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solardick · 5 months ago

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Find in mind.

Cards died. Resurrect in time, perhaps.

How am i supposed to

Too smoking while im serrounded by an rntire army of assholes fucken with my exixtance? Whole reason i started smokign in the forst place.

Why you you all go take a picture of your shit in the toilet anf then you can frame it on the wall and impresses all yo friends with how proud you ste to take such a massive dhit.

Instead of trying tp prove how united spsrklings yurds are. Tou gonna come harrass me with another girl. And then rape me some

More?

Terrible on tarots part. It lost that time. No new cards.

So, i dont know what to write about the cards. Save that for temperance letter R and letter 3. Incrementally. They belong together. Pooring water down from the sky. Water is essential. Same is said upwards.

On the russian side of things here. Letter Я. Not to say a mirrored image. For both belong seperatively. Apart from one another. This chosen as Waites sun card, to designate the hilghly biased Letter Ii. Not to be mistaken as Ll. As i’ve seen the hermit. Here would show as The man toiling the feild. To promote the ideal of one with nature. Or yet, to give it to the blacksmith. The ideal, and toil to forge the tools of productivity. To forging the self. Both belong to dedication.

What card did i give letter Bb? In this system card letter Ff is exchanged for Bv. Foreign system. Bbv all get jumbled. To tarot it was… the high priestess. But i gave her to number 3. As letter Cc. Which has its own foreign connection to letter Cs. Which happens to be the devil.

Chew that one over a while.

There’s no equivalent to a mirrored B. Thats forbidden. Top tier shit. The gamers ot that level. Dont like if things dont run smooth.

The high priestess here, comes from foreign land. It’s once removed, literally. 3C. She pictorially becomes the field he’s plowing.

But it looks like they fosed ne again. May nog go to work tomiriw again. Be out of work and. Ack to suicide. Lije i an right now. Dorry i havevto ho foghg for my life now sgain. For the N-th year in a row

And nobody deserves having their entire lives owned by other people. So they can fuck with it at leasure.

But, i like my cards. Olmost time to veeto my legs again. I also like having hairless legs. Im not a hairy guy. But the legs always bothered me. Saw a guy sitting there waiting for his appoitment. Wearing shorts riding up his thies. I was like “ewe”. One of my favorite parts of being with a girl. All those 20 years ago. Was the legs. Soft, smooth, could go down there hickey up the inner thy. Another part was when their tops were removed and they were standing infront of you and all you could see in your feild of vission. Were their bare shoulders riding below rosy cheeks. Mhn.

But apparently. According to others. Im a gay bashing homophobe who throws cats agaisnt walls for fun. How can you be a homophobe when you spent the first 13 years of your life sucking on cock. While tour family plays dumb. And introduces you to bands like Korn. Before you even know what their singing about. Then you grow out of it. Realise whta the fuck your doing. And stop. But all thise years. Bred addiction to the only positive source of feel good brain chemicals. Then you fall off the wagon a couple times and get your entire life destroyed by stupid fucken retards. And then over 26 years later tour still being raped by assholes.

What you an alchoholophobe. Dont want to deink this vodka?! Lets poor it doen yo throat. Well. Not really. Doesnt really compare. But. You get the jist. But ehat do you expect from a society that sells poison on every street corner. One stop shop of gassoline, ornohraphy, sugar, alchohol and cigarettes, from a society that sell turd toys for young children. ….. every child matters right? Bunch of bs that is.

If i ever have a kid. Not likely. They arent going to know what i tv is until they get to highschool. No no no. You’re not going to be in this pot of spectrum disorder. Might as well remove the segregation completly and have bous and girls share the same public restrooms.

But, try and might to see what i can do with the cards. Firmly imprinting an image of the emperor save that its mostly associated to war and not good feeling things. Hardship and taxes. The alternative becomes better. Empress things. Merged with the priestess and the devil.

I woke up gin his morning. Why?

Wonder if they’re ever going to give Russia their land back. Its theirs. They gave it to ukraine. Umarine turned their back on them. And joined nato. So they want their land back.

And yes im still

Smoking. Cause im

Still

In prison.

But crawl back out. Until i get pushed back down. It just echoes. Repeat the same lines. Over because i want to but. The momentum is gone. And its hard to get started. Even without. And unfortunaelty all thats comingout is this sickly crap. And i wonder what the next phase of the plan is next week. How im going to be worked.

Save but, to continue on. Ss Cc Cs.

Let these three groupings, i would say, rest. In your mind. There is t other pairing to make with these. From two to three. Four still comes before. Whats already there. Doubles.

Four is a multiplication from three. For there is two ways to spell a number.

With out its symbol it has little trace. To speak of it with a foreign name.

Let me show you.

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Letter three is Cc. Because of the lack of symbols C plays a duel nature. To distinguish, in english Cc varies between Cs And Ck. Whereas C is soft K is sharp. In most cases K is replaced by C. And often K is silent. The letter is weakened by the unspoken and shares time with knowledge.

Letter three is also Bv to distinguish it from english. It isnt Bb. It belongs with two. Theres a little warping involved while pronouncing B and V to their similarity with three. And the letter C.

But Cs is more of a “Ts” sound. And is no where near three as it falls on number eleven. But it does accentuate two separate bodies. And is less divergent than the western counterpart.

Knowledge is power; power corrupts.

As for C and S. stands the virgin priestess. And the devil side by side. Below that perched is the english devil. And above the cartes des dammes etailla death card. A quaternity of feminine sexuality. Innocence tied to will and bondage.

There is also another pairing with the empress card who from the foundation up serves for number three. This also changed position with the qwerty system, from a lack for what to call it, and was given to letter D. Its equivalent is Д, which starts one basic word that forms close to the heart. Дом. Home. Its certainly more comforting written in the russian set than it is in english. It was given to the throne. Domicile. Dominion. Domination. Damnation if its built upon the fool.

The D is set to symbolize the womb. From where life comes. The physicality of presence. Substance, with form. Its a living world. Not mechanical.

And the game is all

About unlocking yo chi.

Had a couple visitors this weekend. A cat and a ferret. Exploring my appartment. Well their about to innitiate another hit on me. We’ll see what it is.

So i may as well go

Get a pack of smokes. Going on 40 consistent ywars of being hit like this. Taking other peoples punishments. That they deserve on top of everything fun dun.

Uh, all that came up was casually mentioning boogus sexyal harrasment charges. No gay dhit. Surprised. Eow.

So in this image of temperance and the land. She has no place as of yet in my deck. Not the one i’m working on. She should belong somewhere in there. Attention is still drawn to card letter Я. The farmer in his field, surrounded by golden wheat. Hat’s off, for more sun. … though, like already before, the blacksmith gives light to the industrial. To strength, and formation. It just doesnt fit well with the above. You want something harmonious to see. Something that brings all the cards together. In a way that surpasses the attention.

Hey the cats back. Male, tiger striped.

Maybe, the man, with his straw hat, holding a hammer. In the feild. “What you doing with a hammer way out here, old man?”

What indeed son….

Something like this. And not to remember that Я stands for I. They mean the same thing. Every letter that has room for an I. Put it. Its fun to consider card letter 3 has no I. B does. D, E, F, H, K, L, M, N, P, R, T, Y is debatable. Not really a full I. M and N are partial. Sometimes slanted. But curios if to use this. On the matter of the Tower card letter Б, and card letter 3. If card letter B isnt present. Another messages speaks out here. A tower in the field. Worth to think about.

So card letter 3 is on number 9. Which also inextricably links card number 3 to card letter 3. Seeing how they share the same symbol. So at wall-value the two are interchangeable. It’s by layer that they differentiate. The interchangeability. Still there, weaker because it’s been diluted. This created 3 separate images but, two separate pathways.

The two three’s are also a single three squared. This number being nine. The midpoint obviously six. Perhaps that why six is an image of lovers. And the letter H. With its similarity to sex. Vowels aren’t counted in tarot. There is no card letter Ii or Ee. Its just SX. Card letter S is the devil. And card letter X is another image of boy meets girl. Or Crowley’s. Rim job. Though also taken with freedom, innocence and exuberance. This is not something taught.

I dint like this feeling? Is it going to go away? And stop calling me jack sparrow. I dont have a compass. Fuck off. The only thing im learning in life is the conditioning tgat degenrates entire populaces. Understanding how it works. And why it works.

Russia invades canda. Im joining their side. And ill sell ouy every mother fucker i know. Well i should say father fucker. Because we need political correctness after all.

Curse words do curse. you are what you speak. Ну, is this course it’s written. The written word is interresting compare to the spoken word. In this instance,

It’s negation to the male figure. Mother, fTher. Odd type O. Turns of phrases make a whole lot more sense. When the symbol what represents the letter carries with it a wonder. At the arrangement. What’s it mean?

