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I aspire to be Dr. Bridgit Mendler

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Naomi Scott in Lemonade mouth (2011) please if you save or use like or reblog

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absolutely love it when disney chanel musical movies have the rival artist only preform songs about how fucking great they are and how everyone wants to be them like yeah no symbolism here babygirl we’re just getting right to the fucking point

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Hi! I love all of your writing, could please do Benedict and best friend reader at a ball and he over hears some girls bullying reader and goes OFF and reader runs off and he thinks he’s embarrassed her but when he finds her she explains she found it super hot and then some smut please! 💖

You are in love 1 || B.B

Part 2 of " you are in love"

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x best friend! Reader, + Polin

Warning: fem! reader, no description of reader, friendly flirting and teasing, mutual pinning, use of inappropriate words, reader has a step sister. Fluff and angst, part 1 of you are in love. Part : 2 will be smut

Rigel's note 🪩: Thank you for requesting, and the compliment<3333 *smooches* I hope you don't mind me doing it in two parts :) the title is taken from Taylor Swift's song " you are in love", it popped as soon as I read best friend reader, hope it's not as bad as it's in my head, sending love back, also part 2 soon.

" Perks of being a woman, you don't have to dance with Eloise bridgerton." You remarked when it was the fifth time Eloise stepped on lord White's toe.

Benedict snorted on his lemonade as he looked at you sideways, his iconic lop sided grin plastered to his smug face.

" I was her dance partner, " Benedict fake sniffed, wiping the fake tear, ", that too, before she started lessons."

You winced at the idea of Eloise before her lesson and gave Benedict a pat on his back for being ever the sacrifice.

" I thought that's why you danced wierd " you told him, smiling when he looked at you scandalously.

" Excuse me ?! " He narrowed his eyes, " you take that back ! " He slammed the glass down with force.

" Will not, you dance like...like a snowman ! " You beamed, slamming your fan down and glaring back, nose to nose, eye to eye.

" That never stopped you from dancing with me." He said smugly and retreated to his space with a satisfied look in his eyes when your jaw slacked slightly.

" You don't dance like a snowman with me." you told him in a small voice and that's when it hit you how gracefully he twirled you around when he was practically running away from other beautiful young ladies.

Benedict smiled, his eyes twinkling at you as he raised his brow, like in a question.

" And why would you think that ? " His mouth twisted and you didn't know what to say.

" Perhaps because I dance well...? " You tried and despite it being not the answer he expected, he laughed all the same.

" You dance like a ... a Kangaroo." Benedict thought hard and a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled proudly when he got the right word to annoy you.

" What's a kangaroo ? " You asked, you had heard it somewhere but it was easier to ask him than think hard.

" It's like..." Benedict motioned with his hands something like a vase," it's a cute animal." He finally said when nothing more could be made out from his gestures.

"Oh." You nodded and then it hit you, " Did you just call me an ANIMAL ?! " You snarled at him and he shaked his head with a chuckle.

" I called you cute too." He squabbled.

" Kangaroo's aren't cute ! " You jabbed at him and he chuckled, grabbing your wrist firmly, a spark so bright jolted inside you and you felt your face grow hot.

" Then I don't dance like a snowman—" you sticked your tongue out at him and he was lost in words, just looking, you saw the opportunity and yanked your hand away from his grip. He relented like a gentleman.

" You are always like..like running away and leaning off while dancing and it's so so snowman like." You argued and Benedict's eyes twinkled like moon.

" Have you seen a snowman waltzing ? " Benedict asked and you shaked your head, while clutching at your chest, you couldn't help the giggling.

" Yes if we are talking about a tall, handsome and smug snowman."

" You think I am handsome ? " Benedict ducked his head closer to your face and you felt your breath hitching in your throat, like air was punched out of your chest.

You rolled your eyes when it became too apparent that no word would come out of your traitorous throat and you couldn't help but gaze back at him, he looked back just the same, all fire and blaze.

" You didn't answer my question." He said slowly, each word carefully and it squeezed your heart how close his face was, how beautiful those eyes were, and that nose, and those cheeks, those lines when he smiled, he oftened and it was so warm and gorgeous, how you never noticed how captivating he was, every atom of his body was tied with an invisible thread with yours, a golden one. And you would be damned to think of that mouth, your lips parted at the ethereal site and Benedict smiled at that.

" No." You just said it, eager to say anything and break this moment, it was swirling you around in a storm.

" No ? " He questioned, frowning and he was handsome at that too, you were so doomed.

" You are silly like handsome, like some lord Byron poetry." you murmured softly, safe guarding the hammering heart in your chest and blinking at the sudden burn from his gaze on you, drinking you in, his brow knitted in funny way, a mock annoyance crossed his face.

