#gotta clean this up but template in a bit hold on

[kanos]

coming out of my hole today to post a template and then leave

[fuelled-by-fanfiction-archived]

SFW Alphabet: Adam Ruzek

Originally I was gonna do an NSFW alphabet, but when I came  across this template the sappy romantic in me jumped out. Also, I seem to get great reactions when I post for Adam so he’s the one I wanted to do first!

I found this template on @anonymous-sideblog .

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Adam is really, really affectionate. As long as you’re good with PDA, then there’s no keeping him away from you. Even at work, he’s gotta have an arm around your waist or a guiding hand on your back. At Molly’s, he’ll pull you into his lap and spend the entire evening cuddling into you. And then at home.....it’s like having a baby koala. To two of you have to be in arm’s reach at all times. It’s a rule.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Adam probably confessed his feelings to you after getting lashed at Molly’s (he needed a little liquid courage to get it out). The night ended with you letting him crash at your place, and the two of you actually talking things out over coffee and Advil the next morning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Adam. Loves. Cuddling. It’s gotten to the point where he actually can’t sleep unless you’re beside him, because it makes him worry that he can’t protect you. Normally he’s the big spoon because he like to make you feel safe but if it’s been a bad night then he’s got no qualms with curling up in bed with you holding him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s definitely gotten much more domestic since he’s been with you. He’s gone from ordering takeout every night to being able to actually cook dinner for the two of you. If you’ve had a long day he’ll do his absolute best to make sure that you come home to a clean house with a nice dinner.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Adam would probably sit you down and just tell it to you straight. He wouldn’t appoint or alleviate blame, he’d just get it over with and tell you that even though things aren’t working out, the time he’d spent with you had been the best time of his life.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Adam’s been engaged three times before, so it’s safe to say that both of you are hesitant. You’re not too concerned about what’s going to happen, you’re more focused on the present.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Two words: gentle giant. You know what Adam does in the job, what he has to do in the line of work. He tries his utmost to not bring work home, but sometimes it just slips. He’s learnt not to slam doors and shout during arguments (sometimes the hard way, I’m afraid),

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bear hugs, side hugs, sleepy hugs, drunk hugs, sad hugs, tight hugs, lift-you-off-the-ground-and-swing-you-around-when-you’re-least-expecting-it hugs. The man has got range.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I’d say Adam says it fairly quick. He’d never make you feel pressured to say it back, and whenever you’re ready he’ll gladly reciprocate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He finds great pleasure in in striding over to you and locking lips with you in front of whoever’s ballsy enough to flirt with you. If it’s at work, he’s gonna do the exact same. End of story.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Cheek kisses if you’re at work, nose kisses to make you smile, neck kisses when he’s teasing, forehead kisses when he’s being protective. Adam likes to be kissed anywhere and everywhere, but he’ll never really tell you his favourite.

But I sure as hell will. It’s when you cup his face in your hands and plant little kisses all over his face until you finally give him a proper kiss. He blushes like crazy afterwards and everyone calls him whipped but it’s worth it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s awesome with kids. One time you and him babysat your nieces and nephews and you still think that they like him more than they like you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Adam is by no means an early bird. Most of your mornings spent with him consist of lazy cuddling, sleepy kisses and having to drag him out of the bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’re both generally quite tired after work, so your time together mainly consists of food, hanky panky and sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adam’s pretty open. He doesn’t want any personal secrets between the two of you. The only thing he refuses to share about is work (that’s if you’re not a cop/in Intelligence). He doesn’t want to drag you down with him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s got a bit of a short temper, but not when it comes to you. He’s learned that you have no tolerance for raised voices and slammed doors, so he’s learned to not bring the anger work gives him home.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Adam prides himself on being a good boyfriend. He remembers everything: the date of the day you first went out, your favorite colour, your birthday, your childhood pets’ names, anything you’ve ever told him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the first night you stayed over. You were so shy and nervous, which he thought was adorable. You went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed facing away from each other. But when he woke up the next morning, he had both arms around you and you were curled up on his chest. After a few minutes spent looking down at you with a smile, he tried to pull away but you threw an arm around him and pulled him in tighter. He’d never been happier than in that moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s protective to the point of overbearingness. Whenever possible he protects you physically (stepping in front of you, holding you close, covering your body with his). He needs to have you with him so he knows he can keep you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Though he fairs well in all the other departments, Adam is terrible at romance. His idea of a romantic date night is takeout and a basketball game. It’s generally falls on you to bring the romance to the table.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Like I said, he’s overprotective to the point of being overbearing. It pisses you off because sometimes it seems like he doesn’t trust you enough to be responsible.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Adam likes to make sure that he’s well kept. And as for your looks? He really couldn’t care less. As long as you look after yourself, your personality is all that really matters.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, absolutely. You are, quite literally, the light of his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He love sit when you take care of him when he’s hurt. He pretends to hate it and tried to swat your hand away, but he loves it when you go over his wounds again and again and treat him like he’s fragile.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who’s cocky or arrogant (I know, the pot calling the kettle black). He’s a little egotistical, so he definetly needs someone to balance him out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Sleeps like a freight train. He takes over the entire bed, meaning you can either sleep in the tiny gap left or cuddle up to him (he acts like it’s an accident, but it’s really not). He finds it difficult to sleep without you, because he’s gotten so used to having you in the bed beside him.

Not to be a twat, but it’s taken me over three and a half hours over four days to write this. Please, please, please leave some feedback. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and it was a genuine pain in the goddamn ass to finish.

[fictitiouspastery]

I didn’t realize season three of litg came out so here are my thoughts so far!

Pros:

- I’m glad that even though it is half the days as the first season, they kept the longer part lengths. It will definitely feel longer then season one.

- apparently a lot more female love interests? AJ is my wife and I don’t think I’ll end up switching but you never know. I am holding out hope for Iona because she’s hot af but I feel like AJ might be the only love interest in the og group. It’s nice to do a female li path that gives you actual options instead of “here’s one I guess, maybe another but she comes so late that you barely have any time with her”.

- you can kiss AJ twice??? In the first two days?? AND IT DOESNT COST GEMS????? Praise the lord I was so happy. The game seems to be giving us a lot of free 1 on 1 scenes with the love interests which is very appreciated. Even with the male li’s in previous seasons it took a few days for things to get going. But this season you’ve got free scenes with who you’re coupled up with as well as with boys you aren’t, such as Camilo after dinner.

- maybe it’s just cause it’s early days but everyone’s a lot more chill then in season two. Usually you had at least one girl who got partnered up and was immediately like “anyone who looks at this boy get their tits cut off” and it was always a source of drama. But this season even girls who are really happy in their couples are chill with you flirting with the guys and voicing your opinions. They even don’t make that big a deal out of you being popular, even though it does come up. Maybe it’s just the choices I’ve picked but MC doesn’t really have any enemies rn so I’m happy. I’m also glad there was a kissing challenge where it really was just kiss whoever you want no one cares.

- I know a lot of people are bummed that Seb and Nikky won’t be love interests. I thought Nikky was really cute and wanted to see what his route was like. But I’m very glad that the game tells you straight up that they aren’t possible to romance so that you don’t waste your time. I didn’t play as it came out last season but I know a lot of people felt cheated that Noah wasn’t romancable and you can only get his route if you know what you’re doing. So even though I’m bummed, we won’t have weeks of Will they won’t they with non li guys.

- lmao people are not nearly as mean when you use free outfits. They say it doesn’t stand out, but usually compliment you after and it doesn’t come off as snarky as it did in previous seasons

Cons:

- I don’t like the art as much?? Most of the actual characters are fine but I hate the design options for MC. I really loved how pretty the MC templates were from season 2, and I kinda wish they had just reused some assets. They just don’t look as well proportioned? It also would have been great to keep our wardrobe between season but I get the devs gotta get that coin and keep people buying gems. Idk I just wish I had my old MC back. I also want access to Elladine’s body type as an option please she is so hot.

- a few of the characters seem very close to season two characters? Mostly Bill. He has a lot of the same characteristics as Gary but without the charm. He likes beer and chilling with his friends and works in construction and seems to have a lot of the same pick up lines. But he doesn’t have the physique that Gary has that really sells that kind of character. He’s very lean and clean, and looks more like he works a tech start up in California. I find him a bit boring. Iona is hot but she doesn’t have much personality yet besides “bad girl”. She seems very much like Jo when she first entered the villa and was still confident. I hope she gets fleshed out more. That goes for most of the girls actually. There was a lot of girl bonding time in season two that event though there was a lot of drama, made the female contestants feel like actual characters.

- I don’t really see the comparisons between Harry and Lucas? They’re both Asian but that’s about it. Harry is smaller, leaner, and gives off a more young vibe, and the bangs sell his shy attitude. He’s insecure but excited to be there. Lucas was ripped and was very confident. He was reserved but very posh and only had trouble fitting in because of how he spoke. Didn’t stop him though.

- I am a bit disappointed that the season is half length. I get why they did that though, and I’m sure it will be fun!

Looking forward:

- better clothing options! I’m not really digging the ones now so I hope we get some!

- fleshing out the characters! Like I said above, I want to see more personality. When I first played Season 2, I was impressed that a mobile game made characters that felt as fleshed out (or at least fun) as they were. It felt like everyone actually was friends by the end which was nice.

- I really want to see the other female li’s! And also that really buff dude in the promos?

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Two

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"Ah!" I squeal with a small giggle laced through it, Nikki's lips pressing to my shoulder while he pulls out of me and his cum spills on the inside of my thighs that are wide open.

My leg's hooked over his hip as he lays behind me with his arm snaking around my waist, between my breasts, while his hand has a solid hold on my throat.

When he's done, he's pressing one last kiss to my cheek before rolling over on his back, reaching for something on his night table.

I shift to my back, staring up at the mirrored ceiling to see him holding something out to me.

I turn my head to look at him just as he's taking my hand and sliding my wedding ring back on, pressing a little kiss to my hand before grabbing at my jaw assertively, kissing me.

"Apology accepted." I say once he pulls away.

"Yeah, ditto." He chuckles, kissing me one last time before I'm giving out a content sigh and sitting up to go shower.

Once I get out, I dry off and wrap myself in a towel, brushing through my wet hair with my fingers as I step into our bedroom to get some lotion on and get dressed.

"Wait, wait." Nikki stops me as I squeeze lotion onto my hand and I look up at him and raise my brows, seeing him grab his camera from the drawer in the nightstand. "Okay, drop the towel and oil up nice: I'm gonna need something to keep me company while I'm in the studio for countless hours the next several weeks."

I roll my eyes and hold back a smile, throwing my towel at him and it hits him in the face.

"Woo!" He cheers, tossing the towel away and I cover my chest just as the flash goes off and I shake my head a little, ignoring him collecting the dispensed Polaroid as I start putting my moisturizer on.