Odd. Type. O. Is such a phrase.

….i’m not that high, . Why^

I created love again. It’s out there. A single unity. My effects are powerful. Always were. There’s strength there. Not much of a life. It will grow. Never lasting. On the letter N, here, suits the french strength. As in no is a fundamental word. If i were to create its own separate card. The Гг asian dragon. Will glide a-coiled the empress. For in all affect it is taught to treat with dignity.

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But not that i’ve been forced and raped into a queer. I better get hooked up with a guy or two. Cause sex is all i care about now nothing else matters. Im just here to be fucked. Born and bred to be a subordinate punished every moment i stepped out of line to talk with a girl. And all i got to do is take these pills once an evening. For two days everyother couple of days. And ill take a massive shit that will completely empty my bowels and keep me loose. And they’ll weaken my muscles. So i wont be as strong. And people can continue laughing at me, and doing cruel things to me. Its been that way since childhood. Im used to it. My enyire existance has been nothing but people fuckein with me. Somce my forst memories. I even got eiple making fun of me if i stand up straight instead of slouching.

I live in a gay abusive idiocracy and i dont want ot be alive anymore. .

Hey its labour day. Eveything is closed except for the poison dispensaries. Evil never sleeps. You may always have the opertunity to

Smoke amd get drunk. I have no will to live my life anymorw. Choice is removed. At a certain length. Of all the years of set ups and negative relations. Druggings, manipulations, and conditioning. Does t really make it a free will choice. While no one tells you, all play to ulterior motives. Not letting you in on them. And half of them are sexists fucktards. Laughing at you. But you cry a bitch if it was turned on them.

Its pure queer for me. There’s no bi, there’s no gay. Its just queer. May as well have tits and a vagina. But, i have a masculine athletic build and the “persona” to match. Always paired to some “superior force” outside of me in the form of another person or an entire community. Bedroom with a spychotic abusive older brother from where ive been beaten on for being beaten on.

A magical golden aura toyroom. Al it takes to reach the bottem is being puched down them so you can roll like a ball and hit the wall at the bottem. That right there. Is all you need to know about me. Because thats all its ever been.

Ill start training myself how to be queer. Start watching japenese anime. Well until rhis shit wears off and i can go back to being me again.

I want to be in the abisive side of life. And rape people into suicide. Then i could feel like im

Part of the comunity. Makinng life a better place for everybody. Maybe i could turn a bunch of eomen into lesbians with my toxic feminity. Then they be willing to fuck me with their metaphorical dick. They already done a miraculous power at degenerating society into based driven pervets.

But society does run off, have its language basis from slavery. Generations of enslavement unti the people developed their own identity and form of communication based of submissive habits.

All these years of conditioning and manipulations to turn me into a queer. All those years list on the defendive insread of growing and learning hhow and building a life for myself. All thet development lost to other people. Obsessed with me.

Maybe go yo the gym. Start working out. See a teainer. See if they can help with certain joints and tissue. Doing posuture and diaphragm exorcizes. And some degen fuck tard was talkign smack behind my back. Like i dont have that extra sense. Not to know. Because i was standing up tall. And my chest wasnt as sunken.

Made fun of and picked on for showing masculine. Get fag bashed and heyerobashed by everyone. Byt thats just me for being born. Get manhaddled and shipeed around like im not a person. Always ben a product of other people projections. And most of them. The majority of it all is negative. And people actually rhink that if they keep their thoughts in their head. No one can hear them. Or that their actually good actors. Cause they suck. And should watch more tv.

Its easy alot of the time to tell if someone is being themselves are not. Aadly to say most of the gay people ive been i troduced to. Are all aliens in their own skin. Cause they live a lie. There a taint looming over them. Passing through them. And its revolting. Because they are not. Save for society and all the conditioning and pressures and the sexualization of symbols. And it mKes me feel bad. Pity. Speaking of which then you have the fully emasculate with the bestie girlfriend filling there intents and motivations with friendly feminine support agaist their own better judgement. Some of these guys are brilliant. Caught listening to the dark externalized feminine sins. Affecting the morality or ethicallity of theire decisions.

I was gaming with such a couple. And he was all like. But i shouldn’t cause it’ll be intrusive or etropic to them. Meanign the girl is like. No, nonits alright. They don’t mind. And i was like. Ih yeah i do. He’s right. Amd your an idiot. And then they mive on away from the friend and the nagotive feminine. Addopt the best of it. Find a dmoninate male and have mind blowing anal sex for the rest of their days. One less good man making the world a better place.

But good job getting my mother into it. Now when ever i see her abusive ugly face,i’ll go watch a family oriented film or something. With a good mother “archetype” and good family values. To help save on the degeneracy of my constant conditioning. She always wanted a girl. No she has one. She should leave me the fuck alone. Too busy living in her fantasy land and her memories to pay any attention to her children. Whoch is what she should hav ebeen doing instead of being present but absent. Or beating on me or throwing a bipolar double fire fit everytime if it involved my person.

Now excuse me in my fantasies of the ideal mother and family while being raped into suicide. And repress the hatred to bury everysingle One of you with out conscience or mercy. Which also means the absnece of cruelty. Whoch is a sing of dovinity in this world.

Purge the fucken demon.

An impossible task in hell.

Fuck love. Born again.

Though i do wonder if the next step, if this one doesnt work. Is to kidnap and rape me everyday until i like it.

Meh, ive came further.

Everytime ive jerked off, which is alot, i hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Damned, that ass. You guys are luvky get to stair at that all day. If it were me. Id take iher in the back every 5 mins and pump her full of baby girls thta look just like her. And the world would be a better place for.

But i aint 8 years ild anymore. Dont have the drive like i used to.

Thats not good hash thats bad hash. But ill smoke it anyway. Maybe it’ll turn me into a queer agajn for a fee hours. Its harsh, burns black and tastes and smells like a dollar street dealer. Ive smoked enough laced weeed in my days. Some

Of the shit they put in it. I som’t even want to know. When you take a small little puff and blackout. You know its good shit. Maybe itll make me unstable and ill get raped again.

I need to kill myself.

Wonder who my boyfriend is gonna be. Hope he’s like 6ft, exercises, hung and wealthy. If im gonna be a bitch than i want to be well off. And not need to work. And do art and study cards game and stuff instead I won’t have to deal with anyone and i wont have to deal with everything on my own. It just be me and him. And anyone else he decided to bring. Cus id be open to that. You take care of all the life stuff because im eas never allowed to learn how to live. An dill take care of the hime stuff. Id hate the world too much to leave the house anyway. As ling as i get my ass fucked into a spasm seizure fit unable to even moan. Because all that matters in life is pleasure. People dont need to feel

Like thye beling anywere and its not like they need people to be able to

Have healthy lives. If all that can be replaced by a dick. Then who am i to argue. I was born to be owned anyway. Always at the mercy of other people and how i get treated. I was never ment to feel human.not like i have a single social connection that doesnt play me this way. All

People have ever dome is fick eoth me. And i dont eant to be alive anymore. 40’urars later i still don’t know what it is to trust somebody.

Ugh. It wore off. I still got some more.

I need a new job. G luvk fimding one. Meet a new group to fuck with me.

So hurry up and send me a guy so i can blow him in my appartment and get it recorded on video for everyone. I have enough experience of it that it destroyed my life. So lets go back and satisfy everyones evil over me. And then you can all smile and laugh and feel superior to me. It’s all ive ever known anyway.

When i asked her for her number, even though, i kmow, after like the 6th time or so being friendly. Ahe started spazzing out. Looking for an excuse but couldnt settle on ine and/or form one on the spot. “Yeah, i can see your uncomfortable. Ya,” walk away.

Too bad they manipulated my physiology into be queer now. The only thing i have to do is unravel all the bs. Oh that what, this that. Its terribly depressing. Im going to go play with my ass now. It kinda feels like massaging your esophagus with a dick. Nothing worth wild. Maybe hurt to swallow for a while.

Well its virgo season so its all about the moon. Some crazy ass far off unavailable, violent and severe moon up in with the fishes of peace and space vibes. If their not a fucken spychopath.

Mothe rplayed with my ass one day. Too focused on my bowels movements then what i was actually doing. Heres a little enema go take a shit. No, no dont force. Let it come out naturally. Like a fountain or some shit. If there wasnt soap going into my mouth, she was popping my pimples. The cakes were good though. Thats pretty much it. But i can go on at quite a length with this. Formulated it all together over thr last few years. I want to beleive that that is the reason why i got raped but, its not. Theres plenty before. Dtop talking jow. Ok. Theres been nothing to hold on to for iver 25 years. Just in the ocean. Being beaten wvery where i go. All these years. Fucken sadistic fucken cocksuckers man.

