian? That’s the best code name ever, we should totally use it. But are you okay? I promise you’re not a catastrophe, you’re literally the most brilliant person…

Thanks Dan.

Screw Ken! See you soon Phil.

Dan’s sudden, unhesitating defence makes me smile so I dismiss the catastrophic thoughts whirling in my head and thank the heavens for whatever the whole thought-talking deal actually is. Thought talk…

I like that. I think I’m going to call it that from now on.

Huh?

Thought-talking. Thought talk sounds more believable than something as cringe as telepathy.

“Earth to Glitch!” Ken snaps and I blink, having forgotten that he was in front of me for a moment.

I didn’t know you heard that. Okay, good call. Thought talk it is. To be continued…

See you soon, Phil.

I hope so.

I hope so more.

“Glitch?!” I hear Harry exclaim behind me, “How dare you call him that!”

Once again, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by someone else talking. Dan and I both seem to mutually agree we can talk - or thought talk - later so I minutely shake my head, tuning my attention back to Harry and Laia, both of them currently glowering at Ken.

“Phil might not do anything but, I swear to you, if you call him a glitch once more…” Laia hisses.

“You’ll what? You’re just puny girls.” Ken laughs.

“What have you got against girls?” Rosie demands as she arrives, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

Ken turns to and glares at me but I simply shrug, “Your match might be a girl; you should be more open minded.”

“You’re a girl.” He mutters darkly, then turns and storms towards our classroom.

We all laugh, Michael and George appearing as we recover from hysteria, “What is happening?”

“K-Ken.” Laia explains between giggles.

“Can you believe he attempted to insult Phil by calling him a girl?” Rosie asks, then sobers, “Wait, do you guys find that offensive? Is that how you think?”

“No.” Michael shakes his head, “Not us, at least.”

“Is anyone up for a detention?” Harry asks.

“Harry, no.” I interrupt before she can expand on that potentially awful idea.

“Why? What did Ken say?” George asks.

“He called them puny.” I answer, giving Laia a look.

She sighs and shakes her head, “No, Phil, we all know what he said. There’s no way we can have you thinking you’re a glitch.”

Michael’s so shocked that he seems to have a coughing fit bad enough for his eyes to start watering. Rosie smacks him between the shoulder blades, sighing in relief as he takes a deep breath and grins, “Sorry, I swallowed the hallway wrong.”

“A glitch? Alright, seems like I have a free hour after school.” Sandra announces, silently having joined us as Harry offered a detention.

I groan but Laia smiles, “If Harry goes down, I’m falling with her.”

“For her, more like.” I murmur.

Sandra nods and impressively manages to roll her eyes at the same time, “Too right.”

“Seriously?” Harry rolls her eyes at us but George whacks her with his P.E kit.

“It’s true.” he confirms.

Harry and Laia exchange a glance, then admit defeat, sighing.

Sandra grins, “So, just the three of us?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Rosie holds her hand up, “No way I’m not coming.”

“Rosie, we’re making the video tonight.” I remind her.

“Damn.” she scowls, “Alright, fine. Michael will go for me.”

“Hell, yeah.” Michael smirks, probably already planning to use his martial arts skill set.

George groans as we decide we should probably actually go inside and get registered, “I can’t come!”

“Why not?” Sandra asks, then it dawns on her, “Oh, the basketball thing.”

“Guys, it’s okay.” I say, shaking my head at my ridiculous group of friends. I hold my hands up in apologetic surrender as I receive six identical glares of obvious exasperation.

“Wait, George, you can’t come?” Harry interrupts, something dawning on her as she constructs her plan. He shakes his head and causes the girls to share an undecipherable look before Rosie shakes her head at them and turns to me apologetically.

I already know what she’s going to say, and I think she knows that, but she says it anyway, “Sorry Phil, I have to avenge this. Just make a different video for tonight and I promise you - I solemnly swear to you - that I’ll make it for the next one.”

If she did for some reason expect me to be annoyed, she remains disappointed.

I just smile, “Okay. That’s fine, it’s not a big deal. You don’t have to do this, you know that, right?”

“I know. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do it to ease my own selfish consciousness.” Rosie suggests.

“And to spend time with me.” Michael laughs, winking.

I smile at them and shrug, knowing that once the two of them are joined, they won’t separate for as long as they can.

