#i might be less lazy and disgusting soon but.

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

in my lazy & disgusting era

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 27

what's playing: I'm Not in Love by 10cc

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4k

IMPORTANT a/n: Can you tell I'm out of a 5 month long depressive episode? LOL. Feeling motivative and creative. See you soon. Ask me questions!

December 1989

“So you don’t want to have sex anymore?” 

You pull your skirt up your legs, zipping it and spinning it back in place. You shoot a glance over your shoulder at the man nude on his headboard-less bed with a face of disgust. “No. I’m okay with having sex, I’m just like not looking to make you breakfast and prance around your living room in your shirts or whatever.” You shrug, pulling on your blouse and tiptoeing to your kitten heels. 

He scoffs, “That's what all women say, they usually mean the complete opposite. I’m not stupid Andrea.” 

You giggle, “I am not all women. I’m just not interested in a relationship, we both made that clear when we started fucking.” Back in October when he placed his large hand on the open belly of your cowgirl costume and it was the right amount of warmth at the right time. Your co-worker Jaya shot you a thumbs up from across the club and you stumbled out onto the brisk streets of Soho. “You never seemed to be interested in me being your girlfriend until this conversation.”

Christian stands to his feet, nude and you’re getting that clarity you get after having sex with a man that isn’t–well. You scurry towards your discarded coat on his lazy boy. You have got to stop fucking men in finance, their homes are like poorly decorated castles. Maybe he does need a damn girlfriend. “You fucking city girls and your backwards ways of thinking. You’ll never have the life you want with this attitude.”

You shoot him a glance and cackle loudly. “Please, I lived in Texas most of my life there is no city girl in me. I am just a girl who knows what she wants, you’ll find us anywhere you go.” You sling your purse over your shoulder, you know your toes are going to freeze off on your way to the subway. You’re not fully acclimated to the bitter cold of New York City yet but you make it work.

You made the move abruptly after learning they were cutting the pay of non-tenured teachers fifteen percent. The second you found out your colleague Jaya Sandros was taking a recertification exam to teach in New York City, you packed up your birds and made the big move. Of course your mother cried on the phone asking if it was her coldness that made you seek the cold elsewhere but truthfully it had nothing to do with her. You were nearly over being angry with your mother, you knew that she was only growing older and you might die if you continued to be so angry and sad all the time. 

You also knew that the decision to move to New Orleans was a Javier-adjacent decision which is what you called those things these days. A decision made because it reminded you of him. And although you weren't truly over him you decided that it was time to strip yourselves of things that reminded you of the past. 

When the cold approached you the very first time just a month ago you sat on your couch with your birds in tears. You wanted to call him so badly this thanksgiving. You wanted to tell him that you forgive him, that you aren’t angry anymore, that you understand the betrayal he’s gone through. Thank god for your therapist. You knew he probably won't be celebrating Thanksgiving in Colombia but you hoped he ate something good, you hoped he wasn’t alone like you were. 

Although you weren’t as alone as you were in New Orleans.

Life was more vibrant in New York. You had a solid group of friends, a night life, a work life and a sex life. You smiled nearly everyday, hosted wine nights and got your nails done. 

“You don’t know what you want Andrea. You told me the second time we had sex that this is your fourth state in 6 years!”

You look at him once more and fight the urge to laugh again. “Bye Chris. Lose my number.” You say as you slam the door behind you and wobble down the steps of his brownstone. 

“So you broke up?” Jaya leans over the break room table with her Best Teacher Ever mug. She taught Chemistry three periods a day, Environmental twice and tutored earth science on the weekends. 

“I guess? I mean he was never my boyfriend. The sex was mediocre but you know I got what I wanted. When did men become such softies?” 

Jaya giggles, “The eighties are coming to an end. Maybe we’ve got to start dating older.” The two of you laugh and clink your mugs. Forty more minutes of peace before your ninth grade US History course, those kids were rowdy. 

“Maybe, ugh– he did that thing when he ate me out. Like he’d look up at me and be like, is this good? Just ew.” You cringe, shaking your head. Jaya does just the same. 

“Like god we’re pushing thirty, if you have to ask me if your head is good just kill me.” She places her mug down and reaches in her bag for another packet of sugar. You shoot her a glance, and she flips you off. She might be the biggest sugar addict you know. Every night out ends with her dragging you to the twenty-four hour bakery around the block from your house. “My ex was absolutely terrible at it. He was thirty. My boyfriend now though… It’s like he was put on this earth for it.”

You nod and you can't help it. “Javier was the same. Amazing at it, and he’d never complain. Unfortunately he was good at everything, sometimes I’d be like, Who the fuck taught you all of this. Then I’d get jealous because it was all from years of practice. Stupid.” Eyes glancing at your lap. Even if he’s over you and is okay with never seeing you again, you would pathetically still ask for just one more night. Jaya knew all the details, in some ways she was your best friend–well, she is your best friend. You spend every weekend together if she isn’t taking the metro-north to see her short-distance boyfriend who lives in Yonkers. She understands and doesn’t make you feel bad when you talk about him because she does just the same. Her shitty ex boyfriend Henry Donovan was the topic of discussion all the time. You couldn’t believe she stayed with that freak for seven years. Fuck it, you lean over in a whisper. “One night like 3 months ago, I was so horny I almost called him. Like just wanted to call and be like, hey, I know we left on the worst terms ever but let me hear your voice so I can touch myself. I was that desperate.” 

Jaya’s eyes widened and her grin grew ear to ear. The two of you had gotten so close nearly no dirty confession was off the table. “That's so hot. Do you think he’d do it?” 

You smirk, “Yeah probably. I mean I don’t think he would be able to resist. Even if he moved on or whatever-”

“He hasn’t but continued. No man would be able to.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not like some sex goddess-” Jaya makes a loud buzzer noise. “But! He worshiped me, in more ways than one so…” You voice fades and your head goes to that place that makes your stomach pit and ruins your day. When you realize he isn’t waiting for you, when you realize he’s so far. When you realize how deeply he was hurt by Lorraine. How his decision to never see you again hurt you. “Yeah, it was always good.”

