#hulu challenges

[annershepard]

Hulu Offline Viewing vs. Competitors: How Does It Stack Up?

Hulu’s offline viewing feature allows users to download content and watch it later. This is great for those times when you don’t have internet access. You can save shows and movies directly to your device. This way, you can enjoy your favorite content anywhere, whether on a plane or during a long commute. For example, downloading a season of a show before a trip ensures you won't miss out on your binge-watching plans.

Compared to other streaming services, Hulu’s offline viewing feature has some unique aspects. First, Hulu allows downloads on its mobile apps for both iOS and Android devices. However, it does not yet support offline viewing on all devices like smart TVs or laptops. In contrast, Netflix offers a wider range of devices for offline viewing, including tablets and some laptops. This makes Netflix’s offline feature more versatile if you prefer watching on larger screens.

Another key point is the content availability for offline use. Hulu offers a selection of its library for download, but not everything is available offline. This is different from Disney+, which provides a more extensive list of downloadable content. For instance, if you want to download a popular show on Hulu, you might find it missing from the offline section. Disney+ often includes the majority of its library for offline access, which can be a significant advantage for users.

Overall, Hulu’s offline viewing feature is useful but has limitations. It works well for mobile devices but lacks broader device support. It also offers a decent selection of content for offline viewing but not as extensive as some competitors. If you mainly use mobile devices and don't need a vast library for offline access, Hulu’s feature will suit you well. However, if you need offline access on a range of devices or prefer a broader content selection, exploring other options might be worthwhile.

[garlicisgodsbestinvention]

perfect dimensions

(Carmy x Designer!Reader)

Summary: The Bear is weeks from opening, and Sugar hires an interior designer to bring the vision to life. Part 1/3.

Warnings: cursing, WILL contain smut later 👀NO use of Y/N because this is the 21st century. Carmy x female!reader, reader is described as having longer hair but that’s it for physical descriptions. NOT EDITED because I’m lazy girl tehe

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“I hired a designer,” Natalie tells them in passing on Thursday, waving a vague hand when both Syd and Carmy open their mouthes to ask, “She’ll be here in like, twenty minutes.”

“Okay, heard, but we already have a design,” Carmy says, gesturing to the wall covered in layouts.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had a degree in architecture and engineering. Those are fake dimensions, Bear; we don’t know shit about anything, so someone is going to come in and make sure that we’ve got the right fucking shade of white!” Natalie shouts before the office door slams shut, leaving Syd and Camry to stare after her with equal confusion.

“Pregnancy is making her…” Syd starts to say.

“Mean?”

“Yeah, mean. Definitely a little mean,” Sydney sighs, “She’s right though. Vibe doesn’t get us to opening night.”

And that’s how Carmen finds himself stuttering through an introduction from a now much-more-pleasant Natalie when she shows a woman through the front doors.

Carmen extends his hand to you, clearing his throat, nodding like a fucking idiot when you tell him your name.

“Yeah,” he says, “I’m uh, I’m Carmen.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, mouth spreading into a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. “Walk me through?”

Natalie takes the lead while Carmy and Syd hang back. One glance at the look on his partner’s face should have sent Carmy scrambling for something else to do, but he’s not fast enough to remove himself from her presence before a laugh is bubbling from between her closed lips and he’s desperately hoping his face isn’t turning red.

“Im, uh, Carmen,” Syd lowers her voice in a mocking tone.

“Fuck right off,” Carmy shakes his head at her.

“You literally forgot your name!”

“I didn’t forget my fuckin’ name—“

“Like oh my god, a pretty girl with pretty eyes appears and you forget how to talk!”

“Are you done?”

“Absolutely not. I can’t wait for Richie to meet her.”

Carmen wishes the day would never come.

Ten minutes later you appear back in the dining room, Fak following close behind with a shit-eating grin that makes Carmy wish he had never gotten out of bed this morning.

“Carmy! Did you know she likes to bake?”

“No, Fak, we’ve only just met. Would you let her do her job?” Carmen sighs, rubbing his fingers into his eyes to stop an oncoming headache. Syd snorts.

“We’ll chat more later, Neil, I promise,” you say.

“You might have just made yourself a new best friend,” Syd laughs.

Carmy looks away the moment your eyes swivel over to his, trying to disguise that he’s staring as best he can.

“So,” you say, “Natalie said you had drawings. May I see?”

Camry’s fingers itch in a weird way, but he manages a nod before striding over to his backpack to pull out the notebook while you scan the wall of swatches and inspiration photos. You nods your head a little, like you’re concocting an idea.

Carmy wants to twirl a finger through the strand of hair hanging loose out of your updo.

“So, uh, this is what I’ve come up with so far.”

He then spends the next ten minutes walking you through each of the drawings, explaining himself a little too thoroughly, and making random comments about lighting and booth fabric. You look intent the whole time, brow furrowed at the page, occasionally pointing and you don’t even have to say anything—Carmy just starts to over explain immediately following the point of your painted fingernail.

When he’s done, you nod your head slowly, the corner of your mouth twitching up. You’re wearing some sort of lipstick that reminds Carmy of the stain of touching a cherry pit.

“These are amazing,” you say finally, and Carmy feels his face heat. “I like the vibe. I love the vibe, actually. Are you a sensitive person?”

You look up at him and Carmy short-circuits.

Syd says yes, at the exact time he says no.

“Conflicting signals,” you say, “Anyone else to weigh in?”