When I'm finished, I'm pulling on sweat pants and hooking my bra, about to pull a tank top on.

"Hey, Viv?" Nikki asks me.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Is the Lord's prayer important?"

I furrow my brows, finding it odd that's he's asking.

"Well, it's the template Jesus gave Christians to use when praying so yes, it's very important." I reply and he nods a little.

"So...like...what is the prayer, exactly?"

I drop the tank-top in my hands, my eyes widen, and I look at him like he's lost his mind.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Nikki Sixx?"

"Ha, ha." He sarcastically lets out.

"No, seriously, either you're a clone, had a bad dose of drugs, or your body is officially done with and dying and God's jabbing at you to throw one last 'hail Mary' attempt at salvation before you croak."

"No, I just wanna know what I need to say when I pray to you." He replies with a smirk and I pretend to nearly trip and fall on the floor as if it's slippery.

"Woah, woah, woah, you gotta give me a warning before you say something so slick." I tell him, grinning and he pulls me onto him, laughing. "And to answer your question, it's 'Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen'." I finish, deciding he wasn't even listening, but I have a weird feeling he's taking notes. "Seriously, though, why're you asking?" I add, my fingers fiddling with the various necklaces hanging around his neck.

A devious, childish, sneaky little tug of his lips his highlighting the "up to no good" look in his hazel eyes as his pointer finger traces the crucifix around my neck before meeting my gaze.

"Just curious."

Just a dumbass.

I finish dressing before stepping out to check the mail.

When I come back, I realize there's a handwritten note pinned to the door.

It's signed by our accountant and I roll my jaw.

It was $2,500.00 last May, which means he's been going through $5,000.00 a day.

"Uh, Nikki?!" I call coming into the house with the mail and the letter, going to our bedroom where he's plucking at his bass, waving the letter.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Sixx 1 & 2,

Sixx 1 is still spending exponential amounts of money on heroin a day. I left a warning last May, and said Nikki will either be dead or the two of you will be completely broke by May this year. That still stands because the amount being spent has doubled since then. Slow down." I read it off. "Nikki, it was $2,500.00 last time so he's saying you're currently spending $5,000.00 a day on smack?!" I raise my voice. "How the hell can someone possibly do that much heroin--or any freaking drug--in one day?!"

"Viv--"

"--That's $1.6 million a year! Did we even make that much last year!" I scream.

"We? Vivian, you've never worked a day in your fucking life. There is no 'we made', it's what I made. And because I'm the one who made the money, I can do whatever the hell I want with it so just hop off."

"Nikki, baby, we have bills, and insurance didn't cover as much on my time in the hospital and follow-ups as we had hoped so we have to spend money on necessities and not..." I trail off, calming myself down, rubbing my forehead, trying not to start crying.

"Viv, I'll handle it." He tells me after a moment of quiet between us. "Alright?"

I rub my lips together, letting out a sigh as he holds his hand out to take the stack of bills from me.

I hand them over, not saying a word more, before leaving him to continue scraping up motivation to actually write something.

He wrote "Wild Side", which completely reworks and assaults the Lord's prayer...then the bastard listed me as a co-write because, "well you told me what the prayer was to begin with so technically you helped me write it."

When the conservatives went digging around once the album was released, they dragged me through the mud when they saw my name attached to a bastardized version of something sacred to christianity and I heard every degrading, yet passive, insult any holier-than-thou Bible-biddy could throw at me.

I stopped going to church for quite a while after that because I didn't even want to face the possibility of all those people smiling in my face while thinking, "she's not the really for God."

"Valentine's Day?" I ask Doc, raising my brows. "...Really?"

"Well, they wanna get a good feel of Nikki and you're obviously a part of his life, so they figured spending Valentine's Day with you two would be pretty interesting." He explains.

"I don't want anybody getting a good feel of Nikki's anything." I reply stubbornly, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, and Viv won't let me pull out the really special techniques while someone's in the house with us." Nikki adds. "And she only lets me do them on special occasions."

"Nobody's feeling anybody else, and you two sodomites can have all the fun you want once the interview is done with. It'll take four hours, tops." Doc says, looking at Nikki. "We're gonna have to start promoting the album."

This is the selling point.

Nikki sighs, rubbing his face, groaning.

"Fine." He gives up, looking at me. "We can entertain the nosy bastard for a few hours, I guess."

"I suppose." I roll my eyes.

"Thank you." Doc let's out with relief.

"Was that it?" I ask him, glancing around his office.

"Oh, yeah." He nods.

"We drove down here just for you to tell us something you could have easily called and told us over the phone?" Nikki asks next.

"Yeah, 'cause I wanted to see how you look and sure enough you look like shit." Doc states and Nikki rolls his eyes. "Which reminds me, clean up your house and make yourself seem like you're not on drugs. K?" Doc gives us a parting word of advice as we stand up to leave.

"Yeah, yeah, got it." Nikki waves him off, leaving in front of me.

"Viv." Doc says to me and I nod reassuringly.

"I'll make sure he keeps it together for the interview."

"Thank you, you two be careful on the way home."

"We will, bye." I shut the door and follow Nikki out to his Jeep.

"I really don't feel like dealing with the press." He grumbles, looking at me now with his sunglasses on and I give him a small smile.

"Maybe it won't be that bad."

"I don't like people I don't fuck with in my house. It's my house. My space. It isn't a fucking amusement park that's open for review." He cranks the car and I put my seat belt on.

"Baby?"

"What?" He says a little harsh.

"It will be okay." I pat his fluffy hair. "K?"

He doesn't answer, actually pouting like a spoiled little boy.

When he ignores me, about to start driving, I raise a brow, unbuckle, and my fingers slowly fumble with the button on his jeans as his pout falters and his smirk replaces it, followed by the sound of a content, groan-filled sigh, and the back of his head hitting the back of his seat when I get my mouth around his prick.

Once we get home I'm wiping the remains of slobber and cum from my lips and he's struggling to keep his legs from collapsing.

"Are you okay?" I ask him smugly when his leg shakes a little bit as he unlocks the front door.

"Watch it, Sixx." He warns as he points at me, his hand popping me on the ass when I walk in front of him to go inside, and I let out a small shriek, following it with a laugh.

My laughter abruptly stops when I see Vanity watching T.V.

She actually seems sober enough, but she looks like she just came off of a bender.

Nikki and I look at each other.

"Oh, there you are. Nikki wasn't answering the phone and I wanted to see him." She tells us, her eyes glued him, and he sighs.

"Well, I'm here. What do you want?" He asks her in a snap, taking his jacket off.

"Nikki, quit being rude." I tell him quietly.

"Showing up to people's houses uninvited is rude." He replies, glaring at her.

"Not when I gave her the code to the gate and a key." I state.

His eyes bug for a second and he's raising his brows at me.

"You what?"

"Tansy has the code and a key, Tommy, Vince and Mick have the code and a key. Izzy, Steven, Slash, Duff, Axl--"

"--That's different." He cuts me short.

"How? They're our friends and so is she." I point out.

"If I'm not welcome I can just go." She says, grabbing her coat.

"Bye." Nikki says just as I say, "no, it's okay."

He and I give each other dirty looks.

"I was actually about to start cooking dinner and invite some friends over so feel free to stay, please." I offer to her. "Nikki, I need your help in the kitchen."

He follows me and I yank on the ends of his hair once we're alone, scolding him.

"Will you stop being a jackass to her?!" I whisper-yell.

"Can you stop being so fucking nice to people? It's stupid."

"Oh, God forbid Nikki Sixx be married to someone who's not a complete bitch." I roll my eyes, grabbing a few pans from our cabinet and he let's out a heavy breath.

"She's fucking crazy, Vivian." He argues and I turn to face him.

"You say the same thing about me any time I piss you off. I really believe she's a good girl, Nikki. She just needs one, good, solid friend that isn't just friends with her to have someone to do drugs with." I explain.

"Oh, yeah, Viv, she's really good...at being a fucking slut."

I pop him in the side of the face and point my finger at him.

"You don't talk like that about Vince or Tommy or Robbin so why the hell talk like that about her?"

"Because she is one." He ignores me and I let out a breath. "Some of the dudes she's fucked are married." He adds.

"Tansy has slept with married men, is she a slut, too?" I ask him and he rolls his jaw. "What I thought."

"Viv, I really don't--"

"Okay, Nikki. Whatever you say." I interrupt him, grabbing some things from the fridge. "She's an awful person, got it. Can you please help me with this so I can clean up the house some?" I ask.

He hesitates for a second before opening the packet of chicken on the counter I pulled from the fridge.

"Thank you." I smile, kissing his cheek, before leaving him alone so I can get the house in nice shape.

To say Nikki projected shit onto Vanity would be an understatement. Her hands weren't clean, of course, but he would often externally put her down the way he internally put himself down for what the two of them were doing to me. It was moments like that, that I looked back on after finding everything out, and would want to hit myself.

He practically told me they were sleeping together without actually saying "hey, I'm screwing this woman that you think is your friend, and you're being too nice and naive to think we wouldn't do that to you."

"Tommy and Heather, Vince and Sharise, Tansy and Vanity, Duff, Slash, Steven, Izzy and Axl." I tell Mick how many people will be at dinner and I hear him let out a breath on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know, Viv." He tells me.

"Mick, c'mon, I haven't seen you very much the past year."

"I don't know..."

"Mick--"

"--Mick, get your ass over here so we can have a good time. We're gonna see you in the studio tomorrow, anyway, so just come celebrate the commencement of the start of the new album." Nikki says after he takes the phone from me.

Mick says something and Nikki grins.

"Alright, bye." He hangs up. "He's in." He tells me.

"Thank you for snatching the phone from me, dickhead." I say, half-joking.

"Okay, I am this close," he holds his pointer finger and thumb centimeters apart from each other. "to bending you over my knee and beating your ass."

"Promise?" I reply, grinning, and he tugs me closer to him, but just before our lips meet, Vanity is walking--more so bursting--into the kitchen.

"Nikki, when are we hanging out?" She asks him, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Nikki's hands dig into my hips as if he's channeling his frustration instead of being rude.

I know what "hangout" means, and I don't need him cracked out, especially not now with guests coming over soon.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Vanity." I explain to her as politely as I can.

"Why not?" She asks me.

"Just not aright now." Nikki tells her, actually more tolerant than he was earlier.

I don't know if I'm shocked because he's not being an ass to her, or because he's  turning down the opportunity to go hit a crackpipe. 

Vanity looks at me for a split second--a very short, nearly millisecond--as if I'm the fucking Devil, before it vanishes and she smiles at us.

"Okay, I'm gonna be in the bathroom freshening up." She tells us, walking in the direction of the guest bathroom, and I let out a breath when she's gone.

"You mean you don't wanna greet our guests naked, waving a gun, and accuse them of being the FBI before opening fire?" I ask him.

He just gives me an unamused look.

"I'm gonna go change before that 'ass beating' is administered." I suggest.

