#happy 4th of july to logan and logan only

[monzabee]

logan outqualifying checo once again, we love to see it!

[formulanni]

MAIDEN WIN‼️

Tags: @st-leclerc @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @saviour-of-lord

[sunrizef1]

Gold Medal Baby

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: None, cursing, one “kms” joke

Authors Note: wait… I love this 🫣 I was like half-way through a Lando fic and I've had one screenshot for this in my drafts for a few months but I had a sudden bout of inspiration and had to finish this lol

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📍London, England

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yourusername happy 4th of July 🎆 guess who’s stuck in England for the most patriotic day of the year 🇺🇸💋

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user1 prettyyyyy

user2 I'm so sad for you queen, no American should be subjected to that

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user3 🦅🇺🇸

uswnt america misses you 🫶

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user4 wait she looks so good

user5 HAPPY 4TH QUEEN

user6 the goat of womens soccer 🙌

lewishamilton that must be so hard for you

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user7 ❤️🤍💙

user8 BESTIEEEEEE

user9 lowk can't wait for the Olympics

user10 girlie why r u in england... On purpose???

yourusername seeing friends 🫶🏽

user10 bestie that is so vague

sophiasmith have fun!!! 🫶🏽

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user11 she's just like Logan Sargeant lmfao, the Americans stuck in England for the 4th haha

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yourusername Paris Olympics, consider yourself opened 🇺🇸

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user12 HEY GIRL WHAT ABOUT YOUR SECRET HUSBAND

user13 oh so- were just not gonna talk about it or…

user14 MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN QUEEN

user15 wait I love the pink hair

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user16 uswnt gold medal 🔜

alexmorgan 🥇

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sophiasmith 😎✨

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user17 hey girl…. Can we talk about your kids or.…

fencer 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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user18 only y/n could make that heinous outfit look cute

user19 GIRL YOUR FAMILY

user20 @/lewishamilton what do you know

user21 my fav American

logansargeant good luck ✨

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user22 love seeing f1 drivers on her posts, Lewis rly is her grid dad

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yourusername a late winner and on to the semis, lets go!!!! 🇺🇸

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user23 WHAT A GOAL

user24 THATS WHY SHES THE GOAT! THE 🐐!

user25 ✨🎉

user26 u rly know Lewis is her grid dad because theyre both the goats 🐐 🫣

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user27 don't let this distract you from her secret husband btw

user28 WHAT A GAME

lewishamilton so good! 👏🏽✨

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user29 ahhhhh!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸

landonorris good game!

yourusername fancy seeing u here

landonorris 😅

user30 anyways, let's hear about that husband of yours

user31 WE’RE WINNING IT ALL

user32 IT’S COMING HOME 🇺🇸

user33 miss Americana ✨🇺🇸

user34 she's so good 😭😭🙌🙌

fencer good game! 👑

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yourusername GOLD!!!! 🥇

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user35 THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON THE PLANET

user36 WEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONSSSSS MY FRIENDSSSSS

user37 🐐🐐🐐

fencer 💥💥💥

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user38 queen shit 😌😌

lewishamilton best in the world 🌎

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simonebiles we love 🥇

yourusername I love you*

user39 QUEENNNN 👸

alexmorgan 😌🇺🇸

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user40 AND THE HUSBAND????

user41 ❤️🤍💙

uswnt our pink-haired savior 🙌

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user42 💋💋💋

lebronjames 🐐

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noahlyles LETS GOOOO 🥇

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user43 and if I asked where her secret family is????

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yourusername a little bit of summer with my babies before the season re-starts ☀️

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user44 THEYRE HEREEEEE

user45 WE FOUND THEM

lilymhe 🥹🤍

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user46 TWINS????? AWWWWWWW

lewishamilton enjoy your break 🙌🏽

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user47 they're so cute

user48 sleeping on a road tonight

user49 queennnnn

sophiasmith my favs 🥹🫶🏽

yourusername they miss you!!! 😚🫶🏽

user46 wait omg they're adorable

sebastianvettel had a great time babysitting! They were lovely!

yourusername thank you so much, Seb! They had a great time, they keep asking for “uncle sebby” 🥹🙏

user50 “my babies” I can't 🥹

oscarpiastri ☀️

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user51 Oscar??? What r u doing here girl???

user52 so he's blond…. @\taylorswift rally your stans, we need that CIA level of investigation to find out who that man is

user53 as a swiftie, Logan Sargeant.

user52 LMFAO, that's actually so funny tysm

user53 oh… yeah! …i was 100% joking… totally is NOT Logan haha

user54 we need to know who this man is NOW

georgerussell ☀️☀️☀️

yourusername the twins miss you! 🫶🏽

georgerussell cant wait to see them once the season starts again! 🙌

landonorris I thought you weren't close???

georgerussell no, I just knew she had a husband and kids so I said that as an excuse to not give you her number. I didn't think you would tweet at her, dumbass 🤦‍♂️

landonorris oh.

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logansargeant my gold medal baby 💍🥇

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user55 WAIT WHAT HUH WHAT

user56 HUH????????

user57 wait they're adorable lmao

user58 THAT SWIFTIE WAS RIGHT

oscarpiastri i would like to claim my rightful place as the favourite uncle/babysitter

sophiasmith WRONG 🚨

sophiasmith you can have favourite uncle but IM the favourite babysitter

sophiasmith so try again 😗

oscarpiastri 😒

alex_albon hes not even favorite uncle, hello? Its me 😽

oscarpiastri you are not even in the conversation, brit boy. Some of us have been around since before the twins were born. 😒

lewishamilton guys, guys, calm down. Favorite babysitter is clearly me.

oscarpiastri …that might actually be true😒

user59 I'm gonna bfr, he was not who I was expecting 😭

user60 LOGAN?????

user61 was not expecting to see a hard-launch when I opened Instagram today 😭

landonorris YOU 🫵😠

logansargeant ME 😌💍

user62 wait! They're adorable! 😭❤️🤍💙

maxverstappen you're the twitter screenshot husband man?

logansargeant yes 🫡

maxverstappen thank you for being the reason for Lando’s embarrassment 🤝

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user63 HES THE DUDE FROM THE SCREENSHOT!!!! ✨✨✨

lewishamilton happy for you guys 🙌🏽

logansargeant thanks Lewis 🤙

user64 MY parents now

user65 wait I love them I'm gonna cry 😭

user66 awwww this is so cute 🥹

lilymhe 🥹

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user67 Logan and Lewis, my favorite wags

user68 OH MY GOD???

yourusername I love you and our family so much, lo 😭🤍🤍🤍🤍 MY husband 🫶🏽

logansargeant i love you too, I'm so proud of you and everything you've achieved baby ❤️🤍💙🫶🏻

user69 remember guys, this all spawned because Lando tried to ask y/n on a date.

user70 the perfect family 🤍

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@c-losur3 @llando4norris @lokideservesahug @casperlikej @evie-119

[stall1iion]

champions love - six

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y/n.jpg nice to be back home for the weekend

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logansargeant happy fourth y/n 💀🤣

⤷y/n.jpg Logan! Pull up man

⤷logansargeant am I being invited to the cookout?

⤷y/n.jpg I- 💀🤣sure Logan, just text me 

bsf1 we look so hot omg 😍🥵

⤷y/n.jpg we do 🤭

⤷bsf2 was that even a question? 🤭🤭

lilymhe 😔i miss you wifey  

⤷y/n.jpg i miss you too! Don’t worry I’ll be back next week 🫶🏾

⤷alexalbon um? Wifey? 😐

⤷y/n.jpg call me Mr. Steal your bitch 😋

maxverstappen1 will you bring me back some food? 

⤷y/n.jpg so needy 🙄😂 yeah I’ll bring you a plate but you do know you could just come? 

⤷maxverstappen1 oh- you so right 

username5 happy Fourth of July Y/n! 

username9 omg will we potentially get pictures of Logan finally being around people who care about him? 

⤷username12 💀moot what you being messy for? 

username7 stop this friend group is so hot and for what? 

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y/n.jpg no one told me I would be dealing with two unhinged blondes 😭😞free me 

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bsf2 we are not unhinged 

⤷logansargeant agreed 😁

⤷bsf1 yes you two are 

⤷y/n.jpg you both decided it would be a good idea to climb into a baby swing and got stuck 💀😐

⤷logansargeant that did not happen?? 

⤷y/n.jpg tell that to the fire station that cut you out 💀

username4 omg 🤣he actually pulled up 

maxverstappen1 help is on the way dear!! 

⤷y/n.jpg did you just 😍quote a meme to me 🤭

⤷logansargeant oh good god 💀plz keep this pg 13 there’s kids on here 

⤷y/n.jpg girl…fuck them kids 🤭and fuck you too 🖕🏾

username7 and where’s max? Like how is some guy who can't even drive around my girl alone?

