#i am so fucking serious about this btw this is literally my hill that i live and will die on i've said that before but it bears repeating

[quarks-pussy]

I love being gay and listening to Where My Heart Will Take Me (also mistakenly known as 'Faith of the Heart')

#pride #lovewins #progress #hatersbackoff

[undercoverangell]

thinking about pok lives and goes on spring break au heres everything in my brain atm

Pok gets enough money working for the government to get a new house so they no longer live in an apartment and instead are in like a nice lil 2 bedroom 2 bathroom house and the bad kids come over freshman year bc riz is like "oh my dad should know something about these palimpsets i feel like he'd know about them" and he's not of much use but like. to give yall some perspective on how i imagine pok in this au he's like this goblin w huge scars covering him who is like?? kinda athletic?? and he is also still a spy and still goes on missions so when they first meet him hes in this fairly nice house in like a button up and cardigan w plaid pants and has his hair like tied back (bc i think he would grow it out) in a low ponytail drinking coffee. and they've never met Riz's dad but suddenly just everything about Riz makes sense this guy is his fucking dad?? and he works for the government as an accountant?? dude this guy is cool as hell wtf.

He's just very eloquently spoken and seems to know a lot about things accountants shouldn't care about (why did riz send us to his accountant dad to look at a palimpsest why would his dad know anything about this?) and so thus begins the convincing riz who knows what his dad does that his dad is in the mafia.

also doesnt help that they do have a thing in the gukgak household about bringing new people directly to the house bc obviously pok does have a bunch of like secret rooms and drawers in the home and so the very first thing he says around them is "Kid you know how i feel about strangers in the home" and riz just goes "yeah yeah sorry i know we can meet at Basrar's or something next time-" "okay well im assuming its an emergency or something important if you brought 5 people over that i've never even met so what's up?" and its immediately weird bc... wtf.. hi ig??

"dude like why is he so like ..... that. like?? dude hes not an accountant i know that at least." "guys my dad is just some dude who works in accounting hes not a member of the mafia" "the ball im so sorry your dad has been lying to you he is a member of the mafia. does your mom know?" "i dont know?? probably??" "poor woman..." "oh my god"

theyre all so confused as to why he is so casual not knowing that like since he was 13 riz has known his dad is a spy and does missions and stuff and everytime they see pok literally just getting a coffee they confront him immediately even if riz is there

"so mr.ball....whats in that coffee???"

"vanilla. some cream and milk."

"theres no mafia secrets????"

"no. i got it with two shots of espresso."

"....weird....."

"if you want me to buy you a coffee you can just ask like a normal person."

"i dont need your MAFIA COFFEE....."

"okay, the coffee here is really good though."

".....maybe i would like just a small coffee with two shots of vanilla."

**hands them 10 bucks** "go ahead."

obv pok cant just tell his sons friends he barely knows that hes a spy so he just continually insists that he "works for the department of foreign affairs as an accountant. i work in accounting kids. thats it." and they all get it HORRIBLY WRONG and are like "oh yeah kalvaxis rlly wanted to eat an accountant JUST SAY UR A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA AND GO KINDA SUSPICIOUS THATS UR WIFES A COP ARE U TRYING TO MANAGE THE POWER SYSTEM SO U CAN GET AWAY W UR CRIMES???" and he just straight up "....YEAH IM A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA! YEAH U GOT IT RIGHT. IM A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA." and riz finds it fucking hilarious bc as hes busting out laughing his dad is going "riz the mafia is serious business u know this idk why ur laughing about it : (" and the bad kids think theyve cracked the case!! theyve done it!! (they have not!)

pok and garthy know eachother very well bc pok has been sent on numerous missions to Leviathan and so there's like little hints as to what pok does "oh you're still working for the department of foreign affairs! you been moved out of accounting yet?" and the bad kids are like "garthy he works for the mafia. sorry we had to break it to you...." and garthy who knows for a fact pok is not in the mafia just goes "....oh?? the mafia?? that's new! i cant imagine the wife likes that very much!"

Pok and Riz have a little moment in Leviathan where they just sit and talk and Pok assures Riz that he's cool and his friends like him and that he wouldve kill to be as cool as riz is when he was his age. Riz falls asleep on Pok and his dad is just glad hes getting some rest. he also sees the tattoos and goes "if your mom asks you got those when i was asleep and i didnt know."

He absolutely hates fallinel but hes been there on so many missions he is just used to high elves and their bs. "Ah.... Pook GikGuk..." "Mhmm. you got it right buddy." While there he just constantly looks so done with just about everything bc he has seen this place so many times there is like no "ooo new place!" value in it is literally just "yep. high elves and their high elven shit." he tells riz if he ever becomes a spy (which he definitely would btw i will die on the secret agent riz hill) to just. get used to this bc he is going to have to deal with this a lot.

In the nightmare forest he finally is like "guys im not apart of the mafia im a spy. i dont work in accounting lol u think my wife would marry some fucking accountant when shes as cool as she is??" and they're like "???? but... u admitted... u were in the mafia.. why would u lie..." "im a spy i literally lie for a living also i barely knew you guys except when you would come over to our house sometimes and stare at me suspiciously while I scrolled through twitter on my laptop" "MAYBE U WERE LOOKING AT UR MAFIA MEMBERS TWITTER" "WHY ON EARTH WOULD MAFIA MEMBERS HAVE TWITTER" "I DONT KNOW?? THEY WANNA LOOK AT MEMES!"

everything for this au is under the "pok lives au" tag bc i have. so many ideas. i am more than willing to take drawing ideas for this please ask me about this au (srs)

[spookyheaad]

Tesoro/Stella art & more headcanon talk (it’s more serious this time):

Trigger warning for mentions of self harm, PTSD, depression, suicide, and visuals of bodily scars

Just got my final covid shot today so you know what that means!!! Time to share more Tesoro/Stella art that I’ve been making, because I wanna interact with the three other Tesoro fans out there; help me take my mind off of this shit ass anxiety.

Headcanons will be peppered throughout, I’ll try to organize it as best as I can, I’m very anxious rn.

Just finished this the other day; more concepts for later chapters of the Tesoro/Stella fic. Also just - Tesoro with the buzzcut/dad hat/very casual combo is deeply special to me.

(((BTW you can click the images for higher quality)))

I AM GOING TO DIE ON THIS HILL RIGHT NOW: Gild Tesoro should have SCARS on his body after being enslaved, as should Stella. This is Tesoro’s one and only design flaw. I know it fits with his character to be this perfect, flawless god, but it’s not realistic to what he has gone through, so I give him scars.

I also do that because I personally feel that Tesoro & Stella can only be gentle towards each other; like - extremely gentle; “I’m afraid if I touch you too hard, you’ll crumble into dust between my fingers” kind of gentle. They are deeply afraid of hurting one another.

I like to compare their love for one another to penguins. Some penguin species have one special mate that they stay with for life; and Tesoro & Stella’s relationship & what it could have been somehow radiates that feeling to me. I think in canon, Tesoro would have tried to have a real connection with another woman like he did with Stella, but it all falls flat; doesn’t feel the same. That’s also why I think he had his three pool girls around (and they all somehow looked like Stella, or mirrored some of her physical traits/characteristics. Bitch this is so fucking sad). It says on the OP wiki that the three pool girls were there to give him affection, so of course he would want them to remind him of Stella in some way (😞).

In terms of mental illness, Tesoro obviously has PTSD. But I also think he has severe clinical depression with aspects of psychosis; this causes his god-complex like delusions of grandeur where he thinks that he’s a god and holds power over others. I was doing some research, severe depression can cause transient hallucinations and delusions, so seeing things, hearing things that all aren’t there, and delusions, as I stated above.

Stella also suffers from nearly the same things (PTSD & Depression), minus the psychosis aspect to her depression. The difference between the both of them is that Stella got help, learned to manage her symptoms, and take care of herself. Tesoro did not, so he’s been stuck in a cycle of self destructive and violent behavior (The Tesoro/Stella fic details this, and also depicts Tesoro finally being able to change and get help).

One thing that I’m very adamant about in regards to my depiction of Tesoro & Stella’s relationship is that this is not an “I can fix you!!” Type of ordeal, and I’m not romanticizing their struggles because “uwu it’s cute” or some crap like that. I take this fic somewhat seriously because mental illness doesn’t magically go away once you fall in love; it doesn’t really go away in general (that may vary on severity of the mental illness and other factors as well), I’ve personally learned to manage my mental illness, and that’s what a lot of others have to do as well. One reason why I love my “if Stella survived” AU is because they would literally be so supportive of one another’s struggles, and would be patient and unbelievably caring. Tesoro is’t trying to fix Stella & Stella isn’t trying to fix Tesoro. They’re just trying to move on; to make it to the next day, they’re growing and managing on their own, with each other by their side to support them when they need it. It’s once again a massive comfort for me, to have two characters that are in love, manage their mental struggles, learn from one another, and be supportive & stick with them if they’re having it rough.

Went on a bit of a rant there, but basically my depiction of Tesoro/Stella is mutually loving, and they genuinely care about each other’s well being. There’s none of that “I can fix them!!” shit, and I try to depict them struggling with mental illness in a very real way instead of the “I’m sad and depressed” *meets someone* “I am no longer sad, my depression is magically gone”. That stuff I take seriously, especially as someone who deals with a debilitating mental illness as well as depression. It ain’t cute, it ain’t fun.

