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uh-velkommen · 3 years ago

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The White Lotus, HBOMax

Alright four episodes in and things are finally starting to ramp up. My face throughout the whole episode was stuck on discomfort. This show packs so much tension in every 45 minutes that I'm constantly waiting for somebody to pop off or something crazy to happen but instead we get teased with the smallest little plot pusher. Which is working. I'm officially intrigued. I do wish I knew the overall point of the show because that's what would've helped me decide if I wanted to keep up with but now my determination to find out how this all ends is doing just that...

Character breakdown + Spoilers/Predictions

Armond: The manager of the White Lotus resort. I love him in all his poor choices. He's just constant chaos simply because he has the power to create it. He's also the biggest driver of drama. He lies a lot, almost pathologically, and he will carry those lies to the grave for no real reason.

Nicole Mossbacher: Resort guest, Mark's wife, and Olivia and Quinn's mom. She's a pretty basic character who is teased about possibly having OCD and working during vacation. She was pretty chill in the first 2 episodes but every once in a while she says things that gives off I'm a centrist but my views lean a little more conservative.

Mark Mossbacher: In the beginning he's stressing about possibly having testicular cancer because his father died of cancer... Turns out his father had AIDs. He has a depressive episode over his dad being gay and then, while drunk, he inadvertently comes onto the Armond. The next day Armond tests the waters with Sober Mark and we get uncomfortably funny scenes of Armond coming onto Mark in front of the whole family. Mark's a very passive dude who doesn't do anything exciting in the show but we just find out that he has, in the past, repeatedly cheated on his wife and didn't tell her (he told his son that he did tell Nicole but I don't believe it) I think his theme is just being genuinely unhappy with his life at the moment.

Olivia Mossbacher: She's a college sophmore and has many moments where she calls out her parents questionable statements. She carries herself with a weird nonchalance where you'd think she's a mean girl but she's only ever expectedly mean to her brother. However, she brought along her friend Paula and we start to see that their friendship is built on some unspoken competition. The girls do tons of drugs on vacay until Armond gets his hands on them and breaks his 5 year sobriety. This is when and why shit starts to hit the fan. They know he stole the drugs but because everyone avoids admitting to having illegal drugs, no one is ever outright accused.

Paula: Olivia's poc friend, possible hypochondriac, and supplier of drugs, has secret rendezvous with one of the Hawaiian native resort workers. She refuses to say anything when asked about her nightly disappearances but Olivia knows why or for whom Paula keeps sneaking off. We learn that Paula doesn't want Olivia to know about her and her beau because Olivia always wants what she has. My theory is that this wouldn't be the first time Olivia has stolen a partner of hers and I think now because Paula isn't admitting to hooking up with this guy, Olivia is gonna steal him and use Paula's secrecy as a way of blame.

Quinn Mossbacher: Involuntary loner in my opinion. He comes off as a classic video game nerd, obsessed with the internet, cant live without his Switch and Fortnite. He doesn't have any friends and he takes all the teasing from Olivia and Paula without a fuss. But he starts sleeping on the beach alone and keeps running into these amazing sights to see. This is where we start to see him blossom and speak up. Its ever so slow but in episode 4 he actually walks up to a group of guys and introduces himself, interested in their boat related sport[?] (Or maybe even the guys themselves🤞) He's also the only one who knows about the Dad's affair and stupidly hints at it at the family dinner (he's just genuinely stupid).

Shane Patton: Also a resort guest and the funniest character to me. He's your run of the mill self-centered male Karen (Kevin if you will) and he arrives at the resort with his wife Rachel. They're on their honeymoon but so many moments make you question why in the hell did these two get married? He is in an unnecessarily one sided battle with Armond. First the resort accidentally downgrades his room. Armond gaslights Shane into thinking that he never purchased the bigger room. Shane gets a receipt. Armond tells him there's a German couple staying in the receipted room longer than Shane and his wife are there so the room will not be ready for them in time. Shane finds out the Germans are actually leaving wayy earlier. Armond apologizes and books them a romantic sunset dinner on a boat. The boat is actually a funeral where a strange grieving woman, named Tanya, fails to spread her mothers ashes in the sea. Shane confronts Armond and asks for Corperate's number. Armond creates a fake business card and when Shane realizes the number is fake, he bursts into Armond's office to find him rimming a coworker while high on Ketamine. Prediction: Armond's gonna get blackmailed for abuse of power in a classic Monicagate manner.

Rachel: Shane's wife. Rachel's a journalist who actually looked up to Nicole (her job as CEO of god knows what puts her in the public eye) but when she finally got to sit with Nicole over lunch, Nicole calls her out for writing an incredibly slut shamey article, claiming that Nicole used her femininity to get her where she is now. This is the first smack in the face that maybe journalism isn't for Rachel. Well that on top of the constant teasing from Shane about her career choices. Shane's family is much more wealthy than Rachel's and he always finds subtle ways to make it known. Shane also pays her no mind, flirting with Olivia and Paula and battling Armond. Even during their arguments (which happens too many times for newlyweds) Shane doesn't look at Rachel and just gives periodic "mhmm"s and "okay"s. Also Rachel hates the Mossbacher family simply because they all seem to be doing better than her.

Now for the boring ones

Tanya McQuoid: An eccentric resort guest (which is a polite way of saying, a weird ass person who is over polite and basically pushes herself into every other character's drama in the most unintentional way, she's also bad at reading the room) She comes off as calm and quiet but we find out that her mother recently passed and she's in Hawaii to spread her mothers ashes. She becomes creepily obsessed with the resort's massage parlor manager, Belinda, after a complimentary massage and suggests becoming a beneficiary so Belinda can open up her own massage parlor. Her "obsession" could possibly just stem from Belinda showing her an act of kindness during a hard time but I know I questioned Tanya's intentions for at least the first two episodes... In episode 4, some random dude, Greg, shows up and invites Tanya to dinner after "accidentally" mistaking her room door for his own. Tanya postpones a business meeting with Belinda so she and Greg can hook up that night. The presence of these characters feel a little out of place. Unlike the Newly Weds and the Mossbacher family, there is not a lot of plot overlap. Tanya will often pop up to converse with the others and brag about Balinda's skills but she doesn't cause any trouble. Tanya's also very wealthy so I definitely thing this "Greg" has some secret plot to take down Tanya or plant something or steal her cash and unfortunately I do not think Belinda will see anything bright in her future. Her plans will be left on the backburner which I say is unfortunate because she's a kind woc who is just trying to do her job and is clearly very skeptical about going into business with this strange, rich white, resort guest.

Honorable Mention

Lani: A Hawaiian native, trainee at the White Lotus. She shows up in episode one as her first day on the job. Later we find out she's also pregnant and goes into a premature labor on the job. She has her baby and disappears for the next three episode. Come back Lani, Armond has just started getting your name right!

Show Themes

The show does touch on conversations of race and class but I would not consider this a political show or one with an agenda (it's satire). I point out the characters of color here because their race becomes a device used to create tension but not in a Token POC kind of way. All the characters are rich and they are shamed for it by the show writers. By this I mean nobody is spitting in their faces and calling them Climate Killers but the choices the characters make, the things they say, and the way they act gives the viewer something to laugh at. Their ignorant entitlement juxtaposing with the beautiful Hawaiian beaches and tragic Hawaiian history creates an underlying experience of, look at these rich people not having a good time and they can't even realize why! As for the characters, there is plenty of time to sit back and question, is this character a good person, who's the real antagonist, how do these stories intertwine, who do we root for What story is attempting to be told here? What is the message!?

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onisiondrama · 4 years ago

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Onision: IRL EP: 1 - Onision’s Response videos summary Part 8 (Final part for episode 1)

“Shiloh Exposed For MASSIVE Lies About Onision on Discovery Plus Documentary” (19 of 21)

Clip from the doc. They show the video “Garden Hugs” (re-upload) where it starts off with Shiloh trying to record a video. James interrupts her by yelling, “SHUT UP!” Randy asks how is this going to end and what’s the final chapter. James says they showed the clip out of context. He skips ahead to when he and Shiloh hug at the end of the video. He sarcastically says, “what an abuser.” In the clip, James makes faces while hugging Shiloh and noises while he kisses her. As he’s watching, he comments that he’s “funny as fuck.” He says that is obvious slander.

He’s playing the end of that clip out of context. What he didn’t show was Shiloh getting upset after he yelled at her. In the clip he even points out her eyes were getting teary. She tried continuing to record her video, but then it cuts to him cheering her up with a hug.

Clip continues, Randy says there’s no way this is going to end well. James says Randy sounded like Shane Dawson and that's why he’s so haunted by Shane. James says they played the clip of himself and Shiloh as if it were doom and gloom, but it was a literal make-out session. Doc plays again, Shiloh says he would shoot her and kill her in a lot of their videos. James sarcastically says if you ever pretend to shoot someone in a comedy sketch, you are now a predator. He plays a clip of Cyr pretending to accidentally shoot him in a sketch. He says he guesses Cyr abused him according to Shiloh and Discovery + logic.

The doc plays a clip from Shiloh and James’ fake prank video where he and his friends shave the side of her head while she pretends to sleep. Shiloh says she was an entertainer- he stops the clip. James shows a tweet from Shiloh to prove she was in on the prank. The clip continues and she says she was degraded for comedy. They play more of the fake prank clip. James says the documentary is framing that like it is real and people are going to think he shaved half of her head without her consent.

I think it’s obvious it was fake? She’s literally talking about how she was degraded for comedy and how she was an entertainer while they show the clip.

He says he doesn’t know how it’s possible to shave someone’s head during sex. He says you move too much.

She never said he shaved her head while they were having sex. She claimed during sex he told her he wanted to shave her head, then brought her to the bathroom and shaved it.

He shows a snippet of an old blog post from Shiloh to prove she chose to have her head fully shaved. He points out she said she “made a stupid decision.”

That could be in reference to her allowing him to shave her head. It doesn’t disprove her claim.

He plays the clip where he licks her bald head and sarcastically says she’s clearly a person who didn’t want to be in that situation and points out her smile and says she has joy in her face. He goes through the “Greg Abuses Me” clips again, but I already summarized his points in a previous summary.

“Shiloh Scammed, Lied About and Cheated On Onision (PROOF) Discovery Plus Documentary SHAM” (20 of 21)

Doc again, Shiloh says it [Onision comedy sketch videos] was the only creative outlet that she had. James says that’s a lie and again uses the clip of her in a professional studio (at the very beginning of their relationship) to prove she recorded music during their relationship. They play the candy corn clip from “Greg Abuses Me.” He, again, proves it was from a sketch. He says they shows it out of context because they wanted to fit the definition of slander.

Again, I already talked about the studio clip and summarized his candy corn points all in this post.

Clip continues. Shiloh says because of her career and status, she think he used her. James pauses it to point out she slit his throat in the sketch the documentary played while she was speaking. Shiloh says she believes he was making $30,000 a month while they were shooting videos. James says that’s wrong and laughs. He says he was way more successful with his husband than when he was with Shiloh. He shows Google Trends for Onision to show his relevance go up during his current marriage. He says Shiloh was not a significant blip on the relevance radar. He shows it was almost nothing until Banana Song. He says Shiloh is a crazy ego maniac. He says UhOhBro was his most profitable channel and he didn’t start that until after Shiloh.

She didn’t claim he was at his most successful during their relationship. I’m curious about how much he actually made while they lived together. Surprised he didn’t drop any receipts on that. 🤔 Especially since he started publicly threatening suicide over his $1k monthly alimony payments shortly after his relationship with Shiloh ended.

Shiloh says she never saw any of the money James made off of Youtube. James laughs and shows their emails from when he sent her money when she was in Canada. He says he also paid for flights and hotels while she worked in studios. He says he paid for her rent and food while she was in Canada. He says he paid for all the restaurants they went to while she was recording in the studio. He says she’s a fucking liar. He also shows the emails where she said she would pay him back and gave him fake money transfer info. He says she never paid him back. He says she did make that profit.

When I watched the doc, I got the impression she was saying she wasn’t paid. Like, she never got a cut of the monthly paychecks from their sketches. Not that he never gave her money or paid for anything. Also, the emails he shows where he sent her money were from the very end of their relationship, when she went to Canada to receive medical treatment. That’s a yikes if the only time he gave her money was at the end of the two years they were together. Especially since she made so many videos with him.

Shiloh says you’re essentially his property, his slave. He shows the “I’m Sorry” apology blog post Shiloh made after she was caught cheating on him. He points out she apologized and said she wants him to be happy. He says that doesn’t sound like a victim. He says it sounds like someone who cheated and got pregnant with someone else’s baby, completely lied and betrayed someone. He reads another portion of the blog post where she says she still thinks about him and when she looks at his pictures she cries. She said she calls his phone just to hear his voice. She said she was jealous when he moved on. She said she loves him and she deserves what is to come.

So because she’s apologizing for her wrongdoings and still has feelings for him right after their relationship ended means he never could have done anything wrong to her?

He says she is out of her god damn mind. He points out she admitted to emotionally cheating in her blog post, but says she had a baby 9 months later. He shows a picture of her and her baby, the baby is blacked out, which he says he did. He says here she is with her baby who died of SIDs, “according to her.” He says as he proved, you can’t trust her. He puts the baby’s birthday in a date calculator. He shows an email where someone talks to him about Shiloh cheating. He points out the email was from February 8th, so he says the cheating happened on or before that date. He uses the calculator to say it was 283 days between. He shows the average pregnancy lasts about 280 days. He says her boyfriend also bragged about having sex with her, which is why he broke up with her.

I hate when he insinuates Shiloh lied about her baby passing away. It’s so fucked up. How could someone as infamous online as Shiloh get away with lying about a child’s death for 8 years? Does he think she is hiding an 8 year old child somewhere? Believe me, if she lied, we would have known by now. She made a lot of enemies online over the years that would have loved to expose her for another lie.

I’ve explained this before, but I’ll explain it again. Back in the day Shiloh was HATED by almost everyone who followed her relationship with James, not just his fans. There were many “anti-o’s” who continued to shit on Shiloh way after their relationship was over. By the time her child passed, the baby’s father was not on good terms with her. A prominent anti-o reached out to the father to find out if she was lying. He confirmed the baby passed.

“Shiloh Embarasses Herself and Destroys Documentary on Onision With More Lies (Discovery + Exposed)” (21 of 21)

Shiloh says James convinced her that wearing makeup was something that sluts do. James says that’s easy to disprove. He shows Shiloh wearing make-up in the video where they announce she is back with James after a 2 month break-up. He points out she shoots himself and Cyr. The clip continues, Shiloh says she had no way to contact the outside world and she wasn’t allowed to leave the house. James randomly shows this on screen with no context:

It’s not relevant at all to what he’s speaking about. Also that’s not a message. It’s a public tweet. This was during the time when she was being civil toward James and refused to speak negatively about him.

He asks if she wasn’t allowed to contact the outside world, why did she have her own blog? He shows her Draculoh blog and says he clearly had no control over it because she would post when they were not dating. He says none of her statements are making sense. They show the “Greg Abuses Me” clip where he says everything she wants to put online goes through him first. James again, points out he was pretending to be the Joker and they were making a comedy sketch. He says in the blooper video, she was pretending to be sad and she was pretending to cry.

On screen, the doc says “after almost a year together, Shiloh and Greg’s relationship implodes.” He says it imploded far sooner than a year. He says he dumped her numerous times. He says he dumped her in Toronto and back in the States. He shows “The Truth” clips where she threatens to destroy him because he destroyed her. He says that’s pretty scary. He says the police showed up because she threatened to kill herself and make it look like he did it. He shows the clip of him speaking to the police. He tells the police she threatened to kill herself. He asks Shiloh what she said, that she was going to “make it look really bad.” A police officer interrupts James and asks Shiloh if she said she would kill herself. Shiloh says she did. Text on screen says, “there you go, she admitted I was telling the truth about her.” He said she was hauled away by the police.

The video does not prove James’ claim that she threatened to kill herself and make it look like she did it. She was asked by the police if she said she was going to kill herself and she says she did. That is not an admission to what James said.

While Shiloh speaks, they play the fake prank James and Shiloh recorded while he records her in the shower. Text on screen from James says Discovery + is a slanderous, corrupt company framing the clip like it is not a comedy sketch.