⤷username88 ooo yeah it's giving insecure, good luck to any person you date

username76 are we just going to ignore that Logan and Ashley got stuck in a baby swing 💀

⤷username103 and the fire department had to cut them out 💀

⤷logansargeant yes

⤷bsf2 yes we are

username9 see if I was max i wouldn’t let some guy be all cozy with my girl like that 

⤷username5 friend what are you talking about? What cozying you see bc i see logan getting cozy with Ashley if that’s what you mean 

username2 so um, anyone else getting chemistry from Logan and her best friend??

⤷username10 oh my god yes, thank you, I thought I was the only one 😭

⤷username23 stop 😵i hope not, they lowkey look like siblings 

⤷username55 STOP WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT LMAO??

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y/n.jpg Proud to have introduced the boys to the y/n version of 7/4 🫡happy 7/4 to america 💋

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username7 NOT AMERICAN BUT HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! 

username9 not the max picture cuz ppl was talking shit on the last photo 💀

⤷username2 logan looks like he’s either third wheeling or being babysat 💀😂

username10 HAPPY 7/4

username4 HAPPY 7/4

username33 HAPPY 7/4

username69 HAPPY 7/4

username74 HAPPY 7/4

username99 RAWWWW 🦅HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO THE BEST COUNTRY 

⤷username98 they gon get you girl but real💀

bsf1 AHHH WE LOOK SO GOOD IN THE LAST PHOTO, W AURAAAAAA

bsf2 WHERE ARE YOU?? WE’RE TRYING TO TAKE A TRIO PIC WITH THE FIREWORKS?? 

⤷bsf1 OH MY GOD TURN AROUND!!! 

⤷username77 WHAT’S GOING ON?? WHAT ARE WE MISSING?? 

⤷username61 SHOW IT TO US PLEASE!! SHOW IT TO US RACHEL! 

caption: look at these lovebirds over here 💀

⤷bsf1 she’s gonna kill you once she sees this 

⤷bsf2 she was the one who kissed him 💀and she can’t even lie and say she was possibly drunk this time 

⤷bsf2 miss “I don’t date drivers” 

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F1lover stop ✋ maybe she’s just busy and will fly in the day of the race

loveuy/n she looks good tho 😭what was she even doing??

lo3vmax maybe she has practice? 

⤷mrssainz yeah but max hasn’t said anything about her not coming yet 

y/nhater I don’t know maybe she finally realized their little pr relationship isn’t working anymore 

winter<3 she looks really hungover, maybe she was waiting before flying so she wouldn’t have to deal with that

→ DUH DUH DUH!!! We have names for our best friends now! 💀(I did not mean for that to happen lol) 

→ If you want, we can vote on the other best friend’s name! Send in a request for names and we can poll!! 

Anyways back to normal programing 

→ Yes the cookout is a reference to a black cookout but you can take that as a normal bbq 

→ Logan x Ashley? 👀we’ll see 

→ Logan is officially a part of the gang yay!!  

→ Yes, Y/N did in fact block Max after the kiss (she left immediately and screamed in her pillow for at least 30 minutes) 

→ Is Y/n going to Silverstone?? I guess we’ll never know…..jk you’ll know in the next chapter mwah 💋

Author’s note! 

I finished this up faster than I thought I would 💀I originally planned to wait till July 4th to actually post this but then I was like…nahhhh next chapter will have the race, max and y/n talking (more denial yay! 😁) I now get why writers love the good old miscommunication, it’s so much fun to write 😈 

taglist: @boiohboii @ale-522 @ietss @theseerbetweenus @jaxx-7 @sainzluvrr @the-untamed-soul @ashy-kit @hc-dutch @nichmeddar @delululeclerc @sweate-r-weathe-r @dhanihamidi @tellybearryyyy @luvsforme @samantha-chicago @theblueblub

༉‧₊˚  CHAMPIONS LOVE ༉‧₊˚

⤷ Following the messy breakup between Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, Max’s manager comes up with a solution to divert the attention – a fake relationship. His new girlfriend? Two time olympic gold medalist figure skater, y/n for the USA team. Easy? Well…

[aoioozora]

I just finished watching CoD Ghosts...

and my thoughts on it are:

first of all, I'm glad Riley is not dead. poor baby took a shot and his whimpers broke my heart :((( but his presence in the first 2-3 campaigns (if I'm not mistaken) made watching the game quite nice

Keegan looks the coolest in the Federation Day campaign. Honorable mention to his excellent driving skills in another campaign and also calling Logan 'kid'. I was amazed by his ability to sneak up on Fed soldiers and silently kill them. Makes him so much the more deadly.

Rorke killed Elias for WHAT. I know it's revenge, brainwashing, and beating down the morale of the boys, but still, damn. I only watched Elias die like yesterday and i still haven't recovered. I lowkey really missed hearing his voice in the later campaigns like I was actually his kid (well we do play as Logan so). But yeah they really did well on the family closeness and relationship to make the player/viewer feel this sense of loss

atp I think Hesh is the main character of Ghosts because bruh, Rorke took his dad AND his brother. developers lowkey gave him the Jujutsu Kaisen treatment but to a lesser degree. I don't know if a sequel is coming but if they make one where they weren't able to save Logan, I'm sure Hesh will be the main character, and boy what a ride it will be for poor traumatised Hesh to go up against the only one person he had left in his life. Not only would he have to face-off with a brainwashed Logan, but he'd eventually have to kill him too, and Rorke (if he manages to remain alive). He'd have his vengeance but also, at what cost. I can't imagine the additional trauma it would dish out to Hesh. And if by that time both sides have children who also join the military and have learnt about the either side, I can see a vendetta happening. But but alternatively, since it's the US military we're talking about, we know they won't leave anyone behind. I can alternatively see a hostage rescue happening, and they'll go all out on their enemies while they're at it. Maybe this is why there's no sign of a sequel. The events that take place after Logan's capture is left to our imagination.

Free my boy Logan >:( I was spoiled about Rorke taking Logan captive. I get a bit bothered by spoilers, but thanks to this spoiler, I was able to notice a couple bits where Rorke expresses interest in taking in Logan. I think that's pretty cool

The story was wonderful as a whole. The voice acting was amazing, especially for Hesh. I could keenly feel his pain and anger in the more tragic scenes in the game. The audio-visual aspect was amazing; almost made me wonder how they knew what it looked like to be in those specific situations like drowning or that ringing in the ears. I feel like it would be hard to replicate but they did such an amazing job on it. It was very immersive. I think I'd feel everything ten-fold if I got a chance to play the game for myself.

Ah, that was one hell of a ride. Now I gotta finish reading Devil's Breath.

Also, Happy 4th of July! God bless your troops, God bless America :)

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[pixelzfix]

Happy 4th of July to Logan Sargeant and him only because he has to spend today and the weekend in the UK and drive a car with the Union Jack on it

[alfavromeo]

happy 4th of july to logan sargeant and logan sargeant only

[ineedassistance28]

happy 4th of july to logan sargeant and logan sargeant only 🎉🎉

[f0point5]

Although I already know everyone's opinions on his career in f1 - Logan landed in p12. Happy July 4th weekend 🦅.

I know Alex placed higher but this is the only thing the race has going for me rn

Poor Pierre though, I thought his 50 place grid penalty was a joke at first 💀

Hahaha roll the stone away let the guilt pay its independence dayyyyy

Logan out qualified checo. That’s saying something 😂

[loganslowdown4]

Extras & Headcanons 2023

That’s The Tea Logan Photo

Zapp Brannigan/Roman Meme

Twin Snakes/Janus Candy

Zodiac Meme Logan/Remus

Logince Meme

Double Trouble/Janus She-ra Comparison

Old Thomas Pics

Maybe New Janus & Remus Sketch Coming?

Never Ending List feat. Janus

One Ticket To Barbie feat. Logan

Turn Down Music feat. Virgil

I’m Sick feat. Roman

Thomas Channel Header July 2023

They Returned Me Logince Meme

Farmer Thomas Photos 🍆

Roman 🎧

Those Hero Shots (Redux)

Sound Off Sanders Sides

Patton and Janus Tropes I Love

How Logan Feels Love (Canon)

Patton Flips Off

Logan’ sLow down

Thomas Pic 2020

Logan Missing Poster

1000 followers!?!

