#im incensed by those shoes

[heavenbarnes]

https://youtube.com/shorts/W2PxUlEZxD8?si=BZGyyfeFlUGExuBe

I’m so sorry but this just makes me think about how older bf!simon’s lady would absolutely take the piss out of him for his choice of 'practical' shoe-wear

NAH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS ON HIS FEET GET RID OF THOSE RIGHT NOW 😭

can he not wear a sexy combat boot or something? looks like he’s about to abandon mission for some rock climbing holy fuck

[yuxmemi-01]

First post! This is Chapter one of Crescent Moon, a twilight fantasy fiction involving my original character.

Abril x Jasper

It was exactly one forty seven in the morning when I recieved the news that id be moving in with my godmother. The first thought I had was, what if im a burden? No one wants to feel that way, I mean—shes only seen me a few times, ive only gone to forks once and that was for the summer, I felt like such a burden, and I dont want to feel that way ever again.

“Too late.”

I say to myself as I walk towards the cheery lady in the grey toyota—Brie, short for Gabriella, my godmother. She isnt able to have kids of her own, so when my parents had me, it was the best day of her life.

Brie moved to forks for a fresh start, kinda like what my parents are doing for me. She graduated from law school and decided it was time to go somewhere she always wanted to go—America, specifically Washingon, but she didnt want to be around a lot of people, so forks was perfect for her, like it will be for me, hopefully.

“So, hows school been?” Small talk, damnit. “Its been fine, a little boring though.” Not just that, its been hell, I wish I could drop out, but I cant, I have too much I need to accomplish.

“Thats too bad, you want to go shopping? You need to fill up that closet in your new room somehow right?” Shes too sweet, she doesnt need to, I know she doesnt want to, I dont want pity.

“Thats really okay, you dont need to-“

“Its okay Querita, lets go get you some cute clothes.” She offers a soft dimpled smile, she could be a model if she really wanted to, Brie has gorgeous shiny black hair with the smoothest skin and perfect teeth, shes forty but looks twenty years younger than that.

The store smells of incense and new clothes, Brie and I split up, she goes to pic out a few things for herself and I go straight to the opposite side of the store, where the granny clothes lay waiting, baggy ugly dresses and oversized hoodies, nice and comfortable…

I pick out a few loose fitting jeans and hoodies, and a pair of shoes, I hope she buys it all.

“Ugh!” Brie gasps dramatically. “Cariña, qué es esto?!” Shit, maybe I did grab too much!

“Im sorry, I can put some back.” I shift my foot to turn but she grabs my arm, “honey no! Those clothes are too big, and wheres the color?” She drags me to the other side of the store, grabs the clothes and throws them on a rack. “We need to get you something cute, make a good impression yknow?” I sigh and cross my arms, “none of these clothes are going to fit me!”

“What are you talking about? Were like the same size.” She gestured to both of our bodies, I laugh. “No we arent, im bigger than you!”

“Hun, no you arent.” She laughs as she picks up a shirt and puts it to my chest, “what bra size do you wear?”

God this is embarrassing, “double D.” “Same here.” She smiles and picks a few more things. We travel isle to isle, grabbing different clothes and underwear for me, why is she doing this? Did my parents tell her to?

“Isnt this too much money?” I say at checkout, the total was way over five hundred. “Of course not! You dont think ive been saving for your move here?” This was planned? How long have they been plotting on my move?

We visit a few other stores, perfume stores, decor stores, music stores. The car is completely full of things that I didnt need, which I couldn’t be more greatful for, I just…dont understand why, why go through all this trouble?

“Home sweet home!” Brie says as we bring in the rest of the bags. “I have to show you your room, come.” She gestures me to hold her hand and we walk up the stairs. We make it to the door and it has a sign with my name on it, she made me a custom sign?

I look at her excited face as the light from the open door hits her face, I turn my head and im met with the most gorgeous room I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. The first thing I see is a bed thats looks like a queen maybe? A pretty black headboard and baseboard, a purple silky sheet set with pillows to match, a rug, bookshelves with a rocking chair on the left side of the room, and to the right has a big closet that looks like it could fit a car.

what the hell did I do to deserve such a good thing?

“Brie…” tears start to well in my eyes, how much did this cost? Why me? “Thank you so much-“ she holds me tight to her chest as I let my tears fall, why is the universe being so good to me all of a sudden?

“How did you know I liked purple?” I reluctantly pry myself away from her “im your mother, I know everything about you.”

She smiles at me, that swells something in my heart, is this what it feels like to be cared for? To be payed attention to? It feels nice….

“You should unpack, I’ll go buy us some dinner.”

She rubs my shoulder and goes downstairs, the sound of the door later follows.

I inspect the room multiple times in disbelief, no way this is mine, I laugh to myself as I rush downstairs to get comfortable in my new room.

Its currently eight O’clock, my room is unpacked and decorated and a shower has been taken, and my stomach is full, I plop down on my bed and take in a deep breath of my new perfume, I could get used to this!

Ive never had such a luxury before, me? have a nice room? Never crossed my mind, ive been in survival mode for most of my life, maybe this is when I finally get to relax…

That night was the night it started, the dreams.

I was in a forest, a very dark forest. I was running, I didn’t know why I was running until I looked beside me, keeping up with me was something that you only see in movies, a golden eyed beast. It had wild light fur, not like anything I’ve ever seen on an animal, a blonde color, actually. It leaps at me and I wake up.

“Gah!” I wake up panting and in a cold sweat, what was that? It’s five in the morning, just great!

I hope out of bed to get ready early, I smile as I make my way to my clothes filled closet, how aesthetically pleasing.

I pick a pair of jeans and a tank top, I just grab a thin jacket to cover my shoulders and stomach, the clothes were a tight fut as expected, i have never felt more vintage in a pair of jeans. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror doing my hair, its muscle memory, I stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago. I eat an apple and yogurt and eventually Brie wakes up to take me to school, I have to buy me a car, I cant depend on others, that wouldn’t be fair.

I get my schedule and start heading towards the main building for first hour, I get plentiful stares, transferring during the second semester was sure to bring multiple glances, damn! I need to get out of here…

I speed up and start to rapidly search for my class, “where is it?-“ I clash with someone mid speed walk, talk about embarrassing, she stumbles and I catch her by the shoulders. “Im so sorry, oh my god I didn’t mean to!”

What a way to make a first impression Abril! I mentally bash myself in the head.

“No it’s fine, all good.” She shakes her head and laughs. She looks at me a second, puzzled. She must know im new, shes never once seen me. While she stares I notice her features, pretty brown big eyes and brown hair with the palest skin I’ve ever seen, how pretty.

“Im sorry! Are you new?” She says with a confused look.

“Yes, I am actually.”

“Figures, ive never seen you around, whats your name?”

“Abril, Abril Torrez” her eyes widen.

“Thats a pretty name, mines is Bella, Bella Swan. Whats your first hour?”

I giggle, “thank you, I have English with Mr. Mason” I smile as she smiles wider, “sweet, We have the same first hour, you were going the wrong way, you passed it.” She points out.

“Oh thats so embarrassing!” I slap my forehead and turn the other way, we start to walk together.

The day goes by relatively fast and I make it to fourth hour, Chemistry.

“Nice to meet you Abril, could you introduce yourself to the class?” What?! Shes the only teacher so far to ask me that, why, why, why!

“Uhm…My name is Abril Torrez, it’s nice to meet you.” My heart is racing from just that one interaction, “okay, now for a seat…ah, you can sit by Hale, Hale raise your hand.” The teacher says, a hand from the left side of the room raises, sitting there was something I would of never thought I would ever see.

Such an ethereal face, those eyes…theyre black and almost primal, he has slight bruises under his eyes, and his face…that build. I couldn’t possibly sit by him, no way.

I cant just stand frozen, so sadly I have no choice. In the left corner, the seat by him was open, chills ran down my spine as the atmosphere shifts almost instantly, I cant look him in the eye, but I can tell hes nit happy, hes stiff as a board….almost as if he isn’t breathing, does he not want to sit next to me that bad? His demeanor was off the entire class period, I just wanted to get out, it was degrading, insulting even. He darted out the door before the bell rung…

The only thing I looked forward to was talking to Bella, she was the only person that talked to me today.

The lunch line is long and crowded, I grab a little salad, an apple, and a water. I spot Bella and start to make my way towards the table she was seated at, when all of a sudden I get a strong urge to look to the opposite side of the room, there sat Hale and four more Ethereal beings, they all sat staring at me, looking like beautifully sculpted statues, pale—bruised under eyes, and the darkest eyes ive ever seen. Am I staring too much? This is embarrassing, I want to be invisible!

My clothes are too tight, they feel itchy, I cant do this I need to sit, eugh!

I take a huge breath of hair once I sit down, the pressure is too much. “Hey.” A soft mature viice rings in my ear, which I instantly recognize as that girl Bella.

“Oh, hey.” I say out of breath. “Are you okay?”

“Who are those people in the corner?” She looks back and makes a face of realization, “oh! You mean the Cullens.” She smiles and waves at one, a bronze haired boy waves back with a smile, breath taking.

“Im getting deja vu.”

Hm? Who is that? I dont even have to turn because soon the table floods with four other people, making the table total six, which is way too much, too many people in one space, and im new! I think im going to pass out.

“Tell me about it.” A blonde boy says, responding to the brown haired girl. The table introduces themselves one by one, the brown haired girl is Jessica, the tall girl with glasses is Angela, the geeky boy is Ben, and the blonde boy is Mike.

“So, Abril, you wanna know about the Cullens ey?” Ben says nudging my shoulder, I feel awkward and as stiff as a board, I just wanna go home…

“Well, yes.” I say. “Then bella should do the honors then, yes?” Jessica says, with a snap in her tone, she seems bitter.

Bella rolls her eyes and starts, “first, the Blonde girl? Thats rosalie, shes the twin brother to the blonde boy, Jasper.”

That boy, so his First name is Jasper? Something about his hair is familiar, and those eyes…

“The black haired girl with the pixie cut is Alice, the boy with the short curly hair is Emmett, and the bronze haired one is Edward, my boyfriend, theyre all adopted siblings and the adoptive kids of Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Rosalie and emmett are dating.”

“Wha-huh?!” I do I double take, did she say boyfriend? So she knows them personally!

“So, you know them on a personal level?” She smiles, “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

I look over one last time and all of them are just staring a hole into my soul. I feel like crying, why are they staring? Is there something wrong with the way I look? My hair? Clothes? Body? What is it? I adjust my clothes but still feel uncomfortable.

My last hour is P.E with bella and Mike, I cant get that Jasper boy out of my head, why is he so familiar?

[earth2rayne]

my personal experience

d0ll4r tr33- 10/10 superr easy. they have really good chocolate, snacks, and LASHES. ive read that most of the cameras are fake but there’s barely any visible in the store. most of the times the workers are always at the register and don’t really care, this is probably not the smartest thing but i always go to my local dt and the same lady sees me looking around the snacks and leave with nothing, and take note i have bright pink ass hair, so you bitches will be a-okay here!

5b3l0w- 8/10 pretty mid, if you see the manager run, theyre scary. i usually get some makeup and a fucking toblerone this bitch slaps so hard. DONTT go for the chips/snacks they’re all located on the way to the cashier so if ur planning on doing that be quick. ive also read the cameras are fake but still be careful. btw they have a bunch of zodiac incense and cute little scripting journals just make sure to cleanse it before you use it. also the crystals there are fake </3.

m1ch43ls- 7.9/10 (depending on location) easy as fuccc, but be careful with the jewelry charm section, at my loacation they’ve installed scary cameras that show a vid of u but u can jus take it to a blindspot in the store. there’s a bigg scary camera in the back but none else ive seen throughout the store, so blindspots are hella easy to find. most of the times the workers are teens so you should be okay just be careful.

tjm4xx- 7/10 (also depending on location) at my locations they’ve installed the scary cameras showing you on footage AND IF U LOOK AT IT, IT ZOOMS IN ON YOU WITH A SQUARE AROUND UR HEAD! these cameras are located throughout the store, but for normal cameras are located on the ceiling in certain aisles. for the makeup, its super easy just be careful with the nail sets, some may have rfid’s. make sure to be on the lookout for LP (for every store, some may be in dsiguise so consider every customer in the store as a threat lol).

MALL STORES

p4cs0n- 8/10 okay so for br4ndy m3lv1ll3  jewelry, CHECK CARDBOARD FOR RFID’s!  dont conceal your trash in the store, there are ways to destroy the rfid while in the dressing room using scissors, but i choose to not take that risk lmao. untagged shirts are super easy, most john galt shirts aren’t tagged so just stuff it in a hoodie then take to the dressing room. workers are teens, and they usually dgaf so go off besties. i dont know much about the cameras so make sure your blindspots are on point!

c0nv3rs3- 5/10 SOOO ME AND MY FRIENDS HAVE GOTTEN CAUGHT HERE SO IF U PLAN TO LIFT HERE MAKE SURE TO TAKE AT LEAST A MONTH BREAK FROM THAT STORE AND SECTION OF THE MALL! tbh its hella easy. have a mini backpack, go to the clearance section, there’s no cameras there. just make sure you have someone pretending to find a size of shoe to distract the worker. rest of the workers are usually talking to a customers and assisting them, or at the register.  stuff only the shoes in the bag leave the box on the highest shelf, and leave. never go back to that store. my lesson has been learned, always listen to your intuition.

UO- 10/10 all u have to look out for is possible LP’s and SA, rfid’s, and tags. this place has no cameras but most of the clothes are tagged, but can be removed with a strong magnet (havent tried that yet). underwear is super cute and untagged. wildflower cases can be easily taken out of the package and just hide the case and take a break from the store. boxers are cute look out for rfids in cardboard. books/scripting journals SUPER CUTE and easy but very rarely are rfid’s are hidden within pages so lookout for them. workers dont count how many clothes u take in the dressing room. idk anything about the cosmetics there so i suggest take a look at them next time u go if u ever plan to. jewelry all has rfid’s, but the display jewelry on those little triangle things aren’t and are super easy (they’re also usually located in blindspots)

cl41re’s/1c1ng- 8/10 the workers are usually watching so be careful idk much about cameras but be careful for the mirrors up on the ceiling, they’re obv used to be able to see u better. nails dont have rfid’s

okay this is all i have time for today so im going to make a part 2 later, along with more tips. happy liftin & stay safe baes!

[peachiimilquetea]

i need all of you spiritual bbys to help me out bc the shoes i wanted to get for school are sold out and i need them to come back in stock before september hits so pls get your crystals and incense out and do whatever you need to do to help me get those shoes im begging you pls

[flowerbeom]

Tension | Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, angsty smut. With a dash of fluff. 

Warnings: None really, but since it’s smut - female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, sex... and swearing I guess.

Words: 6.66k the devil works hard, but Jaebeom works harder

Concept:  When you punish him you ruining your plans once again, he seeks forgiveness in the most sinful ways possible. Making you count each time…

A/N: Inspired by the JUS2 Japan photo shoot, and the gif above. Just the thought of Jaebeom staring at you through frosted glass... And fuck, I’m terrified to post this. This is my first ever smut and I’m shit scared. If it’s shit, please for the love of god tell me to never write smut again. I beg you. 

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You’ve postponed it three times; your anniversary celebration getting delayed with Jaebeom’s ever demanding schedule. Each plan diminished in grandeur, each date dwindled in flare. Settling on a quiet dinner at a favored restaurant was enough to suffice the simple desire to be with him, spend time with him; enjoy the presence that you had been so unkindly denied. But as you sat at the corner table, playing with the softened wax of the candle you were staring into, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect anything less. Your second glass of wine, almost empty, mocked you as you tipped it against your lip to drain the liquid down your throat. Your phone buzzed against the tabletop.

Baby, I’m so sorry.

It always starts like this.

I know I always start off like that.

Oh good, he’s become self aware.

Filming has run over time, I don’t know when I’ll get there. But I’ll be there, I promise!