Again, they put this warning at the beginning of the episode. They don’t have to clarify which clips are comedic and which ones are serious. Fir the most part, it’s kind of obvious which clips are from sketches imo.

Shiloh says she tried to leave a couple of times, but he would find a way to stop her. James laughs and says that’s literally not true. He plays more of the police clip where he says Shiloh refuses to leave his house. He high fives himself and says he love receipts.

In that particular video, one of the things Shiloh says while she was crying was that she had nowhere to go. It seems like he was trying to kick her out. She was in a foreign country with no friends or family. She didn’t have a relationship with her parents at that point. Like he said earlier, they had a lot of break-ups. This does not disprove her claim.

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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sprung spring | take you home; adam page [m]

Prompt Used:

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” + comfort sex + drunk sloppy sex + “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” + A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. + needy/clingy sex

Notes:

Okay, so… I have literally… Never… used my given name in a work of fiction before and… ya girl found out it’s hard to write dirty things when the OC has your name. Pure self indulgent smut because fuckkit yolo, I needed this. Some of the dialogue prompted above was changed to reflect the situation these two were placed in, fyi. This is mature content, so nobody under 18+ up in these parts. Also, I owe a serious hug to @heelsamizayn & @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure because no matter how many times I whined and bitched and got all squirmy whilst writing this, they really kept me going and I love them for that.

Warnings:

alcohol tw ( it’s the OC this time), clingy unprotected sex, sawwwft!Adam, lots of teasing (and hopefully tension, I was really trying to play at heightening that here) and yeahhh.. It’s tame. I promise ya’ll… I’m going to write actual harder / filthier prompts, I just… had a mighty need. Anyway, that’s all the warnings.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ashley

Ashley narrowed her eyes at the bottle before glancing up at Shane and shaking her head. “I-I’m good.”

“Aw, c’mon hon. It’s just a little drink.” Shane was stepping closer, right in her space all over again. He’d been plying her with drinks and trying to get her to dance or talk to him -or the most annoying request he’d made so far, “Smile, darlin. Ya look prettier when ya do.” and it was starting to rub him the wrong way, the way she kept resisting. She could almost feel it radiating off of him.

Ashley was at that state of drunk where it was more annoying than endearing and now that it seemed to be irritating him that she wouldn’t just give in, it only gave her all the more reason to resist. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t almost cringe inducingly clear what the asshole thought he was doing and she just wasn’t having it.

At all.

Not even slightly.

Rather than even partially entertain his offer for another drink or to go dance with him, Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes in sheer boredom, taking the drink and taking a sip as she scrolled through her contacts list.

As usual, she hovered over Adam’s number in her phone and that loneliness crept in all over again. More pronounced. More tinged with regret.

She found herself missing him so much that before she even realized it, she’d pulled up the text bubble from their last text conversation and she found herself grimacing at the date.

Had they really not spoken at all in nearly 3 weeks?

And then Ashley found herself going back over the last time they had spoken face to face. Before she realized the true depths of her feelings and Adam drunkenly tried to kiss her and in a blind panic, she’d backed away.

Not because she hadn’t wanted him to kiss her, but because she’d been afraid of what might happen if he did kiss her.

And now, Ashley thought bitterly, hugging herself a little as the thought came, I’m lucky to get a Hi, how are you over text out of him..

With a sigh, she finished scanning their last brief text conversation and then, when Shane cleared his throat impatiently, she remembered that apparently, this guy expected her to pay all her attention to him and she put her phone down. Biting her lip, she settled warm brown eyes on the other man.

“I asked ya if you wanted to dance, darlin. They’re kinda playin our song.” Shane chuckled, holding out his hand. When she started to shake her head no, he gave her a sort of put off glare and muttered something to himself about tonight being a complete waste. All his buddies told him not to walk over and try talking to her; they all told him she was bound tighter than molasses from the knees down and every single night she’d come in this week so far, she’d managed to shoot down anyone who thought they might possibly stand a chance of takin her home. I clearly should’ve listened, Shane found himself thinking, because now I’m out fifty bucks and she looks more annoyed with me each second that passes and that real gorgeous chick I know I coulda won over left an hour ago with Greg.

“W-we don’t have a s-song?” Ashley’s brow quirked and she shook her head, holding up her glass. “I-i’m good, actually.” Ashley muttered as she took a long sip.

Moron, do you seriously think I want to dance to this song… with you? Because no. Ashley thought to herself as she glanced around the crowded bar, face falling when she remembered that Adam wasn’t in town right now, he was on the road. When Ashley realized what Shane had just muttered about the night being a total waste, she mildly shrugged. “I-i don’t r-recall askin y-you t-to come up n’ t-try pourin the booze to me, either. Play s-stupid games, w-win stupid p-prizes.”

As Shane grumbled “Fine, suit yourself, darlin. Don’t come lookin for me when it’s late and you can’t find a ride home.” and made his way onto his next target, Ashley let out a long and deep breath, blowing at dark bangs as they flopped right into her eyes, laughing off Shane’s words.

She went back to her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

“Maybe Shayna’s up.” Ashley mused to herself as she pulled up what she thought was a text conversation she’d been having with her friend earlier in the day while they were both stuck in their office working through lunch.

What she didn’t realize -and wouldn’t just yet, was that she hadn’t texted Shayna at all.

She’d texted Adam… The subject of the earlier conversation.

→ First of all, pretty sure I just completely eviscerated this one guy’s poor ego. *eye roll*. Guess whose NOT having the sex right now bc she gets mouthy when she drinks?

→ This bitch, that’s whomst. In my defense, he was the one who kept pouring the drinks to me. I just took ‘em. You know me, guy stood about as much a chance as… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I chased him off. Like usual when we’re out at this bar.

→ But seriously though.. Maybe it’s the alcohol and the fact that I’m lonely and I’m salty because I’m not getting cuddles rn like youuuuu but…

→ Okay, u were right earlier.

→ It’s late and I’m drunk, otherwise I’d never say that. Maybe a little lonely too. Enjoy your shallow victory and the sex you’re probably getting rn, lmao. ILY Shayna!

→ I know ur probably busy with Samuel - sexy times and all that but… You win. You’re right.

→ I love him and god… I miss him so much it’s making me an even bigger bitch lately, so.. Sorry for that I guess. I wish I’d just… Kissed him back. Climbed him like an actual tree, giant he is… Shoved him against the wall, tangled my fingers in that hair and tugged his mouth against mine. Maybe even rubbed myself against him a lil bit too, just to see if that yummy cologne he wears all the time rubs off. At least then I’d… Well, I sure as shit wouldn’t be sitting here, shooting down pushy douchebag assholes and drinking alone.

→ Anyway, have your moment. I love Adam Page. I always have and it scares the living hell out of me. You were right. Now there’s only one problem… How do I make the big idiot answer my calls?!?

→ don’t answer that rn. Tomorrow… When drunk Ashley isn’t out and doing dumb shit and can think clearly.

→ Okay, no… answer meeee… I just… I need to know what to do here? Pls. I beg of you. If you don’t answer me, I swear to God, I’m gonna wind up drunk dialing.. >.>

–

The cell phone was going batshit crazy on the bathroom counter and Adam mostly ignored it in favor of soaking under a long hot shower. It had been a long drive; made longer by the fact that he was all beaten and banged up from the past few shows but trying to soldier through as usual. Parts of him admittedly ignored the phone because he thought it was most likely one of three people and none of them he wanted to talk to right now.

No, Adam thought to himself, the one I wanna talk to more than anything I can’t talk to now… He sighed as he thought about the way he got too drunk; out of control. He’d tried to kiss her that night and just the sheer look of panic in big brown eyes right before she bolted the hell away in a hurry had been more than enough to make him realize where he stood.

He couldn’t face her after that either, so he’d been keeping a low profile. Trying to distance from… his actions.

Just thinking about it had him both cringing and feeling that raw surge of pain he felt that night all over again, fresh as ever.

She hadn’t texted him or tried calling either, so that only further confirmed his suspicions. And now, Adam thought to himself as the phone buzzed one last time and he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist after drying off his face, you lost your best friend. The one you could talk to about anything. You messed that up. Being a jerk that night and coming on way too strong.

He picked up his cell phone only halfway glancing at it at first. But when he actually read all the messages, he wound up dropping the phone on the bathroom tiles with a quiet thud. Then he stood there, trying to get his head around everything he’d just read, all the texts from Ashley to what she apparently thought was her best friend Shayna.

About him.

He took several deep breaths and then got himself at least partially together before even attempting to answer the barrage of texts.

← Where are you?

← Are you drunk right now?

At re-reading that her shooting down men when she went out with Shayna was apparently a common thing, Adam let out a few shakier breaths and bit his lip, raising a hand to his head and dragging thick digits through damp hair as he let it sink in.

Blue eyes scanned the next message after hitting send.

← Nevermind, screw it.

← I’ll be there in 10.

← And me and you? We’re gonna have ourselves a serious talk.

After throwing back on the jeans and tee shirt he’d had on before showering, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He knew the bar she always went to because they’d hung out there on more than one occasion.

“Bastard who was pourin the drinks to her better hope he’s long gone when I get there.” Adam muttered as protective urges reared their head and he found himself more than a little worried. Ashley wasn’t a drinker by any stretch of the imagination. And given the rambling in the texts she thought she’d sent to Shayna just now, it was.. A safe guess that she was at least two thirds of the way to being too drunk to function.

And it had him more than a little concerned because he knew how the guys at this particular bar got when they saw a pretty girl sitting there, drinking alone. His grip tightened on the wheel as he sped towards the bar in question.

When he was in the parking lot, he tried to call her cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. Without wasting any time, Adam killed the engine to his truck and got out, hurrying into the bar, blue eyes darting around all over as he tried to pick her out in the crowd.

Maybe she hadn’t left yet. God, he could only hope.

–

“I-i’m gonna stop you right there. Just because I-i’m a lil tipsy right now..” Ashley stared up at the man who’d taken the seat next to her at the bar after Shane vacated in a hurry earlier. “Don’t mean I want any part of y-you.”

“Aw, c’mon darlin. Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be sittin here, drinkin all alone. C’mon.”

“I’d a-actually prefer it, if you w-want the honest G-god’s truth.” Ashley waved over the bartender, signalling for more bourbon in her glass. She fixed her eyes on the man and raised the glass to her lips. “Thanks f-for the drink though.”

Before the guy even got a chance to respond, a throat cleared loud; almost protectively, from behind the two. Ashley didn’t even have to turn around to know exactly who was standing behind her, but what she was having trouble grasping in her tipsy state, was what exactly Adam was doing here now.

“Just do yourself a favor and leave, buddy.” Adam stared down the man intently, arms folded over his chest, moving to step closer to Ashley’s stool, lightly pressing against her from behind.

“Adam? W-what the hell?” Ashley drawled, turning on her stool almost immediately, brown eyes locking on him with a questioning gaze. “I… y-you w-weren’t home.” she could feel herself starting to sober up just a little at his sudden appearance. She frowned a little, shook her head sadly.

Adam moved to step between her legs and he leaned in and down, brushing his lips against her own as he muttered quietly and firmly, “Kiss me.” catching her chin with his finger curled beneath it just when she went to look down. “My eyes and mouth are right here, darlin.” Adam coaxed, gazing at her mouth intently.

“K-kiss me, he s-says.” Ashley drawled, biting her lip, staring right back at his mouth just as intently as he stared at hers.

Her hand raised, resting across the back of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging his hair free from the bun he’d thrown it into, threading through it once she had. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and her other hand curled in the front of his tee shirt, tugging his mouth down to her level a little better. Once she’d done that, her lips trailed lazily over his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips, making him give a quiet groan and his eyes flutter open and closed. By the time her tongue was slipping past his teeth, his tongue was fighting against it for complete control of the kiss and he’d leaned into her so much that her back was right up against the edge of the bar. His teeth scraped at her lower lip as the kiss deepened, both of them panting for their next breath and dizzy from it.

His hands slid beneath her ass and he scooped her up, not bothering to break the kiss just yet or untangle her from his body. Her legs squeezed his waist harder and she rubbed against him more than a little. Once they were out in the parking lot again, Adam stopped, sitting her on the railing around an outdoor sitting area, pulling her into another deep and almost bruising kiss.

“I-I was just… about to l-leave. Walk.”

Adam chuckled and shook his head no, nodding to his truck. “I’d feel much better if you’d let me take you home, darlin.”

Ashley eyed him, hints of a pout on her lips. “Y-you s-stopped e-even t-talkin to m-me.” she sighed and shook her head sadly, muttering under her breath, “I-it is m-my fault.” and Adam tilted her chin to make her meet his gaze when she looked down, shaking his head. “It’s not, darlin. Not at all.”

“I-I fucking r-ran. S-seriously?” Ashley whined, her legs squeezing at his waist as she wrapped them around him all over again, staring at his chest for a few seconds, blowing out an exasperated breath, because the more she thought about her choice to run the night he finally kissed her, the more it did truly exasperate her. Of all the times to panic… It had to be then. The worst possible one.

Adam chuckled and leaned down, muttering softly against her mouth, “If it makes you feel any better, darlin.. You made up for it. And it drove me crazy, not talkin to ya.”

“G-good.” Ashley giggled and poked out her tongue as she looked at him. “B-because it m-made m-me really cranky. H-holy s-shit, so cranky.” she giggled again, making Adam laugh and scoop her up into his arms, making his way towards the truck. “I know.”

“H-how?” Ashley’s brow raised as she stared up at him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I-I literally o-only told Shayna…”

“You texted the wrong person, actually.” Adam teased as he unlocked his truck, sitting her into the passenger seat. Ashley’s mouth opened and closed and she palmed her face, groaning in sheer embarrassment while laughing softly.

Adam got into the truck, starting the engine and Ashley was raising the console, curling into his side as soon as she’d moved to the middle to sit, tucking her legs on the seat beside her. Adam chuckled, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re awfully cuddly tonight, know that?”

“Mhm.” Ashley purred, her lips brushing against his neck, making him grip the wheel just a little tighter. By now, the embarrassment over what she’d done was melting away and her internal filter -the little she actually possessed to begin with, was at an all time low thanks to having drinks poured into her all night by random and far lesser appealing men. “Is that a b-bad thing?”

Adam bit back a groan and barely resisted bucking his hips as he felt her lips clumsily moving along the side of his neck as she nuzzled into him and chuckling quietly, he gave an answer. “Not at all, darlin. Except for the fact that you’re getting me all sorts of stirred up right now.” he muttered, the truck coasting to a stop beneath the red light a block away from his place. When he did, he turned to look at her, wasting no time in pulling her mouth up to his as his hand went from squeezing her thigh to slipping between them, rubbing her through her jeans as he swore quietly because he could feel how warm she was and it only made him think about how wet she might actually be.

“Maybe t-that’s what I’m trying to do.” came pouring out before she could stop herself from saying it. Not that she would have either way, but she was at least trying to show a little restraint, still partially shocked that he was there and that she’d somehow managed to confess everything to him under the guise of texting Shayna.

Maybe it was a good thing that happened, Ashley thought to herself as she slipped her hand down, trailing it along the inside of his thigh, then up… Sucking in a sharp breath when her hand settled palm down against the bulge already straining and growing, pushing against his jeans. Adam’s hips snapped and he locked eyes with her, biting his lip, the hand between her thighs starting to move a little harder and a lot faster. Ashley rocked her hips against his hand and sucked in a sharp breath as Adam leaned in, teeth tugging at her earlobe and catching as he muttered against it in a whisper, “If that’s so, darlin.. You’re in for it. Just wait.”

“What if I don’t w-wanna wait, hm?” Ashley muttered as her lips brushed against his neck again and Adam’s breath caught in his throat before making the remark aloud, “Got a lot to make up for, me and you.”

“Mhm.” Ashley could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every single word he said. She knew he had to feel her thighs clenching tighter with each word he said because his hand was currently buried between them, palm down against her dripping and throbbing heat, rubbing through her jeans and by now she’d trapped his hand where it was. A shiver passed through her body as she continued to rock her hips against his hand, a quiet whimper of frustration coming when all that lead to was him, slowing down way too much for her liking at the moment. She pouted up at him and bit her lip as he leaned in, closer and closer, pulling her face towards his.