Young Wholesome Headshots

Sweeney Todd Casting (Aug 2023)

Theories In A Cafe (Ft. Deceit)

Anime Opening Logince Stuff

Talyn’s Coffee Order (from patreon livestream)

Over The Garden Wall Comic/Sides Detail

Logince Drabble (based on my quote)

Sanders Sides Stills w/Eye Colours

A Lil Logince Youtooz (Sep/23)

Crofters The Musical Appreciation Post

Accidental Renaissance Painting (DnD Slide Short)

SaSi Draw Your Squad of Accidental Renaissance

‘JUST Good Friends’ Stills

Getting Choked Up Over ‘JUST Good Friends’

2022 Calendar Art SaSi (& RWR Crack Theory)

Logince in SaSi Kids Cereal Mini Youtooz

Me As Quil Logince

Pre-Fanders Quil (Only SaSi Kids Cereal Mini Youtooz Plush)

Sweeney Todd Father/Daughter Selfie (Oct /23)

Green Screen BTS Shots from Anime Opening (Patreon Oct /23)

Daily Remus/Astrology Bot

Janus & Logan Created The Devils Plan (Netflix)

Patton Silly Meme

Nico’s 3rd Birthday (Oct 10/23)

Mini Plush Logince Moment

Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 5

Logince Green Screen Junk

R&P Fan Cast

Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 6

Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 7

LNTAO 5th Anniversary

1st Anniversary Of Into The Unknown

Duality of Man Oct 2023

Equally Stupid Royality

Lee Calls BS

Roman Heels

Logan’s Birthday Message 2023

November Meme (Mean Months)

Inside Out 2 Anxiety

My Roommate Is Hades B99 Meme

Logan Pics Different Looks

Dreamy Thomas (floral shirt 2020)

Janus Shirt (Literally Don’t Care)

Fandom Ranking Tumblr 2023

Happy 4th Kill In The Blank/Detective Sanders

Scott Pilgrim Meme

When Logan Is Roman’s Secret Santa (Nov 23 Patreon Livestream)

Helios/Janus Lore Olympus Vol 5

Spamb0t Meme

Ncuti Sides

Sanders Sides All The Extras 4

What’s Going On In My Head Meme

Cool Dad Far Side Mug (Short)

The Smile The Reason Meme (Logince)

Mindpalace Lilly’s Birthday Dec 19

TS CHARACTER BIRTHDAY LIST 2023

The Smile/ The Reason (platonic anxceit)

I’m Featured Fander/Perfect Gift Reaction Video

Lego Fortnite Livestream Shoutout Dec 2023

Janus Hoodie (yellow skull flowers)

Incorrect Quotes Meme

New Banner 2024

Just Minding Your Own Business meme

Surrounded By Idiots (Logan Book)

Back To The Grind (WTIT Meme)

[formulaaone]

happy 4th of July to Logan Sargeant only enjoy your hotdogs and barbecue or whatever americans eat during independence day king 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🎇🎇🎆🎆

[songsofacagedbird]

Is that BALIAN “BALO” DRISKELL? Wow, they do look a lot like EMILIIE DE RAVIN I hear SHE is an EIGHTEEN year old high school SENIOR. Word is they are a REGULAR student at Luxor Academy. You should watch out because they can be NAIVE and SENSITIVE, but on the bright side they can also be BUBBLY and OPTIMISTIC. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

the basics //

Full Name: Balian “Balo” Grace Driskell

Preferred Name: Balo Driskell

Age: 18

Birthday: February 23rd

Zodiac: Pisces

Gender & Pronouns: Woman (She/Hers)

Sexuality: Balo doesn’t label her sexuality, she’s part of the LGBT+ community (and has canonly dated both girls and boys) but she doesn’t feel comfortable labeling it personally.

Occupation: N/A, she occasionally does commissions though (both art and in like making clothes)

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Cade Carroll (npc) since early May 

Place of Birth: Rochester, New York

Hometown: Saratoga Springs, New York

Country of Citizenship: United States

Languages Spoken: English (first) and French

deeper dive //

Hobbies and Talents:

 ○ Sketching (in particular people and animals, an inspiration board for her sketch book can be found here.)

 ○ Painting

 ○ Gymnastics (her leg is her left leg! By “her leg” I mean the leg she leads off with / does her split with for her floor routine / has better balance)

 ○ Fashion Design and Sewing

 ○ Cheerleading

 ○ Gymnastics

 ○ Yoga

 ○ Roller Skating

 ○ Scrapbooking

 ○ Dancing (a hobby, not a talent)

 ○ She can touch her nose with her tongue

Favorites:

 ○ Color: The entire rainbow, Balo has issues with picking one favorite color so she doesn’t choose.

 ○ Food: Balo’s not the biggest on food but she has a weakness for popcorn. Extra butter, light on the salt.

 ○ Animal: Cats

 ○ Drink: Hot Chocolate

 ○ Flower: Sunflowers

 ○ Book: a fairy tale collection she got from Zander when she was a child

 ○ Holiday: Christmas, to the point she’ll start decorating as early as she can. (June? Why not!)

 ○ Movie: The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

 ○ Scent: Strawberries, real a bit more than the artificial but she adores both.

 ○ Place: Her “little art studio” (technically just a corner of her room with her art supplies).

 ○ Quote:

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.” - Unknown

Bêtes Noires:

 ○ Color: Dark brown, although she won’t admit to it

 ○ Food: Chicken à la King

 ○ Animal: Spiders, Balo does not like spiders and would like to stay far away from them

 ○ Drink: Matcha

 ○ Flower: Nepenthes peltata

 ○ Book: The Divergent Books

 ○ Holiday: 4th of July

 ○ Movie: Rugrats in Paris, she thinks it’s practically a horror movie

 ○ Scent: Garlic

 ○ Place: The Driskell family home in Saratoga Springs

health //  

Conditions:

          ○ Anorexia Nervosa

          ○ HIV

Allergies: N/A

Sleeping Habits: Balo gets to bed usually at a good time and sleeps 8 hours at a shot.

Exercise Habits: She exercises multiple times of day, between gymnastics and cheerleading, it’s important she’s in prime shape. Dance and Yoga are her go-tos outside of practice.

Addictions: N/A

Drug Use: Very rarely. After a bad LSD trip (when she wasn’t aware she was being drugged until after the fact), she’s very wary of drugs on average.

Alcohol Use: Occasionally. Balo doesn’t have a high alcohol tolerance, she gets tipsy after one drink and if she keeps drinking, after a couple the odds of her stripping are extremely high. (It’s not a sexual thing, she overheats and doesn’t really think about the consequences).

personality //  

MBTI: ESFP

Enneagram: 2w3 (The Helper with The Achiever Wing)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Percy Jackson Parent: Iris

Pokémon Type: Dragon

Pokémon Subtype: Ghost

Winx: Nature

appearance //  

Height:  5′11” – not at fc height (I enjoy her being a few cm taller than Zander too much to put her at fc now #oops)

Tattoos: One

Scars: None

Piercings: Ears

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Fashion:

 ○ link to balo’s closet

 ○ link to balo’s shoes

life at luxor //  

Classes:

 ○ Communications

 ○ French

 ○ General P.E.

 ○ Visual Arts

 ○ Fashion Design

 ○ Human Biology

 ○ Beginner Ballet

Clubs and Activities:

 ○ Art Club

 ○ Cheerleading (Flyer)

 ○  Gymnastics

fun facts //  

 ○ Balo has been attending Luxor since her Freshman year.

 ○ Balo’s kind of a literal ray of sunshine who believes (almost) everyone is truly good at heart.

 ○ Very easy to manipulate, please manipulate her. I’ll literally give you my firstborn.

 ○ Usually you’ll see her running around with a smile trying to brighten everyone’s day. She tries to put everyone’s happiness before herself, however, she’s slowly getting better about forming boundaries.

 ○ While it’d be easy to assume Balo’s dumb, that’s not quite the case. She only remembers the information she wants to. The issue is... most of the information she wants to learn is relatively useless. Want to know how to sew sutures? She’s your girl. Want to know the definition of cannibalism? Well, ask Jack how that goes.

 ○ She has two teddy bears and an American Girl doll living on her dresser. Duffy, Shelley-Mae, and Robin Banks. They’re decorative, but they make her happy.

 ○ One of her best friends is Logan Keller, the boy who went missing during the summer camping trip. The two are still in touch, and extremely close, so occasionally he gets mentioned here and there, but it’s still a sore spot for her (I am still in touch with the person who played him, so I run stuff by his mun when / if he comes up).

 ○ Jack’s adoptive parents recently adopted her, although she hasn’t said a lot about it. Your muse probably won’t know unless one of the two directly told them (or they heard it from Zander). It’s not a secret, she just didn’t make an announcement or anything.

 ○ In October 2019, Zander had an intervention for her to force her to get help for her eating disorder. She was in inpatient until April 2020, when she returned to Luxor.

 ○ Cheer and Gymnastics team member from Freshmen year until her intervention, and she returned to both teams this fall with the new school year.

 ○ Balo’s left handed (the only one of my muses that is a lefty)!

 ○   I’m aware Balo’s family page can be complicated, please feel free to dm me with questions. Also, please remember Balo doesn’t know she’s Daniel’s daughter, let alone the fact there’s even a chance Lance isn’t her father, which means your muse has absolutely no way of knowing this.