I’ll just go over this headcanon very briefly, but I do think that they both have issues with self harm; Tesoro more than Stella because as I said earlier she was able to get help and manage her symptoms. Both have also dealt with suicidal ideation. I don’t want to go into too much detail because I know it’s a very sensitive thing, but because of the severe trauma they go through, I would see these things being prevalent (especially when you keep in mind that many escaped world noble slaves end up taking their lives).

That’s all I really have for now, I’m gonna go relax for a bit, probably make more Tesoro/Stella fanart because my dad took the day off tomorrow so I can rest.

[norgestan]

crisana, norandro, jorgeva and amira x dani

ha, anon just wanted all the canon couples. fair enough!

CRISANA:

see, skam s3 is my favorite season of all time, but it has never been because of the love story. isak's story hits in a lot of sensitive places for me, and isak was also the first main character i encountered that was my age. i have a really special connection to him for that reason. on the other hand... i enjoy evak for what it is, but i never saw a future for their relationship after the season ended. in a lot of ways, isak's season ended just as their relationship started, a trope that i've never liked because how am i supposed to think that they will last? how am i supposed to know how they will work as a couple? it's just, ugh.

i had similar thoughts about crisana when i watched s2, except that the love confession scene and cris as a character made it even harder to get into the couple. moreover, the way people brush other characters' roles and presence on other seasons because they're so caught up on cris and joana is like... blegh. like it makes me forget that they're actually a well-written couple at times. because imo, og they never did anything really interesting with evak once they got together. but eskam........ oh, dear eskam.

there's something so beautiful about thinking of all the girls, the teenagers that will grow up watching a relationship like theirs on popular media. their entire subplot (??? can i even call it that) in s4 is proof of how GREAT of a relationship they turned out to be. like, i just wanna SCREAM thinking about it because, how is it possible that eskam saw evak and said "we're gonna make this SO good and we'll take our time and then tie it up in an incredibly satisfying and emotional way" and then did exactly that!!!!!! the way they respect each other, communicate, genuinely try to get to each other without dumb miscommunication. the way they understand each other and lift each other up! the way joana knew how to recognize cris' intelligence when everyone was telling her she's dumb, the way cris knows how to make joana feel worth it and show her affection in such a selfless, loving way. their last scene on joana's pov in s4 was the first time i cried during that season, just because it was all wrapped up so beautifully. because eskam understood that although the appeal of their relationship comes from the soulmate status of every evak couple, they had to also put in serious work to make it all work and they also managed to get that across with grounded drama, and also a hopeful message for people struggling with mental disorders. like AAAAAAAAAAAAA god what a great couple they are. maybe i'm too much of an eskam bootlicker but they're genuinely the best evak there is. i'll die on this hill. i'm so happy young wlw get to watch them as a guideline of what they should expect of a relationship.

NORANDRO: already done :)

JORGEVA:

i mean... it's eskam's fault, without a doubt. i love what eskam did with them in s1: the change of pacing, the way they created jorge, the little story changes to make it more nuanced, i think come together in a pretty satisfying way to show a teenage romance with no real support to last for more than a while. i don’t think eskam fully got the gist of what jonas was supposed to be, but it’s for the better if we think of the message in season 1. for that reason, jorge is like the one jonas who i really wouldn’t mind coming back to his eva. so why don’t i like them?

the answer is simply that i don’t enjoy their trope and i don’t think eskam made a real case of eva and jorge getting back together. they work well as friends, sure, and it’s clear as day that jorge still has feelings for eva, sure. but like, what tells me that they’re just ready to go all in again? eva goes through a really great arc and i would definitely agree she’s in a good place to be in a relationship again, but we know NOTHING about jorge’s journey. he’s just, silently pining on eva and that’s it. i do think it’s sweet and the hints of their lost romance throughout the show are wholesome, but there’s just nothing more to it. jorge and eva work AMAZINGLY as friends! i don’t see why they should push a romantic endgame for them. in my head, eva kissing jorge at that party was just a mesh of the excitement of a new era, the nostalgia of ending highschool, the high of being on this place with someone she really cares about, stuff like that, but it just ends there, and it’s great that way. nothing about eva’s character really led to her aching to be in a relationship again, and for me it feels right to end things with her being single and surrounded by great friends.

MAYBE if eskam had devoted some time showing us their progress and romantic potential instead of trying to convince us that kasim was a real, compelling character. maybe. lol.

DAMIRA:

(god, i don’t know how long this will be LOL)

i have. so many thought about this fucking pairing. let’s see what we can do LOL. the thing about damira is that i don’t think it’s a pairing that eskam had in mind when they laid out the first two seasons. the little hints of a friendship/childhood crush that happened during cris’ season really got the fandom and they quickly became the most popular non-canon ship in the show, so that’s where i think eskam said “okay, let’s run with this”. but it’s just...... meh. like i can tell that relationships like crisana were carefully crafted (well implemented in nora’s season, greatly wrapped up in amira’s season) but i cannot say the same for dani and amira. it’s almost like virihugo, where they just started giving each other Eyes on the middle of season 3, out of NOWHERE. it just feels forced to me and so i never really felt anything for the couple in question... like, for starters, i think nora and miquel were WAY more shippable than those two, strictly talking about their setup.

if you ever saw any of my posts during s4 then you should know how i actually feel about how they developed their romance (check my anti damira tag for more?) and i don’t wanna go through all those specific points again... but damira is not only an infuriating romance, but also a bad pairing in a narrative setting. like, damira clearly exists to answer amira’s questions about how would the future of a romance with a white guy would be, right? does she get an answer? no she fucking doesn’t, their final clip is like “after all these weeks, we still have no idea so we’re gonna cut things short, go back to our initial dynamic, and wait to see if amira any of us change our minds <3″. so like, even in that sense damira is a HUGE waste of time, and just like everything that happens to amira during her season it has no lasting impacts on her character or her settings.

and personally, i love couples where they’re both equal, and communicate at last, and both make great efforts to change so the relationship can flourish. this is why i offer so much praise to norandro and crisana, where in the first couple both character go through tremendous character growth and work through their problems individually before getting together, and in the second couple they show them clashing and fighting just to display their resolutions and show how willing they are to actually talk to each other and keep their relationship stable. dani and amira, on the other hand.... blegh. eskam wants me to think dani is a knight in shining armor for liking amira but that’s all he ever does. he doesn’t defend her in front of his friends, he doesn’t make efforts to get to know her and her world, he doesn’t communicate his real feelings to her, and the one time he did he humiliated her in public. like, idk, like, even MIQUEL explicitly defended nora when his roommates berated her for not drinking alcohol LOL.

at the end of the day the problem with damira is that it completely misses the point of yousana and its target audience. making yousef a white guy is not necessarily a bad choice if you implement it well (which eskam didn’t do btw), but you have to take into account that sana’s season exists to make a primarily white christian-raised audience relate and stand up for the muslim characters in the show. when the lazier partner of the main couple who makes zero efforts to work on the relationship happens to be white, it just means people will be sympathetic of him, and nor amira - and that’s exactly what happened in the show. people either thought amira was being too harsh by laying conditions for dani before they even began dating and making sure he respected her boundaries, or just wanted all the drama to go away soon so amira could kiss dani by the end of the season. so like, yeah. terrible stuff.

i would’ve liked damira’s impact on the season and amira’s journey a lot more if it had been about a one sided childhood crush from amira’s part. i thought their friendship was charming up to s3, and i simply hate that dani is literally in no way an older brother figure for the girl squad, since it’s a dynamic that’s lacking in the show and it would be a nice way to make dani be some sort of non-creepy eskild for the girl squad (but noooo, his only interactions w the gs are hooking up with eva and dating amira. smh). it would’ve been fun to have amira intimately dealing with those feelings just to learn a lesson by the end of it, at the time that she also falls for her muslim love interest - which is actually the isak/jonas/even dynamic when you think about it, also something that eskam didn’t really do with cris’ season. but also, all of this would mean that eskam had to do the good writing thing for s4, which they kinda forgot to do throughout the entirety of the season so, yeah.

[slightlyaggressiveaffirmations]

Can I get some affirmation on my writing / writing skills? Sometimes I don't think that they're the best. I think i'm getting better, but when I see others work, that thought quickly goes away. I feel as though I won't ever be as good as them. (I write fanfics btw. I have tons of fun writing them. I also roleplay at times.)

I can 195 612% do this!!! I used to teach creative writing, so prepare for my #1 most awesome excellent professional important opinion:

LITERALLY FUCKING NO ONE IS A BAD WRITER!!!

First of all, it’s like me and the Talent Tiger say about everything - frond, you ain’t getting worse at that shit by practicing. No one ever did more of something and got worse at it in the process.

But also, writing is about putting your voice down onto the page. The nearest anyone comes to bad writing is trying to use a voice that isn’t their own and failing at it, but this is “writing badly” not “being a bad writer”. Putting your voice onto a page, once you understand that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, is not something you CAN do badly, because... it’s you. You can’t do you wrong.

Yeah, there are ways you can improve as a writer, and the more you do of it, the better you are going to get. Reading more, getting more feedback from others (and genuinely recieving constructive criticism and acting on it) and experimenting more are all things you can do to make you a better writer, too. But I can absolutely assure you that you are never ever starting out from a place of badness.

While you might see other writers’ work and think you’ll never be as good as them, the truth is you will never write their stuff as well as them. But they can’t write like you do either. And there’ll be stuff they can learn from you and vice versa.