" Lord Byron ?! Really, " he dropped back to his seat and you finally took a breath, then he covered his face like a damsel in distress and when he glanced sideways at you, he was smiling his brightest, oh, you just realised how goofy and precious and mesmerizing his smile was, you wished to stop time and paint it under your lids so everytime you close your eyes, you could meet him there, in your secret gardens and then a death like that would be sweeter.

" What ? " You exasperated when he refused to look away, even when your nose wrinkled and face basked in it's warmth, he wouldn't let go of you, taking each and every detail in like he was wishing to stop time too and paint you. He could, he was an artist.

" You called me poetry..." His mouth quirked up in a delightful grin, like it explained all the merry and you groaned, looking away as you huffed the tingling in your body that wouldn't go, your eyes landed on a very eventful moment.

" Is that our Colin ? " You raised your brow at Benedict who sat up straighter and turned his gaze to the other side of the hall.

" Why is he eye murdering lord Debling ? " You asked him, he winked and pulled your chair closer, not caring if any mama saw or perhaps lady whistledown herself.

" Penelope is dancing with lord Debling, and well she's laughing at something too, oh—" Benedict whispered in the shell of your ear and you barely nodded, Colin looked like he had enough, he was making his way through the crowd towards Pen.

" Forty shillings if he punches lord Debling." You piped up, Benedict shaked his head.

" You are gonna lose cupcake, he's gonna take Miss Featherington's hand and—" you gasped when Colin stopped abruptly, said something urgently and took Penelope's wrist between his hand, Benedict cocked his head to his side and winked smugly.

" And ? " You drawled and it amused Benedict beyond limits, like he has been waiting for it.

" Birds and bees." He said in a code like hushed whisper, you smacked the back of his head.

" I don't have a mother, you know." You told Benedict and he touched his upper lip with the tip of his pink tongue, he nodded along knowingly.

" Well, someone's gotta teach you."

" Mm.. you are my best friend." You would look anywhere but at him but your eye's were locked in his, he was being brave then so can you. One step, not much.

" I can not tell you birds and bee." Benedict said sincerely.

" Colin helped Pen ! " You said, nose flaring as he worried his jaw but didn't say anything.

" He told her how kids are made, something like going to a farm and then...well he kissed her but that's not the point." You blurted in a whisper, he listened intently.

" He kissed her already ? "

" Well a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell but a lady can, but that's not the point! " You pouted, his resistance crumbled but then again, bloody bridgerton.

" That's not my place cupcake." He was breathing hard, his mouth would open and snap close again, taking back all the things left unsaid.

" Well then—" you hated how choked your voice got, you tried, didn't you, it's not like you left it on god's cue, this was the biggest hint you could have given him and if he didn't got this, then only bricks might work.

Give him one more, a small voice said in your head, it was yours, but stronger and braver than you.

" —then you can tell me about love."

Benedict laughed on that, like it was the funniest thing you had said.

" You know what? I take it back, I am gonna ask someone—" you smoothed your skirt and began to get up when he pulled you down.

" Sorry, I didn't mean that, sorry, don't go leaving me stranded." He pleaded.

You looked at him hard, looking for any sign of humour and you found none, he was glittering when he clapped his tongue and opened his mouth, his soft tongue resting like a tired cat.

" Love," he began," is like music."

" Like music." You repeated, struggling with the fit laughter that shook your shoulders.

Benedict glanced at you offended but when he spoke next, it was how the poets said, with longing and desire, like bleeding for your beloved and when no blood was left then it was ink and parchment.

" You can hear it in the silence." He said, you remembered those afternoons when no word was said between you and your bestfriend and yet nothing was hidden and left unsaid.

" You can feel it on your way home." He said, penetrating his gaze in you eyes and he remembered damn well that night after he rescued you from the lake when you almost drowned, the terror of losing you, the spark of holding you closer than ever.

" You can see it with the light's out, it's so bright and golden." Everything is more beautiful with you Benedict, you told him one Sunny afternoon, basking under a tree while he read you poetry, Better than Byron.

" Loving that one person will make you love yourself, with them, you are enough." He was whispering now, chest heaving as his hand trembled and unknowingly yours found his under the table, locked eye's and joined hands and sacred whispered chants. It was enough.

" You aren't too much, or too little, or loud or boring, you don't have to be interesting or witty or anything, being youself with them is enough." I like myself with you, he had told you when you were sixteen.

" That's love, being safe with them is love, being their home is love, to be able to leave all shades behind and be naked in just body and soul and not being afraid, not being embarassed is love."