You allowed yourself another twenty minutes. Twenty five minutes because you loved him, ever so much. Watching the third glass of wine empty just a bit more with each time you placed it back on the table, your eyes narrowed as the hands on your watch ticked over. Times up, sweetheart. You tipped your chin to the waiter, scribbling your finger against an invisible cheque in the air.

Paying for the alcohol tasted far less bitter than leaving alone, again. But alas, there was always next time. Getting into the taxi, you failed to see Jaebeom’s car shriek to a halt in front of the restaurant. You swore you thought you saw him tumble out of the car through the side-view mirror, but ignored the notion altogether; too far-fetched to be true.

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“My apologies sir, but that table has already left.” Jaebeom swallowed down the disappointment that bubbled up in the pit of his stomach, only because he knew yours would be worse. Shuffling out of the restaurant, he hustled back into his car; hoping to catch you before you decided the night had died altogether.

He thought he had made it. Pulling into the driveway, his eyes widened at the sight of the hallway light turning on through the window. As he stepped out of the car, he watched each window illuminate as his eyes followed what would have been your path through the house and upstairs to the bedroom. Racing in, Jaebeom followed your trail of breadcrumbs; your purse on the table near the stairs, your shoes at the end of the bed and your dress on the floor by the bathroom door.

Hearing the shower start, Jaebeom placed a timid hand on the bathroom door; pushing it open to slide his body through the gap.

“Baby? I’m-I’m home.” His body stiffened, his eyes locked on your figure as it stepped into the shower. Drinking in every line and curve your body had on display, Jaebeom’s hands involuntarily went to his shirt, fingers moving to unbutton the garment as he stepped towards you.

The water stung as it hit your skin, the hot water grating down your body. Craning your head back, you let the water pour over you, soaking every inch of you in an attempt to wash away the disappointment coursing through you.

You opened your eyes, catching a shadow against the tiles beside you. Turning, lazy eyes locked on Jaebeom; his shirt unbuttoned, his suit jacket still on.

“Oh, you're home.” Matter of fact, tone: indistinct. Combing your fingers through your hair, the warmth of the water started to flush your skin.

“I'm sorry. I trie-”

“I know, baby. It’s okay.” A strained smile tugged on the corners of Jaebeom's mouth, the remorse keeping on his face. A gentle smile and a coy wink eased Jaebeom, his features softening after your gestures.

Hands curling around the lapels of his jacket, he shrugged it off his shoulders; his shirt pulling open to expose more of his body. You could see the look in his eyes had shifted; once guilt ridden, now swam with hunger. Pushing water off your eyes, you watched as Jaebeom stripped off his shirt; the fabric sliding down the lengths of his tensed arms. His smile looked sweet, but his eyes swore trouble.

“What are you doing?” Rubbing soap between your hands, your eyebrow cocked suspiciously.

“Getting undressed. What else could I be doing?” Letting his shirt fall to the floor, Jaebeom pushed his hair off his face; every muscle on display tensing as he breathed. Your eyes glided down his torso, flickering with every groove and line between his toned muscles in time with your hands as they traveled down your body.

“Why?” Bending over to massage soap into your legs, your ears twinged; the unmistakable clicks of Jaebeom’s belt unfastening behind the glass.

“I wouldn’t shower fully dressed, would I?” His voice was laced with mischief, and you swore you could see the smirk that ticked his jaw without looking up.

“I’m not done.” Deadpan.

“I know, I plan to join in.” A snicker peppered his statement; his hands instantly halting when your eyes shot up at him. Slowly arching up to stand, your face stiffened; hands smoothing back your hair.

“What if I don’t want you to join me?” You sounded coy, playful, vexing; hands curling around your waist to smooth soap and water into the skin. Jaebeom’s bottom lip sucked between his teeth; adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed down hard.

“I want to hold you, kiss you. Please.” His face crumpled adoringly; his mouth fashioning into a pout as his eyebrows furrowed when you replied only with a teasing shake of your head.

“Come on, don’t make me wait.” Your tongue dug into the side of your cheek, your face lowering to stare Jaebeom coldly in the eye.

“Make you wait?” The laugh that tumbled out of your mouth was low and cold, sending chills down Jaebeom’s spine. Your entire body relaxed, your resolve set onto making Jaebeom swallow those words like a bad pill.

Eyes dark and fiery, you tipped your head back; letting water run down your face and body. Your hands began to trace the skin along your torso; fingers travelling across your ribs to play with the supple flesh of your breasts. Toying with the curves and peaks with the tips of your fingers, little shivers floated over your skin; an incensing giggle filtered through your teeth.

Head still tipped back, you ran your hands, as if pressed together in prayer, along your sternum to grasp your neck; pushing up your breasts with your forearms in the process. You heard the door move, yet your leg was quick to kick it back shut.

Hand flat against the glass, Jaebeom met your glare with eyes full of shock. Keeping your foot firm against the door, you let one of your hands fall from your neck; letting it glide down your front, guided by the water falling onto you. You pushed your breasts higher, the hand rubbing your neck now caressing your cheek to run a idle finger across your lips.

Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed, locked onto your merciless stare as your hand continued to travel down; wrapping around your waist while you curled your body against it. Rolling your hips into your hand, you lifted it from your waist to run your nails down your thigh; edging closer and closer to your core.

You smirked when you saw Jaebeom scrape his tongue against his teeth, biting down onto it to stop him from snarling. Water ran down your face, pooling into your open mouth as you bit your finger teasingly; every muscle in his body tensing rigidly from your toying.

“Are you okay, baby?” Taunting, you lifted your leg higher. Everything on show for him. Jaebeom cleared his throat to speak but the words caught in the back of it when your fingers began to slide languidly between your folds.

You pushed your hair off your face again, opting to keep your hand behind you; gripping onto the shower head. Arching your back, you pushed yourself into your fingers, a muffled growl echoing deep in your throat.

A hard slap broke your euphoria, your eyes shooting forward to see Jaebeom’s hand gripping the top of the shower door; arm shaking with frustration. Leaning forward, his eyes bore through the glass; though all you could do was snicker as your feverish fingers made your body heat rise and your muscles taut.

“Baby, are you okay?” Voice soaked in provocation, you pulled your hand back, resting it coolly on the flesh below your belly button. Jaebeom’s jaw ticked, eyes slit with a furious passion.

“Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me watch?” His voice was hard, sharp and grit through his teeth. You felt powerful behind the glass. Everything he wanted, everything he needed was behind the glass. You put your body on display and it made you hungry, starved, absolutely ravenous with desire; desire to make him wait. To make him eat his words. Lowering your eyes to meet his stare, your hand lowered in kind; just enough for the tip of your finger to hover over your clit. You spoke slowly, but clear enough for Jaebeom to stand rigid; his body stiff and heaving, his breath clouding against the glass.

“Watch.”

Slow, intense circles stimulated your clit; your fingertip rubbing against you with a burning intensity. The hand gripping the shower head pulled on it, your body arching against your hand. You could feel Jaebeom leaning heavy on the door, your foot staying firm against it. The pressure in your core began to rise, your fingertip becoming two, moved in fevered figure-eights; reeling you to the edge.

Jaebeom growled, a groan of resentment and pleasure; you could see how torn he was. You watched as he slipped his hand beneath his waistband. You hissed loudly, pulling his eyes from your erotic motions to your piercing stare.

“No touching.” He seethed, taking his hand from off his throbbing penis to meet his other at the top of the shower door. Jaebeom was angry. Aroused, but angry.

Water running over your face and down your body, you stared madly into Jaebeom’s eyes as you slipped two fingers in. A rasping moan fell out of your mouth, your thumb replacing your fingertips to roll over your bundle of sensitive nerves.  

Jaebeom’s knuckles were white, threatening to tear the shower door apart. His body was tense and wrought as he took in jagged breaths as he stood helpless behind the glass. Rendered powerless as he watched you pull yourself to bliss. The way his abs clenched when he pulled in rasping breaths fueled you. You could get drunk on his body on any given day; but seeing how frenzied you made him drove you high with lust.

Your movements were becoming sloppy, the leg holding the door shut began to shake and your grip on the shower head became tighter. Moans and indecipherable words tumbled past your lips, your body quivering as your fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

You could feel it coming; the inevitable crash waiting for you at the end of all your efforts. Jaebeom could see it too, with how your chest began to heave, how your lips sucked between your teeth and how your eyes glazed over. Your fingers soaked in your fluids, slipped in and out swiftly, your core tightening around them as your body sprinted towards the edge, ready to crash into the orgasm you weren’t looking for or knew you needed.

“Do it.” Jaebeom commanded; voice drowning in craving. You swallowed harshly at the sound of his voice swimming in your ears; his low timbre making you shake. You snarled, a demonic smirk cracking your lips apart as your fingers worked you.

“Come for me.” As the last word floated past Jaebeom’s lips, a gasp followed quickly after as you tore your fingers from your core. You lowered your leg, standing upright and calm. Rubbing your hands together under the running water, you turned to face the shower.

“Wha-wait.. What?” Shrill, confused, muddled in his arousal. Craning your chin over your shoulder, your tongue found the corner of your mouth.

“What?” Coy, squeezing shampoo into your hands.

“You’re.. You’re not going to finish?” Jaebeom released his grip on the shower door, stepping back to shove his hands in his pockets; rearranging himself under the fabric of his pants. The look he gave you was raw; unsatisfied and almost betrayed. He tried not to show his irritation as he palmed himself over his underwear. You tried not to laugh, tried not to see how uncomfortably erect he was and tried not to relish in how proud it made you.

“I’m going to finish showering. I’ll be out in a minute. You can wait that long, can’t you?” Pushing his chin out, Jaebeom scowled; his tongue scraping along his bottom teeth as his eyes burned into you. You turned to face him, lifting your hands to comb shampoo through your hair and smirked at his sulking. Letting your naked body glisten under the water, Jaebeom drowned in the image. You watched him turn slowly, hands still buried in his pockets as he left the bathroom. A flicker of a laugh tickled your lungs, but you knew this wasn’t over.

Wringing water from your hair, you pulled the towel from the rack. You glided it over your skin, still caught in a haze of your own doing. Wrapping it around your body, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, lit only from the light coming from Jaebeom’s phone. You crossed the room, dragging your hand over the curtain, pulling it open to flood the room with moonlight.

From the window, you could see Jaebeom laying on his bare stomach. Elbows propped up with a pillow wedged under his chest. You could tell he was mindlessly scrolling; trying to distract himself. You stepped to sit beside him, pulling the towel tightly across your chest as you bent down to kiss the space between his shoulder blades. His skin was cold, yet he was the one who shuddered under your touch. You slid a hand across his back to hold him, pulling yourself into his side as you kissed him again. And again. And again; across his back and shoulders until you heard him whimper.

Jaebeom shifted onto his side, leaning against an elbow as he looked up at you. He pressed his body into you, and you could feel how desperately hard he still was through the thin coverage of your towel. The hand holding him resting on his waist, your fingers caressed his skin softly; his eyes folding shut at your touch. He rocked his head back, his neck catching the moonlight. You sprung forward, wanting to press your lips against it but Jaebeom caught your shoulders; pushing you back as he sat up. His stare was hollow.

“Why did you do that?” Pained.

“What? Before, in the shower?” He sat up straight, shuffling down the bed to sit shoulder to shoulder with you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you through his fringe. Jaebeom hummed as he slowly slid his hand under your towel and around your waist.

“Mmmm, I was in the mood to mess with you.” You flinched as his fingers gripped your waist. You were teasing him, and he wasn’t pleased.

“I was upset, our plans fell through again.” His hand fell from your waist, his eyes dropped from yours.

“Baby! Baby I know it wasn’t your fault.” You urged, bringing your hands to his face to bring his gaze back.

“But there you were! Topless, knocking on the shower door asking, begging me not to make you wait! And I snapped! I-I… I didn’t like hearing that..” You kissed his forehead and you felt both his arms slide under your towel to pull you into him; his embrace almost crushing as he held you.

You found his stare. It had morphed and the pain that glazed them were replaced with a fire you knew all too well. Jaebeom’s lips parted, his tongue tracing the edges of them. You saw him contemplating the look you were giving him. He knew you were reading him, and he wanted that. He wanted you to know exactly what he wanted, exactly what he was going to do.

Digging his fingers into your waist, Jaebeom pulled you across his lap; flipping you onto your back. Kneeling over you, Jaebeom gently brushed off the damp strands of hair that had clung to your cheek. Curious fingers pulled open your towel and off your body. The night air nipped at your skin. Your arms curling around your body instinctively; your legs clamping together on reflex. Jaebeom tutted, his drilling stare made your hands relax and pull away as he slowly traced a single finger down your body. From your throat to your navel, he was drawing a line of attack, and you knew he wouldn’t hold back.

Through his gentle touches, you could feel the fire-hot blood coursing through his veins with the subtle grazes he left on your naked body. Was it his turn? His turn to play? Your turn to wait?

You thought you had punished him. Punished him enough for standing you up once again. Despite the fact that it wasn’t his fault, and it never is, you couldn’t help but feel dismissed, neglected, abandoned. So, you thought you’d toy with him a little, make him feel an ounce of what you had felt. But now as you lay beneath him, his hard body hovering over you, his gaze penetrating your wavering facade; you knew you shouldn’t have tested him. You shouldn’t have challenged a man whose hunger rivaled your own.

“How many times did I fuck up our plans?” His eyes blackened as he lowered his face to yours.

“Three times?” You nodded, licking the dryness from your lips; your body feeling small under his hold.

“Three times.” His breath hot against your ear. “Don’t forget to count.”

He angled his body to push your legs apart, hands pressing on the mattress under you as he crawled up your body. Faces meeting with only a breath apart, Jaebeom caught your lips in his, kissing you with a fever you both shared. His hand slid behind your neck, fingers raking through your hair. The cold metal of his belt burned against your stomach and you felt every aching inch of him push against your core. Your hand scrambled under him and down his back, your nails finding purchase in his skin.

Jaebeom smirked in this kiss, the corners of his mouth pricking just enough for your eyes to shoot open. Jaebeom dropped his weight onto you, sliding over to your side to trap your arm under him. Snaking his hand under your neck, he grabbed your other hand and knotted your fingers together. Jaebeom’s lips hadn’t left yours, his mouth swallowing every hollow breath and whimpered moan that left yours. His slid his leg under yours, only to trap it with his other.

You ripped your mouth away from him, sucking in deep breaths. You tried to shift, but your body was caught under Jaebeom’s, both your hands trapped and your legs spread apart. It wasn’t a new move, but it was always one that caught you by surprise. Jaebeom always knew how to ensnare you.

“Ba-baby..” Chest dipping with every hitched breath. Jaebeom kissed down your cheek, to your jaw before nipping at the delicate skin on your neck. Your back arched naturally, his tongue drawing circles against your pulse. Your hand desperately fought his, but his hold on your hand was tight, fierce, unbinding.

“Now baby. Remember to count.” You snapped your head to face him, his eyes were dark; pupils completely blown out with lust. You felt a dry swallow travel down your throat as he pressed his lips to yours once again. Eyes shutting quickly to the sensation, you began feeling lost in his kiss; the way his mouth danced with yours, knotting your tongues together in a dark promise. You felt your mind tunnel black on his lips that your skin began to numb, until you felt a strong hand smooth across your stomach. Hot, burning, searing; his fingers drummed against your skin until he slipped a digit between your folds.

All air was stripped from your lungs, your mouth gaping to suck in air as he slowly dragged his finger up and down. Playfully, Jaebeom would graze your clit just to bring it down to your entrance, dipping in shyly just to take it back up. You groaned, bucking your hips against his hand and he snickered against your neck.  

Jaebeom pressed his palm into your pelvis, pushing your hips back down into the bed. Leaving his hand there, you felt it burn. For a moment he didn’t move, opting to make you listen to his breath on your neck and your heartbeat in your ears. Then slowly, Jaebeom pressed a finger tip into your clit. It was pure pressure against your nib and it caused your diaphragm to spasm. You seethed through your teeth, Jaebeom’s static finger made your jaw burn.