Now, some HOT TIPS (which don’t apply exclusively to writing, either)

1. Read back over your old stuff. I LOVE doing this. I will sometimes (every few years) read something I wrote when I was 15 (I am 34). A lot of people say they could never do this, it’s too cringey. But when I see my old stuff, I can say “Oh wow. This is bad. I can do so much better now. And if I could improve between then and now, I will keep on improving.” It makes you see that you have progressed, and shows you that you are not stuck stagnant in one place - you’re evolving all the time. Also, sometimes you’ll find something and you’ll think “Oh. That’s actually quite good!” It might be a single line of dialogue, or a clever piece of foreshadowing (or if you’re an artist, maybe the way you did the left hand). And then you think “Oh, I was only how old when I did this? Wow, I had a little talent, look at that!” And that makes you think, oh, maybe I am cut out for this after all.

2. Work to identify and improve what you’re bad at. It took me forever to discover how shit I was at descriptive writing, because teachers and adults always gave me positive feedback: “I love your characters”, “You write such mature dialogue”. Yeah, but my description was either non-existent or very vague. I had to be older before people could see I was serious and start being helpful about where I was weak. Even then I had to DEMAND they tell me. Now I know, and I have worked my butt off at writing good description.

(Slightly relevant: When I found out about aphantasia, that thing where you cannot form mental pictures, my whole writing style made a lot more sense, because I have it. I need an image for literally everything I want to describe and work off that - I didn’t know the value of description in books, because I had no idea most people use them to actually picture the scene in their minds.)

I go through my drafts and identify where a description should go. When someone reads my drafts and tells me something needs description, I take that but also, just for example, my friend commented on a draft that she was surprised because she was picturing a bigger dog and I’d suddenly explained the dog was very small - OK. Time to take that comment and make sure to describe that dog earlier on. Always be working to compensate and improve that weak spot.

Which brings me to:

3. Constructive Criticism. Very important. People will tell you a lot about how you have to learn to take constructive criticism and recognise it for what it is and be mature and so forth, so you don’t need that from me. But in terms of confidence as a writer - it’s also important to recognise when criticism is NOT being constructive. As a fanfic writer, you’re going to see a troll from time to time! Anyone who is rude, aggressive, cruel, etc is NOT being constructive. You don’t have to take that criticism on board. You don’t have to listen to that. That’s not helpful and it’s not intended to be, even if they pretend like it is. Even if you feel like there’s a little bit of truth to what they say! Someone might comment on my work that I’m a dumb bitch who doesn’t know how the fuck to write description and needs to give up forever - just because they’ve picked up that description is my weak point, doesn’t make it constructive. I’m not going to listen to the “give up forever” or “dumb bitch” part - one tru(ish) part doesn’t make the bullying legitimate!

4. Is it fun or is it work? Think very carefully. If writing is what you want for a career, than maybe you need to work super hard on being the absolute best you can possibly be. If you want to be published or famous, or even just see a few extra coins out of it than you should be taking that seriously. But if you’re just writing fanfic for some fun and you don’t really have any intention of ever pursuing writing in a serious way? Fuck it. Have fun with it! You don’t need to be as good as whoever you’re admiring. There’s no limit on how many fanfics can be published, so you’re not trying to win anything and there’s no standard you have to reach (as if fiction had any objective standards anyway). So, you can just have fun and write what you want and if you’re not as good as you could be, that doesn’t matter. Maybe you’re just telling a story some people on the internet are enjoying. That’s fucking awesome, even if it isn’t the best story ever written! Or you could choose to make it the best story ever written, also. If fun for you is being your absolute best! My point is not to let it become UN-fun because you’re worried about how “good” the writing is.

Oh.

And.

FANFIC IS REAL FUCKING WRITING!!! PEOPLE WHO WRITE FANFIC AND NOTHING ELSE ARE REAL WRITERS AND I’LL FUCKING DIE ON THAT HILL!!! A REAL WRITER IS SOMEONE WHO WRITES WORDS FOR PEOPLE TO READ, FUCKING FIGHT ME, I WILL GO!!!

Good luck and happy writing!

- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

[discarnateohio]

Okay, it took me a while to review the hours of video the team has of our Waverly Hills investigation and then isolate these clips for you. This was such a bizarre thing and even I, as the team skeptic who doesn't really buy into dowsing rods or psychic abilities, am so puzzled!

In addition to our own team members, two friends, Sara and Dustin - from an associate team that mine collaborates with - joined us on our trip. They're from NE Ohio, too, and I'm the noob on my team but my other team members know them well and vouch for them. I can tell you this: as much as they wanted stuff to happen, they were level-headed and great about not jumping to conclusions and did debunk all of noises and shadows they heard and saw throughout the investigation even though they were hoping they were paranormal. At one point Sara was even casually talking about how shitty it is when people fake stuff. I know people can be convincing liars but they seemed honest and legit to me. Just want to put that out there.

So...Sara, Dustin, and my team's leader Mark were on the ground floor in the area of what's known as "the vault" - not sure where that is, exactly, because I never got around to exploring that section - where a female patient was found dead after being locked in it and forgotten about for three days. This was after Waverly had become Woodhaven Geriatric Center, which was so rife with patient abuse the state closed it down in 1980.

They were somewhere outside the vault doing a dowsing session. I'm not believer in dowsing rods, pendulums, etc., but what happened was pretty damn strange.

When they first entered the area all three of them heard what seemed to be a male voice. They checked around and no one else was in the area. They couldn't say it was paranormal but they couldn't debunk it. So they moved on from that and started their dowsing session.

It got strange. These clips are the relevant portion of the session. Dustin is the one holding the dowsing rods. I've added subtitles to some of the speech that is less audible so you don't have to use headphones.

Clip One:

Clip Two:

This is where it gets REALLY freaky! It was almost time to pack up for the night and leave, so they called it a night and came back to HQ. Our hostess for the night, building caretaker Melanie, was there chatting with some of us and telling stories of employees' personal experiences and stuff, so Sara asked her, "Have you ever heard anything about a female patient who had her tongue cut out?"

You guys - you should have seen Melanie's face! She literally went,

She just stared for a few seconds and then she said, "I DO know about that! Why???"

So it turns out they do know of a story of that happening! (Not the same woman who died in the vault, btw; she was just the reason they happened to be in there dowsing in the first place.)

Mark, Dustin, and Sara were all like, "Hold up - WHAT??? No! Are you fucking serious right now???" They proceeded to tell all of us what had just happened and Melanie was honestly freaked out. She said it's not something they've told people about since their historian hasn't confirmed it yet and no other visitors or investigators have ever mentioned it before. I've been searching for weeks and can't find anything about it at all online. So how weird is that?? HOW DID DUSTIN KNOW? I'm baffled at this point.

[lifecftheparty]

━ ☾ ✧･ﾟ “ he was full of light, in whom is no darkness at all”

  ʻ   /   let  me  introduce  you  to  a  prized  member  of  our  environmental club     ,   FAZIL IMANI .  this   CISMALE CANCER   has  been  a  student  at  our  institution for   4 MONTHS  and  is  currently  a  21  year  old   JUNIOR.   through  the  halls ,   he/him  has/have   always  reminded  me  of  aria shahghasemi   ,   but  there  is  always  more  than  meets  the  eye ,   like  the  fact  that  he sells his dad’s pharmaceuticals to fund his own drug addiction .  coral  cape  has  made  their  future  just  as  bright  as  their  smile ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ      (   muse 15 ,  aubrie ,  19,  pst,  she/her   )

↪  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕗𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚 

BASICS:

nicknames: fazi

pronouns: he/him

age & dob: july 14, 1998 ( 21 )

origin: carnegie hill, new york

nationality: american

ethnicity: iranian

fluent in: english, persian & a bit of arabic

occupation: drug dealer freelance artist

height: 5′11

sexual orientation: ???

major: biology & art

clubs: environmental club

↪  *:✧ background

trigger warning ! drugs, drug abuse, car accident, death

IMANI PHARMACEUTICALS  ━ a name you MIGHT recognize from the side of your zoloft bottle. from benzodiazepines to amphetamines, they specialized in at all -- A GREAT EMPIRE, built off of other’s sorrows and fazil was happily perched next to the throne. a family portrait, four heads adorning a thin-lipped line -- not a smile in sight. and just by glance, you could tell the family meant business. a serious group, all doctors, all their own achievements; a glistening image of PERFECTION, if not for the taint they liked to call FAZIL.

he didn’t mean to be a fuck-up, but alas, his body was completed with error and corrupted by bad decisions. THE FIRST BEING  ━     his art. an adorable skill, at first. though, like a flower, it started to blossom into more than a childish hobby, and that was when they tried to uproot it from the ground. oh, how his family DESPISED his art ; oh, how fazil despised his FAMILY -- it was a mutual passage of hate. really, painting was the only thing he had ever felt ambition for, otherwise a foreign feeling to the sullied son. he could care less about doctorate programs, but it was the path he was set on since birth -- a forced burden he could NEVER get rid of.

he lived to reject everything his family represented; the happy-go-lucky, irresponsible, reckless boy mirrored the solemn and dignified imani clan. taking to extremes to separate himself from those around him, he dived head first into the deep end. he began to get involved with drugs -- and lots of them. cocaine, xanax, morphine, you name it   ━ all were party favors in the new york night life, those in which he was more than eager to dabble in. the feelings of euphoria that would shine down on him where storm clouds once reigned, the wide smile that would stretch across his face, and the body, that almost felt weightless. the highs they produced were those of which he could not experience on his own, and like a foolish wanderer, he followed them down a rabbit hole -- their effects so tantalizing even fazil could not resist. OF COURSE   ━  he could stop if he wanted, but what happens when the bleary-eyed teen refuses himself paradise? shivers, aches, pain so sickening it would spew from his mouth. no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t stay away. it held him in a choke-hold, ever-so slowly draining his life.

the result of making an already irresponsible boy forget the bounds of consequence? a totaled ferrari and a DEATH-- no, no, no, fazil wasn’t prepared for that. an unforeseen causality in the war with his family. god -- his family, how ENRAGED they were, his father noting that he had wished it was fazil that was the one lying lifeless on the ground. a plan had to be put into place, NOTHING could ruin this family’s image; not fazil, and definitely not a murder. a cover up was devised, could you be surprised? the imani’s were saturated with money, and with money, bought ignorance. and to save face, he was booted out to live with his brother in maine, and made to attend CAPE CORAL. nasty habits die hard though, and fazil’s fought back, refusing to lie dormant. no way could he be sober now, but how do you maintain your ever-growing addiction? WELL  ━   it’s crazy what a last name and a forged signature can get you. 