" Benedict..." Your voice was soft and sweet and it took him a moment to realise he was crying, when you gently wiped it's proof with your handkerchief.

" I...I will be back in a moment—" he stumbled out, still smiling a small smile and oh god what you have done, you have ruined him as well your self and nothing will ever be the same.

" Yes...." You said, because he was waiting for your approval, he nodded back when he got it and disappeared amongst the crowd as you watched him leave.

Love was indeed like music, the one you liked, it could be light as bee buzzing and sharp as thunder roaring in clouds, it could be slow and rhythmic and soft like water flowing, it could be the sound of his laughter and the way he drew his breath, it could be how he whined and joked and played and teased, for you, love was the music and muse of Benedict bridgerton and yes, you were very much doomed.

" What a pleasant site, a spinster smiling on her own, have you planned some scandalous plan of yours to bag some noble man ? " Claire wheezed in a duckling like laughter, shared with Asha Patil and Gissele Turner.

You refused to say anything, it only further added spice to their boring marital lives, with their husbands out and wombs empty.

" Would you look at her ? She's giving us that attitude, no wonder she's still unmarried ! " Scowled Asha, with her frizzy hair and crooked nose, her eyes coated in loathing of most tainted kind.

" She might had gotten the ring if she wasn't being Mr. Bridgerton's bitch." Gissele whispered it down to you and anger shot up through your veins and your eyes snapped to her, it didn't matter if she was your elder sister and the rage that blinded you was so fierce that you didn't feel when two big tears rolled down your cheek.

" Don't cry now, you can always be his mistress atleast." They all laughed, loud and big and white teeth flashing, with their fake diamond rings rubbing in your eyes but it was too blur, you saw nothing, you heard nothing, everything was drowning around you.

" Speaking of mistresses, Lord Hasting has bought a bigger estate for his mistress than your home in east London and I wouldn't blame him lady Hasting."

You can hear it in the silence.

It was your love's voice, it was your Benedict speaking and you lifted your mascara stained lashed eyes at him.

If you had known him less than you couldn't have known of the terrible anger that was shaking him, that smile was no ordinary, it was feral and stray, wanting to tear anyone who dared to come near, he was burning in anger that was beyond words.

Claire sizzled at that remark, turning her hand to her palm side and only moments ago she was flashing her ring and now, she was hiding it.

" Don't ruin your reputation by showing ungratefuls such as her your pity Mr. Bridgerton." It would've hurt less, were it Claire or Asha, but it was your own half sister, be it half blood but blood all the same.

" Lady Turner, i have no wish to speak to you, you have hurt my best friend beyond words, you had taken her affections for granted so if someone's ungrateful then it's sorely you, you don't deserve a sister like her, she's too good for all of us." He was carefully placing the word and his anger slipped between, his teeth grinded and breath hitched, you stared, just at him and him, everything was getting dimmer but you knew in that moment, you would know him in darkness.

you can feel it with the light's out.

He had done many things for you, Benedict stole Anthony's horse to take you out on a midnight ride, he nicked Colin's sword and taught you fencing, bought ribbons of your favourite pastel silk, saved your favourite sweets, and so many and so more, but this was something you couldn't have done yourself if you wanted, he had done it, he had stood up for you and it was the most gleaming moment of your life, he wasn't playing hero, he wasn't being mean, he was protecting your with your honour and Benedict, the gentleman who wouldn't hurt a fly, he was going to dagger them down with words alone.

He was speaking and speaking and they were all quiet, their eyes low and nose bowed down, he was speaking and speaking, words clear with pure affection and respect and then your felt it.

The warmness aroused in your womanhood and an inaudible gasp parted through your lips as you felt the slicky wet feeling caress your inner thigh and the sensation was so electrifying that you had to close your eyes in order to take a breath and even then, you could feel his words, soft and praising, " ......if you were half good as a woman she is....." He was breathless and he wasn't stopping and something inside you wanted to cup his face and tell him, don't Stop, never stop.

And then his eyes looked for you, he found your gaze and held it and you felt the shame, you couldn't do this to him, this burning desire would take you both down in flames and what it would be to become one, only in ashes, it was scaring you.

And before you could think of say anything, you were already on your feet, stumbling through the crowd with your gown kissing the floor behind you.

You didn't know where you were going but far, away and this feeling wouldn't let go, you knew well but you wanted air, the warmness that was spreading was maddening and the hunger was tugging under your skin.

He was calling out your name, you hated yourself but you needed to run, this love would ruin you, what if Benedict hated you if you told him how you felt, how you thought about him, would he call you a whore along with Gissele, would it hurt more ?

More than anything.

His voice turned to pleading as crowd thickened and you were getting out of his sight. You wouldn't look back, because if you did then you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from doing something very stupid.