“Could take all night.” Adam was turning his head slightly, tugging her neck closer as he ghosted his lips along it, the pressure of his hand reaching an almost feverish frenzy as he growled against soft skin, “Maybe even tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Ashley’s eyes fluttered open and shut and she bit her lip, her hips rocking faster to meet his hand and the way it cupped and rubbed at her heat. Just enough to make a little friction, not by any means enough to give the amount of friction she actually craved.

He was teasing her.

Just the thought had her pouting in sheer frustration as she locked eyes with him. “Tease.”

“Ain’t exactly teasing if I know exactly what I’m gonna do to you when I get you home.” Adam pointed out, giving her a smirk. Ashley swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat at his words. Her mouth opened and closed and it had Adam chuckling quietly because this was one of very few times he’d truly seen her with a complete lack of something clever to say in response.

“Cat got your tongue, darlin?” he practically purred the words as his hand started to massage all over again and almost instantly, she started to rock against it more urgently.

“Adam… Fuck.” she gasped quietly, eyes fluttering open and closed as she started to palm at the way he was strained against his jeans.

The light went green and the careful and almost teasing movement of her hand in his lap felt so good that for about half a second, Adam didn’t realize it had.

“Light’s green, Adam.” Ashley’s voice was teasing, she gave a soft giggle as Adam took a few shaky breaths, nodding as he hurried from beneath the green light, turning down the next street. His house was in view, only a few seconds away and yet… It felt like a million miles away.

Almost the second he was parked at the curb in front of it, he was reaching out, pulling her over the console and into his lap, his hands and mouth all over her, mouth latching onto her neck and leaving a string of hickies down the side as he bucked himself into her from below and his hands disappeared up her shirt, slipping beneath her bra before finally getting frustrated at how in the way it was and unfastening it, gripping her breasts in his hands, palming and squeezing at them as he growled against her mouth when his mouth finally rose to meet and conquer her lips again.

He leaned into her so heavily that her back met the steering wheel and the horn in the center, making them both laugh only to have the sounds of their laughter swallowed by a deep and frenzied, needy kiss. The kiss broke and Ashley backed away slightly, biting her lip, wiggling around in his lap, bucking herself right against the prominent bulge strained and about to burst through his jeans. “I think that’s our sign to go inside, Adam.” she muttered the words as she felt her face burning hot and she bit her lip, squirming around in his lap just a little more, harder, desperate to keep the friction going. Adam nodded, killing the engine and getting out of the truck, carrying her up the steps, stopping to unlock his front door, with her body pinned between his body and the door as he did so. Twice he had to grip harder just because she started to trail her lips down his neck and chuckling quietly into the kiss he stole, he gave a triumphant and joking ‘Yee haw’ when he got the door unlocked at last. Ashley gave a soft whimper as he stepped through the door, shutting it behind him and locking it. He sat her down on a sturdy console table that ran the length of the back of his sofa and stepped away to pull off his boots and Ashley took a few deep breaths, tried to pull herself together.

This was really happening.

Finally.

Adam met her gaze as he straightened to stand again and he stepped between her legs, devouring her mouth hungrily, his hands cupping her cheeks and caressing. “You’re sure, right? Because once we cross the line, darlin…”

Ashley gripped his jaw, guiding her mouth back down against his greedily as she whispered needily into the kiss, “Fuck me, Adam. I don’t wanna remember anyone else but you.”

Adam’s teeth clenched her lower lip; tugging. She was clinging to him and it was driving him crazy because there was… Still too much clothing in between them, keeping them apart. He scooped her up off the console table he’d sat her on to take off his boots and started to carry her down the hall, stopping halfway to put her back against the wall, tearing her shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Ashley tugged impatiently at his tee shirt, finally getting it up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor a few feet away from where her own shirt lie. Adam did away with the pesky bra next, letting it hit the floor softly, an almost primal growl bursting from his lips as he dipped his head low, dancing his mouth over the tops of her breasts, leaving behind beard burn and littering soft skin with bites with each time his mouth connected with her bare skin.

Ashley writhed around in his grasp, rocking herself into him, gripping his hips tighter with her legs, whimpering aloud, her head falling back and softly hitting the wall as her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her hand gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into and dancing over his skin, sending a shiver through his body and making him groan as he glanced up at her, biting his lip. Ashley stared right back, both of them struggling to catch their breath but too caught up in the moment to bother putting a halt to the deep and biting and almost bruising kisses. She took his face in her hands, pulling his mouth deep against her own, her tongue trailing over the outline of his lips before parting them, her body rubbing against him even more frantically. Her hand raised to tangle in his hair and in the process, a photo clattered to the hallway floor noisily.

“Let’s take you to bed, hmm?” Adam’s breath against her skin as he mumbled the words into her neck quietly had Ashley whimpering and rocking against him even more frantically. Adam growled quietly as he bucked himself right back against her, starting the walk down the hall to his bedroom all over again. He kicked it open, a quiet creak of the frame echoing through the stillness as he stepped inside and shut it behind him, tossing her against the mattress as he stared down at her hungrily. Ashley went to raise up, reaching for the waistband of his jeans but Adam pushed her back against the mattress all over again, making her pout and give a frustrated whimper as he chuckled softly and leaned down, hands going down her bare skin, sending goosebumps to it’s surface as he lowered his mouth down, ghosting it slowly over her abdomen before raising to whisper next to her ear, “Uh uh darlin. Let me take care of you.” in a husky and firmer tone.

He started to lazily trail his mouth over bare skin all over again, the blunt of his teeth tugging at her nipples as his tongue circled them and he caught her eye, winking at her, his hands drifting down between them, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, lingering to rub and squeeze her cunt before hooking in her waistband to tug her jeans and panties down all at once. Ashley tried to rock her hips upward, desperate to feel any kind of friction, frustrated beyond belief by all Adam’s teasing, but almost the instant she dared it, Adam was on his knees, kneeling in front of her, parting her legs with his hands and ghosting his mouth up the inside of her thigh slowly, occasionally placing a soft bite against her skin.

When her fingers tangled in his hair, he grunted against her skin, grazing his teeth against it, his tongue slowly making a lazy broad swipe upward. Ashley whimpered when she tried yet again to rock her hips against the way Adam had her pinned, just hoping to at least make an attempt to steer him where she needed him most, but he chuckled quietly, the shake of his head that he gave making soft hair brush against her skin and sending a shiver through her body. “I’m holdin you still for a reason, darlin. Now c’mon, be a good girl. Be still and let me take care of you.”

“Adam, please.” Ashley begged, trying again to rock her hips upward, only to pout when she realized just how determined Adam was to hold her in place and tease her relentlessly.

“Be patient, darlin. We got all night.” Adam’s tongue was trailing lazily over her folds as he said it, the taste of her on his tongue making him half growl his words as they left his mouth. He smirked a little to himself when he felt her not only try to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth but her hand curling in the comforter on top of his bed and in his hair, tugging as she whimpered and whined, her cries of frustrated pleasure echoing off the walls of his bedroom and shattering the silence around them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue make a long stripe over one side of her cunt. And then, straight across the middle, finally, another long stripe across the opposite side to which he lazily chuckled “A.” as he met her gaze with a teasing smirk. Ashley rose up slightly, staring down at him, biting her lip as a series of needy whimpers and loud whines left her mouth and her toes dug into the comforter. One long and broad stripe and then another curved stripe had her shivering and arching her back, fingers tangling in his hair as she tugged gently, “Fuck.”

“D.” Adam was at it again with the smirk, lowering his head almost a split second later to get back to what he was doing. His tongue trailed a familiar pattern over her folds and he muttered quietly against her cunt, “A”. and Ashley shivered even more because it hit her what he was doing, spelling out his name. “Adam, please… Need you, baby, please.” she begged almost frantically, desperate to ease some of the ache rapidly building because of all his teasing. Despite the urgent begging, Adam’s tongue rolled lazily, the one slanted stripe required to form one side of the M and then the two stripes required to form the middle of the M and finally, the last stripe. “M.” he groaned as his nose bumped right against her pelvic mound and he buried his tongue as deep in her pussy as he could, tilting her hips upward, pulling her closer to his mouth as he savored the taste of her as it started to fill his mouth. He could feel her body starting to tense up and another smirk came, pressing against her soaked warmth as he started to slow way down on the movements of his tongue. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again and noticed that she was digging her toes into the bed too, the smirk on his face grew.

Yeah, he was teasing. Taking his time with her, making this last. He’d waited so long already, now that it was happening, he was just… Really savoring the moment.

“Adam, please!” Ashley choked out, back arching away from the mattress slightly, eyes fluttering open and shut as she tried to keep frustrated tears at bay. When she felt him leaving a string of bite marks on the inside of her thighs, she whimpered and tried to rock her hips against his grip at them to no avail.

“Not yet, darlin. Just a little longer, I swear.” Adam breathed against her cunt as his tongue rolled lazily over the folds before slowly slipping in all over again, starting over with his little teasing torture. Ashley’s grip tightened in his hair and he paused, glancing up at her with lust blown eyes. “Pull as hard as you want while my head is buried between your thighs, darlin. C’mon. I like it.” his tone was firm, almost demanding.

And it only served to make her even wetter, she could feel the wetness coating her thighs, dripping. Adam growled quietly, tongue moving a little faster, flicking over her clit, lingering and trailing a lazy circle, grazing his teeth against the circular bundle of nerves as he chuckled against her, “What’s wrong, darlin?”

“You know what you’re…” Ashley writhed beneath the grip Adam had on her lower body, keeping her legs spread wide for him as his tongue slowly dove into and out of her soaked heat, “doing. Tease.”

“Oh, I’m not teasin at all, darlin.” Adam chucked again quietly, “Just said you better not dare cum yet.”

“Adam, it’s all I want to do! Fucking… ahh, hurts. I’m aching, baby, c’mon… Please?”

Adam continued to lick, adding two fingers and Ashley hissed sharp, her breath catching in her throat, her entire body tensing as she tried to do as she was told and resist the urge to cum. The more teasing she endured at his fingers and mouth, the harder that became.

He could feel her body tense up so tight, the way she was propped on her elbows to watch him had her arms shaking. He definitely felt her toes digging into the comforter by now too. Giving a soft nip to the inside of her right thigh as he stopped for a second or two, he muttered quietly, “Okay darlin. Now.” before raising her hips just a little, burying his tongue back deep inside her, rocking her hips against his face faster, his tongue swirling inside her cunt in a frenzy as he felt her shaking all over, heard her gasping for her next breath as she moaned out loud over and over, her cries of pleasure and his name filling the air and driving him over the edge, making him lick and suck harder, faster. He loosened his grip on her hips and she rocked them against his face almost shamelessly, he muttered quietly against her skin, “C’mon, darlin. Don’t stop.” breathing heavily.

Ashley’s hips started to slow and Adam lowered her legs, crawling up her body after dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes locked on her intently as he leaned down, pulling her into a deep kiss, breaking the kiss quickly to raise up, his hand lowering and wrapping around his thick length just to trace the tip right over and slightly between her folds, shivering himself in anticipation, growling quietly. His hips pinned her hips against the bed and she dug her nails into broad shoulders as he sank into her slowly, carefully, stopping to kiss her cheeks and mutter against her mouth, “You okay, darlin?”

“Yeah.” Ashley answered, trying to rock her hips against him once she was adjusted to the way he stretched her out and filled her up. Her nails trailed lightly across his shoulders, digging in slightly when he sank into her even deeper, his hips smacking against her hips softly and slowly, placing kisses all over her mouth and face, trailing them down her throat as he muttered lazily, “So sweet I could eat you up.” as he met her gaze and slowly licked his lips. Ashley wrapped her legs around his hips and the new angle had him groaning, his hips sporadically crashing against her own for a few seconds as she took his cock as deep inside her as he could go, buried to the hilt. Her hands moved over his face, raising, dragging through his hair after pulling his mouth against her own for a deep and slow and greedy kiss. The kiss broke and he gave a lazy peck at the corner of her mouth, driving deeper and slower into her as he did and muttering softly, “Gonna get way too used to this, I think.”

“I already am.” Ashley breathed out against his skin, making him shiver. He’d always had a weakness when it came to gentle touches against his neck. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying brushing her mouth against the spot, or gently nipping at it with her teeth only had him giving a quiet growl and slamming himself into her slower and with much longer strokes. When she tried to speed him up, he chuckled and his hands lowered, gripping her hips, holding them so that he controlled the pace as he muttered against the shell of her ear, “What’s your hurry, darlin? We’ve got all night.”

Bleak sunshine was starting to peek through the curtains by now and Ashley giggled softly against his neck as she clung to him and he continued to attempt slowly and deeply fucking her into the mattresses on his bed, “It’s morning, actually.” as her forehead softly bumped against his collarbone and he chuckled as soon as the realization hit him too. “Well then, smarty pants, we have the rest of the day. Either way,” Adam’s mouth trailed lazily over her skin, leaving an erratic trail of marks in it’s wake, “we’ve got nothin but time.”

“You make a good point.” Ashley’s breath caught in her throat as his cock bottomed out, brushing against a spot that felt almost magical with each time he did so. She clung to his body, her moans and whimpers only drowned out by his answering groans and the occasional growl.

“I’m so.. Fuck, I’m so close. Please?” her begging had him giving a soft and quiet laugh, capturing her mouth in a deep and breathtaking kiss as he muttered into it, “Me too, darlin.. C’mon, let go for me.”

He sped up his thrusts, almost frantically chasing his oncoming orgasm as she dug her legs into his sides and her nails into his shoulders, raking them down his back as he growled against her skin, feeling her clench tight around him, feeling her body start to spasm, feeling her biting at his skin gently as he fucked her through her orgasm and straight into his own. He tried to stop but every time he tried, she’d grab hold of his hips and rock against him, begging for more until finally, he was throbbing, emptying inside deep, filling her up as he pressed into her heavily, covering her face in kisses before lazily kissing her mouth and having her deepen it as she breathed against his lips, “ That was amazing.”

“Better than the last guy, right?” Adam was only half teasing, but her answer really went a long way to fully reassure him when as he sank back against the mattress, pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her while staring up, she smiled and gave a soft giggle, nodding as she leaned down and mumbled into his mouth, “You were so much better than the last guy. Ten million times better, baby.” before deepening the kiss he gave…

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bruce-banner-against-onision · 5 years ago

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Ok I’m going to go on a rant real quick about Greg and his stupid “beer gut”.

Where the hell does he get off calling that a beer guy?? He’s basically calling himself fat for having a NORMAL amount of fat on his body. I mean even the title of the video he posted last week, “I got called chubby and I can’t do this anymore” is annoying as hell. Now granted maybe MAYBE. he does have some form of body dismorphia but even then his history of fat shaming people completely contradicts everything he said in the video. He’s basically insinuating that he is allowed to make comments about other people’s appearances but it is absolutely unacceptable for someone to do the say to him. Wtf???

And what sickens me most of all is the fact that he’s made countless comments about other people’s weight, mainly UNDERAGED GIRLS. Oh and what about all the times he’s made rude remarks about Shane’s weight??? You know, Shane Dawson, who has actually confirmed that he has an eating disorder??? My point is, Greg, you’re not chubby. Stop trying to gain sympathy from your viewers by exploiting on other people’s insecurities. I’m sorry if this seems blunt I am just so enraged by this.

#anti onision #anti o #greg jackson #james jackson #onision #if any of these points trigger you guys please let me know

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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A dream you're having (Thorcid) - Saiphl

This is a repost of a work I’ve shared a long time ago, unfortunately and for unknown reasons it disappeared and now I’m reposting.

So, for those who are new here and haven’t read it, this texts is highly triggering and here are the warnings: gun shots, homophobia, violence and references to many deaths.

For those who already knew this text, thanks for giving it another shot and I hope you enjoy the now betaed version.

My most sincere thank you to Alexandriabelle for helping me to tame it.

=================== A dream you’re having

“How do you know this isn’t a dream you’re having, and if this is a dream, does that make it any less real?”

He woke up with the first traces of sunlight that hit his eyelids. His whole body was aching like hell. He exhaled while moving his torso, lying on his belly as he was, it took a monstrous effort to turn to his back. It was worse when he tried to cover his eyes with his left arm, the sun outside casting a very bright light.