↪  *:✧ personality

on the outside fazil presents himself to be this happy-go-lucky, fun-loving guy. which, to an extent, he is. however especially since the accident he festers a LOT of shame, embarrassment, and remorse. he is so full of regret and it really does haunt him on how things went down. 

as said, he has a lot of shame. not only for the accident, but also his addiction and how bad it is. he would absolutely hate anyone finding out about either of those, and would probably get really aggro with whoever did. especially if said person tried to take his drugs away or something of that nature?? would not be a happy camper. 

speaking of, he cannot go without his drugs, and will literally do anything to obtain a high.

while he tries to reject his family, it does hurt him that he cannot appease them, insecure about the fact he really doesn’t live up to the family name.

on a happier note -- loves, loves, LOVES painting. really is one of the only positive things in his life, will gush on about it for days. if he shows you his art, he’d lowkey be so anxious for approval ( though he wouldn’t admit it ).

plant dad™ loves plants and the earth. if he sees you liter he WILL pummel you.

total flirt, has commitment issues and doesn’t realize it. kind of a fuck-boy but isn’t so brazen about...which is kind of worse? 

in general, he’s a pretty laid back guy, doesn’t care too much about status. but really what you see is what you get, he will not let anyone past the front he puts on! 

↪  *:✧ wanted connections

i want to say, first off, i am REALLY up for anything. pls feel free to throw any ideas my way i am sure we can work something out <3

best friend !! : someone that he just connects with more than everyone!! while he wouldn’t disclose much about his past, he’d probably let them in on more than he does with everyone else. and i mean lets be honest...there will be a point they find something out. imagine the angst....

someone he fools around with : i mean...im sorry he really is a fuckboy. he doesn’t mean to be though!! i think it’d be interesting to have someone he has a strong flirtationship with or something a little more ifyaknowwhatimsayin. i think it’d be cool for it eventually reach an unrequited love type of thing..whether that’s on his part or your muse. unless you just wanna keep it like they both kinda know what it is..and they’re both okay with leaving it like that. really up for whatever!

frenemies : yOU ALREADY KNOW!! the banter!!! the bickering!!! the annoying the hell out of each other!!! I WANT IT ALL

deep romantic connection : aka someone that really makes him tap into his feelings/emotions. really tests him as a person, and forces him to just really care?? this would be a slow burn thing but again....imagine the angst....

someone who knows/finds out about his secrets : this can tie into plots and doesn’t have to be just it’s own standalone ( if that makes sense ). but i think i’d really like someone just eventually figuring it out and kinda being like fazi ???  what are you doing ?? now this can come at an angle of concern OR maybe your character finds out somehow and hangs it over his head. I would also like to note that fazi came into the school randomly, showed up in the middle of the school year like nothing, and when asked about it he has a bullshit excuse. so mayhaps someone tries to really look into it and pesters him about it. and it makes him turn into the panic emoji 

customer : someone he sells drugs to, which btw! would only be over the counter meds his father makes !! the harder drugs he buys himself for his own collection 

anyhoot, that’s all i could think of rn but i’m sure i’ll add more in the future! and like i said, i am open to ANYTHING. please please hmu <3

[ssaalexblake]

star wars spoilers

ros spoilers

move onnnn

like actual proper major spoilers and i’m making this intro long in case mobile decides to hate read mores today

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Anyway like, i am a Shallow sw viewer who isn’t actually likely to kick up a fuss abt what i didn’t like in any serious way even tho i got issues, But i wanna say what i really liked b/c?? there were moments in that movie with themes i Loved and i don’t wanna be negative nancy for this franchise because i am actually incapable of taking it seriously tbh no matter how wtf or wild it is and i just Gotta;

First of all. The entire franchise was worth Rey it for calling Leia Master. 

like, they added her in best as they could, which wasn’t fabulous but i can’t really say how they’d work their way around that tbh so i’m not gonna rag on abt the Leia plot But god they proper confirmed she was a Legit Jedi thank u V much.

Chewie!!! Got!!! his!!! medal!!!

they put porgs in the movie, it was my only request and i recieved. i am content. 

also the effects on old palps were Incredible and Creepy and!!! props to the vis effects teams

also s/o to the choreographer who planned out rey’s fighting style to look like gymnastic tumbles but with a murderous glow stick. love it.

idk what extended sw canon now says about force powers being able to heal But the old eu book shatterpoint is one of my faves and i loved the inclusion that Rey can just like. Heal. 

also lol i heard daisy ridley on the radio this morning and she was supposed to be requesting songs to air but didn’t know the names of them and i have Never related to anybody more than i did in that moment. 

look ok, that rey and kylie could literally fight each other when not in the same room was Really Cool ok

tho i would have Paid to have seen the pov of an outsider while they had lightsaber battles from miles away tbh b/c that would have been Wild

i had one Horrified moment where i thought the ‘rise of skywalker’ thing was a Pun about kylie dragging his ass up from that hole and u have No Idea how thankful i was @ the Rise sequence

also i, a massive mace windu fan, was Ecstatic his voice was present in the proceedings

which were A) tacky and B) Abdolutely my favourite thing ever. 

it’s a space opera ok i am allowed to Want to be here for the tacky heartwarming shit

‘is that the navy??!?!?!?!?@ ‘ no sir... it’s.. .People’ was one of the funniest yet heartwarming sequences in anything ever ngl

HORSE WARTHOGS

inexplicable lin manuel miranda cameo

rey’s temper explained due to the fact that she is related to... Vilanelle

and look ok, i Always hated the idea of Rey being related to the skywalkers and Any crap meta that she had to be family for it to Count properly. It was an insult to found family, any form of adoption etc etc and i am.. Actually very mollified by this familial turn of events lol. It has a certain symmetry. and sw is literally built on the idea that history repeats but... different. 

i was’t against rey being related to anybody, i just didn’t want her to be a skywalker because like... she was gonna Be a skywalker b/c legacy isn’t about blood, and uh... least i was right. i am naturally happy abt this. 

also when i watched tlj the first time i was CONVINCED at the end of the movie she’d raise luke’s x wing from the depths as yoda did for luke in esb, and was Super off put that i was wrong. I was not wrong just... my timing was off. luke rose the x wing for her. ur yoda now luke. deal with it. 

the other ex storm troopers who laid down their weapons!!! all of them!!! fin is not alone, they only have power by making you think you are alone!!! 

i Really loved that thematic thread btw

also richard e grant’s performance was actually kind of chilling

but i am glad that i can still happily say that every character in sw Is a total unmitigated idiot. All of them. Stupid. Idiot rights. Yes, this is a plus point. 

i also liked that it’s Kind of obvious hamill and ford picked up slack for what Would have been carrie’s scenes??? Like, it’s horrible she’s not there but they obviously care to do that in her stead. it’s sad but makes you smile. 

as much as i’m not a kyle fan and never will be, and as much as i am not a fan of the ship, i can’t say there there weren’t decent thematic threads around the rey and kylie plot. Her symbolically killing kylie in a fit of rage, actively actually rising to his bait, realising as luke did in the roj climax that she had let the dark side get the better of her But having the power to take that Back and heal him and Stop even after she’d done something. It’s like the originals but not. And so, kylo is dead and Solo walks again. Was this plot My thing? No. But i appreciate the symbolism of him being stabbed through the stomach like he did to Han, and i appreciate the contrast of her actions after doing that versus His after he did it. What a difference. 

i said this wasn’t a complaint post but u wanna know the worst part abt the movie??? how cheap the sith dagger looked. surely u can do better than that???

anyway, 3po’s red eyed when he translated the sith was hilarious tbh. 

also hilarious: sw’s response to hiring Another brown haired white lady was to Only show her eyes in a way that was Incredibly conspicuous and was therefore unintentionally hilarious. 

Finn is Explicitly force sensitive now and it’s over for y’all 

wedge!!!

like... the sith amphitheater???  with the ghosties of all sith past (i think??? my interpretation anyway) was Genuinely creepy??? 

this is a Bit of a side note, but Luke was Perfectly in tune with tlj luke??? Because tlj luke changed tune before the end of That movie when he gucci booted his astral ass to distract kylie, him Saying his fear was wrong was merely verbal confirmation of what was portrayed in tlj. really. That’s not them backing away from tlj, it’s afffirming it. 

i really loved that hux just got That death. I liked  that while he Was used for ridiculous comic relief, the narrative did not forget he was just straight up evil. 