I glad ive never been able to hold that kind of mentality. Its alien to me. Its way done there pilled all inder less relevant stuff. See? Did i puzzle you? Exactly. Its puzzling. ….” I cry, when angels deserve to die.” Wake up, grab a little makeup….

I hate that words matter. Sentimentality. Spit on it some more. All i do is breed evil. And feed the ines who already are. Its always been that way. Thats just life. Great, your life advice is to shot myself. Fantatic mom. And no i got a while army of women just like you. I dont need you no more.

They all play pretend, they all far away, off in there own little grand worlds of the known, and none of them talk to me either. And they usually have some pre planned thing and nothing is ever organic. No spontaneity, no life. Staring at me at a distince making decisions for my life for me. And, deflect everything. I just font’t know if they own up to it.

My little puppets. Its my power i own it. , never got the what to lead up to this point till now. Tried, failed, fucked with. Doesnt lead much place for development. Always on the defensive on the will. To exorsize evil over being like hey man. Ehats up? Nope. How can i help. Youd figure after all theose hundreds of people. One would. Nope.

I’s hate to say this but, you all suck.

The minute associations from growing up in this retard culture. Interconnectivity. Flow by aspciation. Rippling through your brain. I dont even need to say it cause you already know. Most people say “meh” coincidence or unimportant. Because its dcares them.

I dont think im surviving much longer. Theres no point to life.

Wow, i learn from her. Thise fee short moments of social. Even though its all set up, the back and forth. Ive been a trying to get that for years. Like the feedback loop effect. Ive been deprived of that for so long. Im bately alive anymore.

But im just here to be beaten and manipulated into a belivenrent mess and then raped. Like thats why. Sure ok. Why not.

Ciga and weed. One word i agree with. By association. Pull it! Kill it! Burn!

Sucks to be a four leaf clover.

Go get ipl treatment done on my legs. Their getting patchy. Above the ankles. Ten treatments roughly. 2800$.

Well maybe with all this treatment their eorking over on me. Ill get to go back being a sexually immoral freak that has no bounderies and i can ruin some more lives. And my own while im at it. Ill be back to being a hairless child getting dicked again. While the men im forced to share my life with take pleasure in being superior to me. Oh well so much for the queer life. Somce i was a child. People have always taken pleasure from being over me. Thats just life. Too bad i fomt enjoy it. Id be the happiest person on the planet right now.

But i deserve it. Missing out on my childhood, losing my entire youth and being sexually manipulated in my prime. To never experience anything other than being at the mercy of other people. And never expwrience anything worth living for. 40 years and running. Wonder what a fenuine case of feeling loved feels like. I’ll never know.

Go order some dildos and wait on a guy to make a move on me. It’ll be a set up. Like always.

Throw an anger tantrum. Yell at some people. Boxes are shit, lifys ate shit. Saw is shit. Make a man cry. Igh. Your dad dies last year….(lucky) wow youe sad. You loved your dad. Dint ask for sympathy. Im incapable.

I wont get an inherentance any more than what theyve already goven me. If i do. All that money. Which is gonna be a handfull. Is probably going to. Charity. I dont accept money from strangers and assholes and rapist cocksuckers like he is.

Quit smiking for awhile see if this feeling in my ass ever goes away. If not. Months from now. Ill be ill prabably be a full receptive queer. Agaisnt my own better judgement. And everyone can celebrate.

Hopefully the old testemant is true and god destroys the anericas.

I want to move to russia. Wait till the war os over so i dont get shot by some ltgb rights rapist.

Funny about that while i was getting raped. Was thr forest fires. Worst in years. Hells a burning.

Too bad i don’t enjoy sex at all.

And all the hedonists. Are all oike what?! I dont understand. You cant bot like sex.

With this ass rot desease theyve given me. Ill probably kiss out on old age too.

I dont know how not to be addicted to something.

I scared myself straight. Cant bypass the life preservation with out killing yourself.

I want to turn as many women as i can jbto lesbians. Just to price how sexy of a woman i am.

Dont think im sleepinvvyo ight the ass is too severe. No work. No money. Want to quit anyway. Wont fine another one. Another countdown till i kill myself.

Not putting in any more effort to do a good job thats for fucken sure.

Course i will i dont knwo how not to try and make life better for everybody. It that ive ever experience it before. Give what you get. Has bever once rung true for me.

I always get ten times worse at everything. Could save your life wounldt mayter.

Im nit even allowed to use health care services or see a shrink without being fucked with. There goes that idea.

They want me to be sick so they can continue torturing me for as ling as they can.

Theres no flames to light and keep in anyones hearts. And none in serrounded to thar im willing to.

I cant even be mysellf in my own appartment by myself

Im gonna have to kill myself to prevent everyone from raping my existance. There nothing quite like vbwing framed inti something your not and raped into suicide. Excuse i have to go to work now. Need to to be fucked with some

More.

I have the entire fucken twonships. Hahhahah fucken raping my life hahhab

I need to

Puke soem more.

Hard being s lesbian in a womans world.

My feet are balding my legs are balding my assis balding and the small of my back. Ehats next? Tits and a fat ass. Man, id look skward with tots my shoulders are too broad.

Womanhood aucks. I feel bad for you. Well not really cuz its worst for me than it would ever be possible for you. Chucks. Buch of pussies.

Because ive always been with nature. In nature. Serrounded. One side. Ivr never been fully present. Half of me is here. There other half over there. Ling bouts of solitude paired to toxic personalities. And silence. Nothing means peace. Nowhere means freedom. Just lacking that part to other people. Cuz they’ve always been all the above. Its never stoped. Always there. Always attcked, or persecuted. Singled out, and smalled.

All these years in this inhavent learnt a thing.

And the world is nothing but faget this and faget that. And expectant sadist pleasure with knowing eyes, and curled lips. Year after year.

Father, strangers, others already awuianted to. Social worker, shrink, dentist. Job job. Job. Job.

Alright my god. Show me what next. Pls. The smokes are gone. Give me grace. Like you have. Give me a wonder. Like you have. Brush my skin with wind and my lips with honey.

Yup. Making sure the dentist appoitmment is done by a super pretty girl on really negative venus mars aspects. Still being manipulated into being a queer. All they do is arrange for me to have negative relations with the oppostire sex.

Noy going to the dentist in the 17th. Cant have it on a day of my chossing. Uh?

Anal sucks. Its gross, its smelly, harzardous, and no happy ending. Here come madsage my earloob eith a Q-tip. Itll be mindblowing. An dim a little confused by whomever personalize this general horascipe app of mine. No passion, no fate, no romance. During a transiting mars square venus aspects. With a moon/saturn conjunction in connunction to natal moon. During a lunar eclipse while. Moving away from a sun trine mars to a sun sextile saturn. Not like i understand astrology at all and neither can i study it. Cause my life isnt my own. And it makes it super convinent form oytside forces to manipulate tour life with.

At work to tries pairing me eith an obnoxious buttlover. And a sissy princess. And a foreign indian who has lost his daddy and is still emotionally vulnerable about it. Im a woman remember im incapable of compassion or sympathy. Because women arent like that. And their even more terrible at pretending like they are then men are. They have lies, deceit, drugs and makeup. Theres nothign real about them. Theres no person behind the mask.

Maybe im just not aueer enough yet. Maybe i need to be brought ot the brink of suicide again. Or maybe i need another hormanal injection so i can fantasize about sucking off menopausal women.

Guess ill never know companionship. Be alone forever. Fighting the erge to kill myself. Peobably wont be around mucj longer. All life has ever sone is fuck me anyway. Therws nothing in it gor me.

Anf there probably somethign else excessivly cruel in store for me.

Hahhaha 40 straight fucken years. Hahha. And everyone thinks its fuckne funny. Maybe if i was as eetard as they are id thinknit be funny too.

She thinks im a badass. Being in the right fighting to entire ficken palbet by myself.

Messing with tbe hormones. Probably did the same when i was a child.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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ANGEL REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: heyyyy, im so happy to see that you’re back, i missed u a lot❤️ i wanted to request 52 and 71 with angel reyes

@aquamento asked: hey hey miss arizaaaa i could i request prompt random 4 and prompt fluffy 73 with angel reyes?❤️

Anon #3 asked: just saw that you’re taking prompts again !!!!!!!! yaaaaay i wanted to request 58 & 65 with angel thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💖

Prompts:

71. “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?”

52. “Let me take care of you”.

73. “Want to share an ice cream?”

4. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

58. “It’s cold, hold me”.

65. “Read for me, I love your voice”.