 ○ Befriended a stray racoon on the Lake George campus she named Reese Withercoon.

 ○ Literally only just said her first swear word this June, we’re very proud of her for finally getting that done. (#ThanksAxelAndLeo)

 ○ Balo finds the Winnie the Pooh theme song extremely soothing, which resulted in her naming a certain group chat with a set of friends the 100 Acre Woods - because she finds spending time with them soothing too.

 ○ I’m always willing to discuss my muses, so feel free to hit me up if you have any questions at any point.

a tl;dr history  //  

 ○ Balo’s home life growing up was far from perfect. Her father, Lance - is an abusive alcoholic, and while her mother tried her best to protect her children - she also covered things up without hesitation because she loves her husband. It wasn’t uncommon to see a Driskell in the ER with a lie and people willing to back up the story.

 ○ Balo was conceived during the time Lance and Cassandra were seperated the only time that her mother tried to leave. She’s completely unaware that she’s not Lance’s biological daughter (as is everyone else).

 ○ She’s been attending Luxor since freshman year, although she had to leave in the middle of her Junior year had to leave for a few months to attend extensive inpatient treatment. She came back in April, although she could not rejoin the cheerleading and gymnastic teams until her therapist confirmed she was doing well (so the start of her senior year) because of concerns about her well-being.

 ○ She was disowned following her HIV diagnosis over the fall. Over the winter, the Fieldings adopted Balo.

 ○ I strongly recommend skimming Balo’s timeline page before interacting with her. These are just the bare minimum basics, and there're more things your muse may know on there.

wanted connections //  

 ○ Friendships

 ○ Someone to manipulate her, please I beg you

 ○ Anyone who knows her from the gymnastics and/or cheer teams, or the art club

[thechildoflightning]

Satellite

Title: Satellite

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Background CALM/LAMP

part of the jksf verse

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Summary: 

To put in simple terms- Logan and his sister don't talk.

To make it more complex- Well are you sure you want to open that can of worms? - Or: Logan and his sister have played the blame game for years. It's time to metaphorically clear the air. But doing so brings up a lot more than simple sibling rivalry.

Warnings: Unhealthy Family Dynamics, Internal and External Ableism, ABA Therapy and Practices

[ao3 link]

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Satellite

It was approaching dark on the fourth of July when Logan decided to make his way outside. He and his sister had both been home for three weeks now, and neither had made an effort to really talk to each other. Not that the lack of communication was unusual, in fact it was quite normal for them. Now, nearing dusk, Logan was attempting to change that.

He opened the front door and slipped out, his headphones around his neck as an upcoming precaution against the fireworks he knew were bound to go off.

In the past few hours there had been minor bursts; mostly kids playing around with Bang Snaps and the like. Nothing large had been set quite yet, as it was still early evening and no one wished to waste the colorful bursts in a sky that was still light.

Veera, his sister, was sitting out on the deck, half-reading a book as she watched some of the children on the street race around in hyperactive excitement.

Logan carefully took a seat next to her, letting the sound of the neighborhood reach him. The kids were loud, but the space around them trapped their voices and made them seem far away. Parents muttered on decks and the faint smell of BBQ and potlucks was in the air.

Logan’s own parents were inside. When they were younger, his parents had done more to celebrate the holiday, most notably bringing them to the 4th of July parade and buying small fountain fireworks.

The holiday had always been Logan’s least favorite. The bustle of activity combined with the noise of the parade, fireworks, other activities already provided an overwhelming amount of sensory input. Add in the overwhelming smells emanating from grills, perfumes, and gunpowder, well it had always been quite a bit more that just “too much” for him. All of the excessive stimulation was truly agonizing.

As a child it had led to overwhelming meltdowns that had his parents dragging him inside by his arm telling him to behave and not ruin the holiday for everyone else. He wouldn’t even be able to respond, shutting down at the best and getting violent at worst. He would scream and shake but his parents would just yell at him and sometimes even cry, and well, it wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone.

In result of this, he was more than happy his parents had stopped making such a big fuss out of the holiday. He definitely preferred it over the alternative.

It was during this inner reflection when the first of the fireworks went off with a loud bang and a flash of color.

Logan jumped and slammed his hands over his ears. The loud noise echoed inside his head and he gritted his teeth in a futile attempt to protect against it.

As quick as he could, he took his hands off his ears to grab the headphones around his neck. He placed the headphones over his ears to better block out the noise.

He could still hear the bangs, but they were not nearly as deafening and overstimulating as before. Logan started to rock back and forth gently as he stared up at the colorful explosions.

Veera turned to give him a look at the action, then rolled her eyes and stared back up at the sky.

Logan’s heart dropped and he stopped rocking.

The noise- which had seemed manageable just moments ago- started to build.

It was then he remembered an old conversation with Patton and Virgil. A conversation that led to research and explanations about stimming. Because that’s what the rocking was- it was a stim. And he shouldn’t have to be ashamed of that. He knew that. And even if he forgot, his boyfriends were quick to remind him over and over again, as many times as he needed.

He had momentarily forgotten that and started to feel ashamed of his stims. That’s why he had stopped rocking. Veera had given him that look and he had remembered everything he had been taught, everything he had been told to hate about himself.

He was ashamed, but he shouldn't have to be.

The noise from the fireworks continued to build.

Logan made his decision, and continued to rock.

The noise settles slightly, falling back into the manageable sensory range, and Veera didn’t spare him another look.

The two of them watched the flashing colors for what had to be hours before they started to dim. And just dim- not stop completely- even though it, again, had to have been hours. Not that he had been expecting any different, America could be quite extravagant when it came to such a holiday.

The noise had also reduced to a much more manageable level, so Logan slid his headphones off, even as he continued to rock.

Veera side-eyed him as Logan slipped his headphones off, and he decided that now was as good of time as any.

“We haven’t talked much this summer,” Logan commented.

Veera let out a soft scoffing noise before speaking up.

“Logan, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’ve never really talked that much,” she stated.

“We did as children,” he insisted, and then before she could reply to that he continued you on, “I know I’ve told you this before, but I’ve been dating someone over a year now. Patton. And he talks to his siblings all the time. And, a friend of mine, Roman, does the same.”

Logan felt a little guilty of calling Roman his friend instead of boyfriend, but he hadn’t had the chance to explain the concept of polyamory to his family, and now was not the time. He continued to rock.

“The both of them talk to their siblings quite fondly, and often. They do occasionally fight with their siblings, and get into quarrels, but they always come back to each other just as close. We don’t do that,” Logan continued.

“We don’t,” Veera agreed, shifting slightly to place her book off to the side from its position on her lap.

Logan took it as a sign that she was indeed listening to him.

“Why don’t we?” he asked.

She gave him another look, one that Logan was absolutely unable to decipher.

“You know why we don’t talk Logan,” she said.

Logan did not.

But even so, he scrambled for some sort of solution. He had no clue what she was referring to, but she obviously expected him to know- which meant he missed something vital in a previous interaction.

He rushed to locate exactly what he had missed, because he tended to miss a lot of things with other people and he couldn’t ask questions because he was supposed to know these things, was supposed to know how humans work because he was one and why couldn’t he just figure this out like he was supposed to?

He paused for a breath and took a figurative step back.

He missed something in a human interaction, something that he knew tended to be a result of his poor social skills, most probably stemming from being autistic. That’s all it was. He didn’t understand because that’s how his brain was programmed. It worked differently, and that was okay.

It was also okay to ask for help and guidance. If someone refused, that was their own fault.

“Veera,” he spoke up, “I- I actually don’t know why we don’t talk. I don’t have a clue why.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, “Logan, you’ve always been the center of our parents' attention. They devoted everything to you. And like I get it or whatever. Mom and Dad didn't expect to have a kid who has autism.

“But that then meant that everything was about you. ‘Oh Logan finally did this!’ ‘Logan looked me in the eye’ ‘Logan’s new therapy seems to be going really well.’ They always, always, have cared about you more. And again- I get it. But it meant nothing was ever about me. Everything was always Logan, Logan, Logan.”

Logan could only slowly rock in numb silence as her words crashed over him.

The first thing that seemed to come from that numbness was anger, because plain and simple- her assessment wasn’t fair. And that made him angry and hurt.

Here was Veera complaining about him taking away their parent’s attention when he had never asked for it. She also claimed that they cared for him more even after they put him through tortuous programs that forced him to behave as neurotypical as possible. Plus, they always talked about Veera. How many times had Logan heard ‘Why can’t you just be more like your sister’ growing up.

How many times had he been compared to Veera’s perfection?

She was always the achiever, and Logan’s parents loved her for it, and hated him for never meeting her standard.

“That’s not fair,” he protested as he ceased his rocking. He clenched his hands and his fingers dug in deeply into his palms. “That’s not fair,” he repeated.