L A N D O

that i all. that’s the point. just lando.

sheev palpatine’s late entry for Shittiest parent/paternal figure in the sw universe Was at the eleventh hour but by god did he give it his all to win the competition. 

things only relevant to cm fans: they killed kate callahan’s husband!!! :((((

critics are slamming them for like, hardly killing anybody but I for one am happy they didn’t go grimdark and just went. Fuck it, we’re gonna keep being bullheadedly optimistic and most everybody lives, deal with it.

s/o to that gay moment that lasted like 2 solid seconds but i’d have preferred it if she’d been like, making out w/ chewie tbh.

that hug!! the trio hug!! my ot3!!! that i am even more convinced would Properly work as an ot3, too btw. Poe spent the whole movie jealous finn is into Rey, while confused abt it b/c He’s also kinda into Rey in that han/leia Tension kinda way, but Finn is also into Poe but not in the Puppy way he is with Rey, in the ‘i am so in love w/ you i don’t realise it but i trust you with the world’ kinda thing and Rey also has the Tension thing w/ Poe and would do anything for Finn but she’s like... Busy. B/c like, unfortunate family reunions and the awkwardness of being a millennial Actually offered a decent job that your morals do not allow you to take and the crisis that leaves u with. 

anyway what i’m saying is the ot3 is Sailing in my head. look how it ended!!! Sailing. 

however, i would like it known that the lady at the end Should have heard the word skywalker and Run for the hills. missed a chance. 

But also Rey Did find that family of hers Maz told her she’d get ahead of her!!! i hate how many ppl say that was dropped or forgotten. like wtf??? what are finn and poe and chewie and bb8 and 3po and all the army of droids that love her and all the resistance that does too??? Luke and Leia??? y’all obsessed with blood when it comes to sw. She’s got her family. 

now i Could make a complaints post but i just... I’ll leave that to everybody else and their mothers for now bc they’d be better at it anyway. I liked This stuff. Except for that point about the dagger. that sucked. 

[srlkiller]

today was a lot. i had a 1on1 therapy thing that was supposed to be like an INTRO TO UR RECOVERY WOO!!! LETS GET UR MENTAL HEALTH IN CONTROL!!! But instead it turned into me having 4 panic attacks constantly crying while venting to a social worker in a room w no air con for 2 hours about ‘how my month has been’ and ‘why i haven’t been attending any of my group therapy?’ well sue sweetie.. u asked me…n boy did i give u the answer ur career as a social worker has been WAITING 4!! then i got my 1st covid shot & briefly spoke to my doctor who was rude asf so i was like ok today fucked. Centrelink also called me and told me wrong info which fucked me over. then i see my dad calling and im like OFC HE IS!!massive fight as per n he hangs up but then continues via text bc hes petty asf.

BUT not as petty as my mom bc that is literally how the fight started. bc of her. like this bitch omg. she purposely runs off to my dad and tells him every little thing i do ‘wrong’ bc she knows his temper and how afraid i am of him due to past events so she uses him to basically do her dirty work for her n ‘scare me’. like that’s how manipulative and fucked up she is in the head. she made up a whole ass lie and told my dad that i said to my mom the only reason i was trying to stay in contact with my dad was so that i remain in his will as like the sole beneficiary or whatever….. how sick and twisted must you be to lie to someone directly in their face about something so serious INVOLVING UR OWN CHILD that you share with that person????? i would NEVER! say that about my dad. EVER. this happened months ago btw. as soon as i spoke about it w my dad and i was like “what.. dad i would never say that you know i don’t give a fuck about money like that i don’t care about your will why would i even be thinking about your will?” he was like wait actually that’s fucked up ur right. It was actually HER who made that comment. she got my dad to go and fix fencing at my nans house for free (using him) n my dad mentioned he had a girlfriend. my mum came home & SAID TO ME “u better hurry up and get in ur dads good books now that he has a gf.. before she gets a hold of his will and u end up w nothing” and i simply told her that my dad would never take me off his will regardless so why say that to me. once she got exposed she backtracked and was like “oh it was just a joke” & both my dad and I were both saying that even as a joke how is that funny? how does your mind even start to think in that way? how is this funny to you? then she flips it. her scripts are so repetitive now that ive caught on that i can actually predict what she’s gonna say before she opens her mouth. she manipulates u into thinking ur reality isn’t correct.. saying things like “ omg ur over reacting lol ur so dramatic no wonder no one takes u seriously in life, grow up, i have no idea what ur going on about, have u taken ur medication for the day, have u lost it, are u high on something?” like what in the fuck?

i never once mentioned anything about anyones will.. when i was younger i made the mistake obviously of telling her that my dad was leaving me his house. when my nans will was getting exposed she became overly obsessed w wills in general and changed hers. im guessing behind my back she has actually taken me off now but i don’t want her dirty ass money which is stolen from my accounts anyway. my nan left all her grandchildren a large sum of money that was supposed to be equally split among us, its now been over a year since my nan passed & i noticed a group text come up on my moms phone from her sisters talking about what they did for their children with that money. one of them paid off their entire hex debt so it must be a substantial amount. i have not seen a cent which means she has taken it for herself, put it in her name and placed it into a secret account without my knowledge. if it’s as much $ as i believe it is, this could seriously help me move out and better my situation which she constantly tells me she wants me to get the fuck out ect. yet you are holding the key to the door in ur hand? that’s twisted and very sick. they fought for a year over my nans money and all i asked for was an old XXXX gold stubby holder that was my grandads bc it was very sentimental to me. instead, they chose to have a garage sale and sold all of my nans things and sold that stubby holder to a random person for 20 cents………. i was in shock when i found out.. and they laughed and were like get over it omg it’s just a stubby holder you can just buy another one. these people are so fucked up but they all made me feel like i was losing my mind my whole life. money isn’t shit without sentiment. i could have given you 20 cents if you need that shit so bad. im only attached partially to these evil ass roaches by some genetics but to me none of them are my family. not once have i ever felt cared for, loved, accepted, safe or happy in their presence. i am only ever wanted when they can gain something from me. that is not family. my grandad was big on family n my nan and my grandad are the only two people i claim as family from my moms side. my nans two blind siblings who i admired & adored + a few of my grandads siblings were the only ones who actually showed interest in getting to know me & didn’t look down on me in any way. i was never considered ‘less than’ or not good enough yet i was the family disappointment to my mom and her sisters. but they have never seen her like i see her. the way she acts in front of family is not the person i know. she’s very good at acting. the way she pretends to be a ‘mother’ in front of her own family is actually scary. she’s like the ultimate con artist except she’s too fucking dumb to actually scam people and get rich off of her ability to manipulate whoever she wants. what a shame ur not intelligent.. that sure must suck huh. my nan gave me that maternal love i never had from my mother and my grandad was always that man who held us all together as a unit. when he got sick everything changed and started to go down hill. they had to give up their entire property, his big beautiful garden and vegetables he was really passionate about, the horses and land ect. my nan planted a rose bush and it grew big and blossomed big red roses and she said this is for you, my little rachel rose 🌹 🥺 she said she wanted to take the whole ass bush w her and replant it 😂 but my grandad was like we are not taking a fucking huge ass rose bush w thorns in the car w us Gloria.. i only remembered this today during that therapy session and i hyperventilated so bad n just started crying.. bc i couldn’t believe my brain had blocked that memory for so long just to recover it now that she’s no longer here to share it with.

i can feel the love my dad has for me even when he’s temperamental.. you can see it in his face and his eyes. when i look at my mom i try desperately to find some sort of just fucking anything and… i see nothing. i can tell that she doesn’t feel anything. but she does for other children. just not me. so i know she isn’t a heartless bitch and is capable of emotions of all sorts.. but anything to do with me it’s almost like im invisible or she cannot see fault in her self. she cannot in any way accept anything she has ever done, she has never said the words ‘I’m sorry’ for anything ever in life involving me, she has stood by (literally stood and watched) while her own sisters verbally abused me as a minor calling me out my name AND one even texted my best friend at the time who was about 14 saying that i was a bitch. meaning my mom gave my aunt my friends number to text that message.. my friends mom was livid about this bc what grown ass woman texts a random 14 year old girl paragraphs of shit like that swearing at them and saying that their friend is a rude ungrateful bitch. her mom reacted as a mother should. as i would love my mother to stick up for me just once in life.. u kno.. ever? i still remember my first SUI attempt at like 16 after being abused and this person told me they were leaving and coming back so i had about a 10 min window of time and i panicked as any 16 young girl home alone would.. i called my mom for help bc ur parents are supposed to protect you. her wording was “well what did u do to make him hit you?” “you know that you deserved that”. i was in disbelief that she would react like that.. she was talking so calmly while i was crying hysterically having a panic attack telling her this man was coming back in 10 mins asking her to please help me.. and all she could say was.. “you probably deserved it”. ive never been the same since then tbh. im not blessed enough to be a parent yet, i may never be.. but i know for a fucking FACT that i would NEVER say any of the shit that she says to me to ANY child let alone MY OWN?!?

you had me at 36 years old. you had time to think about this and evaluate whether you thought you would be able to care for a child and make a good parent. If you “didn’t want to deal with me” then you had other options.. you could have sent me to foster care, you could have adopted me out, you could aborted me, shidddd you could have mf swallowed me bitch let’s be real. no, you chose to have a child. there’s no 18 year contract.. she loves to play that card. “UR AN ADULT NOW”, what about me makes me an adult, my age makes me an adult to you? yet you’ve kept me so childlike, so codependent & haven’t taught me basic life skills despite me asking to learn. like im deadass watching YouTube videos to teach myself basic ass life skills… that is sad as fuck. when im 48… guess what??? i am still your child and unfortunately for me!! you are STILL my parent. there’s no changing that bc you made that choice. you can’t just b like yeah i change my mind nvm i want to return it…… like that is really her attitude. i was born with a lot of health issues that have escalated a lot and only continue to get worse with age both mental and physical. guess what tho… if ur child is born with defects u don’t get to just b like omg ew i don’t want it now this one’s too difficult. like trust me.. if i was one of those lil sperm rn i am not about to fertilise u for NOTHING if this is the consequence I’d rather jus keep on swimming lmao.