"Yeah, good idea."

I change, put on some makeup, and run my fingers through my hair to comb it out before stepping into the kitchen to help Nikki finish up.

I'm met with uncooked food.

"Uh...Nikki?!" I call, glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm.

People will be here any minute.

I go looking for him, smelling the familiarity of cocaine.

"Oh my God." I say to myself, opening the guest bedroom to see Nikki and Vanity crouched over their pipes with a mountain of blow out.

They look at me with wild eyes.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings.

"Please be someone sober. Please be someone sober." I repeat, shutting the door as I step to the door.

I open it to reveal Duff and the guys.

"I need help." I tell them, sounding panicked. "Nikki and Vanity's cracked out."

"Um, w-we were gonna ask you for help." Duff tells me.

"What, why?"

They move over and I see Tansy, shaking a little.

"Are you--"

Before I can finish, a familiar "BANG" is sounding through the house and is joined with a loud, ear-shattering shriek of glass breaking, and we hit the ground, Duff securing me under him before a second shot is fired, breaking more glass, causing Tansy to start screaming and crying from under Axl and Steven.

I thank God when Nikki doesn't shoot again, instead the sound of him scrambling to get to his closet, and the sound of Vanity's heels scampering along with him has me sighing with relief. I hear him slam our bedroom door, and Duff runs his thumbs under my eyes to wipe at tears that I had no idea were even coming out of me.

"Holy shit." Izzy mumbles. 

"Are you okay?" Duff asks me and I nod as he helps me up.

"Tansy?" I ask her gently, she's got her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face.

Axl carefully steps into the house as I continue to reassure Tansy.

"Uh, Viv?" Axl asks.

"I got it, Viv." Steven tells me, trying to calm Tansy down.

I follow Axl into the house, and I'm taken back by the sight of our entire ceiling in the living room shattered over our couches, the carpet, the coffee table, the T.V., it's a giant sheet of sparkling, sharp, shards of mirror.

It seems like forever just staring at the damage done to my house, and I'm unable to get words to come out of my mouth.

"Dude, is Tansy alright?" Tommy's voice sounds at the door and we snap around to see him.

I hear Heather and Sharise outside before Vince comes in behind Tommy, their brows raising at the sight of the mess.

"Hooollllyyyy..." the blonde singer drags out.

"You alright?" Axl asks me, and anger rolls through me, my teeth grinding together.

"Viv?" Tommy adds.

"Doc. Bob. Now." Is all I'm able to say.

"On it." Tommy doesn't waste a minute stepping through the glass to get to the phone in the living room while Axl tugs me back outside to avoid murdering Nikki.

That was the first straw that began the process of breaking the camel's back.

[writeyourownlifestory]

Sucker Punched

Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: IT Rating: M Warnings: Mention of past child // psychological abuse, Fight Club!au Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, learning to love yourself

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By the time Eddie was 13, he was allergic to peanuts, tree nuts, and several cooking oils. By 15, he had never swum in gym class and never went to a friend’s birthday party or had one of his own. By 16, Eddie knew that he liked looking at boys rather than looking at girls, though that didn’t seem to matter at the time. By 18, he had graduated high school and that was the end of his social life. And by 21, Eddie’s life had been torn to pieces.

He was a victim of Munchausen syndrome by proxy and now left without a mother, without a home, and without a clue. On top of being told he should go to group therapy, his caseworker had also suggested doing something to blow off some steam. Join a book club or go to the gym. Or maybe join a need-to-know based fight club. Either or.

Chapter’s one - two 

Eddie thought, as a nice gesture, he would surprise Ben and take him out to lunch.

He got off of work earlier than he thought he would. They didn’t have that much to unpack and restock onto the shelves. It was pretty slow on this particular day, so the need for any extra baggers or cashiers wasn’t as high as always. The manager of the store gave Eddie the option to skip out forty-five minutes earlier than he was scheduled to leave.

He didn’t jump at the chance to leave, but he took it regardless. Walking down the street, he thought it would be a good idea to head into the gym that Ben frequented at and see if he’d be interested in grabbing something to eat.

He knew Ben’s routine as well as his own. He wakes up and goes for his run. If he was closing, then he’d come home, eat breakfast and hang around the house. Sometimes he would do a bit of work in his room, rearranging some of his models or creating an online template for future projects. And then he’d go to the gym and work out for an hour or two. He’d come home and show, help with dinner and then either go out with Beverly or Mike before returning home for the night.

If he was opening, then he’d still go out running, but he would do it far earlier and make a protein shake or take something portable. He’d go to work and then get out, heading straight for the gym when he was finished, and then come home, shower, help with dinner, and then go out.

He’d usually go to the gym around the same time regardless if he was opening or closing, so Eddie had a pretty good shot of him being there.

He slipped inside, looking around in hopes of spotting him. He came up empty, but waited a bit, thinking maybe he was in the back room. He stood there for nearly five minutes, looking completely out of place in his work shirt and jeans.

“Ay, Eduardo!” A voice called out to him. He looked up, seeing Richie sitting up from a machine he was on. Ben had mentioned calling it a ‘crunch machine’ or something like that. Richie pulled off his headphone, the sound of the music muffled, but still loud enough for Eddie to hear just slightly. “He’s not here.”

“What?”

“Haystack. He’s not here. Bev stopped by and grabbed him maybe about fifteen minutes ago.” Richie explained.

Right. So Eddie had been on the money with the timing but missed him by a few minutes. He wasn’t surprised that Beverly had come and snatched him away. Any time she wasn’t in the group meeting or working at her aunt’s boutique, she was with Ben.

It was fair enough since they were best friends. Eddie didn’t know if that was what being a best friend was, always wanting to be around them and do everything with them.

Or maybe it was more than friendship.

Eddie didn’t know either way.

“Oh. Thank you.”

“No problemo. You wanna do a few sets?”

“Few what?”

“Sets, dude! Gotta work on those gains!”

Eddie just stared, babbled by whatever the hell he was even saying. Mke walked by then, slapping the back of Richie’s head as he passed. “Speak English, dumbass.” He prompted.

“Ah! Geez, Hanlon. Hands-off outside the ring.” Richie mumbled, standing from the machine.

“I think you’re supposed to wipe those down,” Eddie mentioned as Richie approached him.

“Though, do you wanna work out? I’m always down for some tag-team pumping.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Eddie grumbled with a heavy sigh. “But, if you’re asking me to work out, I’m gonna decline. Not exactly in the right attire.”

“That’s fine! Just take the pants off. Boxers and gym shorts are similar enough.”

Eddie scoffed, wrinkling his nose at the idea. “Dude, no.”

“I’m kidding! I’m done anyway,” Richie reached into his pocket, turning off the music playing from his phone and detached the headphones, pulling them off his neck. He wrapped the wire around and around, tightening it before looping it through his arm to hold onto. “Did you walk here?”

“I don’t have a car,” Eddie told him.

No car, no license. He knew the town was small enough, allowing him to walk just about everywhere, but he knew how pathetic it sounded.

Eddie’s whole existence was pathetic at this point.

“Are you going home?”

“Not like I have anywhere else to go,” Eddie answered with a small shrug.

“Want a lift?” Richie questioned. “I don’t have work tonight, so I don’t have anywhere else to go either.”

Eddie shook his head slightly. “It’s fine,”

“Can I walk with you?” Richie asked, taking a step closer. “I don’t mean to be pushy. Just. Super bored and figured a conversation would shake things up a bit. If you don’t want to be bothered, just say so.”

Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he had been bothered. He thought of all the times when he was little when his mother would take away the comic books he had borrowed from the library or forced him to watch the children's programming she had found on tv even though he was over eighteen.

Eddie also couldn’t remember the last time someone cared if he was bothered. He was so used to just doing what other people wanted him to do, what his mother wanted him to do, that being given options seemed so rare and new to him.

Richie waved a hand over Eddie’s face slowly. “You okay? Your eyes sort of glazed over there.”

Eddie blinked, not realizing he had been starring, drifting off into his thoughts. “I’m fine.”

Richie bobbed his head firmly. “All right. Well, do you want that ride or not?”

“Sure,” Eddie replied, deciding he had nothing to lose.

Richie beamed, his eyes lighting up behind those thick glasses of his. He followed Richie out to the parking lot, walking over to the car that appeared to be his. He didn’t know much about the car but knew it was nice enough. An older model. He had seen it once before, on the cover of a car magazine at the pharmacy.

“Ain't she a beaut!” Richie said as they approached the car.

It was blue, or at least it was supposed to be, but dirt stains and other things were covering it. Eddie couldn’t tell if it was dented or the car was just oddly shaped. Eddie just gave a small nod, letting Richie toss his gym back into the back before getting into the driver’s seat.

“Come on, big man!”

Eddie got into the passenger side of the car, surprised to find it somewhat clean. He had a McDonald's cup sitting in the cup holder and the air freshener hanging on the mirror didn’t seem to be working because the car itself smelt like grease and cigarettes.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” Richie told him as they pulled out of the car. “Do you mind if I peel into the Wendy’s on Union?”

“That’s fine,” Eddie replied smoothly.

Richie turned on the stereo the moment they hit the road. He had his music playing, a bunch of bands playing alternative rock songs that Eddie didn’t know. “You can change it if you want to. All music is good music to me,”

Eddie didn’t touch the radio. He let it play on as they drove, with Richie lowering it as they got to the drive-through. He half-shouted his order, pausing so he could turn back to Eddie. “What do you want?”

“What?”

“To eat? 4 for 4? Baconator fries? Spicy nuggets? Throw me a bone here, Eduardo.”

“My name is Eddie. Short for Edward.”

“Okay Edward, what do you want?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Dude, it’s fast food. You don’t eat fast food because you’re hungry. You eat it because it’s cheap and filling.” The muffled, machinal voice from the ordering box asked if that was all. “Hang on, one sec! Eds, pick something.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“You just got off of work, right? Did you have lunch?” Eddie gave Richie a small side-eye in response. “Yeah, I thought so. Hey! Sorry about that. Can I get two large Frostys and a large fry too? That’s all.”

Pulling up to the window, Richie paid and proceeded to hand Eddie the bag of food and placed the two Frosty’s in the cup holders. He took the McDonald’s cup and continued to drink it as they drove the rest of the way to the Hanscom household.

Richie parked up front, unbuckling his seatbelt as he shifted in the seat, turning to face Eddie properly. “All right. Let’s eat.” He declared.

He took his cheeseburger and bit into it, holding out the container of fries for Eddie to take. He stole three of them, chewing on them piece by piece. They weren’t as salty as the ones from McDonald's, nor were they as curly as the ones from Arby’s.

The Hanscom’s thrived on eating from home, but now and then they’d splurge and they’d all go out to dinner at Olive Garden or bring in Chinese. And on some nights, they’d go buck wild and get fast food because it was inexpensive and quick.