“Life’s not fair Logan,” was Veera’s bitter response.

“No,” Logan insisted, “No, no, no,” and he was choking a bit on his words now. It was getting harder and harder to talk, to just get them out, but he had to, “Mom and Dad did spend a lot of time dealing with me. But it’s not fair to say that they cared about me more than you.

“All they did was try to make me easier to handle. That’s not care at all. I may have gotten more attention than you, but you’re assuming that the attention was positive, which it wasn’t.

“And even if I was cared for more or given more love, it’s still not fair for you to be mad at me about that. Because I didn’t do anything. I didn’t ask for any of that. Our parents chose to do that, but that was their decision. I had nothing to do with it.

“And it’s unfair that you say I was cared for more. Because I was always compared to you. I was always told that you were perfect and I knew that I would never meet that standard. Our parents knew it too. And that disappointed them,” Logan explained.

When he finished he took a deep breath to center himself. He felt tears start to poke at the corner of his eyes. Weird, he hadn’t realized he had gotten this emotional over the conversation.

“I mean, sure, but if you hadn’t been-” Veera cut herself off.

Logan closed his eyes harshly as he held back tears. He may not be the best at nonverbal language and cues, but he knew how to fill in this particular blank.

“If I hadn’t been autistic,” he said.

His hands gripped tighter in on themselves, and he had to fight the urge to sit on them or shove them into his pockets.

“I-” Veera floundered. She ducked her head, “Yeah,” she admitted quietly, “If you hadn’t been autistic. A lot of the things that are issues started around that.”

“They might of started around that,” Logan admitted, as the first tear fell from his eye, “But it’s not fair to say that’s what caused it.”

“Then what did?” she challenged.

“Maybe it wasn’t me being the autistic that was the problem, but our parents inability to support an autistic child.”

“That- I get what you’re saying Lo- but that’s not- they did everything for you.”

“No,” he whispered, “No they didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her tone taking on a startling biting edge.

“I-” Logan tried, “Have you ever looked up what autistic people have to say about ABA?”

“What? Logan what does this have to do with anything? “

“Look it up?”

She frowned at him but pulled out her phone. For a few minutes she typed and scrolled. Eventually, she turned back to him. Logan was surprised to find her cheeks were stained with tears. She reached up a hand to wipe a few away. Logan’s own tears continued to slowly drip from his lashes.

“Oh,” was all she offered.

“Yeah,” Logan said.

“Oh.”

“Do you remember when you bought me the book Seeing Stars by Sarah Gillingham for my sixth birthday?” Logan asked abruptly.

Veera let out a watery chuckle and sniffled.

“You remember that?” she asked him.

“Yes, of course,” he aid quickly, “It was- is my favorite book. I still have it.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. He hesitated, he looked up, briefly making eye contact with her before pulling his gaze a bit upward to look at her forehead.

“I want us to be like we were on that day. I opened the package and was so excited. And you hugged me tightly and laughed as I rambled about our solar system. After I was done, you pulled me on the back and opened the book to read the first page to me.

“I couldn’t sit still and kept jumping up and down, which must of hurt considering I was sitting on top of you. But you didn’t complain. You just laughed and smiled and read to me. I want us to be able to have that again.”

She hesitated. Logan saw her hesitate, and he knew it was now or never. He would convince her or not. This was it.

“I have a lot of resentment,” he admitted, “And a lot of that resentment used to be directed towards you. Because you could be really mean as a child. When I used to have meltdowns you used to scream at me, telling you you hated me and to shut up. And that hurt. But I get it, I understand now. And I forgive you.

“The truth is, the only resentment I hold now is towards our parents. Because they were the ones that were supposed to teach and guide us. Instead they pitted us against one another and were unable to handle us. They never scolded you because they didn’t know what to do.

“You were a child, and so was I. None of what we did had malicious intent. Both of us were hurting and we didn’t know what to do. Our parents failed us in that regard. But that wasn’t our responsibility. We were children.”

At the end of his mini speech, both him and Veera were crying heavily.

They two of them were silent cries. Silent cries because they had both learned to hide such a thing.

Logan hid it because he always cried about the wrong things. The texture of food wasn’t something he was supposed to cry about after all, he was just supposed to eat it dammit.

Vera hid it because she learned it was distracting. If she was crying it took away from Logan’s time, and Logan needed the extra help, you understand right sweetheart?

They were crying because at the age of adults they were still lost children.

“I think Mom and Dad are trying a bit more now,” Logan eventually got out as the tear tracks on his face refused to leave, “I haven’t talked to them for a while ago. And I- well I don’t think they’re ready for us to have a conversation about what autism really is and what ABA does and everything.

“But, I think they know something along the line got messed up between us. We both know something is missing. I- I think they’re trying to figure out what.

“And maybe- well maybe you should talk to them too. I- I don't think they meant to hurt us. I know that doesn’t excuse it by any means, but I think, I do think they care about us. I think they care enough to try for us. That, at the very least, is important to me.”

“God Logan Berry, when did you get so smart?” Veera asked.

“Well if we’re relating ‘smart’ in terms of brain development, the brain develops the most in the first two years of life and finally stops around age 25. If we’re talking about ‘smart’ as in over all knowledge, I actually know very little of all that is out there, and such knowledge would be hard to compare to other human beings. Plus we would then have to factor in the possible existence of aliens as well as the possibility that knowledge is infinite and therefore impossible to measure. Or we talking ‘smart’ in the way of in tune with others? Because I’m particularly bad about that too. Really, the word ‘smart’ has so many definitions and ultimately is subjective and therefore undefinable,” Logan rattled off.

She smiled a bit at him before releasing a quiet huff of laughter, but Logan didn’t think it was directed at him. She then looked back at the sky, which now seemed to be absolutely devoid of all fireworks.

“You said you wanted to talk more?” she asked.

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Okay,” she said with a nod, “Let’s talk more.”

Thinks weren’t suddenly perfect between them, and perhaps they would never be, but they had started the process of reconnecting. That in itself was worth a chance.

The two of them spent another hour outdoors, just staring upwards. Logan pointed out the constellations that were visible in the polluted sky, and only decided to go back inside once their constant yawning was too much to ignore. They gathered themselves and headed inside, quietly say goodnight to the velvet blanket above them.