[eleactric]

More than This-Stiles Stilinski (/Theo Raeken) {Part 17}

[click here for part 1-16 / masterlist]

A/N: This chapter is really fluffy and was fun to write :) There is one chapter left and after that i think it’s time for the Epilogue...*sigh* i’ll miss this :( But until then, enjoy the rest of the story! (Btw, Theo WILL appear again before this story ends, don’t worry, i’ll do my baby justice)

*warnings* cursing, that’s all i think? maybe typos lol

I woke up what felt like twenty minutes later to loud rumbling coming from downstairs. My head was resting on a warm pillow that smelled oddly familiar, even though I was at Scott’s house. Suddenly said pillow started to move and a low groan send vibrations to where I was laying. When I slowly opened my eyes and became fully conscious, I remembered the events that took place last night and realized that the pillow was in fact the chest of Stiles, who had just woken up too.

A part of me feared that now, that he’s probably sober, he might regret the things he said and done yesterday, and that he felt uncomfortable with me in a bed together.

That fear quickly vanished when he raised his hand to wipe the hair out of my face that had fallen out of the messy bun I made the previous night, his smile bright but his eyes still sleepy. ,,G’morning.” He mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I smiled back at him, absently playing with his soft brown hair.

Our moment of peace was destroyed when the rumbling got louder and we could make out the voice of Scott’s mom Melissa, who had just come home.

From what I had heard she was freaking out about why the hallway was so wet, and why Scott and Kira were asleep on the couch and not in his room.

,,Oh shit, come on sleepyhead, we should help him out.” I demanded, lightly pushing him out of the bed, which earned me an annoyed groan.

We awkwardly walked down the stairs and into the living room, where Scott and Kira sat on the couch uncomfortably, hair messy from just waking up.

Melissa looked at us, then back at Scott and back at us again, scanning us from head to toe.

,,And why in the hell are you all wearing Scott’s clothes?”

,,Melissa, don’t worry it’s not like we hosted and orgy here or something.” Stiles tapped her lightly on the shoulder, pure shock on her face.

Scott glared at him, shaking his head frantically to signalize him to stop talking.

,,Stiles is just joking! We were…taking a walk yesterday evening and it started raining like crazy so Scott invited us in and gave us dry clothes. Then we watched some movies and these two fell asleep before me and Stiles did, we didn’t want to drive home so late so we slept here.” I was quite satisfied with my explanation even though Melissa didn’t seem to believe me completely.

,,Well, as long as you didn’t break anything.” She said and we all tensed up.

,,Yeah, alright. I’m going to go change and you can all…leave.” Melissa said, a forced smile on her face while she walked upstairs.

,,You think she believed us?” Stiles asked, which earned him a neck slap from Scott.

 Scott’s mom was taking a shower in the bathroom and I had just finished up getting dressed in Scott’s bedroom. Since my clothes hadn’t dried up yet, I was forced to wear his clothes until I got home. A light knock on the door and I turned around, allowing whoever the person was to come in.

Stiles, still in Scott’s clothes, like me, came in, a shy smile across his face.

,,Hey, Kira told me she wanted to spend the day with Scott so I offered that I could drive you home instead of her, I mean, if it’s okay for you?” he questioned, running a hand through his messy hair.

I smiled, liking the idea of spending some extra time with him. For some reason last night stirred something inside of me, like it brought us closer together. I mean the sleeping part, because the whole other love confession thing, was something I tried my best to ignore. There was this fear I had that it was all because of the alcohol and his vulnerable state, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

,,Sure, sounds good. I’m just grabbing my phone and my keys and I’m ready to go.” I said a little too excited, but he didn’t seemed to notice. And if he did, he didn’t mind, because the grin on his face was just as wide as mine.

,,Awesome. I’m waiting outside, could take a while to start the jeep anyways.”

And with that he was out the door, running down the stairs with loud feet, to which I laughed to myself.

Luckily it was a sunny day, so I didn’t have to steal a warmer jacket from Scott or something. Grabbing my phone as well as my keys and shoving them in the pockets of my – or his – sweatpants, I went to go into the living room to say goodbye to Scott and Kira.

We hugged each other tightly and I promised Scott I would wash his clothes and give them back to him as soon as possible, but he said I didn’t need to rush it. Kira asked me to give her a call later so we could have a chat, and I told her I wouldn’t forget it.

When I walked out of the door I could already hear the sound of the motor and I saw Stiles sitting in the jeep, a victorious look on his face because he got it started.

I quickly got into the passenger seat, putting my seatbelt on immediately, due to my obsession with responsible driving.

,,Ready?” he turned to smile at me and I nodded. ,,Sure am.”

After a while I noticed Stiles had taken a different route than normal, and I was sure we passed my street already.

,,Uhm, didn’t we have to turn left at that corner?” I questioned, turning my head around to the little rusty street sign.

,,If I would want to drive you home, yeah.” He kept his gaze on the road, a devilish smirk on his face.

,,Stiles, cut the serial killer act, I’m starting to think you want to kidnap me.”

My voice was serious, but that didn’t wipe the amused expression of his face.

,,Well to be fair, I am kind of kidnapping you, just not for serial killer purposes.” He chuckled and I sighed in annoyance.

,,Stilinski, stop playing. Where the hell are you taking me?”

He turned his head to look at me, which made me nervous even though we were stopping at a red light.

,,(y/n), look outside. When was the last time it was this sunny and beautiful outside?” (yes, I’m aware BH is supposed to be in California)

,,Elaborate.” I simply said, looking at him suspiciously.

He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes because I obviously didn’t get the point.

,,Let me rephrase that, when was the last time you’ve been to the beach?”

Excitement instantly filled me at the thought of bare feet walking over hot sand, warmed by the sun, the smell of salty water filling my nose as the silent roar of the waves sounds like music to my ears, like my favorite song. My face lit up and I placed a hand on his thigh, turning to him.

,,Stiles Stilinski, are you saying you’re driving me to the beach right now?” When his smile grew and he winked at me, I couldn’t help a high pitched squeal followed by loud laughter.

I rolled down the window on my side of the jeep and my hair, all messy, flew around my head because of the wind. But I didn’t care, enjoying the feeling of the warm breeze on my skin way too much.

We listened to our favorite songs on the four hour long drive ( Beacon Hill is like…not close to the beach ok), playing them as loud as the speakers of Stiles’ old jeep allowed, singing along and making complete fools of ourselves. We stopped at a gas station twice, Stiles filled up the jeep while I went to the toilet and bought us some snacks.

After a while I glanced to my right, an indication of blue water seen in the distance and I knew that we were close.

Once we found a parking spot, I jumped out so fast I almost tripped. Just before I reached the sand, I pulled off my shoes and socks, and then ran straight to the water.

The beach was long and clean, luckily not filled with many people which was rare, especially on a sunny day like this. The sight in front of me was drop dead gorgeous. Sun hitting the water, making it sparkle like tiny little starts dancing across the waves. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the sea. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.

I started running and spinning along the beach, dancing like an idiot were the waves hit the sand.

Turning around I saw Stiles sitting in the sand, chuckling to himself while watching my little show.

I used my hands to from an ‘o’ in front of my mouth and yelled in his direction.

,,Why don’t you move your lazy ass and join me?”

He threw his head back, and although I couldn’t hear it, I could see that he was full out laughing, a warmness suddenly building around my heart at the sight of his happiness.

Stiles finally got up and made his way to me, pulling off his shirt while doing so. I was so focused on his with sweat glistening, well build body, that I missed his arms reaching out to quite literally swoop me off my feet. He had picked me up bridal-style in an instant, running in the water. I squealed and screamed, punching his chest, begging him to put me down. The last thing I remember him saying was ,,As you wish.”, before he released me and I flopped into the icy cold water.

As much as I loved the smell and the sound of the ocean, the taste was something I did not found pleasing at all. When I got up I started coughing, the water filling my mouth and my nose, salt and sea weed on my tongue making me gag. Stiles however, still standing in ankle-deep water, was hunched over, his hand grabbing his stomach while he laughed so hard I thought his lungs might burst.

,,Ha ha ha” I mimicked his laugh, grimacing silly ,,Very fucking funny. You do realize that you’re completely wet too now right?”  I pointed out, motioning to his damp pants.

His laugh died down, a slight grin replacing it as he eyed me, his gaze wandering all over my body.

,,Can’t say I’m complaining.” He flirted, while I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was now see through and tightly clinging to my body, especially my breast.

I used his moment of weakness to my advantage, practically body slamming him into the water that was only a few inches deep, but still enough to completely soak him.

We spent the rest of the day at the beach, lying on an old bench together so our clothes could dry up. It would have been quite relaxing, if for one, we had another bench so his elbow wouldn’t have pressed inside my rib the whole time and he would stop complaining about my legs being above his, and if the parents that had built themselves a freaking camp next to us, would have raised their three children, because these brats would not fucking stop kicking sand at us.