It takes a second for him to realize that you’re making a joke, and he has to shake himself out of a stupor caused completely by the sight of your smile.

“Uh, no, no I’m good. Gimme feedback,” he says, and you reach out to flip the pages back, landing on the entry.

“Great. I’m going to tell you what we need to fix,” you say, straight to the point. “This entry is too small. Either we need to extend out into the sidewalk, or we need to push the kitchen back by at least five or six feet. The bar is going to create a bottleneck right here, and we need to inset these shelves to give you a little more working room. The lighting here needs to be sconces, and the bathroom doors need to slide to maximize space—this is too small for a swinging door.”

Carmen is fully intent on taking in every word you’re saying, but out of the corner of his eye he can’t help but see Syd’s face transform into something mildly resembling devious.

“Heard,” Carmy says, nodding his head as you looks back up. “Let’s rock.”

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You become a fixture in Carmy’s life in the same way that Sydney or Richie or Nat are, appearing every time he turns the corner and whispering a hello in passing before you start barking orders to the contractors who listen to your every word. Strangely, he can relate. A week ago you told him, Carmen, please decide which side of the bar you want the ice machine on, and do it quickly so I can tell the water guy when he gets here. He’s never made a decision so fast in his life.

Even Nat had popped an eyebrow when he replied, on it, before you’d even really finished your sentence.

Usually, he’s on autopilot—walking in and straight back to the office or the kitchen and hardly ever stopping to notice what’s going on. He’s the first one in and the last one out by design, so he doesn’t even see everyone else arrive until they’re already there.

This morning, though, Carmy walks into the kitchen to see you already there, writing something out in a notebook as Natalie talks, waving her hands wildly.

“Okay, I got you,” you’re saying only glancing up when Carmy’s shoes shuffle too loudly on the floor. “Oh! Good, you’re here. I need you.“

Carmy raises his eyebrows. “Need me?”

“To look at paint swatches,” you say, ushering him into the main dining area. The words ring in his head like bells as he follows you, the scent of your perfume surrounding him as he walks through the crowd of it. You smells so good, and it reminds him of New York City somehow, the faint scent of rain.

He figures that you must have come in even earlier than he and Natalie both, because you’re dressed more casually than usual, and there’s a charm necklace dangling over your tee shirt that he tries to identify when you turn without you realizing he’s staring. He makes out a paintbrush and nothing else.

“Right, so,” you start, gesturing to the wall. There’s a beat of silence with them both staring at the three swatches on the wall, and then Carmy turns towards you.

Your words overlap.

Carmy says, “I hate them.”

At the same moment, you say, “They’re horrible, right?”

Carmy laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, not it.”

“Okay, so hear me out.” You say, leaving his side to pull something from your folder. “Pink.”

“Pink?”

“Like, oyster shell pink. Neutral enough that in the low light it’ll look pale, almost indiscernible from white. And this wall—“ you point to the back where the booths will be and shake your head. “Has to be a mural. It’ll look unfinished if it’s bare.”

Carmy nods along with everything that you say, trying to envision it. “What kind of mural?”

You tilt your head, chewing at your lip. Carmy completely short-circuits for an embarrassingly long second.

“I might have some ideas,” you say in a soft voice, crossing over to the table where you’ve set your things and pulling out a black sketchbook.

“Two artists in residence, huh?” Carmy jokes, his stomach fluttering when you smile.

“Do you draw anything other than food and restaurant interiors?” You ask.

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” you repeat, looking up at him. He knows that you want him to elaborate—he would never admit out loud that he spends the hours he’s not cooking trying to replicate the way your necklace hangs off of your neck and the curve of your wrist.

Occasionally he doesn’t do weird, obsessive, borderline creepy things—sometimes he sketches the buildings outside his window as the sun goes down, or tries to remember what the boat in Copenhagen looked like, or that one place he used to drink coffee at in New York.

Your eyes narrow at him just a little, like you’re trying to read all the things he’s not saying.

He dips his head, half to look at the page you’ve opened the notebook to and half to get out from under the scrutiny of your pretty eyes.

“That’s insane,” Carmy finds himself saying, looking down at the waves of color on the page. “It looks like, almost like wood? Or marble. That’s—fuck, that’s so cool.”

The page is covered in shades of brown and deep green and black, melding together into something that reminds him of tree rings or stained wood panels, muted like an old chinoiserie river painting.

“You could hire someone to change it out seasonally maybe, it’d be cool, but I think something like this would look nice with the color of the wood we picked for the tables—“

“Will you do it?” Carmy asks, fingertips tracing over the edge of the paper and coming away brushed with color—oil pastels. “Could you, I mean, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it like this.” He tells you, rubbing the tips of his fingers together and watching the color meld together before meeting your eye.

Your mouth is parted, eyes wide as you look at him, and he gets the urge to flick your bottom lip to see if it’s as soft as it looks.

“I,” you start to say, “Yeah. I can do it. If you want me to.”

“I do,” he says, too quickly. “Want you to. Paint it.”

Because what else would he be asking you to do? He wants to throw his entire brain into the blender on high.

“Okay,” you say, “I’ll start tomorrow.”

He makes a mental note to make sure he’s there all day to peer through the windows and watch you work.

[laiiaaa]

thinking about Carm just being tired and missing you when he comes home :(

You’re still awake and watching your show when he huffs through the door, throwing his cap and coat down to the floor—you know then that it was a rough night for him.