And somehow, the stars seemed to glow brighter than ever before.

~~~

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[atlantarisingrp]

                            MARVEL CELEBRATES ATLANTA

The executives at Disney are coming to recognize the efforts made by the city of Atlanta in lieu of all Marvel movies made within their city. For this, a special re-release of Avengers: Endgame with special never-before-seen footage and commemoration for the City of Atlanta, and their contribution to the American superhero culture will be presented.

This event will be a two-part affair:

THE RED CARPET

The red carpet is not something that needs to be plotted out via thread on the dash (and if people wish too, they can do so now, prior to the event starting if players wish too), it can simply be a basis for how your character got into the after-party, which is the main start point of the event.

Only half the characters have tickets. Please keep in mind those ‘gifted’ tickets will be given access to the red carpet & after-party, and those who have ‘bought’ tickets will be at the after-party only.

If by the time of the event you don’t have a ticket or haven’t figured out a way/reason for your character to buy it and get into the after party (which is for everyone), please message the admins. We don’t want anyone left out, so we will be happy to find you a spot.

All Media: Anyone in a journalist positions has passes to both the red carpet and the after party, but do not have the option of a guest, nor can be invited as someone’s guest. They have their own passes.

The event is 21+ Not family friendly for those characters who have kids).

Gifted tickets (invited to walk the red carpet & attend the after party):

Governor Sarah J Brandt + Guest

State Senator Laura Bellamy-Buchanan + Guest

Mr. Richard Johnson + Guest

Captain Logan Legend + Guest

Mr. Roman Guerra + Guest

Mr. Vittorio Delos + Guest

Dr. Malakai Blackshaw + Guest

Ms. Elspeth Barnes + Guest

State Prosecutor Juliana Jacobson + Guest

Ms. Genevieve DuBois + Guest

Mr. Basil Bianchi + Guest

Ms. Violet Gallagher + Guest

Officer Harley Kincaid + Guest

Ms. Kalina Nguyen + Guest

Bought ticket (these are people who bought tickets to the after party):

Please note: the people below cannot be invited to walk the red carpet.

Mr. Sean Malone + Guest

Officer Everett Gaskins + Guest

Mr. Calvin Johnson + Guest

Ms. Leyla Osman + Guest

Ms. Stella Baston + Guest

Detective Saskia Thibodeaux + Guest

Ms. Simone Arlo + Guest

Ms. Charlotte Pierce + Guest

Ms. Natalie Venturi + Guest

Ms. Ezarah Aysell  + Guest

Ms. Skyler Acker + Guest

Ms. Keegan Calore + Guest

The red carpet is a black tie affair, and the after-party is more formal to club clothes.

Attire not allowed at the after party: Jeans, no Urban Wear (e.g., Supreme, Champion etc.), no baggy pants, no do-rags or bandanas, no tracksuits, jerseys, tanktops, or baseball caps, and no flip flops.

Dates: In real time, the event will commence at 5 pm EST on July 28th, 2019, and end on August 4th, 2019 at midnight EST.

In play, the event will have taken place August 4th at 8 pm, and ended at 3 am, so what happens can be considered ‘recent’ when the event ends.

For this event, we ask all players to tag their event-related posts with ‘atlanta: premiere’.

If you cannot participate for any reason, feel free to plot that your character was there or that they were out of town, attending to business, etc. (up to player, but if you need ideas, please message the admins!)

We ask that players not attending the event message the main for a hiatus.

For this event, we ask that no murders, critical injuries, or major arrests take place. Minor arrests (public intoxication, for example, are allowed). We ask this for future roleplay-based plots that do include everyone.

If you choose to post threads that were underway PRIOR to the event, please tag those posts “pre-event” so they are labelled separate from the current event.

           Players, please do not post any non-event related starters during this time.

Any further questions in relation to the event, please shoot the admins a message, and we will happily help.

                         Most importantly, be sure to have fun!!

[fiddler-unroofed]

Sanders Sides random headcanons

-Logan makes origami when he wants to calm down

-He started off pretty small; stars and hearts and whatnot, but now he can make even the most delicate of designs

-He gives all the finished products to Patton who fusses over them like a proud parent because aww logan? this is so pretty??? i cant believe you made these for me?????

-Logan doesn’t tell Patton that methodically folding paper is just his way of de-stressing and he’s only giving him the final products to save space. Instead, he goes to make more

-Virgil is the only side that knows how to moonwalk

-Roman is furious, especially since Virgil not only refuses to teach him but now likes to moonwalk out of their arguments

-Roman eventually learns how to tap-dance as retaliation because yes he is that petty

-It’s not an uncommon sight for the others to walk in on Roman aggressively tap-dancing around an increasingly frustrated Virgil who jUST WANTS TO MOONWALK AWAY DAMN IT ROMAN STOP BLOCKING HIM

-Patton knits everyone Christmas sweaters. And Thanksgiving sweaters. And Halloween sweaters. And birthday sweaters. And Valentine’s Day sweaters. And Easter sweaters. And St. Patrick’s Day sweaters. And 4th of July sweaters. And Pride month sweaters. And

-The other sides suspect he’s started making up holidays as an excuse to knit more sweaters

-Sometimes Patton even makes them for inanimate objects. It’s not uncommon to see a chair draped in a bright red & yellow sweater, or a pretty blue sweater wrapped around the lamp

-It’s cute, but the others have to draw the line when Patton ties a sweater around the fridge. How are they supposed to open that now

-Virgil likes to bet with Patton on who’ll be the victor in Roman and Logan’s arguments (they both bet on Logan, so when he inevitably wins, all they do is swap money)

-Virgil likes to bet in general, usually about dares against Roman. No one is sure where he gets the money from but no one asks

–‘5 bucks says Roman won’t eat that expired sandwich I found in the back of the fridge’

*cue sounds of Roman frantically shoving the sandwich in his mouth because fUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT*

-Patton bruises like a peach, poor child

-He is very sensitive to everything around him being at the core of a lot of thomas’s feelings and all and that includes physical stuff too. Bump his head on the wall? Oh no it’s purple now. Hit his knee on the desk? That sure ain’t leaving soon

-It doesn’t help that he’s clumsier than a puppy

-Speaking of which, that black puppy he’s adopted? Yeah uh it’s name is Logan Jr and it’s too late to change it now

-Logan pretends to not like it, but he’s actually the one feeding and walking it the most. He’d rather have a cat but hey, what can ya do? It makes Patton happy

(Aaand that is all for now. Have a wonderful day, amigos ✌)

[lohastings]

Tagging: @swearonstars (Saint James-Binici.)

Location: The Docks - 4th of July Party

Time: July 4th

Trigger Warnings: NSFW

Notes: Just moving this to the dash so we can work on the thread.

LOGAN HASTINGS: Logan had been off to the side with a drink in hand listening to Lizzo perform as the sun started to set. She knew once it was dark enough that the sky would be lit up with fireworks and the after party would start. Even though the party was nice she wanted off this boat and about as far away from her previous dating history as possible. Landing her eyes on Saint who was talking to some Elder and rather than wait for them to finish talking she polished off the last of her drink and walked over. “Hey Jeff,” Logan greeted with a fake happy smile. “Sorry to Interrupt, but I actually have to steal him away for some coven business.” She lied as she put a hand on his arm and started to lead Saint away before either man could protest. “You looked exhausted.” She told him with a laugh. “I’m guessing they didn’t take the news of you wanting to leave well either?” Raising an eyebrow at him. Just as she was about to continue Logan heard Isaiah being called up to perform, she wrinkled her nose up. “Want to get away from this mess for a bit?” She asked, she wasn’t in the mood to hear any Morgan songs tonight. Especially after she had already talked to him once earlier in the week. “I promise I’ll return you before fireworks start.”

SAINT JAMES-BINICI: Saint's lips pulled into a tight smile. His muscles tensing up as she graced his side. Typically, Logan's presence brought with it a wave of comfort and ease he'd find himself cherishing especially at times like these when they stood amongst a large crowd. But, with the Elders around, the solace he looked forward to was quickly replaced by that of guilt.  "That's cause I am," Saint finally muttered out once they were a safe distance away from the other. "If they had, I wouldn't have a reason to leave," He admitted. His words all, but that of a soft whisper as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and gave her a small shrug. "Yes," He said, quicker than he probably should have, but then again, Logan wasn't the only one who had a reason to flee that evening. "It's like you took the words right out of my mouth," The corner of his mouth inched upwards at the thought. “And you really don't have to. Willow's with her friends and their parents. I mean don't get me wrong watching the fireworks alone sound 'wonderful' and everything, but I think I'd much rather watch them with you," He offered up despite himself. His hand slipping into hers as if that was the place it was meant to be.

LOGAN HASTINGS: "What can I say I know that look on your face well by now." Even before they had started working together she knew when he was emotionally drained when it came to parties. When she could she tried to steal him away like tonight. "What?" Trying to catch his words but they had been a whisper and she raised an eyebrow at him. Waiting to see if he'd repeat and clue her in. "Thank god." Sighing with relief at his yes, she lead him away from the crowd to try and find somewhere more private. "What can I say sometimes the princess saves the prince." She teased with a laugh. "Or you know just know him really well after all of these years." When he mentioned he didn't need to be returned for fireworks and preferred to watch them with her a smile appeared across her lips. "Same. How about we just get the fuck outta here then?" Squeezing his hand tight, she lead him towards the exit. "They're going to sail out for fireworks, but we can probably still watch them from anywhere." She didn't care about the fireworks near as much as spending time with him. Getting off the boat with him and thankfully the photographers were gone and the crowd was picking up on the beach. "This is what we get for being out on a holiday." She remarked with a laugh, shook her head at the crowd. "Come on there's a boat house where we should still be able to see the fireworks and not have you overwhelmed by people everywhere." Or her anxiety when it came to crowds working over time. Running her thumb over the back of his hand while they walked, she lead him past the other boats at the dock to the tiny little house where there was usually an employee working but thankfully they'd left for the day. Leading him around back so they were facing where the boat was set to sail out, heard the horn signaling that it was leaving. Giving a laugh before she pulling her hand away from his and slipped her arms around his neck. "Damn I make good time. We just missed having to spend a very awkward night with a bunch of people we don't want to be around and we still get a pretty decent view." She remarked with a smirk. "So we going to talk about today at all? I mean I'm pretty sure at some point your eyes broke from how much you were staring."