-What the fuck?- He mumbled, the smell of fabric softener making things confusing for him. It didn’t even smell like the one he used on his own bed clothes… He didn’t remember how the hell he got to bed, a fuzzy image of him still in drag before everything faded black. His pounding head was a reminder to never, ever drink black pearls again. Taking a deep breath, Jamin finally managed to sit on the bed, allowing his eyes to adjust to the morning light.

A funny clock with music keys working as the actual numbers greeted him, letting know that those lights weren’t the first lights of the morning. It was actually noon and he was still confused and trying to figure out where he was. Everything was messy around him, instrument cases on the shadiest corner, clothes, shoes, wigs and pumps here and there, a comforter full of makeup and a huge mirror holding colorful pictures.

Jamin got off the bed, feeling dizzy and realizing he was butt naked, his drag neatly folded over the only chair on the messy bedroom of what he realized was Shane’s place in Brooklyn. He catches a glimpse of his face on the mirror: smeared yellow and dark orange makeup, his lids still sticky with mascara and eyeliner, the fading shade of his overdrawn lips of the night before, and a non subtle path of hickies going down through his chest, belly and abs.

Ok, he had better mornings, but still he couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face; engaging with Thorgy after a gig would always be a blast, especially if you wake up gloriously naked on her bed and still wearing what’s left of your makeup of the night before. Still smiling to himself on the mirror, he started cleansing his face.

- And that’s what I call a well-rested-arrogant-self-satisfied-and-totally-spent-bitch face-, Shane said, lying on the frame of the door with his arms crossed, the dreadlocks going everywhere down his shoulders, back and chest, making Jamin’s smile grow wider, just to turn and face him

-Guess I’m a self satisfied bitch right now, the Hansel and Gretel-ish path to my dick says that we had a great time -, Shane couldn’t help but smile at Jamin, with the same self satisfied expression.

-Well, if you are into fucking the dead, it was a great night- Shane answered, with that little spark of the teaser. Not noticing at all, they took a couple of steps to each other, and there was it, that magnetic force that pulled Thorgy to Betty’s bed the first time working its magic again, this time, dragging Jamin to Shane’s bed… for the we-lost-our-count-a-long-while-ago time. A tangle of limbs going here and there, soft whispers and parted lips.

Jamin is awake again, feeling disoriented and with a headache threatening to make him blind, he’s not sure where he is, the only thing he knows, is everything hurts… from the blinking of his eyes, to the attempts of deep breathing; but most of all, there’s something that hurts most than his body, a deep pain on his chest making him sure that anything is alright and will never be again. He had never been a fatalist, but everything in that moment felt as wrong as a saint shooting two guns at the same time to the crowd.

His mouth was dry and his throat felt like he haven’t used it for ages, an attempt of sound formed on the back, making him sound like a wounded beast, exhaling the last of its life, a muffled voice coming from beside him, something like “he’s awake… he’s awake!”, immediately followed by what it seemed an acute beep that hurt his ears badly, making his headache even more intense. Soon the place was full of voices and silhouettes that Jamin couldn’t see at all, he already tried to produce a word, but his voice wasn’t helping at all.

-Where am I?- he finally produced, when a soothing wave of painkillers flood through his veins, making him able to focus on see what was in front of him, the worried face of Christopher was there, who produced a little smile when he heard him talk.

-It’s a long story pal… thank god you’re back- he said to Jamin, quickly looking to the other side in a futile attempt to hide the tears that were falling down his eyes.

After a couple of minutes, what seemed to him, like an army of nurses and doctors left them alone, and Bob took again the place beside Jamin’s bed. -Jesus Betty, you know how to keep a bitch awake- he joked, with a half smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Jamin sighed, being blasted by the sting of pain on his ribcage.

-Where am I, Chris?- he asked again, making Bob exhale so slow that if it weren’t for the heavy weight Jamin felt over his arms, could’ve slapped him to bring him back.

-We are at Brooklyn hospital, J- was the cryptic answer from Christopher, that made Jamin get the chill, he didn’t remember why he could end at Brooklyn Hospital, but something in Chris’ face, told him that something was really wrong and it had something to do with the big hole he felt all over his chest.

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Shane was pacing around like a defenseless caged animal, his face tense as the strings of his violin, it has been more than three hours since Jamin’s last call, he were supposed to reach him at the club, they had a gig together, and as far as he found himself busy doing his face and bringing Thorgy back to life, he didn’t noticed how much time passed since the tone of her cell announced that call, that made him smile.

He was about giving the thousand u turn on the dressroom when the door got opened, Jamin’s tired face finally showing through it, Thorgy ran straight to him, rushing some kisses over his face and lips -I was so worried, it’s been three hours since we spoke and…-

Jamin took Shane’s hands on his -and I’m here… I’m sorry I’m so late, my luggage took ages at the conveyor belt and things got nasty when I came from the airport… but I’m here babe, I’m here-.

Thorgy gave one more peck to Jamin’s lips and look straight to his blue eyes, -Let’s get you ready, do your face, I’ll get your clothes hun- .

Shane’s head was running wild, but he managed to be outcoming and cheerful as he has always been on the stage, few hours later, they were heading to Kim’s place in Chicago, the car windows were darkened, so they could easily go through the streets without being noticed. They hadn’t call a cab for some years now, it wasn’t safe anymore, but at the end of the night, they always had each other to soothe the awfulness of the world around them.

Kim greeted them with a meaningful smile as soon as he opened the door, and that was everything to them, there were still few safe places, there were so little chances to get together and feel that everything didn’t change. That night, when they crashed on the guest room of Kim’s house, Shane kept a strong grip on Jamin’s t-shirt while he slid in a less than peaceful sleep and Jamin caressed his hair until he felt calmed enough to fall asleep too.

They have been together for some years and Jamin was worried, most of all, that the violent times they were living could reach them; by that time, he was sure enough that waking up to an empty spot where Shane’s smiling face should be, was the last thing that could happen and he was not taking that risk. He should take Shane and himself away from the US as soon as he could.

===

Jamin woke up again to see Christopher’s face again, looking even more tired and showing dark circles under the eyes -what time is it now?- he asked, still with raspy voice -it’s noon, you’ve been sleeping for a while, lazy bitch- both of them smiled to each other, too exhausted to actually laugh. -So… what’s the story, Bob? why am I at the Brooklyn hospital with your ugly face beside my bed?- the smile on Chris’ face faded again, He stood as tall as he was, making Jamin feel small and defenseless, the hole in his chest more evident with every second passing.

-Well… guess you were fucked up enough to not remember but…- Bob covered his face with his hands, to finally look at Jamin again. -You and Shane were at this drink and draw thing you were invited to, downtown New York, many of our friends were there too- he said, starting to pace on the little hospital room -one of those radical groups found out and there was a shooting- Bob’s voice cracked, his eyes full with tears -we… we’ve lost many of them, Michael, Greg, Jaremy, Dan, his husband… they all are gone-.

Jamin started feeling numb, Michael and Greg were close friends to him, they have always supported his approach of drag, and were more than loud on encouraging him to keep faithful to his style and aesthetics. Knowing those great human beings were lost, felt like someone kicked his nuts so hard that he couldn’t feel anything else, but most of all, he caught Chris’ avoidance to mention the one he cared the most - how long I’ve been here? where’s Shane?- he asked, feeling the bile rising up his throat.

-It’s been a week, the doctors were not so optimistic on you coming back with us, J- Christopher said, in a darkened voice - about Shane… I need you to keep calm, you shouldn’t do anything stupid- he continued, noticing how his voice became lower-. Jamin looked straight at him.

-Where’s Shane?- he asked, his voice raised in a high pitch -is he…?- He couldn’t even think on a world where Shane wasn’t spreading his light and optimism. A world where Shane will not be apprehensively gripping his t-shirt to sleep, or to kiss him good morning.

Bob took a deep breathe, unconsciously taking his fingers to press the bridge of his nose -he’s here too… - he said, after long seconds, trying to find his own words and not to hurt even more his dear friend -he’s got a couple of shots… certainly less than you got, but he lost lots of blood, and he barely made it through the hospital… he hasn’t come back yet, but with each day the hopes are less… and less- Christopher finished that last sentence sobbing.

He wished to have better news to Jamin, he wished to tell him Shane was ok, that he was going to make it, but not even him could dare to make such a stupid promise.

Jamin felt like he was going down an everlasting spiral, his head spinning madly and the hole in his chest even heavier than before, he wanted… no, he needed to see him, he needed to be with him, to hold his hand, to talk to him even if it was for a last time. He tried to move, but his body didn’t respond, all those painkillers and what he realized at that moment that was a cast holding the whole of his left leg and the surgical pins on his right arm didn’t allow him to move at all. Silent tears flood from his eyes, making him feel useless and alone.

Christopher held his hand while the both of them cried and finally, Jamin fell asleep again so conscious of the illness of his body and how broken his heart was, the only thing he wanted was to see him, his Shane, even if it was to say goodbye.

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Shane has never been an early bird, but that morning he felt full of energy… more than usual, he carefully left the bed, went for a walk and stopped at the grocery store to get some fresh fruits, went back home, sang a couple of songs and cooked a perfectly-done tower of pancakes, brewed some fresh coffee and went as silent as he could back to the bedroom, where Jamin was still asleep, gloriously calm and all tangled with the sheets of the bed.

That sight took Shane’s breath away, it wasn’t by far, the first time he saw the new morning feeling Jamin by his side, but this morning was very special… ‘cause that was the first morning he was able to see his brand new husband, sleeping in the place they will share for, what he expected, was going to be a long, long, long, long time.

By that time, everyone knew they were officially together, but they decided to keep it just for the two of them becoming a married couple. They exchanged a couple of silver rings in front of a peace judge, with the promise of a forever that started with them spending their first hours together walking through a winter night in DC.

Back to Brooklyn, they moved together to Jamin’s place, something that was natural after the time they had been a couple, and even when the department was a mess, Shane finally felt at home when he saw the resting face of Jamin, who started moving in the bed, looking for him on the empty spot of the bed, and finally opened his eyes, barely seeing the blurry shape of Shane on the door.

-Morning sleepy head- Shane greeted him with a full mouthed smile while taking some steps to the bed, and once on his reach, Jamin managed to pull him back to his side.

-Why are you up this early? you know, I didn’t get married to find an empty bed when I wake up- was the sleepy response he gave to him, who was already kissing his forehead and nose.

-It’s not my fault that you’re a lazy bitch, it’s close to noon and you’re still sleeping- Shane said him playfully just to tickle his ribs.

A sting of pain on his ribcage made him open the eyes, by that time he was already sick of being in bed, but his arm and leg will not let him go far from that place, and feeling that new burning pain wasn’t helping him at all, being alone on that room took him by surprise, by that time, Davis, Derrick, Sang and even Zavion had taken turns with Christopher to take care of them both. The everlasting optimism of Derrick helped Jamin to make progress on getting sit most of the day, and the kindness of Sang kept his morale up high, but all of them refused to talk about Shane.

Jamin was getting impatient with that silent policy, and while he managed to beep calling a nurse, he was expecting for Zavion to go and bring him some news… whatever it was, he wanted to know about the outer world and most of all, he wanted to know something, anything that he could tell him about Shane. Zavion crossed the door still smiling reassuringly to Jamin, but his face grew stressed as soon as he saw him

-Good Lord, Betty you’re bleedin’, lemme get a nurse for ya-, the dark skinned man ran to the hallway and was back in a second and behind the glass, while three nurses managed to strip him from the hospital robe and started working, followed a few seconds later by a doctor who decided Jamin was going back to surgery.

Zavion walked beside Jamin, talking to him and telling him everything was going to be alright. Then the elevator door closed leaving Jamin alone with the personal, feeling in pain and even more weak, the last thing he saw, the lights of the operating room fading through the plastic of the anesthetist mask.

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Derrick and Mackenzie were on each side of Shane’s bed, laying on that place, pale and thin, he didn’t resemble the unstoppable energy that always surrounded Thorgy wherever she went.

Mac was fixing Shane’s nails, while Derrick spoke to him about how things outside seemed to get better, also about Sutan and Karl pretended romance and how people were rooting for it in an attempt to keep up their hopes, when his phone vibrated, making him leave the ICU room. Just a second later, Derrick went back with a worried expression and told Mac he was joining Zavion in the surgery floor… something was wrong with Jamin.

Mac sighed loudly, and kept working on Shane’s nails, thinking of something else to say, something to get him distracted from the idea of Jamin going again to surgery, of how much will it hurt losing two of their closest friends, especially after they’ve lost Nick in the same shooting. Mac gave one longing sight to the door where Derrick walked away and went back to Shane.

-So… Zavion and Sang had a blast of a gig last night, at least, they had a very good crowd watching them and… - Mac was unable to continue, Shane’s hand was holding his, still with closed eyes, and the slow breathing, becoming heavy.

Mac’s eyes were wide open, and started calling for help. Mac stood outside of the window of the room, watching the doctor and nurses work their magic, while Shane’s confused eyes were looking with a note of desperation to find out what was happening.

In the surgery floor, Derrick and Zavion were pacing with a pregnant silence heavily surrounding them until a very tired looking doctor went to them. -How is he?- was the barely audible words that left Derrick’s mouth.

-It was a tough surgery, Mr. Ruhren lost a lot of blood again, we repaired his lung but we will have to wait until he wakes up to know if there’s any collateral damage, he’s weak and will be sent to ICU to get him under close surveillance- after those words, the doctor left and Derrick finally collapsed.

Zavion barely caught him, leading him to sit on a chair. -We need to stay strong D, there’s nothing left for us to do,- the southern man told his friend, still holding him by the arms -we cannot let them see us fall apart- he continued as Derrick started sobbing loudly.

-I can’t… no more, it’s like having Nick dying again, what if one of them doesn’t make it? how can we tell them the other half of his life is lost forever?- Derrick asked Zavion, on the verge of hysteria, they hugged in silence, lack of response, and losing what was left of their hope when Derrick’s phone buzzed making both of them jump…

“Thorgy’s back I need at least one of you here please”, Mac’s message caught them off of guard, but almost immediately, both of them ran to the elevator to join Mac on ICU, where they found Mac holding Shane’s hand, and whispering something very fast.

Jamin plugged in the lights and the Christmas tree came to life, showing sparkling colors here and there, caressing his face with the neon colors they both liked so much, it was their first Christmas married and it had to be perfect, even when he was a Jew, he wanted everything to look as bright as Shane’s pre-christmas good mood.

-Oh my God! oh my God!- was the first that came to Jamin’s ears after the door of their home was open -this is so beautiful babe, thank you- Shane told him, going to hug him from behind, pulling him close to his chest.

-Well, everything for my Thorgles-, Jamin answered, caressing the hands of his husband on his belly, they stood there, watching the lights shine for a moment.

-You know, this is incomplete, I always imagined sharing this with some loving husband while we danced slowly to the view of Brooklyn at night- Jamin said, teasing Shane, who immediately laughed and allowed Jamin to be free of his embrace.

-Dear husband, you actually have a loving husband and a Brooklyn night outside the window, so allow me to give you the whole fantasy.- Shane kissed Jamin’s jaw line and then went to the stereo, turning it on and picking an old CD from the rack they recently installed to put his collection in. Some seconds later, Shane offered his hand in the most elaborated floriture to take Jamin’s and pulling him to slow dance to an Elvis Presley song.

They kissed in front of the window, caressed by the christmas tree lights and, still dancing, even after the music ended, even when the lights of their neighborhood started to be turned off.

-Guess I could have this forever- Shane said, still lost in the warmth of his husband’s body,

-Now I can tell this is like the pre-christmas I’ve ever wanted- Jamin replied, caressing Shane’s dreadlocks.

Shane kissed Jamin’s lips once more and then looked into his eyes -I think… I think I’m ready.- Jamin seemed a bit confused and Shane smiled to him -we should tell our friends that we are officially married-.

Jamin smiled to him -I don’t know… I’m not ready to share you with the world, you know, I like you being just my husband… being just mine.-

Shane pulled him closer, to rest his chin on the other man’s shoulder. -Silly, I will always be your husband… I’ll will always be just yours,- with these words he closed his eyes, to let Jamin’s body fill him

-I can handle that, I guess… but only if you promise to keep being just my Shane.- As a response, Shane started kissing his collarbone.