Offering a glance over your shoulder, you ask, “You alright, Bear?” The TV keeps droning on, but you’re more attentive to Carmen as he doesn’t offer any response.

He lugs himself around the back of the couch and falls to the cushion with a sigh. You keep an eye on him while he slouches, resting his elbows on his knees and carding a hand through his hair, and you gently rub a hand up his back.

Almost as soon as you do it, he’s shifting to lay down and rest his head in your lap. His head hurts, and his back is sore, and he thinks the long hours might be getting to him.

To soothe him, you cup one hand around his face and run your fingers through his curls. “Rough day?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, eyes closed. He seems to relax into your touch.

You hum. “I’m sorry.” 

He lifts his hands to grab yours resting along his cheek, and instead brings it down to his heart, doing nothing other than hold that piece of you in his hands. “Just missed you today, ‘s all…”

He often misses your hands the most during a rush, how they untangle the knots in his back and shoulders, how they soothe the soreness in his hands and head. He likes how much softer and gentler they are, unmarred by scars and calluses like his—even though he knows by now that they’re well-loved.

 “You had a long day today, y’know? I missed you too.”

He turns to lay on his stomach and wraps his arms around your waist, hands slipping beneath your tee to feel your skin against his while your nails scratch up and down his back, lulling his headspace away from the kitchen and into bliss, a sense of serenity he only ever feels with you. “Will you come to family tomorrow?”

“Yeah," you answer without a second thought, voice tender. " ‘F course.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, but you know he’s content when he lets out a deep breath, his back rising and falling. And he lays with you as you finish the episode you were watching when he walked through the door, following behind you when you take him to bed with your fingers intertwined, falling asleep with you in his arms. You make the tough days worth it.

[g3othermal3scapism]

love languages 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[addieyapsalot]

My challengers

[ankleglue]

CRINGETOBER DAY 26 - ALL EDGE NO POINT

Drew like a dark, fucked up version of terry opposites haha. Just a glimpse into my dark reality. A full stare into my twisted perspective would make most simply go insane Imao

Imagine these as double sided keychains... now read the first word (I can dream)

[madwomansapologist]

cardigan but from Richie’s POV !! cause I can totally see him feeling “unlovable” like an old cardigan under someone’s bed w the whole deadbeat divorced dad thing until (reader) comes along and makes him feel wanted again🫠

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Cardigan

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synopsis: Richie was fine with being left. After all, he wouldn't marry himself either. Richie gets that he's hard to love and easy to leave. Then why didn't you leave him yet?

warnings: none.

note: omg you don't even know how I was waiting for someone to make that request. cardigan is sooo richie coded. i feel like you read my mind.

Richie's silence can be so loud. You need seconds to differenciate the comfortable silence from the pensive one. And right now, while he cooks dinner, all you wish was for his thoughts to be less louder.

With the subtlety of an elephant, this is what happens when you wear high heels on cobblestones, you jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. You should've gotten rid of them, but you like the sound they make. Richie saw you walk into the kitchen, and felt your embrace as he braised the sausage.

"Hello there." You murmured against his shoulder. He was so tense.

You insisted on cooking dinner, but he never let you do it. Richie says he's a chef, you reply that he needs to relax, and he rejoinder with a "What kind of boyfriend I would be if I let you cook?"

You think he don't like your cooking, and you will die on this hill.

"Ten minutes and it'll be ready."

After a few minuts of silence, you got away from him. You reached into your pants pocket took out a coin. You quickly turned off the stove, and show him the coin before he complained. "A penny for your thought."

Richie sighed. He wiped his hands on a cloth, took the coin and hesitated before putting it in his pocket. He leaned against the counter, again in stark silence. You took his hand, stroking it. You noticed a small cut, already almost healed. You kissed the spot. "Kiss it better", you murmured to yourself.

But Richie heard you. And with his heart filled with that warm feeling, he opened his mouth and shared with you his fear. "Aren't tired of me?"

"No." You smiled to him. "Not at all."

"But... why?"

"Because you are... you", you smirked. "I know you. People said that when you're young you know nothing but I know you."

"Exactly." Richie grabbed your hand. "You know me. So why aren't tired of me?"

"You give me your weekends. We played hide-and-seek last night and I don't think I've played it in years. You hold me when I'm bleeding. And you always take the last train so you can spend more time with me. And your food..."

"What are you doing?"

"Telling you all the reasons why I love you. Why I'm not tired of you. I can go on and on and on and on... Richie, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm old cardigan under someone's bed."

You got closer to him, caressing his shoulders. "Then you're my favorite cardigan in the whole world." That made him laugh. "Hey, do I look like a clown? I'm dead serious. The best cardigan ever made."

GENERAL TAGLIST: @suakemi @notanalienindisguiseblink

THE BEAR: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @notanalienindisguiseblink @vyctorya

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[sanstropfremir]

i was wondering if you already talked/like the jpop group psychic fever :) idk i feel like you'd like them but if not are there any jpop groups you listen to?

girl i have no clue what is going on with exile tribe i wouldn't even know where to start lmao. i do listen to a few of their units, including psychic fever, but it's mostly ballistik boyz just bc animal is my own personal crack. the occasional jo1 and ini song makes it into my rounds, but i'm mostly a jrock and j...indie? i guess? listener. queen bee and i dont like mondays are two of my mostly listened groups, plus a variety of other artists like taichi mukai, eill, fujii kaze, rung hyang, etc. highly recommend every queen bee song, idlm's black humor and fashion albums, and taichi mukai's the last album. and now im hijacking my own post bc this is now a psa about avu chan's boy group ryugujo!! genuinely fr the only boy group ever actually. highly highly highly recommend literally every song they have and their new ep just dropped last month!

other songs that fucking rip that are not just me linking their entire spotify page:

me linking their entire spotify page anyways:

also highly recommend watching their show 0 year 0 class, bc it is genuinely inspiring and enjoyable to watch someone actually want to teach trainees how to be idols and succeed. and not just how to be idols, but how to be better people as well. k survival shows could never and actually any other survival show could never. flawless 10/10 no notes avu chan i need you to take down the entire survival/audition show industrial complex immediately.