Jaya allowed for some silence. Nodding and sipping her coffee. “Well, maybe it was so good because you two loved each other so much. Randy and I tried anal last month and it was great! He was so caring and gentle and-”

“What!?” Your eyes popped and Jaya waved a hand in your face. 

“Oh please don’t act like you’ve never tried it. Hearing your sex stories with Javier–”

“Lower your voice, I mean once he ate me–”

“See!” She whisper yelled. “All young modern metropolitan women try anal.” 

Your face turned bright red and your face dropped to your hands in a giggle.

Summer 1986

When Javier left your room the next morning you decided you needed a break from being yourself. You sat at the headboard of your bed and attempted to console yourself the way you did as a child. You missed him already, missed the way he held your head when you were sad. You even rubbed the bee earrings in your ear a few times, cried more and shut your eyes. 

You have to go away. Be alone, move somewhere far. You wouldn’t be able to bear encountering him in town once in a while, you couldn’t. Despite the sadistic mentality you’ve developed with your own mind and body, you couldn’t do that.

 It was 3 pm when you finally left your room. Eyes swollen from the tears you let out once he snuck away. You make your presence known with dragging feet. Your baby sister in her play pen, gnawing at her fist with puff snacks. Your mother was at her designated chair at the counter. Taking notes in her blue little financing book, preformative glasses low on her bridge. She takes one look at you and tenses with a frown. You see it then, in her eyes. Her urge to ask you a question you don’t want to answer. You decided that maybe you should never speak to anyone ever again.

 “Why did Javier leave your room this morning?” She places her pen down with a click. You don’t feel the stomach turning anxiety you would have once felt at a question like this. None of it mattered anymore. So you shrugged and opened the fridge.

“Javier was my boyfriend. We broke up last night.” You deadpan, silencing the room. There goes your big moment. All the hiding and whispers, maybe this was the only way to tell her. You served yourself a bowl of cereal. You look back at your mother and her lips were drawn in a small line, her eyes concerned. 

“But he’s getting married to Lorraine…”

You almost want to laugh, of course. “So you knew, nice.” You open the cabinet taking a spoon and pull out the stool with a tug of your socked foot, sitting across from her.

“I-Mrs. Smithfield called me with the news yesterday, she asked if she could use the things I bought for Frankies wedding. Did Javier cheat on you–?”

Spoon swirling the milk turned pink. You really couldn’t believe you were having this conversation. You couldnt believe your mother was planning your ex-boyfriend's wedding. You can’t believe it's over. You couldn’t believe you were cried out. You never want to see him again, you couldn't do that to yourself. “No. She’s apparently been pregnant since before we started dating so… I don’t really want to explain myself any more. I’m going to take some time alone for a while. I’ll be moving out by the way, so don’t worry about that anymore.”

Your mother frowned, “You know, I didn’t really mean it when I asked you to leave. I was just so angry with the fact that you wanted to see your father.”

You felt like an exposed nerve, like screaming and shattering your bowl. Feeling the urge to regress to your habits you formed once Javier left you the first time. Your mother, your most sensitive trigger, pushing your buttons. You hold your breath, counting to ten before you speak. “I want access to my trust. I’m leaving Texas, I want to start over.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, “Yes. I’ll go to the wedding, I know you're wondering. But after that I want to be on the road.” You know you have to be there. You have to see it happen, maybe it’ll force you to move on. You always found strange ways of harming yourself. Being destructive in your own little way. Suddenly you aren’t hungry anymore. You stand from the stool, giving your mother one last glance. “I’ll be in the room if you need me.”

You rarely leave the place for four days. You hear people come in and out of the house. 

On Tuesday you swear you hear Mr. Smithfield’s voice. You know it’s him because once you look out your window you see your mother holding table cloth and folding chairs.  You lay back in bed and try to sleep.

By wednesday no one had come to visit you. It's not like you had many people but Javi. You wonder if he has touched her belly yet, if he’ll rub those creams on it so that she doesn’t stretch. If his eyes will go tender whispering to his little baby. If that love he feels for his baby will turn into real love for Lorraine herself. Doing the most selfless act of motherhood. 

Thursday your bedroom door is opened by Genie. It’s like 1980 all over again. This time she’s in a loose dress, her belly barely visible in the material. She tiptoes over your piles of clothes you’ve folded in preparation to leave. Just six days before she was sitting on your bed waiting to become your sister in law. Now she approaches you slowly like you're made of glass. You smile upon her arrival but she can’t seem to give you one back. She crosses her arms and scans the room. Seeing that you have picked apart the place to head on the road.

“So you’re leaving?” She sounds cold and you shrug. 

“Yes.”

“Have you considered me or your brother in this decision?” She’s upset with you. You were upset with everything so you suppose you’re even. 

“I can’t be here anymore.”

Genie sighs, “I would like to have heard it from you and not a frantic visit from your mother. Which by the way was very off guard, we were having sex when she came pounding on the door.” 

You snicker, fidgeting with the loose thread at the hem of your sleep shorts. “I was going to visit the two of you. I just didn’t– I don’t have it in me to tell Frankie. To make him hate me or-or hate Javier. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.”

“Well he knows now! He isn’t even mad, he’s just sad for the both of you. He’s really sad for you Andrea. He loves you so much.”

Your eyes dropped to your lap and your chin began to quiver because strangely you miss him too. “He’s not mad that we lied to him?”

“No. He isn’t. He knows he was a hard ass about you and Javi. He knew he wuld have to get over it eventually but he didn’t want this to the be the circumstances. He wasn’t even given the opportunity to be all protective.” She shrugs, sitting down on your bed. Her hand covers yours, forcing you to quit fidgeting. “He also really dislikes Lorraine so he was more preoccupied that she’ll be around us forever.”