‘Jae….” Pleading, clawing your nails into his back in a frenzied desperation. A deep laugh filled your ear, his lips brushing your skin enough to make you squirm. Jaebeom pulled your earlobe between his lips, nibbling the flesh. You wanted so badly to break away from him, have him release you from his hold. That was until he started rubbing circles into your clit. A groan, deep and hoarse, filled the room; your body jerking.

Jaebeom held down your shaking leg, keeping them spread for him. His fingers drew tight, pulsing circles into your clit. Your hips were throbbing, moving against Jaebeom’s hand every time his fingers did. The heat in your stomach was building and the muscles in pelvis began to tighten. Your eyes were glazing over and your heartbeat pounded heavier in your ears. Jaebeom moved faster, his fingers rubbing against your clit almost in time with his racing heart.

“Babe.. I-I’m gonna..” Breathless.

“I know..” Lurid.

As you approached the edge, your body arching off the bed, Jaebeom quickly lifted his hand; leaving your aching core alone to the wind. You crashed your body down, chest heaving; confused and unsatisfied. Jaebeom released his grip on your hand and brushed it across your cheek as he sat up. You pulled your arm out from under him and pushed yourself up to sit. Your eyes narrowed maddeningly at the smirk curling Jaebeom’s lips.

“What was that?!” Jaebeom rolled onto his knees, leaning forward to grab hold of your chin. Pulling your face forward, he held you just in front of his lips.

“That, my love, was number one.” Fear. It was fear that surged through your body. You knew what Jaebeom was like when he was challenged; unrelenting, competitive, proud. And every bit of that was painted on his face. 

Taking his hand off your chin, Jaebeom placed it on your chest. He started to crawl back along the bed towards your feet. He leant forward to kiss your stomach, your hip, your thigh, your knee; until his hand was fully stretched out. Jaebeom pushed you down, forcing your back onto the mattress once again.

Swallowing hard, you could only anticipate his next move. Suddenly, his hands were wrapping around your calves and with a sharp tug, Jaebeom pulled you to the end of the bed. A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, baby.” You snapped your head forward, looking to the end of the bed where Jaebeom was kneeling before it. Your feet resting on the edge, Jaebeom caressed your calves, the gentle touches sending shivers across your skin. Pulling one foot to rest on his shoulder, he wrapped one hand around your thigh to pull you closer to him. You couldn’t see his mouth, but you could see his eyes and every shred of his desire flooding them.

“Lean back.” His voice made you tremble. The growl in his words making every hair stand on end. But you did as you were told, waiting for his next move, but never ready for it.

“Jae?” His name shook on your lips.

“Shhh…” He hummed into the side of your leg. Hands resting on your hips to hold them down. Jaebeom kissed your ankle, then the side of your knee before leaving what felt like hundreds of peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. Jaebeom pushed his hands up your body, finger tips toying with your breasts. Your hands leaped to grab his wrists, your lungs starved of air as he teased you.

Searing kisses planted on your flesh, anywhere than where you needed them the most, gritted your teeth. Digging your nails into Jaebeom’s forearms, you tried to push your core towards his face but his arms held you down firmly. Looking down, you caught Jaebeom’s intense stare, as if he was waiting for you to beg. He watched as your face silently pleaded for him to take you.

His eyebrow cocked, and you felt a cool column of breath blow against your core. Your lungs searched for air, and as you managed to take in one full breath, Jaebeom closed his lips around your clit. Air instantly tunneling out your mouth, you crashed your head back onto the bed. Jaebeom lapped his tongue along your slit, mixing your arousal with his saliva to create a slick surface for his mouth to play.

You tried to speak, tried to form words to tell him what you wanted, what you needed; but every sound crashed in your throat and came out as mangled moans. Jaebeom took your clit between his lips, sucking lightly to create a seal that drove you mad. The pressure of his sucking and his tongue flicking against your clit sent your body reeling. Bucking and thrashing against his arms, Jaebeom slapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you tight against his chest.

Your hands scraped through his hair, pulling at his scalp with the same ferocity his tongue had on your clit. Nothing but your ass was on the bed, your entire body heaved until you arched so far that Jaebeom was practically holding you up. Your body was hot, absolutely melting as his tongue continued licking pulsating circles against your clit.

Then you felt it. The muscles in your core tensing so hard that you could feel that the impending orgasm would break you. Your hips were bucking against Jaebeom’s hold and he knew you were close. Your throat was ragged; moans and strangled screams filling the room. The climax was building, the wave of euphoria about to crash over you and you watched it close in behind shut eyelids.

As you sprinted to serenity, it fell away just as quickly as your body onto the bed. Your legs dropped and your feet crashed onto the floor. You screamed, hands clutching at Jaebeom as he slid out of your grasp.

“Why?!” You wailed, body almost numb from wanting, eyes hooded and hazed. Jaebeom loomed over you, his eyes piercing through the few strands of dignity your quivering body was clutching onto. You scrambled up to sit on the end of the bed, hands lurching to shake Jaebeom's. He let your hands wring his, let your fingers dig into his flesh and moved to sit beside you.

"What was that one?" He spoke softly, almost sweetly and it made your blood boil. Hands still shaking his for answers, you slammed your shoulder into his.

"I asked you first! What-why are you doing this?" Tears were stinging your eyes but before they could even threaten to fall, Jaebeom has raised his hand to cup your cheek.

"My love, did you forget?" You froze.

"Were you counting?" You remembered. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his tongue dragging across his own. Nodding gently into his hand, you felt his other hand slip out of yours and across the underside of your breast, goosebumps raising under his fingertips like braille. He read them, and your body as if you were his favourite book, eager to turn your pages.

"So, what was that one then?" The softness of his voice had faded, the command returning into the moonlit darkness.

"Number two." A whisper. A hushed whimper.

"Very good." Praising, his thumb pulling down your plump lip as you chased his touch. Jaebeom reached over and took your thigh into his grip, pulling you over him.

Straddling his lap, your forearms perched nervously on his shoulders. Jaebeom's hold on your hips was firm. There was no escape.

"Ready?" You shook your head, a dry swallow scratched your throat. Jaebeom's thumbs drew indistinct patterns into your waist as he kissed the well between your collarbones.

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you." You exhaled through a shudder and without warning Jaebeom pulled you down onto his dick. Painfully hard, throbbing through his pants; he pushed you down onto him for all your overstimulated nerves to fire rapidly.

A strained and tortured moan bore into Jaebeom's ear, but his hands stayed firm. He rolled your hips so you rubbed against him. You felt everything; everything he was holding back just to do this to you. You felt all his control, and all his weakness as he made you grind against him.

"Jae..Jae..beom, please…" Body shaking, yet under his reign; you let his hands push and dig your core into his erection so hard that you carved your nails into his neck for support.

"I've got you.." Reassuring in his onslaught, Jaebeom placed soft kisses on your chest and breasts as his hands continued to drive your hips; riding on his dick unrelentingly.

Your face contorted in pleasure, aching pleasure as your body began to tumble off the edge once again. Faster than before, or the time before that, or the time when even you had denied your own climax. Your core tightened and the muscles in your abdomen burned with ecstasy.

You were moaning uncontrollably, fingers raking across Jaebeom's shoulders in a demonic plea for him to let you finish.

"Please.. baby, please.." Crying out for release, your body was heaving as Jaebeom pushed his pelvis into yours, digging his dick against your core. His pants were saturated, completed soaked through with your arousal; his belt occasionally flicking against your clit to send you screaming to the ceiling.

Jaebeom wrapped his arms around your waist to ease your shaking as your climax came crashing. But as the wave began to collapse over you, he picked you up and stood from the bed. His hips falling from yours and you wailed into his shoulder.

You slapped his back as he held you, tears stinging against your cheeks as he spun to face the bed; your body held tightly in his arms.

“Why?!” Your blood boiled. Sweet release stripped from you once again and all you could do was scream. Shaking arms and scratching hands held Jaebeom as he crawled onto the bed, laying you down gently. Snaking his hand under your waist, he lifted you to pull you up to rest your head on the pillow.

You were shaking; body overstimulated and drunk with wanting, your skin burned every time Jaebeom touched you. His hands were gentle, brushing away your hair and caressing your cheek with feather-light touches.

Kneeling between your legs, Jaebeom lowered to lie softly on top of you.

“Baby..” You replied with a whimper.

“I’m sorry for being late..” Through hooded eyes you stared into Jaebeom’s. Sincerity and warmth swam within them and all the love you shared washed over you. You brought your hands to his face, Jaebeom sinking into your grasp.

“Baby?” You shifted slightly under his body, thumb brushing over his cheek in reply.

“Do you want me?” Nodding, your eyes locked onto his; hoping he could read all your wanting and hunger in them.

“Baby?” Your hand snaked into his hair, the desperation beginning to burn into your skin as he spoke.

“Can I have you?” His stare was kind, but dripping in desire and you felt a surge of electricity flow through you. Jaebeom felt it too.

Jaebeom straightened, kneeling up to unbuckle his belt completely. Sliding it through his belt loops, Jaebeom dropped it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours, the power his stare could hold was enough to empty your lungs of air. Unfastening his pants, he pushed them down his thighs. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, he pushed them down to his knees. A lump of anticipation tore down your throat; his throbbing erection standing at full attention.

Jaebeom crawled forward onto your body, kicking off his pants and underwear as he kissed up your body. His lips were hot on your skin; his tongue licking every spot where his mouth had left marks on you. You coiled and mewled under him, his hands stroking your legs as he positioned himself between them. Sucking on your collarbone, he hissed when your nails scratched into his back and laughed when your legs curled around his waist.

Jaebeom’s dick was resting against your core, pulsing with desire and you quivered whenever he tapped it against your clit. Jaebeom paused, his eyes searching yours; his hand soft against your cheek.

“Can I?” You crashed your lips into his; your reply a wordless request of dancing tongues.

With a nip at your bottom lip, Jaebeom gave you one last smile before he entered you. Slowly. Painfully slow. Slow enough for your chest to cave in as your lungs hollowed with every inch Jaebeom calmly pushed into you.

You finally inhaled when he penetrated to the hilt, his hips pressing hard against yours as he halted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you. But you felt it. You felt all the tension he had built up for himself as he quivered inside you; his neck flaring and his breath faltering as he flicked his hips to hit just the right spot to make your eyes roll back.

You dug your nails into his back while Jaebeom thrusted slowly. Achingly slow; each movement tempered and strong. His hand gripped heavy on your hip, fingers almost bruising the flesh as he pulled out slowly, just to push in hard again. And he did this over and over again. Pushed his dick in so hard and slow that your stomach felt like it turned upside down as yours toes curled in on themselves.

You could feel your heart hitch with every thrust, every time Jaebeom grinded against you and set all your sensitive flesh on fire. You moaned and wailed, pleaded into his neck as he bit down onto yours.

Tears stung your eyes and you were desperate for release and Jaebeom knew it. He could feel all your longing leach into his skin every time he drove his hips into yours and he wanted it just as badly as you did; he needed it just as badly.

You cried out when Jaebeom buried himself in you one last time; hands coiled into shaking fists, trying to hold him as he snapped his hips against you. Taking his hand from your hip, Jaebeom brushed his thumb against your lip before pulling you into a fevered kiss. Rough and passionate, Jaebeom wanted you to know that you drove him just as mad as he did you. His lips wanted you to understand that you were his everything, and as you shook beneath him, Jaebeom wanted you to have it all.

Pulling his lips away, he searched for your eyes; begging for you to listen to him through your agony.

“If you want it, take it.” Your eyes darted into Jaebeom’s loving stare, his breath slow and measured; his embrace soothed you. Dropping onto his elbow, he brushed your hair from your cheeks and pressed his forehead to yours. You could feel his heartbeat on your chest; his hips stuttering as you tensed around him.

“It’s yours. I’m yours.” Jaebeom slid a hand down your leg and the other under your back to pull you on top of him. You rocked your head back, the new position making Jaebeom completely bottom out inside you. You shuddered, clenching around his dick so hard that Jaebeom broke the silence with a guttural moan.

Leaning forward, you stared deeply into Jaebeom’s eyes as his hand reached for your face. Thumbing away the tear that fell down your cheek, he whispered.

“I love you.”

Your nerves fired and your blood coursed hot like lava. Fevered, emboldened, ruined; you began rolling your hips, driving your core against Jaebeom’s dick. Snapping your hips harder and harder, you felt him hit every spot deep inside you; riding him until your vision blurred and his throat scratched dry with moans.

You tore at his chest while he tore at your hips; Jaebeom holding a hand flat against your stomach to help you rock your hips on him mercilessly. He could feel your muscles tensing and as you stamped your hand down onto his abs for support, you could feel them tightening. You both chased the high; pulling, pushing, screaming for the orgasm you were both denied since your very first plans were cancelled.

You bounced unrelentingly on Jaebeom’s dick, hunting euphoria and scratching down Jaebeom’s arms as he fought for his own. Waves and waves of pleasure were knocking, your body beginning to shudder and shake every time you snapped your hips against him. Jaebeom clamped his hands onto your hips, digging his fingers into your ass as he thrusted deep into you.

“Fuck! Oh my go-” You screamed, head tipped completely back as his tip hit your favourite spot.

“Babe, I’m-”

“Me… too..” Through strangled moans, you snapped your hips, your climax crashing over you harder than it ever had before. You shook and dug your nails into Jaebeom’s wrists as you continued to roll your hips. You rode him roughly through your high, making sure he reached his. His hold on your hips tightened, his jaw clenching as you bucked against him.

Jaebeom’s body arched off the bed, his head tipping back as he shouted out his release. Lurching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he shook through his climax. Combing your fingers through his hair, your held him against your breasts and tried to let your breathing settle. Ragged columns of air tumbled out of Jaebeom’s mouth as he shuddered beneath you. Clenching your walls around his dick, you giggled when he whimpered; sinking his teeth into your breasts gently in disapproval.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Jaebeom lifted you as he stood; turning around to gently place you back onto the bed. He sat beside you, letting you curl around him as he planted soft kisses on your cheek and shoulder. You felt as peace, finally able to have him; be with him in the most intimate way your relationship deserved. But as you sunk into your revelry, Jaebeom turned to stand; picking up his pants and pulling them on swiftly.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” You snapped, your bliss slowly fading away.

“Getting ready to go out.” Jaebeom quipped back, a devilish smirk making your eyebrow cock.

“Why?” Protesting, you flopped back onto the bed, patting down the empty space beside you; praying he’d accept the invitation. Holding out a hand to you, he tipped his chin; a gentle smile and adoring look asking you to take it.

“Because I owe you a date.”

[nothimtrying]

Try of the Week No. 2: Read a 3 Card Tarot Spread

My try for this week is to consult my tarot deck for a general reading about the coming year 2021. I dont like reading tarot cards when the moon light didnt light up the night sky the previous night so I had to wait a little before I could comfortably consult my deck. That’s just a little quirky superstition I have and I dont know if any other people do that, I just feel like the moon has to shine for the deck to reveal something to me (Im a moonchild lol). It’s been raining the past few days here, so I was really muscling my powers to wish for clear skies, and they gave me one!

My tarot deck is from a good friend in the night, it is the smith-waite centennial edition.

Here’s kind of my routine before I start most readings, I light a white sage incense and say a little message to clear the air and wish for a helping, guiding, and kind light to let me see what the cards truly want to say. This step is for me the most important especially if your cards have been idle for a while or for when you’ve used the cards to read for a bit and or used to read other people (if you dont have a personal deck). Then, (you can skip this) I usually lay my cards flat and let my amethyst and selenite clean the card further from energies beyond me, wait for a bit. Then shuffle the deck whilst thinking of your core question, or a general idea/theme of what you’d like the cards to tell you. In this case I was leaning more on how i should go on about 2021, just a very general question. After my third shuffle, I cut the deck as the fourth shuffle. And pick the topmost card as my first draw. I usually skip the next card and draw the one after it but in this case, the card i was going to put on the bottom of the pile showed itself (slipped in my hand lol) i take it as the card really wanted to be seen. HONESTLY, i was surprised because as you can see:

It was the devil that really wanted to be in my reading as my second draw. The thing is, this deck of mine is a little feisty. She (i refer to my deck as she lol) would really tell me straight up all the time, and so she said no you’re gonna listen. And i continued and drew the third.