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Someone starts to hit your door angrily and with some kind of desperation, using the palm of a hand and not the knuckles. Placing the bowl of ice cream on the table, you walk towards the entrance, unlocking the door to open it. Angel is there, staggering and carrying a bottle of tequila in his right hand. He smirks at you, brushing back his hair with the ringed fingers, resting his body against the frame.

“Yuw butiful”.

His voice sounds proud, pointing you with the right forefinger, about to let the bottle fall down but holding it up masterfully before spilling it to your feet.

“Ain't gonna be a cowboy anymo'”.

“You mean… a coward?”

“Ya', that's wha' I said. A cowboy”.

“Are you drunk?”

“Who knus, querrrida?” Angel hiccups, covering his lips with a fist for a second.

“Okay, big guy… Let me take care of you, ain't gonna let you drive back home”.

“Yu ma hom, mami”.

“Sure…” Rolling your eyes, you palm his back as he comes into the house.

After closing the door, you take out of his hands the tequila, leaving it over the auxiliary table in the hall. Then, you proceed to take off the kutte, until he grabs your wrists.

“Wo, mami, tak'it'slowwww… Guv me a kiss fir—first”.

“If you don' let me go, Angel, I'll kick your ass into a cold shower”.

“Da'ya like ma ass?”

“Do you want me to call Bishop?”

“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHHHHH… no”. He places a finger on your lips, pressing them to make you shut up.

“Good. Now, give me the kutte”. You demand pulling away his hand from your face.

He obeys like the good boy he really is. Then, he takes off his boots using his heels and supporting his body against the wall. Angel is drunk. Too drunk that he can't even speak well. And looks so funny and adorable trying to flirt with you. You are finding it too difficult not to tease him, when you watch him walking, stumbling over his own feet, to the sofa before falling down on it with a heavy sigh.

Raising up both eyebrows, containing a loud laugh, you come closer palming his back.

“Hey, make me some space… You're bigger than my sofa”.

“Da'ya wanna know wha mo es' bigge?”

“Fuck, no, Angel”. You can't help but break in laughs finally, sitting in a corner of it when he decides to rest his head on your lap.

“Wha ya wa doen?”

“Watching a movie. Want to share an ice cream?” You ask, taking the bowl with both hands.

“Wa flivo?”

“Pistachio”.

“Foc is tha?”

“Ok, try it”.

You offer him the spoon right to his mouth. He licks it, like a dog, before spitting it over his shirt with a disgusted sob. You laugh again while he complains and curses in a drunk spanish, until your neighbor hits your wall.

“Di ya col Bichop?”

“No, Angel. I didn't call Bishop”. You chuckle putting down the bowl over the floor to get up. “You look like a baby”.

“I can be whatava ya wan, mami”.

“Take off your shirt, before you… stain it all”.

“Ef ya wanna see ma nakid jast tell me”.

“Por Dios, stop talking, Angel”.

“Shot ma ap”.

“Yeah, I wish I could really shoot you right now”.

Having to help him, you undress the old Reyes, throwing down the shirt. And before you can press the play to continue with the movie, he grabs your arms to hug himself with them.

“It's cold, hold me”.

You try to get comfy by lying your body down under Angel's, and resting his back on your stomach. He has his eyes closed, with his callous hands touring your knees and your legs from top to bottom. You know how drunk he is, and you're not going to take any advantage, but you like him too much just to not feel anything right now. Your fingers do their work too, watching the film oblivious on the TV, stroking his bare chest with ephemeral caresses.

Under his warm skin you can feel his heart beating quietly, just like his breath. You're not sure if he's sleeping or if he's resting his mind, but he jumps a little between your arms when your phone dings.

“Wasap? Wha's tha'? Where the fuck is ma shirt?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ…” You're laughing again, bowing on the table to take your phone.

“Who is? Ya bofren? Lemme fack hem up”.

Angel begins to throw up some punches to the air, as if he was boxing, making you frown and wrinkle the nose. Bishop is asking you if Angel is there, because he spent the night telling them that he was going to propose to you. You're blushing so fast that even the drunk man notices it.

“Tall ya bofren to fack hem, am ya bofren now”.

“Is your jefe, asking for you”.

“Read da text. Read fo me, I luv ya voice”.

“No, Angel. You should sleep”.

“Bu here with ya”.

“Angel, you weigh a lot”.

“Da'ya wan—”.

“Fuck, no. Stop”. You laugh again, trying to get up while he clings onto your body like an octopus. “Angel, please… Let me go”.

“No…” He sobs once and again, grabbing you stronger. “I came wolken from da club, don' go, plez”.

“Oh, shit… Let me… lie a little comfy at least”.

And he does. Of course he does, after walking for almost one hour to your house, even if it is no more than ten minutes away. Molding your body to his, you turn off the TV, placing your head over a cushion. You fall asleep sooner than you thought you could do it, with Angel resting peacefully on your stomach.

But when your eyes open up again, he's not there anymore. Not even his boots. Not even his kutte. For a second you think that maybe it was a dream, but your shirt smells like him too much. You sigh heavily putting your gaze on the rooftop. He was so close. So close of asking you out that it hurts a little to know that he probably won't remember what happened.

The doorbell ringing pushes you back to reality, getting up from the sofa and having to stretch your back and arms, before starting to walk towards the hall. Somewhat upset you open it, having a flashback of last night. Angel is there again, holding two cardboard glasses of coffee and a small bag.

“I think I owe you an apology”. He's trying to not sound ashamed, but he looks too adorable to think about it.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“I shouldn't have come… drunk. I just…” He purses his lips wrapped in a bundle of nerves, offering you what seems to be breakfast.

“You just what?” You ask then, holding it and leaving him enough space to come in.

“I like you”.

“Should I say that I didn't notice it?” You're holding a sarcastic laugh in your throat, closing the door and leading your feet to the living room.

Angel shakes his head following you, until he's finally in front of you again.

“Listen… I don't know what I said last night, I don't know what I did. I just… woke up without my shirt and betwe—”.

“You spit my ice cream all over your shirt like a fucking five years old eating… baby food”.

“Oh, shit…”

Now, he's more ashamed. Angel covers his face with both hands, drowning there a growl. And you can't help but break in laughs shaking your head.

“Then you… begin to… punch the air 'cause you thought my boyfriend texted me. I don' know, maybe you were feeling like the fucking Conor McGregor”.

“Oh, shit…” He repeats, looking at you between his fingers. “I'm so fucking sorry, I swear”.

“Was a… curious night. I had so much fun”.

“Fuck, I swear I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I only... remember to tell Bishop that I wanted to propose to you”.

“Yeah, he texted me. I just hope you won't do it”.

“Wh—Wha—Why?”

“Angel, the only night we have spent together, you were drunk. I'm not gonna marry you”.

“Not now, but one day”.

“Ahm… yeah, Angel. Not now”.

“But you want to marry me”.

“Maybe. One day. But we can start for a date”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes

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midnight-moonlight-and-mars · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Shy!Bucky x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Summary: Bucky was in love with his best friend Agent Y/n but always was too shy about well anything when it came to her. When Bucky confesses his love to her in a cramped situation, will Y/n feel the same?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea...” Bucky said to Y/n a bit concerned about her intense enthusiasm.

“Come ON Buck it would be suuuper fun. You’ll love it I promise. Pretty Please??” Y/n said dragging Bucky along nearly begging.

“I guess I can try it.” Bucky sighed giving in.

Y/n squealed with excitement at his surrender and proceeded to pull Bucky by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

They trailed down the winding halls of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to a secluded room on the left. Swiping their cards to open the door, it only opened to more but darker hallways. Finally reaching their destination, Y/n swiped her card once more to open an inventory room with highly classified confiscated weapons and even ones considered too dangerous for using without specialized training.

Y/n ‘s mouth was nearly drooling at the sight of them. She wasn’t there to steal anything, as she was asked to test them. She was there mainly there for having explosive weapons in her hands. Y/n brought Bucky along because she wanted a back up in case something went wrong but also Bucky is her friend.

"Make sure you put this suit on. This is just a precaution if we find anything radioactive or with dangerous chemicals." Y/n tossed Bucky a spare suit while quickly slipping hers on.

"I can't believe they have this many just sitting here... You could weaponize an entire army with these." Bucky nervously gazing at the rows upon rows of shelves stacked with sealed black cases.

"Its amazing right?? Grab anything that hasn't been checked already and just have at it. We've got a lot to cover." Y/n said already picking her fair share of boxes.

Y/n traced the shelf with her fingers looking aimlessly for the perfect one to play with scientifically test for inventory. Bucky on the other hand was carefully reading each label on every box to see what would be fitting to test.

As Bucky finally picked out sonmething that appeared to be a glorified flamethrower, the S.H.I.E.L.D. red alarm went off. Sirens filled the room and echoed throughout the whole facility, causing the lights to dim and the walls to be painted with red flashing.