You laugh through tears this time. Your brother always made a face when she was mentioned. Especially when Genie suggested that she be invited to the wedding. 

She cheated on my absolute stud of a best friend. I’ll never like that girl. 

You sigh and lean your head against Genie. For a while the two of you are nothing but two sisters missing each other before you’re gone. Sharing years together, growing up and moving on was a part of it all. You know she isn’t angry, you know she loves you too much to watch you go, again. 

“I think the universe has been telling me and Javier to not be together for a long time but we have been too stubborn to care.”

She sucks her teeth and you feel her head shake. “Nah. I just think the time has always been wrong. The circumstances too. If this whole pregnancy thing didn’t happen he’d still be on a plane in a few months to a whole other country. You’d be left just as broken.”

“We had a plan.”

“Did you?”

You exhale audibly, “No–not really.” 

“I don’t know��you’ll find each other somehow. Maybe she’ll cheat on the man again.” She jokes and you giggle alongside her. This was all fucked and all you could do is laugh. “I’m sorry for seeming so angry when I came in. You deserve to be on your own, find yourself out of this fucking town.”

“I’ll visit. I’ll be back for the labor, trust me.”

“Yeah bitch you better!”

“I’ll be there anytime you need me.”

“Pfft, unless you move to like fucking New York.”

“Oh god never. Don’t think I can keep up. I was thinking about Louisiana. Far enough to know no one, close enough to drive if needed.” 

“Good, that would be great for you. When do you think you’re leaving?”

“After the wedding, like maybe the next day.”

“Why not before, say fuck it and just rip the bandaid.”

You frown, “Well I’m going to the wedding obviously.”

Genie completely parts her body from your own and stares at you all confused.

“Why in the world would you go watch your ex boyfriend get married?”

You sit up straight, your eyes darting to the picture on New Year’s 1980.

 “Because everyone will be there, because he’s my best friend, because maybe if I see it, it'll be real.”

“Oh, hello.” Javier moves out of the way of his front door and allows Lorraine in. She rubs her stomach and walks straight to his bedroom. Javier furrows his brows and looks around the house in confusion before following her. “Is everything okay?”

 His air conditioning is blasting and she exhales. Ripping off her shoes and laying in his bed and it all feels so wrong. He only spoke to her a few times over the phone since the day he found out. The conversations mostly contained plans of what their lives would look like. He had nodded off and agreed to it all because truly he wasn’t sure if he was in his own body. He agreed to asking for a family extension until after she gave birth. So that it gave her more time to be supported with their child before he leaves for Colombia. He agreed to look at rentals in the area. He agreed and agreed. 

He felt like himself a few nights ago when he told Chucho that it was you that he had been seeing. His father frowned so deeply Javier feared this would be the first time ever he would raise a hand to him. If he had he wouldn’t fight it, he would have asked for more. Maybe then he’ll feel truly punished for it all. Instead Don Chucho dropped his head. That was when he told him that he spoke to Melissa and she said you were leaving- moving away. That's when Javier felt like himself again. Chucho rubbed his back while he cried into the crook of his arm. 

Nothing could change his reality. So there she was, his ex-girlfriend, soon to be wife, in his bed. “The air isn’t working in my room. And I weirdly feel so… pregnant. I’m so glad I’ll be further along when it’s cooler out. God, my back hurts.”

Javier stood at the door, unsure on how to be–any help at all. “When will it be fixed?”

She throws her arm over her forehead and exhales. “Huh. Monday probably, could I stay here? It just isn’t good-”

“For the baby. Yeah of course. Do you need anything or-”

“Will you come here?” She lifts her arm to look at him. He obeys despite all of it feeling wrong. Javier sits at the foot of the bed. “Are you nervous?”

He furrows his brow and tilts his head, before realizing what she’s asking. “I’m just trying to catch up with my brain. I’m doubting that we will be good parents, I mean I know that you’ll be a great mother, and maybe I can be a good father but me and you…we’re explosive and incompatible. We never worked, I’m afraid all of this would be damaging for the-our baby.”

Javier is himself for that moment.

She sighs and flips her body over and away from him. Obviously annoyed with him being reasonable. There's some silence and then sniffling. Javier’s brows shoot up, his chest hurting. What man is immune to a woman's tears?

“Sorry. I’m just hormonal. Conversations like this just stress me and the baby out.”

He feels a panic climb up his throat and there he is at her aid. Afraid to hurt someone so delicate, he’s done enough of that. He rubs her back in slow motions while she cries and he’s feeling a guilt that's all consuming. “Hey… I’m sorry. I don't want to stress the two of you out. Let's… be angry at me tomorrow.”

She nods, wiping her tears. 

“Can we get a slurpee? It’ll make me feel better.” She whines and Javier feels like a dick for being a bit annoyed. Shouldn’t fathers feel more sincere, biologically? He can't seem to find the connection yet but he just blames it on the circumstance. 

But he nods against her shoulder anyway and they head to the grocery store in an act too domestic to swallow just yet.

In the hours you spent walking around town to get some sort of fresh air your walkman became ridiculously handy. The Original Soundtrack by 10cc was your choice this time. In a tank top and shorts like always you made your way through town with very few hellos from locals, it almost feels like they all knew you were depressed. You decided you needed air after Genie left. The two of you stayed talking until she jumped to her feet realizing she had an appointment in her salon at 4:30 and it was 4. You accepted her apologies and hugged. 

You found yourself slipping on your sneakers at 6 pm, when the sun was still high yet threatening to set. You wanted to be outside when it did. Sit somewhere and just listen to the bullfrogs and flies. Appreciate the sounds of home a few more times. You let your hair down just because around this time there's the slightest imitation of a breeze.

You walk down the hill, passing the small path that leads to your lake. Set sights on the bench you and Frankie ate ice cream at. Ice Cream from the shop that Genie’s family ran. You almost wish you took your bike with you but when you were reminded of its existence it was too late to go back. You stopped in at your mother's boutique, knowing she was home today. Greeting the seventeen year old girl who managed the place on Thursday nights. 