On general reading three card spreads, i usually use this as a guide:

The beautiful thing about tarot and self reading is that it doesnt have to make sense right away, you’ll get it I swear. I drew (in order): VI of Swords, The Devil, The Empress. I’ll discuss each one before I tell you MY interpretation of what the cards are telling me.

VI of Swords

Transition, Leaving behind, Moving on

Worry not for this card just means an end but a start of something. It’s telling you to move forward and continue in spite of the hardships being presented. Being ruled by thinking, it’s time to progress.

The Devil

Excess, Materialism, Playfulness

Represents obsessions and insecurities, a lack of control, and being ruled by base instincts such as fear, lust, greed. It shows that there’s something amiss and a need for a mature decision to be made.

The Empress

Nature, Motherhood, Fertility

She is the symbol of abundance, of growth, and of femininity. The mother earth where we live and who provides us with life and gifts. A creative high and a celebration of life.

To me, with the guide questions, im aspiring for that change. A step towards the new me included with this attempt at all things. That I have to go forward with my life even if the past year was rough on everyone and in him trying to achieve that, there are earthly pleasures that would hinder me from achieving what Im trying hard for. Which is actually just the card throwing shade at me because the other day I bought new shoes and I didnt need new shoes, I couldve used the money on something better, but I just needed to have those shoes, okay cards i hear you lol And I can overcome this obstacle by dialing back on the material pleasure and invest more on my creativity and in myself that’s bound to this earth, in things that will not only better me but also the world we live in. That i can do this, and that things will be fine for me, I just have to try hard not to give in to temptations.

Thank you to the universe for being kind, for giving me life and light. Life is hard but it is oh so beautiful. I am eternally grateful for this life. To my heavenly mothers, Hecate, Aphrodite, Mother Mary, and Isis, thank you for all the clarity. 

i hope more people can be in tune with the powers that be, and that spirituality doesnt mean blasphemy towards another’s beliefs. Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu. May all beings everywhere be happy, and free; and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.

[shabba-zams]

I'M NO MANIAC

Hold big regard for kinship, tradition and culture, I could give a lecture

I'm sky high - herbivore, like a turkey vulture I'm a carnivore

Canibal, I mean omnivore coz I love greens, like Popeye And Spinach, I lick bean

Flick flick, root Chakra, keep you grounded, kiss your forehead, illumination

Wham bam, burn incense this instant

Smoke in house, reminisce about my late aunt, Eugenia

Healing from a heartbreak of a love that never happened

Should never happen, wait what just happened?

You a bad bitch, downward doggy, hit it from the back, is that good B?

Meow-moo, look at that arch, Doja, Cat-Cow mi amor

Heart's aching, beneath I'm hurting although surface looks perfect

Instantly regretting the mistake I made, egghead getting laid

I was broke, couldn't think straight, Im still great, it's just that I hate

Constantly stressing, hope you not late, I'm Wylin, red fox

Sorry mate, don't put me on the spot unless we hot box

You a hot mess, you burn, guilt trip, in hell I burn, 12 stroke soul snatcher, soul searching,N2O, inhale, I burn, I'm trippin

My goodness, Zulu goddess, Tsonga royalty in her DNA, your highness hello, hi, my love I profess

Pussy power tricking, that tightness, finesse crazy like madness, she drippin

Her cookie jar I'm Double dippin, like yes ya, I praise ya, I'm smitten

You praise Ja, pet name for your small pussy... Poor lil kitten

Obsessed With fitness, admire her loyalty, I stay under her spell

First We gel, then repel, we then rebel, plz say you could not tell I fell for you girl!

I confess, your strange quirks remind me of my old ex

Guardian angel, I see your halo, okay bye! In darkness you my star

Naledi always shine bright, never dim light, eyes can adjust right?

No girl, tell me how could I not fall for you girl?

If I see you all day and night? Medicate then meditate

Last and first light I see you, it's hard to wake me up, ICU

Namaste, send u love and light. Hugging u gud nyt then imma go unless it's midnight, my pants is tight right and u hug me tight tight cutie, in my ear, QTip, u whisper get the light, deep throat  gimme the green light, tonight you looking so tasty

It's not right, lockdown got me all thirsty, see, I'm nasty

I'll eat you out, gimme a big tip, face chair, take a sit please

Gangsta champagne, notorious bubbles I sip sip, are you pleased?

You a tall glass of sexy B, I mean u sassy B, sexy beast I gotta drink, drunk

In love with your positive energy, you love the inner me and you know I'm not the enemy, I love you

Juju, like bad energy, shoo shoo, telling me to go, I don't go

Feeling ur feng shui imbalance, tryinna find balance, yoga

So much green in my blood stream, feelin like Hulk or Yoda

I'm 1 with the force, a gulf stream directing ur flow, go

Heavy flow that weigh a ton, period. I go deep, you flow deep like the Nile, you lovin it

Tid bit in denial, plz don't judge unless you take a 9 mile walk if the shoe fit

Wise mentor, needed to blow off steam, oh no you make me sing, I never meant to...

I'm spiritual, Ultralight beam, living the life of Pablo, green

I see no light, stuck in the dark, this don't feel right

Fight what I feel, fight! I know you like what I write, right? I'm still Steve like Biko, because I write what I like

You're spiritual, Ivy crown it'll be alright, fight!

Where you been? Spiritual journey, Wrote you a song of love, don't panic, it's platonic agape kind

You're kind, im sorry, please forgive me, God bless us

Never meant to sex ya, sext ya, yes ya I never meant to

Hurt ya, my day 1 let me be in your team, I'm your hype man and you my wing man, who knew, man?

I'm a new man, never wanna be in u ma'am, that's Truman, like Harry

Like Harriet, You talk truth ma'am, ur woke now, mental slavery chain breaker

Lead, take leash, give me my freedom, Tubman. Ass like Baartman, I'm joking, I'm through man!

Is it true man? You got a new man?

I'm glad you found uThando & Peace!

I see your glow in the dark , I watch you grow, from head to toe

Lock down, No sexercise, just exercise, oblique workout, body shaping up, you shake shit up

Look down, fvck shit up, I fantasize under the mistletoe, kiss kiss that phat pet peeve,

I mean the size of that cameltoe, kiss kiss like it's NYs Eve

Family Feud like Steve, We lip lock, she bad bad like Eve

Stuck with you like gridlock, bad bitch my ride or die!

The love you show, I dunno who to tell that u just ring my bell

Blue balls, plain torture, ungshaya ding dong, that just rings wrong

Playing mind games like ping pong, saw my dp then ask for my dick pic like "Big Z u got big dick print"

I tell her to quit playin and show her it's just resting, I'm a grower

Picture a Big black gun in your hand, click glock

Lick big black cock in my hand, and get a big tip

Love your big tats,small tits, nip slip, vrm vrm, you own me like pinkslip

4 play lick clit, that pink pink

Big lie like, just the tip, truth is I just wanted to hit twice, then dip twice like, dip dip

Double Pussy grip, like grip grip

Our late night tap dance routine like

Double tap like, tip-clit-grip-grip, skip, tip-clit-grip-grip

Sending mixed signals, wearing no bra, black tank top, Grey gym pants, exciting my BBC then saying NO BRA!

Apple bong is crack bong, big flop wearing your pink flip flops, I need a drink,J walk drunk, hit, bong, bang, drive, buy smoke, fly, sky, high five, YouTube The Fives, whats the matter? GBV

All lives including those you call low lives matter, no 1 deserves murder.

Deep chats kid, Katt Williams crack me up, have a break Kit Kat

I'm a lil sad but real glad u not mad at me brick brack, red fox

Need my quick fix, Red on Netflix like Raymond, cross you off my hitlist, at least at last, the blacklist, NBC

No chick flicks miss, unless you aiming to get this, BBC

I don't aim, shoot shot once and don't miss, easy, ABC

Cupid tryinna shoot me dead but misz, shit shot, no Mrs, thank God

Thot thought she a hot shot coz she smoke pot, no BS she not hot

Cold as horse shit that's not hot, bust a nut, I might not

I'm a lit lad who thinks they a big bad, Wolf, with a sick head

You heard? Sometimes it's hard when u in my bed, think with other head instead like getting head

Play dead after I beat meat, you knock-knock, I'm cumin, you come in, your bad timing is not charming

I see myself in you, pun intended, idea planted in my head

For real tho, I see your hoeish ways, long gone are my hoeish days

Sometimes I think u poison like Ivy, I'm batman, no avengers

Scavengers, a mad woman and a bad man, Savages in our own league

First punch throwers, they hate us, crack bong hitters, they not us, we avenge us,

You lead, I school ya, screw ya, liquids in ur insides like IV

Drip drip, said fuck it, big deal, do u even care how I feel? Bad state of mind, took shrumz, now I'm havin a bad trip

Craving a road trip, cruze down memory lane, replay bad clip, is it weird that I loved that silhouette video? Press play

Get liquid withit

Going toe-to-toe, I kill and bury Big Trill, made my 1st mil

Then blew it, dead lyricist, I'm just a ghost writer

I see changes, a stoner girl turn to a rave girl as the nyt ages

I once told her, trust the rock of ages like John

Serial killer with rage on Pages, I was angry at God like Sean

Now i'm easy like solving for X- Kid'o,

That's annoying, ward off tiny mosquito

Go against me, that's a non starter, kiss my ass lips

I talk shit, no stutter or slight lisp like L-Tido

In the city of gold its all or nothing, that's a no brainer

No brain huh? Black lip bastard, faith like mustard seed

Don't call me bastard, transform to Luke Cage then hit rib Cage like

Nicholas, can't stop me like an urban legend... Ghost rider

I sound fictitious like ghost busters, but I'm quite real like Klingon

I stick like glue, here's a clue:

Day of the week: Monday

Feeling: baby Blue and itchy

Scratch my balls I'm jiggy, sweet melanin black queen like B

Fluent in your love language B, catch 22, paradoxical

Hypocritical, stereotypical, philosophical.

[thehighwarlockofbrooklyn]

I like these. I like doing things like this. I like being tagged in things like this. I fucking love this shit and I’m going to subject the four people who follow me to this steaming pile of garbage whether or not they want it. I am so sorry.

Didn’t get tagged, just wanted to do this cuz i saw somebody post one and i really liked the structure of this one

nickname: my mom calls me Kermie, and my internet friends call me von or grandpa von because i dont understand the kids’ memes anymore.

zodiac sign: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, pisces rising 

height: 6′0 - 6′1

hogwarts house: a proud slytherin

last thing I googled: “coronavirus” because I just want to see some good news and there never is

last song in my head: it’s very specific actually it’s this but as for a real song that isn’t just ten minutes of the same my hero academia fandom bullshit is probably I Want it That Way by the Backstreet Boys

following & followers: following 41, 4 following me. i need more blogs to follow honestly smh

amount of sleep I get: either too little or too much, quarantine is ruining my life. 

lucky #s: 7, 13, & 21 and as a complete side note i hate the number 8

dream job: i’ve wanted to write a novel since i was like. 10. but here i am at 21, i haven’t written anything productive since I was 14 because i have a massive perfectionism probably. BUUUUUUT. my real dream job is to own a little coffee shop/bar. I’m not a huge fan of drinking like a lot of my friends are but I do like making different kinds of drinks and being experimental with them. So i kind of decided somewhat recently after getting into the restaurant industry that i’d like to own a coffee shop/bar where it’s a bar after a certain time and just a Safe Place. for everybody to come and not worry about who they are. all inclusive staff. as owner i can kick people out for being xenophobic, transphobic, racist, homophobic, and sexist. I don’t feel like I can contribute much to the evolution of society but I can use my power to protect and that’s something I really want to do. I just want people to have somewhere they know they’re Safe and can Be Themselves Fearlessly. Because that’s what i’ve been searching for my whole life and it’s been really hard so why not be a beacon that provides that to people so they don’t have to wander into a restaurant or bar and wonder “will i be harassed because of how i look” like you bet your ass i will be kicking assholes out if they so much as THINK a word of hatred to my employees or customers.

and yeah that’s my dream job.

wearing: black jeans that are too short for me because i am All Leg and my captain marvel t-shirt that’s done in classic comic book style and she just looks so fucking badass

favourite songs: Weight of Sound by Stick Figure ft TJ O’Neill, Shark Attack by Grouplove, Cola by Lana del Ray, Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys, Take Me to Church by Hozier, Your Love (Deja Vu) by Glass Animals, In the Heat of the Moment by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, Space Tree by Medium Troy, Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz, TSLAMP - Mathew Dear Remix by MGMT, The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals

I’ll stop naming songs there are too many that I enjoy but I hope those 12 are a good basic summary of what I enjoy. 

instruments: I played the cello in high school, i now own a cello but it needs so much fucking work done on it. it needs a new end pin and complete replacement of the strings. I think it needs a good cleaning too, might be worth it to just buy a new bow too even though the one it came with was fine if i remember.

aesthetic: long walks in the dark, a cigarette in hand, the sky clear and bright with stars. sitting by the window with a cup of tea watching the rain fall in the late afternoon. bedrooms hazey with smoke and incense, hearing your friends laugh and watching them smile and realizing you are in love with them all. sliding down long railings and landing with a flourish at the bottom, screaming and laughing the whole way down. speeding down the highway, half of your body through the sun roof of a friend’s car, blasting music that your soul is screaming along to, wind in your hair, crying because you cannot contain your joy any longer. leather jackets and beanies, watching the snow fall, cursing yourself for wearing the wrong shoes and soaking your toes.

random facts: fact one is when i was younger i refused to apply to any job in a restaurant because i just couldn’t stand the thought of working in one until I had no choice when i lived with my brother and now I can’t imagine working anywhere else ever again. fact two  is my birth name is Zia because my parents wanted to name me Jadzia after Jadzia Dax from star trek deep space nine but everybody thought they were crazy and my grandmother couldn’t pronounce Jadzia so they just chopped it down to Zia (my brother is named after George Lucas - we got the beeeeesssst of star worlds ~). 

okay im done hope you enjoyed this useless post about me i really enjoyed writing it. i tag no one lmfao.

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] TsukiPro Special CD - Starry Sky Collection Track 2

Yay~! This time, it’s VAZZROCK!! Next one is Mamoru and Koki’s and then the rest of the Yaminabe series dramas ww

Thank you once again to Deea for the files~! Please don’t ask her as per her request, thank you!

Also, Sho briefly mentions the story behind Lyra the constellation so, please do give it a read to understand it completely ^^

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Under the cut, enjoy~!

Track 02: [心揺さぶる音楽を -こと座 ベガ-] “Music that Shakes the Heart – from the Constellation of Lyra – Vega”

Mamiya Takaaki, Kira Ouka, Onoda Sho, and Nadumi Ruka

[0:00]

  MAMIYA: Everyone, thank you very much. We’ll leave the rest to you.

SHO: We’ll leave it in your care.

SHO: We’ll be taking our leave now.

OUKA: Thank you very much for today.

RUKA: Thank you~!

  SHO: Now then, thank you for the hard work once again.

MAMIYA: Good work.

OUKA: Great job.

RUKA: Yay~! We all did well!

SHO: With this, VazzRaji’s first season recording is now finished.

SHO: Our party with the staff is over as well and now all we need to do is return to the dorms.

SHO: I heard that if we go straight home from here, it’s not that far but…

SHO: Takaaki, do you want to call a taxi?

MAMIYA: Ah, that’s right. Let’s call for one by the main street.

MAMIYA: But, uh… Can I ride a different one (from yours)?

OUKA: A different one? Where do you plan on going?

MAMIYA: Don’t look at me with such cold eyes~ I just feel like going for a little walk.

MAMIYA: If I walk from here to the dorm…

RUKA: If we’ll trust the map application, it’d take about 10 minutes!

MAMIYA: See? That’s what he said. It’s not really that far.

MAMIYA: I was just thinking of walking around to feel a bit refreshed.