The red alarm means there is an intruder or a hostile situation like an attack or a fire on the premisis. Following the balring alarm sound, an announcement came over the P.A. system calling all available agents to the control room.

"Shit" Bucky and Y/n both said simultaneously muttered quickly trying undress out of their hazmat suits and seal away any weapons they moved or opened.

Just as Bucky was about to head out the door, he looked over Y/n to see she was struggling to get her suit off.

"Seriously?!! It's fucking stuck!" The suit zipper caught her clothes and began to rip them as she tried to untangle. The more she struggle the more the rest of the suit tangled as well causing her to fall over.

"Hold on." Bucky rushed over and swatted her hands away as he braced to ferociously rip the zipper off her clothes. Normally this would work, but of course in an emergency, it doesn't. He tried one more time, but instead just pulling the zipper off, he ripped her shirt in half. Great.

"Uuuuh.... Sorry." Bucky sat there frozen as he noticed the large chunk of cloth still caught in the zipper and a large part of Y/n midriff exposed.

"Seriously??! You had to just freaking destroy my clothes too??" Y/n said trying really hard not to hit him. After a moment of cursing and untangling from the suit, Y/n finally stood up and reached for the door.

Its locked. The door is locked. The door is FUCKING LOCKED. Refusing to believe her luck is this bad, Y/n shook the door handle, kicked it, tried hitting the now blocked window on it, and ultimately failing.

"Great. Just great. You know I was having so much fun already ya know? This is just the cherry on top." Y/n at this point was a nervous but angry wreck trying not to cry.

Bucky trying to be optimistic tried kicking the door doen and using his metal arm to punch a hole through but it barely scratched the surface. In such a high security room like this, they would obiously be using high security doors. It would be no use to swipe their cards either because those systems would be shut down or minimized to select areas.

Basically they were now stuck.

"Should we use the weapons? I'm sure there's something here we can use to break this door down." Bucky said looking towrads Y/n for confirmation.

"It'd be pointless. Most of the heavy duty weapons are connected to high tech cases that will shut down immediately following a lockdown. This room is also designed to withstand damage as powerful as a nuke inside and out. We're safe in here, but we're sitting ducks." Y/n leaned against the wall and slid to the floor thinking about how long they were goimg to be there.

"Great. So we're stuck for god knows how long when people are probably getting killed out there and there's nothing we can do." Bucky threw one last ear splitting punch to the door that still sustained no damage. Finally giving up, Bucky plopped down right next to her.

A moment of silence filled the space between them as the siren still sounded in the background. Bucky took a breath, then letting the reality of his situation finally sink in. He's stuck in a room with her. There is no one in the world he'd rather be with. Everyone knows the cliche story of people that like each other getting stuck in elevators together and how they confess how they feel and etc. This could be his chance.

He looked over to her and took in her features. Despite her looking dissheveled, sweaty, and exhausted, she still looked so beautiful. Every time he's around Y/n he feels shy but happy every time they spend time together.

Bucky's heart started racing just thinking about her and being alone with her in a closed space with lives on the line. This is not what he had in mind for his evening but he wasn't entirely against it. Everything he's tried to say suffocates him to silence. This was going to be a long wait.

"Wanna play a game?" Y/n said turning to Bucky at last breaking the tense silence like a knife.

"What kind of game?" Bucky said taking a breath of relief at something to do.

"Never have I ever?" She said willing to take suggestions

Like an dorky idiot, he regretfully agreed. Games like these lead to personal things and sometimes intimate things and Bucky wasn't entirely sure he was ready for that.

At first it was playful and even funny. Like never having sushi, or getting a parking ticket. Then, as always, gets deep and personal.

Without trying to sound pitiful or depressing, Y/n spoke on hee next turn. "Never have I ever... been in love."

Bucky was taken aback by her words. She seemed to say it playfully without realizing how it sounded. As he thought about it, she's never mentioned a boyfriend before or girlfriend for that matter. It also discouraged him to think that she might not have feelings for him after all.

"Really? Like ever?" Bucky asked just to be sure she wasn't just exaggerating.

"I mean I have wanted to be and wished I was but I've never really was sure of my feelings and being unsure feels the same as not. I have never lied about my feelings like I used to. The last time I did I hurt them and I don't want to do that anymore ya know? Doesn't mean I don't have feelings now, but I can a bit closed off..." It felt good to get something like that off her chest, even it stung a little.

"And that's fine, you're not obligated to and you can't force it either. But I have been in love and I think I am right now to be honest." Bucky said visibly nervous now but smiling thinking about just how much she doesn't know.

"Oh yeah? Who does the Winter Soldier have in mind?" Y/n pressed inching closer to him.

"Aw man she's amazing. She has this amazing smile and such a bright personality. She's also fiery and can have a temper sometimes but she still manages to have the biggest heart. Everything she does just makes me laugh and or feel butterlfies. I feel like she knows me better than most people and is always there when I need her and even when I think I don't she's there anyway. I wish you could to know her and see what I see when see her... she's imperfectly perfect." Somewhere along the lines he got carried away and wasn't shy when he talked about her as someone else. It was like confessing without implicating yourself, or in this case, someone else.

"Wow. Sounds like you're head over heels for her. She's lucky to have you. I bet she feels the same way about you Barnes. I mean she's gotta right?" Y/n said trying to guess about who he was talking about.

"Well we've always been just friends so I'm not usually this outward with my feelings about you..." Bucky said without realizing he just gave it all away. When he did, he felt his heart drop into his stomach like a stone. The siren still going in the background was the same sound that rang through his mind.

"What?So wait you're talking about me? You have feelings for me is what you're saying. You are joking right?" Y/n couldn't believe it. This whole time he was... maybe this was new or just a misunderstanding or... or... she doesn't know!

"Shit. Im sorry this is not how I wanted to tell you I was gonna wait to be sure if you felt the same it just slipped out and I'm sorry I didn't want this to be in the way of anything I just..." By now Bucky was crouched on the floor with his head in hands shaking. He couldn't talk anymore he would just make it worse for both of them so the best he could was try not to cry. He had a strong face but inside he felt weak and sick.

Y/n took a deep breath and made her way over to him. She stood there for a moment trying to find something to say but instead she just took him in a warm embrace. Bucky was suprised but didn't hesitate to hug her back. When she pulled from his embrace she finally spoke:

"I may have never loved before, doesn't mean I can't now. I would be lying if I said I never thought about us or how I feel about you. I don't know how far my feelings go, but I know they've gone the farthest and is still going. Hearing you talk about that girl you liked I admit I was a bit jealous thinking she was getting all of you're attention. Finding out it was me actually made me really happy on the inside. So if I'm being honest I think I might be in love with you too."

Now facing each other, Bucky couldn't help but kiss her and she most definitely kissed back. They might have gotten carried somewhere along the lines but thankfully it didn't go too far. Yet.

Pulling away to breathe, they held on to each other laughing at their messy hair and uncomfortable position on the floor and stood up.

As soon as they got their feet, the sirens and the lights go out and the lights brighten up the whole room. The doors slowly unlock and all the weapons cases whirr in electrical sounds as well as the other systems.

Bucky and Y/n jump and cheer and excitement that leads to celebratory kissing. To be honest, they forgot there was any danger at all.

The metal security doors finally slid open to reveal a very confused Steve Rogers seeing the two of them making out and parts of Y/n clothes ripped off along with both of thier messy hair.

"Sooo... Fondue?"

Tagged: @imaginechick

A/N: I took some liberites on this one. If anything is spelled wrong I apologize but im not fixing it lol i have edited this thing long enough. Hope you enjoy and please give me feedback! Thanks for reading💘

-K

#marvel imagines #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #steve rogers x reader #the winter solider imagine #the avengers #marvel's sheild

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survivor-tierradelfuego · 4 years ago

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Ep. 12: “everyone is feeling pity for me...WHICH IS AMAZING” - Pedro

Najwah

I don't think I'm good at survivor lmao. I don't like what it's doing to me. Initially the blindsiding and voting put felt like nothing but it's getting so hard every day. I've known these people for almost a month now and I've grown so close to them. These feelings of paranoia and trying to go after people is just a lot. Also the idea of using people pisses me off. I told Cody and Sarah that my bond with Amy wasn't like that but they still felt as though they needed to try to get Amy "for the numbers" instead of trying to talk to Pedro or something - which annoys me. I don't want to use people for numbers. I don't want to use people at all. My perspective has changed completely. I'm still PLAYING but as I say repeatedly, my connections with humans is more important than an ego boost that comes with winning. Amy finally contacted me again after I asked her whether she was angry with me. She said yes bc I didn't choose her as my closest ally in the previous challenge. Thanks again James. So basically she saw I chose someone else, but she chose me as her closest ally. And I chose her as the person I trust the most and she chose Maddison? Am I not supposed to be mad at that too? I just miss her. We had such a fun friendship going. Now it's just scrambling and game talk with Sarah and Cody. It's a lot. I'm still not sure whether I want to tell Sarah about my super idol but I'm guessing Cody already had. That's why he's pressurising me to tell Sarah lmao. Also I'm not sure where their heads are at and how they feel about me. Whether they are just keeping me here because of my superidol. Either way, I guess I'm glad to be here.