Right when a drop of sweat trickled low on your back you decided to make a left at the end of mainstreet and trek the sidewalk-less road that led to the only 7/11 in a 20 mile radius. It was bigger than most 7/11’s you’ve been to. Acted as a grocery store for a lot of truckers that found themselves in Laredo.  With your music on blast, you barely hear the bell chimes when you walk in.

I’m Not In Love by 10cc crowding your ears while you wave at the cashier. Slowly walking down each aisle, figuring whether you had a sweet tooth or could do for some lays chips. You shift your weight from foot to foot, along with the song. Finding freedom and peace in solitude. You decide on a kit-kat bar. You grab the share size and walk out to the freezers, opening the door just to feel some cool air for a second. You shut your eyes for a moment before grabbing a water.

As you close the door your view is clear. Lorraine and Javier walking toward the slurpee machine, his hand on her lower back. It drops when she begins to make her own drink with her back facing you. He turns, scratching the back of his neck and if you just move he will never see you. But he looks so different, sullen and tired.

And you can’t help but stare. 

His eyes finally meet yours and both of yours simultaneously widen and furrow. His furrowing and yours widening. Being caught. He looks at you tenderly, like he’s urging to take a step forward, urging to say hello. 

Your eyes cast to the floor and you pretend you have not seen him at all.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

About moray sketches, Idia’s little affair with Sebastian, drawing and art and other things.

Anonymous asked:

Morays are so derpy

They really are… the more I look at them the more obsessed I get lol those silly faces

Anonymous asked:

Those eels are so goofy-looking. Are they your favorite sea creature? If not, then what?

Thank you, Anon!

To be honest, I don’t think I have a favourite sea creature. For now, due to my love for the Octa-trio, I have a big soft spot for moral eels and octopuses. A couple of years ago we had a phase during which we read a lot about sharks. The fact that baby sharks are called pups!! I’m still obsessed with this fact.

In general, sea is fascinating and truly beautiful, but it was never really my thing, so I don’t know much about different kinds of creatures… Should definitely work on that 🤔

Anonymous asked:

🗣🔥BLACK BUTLER MENTIONED🔥🗣

OOoo Sebastián if Ciel finds out you're in troubleee

HEHE YES even though we still aren’t back to our Kuroshitsuji era and I just replied about it the other day… The desire to ship these two was sudden but too strong to resist.

I think Ciel would just roll his eyes to be honest, maybe he would get a bit disgusted… but overall, the whole thing probably happened due to their investigation, so he shouldn’t complain. Or is it jealousy that sours his mood?~

Anonymous asked:

Idia’s hips are so deliciously grabbable. Grabbing them, nibbling them, groping them, hmmm.

And with how thin he is one would think that he would be too sharp around the edges to probably grab. But I guess his bones make him easier to grab… Cute!

Anonymous asked:

The way Idia looks in the last panel…..I don’t think I would be able to resist going back and “interrogating” him more, perhaps all day even. I’m very dedicated, what can I say? 😔

What a hardworking person you are! This is truly inspiring.

I think the more you “interrogate” Idia, the more “interrogatable” he looks… this is magical.

tardigrade-misfit asked:

I’ve come to a realization that I’ve only ever seen one thing drawn of Leona and I need to see more of the lazy lion man 😭

Omg you’re right, we only posted him once (not counting a chibi drawing + fem!Leona in a big genderswap post). It’s so funny, I feel like I draw him every now and then because of commissions (thank you, everyone orz), but at the end of a day we barely have anything Leona-related. The only character less lucky than him is probably poor Cater…

To be completely honest, Leona just isn’t usually on my radar, and even though I sketch him sometimes, those sketches rarely get finished and are mostly posted on ko-fi. Sorry 😔

Anonymous asked:

my god, imagine a more messed up alternate universe where the Asim family had a "last one standing" competition to decide the successor... The head of the family dies and suddenly Kalim is put against his siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, ecc. He would be so bummed out. As soon as he says "Jamil, I think we'll have to kill my family" Jamil just starts crying from joy. Yes! Let's kill all these rich people! And also make you the new head, that would be cool I guess...

AAAH honestly Anon it would be such an interesting story to read and/or watch. Kalim would probably consider giving up multiple times, but ultimately decide against it because he doesn’t really want to die either lol

To Jamil it would absolutely be a joy though. I think some of Kalim’s relatives would try to bribe him out of helping Kalim though, “kill him in his sleep and we will give you a better life” type of deal. But Jamil would refuse~ Not because he’s loyal to Kalim or anything, of course of course.

Anonymous asked:

Since that other anon asked about Epel might as well join in: Jack and Epel. I can see Epel looking up to Jack because "Oh strong muscle man, wanna be like him" so of course Jack being the goodest boy that he is would help Epel train... in more ways than one ;)

Anon, this ship is so good visually with the size difference and all, and Epel salivating at the thought of Jack’s muscles because he really wants to have muscles himself (in reality he is just attracted to Jack) is such a good idea, and we absolutely see its potential… but unfortunately somehow they don’t click with us just yet. Maybe it’s because it feels too fluffy, with Epel getting in trouble and Jack getting him out of trouble? Maybe we’re missing this spice because we haven’t seen a lot of their interactions. Only time will tell…

Nothing against it of course though! Epel should get railed by a big wolf man.