MAMIYA: That much is fine, isn’t it?

RUKA: Ah! Then, I’ll do the same~! I don’t really like the smell of taxis and I try avoiding them as much as possible.

RUKA: Also, I ate a looooott of meat and rice so I wanna exercise a bit!

RUKA: And so~ Takaaki-kun, can I go with you~?

MAMIYA: Of course, you’re welcome to~! Let’s take it easy together, ‘kay?

RUKA: Alrighty~!

OUKA: (sighs) Ruka, if you walk back to the dorms from here, won’t it override your calorie intake?

RUKA: Non, non, non, Ouka-kun~ Doing things when you feel like doing them is important, too!

RUKA: In other words, there’d be no feelings of guilt lingering!

OUKA: Is it like that?

RUKA: Yes, it is! It’s kinda the same as when women go shopping.

RUKA: “Oh, I might find some use for this,” they say and then they end up buying more than intended~

RUKA: In my case, I say “I’ll lose it all in practice tomorrow” and then I eat as much as I can!

RUKA: If you say that, you won’t feel as guilty! Doing the things you love sometimes is important, too~

RUKA: It’s essential, right~?

OUKA: I see… That’s deep.

MAMIYA: By the way, I only want to walk, okay?

SHO: Yes~ I don’t really have any feelings of guilt but, can I join you for your night walk?

MAMIYA: Oh~ Sho, you wanna walk, too?

SHO: Yes, I’m the same as you, Takaaki.

SHO: Heading straight back to the dorms feels like a waste and somehow, I’m in the mood to walk, too.

SHO: I had so much fun a while ago that I feel like wanting to enjoy your company for a while longer.

MAMIYA: In Sho’s case, isn’t it just because you had too much to drink?

MAMIYA: You’re looking quite pale, y’know~? See? (Mamiya touches Sho’s hand) Your hand’s a bit warm, too.

SHO: (chuckles) Is that so? Well, maybe it is, since Takaaki’s hand feels cool and nice.

RUKA: Were you bad at handling your alcohol, Sho-kun?

RUKA: Like, your head feels floaty whenever you drink?

SHO: Hmm… I don’t think I’m particularly bad or good.

SHO: Though, it’s true that my head feels kind of floaty but, it doesn’t really go beyond that.

RUKA: Heh~ I’ll remember that~

SHO: Hm? Why would you want to remember that?

RUKA: When I know what my friends’ limits are, I can help them when they’re troubled about what to drink next or when they’re about to pass out, right~?

RUKA: I can handle my alcohol well so don’t hesitate to rely on me, ‘kay~

SHO: Thank you. Ruka’s very kind and reliable, huh?

MAMIYA: ROCK DOWN’s bonds are so dazzling~

MAMIYA: Alright! Then, Ouka will go home first in a taxi and then—

OUKA: Wait. Do you really think I’m that much of a loner to go home by taxi when you’re all walking?

MAMIYA: Yeah.

OUKA: (Ouka grabs Mamiya by the necktie) You should at least lie in a situation like this.

MAMIYA: (with a pained voice) O-O-Ouka-kun… Ouka-kun? Don’t pull my necktie…! My neck’s gonna fall off…!

MAMIYA: My neck’s gonna snap…!

RUKA: (smiles) VAZZY’s bonds are so tight, huh~!?

SHO: Ouka, calm down~

OUKA: Tch.

RUKA: So, that means~ Ouka-kun’s gonna walk with us?

OUKA: I am. Now that that’s decided, let’s get going.

OUKA: Let’s go. Hurry up and go.

RUKA: Yes sir~

MAMIYA: Y-yes…

[05:00]

  RUKA: (singing) ♪ Let’s go on a walk, let’s go on a walk~! ♪

RUKA: (singing) ♪ I am the great Ruka-kun~! ♪

SHO: (chuckles) Ruka’s in a good mood, huh?

OUKA: I’d understand if that was his energy after drinking but, I’m surprised that he’s naturally like that.

OUKA: In a way, he’s pretty energetic.

MAMIYA: That’s to be expected. Ruka’s a stage actor after all.

MAMIYA: I think he’s got more energy than a certain someone here~ He’s got pretty great stamina.

OUKA: I see.

SHO: I’m so sorry, Ouka. We ended up going home by walking.

OUKA: Ah, no. If I’m being honest, I was the same as everyone else. I felt like going for a walk.

OUKA: That’s why you don’t have to mind it.

MAMIYA: Oh my~! You’re quite honest with Sho, aren’t you, Ouka?

OUKA: If someone tells me something directly, I answer as honestly as I can.

OUKA: That’s all there is to it.

MAMIYA: In other words, you’re rebellious when it comes to me?

RUKA: (smiles) Walking like this together with everyone feels kinda nice, huh~?

RUKA: The food and alcohol during the staff party was great, too! I’m extremely satisfied~

RUKA: I’m super happy!

OUKA: Ruka, your voice is too loud.

RUKA: (laughs) I’m sorry, Ouka-kun.

RUKA: I’m feeling good and the wind feels so nice~ I just got taken in by the atmosphere. (to Sho) Right~?

SHO: Hm? Yes~ (to Mamiya) Right?

MAMIYA: (to Ouka) Right~?

OUKA: Ruka and Sho aside, when Takaaki does it, it’s disgusting.

MAMIYA: So mean!

RUKA: Alright~! Sho-kun and I passed!

MAMIYA: Discrimination is not good, Ouka.

OUKA: Don’t hold on to me, you drunk.

MAMIYA: I didn’t drink any though~

MAMIYA: I only drank like, one beer and about two or three ciders.

RUKA: Me, too! Normally, I’d drink so much more but, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

RUKA: Hm… But, Takaaki-kun, Ouka-kun, Sho-kun, and I are kinda a rare combi so—

RUKA: Going home so early just kinda feels like a waste…

SHO: Even though you say that Ruka, Gaku asked me to take you home safely.

RUKA: Ack! That bastard…!

MAMIYA: As expected from his partner! He can read you like a book~

OUKA: You laugh at him and all that but, you need to wake up early for filming tomorrow, too.

OUKA: Walk properly, get home, and then go to sleep.

OUKA: Don’t tell me, “let me watch one video before going to sleep,” got it?

MAMIYA: (groans)

SHO: (laughs) Looks like he can read you well, too~

SHO: Although Takaaki takes his work seriously, there are times when he indulges himself, huh?

SHO: Just like me~

RUKA: I-I don’t think that’s something you should be smiling about, Sho-kun… (laughs nervously)

OUKA: Good grief… So, our leaders have the same weird tendencies.

SHO: Please don’t abandon me.

[08:19]

  SHO: (gasps)

RUKA: Hm, what’s wrong, Sho-kun?

SHO: Look, Ruka. Since there are no buildings around, you can see the stars properly.

RUKA: Ah! It’s true!

RUKA: Woah~! Since when did I last see the stars like this~?

OUKA: We might have seen them but didn’t really notice them much.

MAMIYA: So, they can be seen properly even in the city, huh~!

OUKA: The stars I saw from my relative’s house when I was younger were even more amazing.

MAMIYA: Heh~ In the countryside?

OUKA: In Okayama Prefecture’s prefectural border.

OUKA: I was in elementary school back then probably. I went there about 2 or 3 times during summer vacation.

OUKA: In any case, the stars were so beautiful that I’d lay down and look up at them until my mother came to scold me.

OUKA: It’s such a vivid memory that when I close my eyes sometimes, I feel like I can still see them.

OUKA: The scent of incense, the squeaking of the wooden floorboards, the sound of the wind chimes, and the starry sky spreading from the night sky.

RUKA: When I imagine Ouka-kun with stars, it makes for such a perfect picture that I get scared~

RUKA: Ouka-kun, you really love stars, huh?

OUKA: I guess. I love them.

OUKA: Not just the stars but the universe in general. When it’s shown on T.V. I end up watching it completely.

MAMIYA: This is my first time hearing that~

OUKA: Have I not told you…?

OUKA: Don’t you generally prefer conversations where you can talk of anything compared to half-hearted ones that don’t fit your interests?

OUKA: It feels good to be able to talk about what you love, doesn’t it?

MAMIYA: I see~ That’s such a great reason that’s so fitting of you, Ouka.

RUKA: I love stars too but, not on a realistic scale, I guess.

RUKA: I love things with star designs! They can be cute or cool~!

RUKA: Oh, and they’re good luck~!

MAMIYA: Oh! Now that you mention it, I feel like a lot of your t-shirts and bags have star designs on them!

MAMIYA: Don’t you have shoes like that, too? Ya know, the ones designed with stars for buckles and stuff?

RUKA: As expected from Takaaki-kun! You’ve observed well, huh~? Those are my favorite~

RUKA: It’s the one I decorated with the make-up artist backstage! It’s the only one of its kind in the world~

RUKA: I wear them to feel in the mood before a play!

SHO: You really take acting seriously, huh~ Leaving it to luck is not manly, was it?

SHO: Though, you give me the impression that you would leave it to your own abilities.

RUKA: (laughs) That’s correct! That’s exactly it!

RUKA: Whether it’s luck or abilities, the one that wins in the end is the me who practiced a lot.

RUKA: The only superstition I believe are good luck charms, I guess.

RUKA: I usually feel like giving it my all when I’m acting since I can~

RUKA: Though, there are a lot of people on stage who believe in superstitions.

SHO: True. I think I have the same way of thinking. The world is not so simple that we can win on luck alone.

SHO: But, we can’t completely undermine luck and being lucky. That’s about it, I guess~

RUKA: Yep~! Samesies~

[11:43]

  SHO: (chuckles) Hey, does everyone know the legend of Vega from the Lyra constellation? It’s one of the brightest stars in the Summer Triangle.

MAMIYA: That’s pretty sudden~ The Summer Triangle constellation is uh… Altair, Vega, and… Ah, Deneb! It’s that one, right?

MAMIYA: The only thing I know about it are the stars’ names.

OUKA: I’m the same.

RUKA: Wow, you’re amazing! I didn’t even know the stars’ names!

RUKA: I only know the words “Summer Triangle”.

SHO: (chuckles) That’s exactly it.

SHO: Lyra is the constellation that’s shaped like a musical instrument. It’s the lyre that appears in Greek mythology.

SHO: The story goes is that it’s Orpheus’s lyre up in the sky.

SHO: The legend says that Orpheus went to the Underworld to reclaim his departed wife.

SHO: He offered his music to the King of the Underworld and managed to charm him.

SHO: Though, it seems like he failed with his initial plans of bringing his beloved back.

SHO: I’ve been told this story when I was young and I remember admiring the music that was supposed to have swayed even the King of the Underworld’s heart.

SHO: I just remembered that suddenly.

RUKA: I feel like Sho-kun’s violin can shake the heart of the King of the Underworld, too~

SHO: No, no. I still have ways to go.

SHO: I think that the violin is something that I still have to learn for quite a long time.

SHO: It’s never-ending and it makes me feel a bit scared but, it has its own charm, too.

OUKA: It might be quite similar to the reason why I admire the universe.

OUKA: Something that we want to chase for an eternity.

RUKA: Ah, that kind of phrasing is perfect for my ideal stars!

RUKA: Something that we admire for eternity is something that we’d yearn for for a long time!

RUKA: Isn’t that cool~?

MAMIYA: I feel you. Though, it’d be a plus if I can make mine shorter.

MAMIYA: See? Just like those stars spreading above our heads right now.

MAMIYA: I can see them all the time and I feel like I can reach my hand out to them. They’re always watching over us.

MAMIYA: I was just thinking that it’d be nice if the fans thought of us like that, too.

OUKA: “Watching over” is so like you.

MAMIYA: Right?

SHO: Right now, we are the ones being watched over by the stars, huh?

SHO: Let’s continue to do our best so that we can become those kinds of admirable people~

RUKA: Yeah!

RUKA: (singing) ♪ Let’s go home, let’s go home~! I am the great Ruka-kun~! ♪

OUKA: Like I said, your voice is too loud.

MAMIYA: Alright, let’s sing together in a moderate tone then~

MAMIYA: Alright, Ouka, you too~!

OUKA: I won’t sing.

  SHO: (chuckles) We’ll continue to make music that will shake your heart one day.

SHO: Beautiful and dazzling music just like the stars that’s dedicated for you.

  ==END==

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[Post 1 of 3]

Wow! What a week. Summer Crush truly took the life of me, and the way some of these hook ups went, it took the life out of you too. 

Instead of giving everyone an entire rundown of the day-by-day events, I took it upon myself to collect the top ten moments that I felt really stood out to ME, The Daily Pier!

TEN.

I should probably start this countdown off with the Noah/Diana/Natasha triangle going on that none of them know that they are a part of. It’s the most heartwarming thing to happen during this event and I LOVE it! Ok, so just to catch you all up to speed, #SinCarter were married once upon a slay. They eloped when they were off being WAR CRIMINALS for the USA or whatever. So once Natasha began to explore her latent homosexuality that she had repressed all these years the two came to the mutual agreement to just divorce. (Also, her sister was dealing with like, a meth addiction, or something, so that probably didn’t help the relationship). So fast forward 10 years and here they are in the same town with TONS of baggage, and unfinished business.

BUT WAIT a new challenger approaches in Diana Taylor. Noah and Diana have been getting pretty close these past view months. Some people have even said that he’s the rebound to that Daniel guy she was dating. I mean, after MONTHS of heavy petting and will they/won’t they, after their Summer Crush date, rumor has it that the two went back to Noah’s place and … well … *fellatio noises*. Obvs this can’t get out because Diana is in the public eye, so don’t tell anyone.

With a new woman in his life, and the old one present with a lot of shit to work out with him, this new season of the Aryan Chronicles looks promising!

As for who I ship? Well, I want to say #SinCarter because the mutual feelings of their past came back full force during this event. And I still ship Olivia/Diana and Diana/Wes. Neither of which will happen because 1.)Diana and Olivia are “”””””straight”””””””” and 2.)Ever since Diana RANDOMLY left New York she’s been keeping everyone at arms length, especially Wes. Who has too much love to give, and doesn’t deserve that. Who’s to say she won’t do the same to Noah?

I’m watching you Diana (if that is your real name).

NINE.

Q: Rexless_Fan asked “Victor and June hooked up in a fantasy suite and they're roommates so now it's awkward and scandy cuz they haven't told their third roommate at all!”

A: IM SORRY, WHAT BITCH??!!

SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPS BUT ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT DURING THEIR MOVIE NIGHT THE POPCORN WASNT ALL THAT WAS POPPIN, BUT HER PUSSY WAS ALSO?!!!!! I KNEW THAT JUNE WAS SECRETLY A BAD GIRL UNDERNEATH IT ALL. SHE PRETENDS THAT SHE ALL PURE AND INNOCENT AND JUST LIKE SIT IN A FUCKING CORNER WITH HER FUCKING BUGS AND FLOWERS OR WHATEVER BUT ANYBODY WHO FUCKS A BACK UP SINGER FOR A MARGINALLY SUCCESSFUL BAND CLEARLY LIVES ON THE FUCKING EDGE!!

I HEARD THE NEWS THAT JUNE, THE DOLL BABY, ARMSTRONG GOT THAT #DIC BUT I DIDN’T BELIEVE IT AND IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE SHE IS INDEED A SCREAMER!!!!!!

COMING IN AT NUMBER NINE IS JUNE, WHO HAD YOU ALL FOOLED INTO THINKING SHE WAS A INNOCENT ANGEL BABY. WEVE DECIDED TO STAN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

EIGHT.

Coming in at number eight is Phobe “Pharrah Abraham” Cole. It’s true, she was on top of things in more ways than one. But who am i to judge? I actually think it’s progressive, and super inspiring. I mean, ok, take this with a grain of salt, Im not really trying to lie but ... Phobe? Phobe has Genital Herpes. It’s been two weeks since a flair up (according to sources close to her) and I think it’s really brave of her to disclose her status with the MYRIAD of men she ENGAGED with during the week. It just goes to show that it CAN be done! I mean, you did tell them ... right Phobe? Moving on! I will say that while did used to ship Jack/Phobe during the night they hooked up but since Jack allegedly only lasted about 4 minutes it makes me wonder about a future with the two. So many girls who have been with him have written in and told me sex with him is ABYSMAL! He spends the entire time looking in the mirror or taking selfies that he refuses to be focused on the matter at hand. Of course this is all a rumor, but would you really put it past our neighborhood beauty queen? But I guess this isn’t about Jack, and his short comings. Anyways...