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Week In Review

The Week In Review is a roundup of interesting, inspiring or thought-provoking things I've read this week. "How are you to imagine anything if the images are always provided for you? To defend ourselves...we must learn to read. To stimulate our own imagination, to cultivate our own consciousness, our own belief system. We all need these skills to defend, to preserve, our own minds." -- Adrien Brody

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I'm so sorry things have been quiet around here! There's a bit [ok, a lot] of change in the air in my life and I'm eager to tell you about it in the days to come...until then, here's the week in review.

Fashion

Hypernormalisation and the Cult of Prada | Olivia Singer, AnOther Magazine

“I didn’t want to do the 70s… but it came out naturally,” [Miuccia Prada] said backstage. “It was an important moment for protest, for humanity. Now, protest is very necessary.” It would be too easy for Prada’s current sentiment to refer simply to the right-wing bent of contemporary politics. In fact, the liberal left finds itself, presently, in a particularly strange situation, fractured by competing discourses and isolated within digital echo chambers...

Here, Mrs Prada seemed to be reminding us of those activists who once determined the personal to be political and sought revolution through action rather than Facebook status; of the importance of authentic, human reality during a time when detachment is bearing particularly frightening consequences.

Trump is obsessed with what his staff wears. Don’t let their costumes distract you. | Robin Givhan, The Washington Post

Appearance matters, particularly at the White House. In some small way, the unruly, inartful, messy nature of politics is tempered by the dignity and solemnity of the place. There is something laudable about dressing in a manner that shows respect for everything that the White House represents. President George W. Bush understood that when he decreed jackets and ties for men entering the Oval Office. And in 2009, when President Obama loosened those rules, it caused a stir in official Washington. It also makes sense that if one wants to be taken seriously by a wildly diverse populace, it helps to embrace the universal style markers of professionalism, seriousness and authority. People also tend to stand up straighter and be more focused when their attire is more formal and elegant...But image is always secondary to substance. It may briefly distract from a narrative or add to it. But surely, it can’t change it.

As Trump pushes for U.S. manufacturing, 'Made in America' is losing its luster in the fashion world | David Pierson, Los Angeles Times

Long before Trump campaigned on the promise of reviving domestic manufacturing, time-tested labels such as Gitman Bros., Filson and Red Wing Shoes were touting their “Made in USA” roots and encouraging customers to buy American menswear at a time when competitors had long fled to cheaper countries. They rode a wave of popularity in the aftermath of the 2008 financial crisis as trendsetters began rejecting fast-fashion brands like H&M and embracing traditionally stodgy ones like Brooks Bros. — an acknowledgment that it was better to buy pieces that lasted than support wasteful fads...

Now, some of those same companies, as well as more recently established ones, are wondering what the “Made in USA” label will mean under the new administration. Will it continue to stand for craftsmanship and style, or amount to an endorsement of Trump’s policies — or even the president himself?...“Is ‘Made in USA’ in danger of becoming ‘Make Made in USA Great Again’?” said Jonathan Wilde, editor of GQ.com...

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Politics

Donald Trump, the refugee ban, and the triumph of cruelty | Dylan Matthews, Vox

...what is uniquely repulsive about Trump’s travel restrictions and refugee ban. It’s not just that they’re dumb, or wrong-headed, or unjustified. They’re cruel...Public cruelty, the cruelty of governments and the men and women who run them, has an end; it is meant to achieve something, whether that be racial purity and national rebirth, or a classless industrialized society, or more modest goals, like satisfying nativist urges to preserve the racial and religious character of the nation, or at least not let it change too much. And this kind of goal-oriented cruelty is enabled by the unique and vast ability of governments to instill fear in those over which they wield power.

It is easier to be cruel as a public official, because it is easier to see one’s victims as an abstraction.

All the times Republicans expressed moral outrage at Donald Trump’s threats to bar Muslims from the US | Dan Kopf, Quartz

Republican leaders vehemently condemned the suggestion from the billionaire upstart who was then leading in the GOP primary race. “Offensive and unconstitutional,” were the words of Mike Pence—before he joined Trump’s ticket as his vice president. Speaker of the House Paul Ryan said it was “not conservatism.” Senate majority leader Mitch McConnell called it “completely inconsistent” with American values. Even former vice president Dick Cheney said it “goes against everything we stand for and believe in.”

...Still, since Trump signed yesterday’s executive order, no major Republican leader has yet spoken out against Trump’s order.