[the-firebird69]

Passion of the Christ - At the cross - Hillsong

This is what they did to my brother to motivate him to hate Max and it works and they do it to try and remillard and it works to a degree he's a bag and a homo it goes after leaders and he's trying to find them mac leaders. As far as I know they might be in the bunkers they have this thing with alphas being mutants and people don't believe me but who cares we know about it and people will sit here do nothing so what it's way past it this guy's so freaking lazy and on top of me all day and he's a recover I can bring 10 elephants down the street nobody would know is being used by the max to be haters it's very bland and one dimensional but that's what they're doing they did it to my brother and it became a very dangerous thing to them but that's what they do and they cannot I'm not doing it they do not care about doing it to Trump and his family at all and some people made it a lot worse by saying they're related to me so they ran my brother through this and they're running Trump through it and they say they want to run me through it I say is I'm plenty motivated I'm doing tons of stuff to you f***** if I'm any more votivated you won't be around like you're closing bunker systems have her heart you little Jews. This is a horrible horrible treatment of someone in there and play me him for what happened to my brother and things like that and it's not right but it goes through it and it's trying to remillard who later on in life lost all sympathy for my brother and completely and more or less murdered him trying to take his stuff people say he failed and they need to check properly

Zues Hera

Yeah they need to check properly that's true they blaming me for stealing the fleet and I'm pretty sure I didn't I would have wanted to but oh boy that looks like actual work and people were doing it and my people were trying and saw him implicated and I dragged him into the business and it is a mess I shouldn't have done it but nobody can get this out and he said that Chinese try to help but it was really Tommy f so they had him shoot at him it's not why he was forgiving you it's because he saw all the max it was amazed at how many were there and he is a strange guy can hold his head up and do stuff it is weird you think they try and fight him but really they're fighting each other he says it's a pain in the ass I mean they bothered me more let's hear The lights sticking me to him

Trump

They're gross and we're doomed and it's going to be awful this movie is followed by a disgusting series and we're going to be in it very soon and sure I don't want to go to Calgary it sounds really stupid but here it is we go to Calgary and yeah I intimidate people and it's not worth it again Gaga is a grandchild and the one on the shoulder is my wife and I turned spoiled becoming evil and gross and get hit several times apparently this is going to be hell I'll tell you what though these mats are tough customers we're not really helping them much but will hold the fort down one way or the other lol mostly dead but what do you want

Dan

Olympus

Oh God this is gross and we're helping and I did hear what you're saying we're going to get done what he's going to post is going to be amazing it has been said a little but you're going to see what it's like to be my husband a little bit and these two are going to learn first hand

Hera

No no the disciples will be there with this guy because he started following him and he's a rebel and boy are you a moron Trump and yeah you may have f***** everybody

Mac

[briceterry04]

Happy New Year everybody!

Welcome to 2024... My most ambitious year ever. If you guys don't know, I have a Wattpad account, and I make different series of stories. Like my own series, Brice Talks, The Wrath Of Weird Ass Marketing, and my reviews on something I seen or read or watched. I love writing stories on Wattpad... And SUCK while doing it. All of them are hand made and not by Artificial Intelligence, because I'm not a lazy fuck who sits around eating boogers while playing Fortnite with no underwear on. I got more in the pipeline this year. I have to have Big Motivation Energy to do all of these... Here are all of the things to expect from me this year, from the new Brice Talks I published yesterday in order for the last part to be published at 12am:

First off with my Wattpad account:

On September, 5th, 2024, I have a new story in the works dedicated to 20 years of my life because I'll be 20 years old in 2024.

TWOWAM will be continuing.

Brice Talks will also be continuing, with one in the works right now.

A new original series is going to be arriving.

The dream journal is still being updated. So expect a new dream or a few.

The Mario movie review is starting to be written.

And coming soon is a less disgusting, less filled to the brim with incestery version of "How I met Blizzie". Now called "How I met Blizzaria" which will be matching with the Mockumentary I made in 2022 that I posted this year, and of course, my ultimate goal is making that story more approachable and not Disgusting along with an apology for making that story and the other stories that I made, they had really disgusting and controversial material, because incest is absolutely not okay.

On my Facebook account:

I will post random stuff about personal life updates, memes and nostalgia. But, of course I will be doing Live streams of me reacting to things of playing games for all of the people who mostly enjoy my Live Streams of how they turn into utter insanity.

The frog suit only run of Mario 3 is almost complete and we will be back to that in the middle of January or February (probably right in time for Valentine's Day). I've been saving up the P-wings for three notoriously infamous levels of Mario 3.

And I will be reacting to the Sanders Sides season finale parts 1-4 on a live stream when those come out... Hopefully.

On my Tumblr account:

I'm gonna do what I normally do on tumblr... What are those things you may ask? Two things.

Number 1: A bunch of shit no one cares about.

And Number 2: Sanders Sides Incorrect Quotes and other Sanders Sides related content.

I know that's what people wanna see, so I'll gladly except it.

Will I be doing incorrect quotes on Roman and Remus' brotherly rivalry? Yep!

Am I gonna do Logicality incorrect quotes? Yep!

Am I gonna do Princxiety incorrect quotes? Yep!

Am I gonna do more Demus incorrect quotes? Yep!

Am I gonna do Roman and Patton incorrect quotes? YEP!

Am I gonna do I incorrect quotes with all the sides, Including Thomas? YEP!!

Am I gonna do incorrect quotes for the orange side when they get revealed in the season finale? YEP!!!

Am I gonna do RemRom incorrect quotes?

NO!!!

Why would you even say that?

But I'll do all the other ships! All of them!

And of course. I'm gonna be doing fun things on Reddit like posting nostalgia of things I love in the 2000s, or things that scared me as a kid. And I'm gonna find great pictures and make great funny comments on Pinterest.

This might not be a success overnight and it might not be at all, I'm the only one working on these stories, I don't have anyone to do the artwork yet for all of these series including one that will be revealed soon. but I learned to overcome anxiety, so lets hope I can accomplish everything. Now, I'm gonna be taking a little break. I will be back in either January or February on all my platforms, so follow them to see something new:

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[elderglenstory]

i. Disease

Shu, Scout-in-training

Guarding the east border was boring. Everybody knew that. All the excitement and real work was at the southern border where stupid outsider invaders unsuccessfully tried to bring their troubles into the forest and were summarily defeated, or the northern border where even dumber invaders walked straight into traps and likewise disposed of. The east border was a shift that was delegated to novices who couldn’t tell what side of a sword to hold, or drunkards and layabouts who missed one shift too many.