McDonald’s had been the first type of fast food Eddie had eaten. He wasn’t too impressed with the Big Mac, finding the extra piece of bread to be something of an overkill, but the regular cheeseburger was fine.

These fries were good as well, though Eddie found himself feeling a bit concerned when he caught sight of Richie dipping his fries into the Frosty.

“Oh don’t give me that look. Come on. Don’t knock it till you try it.” Richie argued, nudging Eddie’s arms.

Huffing a sigh, Eddie relented, going to dip the end of one fry into the Frosty, taking a bite of it. The sweet and salty elements weren’t bad. The cold and warm combination was a bit odd, but he didn’t hate it.

“Not the worst.” He admitted, shoving the straw into the heavy liquid. He tried to slurp it up but found himself unable to do so. “Why the fuck is this so thick?”

“Your mom asked me the same thing,” Richie said, his smirk only lasting a few moments before realization hit him faster than Ben’s elbow did the night of their fight. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

Eddie offered a thin smile, keeping his eyes on his Frosty. He stirred it around, trying to melt it a bit so he could drink it.

“I’m guessing you know all about it,” Eddie mentioned quietly. “Reporters had come around the first few days I got here, but Mrs. Hanscom chased them away.”

“I just know what Ben told me. Overprotective mom and stuff. He didn’t go into a lot of detail.”

“Ben isn’t one for gossip.” He knew his cousin wouldn’t bitch or brag about the situation. Ben was a good person. Probably the best outside of his mother.

“You probably don’t want to talk about it,” Richie mentioned, sticking his straw into his own Frosty. “You can if you want to. I’ve been told I tend to run my mouth, but I like to think I’m a pretty good listener too.”

“Not much to say,” Eddie mentioned, attempting to take another sip.

Richie hummed, bobbing his head. They sat in silence for a few minutes, focusing on his meal while Eddie stirred his Frosty around, and around, and around.

“So how did you get into the whole fight club thing?” Eddie asked, deciding to cut through the silence and the gentle tension that was beginning to grow between them.

“You do know the first and second rule of fight club is to not talk about fight club right?” Richie snickered.

“Oh. I’ve never seen the movie so….”

“Stan invited me,” Richie answered. “He told me that I had, and I quote, ‘a very punchable face’ which isn’t something I’m completely surprised about.”

“Kind of rude.”

“But very on-brand for Staniel.” Richie insisted. “I don’t know, man. I started going to the gym, started hanging around with the other guys. They introduced me to it and I’ve been going for about a year now.”

“I don’t understand the point of it,” Eddie confessed to him. “Wanting to hit someone and cause pain.”

“It’s not about causing pain. Look, you know the adrenaline rush you get when you do something completely wild?”

Eddie started blankly to him, unable to come up with a single time he had done anything wild. The closest had been when he would surf the internet late at night when his mom thought he was sleeping.

Richie, not bothering to comment, carried on. “It’s that. We ride that rush for as long as it lasts. It’s hard to put into words. It’s like running and jumping, unsure if you’re going to stick the landing.”

“I think I get it,” Eddie told him. Giving up on the sucking, he pulled the straw out from the cup, licking it slowly, lapping up the sweet creamy flavor. Richie watched him for a moment, his eyes focused on Eddie’s mouth. “What?”

“I could teach you some stuff,” He mentioned, his eyes flicking up to meet Eddie’s. “Working out. How to throw a punch.”

“I don’t want to fight,” Eddie answered.

“You don’t have to, but staying in shape is important. And if your mom did lock you away like some sick bubble boy, you’re going to need to bulk up if you ever want to make it in this world.”

“Stan was right. You do have a very punchable face.” Eddie declared.

He stabbed the straw back into the Frosty, deciding he’ll drink it at a later time when it was melted and suckable. He opened the car door, turning his head back to thank Richie for the ride.

“If you’re interested, come to the gym Friday morning,” Richie called out of the passenger side window.

“I’m opening Friday,” Eddie replied, pushing through the gate.

“Then come Friday night. What do you have to lose, man?”

Richie drove off before Eddie could even come up with an answer.

[writingthingsisdifficult]

Flying high - The teaspoon girl pt 7

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 3340

I’m sorry this part has taken so long. Unforeseen stuff happened (1,5 weeks in hospital among other things), but hopefully you’ll forgive me the delay.

This is the last part of this series. Hope you have enjoyed it. If you have, please let me know: I love hearing from you guys. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.

From part six:

“It’s too heavy. You won’t be able to carry it back to the window.”

She thought for a bit, then tugged on the string in the hood. “Tie this around me. That way you can pull me back.”

“That’s… actually a great idea,” Sam agreed, offering his thumb up for a high five. “You’re a genius!”

She blushed, but puffed up, taking every bit of praise from Sam to heart, feeling bigger than she had in ages.

They needed two attempts before the folder cooperated, but finally Y/N managed to get a good enough grip on the slippery paper, clinging to it with both arms and feet as Sam pulled her back to the window.

As Dean flipped through the information, tutting and shaking his head, Sam lifted Y/N up so she was level with his face. “Seriously,” he said with an adorable smile, “we couldn’t have done this without you.” He leaned forward and touched his nose to her head. “This will give us just enough time to get everything done before we have to hide again.”

“Nah, it was nothing,” Y/N said, but the smile on her face never faltered. The feeling of being needed expanded in her chest.

“Um, guys…?” Dean interrupted, pointing to the road. A set of bright headlights moved slowly in their direction. “Time to make ourselves scarce.”

Sam dropped Y/N into his pocket, and Dean picked up a piece of paper that had fallen to the ground, and they made their way quickly, but silently, back to the car.

Almost back to the motel, Sam put his hand over the pocket, pinning Y/N to his chest. “Sit still, please. It tickles when you move around like that.”

“What? I’m not moving.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing… it tickles,” he said, letting her go.

Frowning, Y/N folded her arms across her chest and slid down to the bottom of the pocket. “Sorry. I’ll just not do what I wasn’t doing. Or you could just let me up on your shoulder.”

She would never get over that weird, slightly scary feeling of having a huge hand loom over her and block the light before picking her up and lifting her through the air like a swing – even if that hand belonged to Sam Winchester, and she knew it would never intentionally hurt her. But she had never been one for rollercoasters and amusement parks, and that dip in her stomach always made her slightly queasy. And she really didn’t wanna throw up in Sam’s hair.

But once on his shoulder, the nausea disappeared, and she enjoyed the feeling of freedom. And the warmth from Sam’s skin, and his intoxicating scent, of course – she alive and breathing after all.

Back at the motel, Sam put her down on the table, and picked up the folder they’d so kindly relieved the police of. As he paced back and forth to get rid of the nervous energy in his legs, he flicked through the report. “Jeez,” he sighed. They could at least  use good pictures. And… Have you seen this, Dean? This isn’t even… ‘…with psychopathic tendencies…’ Who wrote this? Oh… at least they got something right: ‘highly intelligent, and dangerous’…” Sam burst out laughing. “You think they have a template where they just fill in key words?”

Dean didn’t really listen to his brother’s outburst. He was more interested in what was going on on the table. “Hey, Sammy, will you shut up for just a second?” Sam’s mouth remained open, like he was about to give his brother a lethal rant, but before he could even think of a fitting insult, Dean continued: “Take a look at this.”

Four eyes were locked on Y/N, who huffed and threw her arms out to the side. “What?”

Dean didn’t answer her. Instead, he picked her up and weighed her in his hand before passing her to Sam, who blinked and bounced her up and down. “Huh…”

“Will somebody tell me what’s going on?” Y/N clung to Sam’s thumb as he sat her back down.

“Um,” Dean hummed, struggling to find the right words. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Y/N, but you feel heavier. I mean; you probably only weigh an ounce and a half right now, but I’m pretty sure you weighed closer to one this morning.”

Sam nodded. “You know, I think you’re growing. Look, yeah, you can reach to the top of the fake plant now if you stretch.”

Her eyes sparkled with the thought. “Really?”

“Really,” Sam beamed at her.

“It’s definitely going in the right direction. But it’s going slow,” Dean added.

Y/N’s shoulders slumped forward. Sitting down on the table with her legs crossed, she sighed. She was so tired of being small, of being useless.

“Shit, no, no, no, no… You’re shrinking again. Look, Dean!” Sam put his hand on her shoulders as if that would stop the process, pulling her to her feet in one swift motion.

“Great! I can’t even grow properly!” Y/N’s voice was flat and weary, and she rubbed her eyes with long, slow movements.

In a whirlwind of arms and legs and swears, Sam gathered his laptop and the bowl, and threw on a clean flannel.

Dean and Y/N followed him with their eyes. “Hey, where are you going?”

“The internet café. There’s no fucking signal here.”

“Now?”

“Yes, Dean, now. We solved the case, and now it’s time to focus on her,” he said, pointing in Y/N’s general direction. “She’s waited long enough, don’t you think?”

“Here,” Dean nodded, tossing the car keys to Sam and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Drive carefully,” Y/N added with a small wave of her hand, sinking back down on the table, hiding her head in her hands.

When Dean came back, almost an hour later with steam billowing through the bathroom door, she’d had more than enough time to sink deep down into the darkest corner of her brain. “Look at me,” she muttered, not particularly caring to hide her misery. “I’m useless. Only thing I’m good for is a quick snack for the diner cat.”

“Hey now, that’s not true,” Dean said, surprising her with the tenderness in his voice. “You’re the reason we got our hands on that report, remember? If we hadn’t, we’d be so screwed now. The authorities –“ he spat the word as if it tasted vile “– would be on our tail, or at the very least, the sheriff would’ve noticed us. And I’m not in the mood to punch his greasy face, though,” he added with a wink, “he deserves it. He was an asshole.”

A small smile spread from Y/N’s eyes, and she nodded slowly. “You’re right. But still, I’m not much use like this. Gah! I just wanna be me again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m super grateful for all you help, I really am, but it does something to a girl having to be dependent on someone even for the most trivial stuff. Like… like getting out of the goddamn bed!”

“I know, I know,” Dean replied. “It sucks. But we’re working on it. Sam’s easily the smartest person in this town. He’ll figure it out. We just gotta make the best of things until then.”

As if on cue, Dean’s phone rang. “Talk to me,” he said, holding the phone with his shoulder while he opened a new beer. “Wait, hold on. Lemme put you on speaker. Bet Y/N wanna hear too.” He put the phone down on the table.

“Yeah,” said Sam. “Hey, Y/N. It was a challenge, but I managed to translate the writing, the spell – I think.”

Dean pulled up a photo of the cracked bowl on his laptop and squinted at the pattern around the edge. “I swear, he’s like the biggest nerd out there,” he whispered with a scrunchy smile. Y/N giggled silently.

“What?” Sam asked. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Nothing. Go on.”