You were out of the gates, descending down the stairs as one heel slipped out but you didn't care, you were on a run.

Johnny was already motioning the horses as you frantically climbed in, you could see Colin chasing down Penelope's carriage in a distance as you opened the window to inhale heavy gulps of air.

Would Benedict Chase you down too ? Would he come and look for you ? And if he did, what would you tell him ?

You are my best friend.

Part 2

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Better in Yellow

WorstLogan! Howlett x reader

Summary: Returning from a taxing mission, Logan is ready to relax with you, but first, you’ve got to see your man in the iconic yellow suit.

Word Count: 703

Warning(s): None! Just pure fluff and flirting!

A/N: Hello all, I'm back after a short break! I've been thinking about this idea for the past couple of days and I need more Logan fluff in my life. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

The fresh scent of lemons and sugar overtake the large gardens attached to the vine-covered brick mansion. Rays of sunlight stretch through the tall trees, allowing every square inch of the green nature to feel alive.

Lightly scrubbing a large batch of lemons in a stone sink built into the wall, the cold water feels refreshing on your hands. Gently wiping the thin layer of sweat off your face, you quietly hum to yourself.

“I found some wild lavender growing in the far corner.” Rogue announces to you.

Turning around from the stone sink, a bright smile overtakes your lips.

“I didn’t even know we had that here. I wonder how many other herbs Storm and Scott have locked away in a cabinet somewhere.” You reply.

Quickly drying off the fruit, you return to the picnic table where Rogue has occupied herself with cleaning and cutting the lavender. Carefully peeling and chopping the fresh lemons, the faint sound of the Blackbird fills the air, signaling that the crew were home. Bouncing on her toes, you can tell how eager Rogue is to see Bobby, so you give her a reassuring nod.

Bolting from her spot at the table, runs through the courtyard and in between the perfectly trimmed hedges. Smiling after her, you happily return to your task.

"I see you found my secret stash." Scott teases.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, you can't help but laugh.

"Oh come on! It's not like you were using it anyway. But you can thank Rouge for finding it. She's got quite the eye." You reply.

Adding some ingredients to the glass pitcher, Rogue returns with Bobby and the rest of the gang.

"Speaking of having an eye, maybe don't mention the new uniforms to your beloved Wolverine. It was like pulling teeth with him just to wear these damn things. He's still a little sensitive." Scott explains, grabbing a glass.

"Who's still a little sensitive?" Storm asks, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh you know, the moody and broody Logan over there. Besides, the mission was a little rough." Jean teases, blindly aiming her thumb behind her.

"Or rather: Logan was a little rough." Scott interjects.

"Guys, you all look absolutely amazing. Regardless of how eye-catching the suits are, they still prove who we are." You state.

Pouring everyone a glass of the lemonade, the crew slowly depart from the picnic table, and you sit on the wooden surface. In the meantime, Logan slowly and surely makes his way over to you.

"Heya darlin'." Logan says.

Joining you at the table, he leans against the edge, and finally focuses on you. Taking in his tired features, the sight of Logan's light hazel eyes bring a sense of peace to your chest.

"Hi, Lo." You reply.

Silently smiling at you, Logan leans toward you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

"I've missed you, bub. I wish you were on the mission with you. We really could've used you. Besides, these suits didn't help either. They already need to be repaired." Logan admits.

Briefly turning around, Logan lets you examine a few slashes and dents caused by bullet holes. Running your fingers over the ridges in the damaged fabric, Logan turns back around to face you.

Carefully placing his hands on either side of your hips, you calmly stroke his cheeks. Feeling a little pit of disappointment rise in the pit of his stomach, Logan tries to open his mouth to speak his mind, but you place a finger on his lips.

"I know what you're going to say and you don't need too. While the mission didn't go the way you wanted, at least you all tried. You tried, Logan. And that's what matters. Even if yellow might secretly be your color and you look pretty damn sexy in it." You clarify, not letting go of Logan.

Earning a rare full smile from Logan, he kindly laughs at your joke. Suddenly, the heavy weight of the mission gradually leaves Logan's chest just as he leans his forehead against your own. Embracing the moment, a great wave of tranquility consumes Logan in the best way possible, as long as you are by his side.