[newwwwusername]

Fic title : It's Just to Make Him Stop Complaining

@sicktember 2023 prompt : Fuzzy Socks

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Y : The Last Man (Hulu)

Pairing : Yorick & Agent 355

Additional tags : Apocalypse, Cold Feet, Socks, Good Friend Agent 355, she cares even if she won't admit it, Acts of Kindness, Gift Giving

Word count : 346

[avocadolaw]

Atlatl emoji when???

[bonebrunch]

ëd streaming 🤍

I constantly update this.

Netflix:

To the B0ne

Black Swan

Supermodel Me: Revolution

Malcolm & Marie

Everything Now

Hulu:

Girl, Interrupted

Thirteen

America's Next Top Model

Skins UK

My 600 lb Life

1000 lb Sisters

Max:

My 600 lb Life

1000 lb Sisters

Fast Food Nation

The W8 of the Nation

Th!n

Euphoria

Prime:

Supersize vs Supersk!nny

Sharing the Secret

Tubi:

Look Away

Th!nsp!ration

Honey Sickness

The Wasting

Shapeless

Little Miss Perfect

Sharing the Secret

Kate's Secret

Jennifer's Body

Freevee:

The Biggest Loser channel

Pluto TV:

F@T: A Documentary

Pluto Competition channel

Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders channel

Survivor channel

The Amazing Race channel

The Challenge channel

YouTube:

Supersize vs Supersk!nny

My Big F@t Di3t Show

Super Sk!nny Me

Super Sl!m Me

Honey S!ckness

Kate's Secret

Sharing the Secret

My Sk!nny Sister

For the Love of Nancy

Perfect Body

When Friendship K!lls

Dy!ng to Dance

The Karen Carpenter Story

Superstar: the Karen Carpenter Story

Just Ate

An An0r3xic's Tale

Sometimes I Dream I'm Flying

The Taste of Emptiness

Secret Life of Mary Margaret

Dy1ng to Be Perfect: the Ellen Hart Pena Story

Dy1ng in Plain Sight

Feed

Skins UK

Can anyone add more?

[the-froschamethyst4]

The Cowboy Hat Rule

𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Price x City girl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, cowboy hate rule, strangers to lovers, slight fingering, p in v, slight eating out, handjob, drinking, smoking, making new friends, small town love, some humiliation

𖤐Summary: Y/n came to a small town just outside the city she grew up in and found herself in a small local bar and had some fun with some strangers

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9:00AM

Y/n was packing her stuff to get ready to move out west to a small town just outside her hometown. Y/n was a city girl no doubt.

She use to get spray tans before vacations or before she goes out anywhere with her friends. Only shop at high end store like Gucci, Louis, Fendi and Prada, her groceries costed around someone’s rent, she paid so much.

She decided to move so she could have her freedom and wanted to start a small farm with Chickens to sell their eggs, cows to sell their milk and cheese, and sheep for their wool.

She found an abandoned ranch house with almost 4 arces of land, just enough for a barn and enough grass for the animals to graze and eat.

Y/n took some notes on how to take care of them and is honestly excited to have a farm. She likes a challenge and she also is ready to give up her lavage lifestyle for the barnyard.

She had looked did some digging around the small town and saw a small bar, a local grocery store, a strip mall with probably 7-8 different stores, she’s never really heard of.

A mechanic, a salon, a sandwich shop, and she also saw a couple of other farms and every Saturday there is a local Flee Market.

She can’t wait to move and live there.

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11:30AM

Y/n saw her new home just up ahead. The movers were confused on if this was the right house but pulled into the driveway and helped unload the truck.

One of the movers looked at Y/n trying to see if they were at the right house.

“Miss? Are we here?”

“Yes! We are here. Awww~ this place is amazing,” she said as she opened the door and took in the sight, it needs to be done up some but she can fix it or see if anyone around knows how to fix certain things.

She let the movers inside and place her couch, love seat, tables, nightstand, dresser and bed down in their certain spots.

Y/n was excited and grabbed her box’s from her car and placed her bathroom stuff in her master bathroom, bedroom stuff in her master bedroom and so on.

She paid the movers and started to set up her bed. And started to unpack the kitchen supplies and bathroom supplies. She unpacked her TV for her bedroom and started to set up her Netflix, HULU, Disney+ and YouTube and did the same with her TV in the living room.

She took in all her stuff in her own house and not in a apartment. Y/n went outside and started to take pictures on where she wanted her barn for her animals.

She didn’t know if she wanted to put it next to the large oak tree to act as shade for her animals or next to the pond to act as a natural water source for them.

She doesn’t know, but she will come up with something.

Now…small town love. She hasn’t really thought about love or finding love in a small town like this place, after her last relationship she’s kind of put off from dating for about a year.