Shu considered themselves quite separate from those types of people and they had years of history to prove it! Honestly, tumble off one cliff and get a tiny sprain and Commanding Officer Melphite might as well tie them up and bottle feed them, for the amount of coddling she’d subjected them to for the past month.

They aimed a particularly aggressive kick at a stone and watched morosely as it clattered down the road. Shu frowned as one of the two shadows circling overhead grew and turned as Logird landed next to them. His long hair was wind-tousled and messy, because he never remembered to bring ties to keep it up. Wordlessly, Shu pulled one from their pocket and threw it at Logird’s chest.

“What did the road do this time?” Logird offered Shu a lopsided grin as he grabbed the tie. With the same hand, he reached out to tousle their (neat and up-to code!) hair. “Was it dirty? Being naughty? Did you get a pebble in your shoe?”

Scowling, Shu swatted him away. “There’s nothing to see here,” they groaned, deftly blocking another creeping hand. “Nothing you guys haven’t seen, anyway.”

They pointed up where the final member of their flock circled overhead, likely low enough to hear their conversation. Melphite was looking down at the two and though she was too high to see clearly, Shu could see her wave down at them. They shook their fist halfheartedly back up at her. Honestly, Shu couldn’t blame Melphite. Anything to break the monotony of east patrol duty was valid.

They spread their arms and gestured to the expanse of empty road in front of them. “What exactly am I supposed to be doing here? Yell at the merchants? You all can see miles down the road from up there. I should be out hunting. At least I’m useful with the forest guard.”

Logird laughed obnoxiously because he was an idiot.

“Believe me, it’s no fun to haul you all the way out here every day,” He joked, before pausing and shaking his head as Shu’s expression soured. “Wait, that came out wrong. We’re happy to have you. Er—it’s team bonding!”

Shu frowned at him. “Stop patronizing me,” they hissed. Logird raised his hands in the air defensively. “I’m not an idiot, I know my assignment was just to keep me out of the way.”

They could feel Logird’s stare boring into their head and lasted less than a minute before sighing. It wasn’t Logird’s fault he was bad at talking to people. His hair was the only thing keeping his head from disappearing into the clouds. Sure, he was lazy and slept in until way past the sun rose and left his bed messy and forgot to pack a lunch…

"Sorry,” Shu mumbled, relenting to Logird’s pleading eyes. They looked up and squinted in disgust at Logird’s sudden beaming smile. “Stop that. You’re gonna get gnats in your teeth.”

One moment of letting their guard down and Shu was trapped in a warm, sweaty embrace, feebly kicking at Logird’s sides as he lifted them off the ground. Logird’s wings fluttered in delight as he squeezed them, ignoring their (expert and lethal!) kicks. When he finally set them down, Shu punched their side and cackled as they wheezed.

“You’re gonna get your wings soon.” Once he’d recovered, Logird slammed his hands on Shu’s shoulders, looking them in the eye with painful earnestness. “You’re the best trainee in the entire village and the Mistress knows that! I bet by the time the snow falls, you’ll be chasing me through the clouds telling me to take out the trash!”

Shu narrowed their eyes and groused, “You still haven’t done that this week.”

“Listen, I was going to but then I had a really important summon and—”

“Incoming!” The two sprung away from each other as Melphite’s voice rang out.

Shu quickly fell into a salute as Melphite landed and greeted, “Commanding officer!”

Their heartbeat began to race when Melphite didn’t roll her eyes at them. She had always hated formalities—it must be a serious situation!

“There’s a wagon coming up ahead,” she said. “I don’t recognize it. Maybe it’s just a replacement from our usual vendors, but…”

“Better safe than sorry,” Logird and Shu chorused, the latter with eager anticipation and the former with a mocking alacrity that quickly turned to snickering. Shu stomped Logird’s foot in retaliation.

Melphite did not deign to address the informality, likely desensitized after years of working with the duo. Instead, she turned to Shu and reached into her pocket, pulling out a familiar rusted chain with two gilded feather pendants. Shu could feel their heartbeat race as she held it out to them.

“You will greet the outsiders.” Her voice was serious, but Shu could hardly focus as they took the necklace reverently.

It had been months since they’d last held their arcane focus.

“I’ll do my best,” Shu promised fervently as they clasped the chain around their neck. They could feel air underneath invisible wings—knew that if they willed it, they could traverse the seemingly endless road before them in less than a heartbeat. The familiar ache in their arm seemed to vanish as they breathed out, acclimatizing to the rush of energy flowing through their body. It felt like freedom.

Melphite gave Shu a quiet, rare smile. “I know you will.”

Even Logird’s stupid face wasn’t enough to ruin this moment!

Melphite and Logird left them with a flurry of tawny and crimson feathers, and Shu clenched their fists before turning to face the road. The breeze surged in their veins as they took a single step and—

—they were everywhere, or as close as anyone could be. Their hearing encapsulated miles, and from the gentle thrum of the heartbeats of a colony of field mice to the wet blinking of a toad’s slimy eye, they were there. Shu couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the rushing tide of sensations, boring into their skull and—

Further. They had to go further.

—rippling water as a fleshy tongue flicks rapidly while an animal takes a drink, the carefree ditty of songbirds, the crunch of gravel beneath a forest guard’s boots as she crouches, holding herself still in anticipation as her quarry bends to take a mouthful of grass, ignorant to her presence—

No, this isn’t what I’m looking for, Shu thought. They took in a deep, fortifying breath.

—the miniscule whisper of air as it flows through feathers, as Logird’s chest expands and air whistles down his throat and a pause and then rushes back out, the quiet rustle of Melphite’s clothes as she angles herself to look down at Shu’s form, stagnant on the dirt road, the twist of her neck as she looks back up and out towards—

Yes, there!