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hi~ can i order a sugar pie, fried dough and fudge with a side of a vodka shot and frozen lemonade for danny ric please 🫶🏼

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu, there are tons of items to suggest! i love receiving and working on these prompts, they're always so wonderful. so thank you to everyone who has suggested some or wants to suggest some, you're all superstars! i hope you love this daniel ricciardo fic, i'm so happy that i'm still getting prompts about him. he's still an icon to me! <3

sugar pie (“gonna let daddy hear ya?”) + fried dough ("i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours.") + fudge ("your father is pissing me off.") + a vodka shot: (rough sex) + frozen lemonade (consensual non-consent)

please note: subject matter may be triggering. even if it is consensual non-consent with safe words and after care, it can still be triggering. so please be advised.

cw: smut/pwp, cnc (consensual non-consent), mekies!daughter, roleplay, rough sex, driver's room sex, daddy kink, carpet sex (ouch), mean!daniel, light crying, "virgin"!reader, aftercare

you knew you shouldn't be talking to paddock at night. but you got caught up with things with your father and the team that it left you stuck there well after the sun went down. it was mere days before monza and everyone was a little high strung. it hadn't been the best of seasons.

you felt almost bad that you couldn't wave a magic wand and have the season turn out better. but you had to swallow back that sadness as you made quick steps across the eerily quiet track.

as you walked past the driver's room as a short cut to get to the parking lot. you felt someone grab you and pull you inside. you almost tripped over yourself as you were caught by non other than daniel ricciardo.

he smiled as he held you by the middle, "well, well, well." his voice was a tinge dangerous, it warmed your middle. he was always bright smiles and loud laughter. so to hear him so quiet as he held you so close, that was something different.

"hey, danny."

"hey, beautiful." his hand reached down to your behind and gave is a squeeze, "it's not safe for you to be out this late. someone could hurt you..."

you tried to push daniel away. you gave his chest three taps with two of your fingers. while tonight was a little game for you two, there was always the safety net. tonight, no meant yes. but you two had to have a safe word (and gesture). three taps with two fingers or the words, 'honey badger', daniel wasn't going to play this type of game if these weren't in place.

"danny, no one could hurt me." you replied with a giggle, "not the boss' daughter." you got out of his grasp and readjusted your skirt. you could feel that daniel had pull down a little.

daniel beamed, "of course not." he crowded into your space and licked his lips. he placed his strong hands on your hips as he bullied you to the couch. even though he was five-ten, he still has a presence about him that could easily move you to his liking. it was a very hard thing to say no the likes of him.

you swallowed, "you wouldn't hurt me, right, danny?" you voice was innocent. sweet like syrup, clogging any rational in daniel's head. he should want to protect you. not because you were mekies' daughter, but because pretty things like you should be protected.

he took you by the wrist and placed a soft kiss against the skin. his kisses then trailed along your arm until he grasped you by both cheeks and pulled you in for a tight kiss. he pulled you up against him by the chin and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

you moaned and squirmed. you held onto his t-shirt and tired to push him away. but he kept you close. you weren't getting away that easily.

"danny...." you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, "we can't do this, danny." you tried to push away, but he kept his grip on you. your pretty nails dug into his tattooed forearms.

"i don't care. your father is pissing me off."

"i promised to save myself." you clawed at his arms harder. you had to get away from him. this wasn't the daniel ricciardo you knew. you even when as far as to hit the solid mass of his chest and he laughed. he rubbed his clothed cock up against you.

"you and i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours. i want to make you all mine. before those idiots at your university think you're owed to them." his lips were on your neck and you clawed at his shoulders.

he loved it. he knew come morning there would be a good few red tracks down his shoulders. but that was alright, if he was going to mark up your pretty pussy, you could at least mark him up too.

you ended up on the couch with your skirt flipped up. you wanted to scream, you wanted to fight your way out of the room and back to your father. you almost had tears in your eyes as he almost ripped the blouse off of you and groped your breasts.

"i'm gonna yell." you said, trying to have some power in your tone.

daniel laughed as he got on top of you, “gonna let daddy hear ya? no one's going to believe you. they'll walk in and think you're no better than a grid bunny."

you pouted, "don't say that." soon his hands were up your skirt. he even got you bra off easily like he had done it a hundred times prior. you were left naked with nowhere to run.

you couldn't run down the halls of the track bare naked. maybe daniel was right, no one would believe you. everyone would think you were a whore.

daniel took off his shirt and you eyed his body. it made you flustered as he kept you pinned down onto the couch with his strong thighs. you were under him, unable to escape. but that was alright, daniel would try to make you feel good.

"i see someone is warming up to me." he got his belt and jeans off before he rubbed his barely clothed cock up against your slick entrance, "i'd even reckon that you want this. this is all just a little game for you. i could fuck you right now and you'd love it."

you swallowed, eyes wide with fear, "please, daniel. don't, don't do that."