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Shane’s eyes flood with tears, as Mac’s whispers kept going, a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes greeted Derrick and Zavion as he saw them coming, Derrick went in without thinking and Mac kissed Shane’s cheek goodbye.

Derrick took Mac’s place and Shane spoke with raspy voice -how’s my babe? Mac told me… how is he?-, Derrick took a deep breath and spoke -he’s not so well, his lung bled again and the doctor repaired it, but they don’t know what will happen- was the honest answer he gave to his friend, who closed his eyes and sighed.

-We… we wanted to talk to you all, but seems like fucking fate is refusing to let us do what we decided to do- Shane said to Derrick, who stared at him puzzled

-What are you talking about?- he asked, falling for the curiosity.

-The one who’s lung has been repaired is not just my partner, best friend and lover… he’s also and most importantly, my husband- Shane said, half laughing, half crying again. -Could you please ask them to put my husband close to me, as far as I can’t take care of him, I want to be by his side if one… or both of us are close to death?- Shane asked, his voice cracking.

Derrick went to the medical central to check if getting them together could be an option, as far as their condition was so delicate, and the most he could get, was getting Jamin across the hallway, to get both of them as close as was medically possible.

Even when Shane’s condition was improving, they were not so optimistic on leaving or even moving him to a regular room, his organs were still regenerating and getting him in too much movement would imply a higher risk.

On the other side, a week later, Jamin was still asleep, breathing steadier, but asleep and Shane was put on a recovery room a couple of days back, falling to his own anxiety, as far as he didn’t allow none of his friends to keep the truth away from him.

When Sang went to see him, Shane just held his hand, waiting for any news, whatever it came, but he just sighed -why do you keep doing this Thorg? things are exactly like yesterday and the last twelve hours, you should stop torturing yourself-, Sang told him, being as honest and caring as he had always been with his unstoppable friend.

Shane silently cried again, he knew Sang was right, and as much as he wished to see Jamin’s blue eyes staring at him, asking every now and then how was everything going in the ICU room, was not going to improve anything -it… it’s just I miss him so much, I’d rather sit beside his bed than staying here, being useless- Shane answered in a whisper, clearly frustrated and in pain.

-You almost bled to death from a hole in your stomach and your right kidney is still failing, baby, you’re not so much better than him, you need to take care of yourself before trying to take care of him… you’re actually helping him by getting better- the Korean man said matter of factly, with the same ease as if he were talking to a stubborn toddler, and Shane just sighed as an answer, letting the silence rise up around them.

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Jamin had been travelling in South America, and as much as he loved performing, he missed being at home with Shane, who had travelled to Canada few days before Jamin had to go to Brazil, they had very busy schedules, and the Christmas Tree was silently waiting for them at the same place where it lit them up to dance for that magical night.

It was December the 15th, and he had been invited to a drink and draw event, he was meant to be there by himself, but he couldn’t stand to be apart of Shane for another day, so when he picked up his luggage from the conveyor belt, he made his best to ignore the unease spreading on his belly. As soon as he got home, Jamin joined an unconscious Shane that fell asleep on the couch zapping the TV, on the screen some random cooking show making a comfortable background noise.

-Babe… come on honey wake up, I’m home- Jamin whispered on Shane’s ear and giving a kiss on his jawline, making him jump a little and half open his eyes to hum some unintelligible response. -Come on sleeping beauty, time to kiss your prince- Jamin said, and Shane slid his arms around his waist

-No… if I’m sleeping, the prince has to come and kiss my…- not allowing him to finish the sentence, Jamin kissed him hungrily, almost with desperation and getting a loud whine from Shane when he broke the kiss -and now you’ve got my attention, are you ok Elizabeth?-

Jamin made himself comfortable on Shane’s arms and Shane stared straight to his blue eyes -nothing… I guess, I have this drink and draw invite, and I’m not feeling like going.-

Shane pouted his lips -but you actually changed bookings to be here for that, you should go- he said, adjusting his body on Jamin’s embrace

-I know, but I missed you much more than I wanted to go to that event- a soft smile painted Shane’s lips, and an echoing one on Jamin’s face

-Ya’know wha? we both are going, but not before I get you-, Shane said, sliding his hand down Jamin’s pants, making him moan at the contact.

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Christopher went down the emergency stairs taking two steps at a time, even when it took less than 5 minutes, he felt like it took hours and when he finally reached Shane’s room, bent at the waist and gasping to catch his breath, he looked at both the man, that were looking at him, with puzzled looks. -Guys, Betty’s back! babbling incoherences about some nordic god- the tall men told them, unable to keep the grin out of his face.

Sang jumped off the chair and clapped his hands, making Shane quiver on the bed. -How is he?- Shane asked with cracking voice.

-The doctors are still checking up on him, but everything seems to be fine, his lung is working better than they expected, and that bitch was just taking a beauty sleep.- Bob half laughed, and coughed again, just to walk towards Thorgy and reassuringly take his hand. -If everything’s alright with him, they’ll take the pins off in a week, looks like the both of you made it through the worst part Thorg-.

It felt weird to be called that way, all of them had been calling his birth name since he woke up, and thinking about Thorgy, Betty and their colorful existence seemed like a long lost dream.

-I want to see him- Shane said, matter of factly -I need to see that bitch and tell him how much I’ve missed him.-

Sang held his wrist intending to keep the man on the bed -you’re not going anywhere without a doctor supervising it, remember getting better helps him to get better-.

Shane stared at Sang in clear surrender, making Christopher’s mouth fall open -don’t be that surprised… I can be reasonable sometimes- Shane said, getting a cautious glare from Christopher.

-I know you better than that Shane Thor Galligan-Ruhren, so I guess I should go to get some medical approval to get your ass to your man- Shane giggled as a response and then asked Sang to give him a mirror to fix his dreadlocks.

A couple of hours and a long last discussion across the hallway later, Sang was pushing Shane on a wheelchair, and he was twisting his hands in a weird way, keeping his shoulders as straight as he had a metal line guiding his back. The somber expression in his eyes fading slowly as they reached to Jamin’s room, whose voice can be heard from the hallway.

-C’mon Chi Chi, you can convince the doctor to take me there… do it for this old bitch.- Zavion’s laughter filled the place for a second.

-Not the first time you request that bro, and the answer is the same. No! You can’t get out of here. You almost died, we are not taking those risks-, Jamin grunt as an answer and then started laughing to finish in a light coughing… Shane’s heart skipped a beat when he heard him laugh… he was alive.

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Shane jumped in Jamin’s arms, making his husband slowly awake -Thorg? what happened baby?-, a bit disoriented. Shane looked for Jamin’s lips with his own, there was something bitter and desperate on that kiss. Something that made feel Jamin like Shane was trying to make sure the moment was real, that they were together on that old couch that Shane refused to give away when they moved to their apartment. Jamin caressed his back trying to soothe him.

Once he made sure he was on their living room, still naked and with the Christmas tree still shining, Shane sighed in relief.

Keeping a firm grip on Jamin’s biceps, still feeling too overwhelmed to speak, but doing it anyways -what time is it?- he asked, and Jamin glanced to the music keys clock on the wall.

-It’s late for the drink and draw, but a perfect time to cuddle with my husband-, Shane cuddled against Jamin’s chest, while Jamin reached with his free hand for the remote.

-I guess we both missed each other a lot more than we thought, as far as I’m unable to get away from you-, Shane said and Jamin laughed, drawing patterns on Shane’s back distractedly.

-Why did you jump like that? were you having bad dreams?- Jamin teased Shane, who got pale, almost greenish, and Jamin looked at him feeling his stiffness. -What happened baby?- he asked, starting to soothe him again by caressing his back. -You know you can tell me anything-.

Shane buried his nose on the hem of his neck and took some minutes to make his head clear -I… had this dream, where we both were about to die, away from each other and nothing knowing that we are married, and no one allowing us to say a proper goodbye and…- Jamin reached for Shane’s chin and kissed him tenderly.

-We are ok, babe… we are more than ok, we are healthy, and together, and butt naked and… at least in my case, really horny.- Shane giggled at that statement, he was getting horny too.

-We may throw a Christmas Eve Dinner and share the news with our people- said Jamin, before kissing Shane again, who was by then pumping his shaft with a hand and making him moan.

The remote that Jamin had been holding fell to the floor, and they got lost on each other, while in the night news they were broadcasting live from the drink and draw event.

The event had been attacked by a group of extremists, the police still assessing the damages and the injured and dead people.

#rpdr fanfiction #acid betty #thorgy thor #derrick barry #bob the drag queen #kim chi #chi chi devayne #nebraska thunderfuck #thorcid #angst #canon compliant #a dream youre having #saiphl #tw death #tw gun violence #tw homophobia #tw violence #s8

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dwayners13 · 6 years ago

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Can’t ignore the irony, 1.) Greg destroys parts of a wetland buffer zone & is ‘less than honest’ about it with his fans & it COSTS him quite a bit of money, Repzion (an old foe of Onision) makes a video that gives some of Greg’s young fans some ‘inconvenient facts’ that Greg left out & clarifies some of Greg’s ‘manipulative language’ (ie., it was just ‘yard work’ by a ‘swamp’) & Repzion actually MAKES quite a bit of money. 2.) Greg makes a ‘documentary’ trying to paint Shane as a sexual predator based on some stupid jokes that were made in poor taste years ago, but then some women come out talking about allegations about Greg.

#onision #shane dawson #repzion #swamps vs. wetlands #manipulative language vs. Inconvenient facts

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rice-cake-art · 6 years ago

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Slowly turning into an Anti Onision Blog...

Thanks to Repzion's latest video..i have a few things to say regarding Onion Boy who wants to say the internet is stupid but yet has made a living off of it and who is "desperately" struggling with cash cause he isnt a functional adult. I wish I had the money he says not to have, i could get into art school and help my family. Anyway, let me begin on my little rant.

I love how this 30 something year old man throws around slurs and insults left and right like a pathetic teenager desperately trying to look cool but turns into a butthurt child when someone says anything about him or Kia. Videos about Kalvin, Blaire, Shane, etc have evidence of this hypocrisy. The women stepping up are finally done of Being "private" about those shady things he has done while he continues to air out more garage about them that honestly don't help his case. I hope Greg and Kia are locked away for a long time with their kids somewhere very safe and not damaged from their parent's way of life. I've never seen someone be so blind about their own mistakes and still try to bash people who do things he doesn't like. He even says he's want to get a tattoo on this drama and how he isn't responding to it anymore. That's a worse idea for a tattoo than getting your partner's name tattooed on you. I can't believe i use to look up to this man and hate people he attacked. I'm glad I quickly saw through his act then stopped watching his garbage content.

#onision #anti onision #onion boy #anti o #rant #sorry for the rant #repzion #can he not #can he stop #can he chill #why

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soft-sickness · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on the Jake Paul series

Okay I’m gonna start by saying I’m shit with words and my brain may scatter so if everything seems unorganised in this, then uh, my bad guys.

Now, at the beginning of the series, I didn’t have much of an opinion on Jake Paul. I heard a few stories about him from them trending on social media but I never watched his videos or kept up with his drama. So needless to say, I was able to be pretty unbiased about the series.

Now, at the beginning Shane was learning about what it meant to be a sociopath. He was joined by Kati Morton who I genuinely thought did a horrendous job at explaining the symptoms. Not only did she come across extremely vague to a point where basically anyone could be considered a sociopath, but she also used words like “icky” and “gross” to describe them which was extremely unprofessional of her. Now, I understand she meant that empathetic people would hear about those traits and think the traits are gross but either way, as a professional she shouldn’t be offensive like that about mental disorders. If memory serves correctly, she did end up apologising but her apology, to me, seemed very forced and just not genuine at all. Anyway, you get the point. I don’t agree with the way she came across at all in the situation. As for Shane during that episode, he definitely put a horror vibe into things which didn’t bother me at all. He treated the series like he would any other series of his. I respect that. It made things more entertaining for those who have a hard time focusing and he meant no harm by it. Shane definitely got sociopaths and psychopaths mixed up a lot which is honestly something stupid for people to be mad about. It’s so common for people to mix those two things up and you could definitely tell Shane was doing his best to understand things.

Moving on, his interview with Nick Crompton. I have so much respect for that video. There were funny parts but it was serious when it needed to be. Nick was extremely respectful which I didn’t expect. He’s a very genuine and kind person. You could see that he was trying his best to word things properly and stay honest and respect privacy when needed. I don’t have too much to say about that video. Very professional and respectful.

Alissa Violet. She’s definitely one of the people I had the biggest problems with. She was hurt by Jake repeatedly. That’s undeniable. Their “relationship” was toxic and unstable and a majority of it was Jakes fault. However, one thing that annoyed me the most about her was when Shane asked her if there was anything she might have done wrong in the relationship. If there was anything that she did that could’ve harmed Jake or been toxic/unhealthy. Alissa completely avoided the question by immediately attacking Jake even more. I in no way think Jake is innocent and I’m not trying to justify his actions but Alissa definitely played a part in things that she just completely avoided. She was extremely unhelpful during the entire interview. She made herself seem 100% innocent and blamed alcohol on her actions which is just childish in my opinion.

Moving on to Ericka Costell. I think she is an amazing influence in Jakes life. I think she will be very good to him and make a huge impact on him in the long run. I don’t think she’s completely innocent either. She was friends with Alissa and when Alissa left, she started to date Jake which can cause problems for the friendship. I’m not saying it’s completely wrong to do that but I do think there should’ve been some communication to understand everyone’s feelings about that. Also, I think her song talking about how she isn’t “her”, which I assume is meaning Jakes ex, just seems super petty and immature. I think it was completely unnecessary. Other than that, I think she does her best to be a good person. She’s a little cocky but nothing too extreme.

This part of my opinion will probably upset a lot of people, but I in no way think Jake is racist. His drama with the Martinez twins is just super over dramatic and unnecessary. The Martinez twins never bluntly stated that Jakes jokes were upsetting them. They may have dropped hints about it, sure, but they never bluntly stated that that specific word was upsetting them. Don’t make racist jokes if you can’t handle people making racist jokes back. Don’t expect people to pick up on hints and then get mad when they can’t read your mind. The Martinez twins should have acted like adults and physically stated that the jokes were upsetting them and they shouldn’t have made racist jokes back. So in my opinion, they have no right to call Jake racist for jokes if they were doing the exact same thing.

Oh man, now moving on to Logan Paul. Logan overall was extremely disrespectful. He didn’t act professional. He also felt the absolute need to include himself in one way or another in the series which I just deemed as completely childish. I do NOT think Logan is a sociopath, not at all. I think his environment growing up playing a huge role in his mindset and attitude. I also think he got much more attention and got away with a lot more growing up so he no longer thinks that anyone has a right to tell him what is/isn’t okay. Overall I just think he’s an asshole who knows he’s an asshole but just doesn’t care as long as he’s deemed better than Jake. I believe Logan is extremely narcissistic (not NPD, just very cocky. I’m not sure what other words can describe him besides narcissistic and cocky).

Greg Paul. The father of the boys. He is DEFINITELY the worst person in this series. He is supposed to be an adult and a role model for his sons. He’s supposed to teach them right from wrong and never make one boy feel more loved than the other. I think he’s a terrible father. He supports his kids bad decisions and acts more childish than either boy. He raised his kids to be unhealthily competitive and, in a way, punished the kid who always “lost” in competitions which unfortunately just happened to be Jake. There genuinely way too much to even explain about Greg. He disgusts me as a human being and his kids deserved to be raised in a much better environment than what they were.

Jake Paul. Our main boy. I think Jake has done a LOT of horrible shit. Some of which can never be forgiven. The dead body? Unforgivable. The abuse? Unforgivable. Some things are just incapable of being forgiven. However, holding a grudge isn’t good either. He may not be forgiven for those things but they do not define him as a person either. I think Jake is super oblivious to A LOT of things. I don’t think he genuinely grasps the concept of right from wrong. I think over time he slowly becomes more aware and learns but not unless someone points it out to him and thoroughly explains it. There’s also no denying the fact that Jake is desperately trying to improve himself as a person. He hasn’t quite learned how to word things properly which seems to upset a lot of people but he’s doing his best and I respect that. Jake didn’t defend his actions and instead, he explained his mindset and took blame like an adult. He may not have worded it properly but the intention was obvious that he was trying to own up to his mistakes. I think overtime he will improve a lot in life and become a much better person, I just hope he gets more positive influences in his life and I hope one day he is capable of understanding his dad and brother are toxic to be around and Jake needs to express boundaries with them. I may not be overly fond of Jake but I respect the person he’s trying to become.