SEVEN.

Q: SharkThot asked “Hey DP I just want to start off by saying that I love your site, I’ve been a loyal viewer for years! And I hope Myles Bennett sees this because I love him even more! I don’t care what you say about him DP, Myles is my bae and would never do anyone wrong! Ugh, He makes me (Shark)Weak! I did see him earlier last week getting BULLIED by that Stark Bitch. What was that about?”

A: Aww, SharkThot,

I assume you mean Heidi Stark, the elusive chanteuse. Her arrival has caused quite the controversy, considering she materialized out of no where. I guess this particular countdown entry will have more to do with her than the actual question. But for those of you who don’t know, Heidi Stark is Julian’s slightly more attractive sister. Her strong presence is quite intimidating, but according to a lot of sources ... She’s a complete fraud. She speaks in an Australian accent, but some say she’s from, like, Missouri and only picked up an accent for #clout. Her “designer” clothes? Ross (Dress for Less). And she apparently was spotted raiding a bunch of Payless Shoe Stores for the cheapest prices prior to their shutdown, where she then proceeded to paint the bottom of all the shoes she got red. Oh! And the degree she got from that fashion school on New York? FORGED! She totally went to Devry. I mean, it’s nothing wrong with that, but omg, just be honest girl. Anyways, back to the point. The #BabySharks (Myles’ fandom name) were INCENSED when they saw Fraudi CORNERING Myles at the speed dating event. According to by standers she was totally waving her finger in HIS FACE, SHOVING HIM repeatedly before pouring the ENTIRE CONTENTS of her martini onto his FACE! You would think that since he works in the ocean (and is used to having liquids on his face (Golden Showers ... other bodily fluids) ), Myles would have been unbothered by her VICIOUS ATTACK, but it was said that he left CRYING. Poor Guy. (Lol sike i don’t give a fck).

SIX.

Q: Loganista asked “How could you possibly still be loyal to “King Jason” when all he cares about is that CUNT Alex. You know I saw them going into one of those FUCK SUITE when just 2 days ago they hated each others guts. They make me sick. Do you think it’s time to move on DP?”

A: Hey Loganista,

Ugh, same! You know, Logan Lancaster, and BernBern<3 are right there looking all sexy and things of that nature, hmm, so who knows .. perhaps I could move on one of these days. But not now. But speaking of LongDick Lancaster and the #Jalex reunion you mentioned, the #Lolex and #Jalina dates were less than eventful. The two spent the entire time thinking of the other instead of getting to know the people I set them up with. It makes me feel really bad for LDLogan because he is truly such a nice guy but everyone he gets involved with, is using him. Leah totes just uses him as a dick call, and Alex is always using him as a rebound. When she was on the date with Logan all she could talk about was Jason, Jason, Jason. I heard she told Logan that if it were “6 months ago” (when she wasn’t involved with Jason) she would totally be on all fours for him. Which is bullshit, because she totally FUCKED Logan like, two weeks ago when she was mad at Jason. So what’s the truth Alex?

Thank God Alegenda came out of this unscathed. I wouldn’t want a QUEEN like her with court jester Jason. Sadly, she won’t be able to be with Devin like I wanted, since he had sex with Phobe and … well…

FIVE.

Speaking of Jason, another Sorrentino is on the list of topics for tonight. Brooklyn Sorrentino! Ok, so for those of you who don’t know. Brooklyn was seen crying after an encounter with her ex, Grayson Fox. As I’ve said before, they were engaged to being MARRIED, but out of no where, he left her.  So. naturally I did a little more research on she and her GrayBae Fox and what I found blew my wig right the fuck off. Ok, so it is alleged that (Actual) Daddy Sorrentino (that’s Jason/Brooklyn’s dad) PAID HIM OFF because he had no plans of a complete and total LOSER like Grayson dating, and MARRYING, his daughter. So after receiving this unknown amount of money, Grayson left Brooklyn a note saying his Goodbyes. And now … all the have is memories.

OF COURSE I don’t believe this shit! I still think the bitch's pussy stinks, so he didn’t want to wake up to that every frickin’ day of his life. And besides, it’s been how many years? Wouldn’t he have just told her what’s up at this point? Instead of moving into the same town as her, and acting like NOTHING is wrong? And then proceeding to FLIRT with the LIKES OF DAKOTA SONG? Yes! The two were seen getting pretty cozy, locking fingers, playing footsies, and exchanging hair-care regimes during Summer Crush. Poor Brooklyn, first she got beat up by Phobe and THEN we find out she lost her man. What a loser.

FOUR.

Q: AshersBabyMomma asked “STOP making fun of Asher! It’s so mean!!!!!!!! Asher is really trying his best to get by and all you do is pick on him! Us #Ashies will boycott your blog if you do not stop!”

A: Well, you’re in luck because coming in at number __ is Asher himself! 

And you’re right AshersBabyMomma, Asher has surprisingly been on his best behavior recently. Either that, or you demons have managed to make him look like an angel. Honestly? I think I’m actually going to start being nice to Asher. No more calling him things like “Crackhead Asher”, Ashy Lip Asher, Ashy Asher, and more things Of That Nature. He’s really gotten his act together and I’m so proud of him, and even more apologetic for the way I’ve treated him. 

A moment of silence for the old me that used to make fun of him…

…

…Anyways, Asher is an Escort now (as I said before). He totes is fucking [redacted] in exchange for money and drugs (CRACK not included). In FACT, it is alleged that he offered his services to Alec Clarke. Again, this could all be made up, but they were spotted disappearing into a hotel together where they stayed until the sun came up. (#Romantic) Now girl MIND YOU, Alec is Adam’s roomie, and multiple sources have claimed that he is secretly in LOVE with him! Which is a LIE! If Alec IS a MLM then he has WAY better standards than a Tax Evasionista. And I’m sure Asher has better standards than Alec… well … *Hot Dog on a Stick Flashbacks*..

Nevermind.

THREE.

Q: Emrestoplip asked “Ugh but the Yavuz family are all HOT and not problematic unless ur holding out on us DP”

A: Well I must admit they ARE all hot but sadly they are just as problematic as the rest. 

Specifically that Kessa girl. Her Lifetime Original Movie of a life has completely ruined the dynamic of her family. It’s made both Emre and Leyla (her siblings) RESENT her more than they care to admit and thing are sups awkward between all of them. It’s really sad. Funny that this is the entry right after an Adam mention because coming in at number four are both Adam and Kessa. The two were paired for a date and things got Out of Control.

It really has placed Adam on my heart throb list because little did I FUCKING know that Adam knew how to THROW IT DOWN in the bedroom. The two were caught on camera BANGING THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER, FOUR TIMES IN ONE WEEK. Here I thought Adam was the only sane Aldridge, but it was all a SHAM. HES THE WORST OFFENDER!!!!

NOT ONLY is he a BEAST in the SHEETS, he was spotted EATING KESSA OUT on the SIDE of a BUILDING!!! IM LITERALLY SCREAMING! and to make matters worse, Kessa then left him and got eaten out by, one, Marley Callahan. I SERIOUSLY HOPE EVERYONE GOT TESTED AFTER THIS WEEK because you guys are OUT of your MCFREAKIN MINDS.

I guess you can catch Kessa in first AND second service on Sunday now that she got the most sanctified, purified, holyfied COCK of her life. Amen!

TWO.

Q: MackenziesStolenBrushes asked “Any updates on #JaiMac?”

A: This is a great way to almost end this countdown.

For those of you who don’t know Jamie and Cunty Westwood have decided to amend their troubles and get back together. (Yes, the paintbrushes (that Jamie hid) are back in Cunty’s easel, or whateverthefuck.) This might not be the sensational drama that you were expecting to see at the end of this list but I think it’s a great closer. Jamie and Mac are a shining example of a healthy relationship, and I’ve decided they should ALMOST close out the show.

I do wonder if Jamie found out about the times Mac engaged in MULTIPLE hardcore sexual acts with the #DemonDick himself, Julian Stark. They only ended their fling like two days before #JaiMac got back together, so I’m sure they did? Omg not to gossip, BUT, ok,  I don’t know how to say this politely, but ... there was ass eating involved (on Mac’s end … obviously… I mean, look at him...), and a lot of “I love you’s” were shared between the two. Not to mention cuddling. Late night phone calls, texts, and omg I'm pretty sure they were almost a couple.

Anyways, this might have happened before the event, but to see these two going into PRIDE MONTH a happy couple really is iconic and I thank them for deciding to work things out. Love you two! Kisses!

xx

So I’m sure, you’re wondering who Number 1 is ... 

find out tommorrow.

xo, DP.

[grimoiretales]

Hey! Im a newly practicing witch. And I'm indeed of a cleansing or banishing spell of myself. I suspect that there has been some negative energy or spirit that has taken hold on my body. Do you have any suggestions of spells?

There are plenty of things you can do to fix this! It just depends on what sort or magick you click with best.

Candles:

Meanings can vary but most can agree that a white candle represents purity, cleansing, and calm. A black candle represents protection, grounding, and safety. Burn either - or better, both - in front of, or on top of, a mirror for as long as you feel necessary. Mirrors not only enhance energy, but are often used in spirit work. The black candle will protect you, the white one will cleanse you, and the mirror will help bounce the energy around the room. Works best in a dark room at night.

Spell jars:

Spell jars are the bread and butter of beginners witchcraft. Fill a little jar with moon water for cleansing, and stuff it with things like sage, mint, salt, etc. that will ward off evil spirits. You can use sharpie to draw your chosen protective symbols on it, and seal it with candle wax. There’s endless resources of spell jar ideas here on tumblr, so it’s about finding the ingredients that work best for you. Some say throw the jars away, others say hide them in your house, but it’s up to you. If you do want to throw it away though, use a decomposable container instead of a glass jar.

Runes:

If there is a rune set that you click with - ie elder futhark - then use those, but there’s plenty of how-to tutorials showing you how to make your own personal ones. Again, it’s about what works best for you. You can choose to draw them on your skin in pen, makeup, or even moon water. You can embroider one onto a piece of fabric and carry it with you, or just draw it on paper and stick it in your pocket/shoe. Remember though, they only work properly when they’re charged with your intent.

Some extra tips:

Open your windows and burn sage or incense. Throw crushed up eggshells over your shoulder if you’re outside, throw salt if you’re inside. Meditate with a crystal resting on your forehead. Hang a feather above your bed.

[kronos-the-timelord]

do all the things !!!! from the admitting stuff post !!!!!!!! I dare you !!!!

i’ll do it,,, i’m not a weinie >:l

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? - it was one of my parents so no 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? - no 3. Have you taken someones virginity? - ???? idk???4. Is trust a big issue for you? - kind of,, i was raised to always be wary of ppl, but my friends are some of the ppl i trust the most5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? - no but he’s coming back to the states tomorrow!!!6. What are you excited for? - my bf coming back7. What happened tonight? - i ordered pizza and took a nap8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? - no, but i do get really worried for them bc ppl suck and are horrible9. Is confidence cute? - fuck yeah!!10. What is the last beverage you had? - water11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? - i trust more women, but the guys i do trust are mostly family and then like 3-5 friends/boyfriend’s family 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? - i only own skinny jeans13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? - hang out with my boy and his family14. What are you going to spend money on next? - probably a background check,,,, im not explaining it further15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? - it was my puppy,,, so no,,, but i do give him many cuddles16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? - probably,,,, hopefully,,17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? - tbh @memeathon and @keencheckerboard bc i see them a lot and ive known them for a while,, theyve heard and seen some things about me18. The last time you felt broken? - uhhhhhhhh,, not really sure,,,,, my memory is bad 19. Have you had sex today? - nope20. Are you starting to realize anything? - nuhuh21. Are you in a good mood? - yes22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? - fuck yeah, sign me up 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? - yes24. What do you want right this second? - more reeses 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? - i think the fuck not,,,,, no26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? - yes, but i wanna dye it27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? - no,, i gotta giggle,,i can’t just laugh at myself28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? - my giant dog was curled up on the smallest section of the couch so my mom could cuddle him 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? - my boyfriend ;-;,, he goes to school in england so he’s been gone most of the past school year30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? - i think it depends on the second chance,, like anyone besides someone who cheated, rape/molested, abused, ect. i feel like can get a second chance31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? - no :0,, it was my boy!! i love him!!!32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? - yes,,, he’s known for like 3-4 years33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? - kind of,,, i prefer to drink water, but sometimes i just need that bubble34. Listening to? - noises on my street35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? - yes!! i love pencils,, but ive been using marker pens lately36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? - he’s downstairs being cuddled my mom bc he’s a cuddly puppy37. Do you believe in love at first sight? - no,, like its more of attraction at first sight,, i wouldn’t call it love38. Who did you last call? - my mom39. Who was the last person you danced with? - i think it was one of my coworkers actually,,, we get bored sometimes and just jam at work when we’re doing nothing else40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? - he’s a v cute puppy,, he needs to know he’s loved41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? - i was actually about to go eat one,,,,42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? - yes!!!43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? - oh,, yeah,,,, definitely,,,,44. Do you tan in the nude? - i don’t tan45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? - no,, in fact, i would give him more smooches46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? - no47. Who was the last person to call you? - my manager Rachel!!! shes great and i love her48. Do you sing in the shower? - sometimes,, not lately tho49. Do you dance in the car? - no,, sneezing is difficult,, dancing is more so 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? - yes!! it was one of the years i was at girl scout camp!!51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? - about a year ago,,, it was for my senior pictures52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? - yes, but they’re great!!!53. Is Christmas stressful? - yes and i hate it 54. Ever eat a pierogi? - maybe??? idk55. Favorite type of fruit pie? - apple56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? - obstetric nurse!!57. Do you believe in ghosts? - yes,, too many weird things have happened to me and my family to not to 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? - yes,, when i was younger i used to get dreams that like, predicted, what was going to happen the next day,, like one that i remember is in 3rd grade is my friend was standing in front of the lockers in a blue shirt (i knew he didnt have one) and the next he came in and showed my his new shirt (blue) that he got after school that matched the lockers59. Take a vitamin daily? - no60. Wear slippers? - sometimes,, but i made them my outside slippers,,, ones that i wear when i dont want to wear actually shoes61. Wear a bath robe? - no, but ive looked at them before,, i want one62. What do you wear to bed? - t-shirt/tank top and either shorts or just my underwear63. First concert? - uhhhh, i think it was one on vacation,, but they were a band that dressed up as the beetles and played their songs64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? - ive sold my soul to target65. Nike or Adidas? - adidas (its my bf favorite brand)66. Cheetos Or Fritos? - cheetos67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? - sunflower seeds68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? - look what you made me do69. Ever take dance lessons? - i took ballet when i was younger70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? - not really,,71. Can you curl your tongue? - yes72. Ever won a spelling bee? - i got 3rd place in the one during second grade that was only for the second graders and v unofficial 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? - yes74. What is your favorite book? - the reciever of many series that @kata-chthonia has written,, its really good 10/10 would recommend 75. Do you study better with or without music? - its gotta be instrumentals or i do have a playlist that only has an africa cover my ninja sex party and i listen to that on repeat76. Regularly burn incense? - no,, but i burn many candles77. Ever been in love? - yes78. Who would you like to see in concert? - no one,,, im not the biggest fan of concerts79. What was the last concert you saw? - my highschools band 80. Hot tea or cold tea? - hot tea!!81. Tea or coffee? - tea!!!82. Favorite type of cookie? - chocolate chip83. Can you swim well? - yes,,, not commonly known fact but i wear a size 11 shoe (they’re actually bigger than my boyfriends and i think thats hilarious) so my feet are kinda like flippers84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? - yes, but not for long85. Are you patient? - yes86. DJ or band, at a wedding? - probably a dj bc its cheaper, but a band sounds fun!!!87. Ever won a contest? - yes, but it was a v tiny one on amino that im not part of any more 88. Ever have plastic surgery? - nope and dont want it89. Which are better black or green olives? - black,, but i do like the purple ones90. Opinions on sex before marriage? - im cool with it,, just depends on the ppl91. Best room for a fireplace? - living room92. Do you want to get married? - yeah

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

War of Attrition: Chapter 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. You visit an old, dangerous person, knowing full well that you might not come out of the confrontation alive. Warnings: Swearing (always), mentions of: past torture, death, blood, weapons. Allusions to PTSD. Word Count: ~4,704 A/N: Not dead, I promise. Finally out of school, though.