"and ruin your precious little virginity? i think that's mine for the taking. your father owes me that. all the shit he has been putting me through. if he's going to fuck me over, then i'm going to fuck his daughter." he pressed into your harder, teasing you for what was to come. you tensed up and he said, "don't tense up, i don't wanna hurt you too much." his voice was venom and his words made you paralyzed under him.

he gave you one last look. the ability to tap out. to end the scene and have your big strong honey badger back. the one who'd move the sun for you so you'd be a little warmer.

you swallowed and said, "please, danny. don't hurt me." your voice feeble and it made daniel's cock twitch a little. you sounded pathetic. and then the driver got his underwear off.

your legs closed and placed against his chest while he leaned into you. the angle was a bit of a stretch, but it kept your already tight cunt even tighter. daniel thought it would make sure no cum got out. his claim.

he sank into you quickly and you whined. daniel pressed himself on top of you and left your legs pressed to your chest. he placed a hand over your hand and looked at you with a dark glance, "shut up. no one's coming to get you. but dear old dad might hear your voice and wonder what kind of whorish behaviour you're up to. and when they see it's from my room. that'll answer the question itself."

he moved against you. his pace wasn't gentle or sweet. for a virgin like you. it was aggressive and a little painful. you could feel the blunt head of his cock up against some of your most sensitive areas. he rutted against you and made you gasp under his hand.

you were pinned under him. there was nowhere you could run. not until he was done with you. you tried to fight a little more, even biting his palm. but when you tried, he moaned. he liked you attempts to escape home. and instead pressed you into a hot kiss.

you whined through your nose as his cock stretched your sweet pussy. nothing had ever gone in there, except for now daniel. and the driver liked that. knowing that your first time was with him. the daughter of the team principal that was fucking him over laid beneath him while he fucked the daylights out of her. he wondered if a few more times of fucking you and you'd be the perfect size for him.

you pushed at him a little bit and bucked your hips. but that only excited daniel more. he wanted to savour your cunt. he wanted everything you could give him. and if you weren't going to behave and not give it to him.

then he'd just have to take it.

his pace continued to make you whine against his lips. even the moments where he broke the kiss, you were smart enough to keep quiet for a moment. the feeling of his cock bullying his cock up against you.

you could feel the air being pushed out of his lungs as he continued to fuck you with a hot fever. he had thought about fucking you before. he thought about you creaming all over him and him tasting you like a sweet fruit.

you clawed at his chest and shoulders as you felt the feeling of orgasm in the thrum of your mind. you tensed up. your stomach twisted as you arched your back. your noises got higher pitched, which only turned daniel on more. you finally climaxed and held onto daniel tightly.

it only spurred him to keep going. to keep fucking you. to keep making a pretty messy of your dirty cunt. poor girl couldn't keep her promise of celibacy. poor thing. it's alright, daniel will happily lie for you and tell people you still had it. but it'll come at a cost. hope you like your cunt smelling a bit like daniel's cum!

when he finished inside of you. it was heaven, the skies had opened up and there was a wash of want over him. he shuddered out a groan as he moved against you a little slower. he watched you shudder at the feeling, at knowing that daniel made a mess of you.

"that's it. that's it, beautiful. mmm, feel good around me."

"danny."

he kissed you on the cheek before he said, "honey badger." that was enough for both of you. he rubbed your cheek lovingly for a moment as he eyed you. flustered all over with heavy breaths.

it was cute.

you laid out on the couch in a blissed out state. and soon you were greeted to a power bar and a bottle of water. when you slowly took them, daniel combed his fingers through your hair.

"are you okay?" he asked. when you got a good look at him. he was wearing his briefs. his tone was worried, afraid that he had taken it too far.

you nodded your head, "never been better." then giggled before daniel sat you up and helped you back into at least your undergarments while you calmed down.

he littered your face with soft kisses, "tell me plainly. are you okay?"

when hook an arm around him for a moment and kissed the side of his face, "yes, daniel. i'm alright." he gave you a big kiss on the face and you felt content for a moment.

"okay, i believe you." he pulled away and put his hands on his hips, "next time i won't go so hard. i hate feeling like i'm hurting you. can't we just get some ropes and whips." he laughed a little.

"you wanted a 'freaky' girlfriend." you remarked as you looked at him.

he sighed, he couldn't argue with that. he sat down beside you and cuddled you in his arms as you drank the entire bottle and snacked on the power bar. he said as he kissed you once more, "it was fun. but i love you too much to do something that intense again." <3

[perpetualdally]

inspired by the iconic She’s So Gone performance of Naomi Scott in Lemonade Mouth

TELL ME WHAT SONG SHE’S SINGING IN THE TAGS? 🎤 pls ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

How would the sully kids react to classical human literature, like barbie princess and the pauper or monster high Boo York??