Shane. I can’t believe I even have to talk about Shane in this, but apparently he’s getting a lot of hate as well. First and foremost, SHANE DID NOT CONDONE RACISM. Shane made the series to get everyone’s point of view and let them tell their side of the story. He has no intention of attacking anyone or invalidating them. Anyone who is mad saying Shane was allowing racism, you’re being over dramatic. Shane let Jake tell his side of the story. Shane wasn’t there to be biased and rude. Jokes are jokes. Offensive or not, that doesn’t make them “not jokes” just because you don’t find them funny. In multiple videos, Jake AND the Martinez twins made racist jokes towards each other. I dont want to hear any “you can’t be racist towards white people” shit cause that’s just plain ignorant and annoying. You can be racist towards any race. Shane had pure intentions and meant no harm by anything. He has my full respect and he put a lot of time and effort into making this series. He doesn’t deserve this unnecessary hate people are giving him. I have no respect for those who create drama in their minds just to pretend to be oppressed.

Now, Andrew. I don’t even have an opinion for anything involving Andrews actions in the series. Everything is well filmed and edited amazingly. Andrew deserves a lot more credit than he gets and I’m extremely thankful for all his time and effort put into creating this series for all of us. He was, is and continues to be a blessing on the YouTube platform. I hope he gets plenty of rest and recovers from this exhausting series.

#the mind of jake paul #shane dawson #jake paul #logan paul #nick crompton #alissa violet #kati morton #the martinez twins #ericka costell #andrew siwicki #docuseries #greg paul #opinions #i respect shane dawson #mine

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hazyheel · 6 years ago

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Smackdown Live 4/9/19 Review

The night started out with a big championship celebration from the New Day. Kofi was showered with you deserve it chants, along with just general Kofi chants. Kingston seemed to be emotional right off the bat, as Xavier Woods and Big E hyped him up to the crowd. Big E even did another split for the crowd, which very much excited them. It was a pretty basic promo, but then they talked about Kingston’s win in a very heartfelt promo. Woods even said that Kingston was one of his heroes. Kofi even slightly broke the fourth wall by saying that his victory was not in the script. Kofi thanked his family, who was there. But then the Bar interrupted, to huge boos. They demanded thanks for causing a DQ last night, because he was going to lose his belt in the first defense. The Bar then challenged New Day to a 6-man tag, with McIntyre as their third. That match will happen later

Grade: B+. Even though it was a basic promo, it was an emotional one. It is still so hard to believe that Kofi Kingston is WWE champion, but it feels so right. His family was there and very happy, Woods and Big E were still emotional too. It was just great. And I was looking forward to the 6-man tag later on.

Speaking of 6-man tags, Ricochet, Aleister Black and Ali took on Rusev, Shinsuke Nakamura and Andrade. It was pretty fast paced and enjoyable. And even the commentators called Ali “Mustafa” at one point. The finishing sequence was awesome, with Ricochet taking out Rusev with a splash off the barricade, only for Nakamura to hit him with the Kinshasa. Black then hit Nakamura off the apron with a Black Mass, only to get hit with a massive back elbow from Andrade. Ali then nailed Andrade with the best reverse rana I have ever seen, and a 450 splash for the win. However, when the match was over, Ali was ambushed with an RKO from Randy Orton, and Kevin Owens attacked Rusev with a stunner. What the hell is happening?

Grade: B. I wasn’t a huge fan of this basic TV match, but the finisher fest in the end was really awesome. Plus, I think 2 feuds were set up? Maybe? Idk, but Orton vs. Ali would be awesome. Fun closing sequence, and just an odd amount of set up for the future.

Backstage, The Usos had a quick interview, congratulating Kingston and then saying that they need to prove they are the best tag team in WWE history by beating the Hardy’s in a championship match later on.

In the ring, R-Truth and Carmella cut a pretty basic Promo to pop the crowd. R-Truth said that Carmella defeated Andre the Giant in the Royal Rumble. It was funny, and Carmella then attributed her face turn to R-Truth. She said her Battle Royal win is just the beginning for her, and she has big things in her future. Samoa Joe then came out, and he attacked R-Truth. Samoa Joe said that he would fight anyone right now, and Braun Strowman responded, and the two attacked each other in a crazy brawl. Joe locked in the Coquina clutch for a bit, but Strowman broke out. Strowman went for the powerslam, but Joe was too heavy and slipped out.

Grade: C+. A little too chaotic for me. Why was R-Truth involved in this? I really don’t know. But Joe vs. Strowman would be really fun, if they only had one match. I can’t really see a series between them being very entertaining, but as an oddball match, it would be fun for a pay per view. Huge match too.

The IIconics then came out for their first title defense of the Women’s Tag Team Championships. They said that they will be fighting champions, and they announced two jobbers, who were supposed to be the best women’s tag team in Brooklyn. Corey kept messing up their names too while saying they were one of the best tag teams in the world, it was funny. The two women were actually really good, selling their ass off for the new champions.

Grade: C. Average squash match.

Backstage, Paige was watching the the women’s tag match, and announced that next week, she would be bringing in her own tag team. Could be fun to see Paige in a managerial role, she was a great authority figure. I look forward to that.

Next out was Shane McMahon to talk about his victory at Wrestlemania. Shane said that during the match, Mr Miz gave him a black eye, and claimed that beating down George was self defense and nothing more. Shane called himself best in the world, to which the crowd chanted CM Punk. Shane just said “please.” Shane tried to tell Greg Hamilton to give him a great introduction, but Greg simply said that people had threatened him if he called Shane best in the world. Shane was not satisfied, and dragged Greg away by his tie. When they got to the stage,

Grade: F. Stupid promo, weird ass feud, and no plot progression.

Next up, the Smackdown Tag Team Championship match between The Hardy’s and The Usos. The match started out surprisingly quick, with the Hardy’s moret than holding their own with the younger Usos. The crowd was also into this one, probably because of the fast tags. Jeff kicked out of a superkick and then splash, a shocking kickout for a TV match. They went up for the double Uce (how do they spell that.) but Jeff rolled away. Jimmy Was then hit with a twist of Fate and Swanton bomb to win the Smackdown tag team championships. After the match, Lars Sullivan came down to confront them, hitting Jeff with a Freak Accident, Matt with same sort of Powerslam, and a flying headbutt to Matt afterwards.

Grade: B+. Wow, surprising title change, but I am into it. Obviously, the Hardy’s will be around for a while, but if this is to give them one last title reign, I am into it. It was a good match, and the beatdown afterwards was fun too. Some people in the crowd tried to do a “you can’t wrestle” chant. They don’t even know, he is a good wrestler. I look forward to seeing his first feud, because he is shockingly good. They should at least be giving him jobbers soon.

Next up, the Man came out to talk about her win at Wrestlemania. She actually didn’t talk about it much, and then talked about Lacey Evans attacking her. Lynch said that she will still take on all comers for her belts, including Evans. As she was walking out, Evans attacked her again. Evans had the advantage this time, hitting the Woman’s Right and leaving.

Grade: C+. Rehash of yesterday. Still fun to see Lacey finally doing shit again.

And we came to the main event. The New Day vs. The Bar and McIntyre. For some reason, Sami Zayn came out to cut a promo on the crowd, and just said that smackdown wasn’t worth it. Big E and Cesaro had an interesting showdown, ending with Big E on top. Big E did eat a White Noise driver, only for Woods to break it up. However, Kingston got the win after a Trouble in Paradise to Sheamus. Kingston once again celebrated in the ring with his kids. And even his wife.

Grade: D+. Most of this match was during a commercial break, so I could barely see anything. Finishing sequence was kinda interesting, but not much more than that.

Overall Grade: C-

Pros: opening promo; 6-man tag; Smackdown tag team championship match

Cons: Terrible Mcmahon promo; main event; no new debuts

#hazyheel #wwe #wwe review #smackdown #smackdown review #smackdown live #smackdown live review #wwe smackdown #wwe smackdown review #wwe smackdown live review #wwe smackdown live #pro wrestling #pro wrestling review

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onisionisacanceronthisearth · 7 years ago

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Greg is stupid about Shane P1: the description box

Let’s start with the description because wow, it’s so wrong already.

“Shane Dawson's weight, incredibly sensitive topic in 2017, but I talk about a skinny YouTuber? You guys praised me “

His weight isn’t an incredibly sensitive topic in 2017. You keep talking about it in 2017 and people hate you for it each time. No one else is talking about it. People also hate you for attacking Eugenia Conney and spurring your fans to send hate. The fact of the matter is that Eugenia isn’t as popular as Shane so less people will click on a video with her name on it. Her fans already know not to touch your videos so we already have reasons why those videos will be more of an echo chamber. Despite you having gotten a lot of hate for it.

Shane is a name people know. Even those not subscribed know the name Shane Dawson and might be clickbaited into checking out your video. Probably thinking “what? Shane is not of normal weight?” or thinking “oh yeah, Shane has had weight issues, maybe this youtuber is trying to be supportive and has a new perspective on it”.

Also, it has come to my attention that today is Shane’s birthday. Even more people are clicking through videos about Shane since they want to look back and see how far he’s come. So more people on the internet will view this bullshit you call a video. PS: Shane’s fans nowadays probably don’t know who you are which is why they clicked. The funny thing about the past is it isn’t the present. You aren’t doing skits with Shane anymore, and never will again

The second description box section deals with a “fact” that is very long to explain so that will be in part 2. I did not expect his description box alone to be more than one part...

#anti onision #greg is stupid about shane #part 1 #oh my god the next part though. I started writing it and had to make this its own thing #and it's the clause of his fourth sentence!!!

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mcs4ssyp4nts · 7 years ago

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I wasn’t going to actively look for what Greg said about Shane. But of course people did post the description of his video and I saw it. So then I said fuck it and watched Mikenactor’s video and he played a portion of what Greg said.

Like fuck you Greg. This goes beyond your petty ass body shaming bullshit. I WISH Shane would sue your ass for defamation. But he won’t because you’re not worth that time or effort or even that acknowledgment. I do hope he goes after the people who originally posted the video though.

Greg has no right to even say he had a feeling about Shane or any of that shit. Like no you fucking didn’t you just want him to be some horrible person so you can feel better about yourself. Just like with all the sexual assault victims in Hollywood, “Oh look guys hanging out in my basement wasn’t so bad. At least I didn’t rape her.” Eat shit.

Any time Shane has had any contact with children for videos or whatever the parents have been there for literally all of it. He hasn’t tried to only contact the kids. No he knows how gross that looks. So he contacts the parents and they are there for it all. Other people are always around him and children. If he was a creep he would do whatever to get the kids alone. He doesn't even act remotely predatory around the kids either.

And the whole fucking video was taken out of context. Shane played the whole thing to prove that. He didn’t just try to say, “Oh guys it was out of context.” No he showed proof. He admitted the joke was stupid and he hated that he ever made jokes like that. BUT YOU MAKE JOKES LIKE THAT AND SAY SHIT FOR SHOCK FACTOR ALL THE TIME!

Greg you rate the bodies of underage children. And defend that shit. The fact that you don’t think rating that UNDERAGED girl in her BRA was creepy but Shane’s shitty joke makes him a pedo shows you are the biggest fucking dumbass on this whole fucking planet. You’re the one fucking barely legal girls. You’re the one looking up laws and talking to lawyers to see if it’s okay to fuck these girls. Shane has only ever dated people around his own fucking age. He isn’t scanning the web for girls about to turn 18 and pushing them towards his fucking wife... THATS YOU.

You are the biggest fucking liar scum bag I’ve ever seen. Like I didn’t think you could top emotionally abusing your wife, or trying to ruin two teenagers lives, or basically forcing your ex to have sex with you without protection in hopes of knocking her up, or rating underaged girls in their underwear, or saying you want to make a video as soon as Eugenia dies. BUT YOU FUCKING DID.

Shane will make it through this. It’s probably going to suck for awhile and years from now people still might bring this up every once in awhile. But he will be fine. You’ll always be a fucking loser who does vile shit. One day you’ll have no fucking choice but to go out into the real world and get a real job because not even children will buy into your bullshit anymore. And I can’t wait. Because you might be miserable now. But you’ll be miserable and poor then and I know that’s the worst thing that could ever happen in your life.

Sorry guys I’m fucking heated. I hate stupid ass people that make up lies and stupid ass people who don’t even try to find out the truth. And I fucking HATE Greg for being the biggest sack of hypocritical shit on this planet.

#Anti Onision #OnisionSpeaks #OnisionReacts #UhOhBro #Shane Dawson

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onisiondrama · 5 years ago

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Killstream w/ Onision 3/30/2020 - Summary Part 4

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(Unless specifically stated, everything written is from Greg / James’ words. Parenthesis are my notes/thoughts.):

Host is reading questions from fans who paid. Someone asked if Greg really went to SERE school and if he passed. Greg says he flunked out because he couldn't kill a rabbit.

Someone asked why he isn’t friends with Cyr, says they heard it was because they heard Cyr didn’t vote for Hillary in 2016. Greg says this is why he likes NDA’s, this could have been handled privately and they would still be friends. Says Cyr voted independent and that’s retarded. It escalated after Cyr’s girlfriend Dasha got involved. He says Dasha is the girl Cyr hit. Dasha was anti-o and Cyr became one. (It did not escalate because of Dasha. Greg publicly terminated the friendship way before she got involved. This was in November 2016. Cyr and Greg had a few jabs at each other after. In December, Cyr made a diss track about how Greg profits off of drama and makes fake drama. Greg made a diss track in response about Cyr and in it he called Dahsa a “Russian prostitute”. That’s when she started started tweeting against Greg. Their friendship was already dead at that point.)

Greg says Hansen says the window thing was all Greg’s fault. (Did he? I don’t recall that. EDIT: No he didn’t. They just talked about how they thought it was strange he filmed his child after.)

Greg says Sarah was the worst out of all (the exes I guess?) because she went after Kai, who did nothing wrong. Sarah wanted vengeance because Greg hurt her feelings. He says Billie admitted she’s a vengeful person and Shiloh is bat shit crazy, as Edwin found out. He says the crazy can’t hide in some people and it comes out quick. He says when she said she was going to kill herself and make it look like he did it, his mom and aunt laughed sadistically over the phone when they heard it. He says he was weirded out but now he kind of gets it because the situation was so ridiculous.

Keem asks if Greg was molested by his dad. Greg says no, but his dad is an accused child molester and he doesn’t remember most of his childhood. He says according to people, his dad and other family members were molested and maybe that’s why he (his father) is an alleged molester.

Greg says he was never touched by an adult, but when he was 11 he finger banged a girl that was 4 years older than him because she went to his bed. Everyone reacts really shocked and sympathetic. “Oh man.” “Oh bro.” He says it was his first kiss too. Host asks if he understands he was molested and they’re all concerned. Greg asks how he suffered. Host says it sounds like he was molested in his voice. Keem says something about people who were molested when they were young have a nasally voice. Host says a lot of people are emotionally stunted from being molested. Greg says he really doesn’t think he was molested and his dad wasn’t into penis.

They talk about Greg’s livestream with Newsweek guy. Keems says Greg steamrolled him. Keem talks about a bad experience he had with the same reporter.

They read an anonymous submission to a blog where anon accuses of Greg of influencing their friend to commit suicide because of his Speaks videos. (From back when they were opinion / advise videos.) Greg in response reads tweets from fans saying he saved their life. He says you can’t pick and chose who you believe.

They play the clip of Holly on Hansen’s stream accusing Greg of influencing a fan to starve them self to death because of his videos. Everyone (but Greg) says they don’t believe it and laugh. Greg says she’s lying because she’s looking up to the right.

Greg says Repzion gave up on being a Youtuber and went to welding school, but started up again when he made a video about the Wetlands. Says Repzion thanked Greg for rebooting his career. (I’m pretty sure Repzion thanked him for paying off his schooling, but idk. I don’t feel like looking that one up, but I thought Repzion said he’s not a Youtuber anymore, just does it on the side.)