She liked the single life even though it can be very lonely at times hints why she wanted a farm. Give her something to do so she won’t be bored out of her mind, and she can keep herself occupied.

She got in her car and drove to a local store that carried a lot of farm products from equipment, feed, even animals. She parked her car and got out, she definitely looked out of place.

A white t-shirt, black leggings, tennis shoes and a high ponytail. She looked like she just got done doing a hard workout. Everyone else looked like typical country people dressed like they’re ready for the local rodeo.

She rubbed the back of her neck before walking inside and grabbed a cart and started to look around for feed and took a look at the ducks, geese, bunnies and other birds they well selling, unfortunately not the ones she’s looking for.

She just smiled at the cute baby animals and headed to the back where there was flowers and some small sheds. She looked at one that looked like a mini version of a red barn it was cute, something she could use as a chicken coop.

“Hello, you finding everything okay?” A man walked up to her, she jumped a little bit before turning to him.

“Oh yeah…ummm~ I’m actually new to town and I bought that abandoned ranch house on the hill.”

“Oh that house, I’ve never seen anyone live there. It’s like they just made a random house for no reason.”

“Yeah that’s what my seller told me. Like they gave up half way through.”

“Well welcome to Mountain County, oh I’m Alex,” he put his hand out and Y/n shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Y/n,” she said with a smile on her face.

“But anyways, what are you gonna do with the 4 acres?”

“A small farm, just a couple of animals sell their products and make money I guess,” she awkwardly laughed.

“Ahh~ I own a farm as well, I do this part time and I work on my farm full time. I sell crops at the flee market, I sell corn, potatoes, dried sunflower seeds, carrots, bell peppers, you name I probably sell it.” He laughs.

Y/n could tell he was trying to be friendly and not sound like he’s being cocky.

“Do you have animals?”

“Yeah, cows, sheep, horses, pigs, goats, llamas and chickens, I gonna get geese and ducks soon.”

“That’s cool, do you have any tips for me?”

“Yeah.”

Alex and Y/n could probably talk for hours and hours but unfortunately that’s not the case. Y/n and Alex exchanged numbers to keep in touch and so if Y/n had any questions she could text Alex and ask.

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1:30PM

Y/n headed home unpacked some more of her boxes and started to set everything she just bought outside her home. She will be getting a small shed she could keep the feed and whatever inside of it.

She headed back into her house. She changed out of her sweaty clothes and changed into some shorts and a tank top leaving her hair in the ponytail.

She laid on her couch grabbing her phone and looked at some picture of her 'friends' back at the city seeming to be having a blast without her. She didn't even get a 'goodbye party' from them.

She rolled her eyes and continued to scroll through the social media. Y/n saw her considered 'best friend' hanging out with her ex-boyfriend, they were all huggy on each other which made her feel gross.

The guy she told her friend about that was such a jerk to her, and she's over here hanging out with her. Thinking it's okay and that Y/n may never see it.

"So annoying," she rolled her eyes at the post and tossed her phone to the side ready to turn on the TV, but her phone pinged making her look at her phone and saw Alex's name pop up.

Alex: *Hey at The Mountain Top Bar, they're doing all you can get shots and drinks and they're doing line dancing, come join us*

Y/n: *Us? Who am I meeting, Alex?*

Alex: *Some friends of mine, come on, come join us*

Y/n: *Give me a minute*

Alex: *Yeah, take your time, sweet thing*

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2:40PM

Y/n went to her car and drove to The Mountain Top Bar, she was in a dark green, emerald dress, she looked stunning. She exited her car and opened the door to the bar.

She read a sign with pretty handwriting font saying what Alex told her.

All you can eat, free shots and drinks on the house and Line Dancing of the century

She smiled at the sign. She opened the door and saw people dancing, laughing, getting drinks at the bar and playing darts and pool. She looked around for Alex and couldn't find him till she looked at the bar seeing him look like a cowboy like every guy in this place.

She walked up to him and gently tapped his shoulder getting his attention.

"HEY! You made it," he said as he got up and hugged her waist.

"Yeah, thanks for telling me about this, I would have never guessed," she said.

"Anytime, come, meet the guys," Alex said.

They walked to the bar counter and Alex got his friends attention to look at Y/n.

"Y/n, this is. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König and Price is somewhere around here..." Alex said as he looked around the bar. "Oh, there he is," Alex pointed to a tall, buff man on the dancefloor dancing to Fake ID line dance.

(Okay, no but IMAGINE Price doing the Fake ID line dance from Footloose...jaw dropped, or line dancing in general, periodt)

Y/n watched in amazement as she watched this man dance with perfect synchronization with the rest of the people dancing around him.

"Wow," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, he's being a showoff, come have a drink with us," Alex said.

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3:10PM

Y/n talked with the guys and enjoyed her drink given to her by Alex. Alex promised to give her the first drink of the night.

"HEY! Price, this is Y/n," Alex said, and Y/n placed her drink down and turned to Price.

Price gave Y/n a smirk and titled his cowboy hat towards her.

"Howdy," he said, Y/n felt her cheeks heat up.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

Alex could see Y/n's cheeks all heat up, he smirked and gently nudged his shoulder at Y/n.

"Hey," she whispered at him.

"Why don't we go play pool, Price, Y/n you guys stay here and guard our spots," Alex said.

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing," Price said.

Alex and the rest of the guys left the bar and Y/n and Price just awkwardly looked away from each other feeling embarrassed from being left alone with each other.