CLASSIC HUMAN LITERATURE, you are funny, aren't you. I'll have you know, Monster High: Boo York Boo York is one of the funniest movies of all time, and I was way too fucking old for it when I watched it. I was a whole ass fifteen years old when that movie came out.

I think Spider doesn't like movies and TV much, he'd much rather be outside in nature. He gets restless. But on the occasion he gets sick, he'll binge a shitty children's movie. I think Kiri and Lo'ak have come to visit sick Spider and they end up all sitting crowded on his bed enRAPTURED in Lemonade Mouth and other children and teen movies. The bad animation is their favorite. They LOVE Monster House. Spider is half asleep and half delirious, crying partially from feeling shitty and partially from Lo'ak's imitation of the literal murder at the end of Aquamarine. Jake shows up to collect them to find them all halfway through the iconically terrible 1990 film Troll 2 because Norm has joined them and he insisted. Jake sits the fuck down and DEMANDS they put on Killer Klowns From Outer Space.

[krnsluvvie]

love at first, love at second, love at last

dieciséis: me has entendido mal (+ wc: 1.8k)

SUMMARY: sae had chosen his career and that was shortly followed by his and y/n's separation. three years pass by and amongst all the lurking and stalking each other's socials, sae is suddenly found back in their hometown. old feelings are resurfaced, current ones are questioned and a whole load of future ones are found in a blur.

quince | masterlist | diecisiete

you laugh as you scroll through those silly tweets on your timeline. 

you arrived at the station earlier than anticipated. the moment school ended, you ran through the hallways towards the exit and left in urgency almost as if you had an important meeting to get to.

it was a meeting, yes. but important? barely. you don't really understand why you had the need to rush things. perhaps you didn't want to look bad in front of 'da baddie'.

in retrospect, maybe you should've gone home and changed into something comfier because the uniform sticking to your body was anything but. 

whatever.

the clock on your phone reads 5:15pm. fifteen minutes more to kill. okay, that's not too bad.

killing time on your phone could go both ways; you either get lost in it completely or it doesn't even take a fraction of the time you need to pass. that's how sick and twisted time relativity was.

at least einstein didn't lie about that. alright, you'll give it to him.

you're ready to send a message in your group chat but you're interrupted by your phone ringing with sae's manager's icon on your screen.

“yes?”

“hi, y/n. i'm here already so i'll be waiting at the spot we agreed upon.”

“oh, alright. i'll be there in a bit.”

as much as that soured your mood, you can't deny the fact that you're a bit relieved that you didn't have to wait any longer. the station was starting to smell really unpleasant.

you make your way up the stairs, a little jump in your steps.

you arrive at the café: fancy, pastel colors everywhere and your mouth drool at the sight of the breathtaking cakes that look nothing short of delicious. upon the price, however, you return back to reality.

in the corner you catch sight of a ginger-haired man with red-rimmed glasses, probably in his late 30s. he's sitting down, drinking a lemonade.

you're not really sure if it's him, so you shoot him a message. a message.

the phone dings and he looks down, already typing. you waste no time as you immediately walk towards his table and gently tap him on his shoulder.

“AH!”

your eyes widen. “oh my god, i'm so sorry. did i startle you too much?”

he looks at you confused.

you look at him.

he's still silent.

“are you itoshi sae's manager?” you ask, forcing a smile.

he blinks once, twice. “oh! please have a seat.” he stands up and outstretches his hand. you take it and gently shake it.

“thank you.” you say. you take off your backpack and leave it next to you on the vacant chair. “your japanese is really good.” this should be a good conversation starter.

giraud waves his hand. “ahh, thank you, i've been practicing a lot.”

your lips quirk up in a small smile. “even your writing is good! i would've never thought, if it wasn't for your name.”

“you're flattering me too much.”

you rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you rest your elbow on the table. “no, no, it's really good. you would pass japanese lit right away any time any day, i'm telling you.”

giraud chuckles. 

“maybe you should take the exams in my stead.” you mumble.

“pardon?”

“oh, it was nothing.”

he looks at you, perplexed. then, “do you want something to eat, drink?”

you shake your head. “thank you, though.”

a moment passes before he starts talking again, moving the conversation in the direction that was you guys' purpose of meeting here in the first place. “so, you had some questions that sae-chan wasn't clear about when you asked him?”

you straighten your back and lean against the chair. “yes. i don't understand the whole situation to begin with.

i mean, you said itoshi wasn't going to stay here for long anyway so why the need for a stupid PR stunt? he could easily go back to spain and do his own thing there. it's going to die down soon.”

you're starting to feel angry but you try your best to maintain your composure; the person before you was no acquaintance of yours and you really couldn't get comfortable.