Olivia A

Cody has been VERY enthusiastic about the fact that he wants to work closely with me moving forward. In this challenge, however, when given the choice to take away Pedro’s immunity or my immunity, he took away mine!! That was very telling that they are trying to pull Pedro in for numbers and don’t actually want to work with us lol. Kinda stupid of them.

Maddison

Pedro keeps scrapping by and is definitely now working with old Hanuha... Pedro! you’re on the bottom with them!! (and us too, oop)

Pedro A

okay everyone is feeling pity for me...WHICH IS AMAZING.....i can use that to get a little further in the game...even tho i still think my days are numbered....BUT I THINK WE MIGHT GET MADDISON´S ass out of game..its my only chance to stay lol

Aimee

I dedicate this song to Maddison! Alina Baraz - Trust https://youtu.be/Akgs6Lu0AiI I’m so happy I can trust you in this game. I feel it. You really comforted me when Grae and then Ben got their torches snuffed. You have never wronged me and I think I’m a good judge of character. We just click. I’m glad I can just pour all myself out to you and all my game thoughts. You never know when you’re the next one off the skype island and I want you to know everything. I’m not writing your name down in this game. Old Hanuha it’s gonna have to blindside me a 4th time. Lol and I’m closer with Pedro in this game than they realize. So if they try to pull his vote, hopefully I will know. 🤞 I honestly hope I wasn’t too suspicious on last immunity challenge that I never cut your rope. I wish you didn’t get out first round in this one! 😢😟 Aimee

Pedro has really helped pass the time at jury duty today. It’s fun chatting with him about the legal systems in our countries and cracking jokes at each other. Speaking of game for a moment, you can’t just ignore someone in this game like Pedro and treat them like an outcast and then expect to use them when you see fit. I have a genuine connection with him and even now I’m sitting here wondering.... do I save him this vote? There’s a lot to consider. It’s funny how old Hanuha thinks they can just grab any old Maola and work with them. Sorry guys you might be a little bit late to that game. I’ve heard from just about all of them how disingenuous old Hanuha is being. Hahahahaha sorry but I’ve been there with all of old Maola WAY before you have. They can see that I’ve been forthcoming and building relationships for days and not some last minute sketch as hell thing. It truly pays off to not lie or be messy when you have no reason to be. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been blindsided and left out so much....I had no choice but to adapt my game. Maybe one day you’ll find out what that’s like too? I’ve been thinking so many steps far ahead and predicting potential moves before they happen. It’ll take a lot for them to get an old Maola vote without me knowing about it. https://64.media.tumblr.com/5edf24d4321044ba332b90b161d0f442/587280b4d69b93c7-b5/s400x600/8f010451e459cb39058854d9655031b4bb9b617f.gifv

Maddison

I know I’m a target again tonight, so its a good thing I have the idol in my pocket.

Olivia A

Maddison found an idol!! We think they are going to go for Maddison so she’ll play it for herself and we’re going to vote Cody out. He might have an idol too, though, so we might switch it to Najwah and hope they don’t expect that. I think we have Aimee with us so if we get Cody or Najwah out we’ll be in the majority.

Najwah

So the plan initially was to get Olivia out but Amy L messaged me to tell me that her tribe is trying to get Aimee on board to vote me out? And apparently Pedro is on board with that too. However, Amy wants to get Maddison out but just not right now. And that's problematic because I really wish Amy would work with me. At what point does she want to work with me I don't understand. Also, she's talking to Pedro about her and my alliance and its starting to freak me out. For some reason she thinks I'm at the bottom of my alliance? Sigh. So she told us Olivia has an idol which puts a spanner in the works. It's two hours to tribal and I think I'm about to get blindsided lmao. Unless I vote for Amy, this is a high possibility. If she just came to work with me to get Maddison out, I could protect her but as long as she's part of their alliance, I can't really do much. I honestly wish she'd just vote with us. I don't want to get her out. I wanted an African Queen final. She suggested that we get Maddison or Olivia out and then she, her and Pedro and Maddison start our own alliance and get Cody, Sarah and Aimee out. And then Maddison and it's her, me and Pedro in the final. 💀 I just.. I don't want to betray people to that extent. Yes it's a game but also, it's just a game. I hate that I'll have to write Amy down for this. HATE It and it makes me fucking sad but whyyyyy won't she just work with us. Now she has my fake idol too dammit. We could trick Maddison so easily. Ugh. I just hope she'd change her mind within the next couple of hours. I really don't want to lose the one person I trust in this game. Fuck. While Magnificent Maddison is still in? Our game could definitely go to shit. Who's to say Aimee won't vote with Maddison and Pedro next. Why are we not getting the biggest threat out? I don't understand. Even Amy thinks she's a threat but when it comes doen to it she just never wants to vote her? Whyyyyyy

Sarah

My video link won’t upload so... I’ll send this in for now.

For tonight’s vote, the four old Hanuha and Pedro want to vote together and we don’t have too much of a preference who we vote for. But, Naj found out through Amy that Olivia has an idol so we can either make it sound like we are voting Olivia or Maddison and hopefully flush an idol. So I talked to Naj and said I think we may be safer to vote Amy because we know an idol won’t be played on her and Amy won’t vote with or work with Naj completely. Amy is just being a messagener so she’s not really worth keeping around if she won’t work with us. Also, I don’t think Aimee wants to vote Olivia or Maddison. So the plan is to blindside Amy tonight and hopefully nothing crazy happens with advantages.

Olivia A

Amy A

There’s so much happening in my personal life and this game is my sanity which is funny because it’s ANYTHING but sane in here. The vote is going bonkers once again. I don’t know what will happen. There are names everywhere. I just hope I survive another night.

Olivia A

So the official plan is to vote Najwah. Amy told Pedro that we’re voting Cody so hopefully he relays that false info to Hanuha people. He also accidentally sent Amy some messages along the lines of “amy and maddison want me to vote w them but don’t even tell me the plan...” lmao so we have it confirmed that he’s telling Hanuha everything. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing that Pedro didn’t include me in that/assume I’m working with them. Maybe I am a goat! Not sure. Everything Maddison has done (whom everyone thinks is the big target) is something that I also did. We’ve been working in collaboration literally the whole game and come up with all plans together. That doesn’t feel like a goat to me.

Pedro A

I'm FUCKING SCAREDDDDD....like I don't trust Maddison and olivia....why would I vote with them...but at the same time...... I would just get 6th and 5th...LIKE COME ON...from the bottom to the powerful position..Idk how much more I can take...IM DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGG KILL ME ALREADY...sorry im literally a psycho ...#streampsycho by red velvet THO....but at the same time...Amy wants me to vote Cody......I CAN'T BE THE LAST MALE IN THE GAME....everyone will come for me

Maddison

I know I’m a target again tonight, so its a good thing I have the idol in my pocket.

Olivia A

Ahhh now Amy is being sus. She said she started talking to Najwah pretending she was interested in flipping to get info. But she never shared that w Maddison and me while it was happening so that makes me think she was actually interested in flipping. Also she apparently told Najwah that Maddison and I are super close! I don’t like that. I feel like I’m going home tonight.

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/l8RU7yci6kY

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/u5Wj3o0jqZE

#episodes

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likeadove · 7 years ago

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Anonymous said: just wanted to tell u that i finished wcpah on a train and the fic almost made me miss my stop it was THAT good had to run off the last second hahahahah

Anonymous said: holy fuck bethany you have no idea I'm so sad about this book ending bc for real its gotten me through a lot these past few months (been reading since chap 6 baby) and honestly my only source of happiness after this will be nest of salt. From the bottom of my heart thank you so much for everything youve doen with this story. Its magnificent. (and you wrote the smut wonderfully don't even worry)

Anonymous said: I just can’t. So good. I already want to start begging for one shots.

Anonymous said: That was fkn stupendous and I am so grateful to be able to read your stories <3

Anonymous said: I actually screamed when I saw the lyrics for this chapter. Thank God none of my roommates are home because the whole thing had a me screaming/sobbing. Like how did you manage to make that so beautiful? I cried? They love each other so much and you showed that in the way they did it.