Y/N could picture the perfect bitchface Sam must have given his phone, because his voice was short and hard when he spoke again. “Right. The first two symbols are just for strengthening purposes. To make sure the spell sticks, I mean. And the rest… Well, it’s not perfect,” he said, his voice becoming more and more apologetic. “The language is formal and stilted, but I think I get the gist of it.”

In the background they heard the sound of papers rustling and a pen scratching over a hard surface. “This is what’s written on the bowl. Kinda hard to copy because of the chipped paint and crack from where it hit the floor, but…”

“Yeah, yeah. What does it say?”

“Right, so… this is what I’ve come up with:  The beginning says you who receive – or it could be steal, no, I’m pretty sure it’s receive this blessing – or it could be curse, apparently they used the same word just with different pronunciations, will stay in your mind’s- brain?, not sure about that one, dimensions. That last word could be an abbreviation, and in that case it’s about making sunflowers grow…”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Y/N said with a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes at all.

“…so I doubt it is,” Sam continued, too excited to pay attention. “But get this: I did a bit of digging and found a similar line in a novelty spell from the 70’s.”

Dean growled. “Goddamn hippies!”

“Yeah. So it’s a growth spell – or more specific: a shrinking spell. That much we knew, right? Says here on the website that the effects last until the receiver has grown back to his or her original size.”

“Great! How do we do that?”

“Don’t say.”

“What?” Dean turned towards the miserable outburst from Y/N. “So I’m stuck like this?”

“For now. But we’ll find a cure. I promise.”

“Jesus!” Dean sighed, shaking his head tiredly. “See? This is why I can’t stand witches. At least with a werewolf you know it wants to eat you.”

Sam agreed. “Uh-huh, but now we know what we’re dealing with, sorta. But listen… I’ve copied down as much as I could, we can go over it again when I get back. Three heads think better than one.”

“Sure,” Y/N groaned. “I guess.”

“Hey, Sammy? Pick up some food on the way back, will ya? I’m starving.”

Sam chuckled. “Always thinking with your stomach, huh? Yeah, I’ll see what I can find. The diner’s closed I think, but maybe there’s a Domino’s or something.”

With the promise of something to fill his growling belly, Dean plopped down on his bed and switched on the TV. Y/N decided to smarten up a bit before dinner.

About ten minutes later, though, she was in trouble. “Uh… Dean, can you help me please?” There was almost no power in her voice, and the fact that she was stuck in a Barbie dress didn’t make things easier. With every wriggle, the velcro ate a little more of her hair, and it was beginning to get painful.

She tried one last time: bent her neck even more, the awkward angle starting to sting seriously. “Hey, Dean,” she said again, with more force this time. Still no reaction. Was she really that invisible? “Yo! Dean! A little help here? Before I choke to death in a frilly dress!” she bellowed, breathing hard to keep the volume up.

Dean whipped around, knocking his silver knife off the bedside table, worry in his eyes and a half-chewed pen still in his mouth. “Jesus Christ, Y/N! What happened?” he muttered, hurrying over to help her.

“Got stuck is what happened,” she replied, combing through her hair once he’d untangled her from the dress.

“I can see that,” he chuckled. “You said you’d rather be dead than be seen in that dress, if I recall correctly.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to dress up a little.” Pouting, she pulled the dress on properly, and motioned for Dean to close the velcro. “It’s nice to… I don’t now, feel pretty sometimes, you know.”

Dean stared at her. “Okay, who you tryin’ to impress? I know for a fact it ain’t me. Only one who isn’t here is Sammy, so…”

Willing the heat away from her face and failing spectacularly, Y/N stuck her tongue out. “Shut up!”

“Oh ho!” He grinned so widely his cheeks threatened to split, voice filled with glee, and he gave her a cheeky look. “It suits you. The dress. But you know you don’t have to dress up for Sammy to like you, right? He’s pretty much doomed already.”

“ ‘m not doing it for him,” she protested, but the butterflies in her belly told her otherwise. And Dean’s statement, however fake it might have been, made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, like she was floating on air.

“Holy shit!” Dean exclaimed, any humour instantly gone from his voice.

“What?” The elation deflated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

“You just… I mean, maybe this is… Gotta go double check.” He returned tot the table and sifted through the notes Sam had left behind, muttering to himself. “Phone… Where did I put… Sam’s gonna go ballistic… So obvious! Come on! Where…”

Y/N ignored the rest of his muttering. It made no sense anyway. Instead she swirled in front of the hand mirror she’d convinced them to put up. Dean was right. The dress was a bit too big, but it suited her.

“You’re adorable,” Dean said, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t get hurt.

“So you’ve said…” Y/N replied with a lopsided smile. She was surprised she didn’t mind him saying so as much as before. Maybe it was the promise of a cure looming on the horizon, or maybe it was the feeling of the frilly dress swishing around her ankles, but she felt good.

“It’s true,” Dean continued, daring a few steps closer so he could sit down. “And Sam is crazy about you – uh, he’s probably gonna kill me for saying it – I mean it,” he added in response to the sceptical look she gave him. “Hell, even I would give it a go if you weren’t so damn annoying all the time.” Dean winked and leaned back just as Sam came back with two large pizza boxes.

“You’re not helping, Dean,” Y/N replied with a sad huff. “I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but lying like that…”

“What’s he lying about now?” Sam asked over his shoulder, fetching napkins and something to drink.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Not lying,” he said indignantly.

Y/N became a mosaic of pink splotches, and her skin burned like she’d been dipped in chilli powder. “Uh… he was just trying to make me feel better about this whole situation,” she began, stuffing a tiny piece of pepperoni in her mouth to delay the inevitable humiliation. “By kinda *munch* implying that you *munch* uh, arecrazyaboutme.” She finished silently and as fast as she could get the words out of her mouth, and took a long drink to hide her embarrassment and disappointment; despite her best efforts, what Dean said kindled a small flicker of hope in her, decimating her hard work at keeping her own feelings under wraps.

“Not implying anything. Also: not lying,” Dean repeated, stuffing his face with pizza.

Sam sat completely still for about three whole seconds before carefully putting down his slice and wiping his hands clean. His mouth twitched, and his skin was becomingly pink, and the look he gave his brother contained both daggers and poison.

“My brother is an excellent liar,” he said, silently communicating a I’m gonna kill you later to Dean, “but on this occasion he told you the truth. I am very… you mean so much to me. However,” he added with an apologetic smile before returning with another hard glare at Dean, “this was not the way I wanted you to find out.”

Dean just grinned and nodded sideways at Y/N, clearly wanting Sam to notice, but he didn’t. He was too preoccupied with gnawing on his thumb and looking anywhere but at her.

With a wave of his hand, Dean stopped Sam. “Say it again.”

“What? That you’re a liar and– ?”

“No, no, the… the other one.”

The rosy pink spread further over Sam’s face and down his neck. “Um… That Y/N is –“

“No, not to me, you dumbass. Say it to her.”

Y/N looked between the two of them, understanding next to nothing, and liking it even less.

Sam looked like he was about to die of embarrassment. “Christ! Um… Y/N… I really… REALLY like you, and I wanted to, um… Holy shit!” he interrupted himself, gaping at her.

Y/N was growing. Slowly at first, but with every word Sam uttered, she gained a little height. Soon she had grown three inches and the dress she was wearing was starting to split in the seam.

“Here.” Sam offered his flannel shirt, placing it gently around her tiny shoulders, almost drowning her in soft plaid. “That dress was cute on you, but I think it’s a bit small now,” he said with a wink.

Excitement coursed through Y/N. Sam was flirting with her – actually flirting, and she was growing, feeling more and more like her old self again. It was a high that kept her floating on clouds. Right now she could take anything the world could throw at her.

Growing bolder, Y/N scooted to the edge of the table and put her hand on Sam’s. “Things don’t always happen according to plan, you know. Maybe we should thank Dean –  I had planned on pining after you for the rest of my life, because how could you possibly have feelings for someone like me?”

“How could I not?” he replied, ignoring Dean’s irritating and exciting coos. “You’re brilliant. You’re smarter than me, and Dean (Hey, speak for yourself!), I love talking with you. Whenever you start on a topic you’re excited about it’s like you’re bubbling: always bouncing up and down and waving your arms around. It’s adorable. No one has taught me more stuff than you have. And you’re funny as hell. How many crappy motel nights disappeared into fits of laughter? And your laughter sets fire to my soul. You keep me above the water, Y/N.”

As he spoke again, she grew faster and faster, beaming from his praise, and savouring the butterflies in her chest.

“Be careful so she doesn’t outgrow her size,” Dean muttered with a bright smile, but nobody listened to him.

Sam shook his head gently. “You challenge me and make me laugh, and you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. Don’t think I haven’t noticed when you stand in front of the mirror and criticise every inch of yourself. Please stop doing that! It breaks my heart, seeing you so insecure. But now… Not a day will pass without telling you how much you mean to me, and I hope you will listen. Listen and believe it. I can’t lie to you, and you know it.”

When finally stopped talking, Y/N looked up. Her eyes were shining brightly, and she gave him a sly smile, jumping down from the table, quickly buttoning her shirt. She bent down closer to him. The heat from his skin caressed hers, and she exhaled slowly as he came even closer. In her chest her heart beat so hard she could hear it clearly.

“Ew!” Dean exclaimed, blowing a raspberry and getting to his feet, grabbing a slice of pizza. “I definitely didn’t think this through. You’re gonna get all lovey and gross now, aren’t you? I’m gonna go hide in the bathroom until it’s over. Come get me when it’s safe.”

Sighing, Sam leaned back in his chair. “Way to go, Dean. You’re gonna pay for that,” he added menacingly before pulling Y/N down on his lap and putting his arms around her. He couldn’t resist burying his face in her hair like he’d dreamed about so many times. “Let’s just eat the pizza while it’s still warm-ish. And then you can go book a room for yourself. I don’t want you here to interrupt anything else.”

Dean faked a look of disgust, making Y/N giggle loudly, and just to be evil, she left a trail of feathery kisses down Sam’s neck. “Yeah, Dean. Get your own room. But first: where’s that beer you promised me?”

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Hey look! Progress! I have built things with EVA foam before, but it was always used as a structural component vs. something that would show. This was my first time finishing and painting it. I gotta say, I wish the material was a tad more resilient to dents and dings, but I can see why cosplayers love it so much! 

This is a piece of armor that sits under Soldier 76′s jacket. If it looks unfamiliar, that’s because only the “W” shaped bit in the middle actually shows; I completely made up the rest. I figured it was a good place to start with EVA since it’s such a minute component of the whole costume. It was also good practice for shooting tutorials even though nothing was particularly outstanding about the build. To see how I made it, keep reading!

First the reference was traced, As you can see, much of the armor’s design was imagined.

Next a template was printed and taped to the model to test fit. This looks pretty dinky on his chest, but it will be mostly obscured by the jacket and I’d rather not inhibit his mobility or comfort more than necessary. 