—worn wood creaking under tremendous weight, the sound of low, absentminded humming and the strumming of fingers against twine, the soft brushing of eyelashes against fabric as someone breathes softly, nearly motionless except for the natural fidgeting that only the most disciplined can subdue, an equine whinny and the crunch of hooves against stone, the raspy exhale of someone and the labored constriction of their sickly lungs and—

Their muscles burned as they found themselves beneath a willow tree and their heartbeat felt as though it might burst through their ribs. Their breaths were labored, unused to the stress after months of inactivity. Shu couldn't resist casting a glance at the sky, unable to see the distant circling of their flock in the direction they came from with their inferior sight, but the familiar shame didn't rise up even as the sun burns their eyes. No, the only emotion they felt was exhilaration.

Watch me, they thought resolutely as the throbbing ache of their muscles subsided. I’ll make you proud.

Shu emerged from the tree-line when the wagon was within normal sight. They resisted the urge to hold a hand to their blade, instead raising their arm in greeting and briefly practicing a sweet smile. Outsiders are weak, they thought. They’re unpredictable, guided by primal instinct. They haven’t been cultivated to their true potential. Not like us.

Two mules led the wagon, guided by a shrouded figure. White hair, a scrawny build despite the plentiful fabric hanging from their frame—the source of the labored breaths.

Don’t discount them, Shu reminded themselves. Even their far-senses were fallible and there was plenty of material to hide weaponry.

They couldn't see from this distance, but they knew that beneath the fabric cover of the wagon were two more people—the musician and the masked one. The driver barked a quiet warning as they came closer and the carefree strumming of the musician halted. Shu couldn't distinguish words, still recovering from the taxation of an unpracticed far-stride, but they could hear as the three exchanged a few sentences. There were two low voices, one a lazy drawl and the other a grainy rasp, with a higher, monotone voice only contributing a terse and short agreement.

To be honest, Shu felt underwhelmed when they came to a halt and the musician clambered out towards them. The only one armed was the flat-voiced one, who peered from beneath the covered wagon briefly in a glimpse of green before turning their head to speak to the shrouded driver. The musician’s attire was colorful and foreign and they composed themselves with guarded steps and a straightened back. Confident but on guard. They were taller than Shu and Melphite but shorter than Logird and unarmed. Shu doubted they would be able to put up much of a fight physically. If need be, Shu could easily have them on the ground within moments, and their flock would back them up in less than a minute.

“Afternoon,” The musician called as he approaches, stopping a few meters in front of Shu. “The name’s Monty.”

Shu returned their nod with a placid smile. “Welcome to the Elderglen. Are you travelling through mountains? I’m afraid the road is a bit unpredictable this time of year. The frost will be coming soon.”

The grin that the musician returned was like looking into a mirror—worn with ease and entirely insincere. “We’re actually looking for work. I don’t suppose you know anyone who’d put us up for a night or two in exchange for a job?”

That was... weird, and Shu hesitated. Outsiders didn't just come to the Elderglen to offer labor. Why come to a secluded little village when the southern settlements were eager for new blood to wield their blades or fortify their borders? Conflict was as much a part of their lifestyle as the air they breathed. There was far more gold offered by their avarice and need to expand than the Elderglen could offer.

“I suppose.” Shu hated the uncertainty of their voice and the temptation to turn to their distant flock for guidance. It was their decision to make and the subsequent consequences were theirs to bear.

There had been unrest in the Elderglen. It wouldn’t hurt to at least bring them for an audience with the Mistress; once within the village borders, there was no way that three outsiders in a rickety cart guided by two mules could possibly cause harm. The abandoned sector of the forest was far too perilous to risk aerial scouts or the forest guard, but outsiders? Perhaps they could be of use.

Shu gave a decisive nod. “Please, come with me.”

[the-firebird69]

Give me a couple updates well he's resting and there are people wondering around as usual but really they're not really shopping in the harassing him and they're obvious about it cranky old and disgusting mostly and intercepting him and trying to go somewhere trying to force me to do stuff thank you being poor and getting hardly anything at all and not giving a damn. So we looked at what he's saying and these people are Republicans but very very lame their efforts were very lackluster and they hardly get him anything if at all and the Mexican and they're not controlling the situation and it's abysmal on that note

-you see the empire who actually does work and did a lot of work just running some sort of offensive and they have a large number of troops that they are dropping all over Florida they're doing it surreptitiously and it is a large Force and they shot up to 20% of the population this morning now they're approaching 30% the intend to use these infiltrators to take the state over and hold our son in an innocuous position and other ignorance. And we have to make sure that they are not aligning there's too many of them building up here and they're doing it elsewhere but we are not allowing a large buildup and it's true and he said we should not allow one here and we should be reducing it a little bit bigger is fine but no and now we're going to have to start doing it still threaten and we will take them down

-in addition to that type of behavior we have this general malaise and lackadaisical attitude laziness and thievery from our son who is poor as dirt these people are disgusting as well we are going to evaporate those who are doing that and we're going to stop them from manhandling him and abusing him. Another news

-it seems that Aquaman might be coming up pretty fast and precedes the watchmen and it is about race and it looks like Garth goes ahead and destroys their enclave of what it looks like clones offshore of Atlanta Georgia I really offshore Georgia and they're hiding there and they find them and seek them out for thievery basically and it turns disgusting fairly soon

-another film that is going to affect the current day is Wonka it happens in the UK and he starts to advertise it saying that he's the chocolate here and brochures gets involved and that's the close and it is Paul d us again. And it's threatening her son and we're going to have to stop the idiot and he does nothing and his sister does nothing and it's so droll and gross and the guy is so dumb he doesn't know anything about what he's doing so he's going to try and do that because he wants to take from our son cuz he's a spoil the runt.