"Sorry about Alex," Price said.

"It's okay."

"Are you new in town? I've never seen you here before?"

"Yep, I just moved in this afternoon, Alex is the first person I met while I've been here and now, I guess his friends are my friends, maybe...that Ghost guy doesn't seem to like me."

"Ghost, doesn't like anyone...he just sticks with us because we're the only people who will talk to him," Price chuckled.

"Ahh~ that makes sense," Y/n said.

Price leaned on the bar counter looking at Y/n as she talked about her life about being in the city. Price has never really talked to a city girl before; he was thought that the 'city folk' were a bunch of weirdos and think only about themselves but surely enough he's wrong about Y/n.

"And I left because I wanted to change up my lifestyle, I've always wanted to be a farmer but thought I've never had the time for it, but I realized lately how much free time I have nowadays and so, I thought that I should come live out here and start my own small farm."

"How small? And what will you sell?"

"Just sheep, cows and chickens, sell wool, milk, cheese and eggs."

"Mmm~ yeah, that'll be great."

Price was listening to her talk, and he heard a certain song come on Take it off by Kesha came out, he turned and grabbed her hand.

"Hey come dance," he said.

"But I don't know how to line dance."

"That's okay, follow my lead."

They went to the dancefloor, Price stood in his position with Y/n to his left. She looked nervous but stood in her stance and watched as some people bounced to the song before the lyrics started.

Soon they started everyone started as Y/n felt lost, she didn't know what to do even when looking at Price for help. He was too big of a natural and Y/n could barely stay on her feet. When she would try and move backwards like everyone else, she tripped a bit but caught herself before she could fall.

Price saw and just chuckled at her being clumsy. Y/n could hear him chuckle at her, she felt a bit embarrassed, she stopped what she was doing and headed back to the bar.

Price looked to his right and didn't see Y/n, he looked around and saw her at the bar. He was trying to swiftly make it off the dancefloor was soon trapped on the floor by people crowding around.

Y/n sat at the bar, running her finger over the rim of her glass and looked bored out of her mind.

Alex came up next to her.

"Hey, where's Price?"

"On the dancefloor...I can't keep up," she said, taking a sip from her drink.

"It's okay, line dancing can be hard for people who don't know what to do, trust me, it was hard for me, but I got it down, later." Alex looked at Y/n looked at Price on the dancefloor and turned back to her glass.

"I think, I should go..."

"No, no, stay a bit longer," Alex tried to convince her to stay. "Do you smoke?" He asked. "Come on, you may need some fresh air, come on," Alex said as Y/n followed him outside the bar.

Price saw Y/n and Alex leave the bar to go outside. He again tried to get off the dancefloor and followed them outside.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked with his hands out looking at Alex who was leaning against the brick building and Y/n stood in front of him picking at her nails.

"Sorry...I...I just couldn't keep up and to save myself from embarrassment, I decided to stop."

"Aww, honey, it's okay-"

"Should I leave you two alone?" Alex asked, ready to put out his cigar.

"Umm~"

"If you don't mind," Price told him.

Alex left Price and Y/n alone again. She looked down at her feet as Price took Alex's spot against the brick wall.

"Honey, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, I just didn't want to embarrass myself or you, so I just left and went to the bar and came out here with Alex."

"Honey, I've been embarrassed before by others and let's just say some had it worse, it's your first time, who cares, everyone had their first time, line dancing. Did Alex tell you he fell probably 7 different times during Fake ID, boy could barely stand after tripping so much, he basically made camp on the ground," Price laughed trying to make Y/n feel better.

Y/n still feel awkward that she didn't know what she was doing. She tried to smile at Price telling a story about Alex falling but it didn't make her feel any better.

"Come on, honey, there has to be more to it then you thinking you can embarrass me or yourself," he said, putting his pointer finger under her chin making her look up at him.

"I just...I just need to go home, I'm tired from moving and making new friends, that I'm just worn out," she gave a lazy smile to him and was about to walk to her car, but Price stopped her.

He took his black cowboy hat off his head and stuck it on Y/n's head, some people outside saw it happen and their eyes widened at Price's sudden gesture. They've never seen Price do that.

"Price?" He leaned forward and his lips touched hers, he was gentle about it and smirked when he pulled away from her lips.

"I have a question for you, little lady."

"O-Okay," Y/n was too stunned to even think straight.

"Do you know the hat rule?"

"Hat rule?"

"I know you, city folk probably don't do that, but here...in the country, when someone puts their hat on your head...it means they're taking you home...and you little lady, get to come home with me," he said with a cheesy grin on his face.

Y/n was shocked that he did this, she JUST met him tonight, at least take her on a date before making her 'yours' first Price, come on now.

"D-Do I have to go with you tonight?"

"Nah. but it just shows that...you're mine and whoever fucks with you, I'll know," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Price."

"Hm?"

"Take me home, please."

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8:26PM

Price had picked up Y/n out of his red and white Ranger. He kicked his door open and was kissing Y/n’s lips getting a soft moan from her.

He smirked and took her to his bedroom. He placed back on the ground as his hands found her butt and started to gently squeeze them and unzip her dark green dress letting it fall to her ankles.

She kicked it away just leaving her in her underwear. She could hear Price struggling to unbuckle his pants, so, she decided to help him. Her hands were a natural, she pulled his unzipped pants to the side where she can feel his hardened dick in her palm.