Anonymous said: ben and rey crying after doing it is the most canon thing ever canoned

Anonymous said: I just wanted to let you know that the most recent chapter of WCPAH is amazingly beautiful. it made me sad because ive never had that good of sex lol. your writing was fantastic, everything felt so real and i think you waited until the perfect time in their story for this to happen. you did a fantastic job! Thanks for sharing it with us! :)

Anonymous said: that ending killed me oh my gosh. im smiling like an idiot

Anonymous said: I can't believe it's almost over. It's so amazing and I love it so much and I'm just so sad and happy and idk man. You've done it, like really done it, knocked it out of the park. I'm experiencing such a wide array of emotions and I seriously don't know what to do.

Anonymous said: Me right now: 😭😃😥😍😖🤯😵😏😱😫😘😞😁

Anonymous said: literally one of the most satisfying things i have ever read. you did it. you gone dun it. cannot remember why i wanted them to get down when she was 18 anymore haaa. This is oh so very right. All equal parts sexy, sweet, hot, beautiful. Thank you from the bottom of my reylo heart. what will i do without these two and your updates!!?! excuse me while i re read this chapter for the 4th time. because duhhhhhhhh

Anonymous said: lemme just say my thoughts on the last chapter- aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH im telling you now im gonna cry like a baby when WCPAH is over bc it's been such a wonderful ride and ive been around since chapter 1 was posted and i stumbled across the then baby fic and had never listened to the music Ben and rey do until recently and i found chapter 1 to be cute so i thought id stick around for chapter 2 totally unaware that almost 60 chapters later i myself not wanting it to end. Thank you for this❤

Anonymous said: literally cried when I saw you updated. woman you have done it. you wrote possibly the best smut/fan fiction these eyes have ever read. blown away from the way you lived up to hype for this sex scene- like surpassed my wildest expectations&gave us perfection. ben was so eager, aggressive&gentle all at the same time. we could count on rey to take matters into her own hands. girl knows what she wants. cannot wait for them to fill the house with their art, memories, milkshake machine, dogs&kiddos.

Anonymous said: So, it took me about half an hour to read through this chapter (56), because I had to stop to internally scream, or digest the fact that IT(!!) was finally happen like every two words. Words cannot describe the satisfaction that this chapter gave me. FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! You killed it, as per usual, and I am continuously in awe of your skill. I’m not ready for this to be over, but thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for letting us come along on this ride with you, and Ben and Rey. ❤️

Anonymous said: Idk if this is gonna sound really fucking lame to you, but your story gave me a reason to look forward to a new day, thank you for this! I am so glad i found your story, you had me at "90s grunge Ben Solo"

Anonymous said: First of all, I love you. Second of all, you are a master and a bloody wizard. Third, the last chapter from Ben's POV would make me die and go to heaven. I want to know his thoughts and feelings during *the scene*. Is that on the horizon? If not, that's ok - I'm happy with anything you give us! My brain keeps going over all the saucy details and starts fluttering when I think about what might come next. Sorry for being weird but I FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS AND IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU.

Anonymous said: That was some pretty dope as shit smut Bethany like holy fuck

Anonymous said: that was literally the best sex scene I have ever read. so real and complex!! favorite fic of all time for sure

Anonymous said: your story came out on week two of my multi month bed-rest-ploza. i have been reading and healing along with these two ever since. thank you for the fluff, distraction, angst, music suggestions and companionship from your story and the world you created. this last update was everything i could have wanted and more. so sad that this story is wrapping up soon. excited to see where you take these two and reading more of your stories. <3

Anonymous said: I just wanna say that 'we could plant a house' was such an important story for me. It actually inspired me to write again IT WAS JUST THAT GOOD. I love you and I want to thank you for sharing this beautiful, heartbreaking fic with us what a fucking blessing honestly you're a goddess, never stop writing ❤️ And like yo when's the next update I'm dying

Anonymous said: Okay so I’ve been here from about the beginning and omg what am I going to do without this fic?! This is definitely my favourite reylo fic and what am I going to read once it’s gone?! I love it so much!!

You are all beautiful, wonderful people. Sometimes it overwhelms me (in a good way) when y’all say that this story helped you through a rough time or inspired you to write/do art again, because it’s so surreal that my silly fic I started in January to get out my Reylo angst and give me an excuse to listen to a lot of 90′s music could possibly have this effect on others. I’m so glad my work means this much to you guys, that you guys have continued to read despite how many times I came for your feels or made you cry. You guys mean the world to me; it’s been so lovely getting to go on this journey with you all. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do once it’s finished. Be very depressed, I expect. We can all send each other virtual hugs and cookies <3

#answering the anons #welp now im emotional

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Harvest of Friends (A Prairie AU)

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Within the next few weeks of both Anna and Kristoff living at the old shack, Kristoff had made some repairs to the barn and was soon preparing to build them a house big enough for their future to start in.

“Im thinking that maybe we should add some windows by the door,” Kristoff had mentioned one night while he was holding his wife dearly close to his heart, “so that maybe we could see the stars out at night.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna rolls her eyes, “you and I both know that the stars would only come out at night while we’re sleeping.”

“I know.”

“But I think that it would be nice to have a view of the moon in our new room, Kristoff.” Anna smirks at her husband.

“Anna,” her husband laughs, “didn’t you just say that we should be in bed, so that the moon and stars could come out?”

“Yes and,” his wife gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek, “maybe I would like to stay up and see the moon in the sky.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” Anna sighs as she adjusted herself in their bed, “now get some sleep. We both got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes my feistypants.” her husband yawns, just before sleep had consumed the both of them. “Good night, Anna.”

“Good night, Kristoff.” Anna had shivered from the drafty walls, causing her husband to pull her instinctively close for warmth and comfort.

By the next morning, Anna had woken up to his side being completely empty and cold.

“Hmmm...” Anna yawns as she stretches her arms out in bed. “I wonder where he went.”

“Kristoff,” Anna had called out as she walked on out the door of their shack, “where are you?”

“Over here!” her husband had shouted out from the barn.

“Oh,” Anna gives him a curious glance, “what are you doing over there?”

“Well I’ve already told you that the roof was in need to be fixed.” he answers with the sweat from his brow.

“I see,” Anna nods while she walked towards the barn, “now when do you plan on getting our home started?”

“Possibly tomorrow,” her husband breathes, “or maybe even later this afternoon.”

“When do you think that you’ll be finished?” Anna asks while she placed a hand over her eyebrows.

“Well Almanzo said that he’ll help me,” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear, “so I’m guessing by the end of next week.”

“Oh good.”

“Yes,” her husband nods in appreciation, “then I should be able to plant a crop right after.”

“Now Kristoff,” Anna gives him a warning look, “don’t you think that you may just be overworking yourself a little too soon?”

“Anna,” Kristoff gives her a long kiss, “I’m doing this for our future. I want our future to be here, that’s all.”

“I understand,” Anna looks down at the dirt, “but I’ll be worried about you.”

“Hey don’t worry about me.” Kristoff lifts her chin up. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Anna rolls her eyes just as a young family was riding on up in their wagon. “Oh look, the Wilders are here Kristoff.”

“Well they sure are.” her husband smiles as they were waving at the young family in their wagon.

That afternoon

“Mrs. Bjorgman,” a young brunette-haired little girl had approached Anna in the little shack, “can you tell us about Mr. Bjorgman?”

“Jenny.” another woman had chastised the little girl. “We don’t ask those questions. It’s a bit rude.”

“Oh Laura,” Anna rolls her eyes while she was sewing some patterns on a quilt, “it’s alright. Now Jenny when I first met Kristoff, he was nothing but a grumpy man.”

“Really?” Jenny’s eyes went wide as saucers as she was playing with Baby Rose.

“Yes,” Anna smiles fondly, “he was so stubborn and didn’t really like me. He didn’t even like being around people; he preferred to be alone.”

“Well now he’s not alone,” Laura gives her dear friend a knowing glance, “since he’s got you as his wife.”

“True.”

“Well that sounds like a fairytale ending.” Jenny states to the older women.

“How so Jenny?” Anna quirks an eyebrow.

“Well I don’t know,” Jenny shrugs her shoulders, “it just does.”

“Pardon me ladies,” a young man had entered into the shack, “but both me and Kristoff were able to get a strong foundation down for the new house.”

“Oh that’s wonderful Manly!” Laura claps her hands with excitement. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Anna?”

“Of course,” Anna adds just as she was finishing up with the last patch on her quilt, “that does sound wonderful.”

“Now Kristoff told me that my family and I should get going.” Almanzo states. “C’mon Laura and Jenny let’s go. Anna, we’ll be back here bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh Uncle Almanzo,” Jenny calls out just before her and Baby Rose had walked on out the door, “I’ve got school in the morning.”