Materials! HIGHLY recommend Olfa box cutters with the black blades, btw. Really comfortable knives that hold the blade steady (no side to side wiggle or slipping) and those black blades really do last noticeably longer. I used to study architecture, and after a few weeks of making mini cardboard houses at 4 AM you really come to appreciate good knives.

Adding a bevel. I should have done this while cutting it out the first time :P 

Cleaning that messy bevel. 

Assembled with spray adhesive because I was too lazy to break out the rubber cement and my respirator. 

Groove added with a ballpoint pen. There are probably better ways to do this. 

At a recommendation by Evil Ted, I used some Kwik Seal to clean up the worst of my edges. On a more prominent piece, I would have taken extra time to make this look especially nice.

Because the 2mm EVA foam felt a little flimsy, I added a fabric back to help prevent tearing.

The armor seemed awfully flat for something that was meant to go on a human body, so I added a gentle curve with a heat gun. I really should have done this step before adding the fabric.

Sealing the foam surface with watered down PVA glue--aka white glue. I used 4 coats, but you could get away with less if you don’t add water.

In preparation for priming, I masked off the fabric backing and made a janky wire handle. This ended up being extremely helpful not only for holding the piece, but also hanging it while spraying and later using it as a stand.

A few coats of sanded primer. 

Priming done!

Color was added with an airbrush and 10+ year old airbrush paints. The airbrush was entirely unnecessary, but I didn’t find any rattle cans in the right color. Also those paints really need to be replaced... Half the pigment turned to dust before hitting the model and I was coated in a find, charcoal grey powder. Weird. 

I was a little heavy handed with the airbrush paint, so I decided to gently brush the surface with some fine sandpaper. I found that exposing a bit of the lighter primer beneath added a cool weathering effect, so I decided to forego a second coat of paint.

Next came weathering. I have to admit this was kind of nerve-wracking; every single model I have made to date was with the goal of a pristine, production-quality surface. Brushing back paint all over my carefully sanded part was painful at first, but it adds character and depth. 

Adding the paint... 

And wiping it away. Fun fact: if you wear contact lenses, wear some dern gloves doing this because eventually you have to stick those paint-covered fingers in your eyes :)

Ta-da! This will be held on with some small straps so the black undershirt will be washable. 

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• Actually, the challenge I’ve always had is being too thin, so I love that now I have a booty, and obviously I love showing my cleavage. – Christina Aguilera • As a notorious multi-tasker, I love exercise that serves several purposes. I ride my bike to work, do yoga to relax, and go out dancing to get my booty-shaking on! – Karla Cheatham Mosley • At the moment I am looking into astrology, which seems indispensable for a proper understanding of mythology. There are strange and wondrous things in these lands of darkness. Please, don’t worry about my wanderings in these infinitudes. I shall return laden with rich booty for our knowledge of the human psyche. – Carl Jung

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Booty', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_booty').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_booty img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Baby booty, juicy fruity, truck stop cutie, road side beauty, I’m in love with you. – James Taylor • Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. “It’s going to be a wet day,” Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. “Your fur won’t melt.” “I know, but my paws get cold when they’re wet.” “I’ll have Durnik make you some little booties.” “That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather,” Garion said indignantly. – David Eddings • Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I’m just a booty star. – Richard Pryor • Boys like a little more booty to hold at night. – Meghan Trainor • Brushing my Grilzz Before I Booty Pop. A Woman’s work is never Done! • Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top. My mama, she told me don’t worry about your size. She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night. Yeah I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll, so if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along. – Meghan Trainor • Everybody knows I have the ratchetest booty tattoo of an ex-boyfriend. – Adrienne Bailon • For women, marriages foreclosed often resulted in an accumulation of booty; for men, these failed projects of implausible optimism were more likely to manifest themselves in material lack. It was hard to resist the metaphorical impression that women got to keep the past itself, whereas men were simply robbed of it. – Lionel Shriver • Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power. – Justin Cronin • His sumptuous tents, and those of his satraps, afforded an immense booty to the conqueror; and an incident is mentioned which proves the rustic but martial ignorance of the legions in the elegant superfluities of life. A bag of shining leather, filled with pearls, fell into the hands of a private soldier; he carefully preserved the bag, but he threw away its contents, judging that whatever was of no use could not possibly be of any value. – Edward Gibbon • I ain’t no movie star, man. I’m a booty star. – Richard Pryor • I appreciate the female foot, but I’ve never said that I have a foot fetish. But I am a lower track guy. I like legs’ I like booties’. I have a black male sexuality. – Quentin Tarantino • I do not see how it’s possible to have a “friends with benefits” lifestyle, because if the sex is great, it’s going to naturally expand into a more meaningful relationship. Otherwise, it’s just a booty call. – Jenna Elfman • I don’t have 30 days and 30 nights, to show you why all the hoochies say there’s nothing finer than Scott Steiner, but all I need is one night to have your wife call me for the rest of her life, the big bad booty daddy, so this goes to all my freaks out there, Big Poppa Pump is your hook up, hollar if you hear me. – Scott Steiner • I feel like my figure is a challenge because I’m quite flat chested but I’ve got a booty so I’ve got to look for the right things. – Ellie Goulding • I honestly really, really love Topshop. I’ve bought a lot of booties from there. I think they have a great selection of really funky booties at Topshop. – Adrienne Bailon • I honestly really, really love Topshop. I’ve bought a lot of booties from there. I think they have a great selection of really funky booties at Topshop. My splurge would be a pair of leather Christian Louboutin over-the-knee boots. They’re sick! I would do a really stretchy skinny jean under a black turtleneck and call it a day! – Adrienne Bailon • I learned the hula, so now I know how to shake my booty Hawaiian style. – Sanjaya Malakar • I like Pirate’s Booty. Prunes and olives, too. I love hummus. I can eat that until I die. I tend to eat mostly organic food. – Queen Latifah • I see no women out here, and you’re chanting about a male organ, now tell me who’s the fruit bootie? – John Layfield • I shake my booty all the time! It’s the best workout! – Ashlee Simpson • I think some dogs may like the attention of being dressed up by their humans because they interpret it as affection, but unless it’s something that you’ve made the dog used to from the time it was a puppy, it’s probably going to always feel a little weird and unnatural to the dog. This doesn’t mean I think people should never dress their dogs up as long as they do it for the right reasons. If you’re putting booties and a coat on your dog to protect it from the weather, then that’s a pretty legitimate reason. – Cesar Millan • I was in a very fancy, high-end boutique where the sales associates stand around like mannequins. I walked in and the first thing they said was, “Ooh it smells like booty in here” because they knew me from Scream Queens. – Niecy Nash • I’d love to be in the ’70s. I’d love to have a big, long wig parted down the middle with flat-ironed hair and bell-bottoms. They’re actually very flattering for my figure. The wider the leg, the better for a person with a booty. – Sarah Paulson • If the guy’s a cutie, you’ve gotta tap that booty. – Betty White • If you got a booty, you’re going to dance to disco, funk, you know, whatever’s going on. Funk is going to be involved in it. – George Clinton • If you take a needle and stick her in the booty and take a needle and stick me in the booty, we’re both going to say ouch. – Shaquille O’Neal • I’m Cuban, so I like a bit of curve. I just want my booty to have a little lift! – Odette Annable • Im going to be shaking my booty when Im 55. – Natalie Merchant • I’m not a corny-ass booty freak! I’m the greatest musician of all-time. – Kanye West • It is when Pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves. – William Bolitho • It’s about giving the people what they want. So many people have told me that they’ve made love to my records so what I’ve delivered this time is an album about sex. Pretty much every song has that theme. Straight no chasers, it’s booty music! – Tyrese Gibson • It’s frustrating me – that booty is gonna sag at some point. And if you allow enough people to come inside your physical space, they leave traces. – Jill Scott • It’s kind of cool—and it makes me feel like a badass. I get more girls than my boyfriend. They always tweet me about my booty. – Naya Rivera • Ive always had a booty even when I was a baby, and when I was in high school and was skinny, I still had the booty. In Hollywoods eyes, the perfect women has to be a stick figure, tall, blonde hair, with big boobs. – Coco Austin • Just broke up with somebody. Well, it wasn’t really a break up, it was a booty call I might have took too serious. – J. B. Smoove

• Like your booty don’t stink. – LL Cool J • Lingerie has gotten really cute, with little booty underwear and the cute little bras. They’ve gotten really detailed. I saw one the other day with little baby pearls on the strap. I had to have it. – Britney Spears • Move over just a bit to the right of me, For I cannot see Where the booty is. – The jersey • Nicki Minaj has a better booty; but I have better shoes. – Rihanna • Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession. – Other Breton • Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making a profession of believing in it, and if it wins he will be very well placed. All politics is a matter of working hard without reward, or with a living wage for a time, in the hope of booty later. A man can be a Fascist or a Communist and if his outfit gets in he can get to be an ambassador or have a million copies of his books printed by the Government or any of the other rewards the boys dream about. – Ernest Hemingway • Nowadays, it’s good to eat the booty like groceries, but back then, going down on a woman was sort of “Ew.” – Jensen Carp • One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains, and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were some innocent bystander’s last meal. – Stephen King • Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that’s beautiful. – Vic Chesnutt • Party politics in modern democratic society means pandering to a wide variety of different groups and sympathizing with their often quite base motives, such as revenge, power, booty, and spoils, to maintain the necessary level of support. – Randal Marlin • People love their animals so much so that they put little clothes on them and necklaces and booties and things like that. And if you love your animal, then you should feed them something that’s not dangerous for them. There’s a lot of poisonous stuff that they’re putting in a lot of that food, those by-products. – Ellen DeGeneres • Pop stars are sending the message that their sexuality is the strongest thing they have to offer, and that’s confusing and misleading to girls and women, especially since there’s not enough of a counterbalance from those who rely on their other assets, like their music. Also, with the new obsession with all things “booty,” it’s important that women – and it’s often women of color – aren’t turned into mere caricatures. Right now it’s: “Bend over.” That’s all people want to see. That’s crazy. It’s so far from where we should be. – Santigold • Regardless of its purpose, the humpback-whale song is the most complex piece of nonhuman composition on earth. Whether it’s art, prayer, or booty call, the humpback song is an amazing thing to experience firsthand, and I suspect that even once the science of it is put to bed, it will remain, as long as they sing, magic. – Christopher Moore • She had a big ole booty, I was doing my duty. – LL Cool J • Socrates said, the unexamined life is not worth living. My dad said, Booty – mmm mmm. – Christopher Titus • Someone should make a Kickstarter to get Taylor Swift a booty. – Diplo • Soul ties. The thing that can make you hear an old-school slow jam and think of somebody you haven’t seen in years. Soul ties. The thing that makes old people who’ve been together for years finish each other’s sentences. Don’t you wish mama had told you when you were young that, when you lie with someone, you lie not just with her body but also with her soul? And whatever condition the other person’s soul is in, you are guaranteed to take a piece with you—whether you want to or not. Instead of being amazed at her booty, you should have focused on her mind. – Kirk Franklin • The Americans may think they have ‘liberated’ Baghdad but the tens of thousands of thieves – they came in families and cruised the city in trucks and cars searching for booty – seem to have a different idea what liberation means. – Robert Fisk • The art of using troops is this: ……When ten to the enemy’s one, surround him; ……When five times his strength, attack him; ……If double his strength, divide him; ……If equally matched you may engage him; ……If weaker numerically, be capable of withdrawing; ……And if in all respects unequal, be capable of eluding him, ……….for a small force is but booty for one more powerful. – Sun Tzu • The majority of the so-called great powers have long been exploiting and enslaving a whole series of small and weak peoples. And the imperialist war is nothing other than a war for the division and redivision of this kind of booty. – Vladimir Lenin • We be sticking pill up girl’s booty, too! – Lil Boosie • What is it with this American booty culture? It seems to me to be a form of obsession. – Pippa Middleton • What is missing in a lot of urban music is perspective. You hear a lot of regurgitated perspective. It’s a lot of: out at the club. Had drinks. Patrón. Big booties. It’s this regurgitated idea of living in this, I don’t know, one-night-stand moment that always starts at the club and Patrón. And so perspective, perspective, perspective is what I’m an advocate of. – Miguel • When I discovered Gil Scott-Heron, I discovered a musical hero, a man who spoke baritone truth to power over jazzy funk at a time when funky music was primarily about shake, shake, shaking your booty. – Will Hermes • Why can’t a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy / That he thinks his booty is fly? – Jemaine Clement • You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti But I won’t touch it until I know whose booty – Erick Sermon • You have a responsibility to your work, to your choices. Once you get to a certain level of quality and commitment, you don’t want to go back and make Booty Call 7. – Jamie Foxx • You know me. It’s my duty to please that booty. – Samuel L. Jackson