-another film affecting this area and the future is Porky's and Porky's revenge apparently they burned down the gambling house and that is the property of Tommy f and he starts getting very angry and attacking more so he's already attacking the pseudo empire and this begins on the more or less at which point everything starts to turn against him again and he's pushed out I know he's playing with the Max and tend to do to our son and us and our forces and we we are knowledgeable about it but this is going to start up rather soon we think this week weekend I think it's going to be tonight until tomorrow and the day after and both movies after that it's going to be Atlanta and it makes sense because Monday is rolling around and the trial is coming up and there's some sort of city that they put there and it's regular buildings and decide to train stay inside them and of course you can't handle the pressure and it won't work but that's what they do.

-several other things are occurring there are about 50,000 people in Charlotte county who don't have work don't have anything to do and leave their jobs for other people and don't hire anyone and it's pretty pitiful. They come down here to the mall and harass them and they have stuff and we need it so we need volunteers to go after these merchants really there's a vicious name for them sicko fants

-nothing happening is probably noticed that he's talking about them putting stuff up there that would devastate them and ruining their day and some of the math very few and we realize that

-a couple of things that are happening we are producing huge companies today and giant numbers of warlock will disappear Giant they're about 12% or so off Island 14 or so and that does include minority but not pseudo empire which is only three or four percent and they're going to dissolve not really these companies are giants and tons of them think they can just take it. Even though they owned it it's ridiculous but it is now making a lot of sense it's the clones of the higher-ups leaving and their kids trying to take it over and that's what Dan is doing and then upset and dangerous to our son and it said too that he's a problem and Trump wants to try and grab us using his son so he gets the game but he's upset about it and we get the game and we're going to destroy them both quite easily and things people think it's a game like the Max and pseudo empire and foreigners not such a good game and there's a lot of companies and Harley-Davidson is one of them we will be at 64% but if things work out better 75% I will begin production today.

-and we intend to kick John remillard out of Blackwell that's the first thing and he knows about it no he wants to make it part of the deal and I guess we'll sign it with that in there and see what happens

-there's other things too going on the hard notch frame and it's hk frame is working. About 50% are adding suspension or redoing it and creating it with suspension and they said we can get away with it we think so that's good it's not real hard to do and it's unexplained it and you did say that you dismantle the shock or you take the springs off and you take the oil out and you work the you work the shock to see if it will push against the frame you have to make sure it doesn't and you can put a stop in and you don't want to bottom the shock out without a stop so you need that but you can run the full range of motion and put the stops in the right place about a half inch before it bottoms out people like the idea and it works it's a rule of thumb type of building but that's what he did when he was younger and you're going to see these come out with shocks and the whole system I'm just going to take a couple more days you'll have their prototypes and boy these frames are real strong one of them has a bike together and rode around testing it others test the frame and it's like twice the snell rating and that was a mega miracle

-a couple more things we are buying some time it's not correct we have work to do we have other companies to announce and pre-purchase and they are purchasing and they want us to and just don't make it very easy and we get part of them done and they complain but it's their falt

-there's other things happening we are in the process of gathering information on the status of ours and we do need to show up a lot of areas and we need a lot of people to sign up for work and we're going to get them going here on Earth and there's tons of them and we're moving out

-the ships have started what people think is their final cycle up north to launch they're sending tons of people up there huge numbers it's going to vanquish a big trunk of the warlock they'll probably send 2% today and more tonight and more tomorrow it's a giant number New Zealand their numbers are visible now as is Australia and they're under attack now The fleets are trying to get here from the morlock and the pseudo empire is fighting them they're both down and other point be more like have 7 billion pseudo empire six billion and a beating the crap out of each other the fighting is intensified and they're losing territory all over Earth and we'll have an announcement at the end of the day but it's going down a percentage in an hour practically other things are happening we are taking a lot of territory over in Florida we've taken about 2.5% more today already and we're talking about starting it to believe 25% and others have taken about 6% so it's below 20% and they're in court no but they had court yesterday and it probably get to 15% today which is abysmal and they have a large fleet prepping to attack that's the warlocks later today it's very huge and this is going to be a lot of troops on board trying to get here using various means and they're going to try and go to other places to get here too nearby it's going to be a huge show. This time around they've been building up for a while and they have probably 200,000 miles wooden ships and it will have an effect and the pseudo empire fleet is going to have to try and defend and they're kind of sucking wind against their fleet we're moving in the foreigners and foreign warlock really foreign warlock comprise probably half the crowd but we are also moving in as our Max and we are forming areas up and sturdy ones and we are going to call for reinforcements and that's what's going on today huge changes are coming up giant changes in the paradigm and it is going to be tumbletous.

-and it's set up that they think that he's following Dave's footsteps and he is to a degree he's also following Trump a little bit and they're talking about his fortune and so forth but they did take it away from David more of the same fashion than Trump you plan to hand it over and to pull it out and leave us with secret of stuff so they can get out the goodies and he is sitting there with nothing so you know it's kind of rude you do intend to get him all sorts of things but he's earned stuff and he really has. There is a pattern it does have to do with westboro they say they ran it already and his first car was not the Firebird no it was the heck of a first car he says that was supposed to go inside with the coach Megan Merkel made but it doesn't the coincides with a coach David had earlier in the history of America and it was his own that he made and that is an indicator that they might start with the Firebird so he did a creamer routine with Ken and that would be somewhere around here but really he doesn't have funding or money to spend his dad had a $700 a month stipend and even that with that it's kind of questionable but he probably wouldn't care but he's spending like $300 $400 a month on gas it's really too much so that being said there's no way to get that without other things happening that's one thing but he thinks it's social security and it's still not enough and they're planning on giving him $4,0 35 and so on and after a year he would have a couple hundred thousand no it would take like a year and a half so we simply don't see how that's going to happen unless he has some sort of thing to do with the vehicle and some sort of money or income not $20 three days a week I didn't cover even any gas to do that so we think it is the firebird and we think it's the 2013 and we think it's to sync the marlock. Did you understand what they're intending on doing for funding it's not unscrupulous that kind of is they want to threaten his social security and we're going to explain it in a moment

Thor Freya

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Zues

How come I'm second I'm speaking first and it says cuz you're speaking okay we're going to have to tell him what's going on yes

Hera