SAINT JAMES-BINICI: "It's nothing," Saint shrugged, flashing Logan a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his gaze as he weaving his hand through hers. Giving it a small squeeze as he let her lead him away from the crowds forming. "A prince, huh?" He quirked up a brow at that. "And here I always thought of myself as more of the handsome thief type like Aladdin or Flynn Rider," he teased back, before adding followed by a drawn out whistle, "or that."

"Getting the fuck outta here works for me," He found himself admitting. A lopsided smile forming across his lips just before the dad in him kicked in. "Let me just text Will and make sure she had a ride home and then we're good to go," He mused, slipping his phone out of his back pocket and hitting send without a second thought. "She's going to crash at her friend's, so I guess that means I’m all yours for the rest of the night, huh?" He shot her a playful wink. A deep chuckle breaking from his lips as he watched her shake her head in response to the crowds. As much as Saint wasn't a fan of crowds, he was fairly used to them at this rate. Especially, when it came to how packed new york city became along the waterway around the 4th. But, watching Logan's pouting expression as she bobbed and weaved them through the crowd that was packed like a can of sardines couldn't help, but make him smile.

"Lead the way, Hastings," He gave her a nod followed by another light squeeze of the hand as they finally made their way to the boat house. "I'm pretty sure your brother and your best friends are all on that boat," Saint couldn't help, but laugh some more. "But, It's good to know you prefer my company and what's there to talk about?" He asked quirking up a brow as he met her gaze. "Oh that. What can I say? I enjoy a good show," A deep laugh broke from his lips as he reached out. His hand skimping along the spaghetti straps of her top as he leaned over and whispered playfully in her ear, "so, I'm guessing you wore this for me too?" He offered up, typically not being one to jump to assumptions, but given the girl had been whispering flirtations comments in to his ear all day and even took her bikini top off in front of him to layout beside him, he took the hint.

Logan Hastings: Not pressing the issue any further once his hand was in hers, she held onto him tightly. “I mean you won’t stop calling me princess, so I guess you gotta be the prince.” Shaking her head no at him. “Nope, request denied. All you gave me was princess so you get a generic title too.” Refusing to give him a title that he would actually enjoy if all she was getting is princess. 

 “Good.” Stopping when he mentioned Willow, she stood there smirking. It had cost her $200, but she already knew that Willow would be busy at her best friends house for the next few days. While she could guarantee that her plan would go off as expected, she figured checking all the boxes could only help. Taking the phone from him when he finished texting Willow. “I’ll be taking that and you’re not going to need it.” Dropping the phone in her bag before she closed it and secured it. “You are. If she needs you then she’ll call Leo or Leyla.” Figuring that one of the adults in Willow’s life besides Saint could handle a problem. “She has been informed that you’ll be unavailable for the evening so she knows to reach out to them.” She informed him before he could protest.

“While yes I love them, I don’t exactly want to be stuck on a boat with everyone else for the night. I mean your best friends are on there, sure you’re not missing being on the boat with them?” She asked with a laugh of her own. Raising an eyebrow at his words, for a split second she questioned if he’d actually ignored her earlier actions. Giving a soft laugh and she rolled her eyes at him. “You thought that was for you? Last I checked I can be topless anywhere I want.” She pointed out. Pulling him in closer to her as her hand played with the ends of his hair. Granted there earlier actions had been for his view, in the hopes that he’d give her some kind of reaction, but instead he’d just looked. Feeling a shiver run up her spine as he fiddled with the spaghetti strap of her dress, she wondered if maybe he had finally got the hint. “Seems like you really want all of these outfits to be for you.” She whispered back and let her hands fall to his collar playing with it for a moment before turning them and shoving him back roughly against the boat house. Putting her mouth to his ear as she leaned in,  gave a soft laugh. "Since you think it's for you want to tell me what you think about it?" Offering to him as her hand fell between them and pulled as his hand until it came in contact with the warm skin on her inner thigh. "Or maybe show? Since we seem to be all about showing today?" Removing her hand from his as it went to his shoulder, she waited to see if he'd take the offer on the table. Looking up at him to try and gage his expression, if this was okay with him. Leaning her forehead against his as her hands ran up and down his chest, went to the buttons on his shirt. Undoing one with ease before working on the next, then stopping with a smirk. Teasingly she nuzzled her nose against his and moved her hands up to his face.

SAINT JAMES-BINICI: "That's because you are a princess. My princess," He teased, looping his arm, fingers still laced with hers, around her shoulder as he gave her a tight squeeze. "Fine. But, only on the terms that we both know I'm more thief than Prince even if we don't say it out loud."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No you don't," He said, reaching over and nabbing her purse from her hand as he fished his phone back out before silencing it and slipping it into his back pocket. "There. It's on silent. Compromise," Saint added with a nonchalant shrug as he offered her purse back to her. As much as Saint enjoyed hanging out with Logan and was happy to let the whole world slip away when he was with her, the parent in him knew he'd have much more of a peace of mind with his phone still on him just in case the worst happened and they had to rush off to the hospital or something.

"So you want to be stuck with me then," He mused, cocking his head up almost triumphantly at the thought before adding, "Nope. Definitely not. I'm happy right here." Giving Logan's hand a quick squeeze before rolling his eyes playfully over at her once more. "You can, but can't say I was expecting you to take your top off inches away from my face. Or you know, in front of my child," A deep chuckle broke from his lips once more. But, at the mention of what he was thinking about, Saint found himself leaning forwards. His voice no more than a mere whisper as it tickled her ear. "I don't know if I should. It isn't exactly appropriate," He murmured. His hands skimmed along his inner thighs and with one quick motion he pulled her even closer towards him so that she was pressed flushed up against him. The corner of his lips tilting up in amusement as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes watching her intensely as he waited for her to make the next move. Of course, he was itching to close the gap between them. His fingers tracing up highly along her inner thigh as his thumb and forefinger played with the hem of her dress, practically picturing it torn off of her and onto the floor. Only, the guilt itching up the back of his throat held him back, knowing far too well that Leo had declared Logan off limits to the likes of him and, if they were going to cross the line, he at least, didn't have to completely betray his best friend by initiating it.

LOGAN HASTINGS: “Am I now? Last I checked I wasn’t exactly the most princessy princess. Sure you’re not wrong about this whole princess thing?” Turning to look at him as she questioned his words. “I mean in both your examples the thief does actually turn into a prince.” She countered. “Even without marrying the princess.”

“Eren..” Trying to jerk it back from him but he’d grabbed her purse too quick, she let her hands drop to her sides. Knowing at this moment she wasn’t going to win this argument. She understood why he did it even if she was angry. Instead of taking her purse back she refused it and left it with him. Figuring if he wanted it so bad then he could be in charge of holding her purse for all she cared. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine.” Not saying another word as she turned on her heels. “Just so you know if there is anything wrong my phone is on ring and she knows to call. It’s only set to go off for her, Leyla, Leo. I even took her friends parents numbers and they know to call me. I know better than to cut off all communication.” Hoping that he understood she wasn’t trying to disconnect him from Willow in the case that something happened, just she’d planned it herself. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to her and we not know.” Turning to look at his with a slightly hurt expression showing. She loved Willow like she was her own, she would do anything for her. “We can have your compromise but my phone is also staying on. In case you want to go through my purse and get it too.” Walking next to him and she didn’t even look towards him for a moment. Not sure if she was feeling hurt because he didn’t trust her, or because she felt like she’d yet again made the wrong move and been rejected. “I’m sorry.” She apologized, finally looked over at him. Letting her anger simmer because she knew that he was only a parent looking out for their child. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I just— I want you to know I love her too and I would never let her be in harms way and you not know.” Letting her hand drop to his and she laced their fingers once more before squeezing his hand tight.

“Very much so.” Nodding with a smile, she noted the amusement on his face. “Good, because the boat already left.” Feeling a blush creep up her cheeks when the embarrassment of her earlier actions set in. She wanted to give some witty remark back but instead all she could do was produce a laugh and look down at their shoes. Hearing his words in her ear though cause her attention to perk up, she looked up at him with a smirk. “Who said there was a requirement? Inappropriate is fully acceptable. After all it is just us…” gesturing  to the fact that nobody was around them. “In fact it’s fully encouraged.” She added, let her hands worked two more of his buttons until they were undone. Closing her eyes at feeling of his hand meeting her thighs and before she could react she was against him. Letting out a slight gasp when she connected with him, she hadn’t expected him to do that. It threw her thoughts slightly off balance as she looked up at him with a wild expression. Keeping her hands on his face and she looked at him for a long moment, waiting for him to kiss her. Instead it felt like they were frozen in the moment waiting for the other to make the first move. Even though she’d promised Leo she wouldn’t she couldn’t stop herself. Bitting her lip as she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers moving further up her thigh, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, she wanted him. Bringing him down to her level, she connected their lips with a sweet kiss. As much as she wanted to go for more in the moment she didn’t want to overwhelm him, she wanted to make sure this was okay. Pulling back a few short moments later, she opened her blue eyes to look at him. “I want you, Eren.” Using his real name so he knew that she was serious about this, about him. She had wanted to say more, but words were failing her and all her brain could focus on was his lips against hers again. Moving her hand from his face to the back of his neck, she brought him down to her once more for another kiss. Pressing her lips back to his happily, letting her tongue slightly run across his bottom lip as she asked for more, for the chance to actually take this further and explore him.