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Booty Quotes

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• Actually, the challenge I’ve always had is being too thin, so I love that now I have a booty, and obviously I love showing my cleavage. – Christina Aguilera • As a notorious multi-tasker, I love exercise that serves several purposes. I ride my bike to work, do yoga to relax, and go out dancing to get my booty-shaking on! – Karla Cheatham Mosley • At the moment I am looking into astrology, which seems indispensable for a proper understanding of mythology. There are strange and wondrous things in these lands of darkness. Please, don’t worry about my wanderings in these infinitudes. I shall return laden with rich booty for our knowledge of the human psyche. – Carl Jung

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Booty', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_booty').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_booty img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Baby booty, juicy fruity, truck stop cutie, road side beauty, I’m in love with you. – James Taylor • Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. “It’s going to be a wet day,” Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. “Your fur won’t melt.” “I know, but my paws get cold when they’re wet.” “I’ll have Durnik make you some little booties.” “That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather,” Garion said indignantly. – David Eddings • Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I’m just a booty star. – Richard Pryor • Boys like a little more booty to hold at night. – Meghan Trainor • Brushing my Grilzz Before I Booty Pop. A Woman’s work is never Done! • Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top. My mama, she told me don’t worry about your size. She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night. Yeah I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll, so if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along. – Meghan Trainor • Everybody knows I have the ratchetest booty tattoo of an ex-boyfriend. – Adrienne Bailon • For women, marriages foreclosed often resulted in an accumulation of booty; for men, these failed projects of implausible optimism were more likely to manifest themselves in material lack. It was hard to resist the metaphorical impression that women got to keep the past itself, whereas men were simply robbed of it. – Lionel Shriver • Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power. – Justin Cronin • His sumptuous tents, and those of his satraps, afforded an immense booty to the conqueror; and an incident is mentioned which proves the rustic but martial ignorance of the legions in the elegant superfluities of life. A bag of shining leather, filled with pearls, fell into the hands of a private soldier; he carefully preserved the bag, but he threw away its contents, judging that whatever was of no use could not possibly be of any value. – Edward Gibbon • I ain’t no movie star, man. I’m a booty star. – Richard Pryor • I appreciate the female foot, but I’ve never said that I have a foot fetish. But I am a lower track guy. I like legs’ I like booties’. I have a black male sexuality. – Quentin Tarantino • I do not see how it’s possible to have a “friends with benefits” lifestyle, because if the sex is great, it’s going to naturally expand into a more meaningful relationship. Otherwise, it’s just a booty call. – Jenna Elfman • I don’t have 30 days and 30 nights, to show you why all the hoochies say there’s nothing finer than Scott Steiner, but all I need is one night to have your wife call me for the rest of her life, the big bad booty daddy, so this goes to all my freaks out there, Big Poppa Pump is your hook up, hollar if you hear me. – Scott Steiner • I feel like my figure is a challenge because I’m quite flat chested but I’ve got a booty so I’ve got to look for the right things. – Ellie Goulding • I honestly really, really love Topshop. I’ve bought a lot of booties from there. I think they have a great selection of really funky booties at Topshop. – Adrienne Bailon • I honestly really, really love Topshop. I’ve bought a lot of booties from there. I think they have a great selection of really funky booties at Topshop. My splurge would be a pair of leather Christian Louboutin over-the-knee boots. They’re sick! I would do a really stretchy skinny jean under a black turtleneck and call it a day! – Adrienne Bailon • I learned the hula, so now I know how to shake my booty Hawaiian style. – Sanjaya Malakar • I like Pirate’s Booty. Prunes and olives, too. I love hummus. I can eat that until I die. I tend to eat mostly organic food. – Queen Latifah • I see no women out here, and you’re chanting about a male organ, now tell me who’s the fruit bootie? – John Layfield • I shake my booty all the time! It’s the best workout! – Ashlee Simpson • I think some dogs may like the attention of being dressed up by their humans because they interpret it as affection, but unless it’s something that you’ve made the dog used to from the time it was a puppy, it’s probably going to always feel a little weird and unnatural to the dog. This doesn’t mean I think people should never dress their dogs up as long as they do it for the right reasons. If you’re putting booties and a coat on your dog to protect it from the weather, then that’s a pretty legitimate reason. – Cesar Millan • I was in a very fancy, high-end boutique where the sales associates stand around like mannequins. I walked in and the first thing they said was, “Ooh it smells like booty in here” because they knew me from Scream Queens. – Niecy Nash • I’d love to be in the ’70s. I’d love to have a big, long wig parted down the middle with flat-ironed hair and bell-bottoms. They’re actually very flattering for my figure. The wider the leg, the better for a person with a booty. – Sarah Paulson • If the guy’s a cutie, you’ve gotta tap that booty. – Betty White • If you got a booty, you’re going to dance to disco, funk, you know, whatever’s going on. Funk is going to be involved in it. – George Clinton • If you take a needle and stick her in the booty and take a needle and stick me in the booty, we’re both going to say ouch. – Shaquille O’Neal • I’m Cuban, so I like a bit of curve. I just want my booty to have a little lift! – Odette Annable • Im going to be shaking my booty when Im 55. – Natalie Merchant • I’m not a corny-ass booty freak! I’m the greatest musician of all-time. – Kanye West • It is when Pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves. – William Bolitho • It’s about giving the people what they want. So many people have told me that they’ve made love to my records so what I’ve delivered this time is an album about sex. Pretty much every song has that theme. Straight no chasers, it’s booty music! – Tyrese Gibson • It’s frustrating me – that booty is gonna sag at some point. And if you allow enough people to come inside your physical space, they leave traces. – Jill Scott • It’s kind of cool—and it makes me feel like a badass. I get more girls than my boyfriend. They always tweet me about my booty. – Naya Rivera • Ive always had a booty even when I was a baby, and when I was in high school and was skinny, I still had the booty. In Hollywoods eyes, the perfect women has to be a stick figure, tall, blonde hair, with big boobs. – Coco Austin • Just broke up with somebody. Well, it wasn’t really a break up, it was a booty call I might have took too serious. – J. B. Smoove

• Like your booty don’t stink. – LL Cool J • Lingerie has gotten really cute, with little booty underwear and the cute little bras. They’ve gotten really detailed. I saw one the other day with little baby pearls on the strap. I had to have it. – Britney Spears • Move over just a bit to the right of me, For I cannot see Where the booty is. – The jersey • Nicki Minaj has a better booty; but I have better shoes. – Rihanna • Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession. – Other Breton • Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making a profession of believing in it, and if it wins he will be very well placed. All politics is a matter of working hard without reward, or with a living wage for a time, in the hope of booty later. A man can be a Fascist or a Communist and if his outfit gets in he can get to be an ambassador or have a million copies of his books printed by the Government or any of the other rewards the boys dream about. – Ernest Hemingway • Nowadays, it’s good to eat the booty like groceries, but back then, going down on a woman was sort of “Ew.” – Jensen Carp • One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains, and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were some innocent bystander’s last meal. – Stephen King • Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that’s beautiful. – Vic Chesnutt • Party politics in modern democratic society means pandering to a wide variety of different groups and sympathizing with their often quite base motives, such as revenge, power, booty, and spoils, to maintain the necessary level of support. – Randal Marlin • People love their animals so much so that they put little clothes on them and necklaces and booties and things like that. And if you love your animal, then you should feed them something that’s not dangerous for them. There’s a lot of poisonous stuff that they’re putting in a lot of that food, those by-products. – Ellen DeGeneres • Pop stars are sending the message that their sexuality is the strongest thing they have to offer, and that’s confusing and misleading to girls and women, especially since there’s not enough of a counterbalance from those who rely on their other assets, like their music. Also, with the new obsession with all things “booty,” it’s important that women – and it’s often women of color – aren’t turned into mere caricatures. Right now it’s: “Bend over.” That’s all people want to see. That’s crazy. It’s so far from where we should be. – Santigold • Regardless of its purpose, the humpback-whale song is the most complex piece of nonhuman composition on earth. Whether it’s art, prayer, or booty call, the humpback song is an amazing thing to experience firsthand, and I suspect that even once the science of it is put to bed, it will remain, as long as they sing, magic. – Christopher Moore • She had a big ole booty, I was doing my duty. – LL Cool J • Socrates said, the unexamined life is not worth living. My dad said, Booty – mmm mmm. – Christopher Titus • Someone should make a Kickstarter to get Taylor Swift a booty. – Diplo • Soul ties. The thing that can make you hear an old-school slow jam and think of somebody you haven’t seen in years. Soul ties. The thing that makes old people who’ve been together for years finish each other’s sentences. Don’t you wish mama had told you when you were young that, when you lie with someone, you lie not just with her body but also with her soul? And whatever condition the other person’s soul is in, you are guaranteed to take a piece with you—whether you want to or not. Instead of being amazed at her booty, you should have focused on her mind. – Kirk Franklin • The Americans may think they have ‘liberated’ Baghdad but the tens of thousands of thieves – they came in families and cruised the city in trucks and cars searching for booty – seem to have a different idea what liberation means. – Robert Fisk • The art of using troops is this: ……When ten to the enemy’s one, surround him; ……When five times his strength, attack him; ……If double his strength, divide him; ……If equally matched you may engage him; ……If weaker numerically, be capable of withdrawing; ……And if in all respects unequal, be capable of eluding him, ……….for a small force is but booty for one more powerful. – Sun Tzu • The majority of the so-called great powers have long been exploiting and enslaving a whole series of small and weak peoples. And the imperialist war is nothing other than a war for the division and redivision of this kind of booty. – Vladimir Lenin • We be sticking pill up girl’s booty, too! – Lil Boosie • What is it with this American booty culture? It seems to me to be a form of obsession. – Pippa Middleton • What is missing in a lot of urban music is perspective. You hear a lot of regurgitated perspective. It’s a lot of: out at the club. Had drinks. Patrón. Big booties. It’s this regurgitated idea of living in this, I don’t know, one-night-stand moment that always starts at the club and Patrón. And so perspective, perspective, perspective is what I’m an advocate of. – Miguel • When I discovered Gil Scott-Heron, I discovered a musical hero, a man who spoke baritone truth to power over jazzy funk at a time when funky music was primarily about shake, shake, shaking your booty. – Will Hermes • Why can’t a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy / That he thinks his booty is fly? – Jemaine Clement • You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti But I won’t touch it until I know whose booty – Erick Sermon • You have a responsibility to your work, to your choices. Once you get to a certain level of quality and commitment, you don’t want to go back and make Booty Call 7. – Jamie Foxx • You know me. It’s my duty to please that booty. – Samuel L. Jackson