“How about this Jenny,” Laura begins to bargain with her niece, “instead of you going on out to the creek with your friends, you could meet us here at their place.”

“Sure.” Jenny beams with excitement, “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Bjorgman.”

“See you tomorrow, Jenny.” Anna waves at the little girl from her rocking chair.

“Well we best be going, Anna.” Laura smiles as she gives her friend a warm hug. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Anna replies back, “oh and don’t forget about the fabric that you were going to lend to me.”

“I won’t.” Laura calls out just as her and her husband had reached their wagon. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Anna waves at the young couple just before they were heading on out by wagon.

What a lovely family. Anna had thought as she walked on back into the little shack. I’m so glad that I got to see Laura and Jenny and even little Rose.

She was happy to have some friends just to keep her company, but what she’s even more excited about was her new home was being built.

“Well now I guess I should be getting a start on supper.” Anna sighs as she made her way into the small makeshift kitchen. “I wonder what we should be having for tonight?”

“Anything sounds good for now.” a voice had echoed throughout the small shack.

“Oh so how about some vegetable stew and some bread?” Anna had suggested as she began to cut up some of the vegetables on the table next to their fireplace.

“Well that sounds good to me, Anna.” her husband answers with delight while he was washing himself off outside with the barrel full of water.

“Oh it will, Kristoff.” Anna rolls her eyes as she placed the cut up vegetables in the pot over the fireplace.

“Anna,” Kristoff began as he stepped right on into their home, “as much as I would love to sit down and eat...”

“You would prefer to stand up and work on the new house.” Anna finishes for her husband.

“Ah yes.” her husband let’s out with a sigh of relief.

“Well,” Anna states as she places her hands at her hips, “I understand that you would like to work on our house.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re not going to finish that house on an empty stomach.” Anna states as a matter-of-factly to her husband.

“But Anna.”

“But nothing,” Anna folds her arms against her chest, “now I want you to sit down with me for supper and then you can resume your work on our house.”

“Alright.” her husband sighs in defeat.

“Now go on and work on our house,” Anna began shooing her husband away, “and I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”

“Yes feistypants.” Kristoff nods in agreement as he walked on out the door.

“Thank you.” Anna smiles with such accomplishment in her voice as she continued on making her rounds in the kitchen.

Later on that evening

It was almost midnight, by the time Kristoff had crawled under the covers of their bed.

“Kristoff,” his wife had whispered, “is that you?”

“Yes.” he answers as she turned around to face him in the dark.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Kristoff gives her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh,” she mouthes as they held each other close, “but that’s really late, honey.”

“I know.”

“And eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, Kristoff.”

“I know Anna. I just want to have our house to be ready, real soon.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna whispers just before she had fallen back asleep, “you sound like Laura’s father, from when she was a little girl.”

“Oh?”

“Like how her father was all about getting their house doen in record time.” Anna continues. “She told me that her father wanted to have the family all moved in before winter had settled in.”

“Oh.”

“Kristoff,” Anna murmurs in her sleep, “can you promise me one thing?”

“Sure, Anna.”

“Promise me that you’ll take it easy once everything else has been taken care of.” Anna sighs.

“I promise Anna.” her husband smiles just before they both had fallen asleep.

Over the next few days, Kristoff was working really hard at building their future home. From laying down the foundation with sod and wood, to both him and Almanzo building the structure sturdy and sound. He knew that he wanted to finish the house within the next few days, yet he didn’t expect himself to be so bone-tired at night. At least I’ll be able to get the houes finished. he thought as him and Almanzo were fixing up the exterior roof. Then maybe we could start a family afterwards.

“Thinking about something, Kristoff?” Almanzo had asked as he was laying down some wooden shingles.

“Ah yeah,” he answers with a bit of embarassment, “just thinking.”

“About?”

“Raising a family.” Kristoff blushes making his close friend smile.

“Well that sounds like a good thought.” Almanzo grins at Kristoff.

“Yeah.” Kristoff coughs as they continued on working on the roof. “We better get this roof taken care of. I’ve promised Anna that we’d be done by mid-afternoon.”

“Alright sounds good.” his friend had agreed.

While the men folk were busy tending to the roof of the new home, the women folk were busy unpacking some items that were going to be in the new place.

“So Anna,” Laura gives her friend a warm smile as she pulled out an old quilt from the chest in the adjacent room, “where did you get this? It looks so beautiful.”

“My ma made it just before I was born.” Anna answers while she was polishing up some of the silverware that was in a small case.

“Oh,” Laura sighs as she places the quilt back into the chest, “well it looks very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura states as she fixes up her long brown skirt a bit. “Your parents sure must be proud of you and your husband for coming out here.”

“Well I guess so.” Anna nods in agreement as she was readjusting her apron over her baby blue dress. “I know that Elsa would also be very proud of us, too.”

“I bet.” her frined was grinning from ear to ear. “Aren’t you excited to be moving into your home, hopefully by the end of the day, today?”

“Oh yes very much so.” Anna answers with such excitement in her eyes. “Both Kristoff and Almanzo have been working very hard on the house.”

“Oh yes.” Laura sighs in relief as they both saw their husbands walk on back to the little shack. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

“I don’t know,” Anna shrugs her shouldrs just as her husband approached her with a smile on his face, “beats me. Oh hello, Kristoff.”

“Hello,” her husband smiles proudly at her, “how are you doing today?”

“Wonderful.” Anna beams with pride. “Now is the house ready?”

“Yes,” he answers making her pull him in for a celebratory kiss, “the house is finished.”

“Well congratulations,” Laura had stated to her close friend, “now shall we get a move on with getting into your new home?”

“Oh yes,” Anna smiles brightly at Laura while her husband was holding her close to his chest, “let’s do that. I want to be in our new home before nightfall.”

“Well that sure does sound like a plan now doesn’t it?” Almanzo had stated while he was standing right at the doorway.

“Of course.” Anna answers with such adoration in her eyes.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Laura laughs cheerfully as she walked on out the door with a basket full of fabric. “Let’s go.”

“Alright Beth,” Almanzo smirks while him and Kristoff were grabbing the chest near the doorway, “thanks Kristoff.”

“No thank you,” Anna answers for her husband just as they all had walked on out the door, “for helping us out.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” Almanzo had huffed out while him and Kristoff were carring the chest towards the new house.

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna cries out with happy tears as she took a long look at the place where they’ll be calling home, “the house, it’s so beautiful.”

And indeed the house was the most beautiful thing that Anna has ever seen. From the beautiful stone chimney rising up along the side of the house to the little patch of flowers surrounding the front entrance. She had smiled at the thought of both her and her husband spending the rest of their live there, doing what they would love to do. From raising crops in the fields to raising a family in their home filled with nothing but love and happiness. Welcom home, Anna. she thought as she followed her husband and their friends to the new home. Welcome home.

“Now what are going to do about Mr. Edwards’ place?” a sweet voice had snapped Anna back into reality.

“Well Mr. Edwards had mentioned that the shack should be torn down for once.” Kristoff states while they all were standing at the entryway. “Besides we can worry about that later, right now let’s get everything into our new house.”

“Yes,” his wife was smiling fondly, “let’s get a move on.”

“Hold on.” Kristoff had chuckled just as he picked up Anna in his arms.

“Kristoff,” Anna shrieks out in laughter as her husband was about to carry her inside, “what on Earth are you doing?”

“Well isn’t it tradition?” Kristoff quirks an eyebrow just as he was about to carry her over their new threshold.

“What for?” Anna asks with a loving look on her freckled face.

“For a man to carry his new bride into their new home?” Kristoff answers while he carried his new bride into their new home.

“Oh Kristoff,” his wife blushes while everyone else had piled on into the new house, “this place is so lovely.”

“Well this place, Anna,” Kristoff huffs as he let’s Anna on out of his arms, “is our new home.”

“Of course,” Anna smiles warmly up at her new husband, “our new home.”

“Well I don’t know about you two.” Laura had interrupted the young couple, “but I think that this house needs to be furnished if you two are planning to live in it.”

“You’re right LAura,” Kristoff smirks at his wife’s dear friend, “let’s get this house all furnished up, before we settle in.”

“Alright.” Anna beams with pride, knowing that they both were going to spend the rest of their lives in Walnut Grove.

Later on that evening aft the Wilders had left the farm, both Anna and Kristoff were sitting out on a stump admiring the sky up above.

“Kristoff,” Anna whispers in her love’s ear, “the sky’s awake!”

“So it is.” he smiles warmly at her. “So are you glad to be home?”

“Yes.” Anna answers.

And indeed they both were so glad to be home.

#frozen fandom #harvest of friends #little house on the prairie au #kristanna fandom #prairie au

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