She smirked into the kiss as she could feel his hot breath on the side of her neck. Her hands moved up and down, they were soft and felt like someone was barely touching him.

"Oh g-god," he mumbled, he kissed her neck some more but could barely stay on his feet from how gentle she was being with him.

"Am I hurting you?" She asked.

"N-No...I'm...f-fuck," he mumbles again.

Y/n fell on her back on the bed behind her teasing Price once she stopped, she looked down at him, he was taking off his shirt and pants, he removed his cowboy hat and put it on Y/n's head.

"Holy fuck, you look amazing in it, little lady," he said, licking his bottom lip.

"Thank you, kind sir," she tipped the hat at him with a cheeky smile on her face.

He trapped her on the bed and kissed her lips, his hands ran all over her body, holding her waist and he moved his hands down to her thighs and pulled her the edge of the bed.

Price looked down at her and kissed her lips again, his hands cupped her face. She started to remove her underwear and Price smirked before sticking his fingers into his mouth getting them wet and feeling her folds, they were already wet.

He stuck them inside of her lower half and earned a loud and high-pitched squeal from her. Her hand gripped his wrist trying to push his fingers out, but she didn't want them to leave her.

He moved his fingers in and out of her quickly and earned a moan from her. She looked down at his fingers inside of her and watched him pull them out seeing a thick white substance thickened on his middle and ring finger.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, she felt her folds drench in the white liquid. He bent down to her clit and licked the white liquid clean off her, she grabbed a handful of his hair wanting him to keep going and not stop.

"P-Please don't s-stop, P-Price," she moans. His tongue went inside of her and licked her folds again.

"Hmmm~" he hums and sat up, his left hand grabbed her wrists holding them above her head and his right hand on his dick hitting his tip just above her clit. She moans at the wet sounds clapping against each other.

"Ah!" She moans.

He pushed himself inside of her. She looked helpless underneath him; his right hand held her waist, gripping her tightly that he could very well leave a hand mark on her side.

He moved slowly at first but soon picked up the pace when he could feel her tighten around his dick. He bit his bottom lip possibly making it bleed.

He leaned down to her lips kissing them, once he pulled away, he could see the blood on her lip, he wiped his lip with his thumb and saw the blood and licked his thumb removing the blood from her lip.

Y/n didn't care she was feeling good by Price. He didn't stop moving fast, he wanted her to moan his name, moan so loud that her voice breaks. He cups her face and kisses her lips again.

"H-Holy fuck," he cussed under his breath as he looked at Y/n's face, it was red, and he could see tears threatening to fall from her eyes. He wipes her tears away getting a soft smile from her.

"Are y-you sure I'm n-not hurting you?" He asks.

"I-I'm sure," she stutters as her head went back and moaned again feeling her stomach tighten and she could feel that same liquid run down her clit and possibly onto the bedsheets, Price was huffing and puffing due to the feeling of coming as well.

He pulled out and he watched the cum quickly squirt out of her, he licked his lips and grabbed a rag to help clean her up.

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Price had started a bath for Y/n. She was currently in it washing herself as Price stripped the bed and put clean sheets on it and had sweatpants hanging low on his waist showing off his Calvin Klein boxers.

He fixed the pillows and went to the bathroom with some clean clothes for Y/n. She looked up at him with tired eyes and saw him drop an oversized t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers on the sinks counter.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked down at her.

"How's the bath?"

"Good, I love this feeling," she said, bring her hand out of the water and watching the water droplets fall back into the tub.

"I'm glad..." he said, cupping her face. "Tomorrow...would you like me to show you around, my property?"

"That'll be great, thank you," she said with a soft smile on her face.

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Y/n came into the bedroom and fell on one side of the bed and cuddled up to Price's chest, she grabbed her phone and wanted to play dirty like her 'best friend' did with her.

She got on Price's stomach, he was confused and placed his hands on the side of her thighs.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Just...a little payback for what my 'friend' did to me, by getting together with my ex. I'm going to show I'm not bothered by it and show you off...I'm not gonna show your face, I'm just going to make them feel jealous that I moved on and they can't hurt me," she said with a smirk on her face.

She took a photo of her sitting on her stomach showing off his toned body, his hands on her thighs and her left hand placed on his stomach.

She took several others, one where she leaned against his chest and showed a bit of his face, but she put a blue heart emoji over his face.

She posted them to her social media and within an instant people were liking it and some people, she did still keep in touch with where wandering who this guy was with Y/n.

"She's mad," Y/n evilly giggled at her 'friend' commenting.

Best_friend132: *Girl, you've only been there for a day and you're already screwing someone*

Y/n rolled her eyes and tossed her phone to the nightstand and looked at Price with a smile on her face. She cuddled to his side and Price placed his hand on her waist as he read his book and Y/n could look at the pages with him.

"What even is this?"

"It's called 'Ace' it's about this Mafia couple who hate each other but in the long run fall in love with each other," she sat up stunned that Price, would read romance books, he doesn't even look like he would even read books. If he did it would be a hunter magazine.

"You read romance novels?"

"Yeah, some are interesting, but I usually read adventures, thrillers and humor, really. But some romance books are good."

"Never expected you to read romance novels," she giggles at him.

"Yeah, I know. I try and keep this away from the guys, they'll never let it down." He said, shaking his head and putting his book down and hugged Y/n's waist before they both drifted off to sleep.

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5:00AM

Y/n woke up to the sound of a rooster doing his usual morning call, Price woke up as well with his face berried into the crook of her neck and gave her a slight kiss.