Keem says the anti-o movement imploded because Greg wasn’t arrested and there’s nothing to talk about anymore so they make up lies. Greg says he was mean to a lot of people so they wanted to hurt him and their shining knight (Hansen) flopped on his face. Host agrees.

Host goes back to reading questions. Someone asked if Greg is gay because he’s with Kai. Greg says he’s “2020 gay, not 2019 gay.” (I think this was a joke? I’m really not sure. It was a flat delivery for him, not a typical joking style for him.)

Greg decides to defend himself for taking a photo of his kid after she fell out of a window even though no one brought it up. He says you know when someone takes a picture of a body before they move it? That’s what he did. He says he took a video from the window down to show where the impact happened. He says it would be for the doctor or detective if they needed it. He says it’s important to know how the child fell. Host asks what he would say to someone who never heard of anyone doing that before. He says he had time to think about it and the other parent was bending down, blocking part of the child. He says he told the detective he learned to do that from Shiloh because he filmed himself so they would know what he was doing when he waited for the police to show up and to show she wasn’t murdered by him. He says he also gave the ring video. Host asks if “other parent” was the mother. Greg says it’s complicated with the transgender thing, but yes technically mother.

Keem asks if Greg felt responsible or guilty. Greg says it could have been avoided if he was smarter. He says it wouldn’t have happened to other parents that were more paranoid about windows. He thought he positioned the bed in a way she couldn’t climb onto it. Only the corner of the bed was by the window. He says if she grows up to blame him, technically he is to blame. Throughout him saying this, they keep asking but did you feel guilty? He finally answers yes and laughs. Keem says it’s normal for a parent to feel guilty. Greg says it’s on whoever was watching the kid at the time (I guess that would have been Kai?), but then he says you could spend all day trying to figure out why it’s not your fault.

Greg says when he was at VidCon someone yelled “SHANE DAWSON” at him. He turned around and they were like, “oh.” He says he hates that.

Keem asked if he wore a bulletproof to VidCon. Greg says he got death threats and didn’t care if he looked stupid. He says everyone thought it was stupid until the Christina Grimme thing happened, but she got shot in the face so that wouldn’t help. Keem asks if wore it to court. Greg says yes. Says people said he wore it backwards but he doesn’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. He says he didn’t want to get stabbed. Says it’s stab proof and 9mm proof.

Someone asks how young to too young. Greg says no if you’re under 25, you’re too young for him.

Someone asks what he plans to do when this is over. Greg says CGI porn, it’s pretty fun.

Someone asks why he didn’t do anything after his moderators told him there were undesirables on his forums. Greg says it was their job to ban them. He says his Discord moderators mostly ban people, he rarely bans anyone. Moderators are there to do their fucking job, not ask questions.

Someone asked why he continued to make videos about Eugenia Cooney after she asked him to stop. He says he kept making videos about her because they were positive, but the anti-o retards don’t hear him. He says if he asks Repzion to stop making videos about him and Rep started making videos about how much he loves Onision, he wouldn’t tell him to stop again. He says Eugenia said to stop making negative videos and never complained after that. (That is not true. She sent the email asking him to stop in Feb 2017. After, he went on to make 55 more videos about her including many “negative” videos such as a video where he starved her to death in The Sims and a video of him laughing at her being beat up in a WWE game. Here is a timeline.)

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basementdwellingbastard · 7 years ago

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So Onision

So, Onision, everyone's favorite cuckold, made a parody video making fun of Bobby Burns' response to the dumbest allegations that were slandering Shane Dawson.

Shane Dawson was accused of pedophilia with the "proof" being out of context jokes from 6 years ago. Onision, like the brain dead mongoloid he is, believed it. His "evidence" of Shane being a pedophile is old shock factor jokes that Shane had made and his "pedo spidey senses".

Greg, if you actually watched Shanes response and took 10 seconds out of your time to fucking do some research maybe you would understand. But no. You can get anything through that thick fucking skull of yours.

About the video, it's completely fucking retarded. Also, you say Bobby looks like "a stoner who hasn't slept in 7 years" and all I have to say about that is at least he doesn't look like a fucking rotting pile of flesh cooking on the side of the road like you. In the video you act like Shane filmed fucking child pornography and posted it online and then someone defended him. And that is not what happened AT ALL.

Also the fucking hypocrisy of this story. You joking about fucking an underage girl is okay and is not pedophilia but if Shane Dawson makes a joke about naked babies being hot OH SHIT HE MUST BE A PEDO. Another thing Greg, you rate underage girls' bodies and if you would date them or not. Shane has never done anything like that. Oh, and I forgot to mention...uh who got married to a MINOR when they were 28/29???? That's right, You, you stupid fuck.

This was also the most fucking egotistical thing ever and I literally fucking reclined when I read it oh my fucking god.

@onision

#onision #shane dawson #bobby burns #false allegations #awful people #onision is fucking garbage

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Is Grey a Color [Biadore] Part 4 - Falling Snowflake

I am considering posting a chapter consisting of all of the queens’ confessionals to the scenes in the fic. What do you think?

“Seriously though, Bea,” he smiled. “Send me a fucking postcard from Hawaii. We need to put this fucking thing behind us. We could be great friends.”

“I will,” Roy laughed, looking right back at him. “You did really well during the lipsync today, I’ve never been more proud of you. See you tomorrow, yeah?”

They waved goodbye to each other as Roy headed out, a bit unsure of what he thought about that interaction. Was he happy that they were talking? He didn’t fucking know, this could ruin his whole competition.

The fact that they were only five queens walking into the werk room the next day, felt incredibly surreal. They were nearly done with the whole thing, and after this challenge, the top four would be announced. Roy hadn’t even known exactly how much he wanted this up until this point.

As soon as they sat down by one of the werk room stations, Shane started saying some shit about how he had picked them all down for being top five. Yeah, right.

“You are such a liar,” Roy pointed out, not believing that crap for a second. After Shane told him that he was being honest, he couldn’t help but smile a little. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Well, it was the best of the bad bunch, really, wasn’t it?” Shane smirked, and just because Danny let out this amazing laugh, Roy could nearly forgive Shane for being a compulsive liar.

“Oh, you are starting some shit,” Danny said, just as the alarm went off and they all had to gather in front of the screen.

“Saved by the bell!” Roy said, walking over immediately. The message was a bit vague, but he understood that it had something to do with gemstones. Like, really? Jewels? Gems? Shine bright like a diamond? Definitely something to do with gemstones. Definitely.

Then RuPaul walked out, and announced that they were having the puppet challenge. Roy couldn’t have been more excited! He loved reading and throwing shade at others.

Danny was the first to pick, and when he got Dela, Roy assumed that he wouldn’t be doing horribly. Dela was fairly easy to do, seeing as she was a fake ass bitch. Then it was his turn to pull out a puppy, and he wanted to hit himself in the head as he realized who it was.

“I have Adore,” he said, walking back in place. He heard Danny say ‘oh, shit’, and he felt even worse. He didn’t want to do this to Danny. Not at all. This was not going to go well. Especially since everyone was expecting him to be bitchier than most.

“Bianca,” Ben’s voice sounded through the room. “Are you giving it a nice hog body?”

“Oh, you think?” Bianca smirked, trying to not let it show exactly how uncomfortable he was doing this. Danny wasn’t the most confident person, and Roy knew that he would be extra vulnerable to Roy being mean. To be honest, Roy would probably be just as scared if Danny had his puppet.

“You are so evil,” Danny said, looking up from the feathers and fabrics lying on his work station. Deciding to ignore that, Roy turned to Darienne and asked if he had Courtney’s costume together. It managed to take the attention off of him and Danny for a little bit, but not for long.

“It’s interesting that Bianca, who could have taken any of us down, got the absolutely easiest to puppet,” Ben said, and Roy agreed with him. Danny was easy, and both Greg and Ben probably thought that he had the unfair advantage of being bonded to him.

“Oh, shut up, what is that supposed to mean?” Danny asked, his voice almost like a whine. It obviously affected him, that Roy thought he was easy to puppet. Luckily, Ben stood for most of the talking, telling Danny that he that he was easy to imitate. Then he threw some shade, telling him that it was hard to imitate Bianca as he never listened to Roy when he spoke.

Both Roy and Danny laughed at that, and they briefly looked over at each other. Hearing Danny’s laugh made Roy feel just a tiny bit happier, so he tried to finish up Adore’s puppet in silence. He briefly heard Ben and Shane have a conversation about colors and soulmates, gratefully noticing that Shane managed to steer most of the questions away from him and Danny.

Their minutes were up, and they all gathered around where they had put up the booth for their little puppet show. Danny went first with his Bendela puppet, and it wasn’t too bad. Granted, he could have done better, but Roy felt proud. Then it was his turn to imitate Adore, and his mind blanked.

Almost panicking a bit, he just went with some of Adore’s catchphrases, trying to at least make it a little funny. Of course he could have done a lot better, but Roy really didn’t want to hurt Danny.

The best impression of the day, however, was Ben’s Bianca puppet. It was pretty spot on, and Roy couldn’t stop laughing. Obviously, the others viewed him as a loudmouthed, annoyed asshole with big teeth. Ben also put in some comments about how Bianca was mean to everyone except one person.

“Hey Bianca, who are you teaming up with?”

“All of you are a bunch of assholes! I’m all by myself! I don’t need other assholes!”

“But, Bianca, Adore is having some struggles.”

“Fuck! Everyone except Adore. Adore is stupid and a moron, but Adore is my stupid moron and you are assholes!”

He looked worriedly over at Ru, praying that they wouldn’t air that bit. It would give it too much away, and it honestly hurt quite a bit. He wanted to have Danny for himself, and he wanted them to still be bonded. Danny however, seemed outright upset after the comments. Apparently, Ben noticed this, so he just shouted some words and ended it quite awkwardly.

To no one’s surprise, Ben won, and RuPaul presented their main challenge. Roy’s jaw dropped to the floor as he realized that they had to pull together three looks, including one entirely from scratch. This would probably be the challenge sending Danny home, he realized with a heavy heart.

“Okay, I want rose quarts,” Ben said, biting his lip. “Adore, you get diamonds. Courtney, you get rubies. Darienne, topaz. That means that Bianca, you get sapphire. This okay with everyone?”

They all nodded, everyone way too busy trying to find out how the fuck they were going to do this in one day. As soon as they were allowed to go, Roy sat down and started sketching a dress, noticing Danny already pulling out a corset. He was curious as to what Danny was planning, but he focused on his own dress instead. When he was happy with the design, he went to get all the fabric he needed first, cutting out the basic shapes for the collar.

He heard Ben making some noise, and without looking up he asked him if he was alright.

“I’m just having some problems,” Ben muttered, but kept on making his dress. Roy didn’t reply, focusing on finishing up what he was doing. As he finished the last seam, he put it on to check if it fit as good as it should.

“I like this,” he said to himself, pretty satisfied with it so far. Honestly, he was terrified at failing at this. This was something he was good at, what if he fucked it all up? “To start with.”

After checking if he should make any adjustments, he put on the jewels, trying it on again afterwards. He posed a bit to check himself out, hoping that the jewels would be noticeable enough.

“That’s pretty,” he heard Danny say, and he turned around to face him. He replied with a ‘yeah’ and took it off again, smirking slightly to himself. “Fuck off,” the younger boy then replied. Roy smiled at him, working on the rest of his dress.

Then, Roy made his first mistake. Not to his dress, but by asking Ben why he got sapphire. Not because that was a bad question, but the conversation that followed. Ben had given diamonds to Adore, to make it a bit easier on her. However, Greg pointed out that Ben should have given Danny something harder, to be sure Adore landed in the bottom two. Again.

Roy glared over at him, and he noticed Shane walking over to calm him down. He couldn’t exactly snap at Greg for being a cunt. He was always a shady bitch anyway. With a small smile he nodded to Shane, as a small thanks. Danny looked completely wrecked and heartbroken, and Roy was about to run over and hug him.

At that moment, RuPaul walked through the doors and greeted them. Roy didn’t really pay much attention to what he was doing until he heard Danny cry, and he instinctively looked over. Danny was telling RuPaul that he felt discouraged and that he didn’t want to cry, but was pissed off at himself for not being able to make a fucking dress. Roy bit his lip and continued doing his own thing. He really couldn’t let Danny distract him. He had too much to do.

Of course, RuPaul being the way he is, he added another layer to their challenge. A fucking musical number. At least this time they weren’t singing live. Everyone was pretty pissed and annoyed, so the rehearsal didn’t go that well. They were five drag queens for fuck’s sake! Everyone had an opinion!

They did however somewhat come to an agreement, after arguing and discussing about the fact that everyone was bossing each other around. As they went back to the werk room, absolutely no one was in a good mood. Roy was pretty sure that not even Ben would be able to act as if he were.

Roy went right back to working on his dress, focused on what he was doing. However, Greg seemed pretty worried, so Roy decided to ask him.

“Darienne, are you all right?” he asked, still not looking up from his work. It wasn’t that important, he just wanted to come across as an at least somehow caring person. Finishing up the dress was much more important than worrying over Greg, though. However, his heart got the best of him, and he got up to talk to him, knowing that he would have to stand up eventually.

After Greg revealed that he had to start all over, Roy grew concerned for him, but he didn’t really care too much. He continued his work, cutting his fabric into shape. He felt this uneasy feeling, though, and before he knew it, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“How you doing over there, Adore?” he asked, genuinely concerned this time. Danny wasn’t Greg, Danny was probably the only person that Roy cared enough about to put down his stuff and actually focus on him. That’s why, after talking a bit to Danny, he decided to show him how to make that fucking tutu.

Danny clearly didn’t get it, and Roy couldn’t help but smile at him. He was the most adorable idiot to ever walk on planet earth. He couldn’t sew if his life depended on it, though. Definitely not couture. Probably couldn’t spell it either, to be honest. Now that, Roy thought to himself, was something he could say in confessions.

“You’re supposed to cut it in strips and just glue it like that, right?” Danny asked, and Roy looked up from all of the blue fabric surrounding him. He let out a sigh, how was it possible to be this dumb and cute at the same time.

“Oh no, not like that,” he said, noticing how his voice was laced with affection. Fuck this stupid soulmate thing, making him care for people.

“It looks ugly!” Danny said, a hint of a whine to his voice, and Roy grinned.

“Yeah, it does,” he replied, making Danny laugh in reply. He let out a chuckle too, loving the fact that he made his Danny laugh. Danny tried as hard as he could, but it was obviously that it didn’t really work out, so Roy tried as hard as he could to help him without leaving his own dress.

Even though Roy finished his dress first, Shane was the first to leave the werk room after finishing his dress and finding most of the stuff he would need for the runway the next day. Ben and Greg both followed shortly after, leaving Roy and Danny alone with the cameras.

“You need help?” Roy asked him softly. “I’m done with my dress, I’m just finding my stuff for tomorrow and planning in my head.”

“Are you fucking serious? Of course I do,” Danny said, turning to him with big eyes. Roy smiled and headed over to him, feeling a bit weird now that they were alone in the werk room. He then started helping Danny, showing him how to gather his fabric and make it into a tutu.

“I miss you,” Danny muttered, just as they were working on each part of Danny’s outfit. Roy bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He missed Danny like crazy, too. Not that he would ever tell anyone, but he would give everything to just have Danny as his soulmate again.

“I miss you too, love,” he said, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just said. Danny froze and they stared at each other. It was as if an invisible string were pulling them closer, and then suddenly Danny’s lips was just an inch away from his.

“We- we can’t,” Roy whispered, closing his eyes. God, no one would ever know how much he wanted to give in, but he couldn’t. It would ruin everything for them. The words seemed to make Danny’s mind snap into place too, because he nodded and took a step back.

“You have no idea how much I want it,” Roy shook his head with a sigh, going straight back to work. Danny was still standing there, just watching him. He realized that he should probably mad that Danny wasn’t working, seeing as it was his dress, but he couldn’t. Not now. “But we both know that this would be stupid. We’re so close to the crown, Danny.”

“I know,” Danny murmured, then he slowly went to get some more diamonds to glue onto the corset. The tension between them after this could be cut with a knife, but they didn’t want to give up this moment either. It made them feel whole.