The Economist’ Just Downgraded the US From a ‘Full Democracy’ to a ‘Flawed Democracy’ | John Nichols, The Nation

A country must maintain an 8.00 rating (on measures of the electoral process and pluralism, civil liberties, the functioning of government, political participation and political culture). The US rating was 8.05 last year. It is now 7.98; and index ranking for the US has fallen to number 21—just behind Japan, just ahead of the Republic of Cabo Verde. The United States is not ranked with the world’s authoritarian states; it’s in the company of Bulgaria, France, India, and Mongolia. But the US is no longer ranked in the “full democracy” category with Australia, Canada, Germany, and the United Kingdom. And it is ranked well below social democracies such as Norway (#1 on the 2016 Democracy Index), Iceland (#2), and Sweden (#3).

For small-d democrats who are worried about Trump and Trumpism, the latest Democracy Index provides vital perspective. The new president is a bad player. He disrespects and disregards democratic values, encourages distrust of democratic infrastructure, and expresses disdain for the essential source of information in a democracy: a free and skeptical and questioning press that is willing to speak truth to power.

But even before Trump entered the presidential race, the crisis was real, and it was metastasizing...the combination of big-money politics; lobbying abuses that tip the balance of power to corporate interests; underfunded and dysfunctional media; assaults on labor rights; the gutting of voting rights; and the manipulation of election systems by partisans was undermining the infrastructure of democracy.

West Africa - from dictators' club to upholder of democracy | BBC News

And as one democracy stumbles, others rise.

For a long time, [the political situation in West Africa] was an all-male club and members called each other "my brother president". Indeed they still do, even though there have been two female interlopers in the past decade. Members did not care very much how "the brothers" came to be heads of state. You could be elected to the position in dodgy elections, or in fairly conducted elections and then change the rules, you could assume the position through a coup d'etat. For as long as you could show you had firm control over your country, you were a "brother president"...It is difficult to determine exactly when things began to change but gradually fortunes changed for the personalities who had appeared to be perpetual opposition figures.

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Environment & Humanity

How A Hollywood Prop Artist Could Help Stop Poaching At Its Source | Jason G. Goldman, Good Magazine

Though the nation’s indigenous cultures have eaten sea turtle eggs for centuries, illegal poaching has drastically reduced populations...Yet a poacher is just one cog in a massive criminal enterprise: Arrest one and he or she will quickly be replaced. Addressing the problem means identifying middlemen who transfer eggs into the global marketplace, as well as their transportation routes and storage facilities. To stop this crime before sea turtles and their eggs disappear forever, wildlife rangers will need to trick thieves into revealing their networks.

Biologist Kim Williams-Guillén, who directs scientific research for conservation group Paso Pacífico, is working with Hollywood prop stylist Lauren Wilde to test a creative solution: a handcrafted decoy called the “InvestEGGator.” A poacher who swipes one will unwittingly help map out a vast criminal system via GPS and a trail leading authorities and conservationists to a potential bust.

How Bucking the Climate Change Accord Would Hinder the Fight Against HIV/AIDS | Brian King via Truthout

While there have been remarkable improvements in combating the HIV/AIDS epidemic in the Global South, managed HIV faces other challenges beyond accessing lifesaving drugs. Food production and food security, which are tied to shifting climate dynamics, place additional burdens upon social and natural environments in resource-scarce settings.

Managed HIV is survival, and this survival depends not just on access to antiretroviral drugs but also on a gamut of social and environmental resources that have become necessary to meet health needs in the era of global climate change.

Our New Age of Contempt | Karen Stohr, The New York Times

It may seem as though the best response to Trump’s contempt is to return it in kind, treating him the same way he treats others. The trouble, though, is that contempt toward Trump does not function in the same way that his contempt toward others functions. Even if we grant that Trump deserves contempt for his attitudes and behaviors, his powerful social position insulates him from the worst of contempt’s effects. It is simply not possible to disregard or diminish the agency of the president of the United States. This means that contempt is not a particularly useful weapon in the battle against bigotry or misogyny. The socially vulnerable cannot wield it effectively precisely because of their social vulnerability.

The better strategy for those who are already disempowered is to reject contempt on its face. Returning contempt for contempt legitimizes its presence in the public sphere. The only ones who benefit from this legitimacy are the people powerful enough to use contempt to draw the boundaries of the political community as they see fit. Socially vulnerable people cannot win the battle for respect by using contempt as a way to demand it.

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What did you read this week?

Feature image: A family of immigrants arrive at Ellis Island, courtesy the National Park Service, Statue of Liberty National Museum

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