She moaned into him kissing her neck, she cupped the side of his head and she felt him rub his hardened dick against her.

"Price."

"Sorry, can't help it..." he said as Y/n placed her hand in his pants and started to help him out.

She moved her hand up and down, her thumb touched the tip of his dick, he gave out a very breathy groan.

"Fuck," he moans before leaking cum on her thumb. It was very quick, and he knows that, he wasn't embarrassed he finished fast, he just wanted to cum in Y/n's hand. It was just...amusing to him to cum inside her hand.

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7:46AM

Price had gotten ready for his farm work, Y/n sat on the porch waiting for Price, she looked up when she heard the screen door to the house slam shut.

"Come on, let me show you around."

"Okay," she stood up excitedly and followed Price around his farm like she was a lost puppy, which she was, she didn't know where everything was.

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[ros3ybabe]

Day 31: 90 Day Challenge 🎀

I completely skipped Saturday due to how bad of a day Saturday was for me. I had a couple of mini anxiety attacks, cried a lot, and still have no idea what triggered it for me. Yesterday tho was a much better day. I made sure of it.

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

ate semi intuitively, listened to my body's fullness and hunger ques a bit

chose a Dr pepper cream soda zero over a normal Dr pepper (healthy, tasty alternative)

ate high protien

bought some breakfast groceries

🧠 Mental Health

meditated

morning journal

❤️ Emotional Health

respected myself in a situation where I previously wouldn't have and felt good about it

📚 Intellectual Health

looked into different financial literacy podcasts and found one I liked (Martinis and you Money, on spotify)

🏘 Adulting

deep cleaned the entire kitchen

washed laundry + put it away right after

washed my comforter

cleaned my bathroom

cleaned my desk

filed my unemployment certification

zoom called my boyfriend

🥰 Self Love/Care

wrote my nightly health check in reflection

went to bed early as I've been having poor sleep lately

yesterday was an average but better day for me. today is going to be even better, I'll make sure of it. I'm going to the gym, going on a walk, making delicious healthy food, and gonna have a self care day! ohhh, if anyone can recommend some good girly movies or tv shows for a self care day?? anything not on Netflix as I won't have access to Netflix until later this week! I have Hulu, MAX, Prime, and I think Paramount as well? thanks girlies <3

til next time lovelies 🩷

[blackinperiodfilms]

The Supremes At Earl's All-You-Can-Eat | Official Trailer | Hulu

The Supremes At Earl's All-You-Can-Eat follows lifelong best friends Odette (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor), Barbara Jean (Sanaa Lathan), and Clarice (Uzo Aduba) known as “The Supremes”, who share the unbreakable bonds of sisterhood from decades of weathering life’s storms. Through the joys and sorrows of life, marriage and children, happiness and blues, love and loss, new shades of heartbreak and illness threaten to stir up the past when the trio sees their bond put to the test as they face their most challenging times yet.

Based on the 2013 New York Times best-selling novel by Edward Kelsey Moore. Film streaming only on Hulu August 23.

[madwomansapologist]

Carmy + come back be here

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Come Back... Be Here

Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Carmy Berzartto | #taylor swift writing challenge | AO3

synopsis: You spent months telling yourself "Don't get attached." But when the feeling sinks in you realize: you don't wanna miss Carmy Berzatto.

warnings: a bit of smut. then a lot of angst because... i guess i am to mood to...?

Colors shimmered on your closed lids. A groan was hushed by your left hand, you didn't want to make too much noise, while your right held him by the hair. You didn't guide him, you just needed support. The tongue sliding against your insides, the caloused hands that squeezed your thighs so hard that will leave marks on them, the way you could felt his gaze burning your skin.

"Look at me," Carmy stopped fucking you with his mouth. He bit your inner thighs, licking it after. Anything, maybe everything, made your womb throb. "I wanna see those pretty eyes."

Carmy wanted to look into your eyes, so he requested it. But he wanted to hear you, and he wouldn't waste the time he could spent between your legs with that. Carmy grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and dive back into you.

You squeezed his finger, moaning without fear or embarrassement, and Carmy squeezed back. He devoured you with his eyes like you were a delicacy of the gods. Carmy ate you, get drunk on you, and he held you.

Carmy only pulled away when you were too sensitive. It's been a few hours since you both started, none kept count. All anyone would be able to hear was you both trying to catch your breath, still absorted in pleasure and exhaustion.

The Carmy said it. In such a simple way. Like it was nothing. Right when you were just about to fall. "I'm going to New York tomorrow."

Your silence could be heard as indifference, you sure hope he understand it this way, but it wasn't. You silence was a reflection of your pain.

You got back into your clothes, grabbed your phone and got near his side of the bed. His? Even your thoughts were pathetic. Of course it was his, it was his bed, his home, his live. You bent down and kissed him goodbye. "Take care."

During all the way to the front door you imagined how you would reject Carmy if he asked you to stay. Stuck in the elevator, you repeated to yourself: don't get attached. But riding your car, moving further and further away from Carmy and all his bullshit, you let the feeling sinks in.

You already miss him.

All you want was to ask him to just be here. To finally give up on being so nonchalant. But for that you would need to come back. And to want him, to need him this way, was embarrassing enough.

Driving on those streets that wouldn't get him back to you, imagining when Carmy would come back, you almost didn't feel the vibration coming from your bag. But you noticed it, and with time to grab it and read the name shining on your screen.

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