When they were finally done, they both got up with a grin. Danny was sweating just a bit, and Roy found it absolutely endearing. It was obvious that the younger boy wanted this and worked hard for it, and that dress actually looked pretty good now.

As they got out of the werk room, they both stared at each other, unsure of what to do. Exhaling, Roy walked over to him and opened his arms, giving Danny the choice of accepting the hug or not. The younger boy did, though, and Roy felt so much better. If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew that the bond would be gone by now, he would have thought that they were still bonded.

That night was probably the easiest he had slept in a while, knowing that although they wouldn’t go back to who they were, they would at least be okay. They would be with each other someday.

The next day in the werk room was complete chaos, everyone running around and stressing to find everything they needed for the different looks, as well as preparing for the opening number.

All of the queens were too focused on doing their own things to even talk to one another, and suddenly, they were told that they had to be on the stage in ten minutes. Somehow, they all made it, although no one were feeling confident the moment they stepped onto the main stage.

It all went pretty well, though, and Bianca was happy with her own efforts, although not as proud as she was of Adore. As they went into the untucked lounge, Adore had definitely been the one with the best critiques. Even better than Bianca.

Then came the question they had all been dreading, and Bianca was pretty sure about who she felt should go home. However, Bendela made a comment about how Bianca was sailing through the competition, and she frowned. Bianca didn’t fucking sail through the competition, did they even know all the shit that had gone down during those 4 weeks after she had color bonded with Adore? No!

It hit her a bit too close to home, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when it was her turn to talk. It pissed her off that Dela couldn’t see how much work she put into her drag, and how much she wanted this. Maybe she overreacted, maybe not. No matter what happened, Dela should stop assuming shit.

Despite getting only good critique from the judges, Courtney told the judges that she thought Adore should go home, pissing Bianca even more off than Dela had done. One look from Michelle, though, and Bianca knew to keep her mouth shut. It was probably for the best anyway.

However, when they left the stage, she noticed Adore being a bit upset, and as Bianca was walking behind her, she tapped Adore’s shoulder and leaned in close to her ear.

“You’re winning this,” Bianca whispered to her, a grin firmly planted on her face. Adore just smiled at her, taking her hand and rubbing her thumb across Bianca’s fingers for a slight moment before letting go. It was a small thank you, Bianca realized.

While in the silver bar, Dela apologized for making it sound like Bianca wasn’t putting in an effort, and told her that she looked up to her in the competition. Of course, Bianca admitted that she could have been overreacting, but that her instinct is to lash out at people.

They both accepted each other’s apologies relatively quick, though, so they were soon talking about something else. Courtney was talking about Dela’s outfit, but Bianca couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would be just to move a bit closer to Adore and grab her hand. She was so close to her, but not at all close enough.

Trying to push those thoughts away, she started listening to the conversation again. They were talking about what Darienne felt after all of them had told the judges that they felt – based on this challenge – that Darienne should be the queen to go home. Bianca briefly joined in, trying not to focus too much on Adore.

Then they were playing this game where they showed pictures of the queens from when they were young, and it was actually quite fun. However, the picture of Roy was quite horrible, and Bianca felt like sinking down through the couch.

“You look like a guy, that like, I used to date!” Adore said, and Bianca looked over a her with a ‘bitch, really’-look. They did use to date. Of course, she realized that Adore meant that he looked like someone else that she used to date, but she didn’t want to think about that. In fact she didn’t want to think about Adore dating anyone else. At all.

As the picture of Laganja came up, Darienne and Courtney started talking about how horrible they felt about the way she left, and Bianca honestly couldn’t disagree more.

“You know, I don’t hate the person,” she said, looking around at the other queens. “She just was a lot to deal with, and it was always somebody else’s fault. I don’t have any patience, I have got to sail through these challenges!”

Noticing how it made Adore laugh, she kept pushing it a bit more.

“I don’t have time to be sitting back and listening to people’s feelings,” she continued, adjusting her dress a bit. “The boat is leaving!”

Bendela looked extremely embarrassed as she exclaimed that it was meant as a compliment, and Bianca told her to shut up – a bit unsure herself whether it was ironic or not – before telling them to show the next photo.

It was Danny. It was Danny with a fucking hickey, as Adore herself was so kind to point out. Bianca’s eyes darkened with jealousy, even though it was eight years ago and she would have been a pedophile back then. She wanted to be the one leaving hickeys and love bites on Adore’s skin. No one else were supposed to even fucking touch her.

They showed some more pictures too, but they weren’t really important. Not after seeing that picture of Danny. Not when that fucking hickey was the only thing Bianca could think about. She didn’t know whether to be horny, jealous or whatever, but she was pretty sure she was experiencing the full range of emotions right then.

After the game it was time to head to the gold lounge, where Bianca got the surprise. It was a letter from Lola, her daughter’s friend, and Bianca completely choked up. That little 7 year old was one of her best friends, and she would do anything for her. Anything.

The letter was funny, sweet, and everything Bianca needed right then. She was feeling very vulnerable and teary-eyed when she finished reading, but the other girls just seemed to think that it was good to see her show some emotion. As the others seemed to be curious, she told them a little about her, smiling fondly at the memories.

“I’m surprised somebody really believes in her,” Darienne joked, and Bianca got a bit offended at first, before realizing the joke. Bianca rolled her eyes before shouting that ‘this is my moment’ in true Laganja style.

She noticed Adore looking over at her, and she caught her gaze. Then suddenly the gap between them was a bit smaller, and Bianca could see Courtney smirk over at them. Bianca glared back, then shuffled herself as close to Adore as possible as well.

Not long after that, they were called back to the main stage. It would probably be either Bianca or Adore that would win the challenge, and for once, Bianca hoped she wouldn’t win.

“Bianca Del Rio,” RuPaul said. “You’re safe.”

Bianca nodded and headed back to the stage with a grin. Adore would win. And when they announced that she had indeed won, Bianca grinned bigger and applauded harder than anyone else in the room. No one deserved it more, in her opinion.

Adore ran to the back of the stage with a big grin, and Bianca mouthed ‘told you’ to her with an equally big grin. She had helped Adore win a sewing competition, and she had probably made her day. How could she not be happy about this?

Unfortunately, Dela had to go home, and Bianca would actually really miss her. Even though Ben actually was kind of a cunt sometimes. However, they were down to the top four. Things were getting serious, and if Bianca found herself as distracted by Adore during the next challenge, she might end up doing really bad.

They went back to the werk room, where Dela had left a long message for Darienne to clean, and they all laughed. Dela did certainly have charm, and it would be weird being there without her. Darienne, however, seemed fucking ecstatic that she was gone. She probably was too, seeing how much she despised the other queen.

“Well, congratulations miss Adore,” Bianca said once she had her wig off, applauding the other queen a bit. “You won a sewing challenge!”

“Yeah, motherfucker, yeah,” was Adore’s reply, and Bianca was a bit glad that Adore’s back was facing Courtney. Courtney seemed pretty pissed, and Bianca was pretty pissed that she didn’t let Adore have this moment.

“You did great!” Bianca complimented her again, unable to withhold her pride. Adore had worked her fucking ass of for this. Courtney, who had moved so that she was standing next to them, rolled her eyes.

“Well, apparently Adore is the perfect banjee girl,” she muttered sourly, and Bianca noticed the slight hurt expression in Adore’s eyes. Fucking hell, Courtney. Let’s ruin a great moment for someone who has been fucking struggling with this, yes?

Of course, then Courtney just didn’t stop. Bianca tried agreeing with her on the fact that you don’t know what the judges want from you each challenge, but then it went further. She asked if she could be brutally honest, which of course she could, she was talking to Bianca. Bianca was always brutally honest.

“I kind of was thinking that you would turn out something that we hadn’t seen,” the Aussie queen said, and Bianca kind of felt like ripping her head off. Jealousy didn’t suit the bitch. Not at all.

“Hey, I’m here, I’m grateful,” was all she replied, not bothering to get into some fight with the girls the last couple of days. What good would that do?

“Party,” they heard from Adore, who looked very confused and a bit annoyed at the conversation happening around there. They all de-dragged silently, they were probably just exhausted and all would be fine tomorrow.

For the first time since they broke the bond, Danny and Roy walked together into the werk room. Danny thanked him for helping him with the dress, and Roy made a comment about how he would need someone at his side making him look better at the finale. That earned him a slight shove, but at least they had managed to resurrect their friendship.

“It’s been a long journey,” Roy said, looking at the other girls. Shane managed to get out two words before the siren went off, and Roy grinned. “Yay! Right when Courtney is talking!”

They all watched the screen, waiting for RuPaul to come out. Of course, they should have known that Michelle would be the one to greet them, but none of them had thought that far.

“Hello, hello, hello!” Michelle grinned. “It’s me, BenDeLaCreme, I’m back!”

She threw her hands in the air with a huge grin, and they all laughed and applauded her. Michelle was very fun when she wasn’t being a dick at the judges’ table. She congratulated them on making it to the top four, and the excitement in the room was high.

When they heard that they would be starring in RuPaul’s music video to Sissy That Walk, it just got even better, at least until Roy realized that he would have to dance. Like, actually seriously dance.

To lift up the spirits a bit again, she told them about their one-on-one meals with Ru, and that they were going to star in two acting scenes that they would be improvising. Of course, she ruined the mood again, telling them that one of them would be eliminated. Great. No pressure.

Roy was actually quite terrified. He didn’t do sissy and sexy, and he couldn’t dance. This was probably where his journey ended, he realized with a small frown. At least Danny would get a chance at the crown. At least Danny would be happy.

“You okay?” Danny walked over to him after Michelle left, and Roy shook his head. Of course he wasn’t. This was going to be it. He had no chance against these other girls. “I’m going home, we all know it. It’s dancing and being sexy.”

“Girl, you are sexy,” Danny exclaimed. “And you’re not fucking leaving at the finish line. You’re going to win this fucking thing. Do your best, it’ll be plenty good enough. I know you can do it!”

“I’ll try,” Roy nodded, trying to shake off the nerves. He felt Danny’s arms wrapped around him, and his frown quickly turned into a smile. Nothing felt better than a hug from Danny, and he could literally stand there all day.

After a bit of chatter, they were told by the producers to sit by the table to wait for their choreographer. They probably sat there for two minutes before he came in, and damn, some of these queens were thirsty.

“You guys ready to learn some sissy-ography?” the choreographer asked, and while the others responded positively, Roy managed to get out an ‘I think so’ instead of screaming no and running out. It would probably have made good TV, but probably not as good of an impression.

The more they went through the choreography, the more discouraged Roy got. His legs didn’t move the way he wanted them to, and he was just very uncomfortable. During one of their breaks, Danny came over to him again, just sitting with him. There were no words exchanged, just the two of them spending just a little time alone with each other.

When they were finally done for the day, Roy just felt like sinking to the ground and stay there for a bit, but Danny managed to drag him over to his werk station to find their best drag.

Shane was the first one to be called into the one-on-one meal with mama Ru, and while she was there, it was a bit too quiet in the werk room. No one really wanted to talk, but Roy and Danny didn’t go more than two feet apart. They didn’t even notice it, they were like magnets. If one moved, so would the other.

Then when Shane came back, Danny asked him what he was most worried about. This led to a conversation where Shane told them that he didn’t get what Ru was telling him about not speaking from his heart, but Roy was determined not to say something.

While Greg was away, Shane decided to consult with Roy and Danny about his final runway look, although none of them were particularly helpful. Roy simply decided to find his own stuff, focusing on himself and his vanity. As he pulled out his hooded outfit, he could hear Danny’s words of admiration and smirked to himself. They sounded a lot more genuine than the ones for Shane.

He put his stuff back and went over to Danny, asking him if he knew what to wear yet. Roy knew that Danny hadn’t packed enough for his stay, and so, Danny was struggling. To be honest, Roy would have helped him if he could, but he couldn’t.

“Bianca Del Rio!” one of the crew members shouted a few minutes after Greg returned, and he realized that it was his turn to talk to RuPaul. He inhaled nervously before going into the room and sitting down, telling Ru that he felt like he was at the last supper.

Everything was going pretty great, Ru told him that he was one of the better players they had had in the competition, they joked a bit about Bianca’s secret nice side. Luckily, he didn’t bring up Danny even once, and Roy was quite honestly a little confused. He was very relieved, but he thought he was supposed to talk about it during that meal. That was what they agreed to during that meeting. Oh, well, they probably wanted to wait until the reunion then.

They were so busy the rest of their stay there, so Roy and Danny didn’t really talk until they got ready for their final runway. It was incredibly weird, to think that this would be their last time there. It was also fucking sad, because that meant that Roy had to leave Danny.

The others talked a bit about their impressions of each other, but Roy kind of blocked them out, as he hadn’t been mentioned so far. That changed though, as Danny turned to him.

“When I first met you, I was afraid of you,” he started, and Roy frowned a bit. “Because you are very quick-witted, and I knew that you could shut me down in seconds.”

Roy just sighed at him, shaking his head slightly. Seriously? Afraid? Was that the real reason why Adore had decided to take a hating to him during the first episodes? He hated Adore because of Laganja!

“I thought we were gonna fight,” Danny admitted. “But when I got to know you, the dynamic changed so much. Even before the whole, you know. Well, before that to me, not before that for you. You did go through it sooner than I did. Well, anyway, I feel like you brought out another side in me.”

Roy continued doing his makeup, but he felt both very happy and very sad at Danny’s words. It was a painful reminder of what could have been, but also a good reminder of what they had right now.

“Now, Adore, the first day that I met you, you were standing next to Laganja, and I was like ‘oh, fuck.’. But then it clicked, during snatch game, and I was like ‘oh, she’s fun, she’s cool.’. Then I went through my little crisis, but I remembered you saying something about a hog body, and I’m like ‘I’ve got this extra corset, let me help this bitch out.’.”

Roy realized that it sounded a bit cheesy, and just to be sure, he threw in a comment about how he would have been fat the whole time if he had been Laganja. He made Danny laugh, but Shane made a remark about how he wanted Bianca to finish a sentence without a joke. Roy just rolled his eyes and told him that Courtney is an asshole.

“I feel like there’s an uncomfortability with actually letting people know that you’re nice,” Shane said, and Roy was more uncomfortable having this conversation than letting people know that he was nice. He was actually kind of nice in his everyday life, believe it or not. He decided to explain himself anyway.

“I think that people all the time spend too much energy going ‘I love you’ and that’s just weird,” he said, taking a break from doing his makeup. “So I’d rather go ‘I love you, but your wig is horrible!’, that’s just my approach.”

The conversation stopped there, mostly because Roy ignored the rest of their questions and spent the time getting into drag.

Then, a couple hours later, Bianca’s drag race experience was over for the next months. She was part of the top three with Adore and Courtney, and she couldn’t have been happier with how that turned out. She loved both of those queens to pieces.

As they went back to the werk room, Adore and Courtney started crying as they realized that they actually had a chance on getting that crown, but also that they wouldn’t see each other in a really long time. Bianca did fine, quietly starting to get out of drag, but then Adore walked over to her and hugged her tight.

Adore’s tears were slowly sinking into the fabric of her dress, but she didn’t even care, and before she knew it she was crying too as reality hit her. She wouldn’t see Adore in a very long time. They would be on different sides of the whole fucking country.

“I’ll miss you so fucking much,” Adore cried, and Bianca nodded and tightened her grip around her. “You’ve taught me so much, you’ve helped me more than anyone, and you completely changed my life.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” Bianca whispered, trying not to sob. Fuck, this was so much harder than anticipated. “We’ll see each other at the reunion. We’ll be fine. I-I think we might need the time apart anyway.”

“You know what sucks the most about this?” Adore suddenly giggled. “We need to return these lenses and go back to the fucking glasses!”

“Oh fuck,” Bianca swore, her voice filled with both laughter and crying both fighting to come through. When the hug wasn’t as intimate anymore, Courtney ran over to them and joined in on the hug.

After spending a bit too much time on hugging and crying, the girls got out of drag, and at the hotel they all gave each other one last hug.

“’til the reunion,” Shane said, and both Roy and Danny nodded. It was only five our six months. They could do that. He hoped.

- Falling Snowflake

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