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Bucky’s smile was melancholy, too, the destruction of the city a fresh horror in his mind, along with the fear of losing you. Again.

“That’s… that’s good,” he said finally, looking up at you with what could only be adoration.

Your smile turned a little lighter- a little more genuine- and you nodded. “Yeah. I think so, too.”

Bucky was quiet next to you as you walked down the street. He hadn’t talked since you got on the boat to Japan, having long since realized there wasn’t a point in trying to talk you out of your latest endeavor.

Not that you blamed him. Your idea would almost definitely end with you and Bucky being killed or heavily wounded. Still, your conscience didn’t let you sit still after what you’d remembered a few days ago.

A small clearing. Cherry trees blossoming, petals bright even in the gloom of early night. Blood seeping into cherry wood floors. Two smiling faces looking up at you in black and white. Flashing claws of bone. Bucky’s pained groan and steely gaze.

Between the tiny glimpses and uneasy feeling in your gut you’d long suspected you’d done something as the Soldiers, but then you’d woken up in a cold sweat a few weeks ago and told Bucky everything you could before your mind lost the memories again.

The next two weeks had been spent yelling and fighting and eventually you put your foot down, saying you were going to apologize to Logan face to face, regardless of the possible outcomes (most of which, if you were being honest with yourself, entailed ending up in a pool of your own blood).

Bucky twitched as someone turned onto the small street you were walking down, jarring you back into the present. The area was so low-tech that you hadn’t bothered with the nano skin, relying on clothes and sunglasses to keep your enhancements hidden. You had a sinking feeling that trying to hide your true identities would only incense Logan further, and you needed every advantage you could get if you wanted more than a snowball’s chance in hell of getting out.

You reached out for Bucky’s hand nearly without thinking, the action subconscious at this point.

“Why’s he gotta live in the middle of nowhere?” Bucky muttered as soon as the civilian was out of earshot. He was still as annoyed about the whole affair as he had been the entire last two days.

You glanced at Bucky for only a second then quickly returned to scanning the area for threats. “Can you really imagine Logan living in the middle of a busy city?” you asked quietly. Bucky only huffed out an annoyed sigh but all that did was make your lips quirk up in a smirk. “‘Sides, this works out better for us anyway.”

“We stick out like sore thumbs,” Bucky countered, annoyance clear as day in his tone.

You shrugged, gently jostling your intertwined hands. “Maybe. I figure an area as pretty as this gets tourists, even if it is a bit rural.”

Bucky’s steel blue eyes finally turned on you, disbelief barely noticeable in the set of his jaw and the lines around his eyes. “They don’t even have electricity out here, Doll.”

You bit back a smirk. “That’s why it took us so long to find ‘im, though. Maybe he’s got the right idea.”

“You’d go insane within the week,” Bucky said flatly, obviously guessing where you were going with that line of thought.

You fought the urge to pout and gently nudged him with your shoulder instead. “Not if I set up next to a river and made a hydro-electric dam for myself. Or finally finished my portable nuclear reactor.”

Bucky’s gaze turned worried and perhaps a shade frantic. “Please don’t do either of those things. I’m beggin’ ya.”

The Brooklyn accent slipped in whenever you caught him off guard and you couldn’t help but smile whenever it returned with a vengeance like that. “Fine, fine. This is our turn, anyhow. Gotta be on alert now.”

Bucky’s face turned stony again and you missed the light in his eyes that had been there just a moment ago as he stared down the narrow dirt road. He was nervous, but you knew his fear wasn’t for his own well being. It was reserved for you.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze which he returned. In perfect synchronization you both stepped forward and began walking down the road.

The farther you walked, the jumpier you and Bucky became. Even with your backscatter vision and Bucky’s enhanced hearing you were loath to underestimate the short, angry man.

The cabin came into vision without incident, though, and a quick backscatter peek inside told you he wasn’t home.

You stopped at the edge of the clearing, skin prickling uncomfortably as your scattered memories overlaid with the present. The house that Logan had built was eerily similar to the one he’d shared with his wife (Itsu. Japanese. Married Logan in 1946. Skilled swordswoman. Pregnant. Clean kill; slash to the throat and stomach. Weapon: Katana.).

You shook the clinical thoughts from your head and tugged Bucky to a stop. He looked down at you warily. “Not here,” you said, answering his unasked question. He nodded, but didn’t relax at all.

“How long do we wait?” he asked eyes darting around the clearing.

You frowned and tried to ground yourself more firmly in the present by leaning against Bucky, who stilled marginally at the contact. “As long as it takes,” you whispered as the image of a happy, young Japanese woman in 40′s clothing flashed in your mind.

The first sign was Bucky tensing next to you, going so still he could be mistaken for a statue. You flicked your eyes to backscatter without hesitation, eyelids closed as you searched every direction, not that you had to look very hard.

Logan was frozen maybe two hundred feet down the path, nostrils flaring and brows drawing low over his eyes.

What surprised you, though, was the metal attached brutally to his skeleton. You’d heard the rumors and scavenged what information you could on the Weapon X program (only to shut it down if you found any traces of it, not that you’d been successful in either capacity). Still, seeing it in person- well, mostly in person- was something else entirely.

You tensed and stood slowly. Bucky was already on his feet and staring down the road at exactly where Logan was, though you knew vision of him would still be blocked by the trees. Any second now Logan would charge through the trees and rip you and Bucky to shreds with those wicked metal-covered claws.

Logan drew a deep breath and you knew if he was any harrier than he already was you’d be able to see his hair stand on end. As it was, he was even tenser than Bucky.

The two of you had barely been able to run away last time and that was before he’d been infused with adamantium. You’d both had a few upgrades between now and 1946, but you doubted that’d mean much in the end.

When he stepped forward calmly, almost serenely, you couldn’t help the surprise that leapt to your face. The sudden change in expression made Bucky glance down at you and, while he looked confused by your reaction, he didn’t relax at all.

In fact, his confused frown only turned into a glower once Logan walked into view.

He paused as soon as he laid eyes on the two of you, dark brown eyes assessing and less hostile than you’d expected. He was maybe a hundred feet/thirty meters away, so close you could reach him in a second if you used your cybernetics.

He looked you and Bucky up and down and you fought the urge to flinch under his stare. The last time you’d seen him he was trying to kill you, and you couldn’t even blame him. You’d just murdered his wife and unborn child, after all.

The silence stretched on for what felt like a small eternity. You’d had so many things you’d wanted to say the moment you saw him, but everything seemed inadequate now that you were looking at him, the weight of your sins bearing down on you like a physical weight.

Then, “Guess I owe Romanoff ten bucks.”

Your eyes widened in shock and even Bucky shifted next to you. You opened your mouth to ask... something, anything... but Logan was already turning away from you and walking towards the house. The old fashioned doors didn’t even have a lock; he merely slid the bamboo doors open and stepped inside, pausing only long enough to take his shoes off.

You and Bucky stared after him in stunned surprise, not expecting that sort of reaction in a hundred years.

“You comin’ in or what?” came a gruff, half-yelled question from inside the house.

Bucky looked at you, uncertainty narrowing his eyes and making that ever-present tension return twofold.

“I doubt you two came from god-knows-where just to sit out there and gawk at my house like a coupla idiots.” He sounded even more annoyed this time.

Your legs moved of their own accord, not having listen to any conscious command from your mind. The house loomed over you as you walked closer but you didn’t dare stop now, afraid you’d turn and run if you stopped to think for a moment.

Bucky was silent but you knew he was following you; he’d already agreed to do this with you, after all, no matter what came.

The house was traditional in nearly every sense of the word. The flats you’d been wearing came off instantly (you felt more comfortable without shoes on, anyway) and Bucky’s muddy, scuffed boots followed a half second later. You used backscatter to find Logan and tilted your head in the right direction so Bucky would know where to go.

You’d half expected to find a TV or refrigerator or microwave, but every modern appliance was missing. The sitting room Logan was in had a tatami mat floor with a single low, long table and a few pillows for sitting. The floor and table were nice, obviously hand-crafted with care, but the pillows were old and raggedy.

Logan was already sitting at the far end of the table, looking almost lazy as he leaned against it, though his eyes were sharply assessing as you and Bucky appeared in the doorway.

“So? Who am I talking to? The Barneses or the Winter Soldiers?” he asked, tone carefully neutral, almost disinterested.

You winced and opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All of those hours spent agonizing over what you’d say, how you’d apologize, and now that you were finally here-

Logan scoffed and reached into a small box on the table. Bucky shuffled, obviously expecting a weapon, but your hand on his arm stilled him instantly.

“Guess that answers that,” he said flatly. Logan pulled out a long cigar and cut it with the tip of a metal-covered claw, which peeked out of the skin between his knuckles and flashed ominously in the low light. The sharp edge disappeared back into his skin, though, and you and Bucky both relaxed ever so slightly. “Sit down, assholes,” he said gruffly as he placed the cigar between his lips and lit it with a match from a book he pulled from his pocket.

You and Bucky exchanged a glance. You could tell from a split-second assessment that he was still unsure about how this would end. But... if Logan was going to attack he would have by now... right?

A second later you stepped forward, tugging a reluctant Bucky with you. You sat at the opposite end of the table from Logan, who was watching the two of you closely.

You settled down on a lumpy pillow and Bucky sat down next to you, forgoing a pillow in lieu of being as close to you as possible. You could tell he didn’t like having his back to a door, but the walls were made of paper and thin wood- it wasn’t like you couldn’t make an escape in any direction if the need arose.

The silence stretched on again, with neither you nor Bucky able to come up with a coherent sentence. Logan puffed quietly at his cigar, seemingly content to let the two of you stew in silence.

“Y’know, if I got cell service out here I woulda called Rogers and Romanoff by now.”

You and Bucky froze again, eyes widening slightly. It was Bucky who managed to talk first. “You’ve been- They contacted you?” he asked, not quite able to keep the fear out of his voice.

Logan let out a long exhale and you fought the urge to wrinkle your nose at the smoke. “They thought you two might come knockin’. Guess they know you better‘n ya think.” That made both you and Bucky clam up, unsure of what to say next. This wasn’t going how either of you thought it would. When it was clear neither of you would speak any time soon, Logan let out an annoyed huff. “I don’t have enough saké for this...” he muttered, running a rough hand down his face. When he looked at you again, his eyes were a bit harder. “And I don’t got all day, either. Speak up or I’m kickin’ you out.”

You frowned and reached for Bucky’s hand, needing the comfort it provided to get you through what you were about to say. He met you halfway and gave you a gentle squeeze that bolstered you enough that you were able to find the courage to speak, though your gaze was fixed on the table.

“How much do you know?” you asked, almost fearing the answer.

Logan puffed on his cigar and took his time responding. “Natasha and Rogers handed me a file. Told me everything they knew, which I’m guessing isn’t even the half of it. Still, there were enough damn nightmares in that folder that, for the first time in seventy years, I didn’t wanna kill ya.” Your and Bucky’s gazes flicked to him then, surprise lining your features. Logan took one look at you and scoffed. “Don’t go gettin’ all doe eyed, ya damn idiots. You’re way too old and badass to be lookin’ like that.”

Your mouth twitched up in a sort of aborted smile, but your frown returned with a vengeance. “We’re sorry. I know words can never make up for what we did... what I did-” Bucky made a distressed, angry noise beside you, but your gaze was glued to Logan. “-But we are.” You scooted away from Bucky and got on your knees, then slowly lowered your forehead to the ground, hands set on either side of your head. A second later you felt Bucky shift next to you and you could glimpse him mirroring your position out of the corner of your eye. Lowering his guard like this in front of Logan must have been killing him, but he stayed doggedly in place.

For a second, there was only the sound of Logan smoking his cigar, but you didn’t have long to wait. “Dogeza? Really? Get up, you fucking idiots,” he sounded irritated and conflicted.

You raised your head at the same time Bucky did and immediately gravitated back towards his side. His arm was around your waist a second later and you practically melted into his side.

Logan was glaring at the two of you and you fought the urge to grab Bucky and run. He seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke again. “I know what happened wasn’t your damn fault. That much was clear.” Another pause, then, “A lot of shit happened after that night. The kid lived, then tried to kill me at least a half dozen times. I got experimented on. Fell in love a few times. Got married to a woman who wanted to kill me. Joined the X-Men and dealt with their bullshit for a few decades...” he trailed off, annoyance obviously growing by the second. He blinked once or twice and seemed to refocus on you and Bucky. “Point is, between what’s happened to me and what Rogers and Natasha told me... I ain’t gonna hold it against you.”

You knew you were staring at Logan, slack-jawed, but you couldn’t help it. Never in a million years did you expect this response and- “But how, Logan? I killed her and she-”

Logan’s face turned thunderous. “If you could go back right now- to that night- would you do it again? Slit her throat with her own katana and leave her to die in a pool of her own blood?”

You flinched as if struck by a physical blow, memories flashing behind your eyes. “No-” your voice failed for a second and you had to swallow thickly. “No, I wouldn’t- I don’t want to-” Your words failed you again and you barely registered Bucky pulling you to his chest.

Logan’s face returned to something a little more neutral. If you weren’t mistaken, his deep brown eyes were a little sad. “Yeah, well, there’s the answer, right? Wasn’t you; wasn’t your choice.”

Bucky was running his hands gently over your arms, an obvious attempt to ground and comfort you. Your eyes, however, were fixed on Logan’s deceptively relaxed form. “But I did it,” you breathed. Now that Logan had all but forgiven you, you found yourself at a loss. Why didn’t he hate you? He should. You should have just stopped talking and taken what he gave you, but you almost needed his hate. You deserved it.

“Yeah, you did.” His voice was carefully neutral, not accusatory, just stating a fact.

“Then why?” Your voice was strained, your mind unable to process what was happening.

Logan sighed, wafting a large plume of smoke into the room. “Nah, we’re not gonna talk each other in circles all night. I’ve said my piece and you’ve said yours.” You stared at him, wanting to say more, but he continued speaking before you could. “How’d you find me? More of your tech mumbo jumbo?” 

The sudden change of subject had you reeling and Bucky recovered before you.

“Wade,” he said hoarsely.

Logan looked truly annoyed now. “Wade? As in Wade Wilson?” he growled.

Bucky’s smile was more of a grimace. “The one and only.”

“And how the hell does that bastard know where I am?” He looked peeved at the very prospect.

You shrugged. “Dunno. I asked if he’d seen you around lately and he said he’d- and I quote- ‘ask Tin Man to call in a favor with Wheels’.“

Logan groaned, took the cigar from his mouth with one hand, and ran his other hand down his face in exasperation. “I hate that kid. Doesn’t know when to shut up... S’pose he could be worse, though...” The look on Logan’s face was a little haunted and you wondered, momentarily, what Wade had done to him. When you’d talked to him a few weeks ago Wade had been polite to a fault, if not a bit weird. You’d had trouble keeping up with whatever he was talking about, but the moment you’d asked for help locating Logan he’d said “Whatever it takes to help move the plot along! You haven’t had a new chapter in weeks!” You’d stared at him as though he’d grown a second head, but he got on his cell phone and within ten minutes you had Logan’s location. One long drive and a nauseating boat ride later and you were in Japan.

Logan groaned and nearly bit his cigar in half. “Shit, I need to move. I just finished the damn tatami, too.” He ran a hand over the mats covering the floor, scowling at them as though it was somehow the floor’s fault.