When it was about five, we decided it would be best to head back to the jeep, since the drive home would take a few hours.

 ,,All I’m saying is, without her dragons, she wouldn’t be a fan favorite character!”

I groaned in frustration, this discussion was exhausting as shit. I had recently started watching Game of Thrones, currently started with season 5. Stiles, who had started watching it too, asked me about my favorite characters. When the first one I named was Daenerys, he rolled his eyes. Ever since then, we could not stop arguing about this.

,,What are you EVEN TALKING ABOUT Stiles. She is a fan favorite because people like seeing strong, leading women. And because she has a heart okay?” I defended her, not letting anyone bash a character I was enthusiastic about.

He gripped at his hair, his eyes squinting. ,,(y/n), this is GAME OF THRONES were talking about here, who cares about someone haven a good heart?!” ,,I DO!”

,,OKAY!” he yelled, leaving me stunned. After moments of silence, we broke out in laughter.

,,We’re ridiculous.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief about our silly argument.

It was already dark outside, the colorful lights of the shops and the headlights lighting up the street, a few stars gracing the sky.

,,You’re ridiculous.” He mumbled, trying to provoke me. I was about to comeback, when I saw a sign a little ahead of us, an idea popping to my mind.

,,Don’t turn here. Drive that way!”  I pointed to said sign, grabbing his wrist to stop him from turning right.

,,(y/n) why the hell…” his eyes found my target and he looked at me in the ‘are you kidding’ kind of way. ,,Splashy Swim Center ? Are you serious?”

I nodded eagerly ,,Why not?”

,,Uhm, maybe because we’ve just been to the beach and took a nice cold bath with our clothes on.. in the freaking ocean?”

,,Stiles pleeeeease.” I pouted ,,I always wanted to sneak into a public pool in the middle of the night.”

When a car honked behind us, Stiles sighed and drove in the direction of the Swim Center, as I sat back in the seat proudly.

It didn’t take long to find a parking spot, since the Swim Center was closed and nobody was allowed in there right know. I dragged Stiles behind me as I began to check the place out, searching for the best way to sneak in. I had always seen it in movies or read it in books, two people breaking into a public pool at night and having it completely to themselves.

,,This is going to be easy as hell. We just have to climb the fence. It’s not guarded or anything, and I can’t spot any security cameras either.” I rested my hands upon my hips, looking at the fence in front of me.

,,This is going to get us in jail.” Stiles moaned, rubbing his hands across his face.

Hopefully not.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Sit down and listen up if you want to hear a cute story.

Okay so I need to vent emotions so. Imma tell u a story. Saturday morning my bf called me up and he wanted to go sledding. Well I was still in bed and 45 minutes away. Bc I was visiting my parents’ house…and I was so bummed. Like. Very bummed out. But he called me the next day and I mentioned that hey. I am totally bummed out about that. I wanted to go! And he told me well yeah we can still do that some other day, right? And he promised to come see me after I got off work which was at 10pm(and look, this guy is a bit younger than me and is still in school and he has school the next day + he works after school). And I was thrilled about that all by itself. Well when 10pm came around it was pitch black outside, icey af and he walked BTW but he was like fuck it let’s go sledding. I like that shit so I was like wth let’s go. So. We walked four blocks to the sledding hill arm in arm talking about useless stuff. I was v busy thinking about how much I like him and being v insecure. Meanwhile he was literally being the sweetest sweetheart and being helpful and gentlemanly and trying to relax me. At some point we were just sitting on top of the hill and I was reciting some poetry I wrote, it very sad and angsty poetry, too shy to keep eye contact. I guess he snuck one arm around my waist at some point, and intertwined his fingers with mine, and we we’re sitting on the sled so our bottoms wouldn’t get wet with snow. And just when I thought I was slaughtering the mood with my elegantly depressing poetry, he said, “I really want to kiss you right now. ” I don’t really remember my reply to that. Maybe I laughed a little. Bc I wasn’t 100% positive he was serious. “Well I don’t want you to scream ‘rape’ and run away. ” “Nah. "And I chuckled a little bit. He’s good at making me laugh. The one moment his one arm left my waist and the other left mine, was pretty lonely. But he lifted my face and kissed me tenderly. It was the very definition of tenderness. He kissed my lips repeatedly, kissed my cheek, forehead, nuzzled my face, kissed my lips again. "Too much?” “Nah.” He laughed. And kissed my forhead again. He let me rest my head on his chest and wrapped his arms around me. And I kid you not… I have never felt more warm, safe, and loved. Never. And that was my first kiss. Don’t let the media convince you that first kisses are all hot and sexy. Cuz damn, they almost had me. The hour and a half was over too soon tbh. And he had to go home and get some sleep. He walked me home, hand in mine, keeping me close so I wouldn’t fall(lol). He forgot to give me my glasses back. He took them for me so they wouldn’t break. How am I gonna see tomorrow?

[bamboozle-floozle-shiznit]

First of all:

It’s interesting, this life we live. Isn’t it? Its like a movie and you’re the main character and no one gives you a script, but you feel like everyone else is reading from one and you need to improvise lines to deal with them. Here’s the mindfuck: they’re also the main character to themselves and believe they’re improvising as they go along.

“What’s my point?” I hear you say

My point is no one really knows what they’re doing here!

Most of us are just moving along, making it up as we go. Few of us have our lives planned out and even then life hits them HARD. I learnt a lot while in University, and maybe if I was a more active blogger at the time I’d have built a decent following and made use of that to push some ideas I’ve had laying dormant. No regrets though. Making a mountain out of a mole hill was my middle name in my teens. I was almost always planning, paranoid and anxious about something. I had a good way of hiding it: Preoccupying myself with other people’s problems and having a smoke or a drink with my guys in the evenings. It was very effective, numbing the anxiety and my worries but didn’t take them away. Sometimes it added more but on most days I just sat back, relaxed and enjoyed my time with people who were like me.

Now that I’m through with my philosophical musings:

WELCOME TO THE B-SIDE OF CRAB: THE DOUBLE LP by TOSAN

Hey guys! I promised a double post this weekend right? Here it is. I hope you’re happy. Bother. I deserve an accolade, blogging is a bitch to do, I love it but still.

So this post will have two topics in it:

My NYSC Experience

A life lesson I wish to share for my readers

The two will be interwoven because they’re relevant to each other, but it will be obvious when I am talking about one over the other.

In my final year of University I was extremely pressured to make it to a 2:1. In the previous post I told y’all I got out with a 3.56 but didn’t tell you how. It was a long push from my 300 level when I realized if I kept slacking I’d finish “badly”. So, I went hard and studied and was so anxious that I’d fail but I ended up getting to it. It felt really good because people knew I was on a 3.49 all the way to the end of my first semester of 400. I was on a 3.49 for a year!

It was after my finals that I got to 3.56 and it felt really good. The congratulations, the look on my mom’s face, my statement of result was lit so if I had to go for job interviews I’d look good.

I remember how hard I worked and how scared I was. I should’ve realized that all I needed to really do was work hard, pray and live life, be happy. I stressed till I graduated. I can’t even remember some things because of it.

Fast forward to NYSC registration and all that. I got the second batch, low-key I was stressing the registration because of placement and I wanted to serve quickly and keep it moving but it didn’t go the way I wanted because I didn’t get the first batch. I was sad but it ended up for good because I was able to graduate, celebrate my birthday and buy materials and learn from others mistakes because I went with the second batch. Also I was able to pick my certificate in peace. Some of my mates don’t have it yet cause they’re in other states. See why you shouldn’t stress?

Camp was quite the experience. I was at Lagos camp, some of you will hiss and say just Iyana Ipaja, it was sha still camp and if you don’t think it was worth it because it was close, that’s your cuppa tea.

So let’s develop a system before I start narrating the experience. I’ll divide it into weeks so I can summaries and I remember that I promised we won’t have a repeat of my month recap in the previous post.

You know what, fuck that. Take it how I type it.

So my first week was interesting. I was still trying to get used to it all. The bugle, the meals, the morning parade and all. I was in boarding school for my Junior Secondary Years so it was not that hard.

This was a typical day at camp, NOT ACCURATE, just a loose replication

4:45 : Morning Parade

7am: Breakfast

9am: Lectures

12:30: SAED

2PM: LUNCH

4PM: Man O War/Drills

6:30PM: Dinner

8:30pm: Socials (or for some of us Mami Flexing)

10:30PM: Lights out

So, as you can see it was a regimented life. Except Sundays.

Ordinary first day o, I got to the gate and this gate man saw matches abi was it lighter and was disturbing my life about if I smoke, telling me he will not do anything, bla bla me I was looking at him like

I acted all innocent. In the end he let me go.

God. Registration. REGISTRATION.

SEE, THIS LIFE, OBSERVE YOUR SURROUNDINGS.

Over 1000 smelly Nigerians gathered at the door of a hall and we were all tired. I had no idea I could’ve waited till the next day. Took it so seriously, put it on my head like a hawker and stayed there for hours. It wasn’t that bad though. I got in pretty early and registered did it all. I got Platoon 1.

Wait. I need to do this:

PLATOON1!!!! ACTION!!!!!

PLATOON WAAAAANNN!!!! ACTION!!!!

Okay I’m done.

So I got Platoon 1. S/O to Aunty Chioma, Poppin lady. She was awesome. We were the best platoon btw, I’m not hyping, we had the most 1sts and had the Overall best Corp member. Our Platoon leader Mr. Maleghemi Joseph aka Mr. Macho aka RJ aka baddest rapper, and inspirational leader.