SAINT JAMES-BINICI: "Nope. Definitely not wrong about it. You're currently the most princessy princess I know, so of course you'd be mine," He flashed her a playful grin. "Wait- no? Aladdin doesn't, does he? And neither does Flynn? Man, its been way too long since I've watched those movies," He groaned, running his fingers across his face at the thought of how many hours he at one point sat through listening to a whole new world on repeat until Willow finally fell asleep.

"Logan.." He mimicked her tone back at him as he handed her purse back to her. His phone now safety tucked away in his back pocket. But, as Logan crossed her arms over her chest, Saint couldn't help, but quirk up a brow at her. "What? Are you mad that I took my phone back? Lo," Saint let out a sigh, combing his finger back through his hair once more before he leaned over and tilted her chin up to face him. "I'm a dad. One to a daughter who just lost her grandparents and her mother. It's not about you not being responsible. You should know by now, I trust you with Will and I know you love her. But, if you want me to be in the moment with you and not constantly worrying about what ifs, I need my phone with me, okay? It's more of a comfort thing than anything. I just- I can't relive that night, okay? I can't. I can't lose anybody else, so I need my phone in reach. It... it helps with the anxiety," He found himself admitting. His eyes darting to the floor as he did. His family's death wasn't something he liked to talk about. The guilt of knowing that if he had just had his phone on him, if he had checked the messages the first time Leyla had called to berate him for being late instead of buying Willow ice cream and letting her ride the Central Park carousel for the sixth time, then maybe things would have been different. Maybe he wouldn't have stumbled upon his sister clutching her parents in her arms as they took their last breaths. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, Lo," He promised her, giving her chin a light nudge as he did. "You were just trying to be cute and I ruined it with my own shit. So..." He paused, before looking up at her with a curious look. "You asked for the Balero's number? This wasn't a spur of a moment decision then? You know to get me out into this secluded boat house of yours?"

"You're going to get me into trouble, you know that?" A deep chuckle broke from his lips as he found himself taking a step forwards. The words he resisted saying for so long slipping out before he could stop himself. "But, fine. Since it is just us..." His words were all, but a low murmur tickling her inner ear as his lips graced lightly against her skin. "You want inappropriate? You have no idea what goes on inside my head when I look at you. How I pictured tearing off that frail bit of fabric you call a bathing suit? And how I want to do the same now with this next to nothing dress you're wearing? How I spent the day gritting my teeth anytime some other guy looked at you? How I was jealous of the damn sun for getting to touch you, when all I could do is think about how long it would take me to walk my fingers across every inch of you without missing a spot? How whenever you get that cocky teasing look in your eyes, I want shut you up until all you're capable of doing is moaning out my name from those soon to be bruised lips of yours? Or do you want to know, how my fingers are inches away from thrusting themselves deep inside of you?" He offered up with cock of his head and the smallest up tilt of his chin as his hand glided even farther up her inner thigh before stopping just before her entry way. "How's that? Inappropriate enough for you?" He asked, almost taunting as he started to move his hand back and pull away. A warning not to go any further or else. Or else he'd lose any bit of willpower he was still managing to cling onto. And then it happened. Logan made the first move. She closed the gap between them. Her lips soft and almost hesitant against his as she gave him one sweet and sultry kiss. But, before she could even pull away, before she could blink up at him with those bright wide eyes of hers, his arm had already laced behind her back.

His lips crashing feverishly against hers as he flipped her around so that her back was now the one pressed firmly up against the cool wall of the shred. "Thank fucking god." The words were all, but a drawn out moan as his mouth overtook hers. "You have me." And she did. His fingers quickly working to rid her of her dress as began to trail a line of kisses down her neck only to pull back ever so slightly so that his eyes could scan her up and down. A cocky grin finding its own way to his lips as he couldn't help, but comment on the disheveled and overly exposed state she was in, "No underwear, huh?"

LOGAN HASTINGS: Shaking her head with a laugh as she looked up at him. “I guess as long as I’m yours.” Winking playfully to him. “So I gotta ask what exactly about me qualifies me as a princess besides my looks?” She asked curiously. She knew that the blonde hair and blue eyes had been classic Disney Princess features in the past, but she wasn’t sure much else qualified her to be a princess. “Actually both do.” Giving him a matter of fact smirk. “You see Aladdin is the Prince of Thieves, because his father is the kind of Thieves. While Flynn is actually the Prince of the Moon Drop. You find out about Aladdin in the third movie and Flynn in the series. So how does it feel to be so wrong?” Grabbing at his hand as she pulled it away from his face, she gave a sly smile at his reaction. “It’s so cute you thought you were getting out of this prince thing, but if I’m a princess, then I guess you gotta be my prince. I accept nothing less.”

Not answering him when he brought up her being mad about taking his phone back, but when he forced her to look at him the closed off body language she’d displayed slowly started melt. Guilt washed over her when he reminded her of why he needed his phone, she realized that she’d overstepped his boundaries to the point it was an anxiety trigger. “Hey no,” Putting her hands on his cheeks as she brought his eyes up to hers. “I’m sorry I didn’t respect your boundaries. Thank you for telling me and I won’t do it again. I understand why you need to keep it. It’s okay I promise.” Creasing his cheek with her thumb, it was more than okay that he needed his phone. “We’ll make sure it’s always on you or within reach.” Kissing his cheek softly as she secured her promise to him. “I did, but it’s okay. You explained your boundaries and I respect them and understand them. I’m not always the most mindful of everything that’s happened, I just so badly wanted your time and attention tonight.” She was worried that maybe all of this would be too much and he’d run off at the first phone call he got. “Just promise if anything gets too much you tell me? I don’t want to bring you anxiety, this is suppose to be relaxing.” Letting her hand drop from his face to his arms and she rubbed them softly in the hopes he’d just relax into her for the night, that they could focus on being away from the world for a while. “You ruined nothing. Shhh.” Quieting him from blaming himself for what had happened. When he called her out on planning this all Logan felt like a deer caught in the headlights, she tried to stammer out of being caught. “No, I mean yes. Yes I asked for their number and I have it.” She stumbled over her words as she tried to clarify, she moved some of her hair out of her face. “It was totally spur of the moment.” She lied. To be fair she hadn’t planned to bring him to the boat house or even get off the boat for that matter, just the plan had changed midway through it. “Well this part is.” She admitted softly in the hopes he hadn’t heard it, she turned on her heels as she continued to lead him.

“Trouble? Me? Never.” Shaking her head, she wrapped an arm around him when he took a step forward. “Although the only thing you’ll be getting into tonight is me.” Giving a wicked expression that blended in with the darkness that was falling over them. “It is.” She confirmed, even gave a look around for show to prove that it was just them in this moment, the closet people were yards away on the beach. Giving a soft giggle at his lips brushing over her skin, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She could have easily reached for his jacket she’d stolen earlier that was at their feet, but she made no effort; the coldness she felt immediately warmed the moment his words filled her ears. Swallowing hard when he mentioned tearing off not only the bikini she’d wore to torture, it had clearly done that, but the dress she had currently. Feeling a blush creep over her cheeks as the heat from his words cause her skin to feel like it was on fire, she let her fingers touch over her collarbone. Slowly moving down each inch, just as he’d talked about, picturing his hand in place of hers. Biting down on her lip hard when he mentioned wanting to make her moan out his name, she gave a needy whine at the feeling of want going on between her legs as he teased the thought of doing more. Pulling on him slightly in the hopes that he’s actually make good on the words he was saying. Letting her head dip back slightly the further his hand went and when it stopped, she instantly snapped her head up with her mouth open slightly in shock. Looking down between them to his hand that was buried under the fabric of her dress, then up at him as she looked for him to continue. Impatiently trying to move towards his hand in the hopes he’d actually do it, but his hand instead pulled back. Leaving her hot and bothered and utterly frustrated by his words alone. She’d expected to have to lead him up to this and be the one in control tonight, but he’d flipped the script and they were barely even into this.

Grabbing onto him tighter he flipped them and pressed her against the cool shed, she shivered at the change of temperature meeting her exposed skin. Meeting his every movement with hers, despite the fact they were connected at the mouth and against each other she still wanted more of him. At his words she melted into him and grabbed on to his shirt, wanting to prove by more than a kiss that he was hers. Gripping at the fabric and she made work of her hands to undo the last few buttons while he worked on her dress. Giving a soft whine of a moan when he pulling away and  started to trail down her neck. “Saint.” Grabbing at him as she slid his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms until it dropped to their feet. With her dress undone and she let it slide down her arms before kicking it off to the side, Feeling slightly insecure and self conscious as he looked over her exposed body, she was standing there without clothings, filters, or even lighting to help the illusion of her. Putting a hand to the back of her neck, she looked away from him and down at her exposed self, seeing every scar, indent, line, and imperfection sticking out like a sore thumb. “Didn’t think it’s be needed tonight.” Giving a slightly nervous laugh, she hid her face which was burning red behind a curtain of her blonde hair. Normally she was the confident one who didn’t care how anyone saw her, but she wanted him. She wanted more than anything for him to like what he was seeing. Reaching her nervous hands forward as she undid the button on his pants before unzipping them, she looked up at him for approval before going forward anymore.