You grimaced. “Sorry. I didn’t know how else to find you.“

Logan waved a hand, dismissing your apology. “It’s done now. Didn’t plan on stayin’ here forever anyway.” He reached the end of his cigar and snubbed the end against his palm, wincing only slightly before placing the small, gently-smoking end on the table.

You shifted nervously, unsure of what to do now that you’d more or less gotten your thoughts and feelings across to Logan. Bucky ended up deciding for you and stood, extending a hand to help you up once he was on his feet. You stared at the paper wall, trying your best to avoid Logan’s assessing gaze and Bucky’s concerned looks. “We’ll... be on our way, then. We don’t want to impose any more than we already have. Goodbye, Logan.” You turned to leave with Bucky following closely behind, but Logan’s gruff voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait.”

This was it. This was when he unsheathed those deadly sharp claws and tried to kill both of you. You tensed and turned around slowly, not wanting to startle Logan into attacking any sooner than necessary.

“I’m sorry.” Logan’s face was twisted into a grimace, as though the words hurt him to say.

Those two words shocked you so thoroughly that your arms dropped limply to your side and you felt your shoulders slump. You knew your mouth was open and your eyes were wide but you couldn’t do anything about that just then.

Logan’s dark eyes met yours and you could tell it was him that was having trouble keeping eye contact now. “I shoulda looked for you. Both of you.” He glanced up at Bucky, who shifted restlessly next to you, likely caught even more off guard by Logan’s declaration than you, as they’d never really gotten along. “By the time Dugan told me what happened, Rogers had already put the plane in the ice. I knew it was suspicious that we hadn’t found either of you, even if it was in the middle of nowhere. I was one’a the only people who probably coulda found ya, and I didn’t. Didn’t even try. I shoulda-” he growled, and reached into the cigar box, prepping his next cigar in a flash. Barely a few seconds later he had the fat cigar in his mouth, scowl lining his brow.

“Thanks for saying that, Logan, but it ain’t nobody’s fault but Hydra’s.” Bucky’s voice was the softest you’d ever heard it when speaking to Logan and the shorter man glared at him, probably feeling as awkward as Bucky had felt at Logan’s words.

“And Logan?” you said with a small frown.

“Mm?” Logan grunted, brown eyes flicking back to your face, brow quirked ever-so-slightly in question.

“If you ever want to talk- or need some backup- you got two people who understand and will be more than willing to help.” You tried to give him what you hoped was a kind smile, though happy expressions were hard to make unless it was Bucky eliciting them.

“Not that we’re exactly the picture of mental health,” Bucky added dryly.

That, at least, drew an amused snort from Logan. “You and me both, pal,” he said gruffly. “So, what? You gonna give me some piece of crap cellphone with your number in it, too?” When you raised an eyebrow Logan rummaged around in one of his jacket’s pockets, eventually managing to extricate an ancient flip phone. He held it in the air and waved it once before shoving it back in his pocket. “Rogers gave it to me in case I managed to get a lead on you two.”

That made you frown and you fought the urge to fry it to pieces; that would almost definitely lead to a fight between you and Logan. However, you had a hunch that you were eager to prove. “But you’re not gonna tell them anything.”

Logan sighed out a puff of smoke. “Nope.”

Bucky tilted his head to the side and regarded Logan with a quizzical expression. “Why not?”

It was only after he took another puff of his cigar and blew it into the air that he responded. “Because you don’t wanna be found.”

You and Bucky stared at him for a moment then exchanged disbelieving glances before returning your gazes to him. “Just like that?” you asked with a small frown. It was too good to be true. All of this was. Neither of you were that lucky. Hell, Logan wasn’t that lucky.

Logan’s gaze turned hard. “Guess there is one more part. If you two go off the rails again it’ll be my duty to stop you.”

You felt your blood run cold at the thought. As far as you knew, the number of people who could stop you and Bucky could be counted on your hands at this point. One of them was definitely Logan.

It made sense, though. He was honorable. By letting you go now he was at least partially responsible for anything you did from this point onward. If Hydra got a hold of you again or if both of you regressed... he’d hunt you down.

“That’s fair,” you said after a pregnant pause, mouth in a hard, grim line. Bucky shifted restlessly next to you, upset at the prospect but knowing that, ultimately, it was probably for the best. “I don’t think either of us would want-” you bit your lip, eyes once again falling to the mats.

“If we become the Soldiers again, that’s for the best,” Bucky said quietly. You glanced at him, but he was staring Logan dead in the eyes, jaw set grimly.

Logan nodded once to him before his eyes flicked to you, features softening a bit. “Go on, then. I’d offer you a room fro the night, but I know you’re itching to get outta here.” The words could have been harsh, but they were said with just a bit too much fondness for them to come off that way.

“Thank you, Logan,” you said earnestly. Bucky nodded his agreement, blue-grey eyes tumultuous.

He barked out a laugh. “That’s not my real name, y’know.”

You frowned, not in on the joke that had made him laugh. “I wasn’t aware ‘Logan’ was a false name.”

Logan’s grin turned a little smug. “Name’s James.”

That drew a startled laugh out of you and even a glance at Bucky revealed his lip shad turned up in a begrudging smile. “‘Course it is...” he muttered, not quite managing to sound annoyed.

Your laughs quieted after a moment, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. Unspoken comments about how rare laughs came these days and how young you sounded when you did hung stale in the air between you, but you put on a small smile. “See you ‘round, Jimmy,” you said, tossing him a wink you hoped was playful and not flirty before turning and heading for the door.

Bucky snorted and you could hear Logan groan. The guys didn’t speak for a second (you were sure you’d be able to hear them through the paper-thin walls if they had), but after a pause, Logan grumbled a “See you, bub,” which was the closest you’d ever heard Logan get to sounding fond when it came to Bucky.

Another pause, then, “Be safe, old man.”

An annoyed grumble. “I only got thirty five years on ya, ya fucking shithead.”

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. That was so close to how you remembered their interactions being back in the day that it nearly shocked you back seventy years. The sarcastic response you were half expecting didn’t come, however, and Bucky was beside you a moment later, taking his time to lace up his boots carefully while you waited just outside the door, watching the area for any threats.

“Ready to go?” he asked a moment later as he stepped up beside you. His blue-grey eyes searched your face for any flicker of emotion that would set off warning bells, but for the first time in a long time, your head wasn’t a complete mess. Or, at least, you had one burden among hundreds taken from your shoulders.

“Yeah, Buck. Let’s go home.”

Next Chapter

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5 Senses Development Questions!

Hear:

How would you describe the sound of your muse’s voice? deep , authoritative , confident , pridefull

What sorts of music do they like to listen to? hip-hop , rap , country , rock ( anything except heavy metal )

If they had to pick three songs to listen to for the rest of their life, what would those three songs be? all of me by The Score , Statement by Neffex , and Rumors by Lee Brice .

What’s their favorite sound? the sound of the rain .

Their least favorite sound? screams ! for obvious reasons .

Touch:

What’s one of your muse’s favorite textures? smooth and polished metal 

What does their skin feel like? Smooth? Rough? rough

Do they like maintaining a skincare routine? yes actually . he is very picky about his apperance .

Are there any textures that your muse doesn’t like? Why? he doesn’t care for the texture of sandpaper . to gritty .

How often do they clip their nails? Do they bite them? clips them as soon as it is needed .

Sight:

Is their vision good, or do they need glasses or contacts? vision is remarkable and so is his aim .

Do they like to use their glasses or contacts if they need them? he would absolutely despise wearing eyewear !

What is your muse’s visual aesthetic? (eg: outfits, colors, etc.) pretty simple outfit ( streetwear ) jeans , tanktop , running shoes .

What normal looking objects appear ugly to your muse? modern interior decorating .

Are they good or bad at winking? bad.

Smell:

What does your muse smell like? this would be dependent but im going with streetwear . so cologne usually a wood like scent . 

Favorite candle scent? vanilla with a twist of cinnamon

What sorts of shampoo scents do they like? fresh scented .

What’s their favorite smell? fresh herbs , the smell after a good rain , and incense .

What’s their least favorite smell? blood

Taste:

If your muse had a taste, how would you describe it? metallic .

Are they more of a sweet or salty person? salty 

What flavor lip balm do they usually use? unflavored

Do they lick, or do they bite? bite 

What’s their favorite meal to make / eat? grilled chicken with baked potato and green beans

tagged by : nobody i stole this

 tagging : @beyondthetemples , @lightpokemonking

[fuckindiva]

I was tagged by @grantcary​ to do a bunch of stuff which I'll do bc I want/need to distract my mind (thank you dear!)

Soft Questions Tag

1. What’s one thing that made you smile today? making fun of my dog 2. Favorite scent? Incenses! lots of them 3. What’s your favorite weather? I like it cold 4. Do you have any comfort movies or books? Grease helps me put me in a good mood 5. One food that you never get tired of? lasagna 6. Name 3 fictional characters that first comes to your mind: rust cohle my love, t’challa, michael corleone 7. What song makes you feel the most uplifted? enya, mostly caribbean blue or orinoco flow 8. One otp you’ll go back to? vito and carmela corleone 9. Favorite item of clothing? currently my crystals necklaces 10. One song that never fails to make you cry? river by joni mitchell 11. Dream url(s): I like mine 12. What do you do for self-care? Yoga, music, film, elder scrolls 13. Favorite seasonal holiday? halloween!

10 songs come up on shuffle 

chop suey - SOAD

libiamo ne’ lieti calici from la traviata

pumped up kicks - foster the people

tight as - john lennon

formation - beyonce

addio sogni - giuseppe di stefano

suffer little children - the smiths

matangi - mia

venus in furs - velvet underground

lady madonna - beatles

Rules: tag followers you want to get know better! Name: bruna Gender: female Star sign: aquarius Height: 1,63 cm Sexuality: bi House: slytherin What image do you use as your wallpaper: a johnny gloom’s art Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? yes Where do you see yourself In ten years? rip (resting in peace) If you could be anywhere right now where would you be? an italian villa  What was your coolest Halloween costume? i enjoyed dressing as morticia addams last year Favourite 90s tv show? xfiles Last kiss: promiscuous bc im a ho Have you ever been stood up?: no Have you ever been to Las Vegas: no Favourite pair of shoes: i like my black boots Favourite fruit: i like strawberries but theres many more Favourite book: harry potter, all of them The stupidest thing you’ve ever done: too many but like this bitch be breathin All-time favourite tv shows: true detective and iasip All-time favourite songs: nahh way too many Last movie you saw: mona lisa smile

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 people you’d like to get to know. Nickname: bru, a guy from my job calls me morticia and i want it to stick Favorite color: black Current favorite song: hmm espirito del agua by ataraxia & summoning of the artists by hexperos Favorite idea to get creative with: depends on the mood What do I like to do when I’m alone: also depends Average sleeping hours: with my current medication i sleep like 12 hours if possible Cats or dogs: im kinda afraid of cats ngl What do I think of my friends: @discoveryinthedark binch i hate you ♡ Number of blankets I sleep with: usually 1 or 0 but lately its been so cold + im sick so im sleeping with 3 Dream job: full time hermit witch Dream trip: italyy When I made this account: 2010 i think? jesus Number of followers: Ive reached 19,002 !!! 

shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up + my favorite lyrics from those songs

1. waiting for the night - depeche mode // i'm waiting for the night to fall, i know that it will save us all, when everything's dark, keeps us from the stark reality

2. caribbean blue - enya // if all you told was turned to gold, if all you dreamed was new, imagine sky high above in caribbean blue

3. honey bucket - melvins // (? good luck trying to understand those lyrics)

4. sugar blues - nina hagen // my loving man, as sweet as can be, but the doggone fool turned sour on me

5. the host of seraphim - dead can dance // (indecipherable but very relatable anyway)

6. and i love her - beatles //  bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, i know this love of mine will never die, and i love her

7. into the hollow - qotsa // I live behind my eyes (...) that's why i always go alone into tomorrow

8. working class hero - john lennon // THE WHOLE DAMN SONG

9. baby its you - beatles // it doesn't matter what they say, i know i'm gonna love you any old way

10. redundant - green day // i cannot speak, i lost my voice, i’m speechless and redundant cause i love you is not enough, i'm lost for words

I'm tagging anyone reading this who wants something to pass the time as well!

[feycreature]

All Of Them (multiples of 3 work tho dhdhgfj)

@furrybarista asked for a few as well but here we are

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

last person i dmed? yeah

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

every day

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

nope

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

not really

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

ive hung out with One person recently

6. What are you excited for?

dnd in about 2 hours!

7. What happened tonight?

well tonight im playing dnd, last night i finished watching dread?

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

i think its uncomfortable to be around anyone whos really wasted, idk about disgusting

9. Is confidence cute?

yes

10. What is the last beverage you had?

i currently have a strawberry smoothie from pulp

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

thats a difficult question to answer when i and almost all of my friends are trans and thats confusingly worded in this context

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

yes

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

either play video games or dnd, probably

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

probably starbucks

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

nope

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

absolutely

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

probably dante or luca

18. The last time you felt broken?

i prefer not to think about that because its very often

19. Have you had sex today?

no

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

not that i can think of rn

21. Are you in a good mood?

yeah!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

yes!

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

probably? idk i try to avoid eye contact with him

24. What do you want right this second?

to kiss my boyfriend

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

well, given that i know You, dante, you wouldnt just go and kiss someone else without talking to me about it, and assuming a conversation about that happened, i would be supportive of that endeavor

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

sort of? its still brown on the sides but i dyed it red a couple months ago so its pink on top

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

probably not

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

I HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE I WANNA HUG AND NEVER LET GO SO IM JUST GONNA MAKE A KATAMARI OF LOVE

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

ALL MY FRIENDS

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

depends what they did and how they feel about it

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

THE LAST BOY I WAS TALKING TO WAS U DANTE

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I SURE HOPE U DO

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

i Rarely drink soda

34. Listening to?

in one ear by cage the elephant

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

yep!

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

not specifically

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

nope

38. Who did you last call?

my mom probably

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

uhhh i think booker in 8th grade. i dont dance

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

because we were dating and we wanted to

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

last night

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

nope

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

i embarrass myself in front of everyone, all the time

44. Do you tan in the nude?

i have a goddamn farmer’s tan

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

nope!

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

yeah

47. Who was the last person to call you?

also my mom, probably

48. Do you sing in the shower?

yes

49. Do you dance in the car?

yeah,

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

i have an archery range in my basement

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

school photos last year

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

YES AND I LOVE THEM

53. Is Christmas stressful?

yes but purely bc of family interaction

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

all the time??

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

apple

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

uhh i wanted to be an astronaut for a while

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

who doesnt

59. Take a vitamin daily?

nope

60. Wear slippers?

nah

61. Wear a bath robe?

i own one, dont wear it often

62. What do you wear to bed?

t shirt and pjam pants

63. First concert?

owl city

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

walmart i guess?

65. Nike or Adidas?

i own a pair of adidas shoes thats abt it66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

fritos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

sunflower seeds

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

no.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

nope

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

i forget the exact words but the cool nerd stuff u do,

71. Can you curl your tongue?

yes

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

never been in one

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

all the time

74. What is your favorite book?

lame but the great gatsby

75. Do you study better with or without music?

i dont study well, period

76. Regularly burn incense?

hate it

77. Ever been in love?

i am right now!

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

other than the artists ive already seen in concert: icon for hire, walk the moon, bastille, cage the elephant, and steam powered giraffe

79. What was the last concert you saw?

fall out boy! the mania tour! apparently cleveland was the start of the tour so i was in the first group of people to ever hear expensive mistakes!

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

iced

81. Tea or coffee?

tea

82. Favorite type of cookie?

uhhh the really good sugar cookies i learned to make off tumblr

83. Can you swim well?

id like to think so

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

didnt know there were people who cant

85. Are you patient?

on a good day

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

dj

87. Ever won a contest?

yeah

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

nope

89. Which are better black or green olives?

depends in what

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

go for it

91. Best room for a fireplace?

living room

92. Do you want to get married

probably