After getting my platoon, I went in to get a room. See that my room ehn, we started very well but then I started to have issues with some of them because they made me welfare officer and some guy was being difficult. I digress. I went back to finish registration after getting settled in my room and got my kit . Please if your father works at NYSC, slap him for me, if it’s the two parents, slap them and then slap yourself. These people made us fill our sizes in the online registration and then we got there and almost everyone got random sizes. I was actually lucky and I got a goo jacket and crested vest. The rest were OP: OFF POINT.

I took the kit and chose not to slim them in camp because I wasn’t going to get bled dry just to look good, I found a way to look presentable for the Swearing in Ceremony.

The days went by and I applied for OBS. For those who don’t know, OBS is Orientation Broadcasting Service, the coordinators were from an older batch. S/O to Femi, Yetunde, TTuoyo, Ifeanyi and DJ Fingaz! I was advised to join OBS by my brother who was also in OBS and loved it. So I went for the interview and turns out I was good enough, they even made me Head of Editorial, that is the part of OBS that handles announcements and programmes. The engineering side handles Sound and Setup for Programmes. I was happy, not knowing that was the beginning of my problems in camp. 😦

Some fun activities I engaged in include:

Man o War Obstacle Course

Drilling (Marching Drills)

Drama (Qualifiers)

Dance (1st)

Talent hunt (3rd)

Kitchen duty (yeah, it was fun somehow)

OBS duties.

Other activities included:

Football (disqualified 😂)

Table tennis(QF)

Volleyball(1st)

Miss Petite (3rd)

Big, bold and Beautiful (Qualifiers)

SAED presentation ( 1st)

Lions den(3rd)

Debate (Quarter finals)

Cooking competition (2nd)

I engaged in some more than others and some “took my blood. Man O War literally got me slightly injured when I went the second time. (I went twice don’t ask how) I didn’t engage in drills past the first week because it clashed with other things I was doing. Dance I didn’t engage in fully, just some rehearsals. I did engage fully in drama but we didn’t get past the first stage. No regrets though it was fun. Our drama was about a village with Lassa fever and two corp members who came to the village to start a health center and a stubborn dibia (my humble self) who wouldn’t accommodate them. He ended up getting the disease too and was treated..

BUT

  We were robbed of the second round in that play. It’s my blog let me vent. A young nigga like me, I wrote the script, and my lovely friend and someone who I admire from the depths of my heart, Faith, was stage manager and director. S/O to Ekene, Precious, Tobi, Uche, Jennifer, Vicky, , Make-up, Emmanuel, Stage hands, The guards, Extras,David (Director also but he was always busy drumming for dancers) and anyone I forgot.

We were the second platoon to present a play and the drama was spread across three days. We got the loudest applause for our day and even had to do an impromptu closing that we didn’t plan for and the crowd LOVED IT. So how, you ask, did we not qualify. Turns out on the final day another God forsaken platoon , platoon 9, did the same thing but executed it better. When we watched the second round, I wondered how some of the other platoons with a horrible play qualified over us. Some said it was because they forgot us since no one from our day qualified. Uh, Bullshit. Whatever. I still hold a grudge against them. I lost my voice over that play.

Dance group was amazing. They were first position. I’m glad I was able to famz their rehearsals and be on the group chat.

We also won Mr. Macho thanks to Joseph.

For the talent hunt i was reluctant to audition but Faith egged me on and when I did the judges said I gave the best performance of the day.

I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga

Unfortunately, i couldn’t replicate it in the finals.

  How? Well, we were third in the Talent Hunt, also thanks to Joe and I performed but apparently my mic wasn’t working I was told. Dunno why the judges didn’t stop me and tell me.

We were first in volleyball, that was for babes.

OBS was crazy. It was fun but we didn’t take advantage of our opportunities to be remembered because we were all not serious. I even chased one dead guy from the thing sef. I fell sick from the stress at a point.

We also had a camp carnival and a special night when Small Doctor, KENNYBLAQ, Ruggedman, 9ice and ahost of other scame through.

OOO, Tobi Bakre from Big Brother came and most of the girls lost their shit:

Some girls were like:

  One weirdo in particular did this

HAHA YOU THOUGHT.

The food was… Food. I ate it sometimes but mostly patronized Mami.

All in all it was quite the experience

Tips for prospective corp members

Carry money at least 20k

Make friends but good with everyone

Try to enter your room first when they’re allocating so you can pick a good spot.

Don’t charge you phone at Mami if you can help it. People’s panels got destroyed because so many phone were charging.

Use the laundry if you can’t wash. There’s never really time. Laundry’s cheap.

Balance the days you eat at Mami.

Befriend your platoon inspectors.

Be active in camp, it’s a stepping stone to success.

Over rules

Come a day early or a day late. Not on the main day.

Carry your credentials. All of them. Especially certificate and statement of result and an ID card

Join an SDG group.

Don’t dodge morning parade if you can, Information is  passed and Man O War chants are really fun

Be humble, do not engage soldiers when they order you because they’re just following orders. They will miss you when you are gone.

Take a leadership role in camp at least once. It builds character and patience

Carry a Sweater, preferably white, for Cold days and Shades for Hot days

One fulfilling moment in camp was when I was recognized by the Camp commandant. We had a bad start because he came to chase us from rehearsals when it was coinciding with drill and I threw a fit. He saw it and was pissed and I legit stared him down till my platoon mates pushed my head to look down as a sign of submission. Then I apologized. In the final night of camp I came to drop asun and drinks for my OBS colleagues assigned to the staff party, he called me and reminded me of the altercation and said I changed his mind about me because I was really active for my platoon all over camp and he also saw me Emceeing the Camp Carnival. I was blushing like a fool because he is known to be very difficult. His nickname is delete because he chased a couple corp members from camp, yeah, he de-camped them and so he threatened others with the term. His favourite quote “I will delete you!” .

The man ended up being most popular camp official. See why you should not fuck with anyone, just be a badass and people will love you. This was me

It felt good to be recognized and I learnt that people are always watching and admiring from afar when you do good or bad, you end up building a reputation for something. So don’t look for recognition just enjoy when it comes to you and do good in any endeavor you’re in.

Now to the life lessons I learned

Don’t take yourself too seriously: in camp I fell sick because I was stressed by someof the activities I was involved in. OBS was tasking because of a certain man who keppt threateningly us cause we were pretty lazy tbh and I’m ashamed about that. I took things on my head and rarely asked for help

Ask for help: people around you are ready to do things if you ask nielg. Even as a leader delegate wok and remind them that you trust them and need them. Don’t boss them around. It’s hard to remember in the eat of the moment of.but if you do you’ll make a great leader

Challenge yourself and Do it: if you feel like doing anything, do it. Don’t be shy or scared because fear is an illusion. Even if it is something you have never done, challenge yourself. If you feel nervous tell yourself you’re excited and your body is gearing up to shock the world. It works!

Have a support system: every other day I’d go to Mami with pals and drink and gist. Having a support system to take care of you when you’re stressed and need to vent helps you get over things. I appreciate my friends I made in camp and they’re all headed for greatness.

Be disciplined: I watched my friend Joseph in camp and noticed that the he was highly disciplined. Probably from his man o War days. Admired that. He was also platoon leader ad when he became most outstanding corp member. I was screaming in elation because he desred it.

Celebrate yourself and others: I know I said I had a grudge with the drama thing but really it’s no biggie. Learn to celebrate others victories and also be kind to yourself when. You lose. I learnt that from Faith who I told I’m always hard on myself that it won’t do me any good. I learnt to take it easy and always be kind to myself. So I’m leaving that with y’all!

DANCE: God I danced well in that case. Dancing is a joyous activity. You don’t need to know all the latest steps just have fun at the party. Or even if it’s not a party, play some music and dance. Take someone else along to dance with you, especially if you are the shy type. You’ll be happier for it

Ignore naysayers and Don’t be a naysayer: Ignore people who tell you you can’t do it. In the words of Kanye West. “Any pessimist I don’t talk to them, plus I ain’t have no phone in my apartment. ” Also don’t be a naysayer. Be a cheerleader!

Be grateful: gratitude goes a long way. Be grateful to God, to your neighbour, to the air, and everything around. When you can remember to just say thank you to think air. It sounds like some mystic weird zen shit but it works either way

Everything works out for good: While trying to crate this post I typed on my phone and my laptop but I did not have the full draft on PC, so when I got to work this evening, I did not see the full draft. I tried to connect my phone to the work Wi-Fi and it was misbehaving. I panicked a bit but in the end  I called the neighboring hotel that is under the company and got it reset and voila! Do not sweat the small stuff, the extra time I got helped me refine the post for your reading pleasure and  I got an idea I will share at the bottom of the post!

So, that’s that!

Here are some pictures from camp!

      Sometimes I will do reviews of the songs of the week courtesy Wax Poetic. I will also do movie reviews and opinion polls.

Next week’s topic will be about the candidates running for the office of President. I will do an expose on them. Also, its payday! Yaay, so i will be doing my first giveaway. So check in on my next post next weekend!

If you want me to review your album or track or want me to do something on this blog or a collaboration with you, hit me up here. I won’t review my upcoming project because it’s unethical.

See y’all next week

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BYE

CRAB: THE B SIDE First of all: It's interesting, this life we live. Isn't it? Its like a movie and you're the main character and no one gives you a script, but you feel like everyone else is reading from one and you need to improvise lines to deal with them.