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Lineup Lamentations - GW33

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s.

WALSH (abridged version written by Alon)

Transfers:

OUT: Kun and Tony Valencia

IN: Kane and Joel Ward

So RE: Kane/Bookaku debacle on the pod we decided to go with what was initially dialed in - simple - Kun to Kane. Walsh later chimed in after listening to the pod from Japan to “fuck Lukaku” and bring in Kane and cap him :).. so there we have that. I think Romelu is NOT essential going forward except for this week. Not having big Rom this week is a very very scary risk but Walsh plays dangerously and so here we are.

The second transfer was done when me and Walsh were texting today, like 6pm my time and 7am his time in Japan we got it done. We decided to fuck off Valencia and that whole headache. Hard to imagine him starting more then 1 match in their next three and we decided to triple up Palace who have a great fixture this week and obviously the double next week. Ward the safest/most nailed fuck in their backline so here we are. And Walsh obviously a massive Palace supporter made it all sweeter.

GK: Big Tom Heaton 4 life. But actually not for life he will probably be fucked off by Walsh next week for Valdes.

DEF: Alonso 4 actual life (fuck off Tom). Bellend is away at ‘Boro so maybe Arsenal will keep a clean? Don’t hold ur breath. New great friend Joel Ward comes in against a shitty ass Leicester side who will probably rest 4-5 lads before their UCL second leg vs Atletico (which is now all that matters for them).

MID: Keeping Siggy and Ayew was decided on by Guest Jason, Derek, and me on the pod and so here we are. Siggy is at Watford (PLUM) and brother of Jordan is at Sundy (PLUM) so all of our fingers are crossed that we did good by Walsh. Wilf the legend easily keeps his place and Alexis on thin ice (but not really) is well overdue a tit for the both of us.

FWD: Walsh loooooves Kane. I remember Walsh getting in Kane in 13/14 season when I barely knew who he was and he was priced at like 5.5 mil.. It’s nice for Walsh to have Kane back reunited with Harold or Harrison or who cares. Ibra absolutely nailed into all relevant FPL squads from GW34 onwards with their two upcoming doubles and rounded out by the of nowhere confident Benteke who could haul home vs Leicester. I feel it at least.

CAP: Kane. Scenes.

ALON

Transfers:

OUT: EVERYONE BABY IM ON WILDCARD FUCK EVERYONE

IN: WILDCARD LETS FUCKING FUCKKKKKKK4206969

OK I’ve been tinkering for literally hours today. I’m worthless. Here’s where I ended up and I’ll dig into it below:

GK: Pickford the god has been in my team a long long time and I surprisingly don’t hate him, I kind of love him. That’s saying a lot tbh..

My second GK is Valdes purely for the ‘Boro double gameweek next week. He probably won’t start again for me all season.

DEF: We were all talking shit on Alonso on our text thread and then he put in a peach of a FK and everything was immediately retracted. I know the clean sheets yada yada yada but we love him for his attacking intent. We’re getting basically an attacking winger for 6.4 (when I bought him) who’s out of position listed as a defender and therefore gets clean-sheet points on a top three defense. He’ll also be essential for GW36 and GW37.. It’s simple as that so back off of me and him. Starting Kelly this week home to Leicester - Palace are in scenic form and as I wrote above Leicester are shit and will be resting a bunch of people. Could be a cheeky clean / baps type of game from old friend Martin who should be nailed for at least the next 3-4 matches with their injuries and Sakho unable to play vs LFC. And lastly Holgate in there as mostly an enabler with his cheapness but also because I want to start him this week home Burnley so that’s all that needs to be said about that. Fuck Burnley...

Rounding out the bench Bailly is in as one of only two nailed United defenders (the other being Rojo). Bailly I like a lot more and is seemingly much better on bonus so I’m there. He’s also just a way better player for me which I’m hoping secures his spot more firmly when other guys eventually return. Stephens another bench dweller and $$$ enabler but he’s seemingly nailed. He will not see the pitch for me until GW35 home to Hull (maybe) and then the two doubles GW36 and GW37.

MID: Alli I’ve been saying for weeks on weeks is the best midfielder in the game in terms of value and tits. Kane back is a small dent as Spurs will still fuck most teams sideways. Alli not goin’ anywhere. Alexis I presented my case for him on the pod and my inability to part with him is a large part of the reason I ended up wildcarding after all. Yes he’s in bad form, yes he’s playing out wide, yes Arsenal are fucked up right now. But I think over the rest of the season and two doubles his class will shine through. You wanna leave in the summer Alexis? Show me. Zaha one of the few who kept their place in my squad through the wildcard grinder and how could he not do? He’s a fucking festival and will probably get sold for 50million this summer. Not to mention he doubles in GW34. And lastly King. It had to be King. It’s the obvious move and the template move but he’s just the best guy for the spot since the Southampton’s first (of two) double gameweeks is further away then we thought it’d be. If, say, Soton were doubling this week or GW35 I’d’ve maybe gone Redmond or JWP instead but I cannot reason that in this moment. Go on Josh.

My bench / 5th mid is Romeu. I was tinkering with this spot maybe most of all spots. I had a cheeky Leadbitter in there (good stats but not nailed) and some other fucks too. I ended up with Romeu and his nailedness and his two doubles approaching. He doesn’t have any attacking prowess whatsoever but he will probably play ~360 minutes over GW36 and GW37 and that at minimum is 4 points per GW. Maybe some clean sheets and maybe some bones that could rise a bit. But I’ll take 4 points a week.

FWD: The holy trinity. Romelu the god home Burnley this week looking to cement the fuck out of his very shiny golden boot. King Kane returns and we have all wasted no time to get there. He’s the best player in FPL and there is really no one else to even consider ahead of him for me. And lastly Ibra. Nothing more to be said for Ibra. We all know he’s not explosive and we all know that he’s essential. I hate saying players are essential but Ibra really is.

CAP: Sticking with my pod guns and keeping it on Rom. Kane is sooooo tempting because of his much lower ownership percentage but I gotta stick with my twats here. Kane might not start or might just play 60-70 minutes and Lukaku at home vs shit teams is as automatic as one can get this season. Let’s ride it.

SPECIAL GUEST DEREK C.

Transfers:

OUT: Costa and Aguero

IN (For -4 Points): Lukaku and Kane

Even though it is tough for me to imagine kicking two of my favorite bros to the curb, it seems that Alon did a good job of convincing me live on the pod this week to bring on one of my FPL debut strikers, Bookaku, and the mouth breather, Harold "my real fucking name is Harry" Kane. I will take the -4 hit, which I have only done maybe once or twice this whole year, it makes sense to me due to their tasty fixtures and likely high captaincy rates. Additionally, I still do not have any Spurs players so it seems prudent to finally bring one on.  Harry, please treat some dongs for me and make this reunion worthwhile.

GK: For the first time since GW27, I am going to go with General Lee Grant.  Tommy Boy is playing at Everton and I am hoping Bookaku scores a hat trick against while the fusion of the Confederate and Union archenemy Generals is playing Hull at home.

DEF: Fresh off a delightful dinner with my parents and me, Marcos A. will get his spot, per usual.  Chelsea is playing Manure so not necessarily expecting a clean, but Alonso's constant flanking of the wing and involvement in the offense makes him a locked starter on my side.  My other Stoke lad and a stalwart on my squad since GW1, Pieters, will also get the start.  Lastly, I will go with Valencia and hope he plays more than 60' despite Mou's vague comments about his status.  He played all 90' in the Europa match but with all of United's fixture pile up, who really knows what will happen with him.  If Valencia gets rested, I will have Holebas first off my bench.

MID: With Arsenal desperate for a win, Alexis survives one more week on my side and I expect him to return against Shiddlesbrough. Wenger's recent remarks that Alexis prefers to play wide than upfront makes me think he may not be back up top this season which makes me sad, alas.  Another one of my loyal lieutenants, Siggy, will get his spot again.  No assists or goals since GW 28 has been a complete joke, but the tide must turn for him and his desperate shit team.  Leroy Sané gets his second start for my side this weekend.  He hasn't returned in a couple of gameweeks but I really have loved his involvement and the chances he has had in recent memory.  With Kun out for me, he is now my only City representation.  Lastly, but certainly not least, Wilfried gets the final spot for my team this week. Returning in three of his last five fixtures he has looked great and Palace has also been playing very well, beating Chelsea and Arsenal in two of the last three gameweeks.  I am hoping for at least an assist from Mr. Zaha this week against Leicester.

FWD: Divock gets his likely last go around for me ahead of bringing on Zlatan next week for the doubles.  I am kinda nervous that Sturridge will get the nod ahead of Origi but fingers are crossed.  My two new lads, Rom and Kane, will get the last two slots up front.  Nothing else needs to be said here.

CAP: BOOKAKU. This is not a very exciting or unique captain shout but feels like a safe and responsible move.  Kane versus Bournemouth is also on my mind but I am still nervous that he will not play the full game.  Although Bookaku has frustrated me at times this year in certain games when it seems like he is barely involved or even touches the ball, it cannot be overlooked that he has the second most points in all of FPL, only behind Alexis.  Burnley is a nice fixture at home so hoping for an explosion from the Belgian while Everton try to make an unlikely push for a top four finish.