giraud hums and strokes his chin. “yes, i can see where you're coming from. unfortunately, it's what the higher ups came up with. you don't have to–”

his phone on the table rings and you're sure your eyes don't fail you when you see 'sae-chan' on the display. giraud quickly says, “a minute.” before he gets up and goes into the corner to take the call.

you sigh.

maybe this was a mistake. you can't even find the real motive; why you decided to show up, why you contacted itoshi's manager in the first place. none of it makes sense. was this out of pure curiosity? or did you hope for… a change? the truth?

either way, it was a waste of your time.

itoshi's manager comes back with an apologetic smile on his face. “sorry, i had to take it. also he should be arriving in some minutes to thoroughly discuss this with you. i am merely a medium between you guys.”

“excuse me?”

“sae-chan said he'd be late since he was attending an event earlier and it's taking longer than expected.”

you're confused. “shouldn't you be going to those with him?”

“no, not necessarily so.”

what the fuck.

you refrain from responding as you bring up your discrepancies regarding the matter.

“sir, you're only talking around it. like, please can you get to the point? you shouldn't be using your japanese this well.”

“what exactly is it that you don't get?”

is this dude for real? all this talk? for… nothing?

“okay.” you calm yourself down. let's try another way then. “when is sae-chan leaving for spain?”

“that has not been decided yet.”

you quirk your eyebrow. oh?

“really? when you messaged me, you asked me if i was in japan. it sounded to me as if you were rushing it. you also mentioned that itoshi was going to leave the country soon.”

giraud nervously chuckles as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hands. “a-ah, i see. that probably confused you. in fact, i wasn't so sure of it either as today sae-chan had an important meeting–the event–and that was going to determine the outcome of it all.”

“what meeting is that important?” there was no filter. you've had enough of this bullshit. isagi was absolutely right. you came here for answers but instead, all you've gotten so far was more questions. 

“sae-chan got an offer here in japan. to stay for one more year, to play for the national team. to repair his image that he destroyed when he was in spain and badmouthed his home country. it was a chance at redemption of sorts.”

you nod, slowly catching on.

“and where exactly do i fit in this equation?” asking the real question here. you couldn't care less about his reputation, really.

“when we were discussing this possibility of sae-chan staying here in japan, we knew that the rumors wouldn't die so quickly. we had asked him if he had any close friends that he knew or interacted with a lot to create an image of a nation returner.”

“nation returner?”

“sort of like returning to his home country for someone he knows.”

and the first person that came to his mind was you?

the door opens with a jingle of the bell and, lo and behold, it's itoshi sae.

he dons a white shirt with a black tie, some dark slacks and the blouse is thrown over his forearm. his hair's styled and it looks better than it usually does. good for him.

giraud widens his eyes and waves at him, beckoning him over.

you gulp. 

you scoot over with the chair so you're closer to your bag and further from the newcomer.

he rolls his eyes at his manager but when he notices you, he only nods and you return the gesture.

“so, what do you say?” giraud starts up the conversation again and you bite your lip in thought. “do i have to agree? doesn't he have other friends he can rely on?” you ask as if he wasn't literally next to you.

giraud turns to look at sae. “sae-chan, do you have anyone else from y/n here?”

“no. not really.”

the answer comes fast and you're confused as to why he sounds as if this was the most natural occurrence in history. 

time for negotiation, then.

“what is in it for me?"

“you'll be compensated handsomely. though, there are some rules you need to abide in order to, well, be compensated. it's also not for long so you don't have to worry about being in it for the long run.”

there's still one thing that doesn't make sense. and you can't scratch the itch no matter how hard you try. 

“itoshi,” you look at him. finally acknowledging him.

he blinks, his eyes silently asking.

“why would you rope yourself in this mess when you don't plan on staying here?” and even if you do, why would you go through all of these unnecessary stunts?

he raises an eyebrow. “i've agreed to their terms. i also signed the papers.” he turns to look at his manager. “you only need to take care of some more paperwork.”

giraud's eyes beam. “oh, thank god. hopefully the media will leave you alone after this.”

“i doubt so if you plan on proceeding with this plan.” you say. 

giraud takes out papers from his folders and lays them all over the table.

upon seeing the NDA, you knew the tie around your neck had to go. you grab at it in order to alleviate the tightness as the suffocating ambience did nothing but only strangled you.

as you look to your right, you find sae's eyes on your hand on the tie. 

you can't help but roll your eyes in annoyance. the tie slowly untangles and you unbutton one or two buttons at your neck. this feels so much better.

“the contract is for an indefinite amount of time but i assure you it's not going to be for long.”

“you don't have to agree, you know?” sae says as he leans his arms on the table, looking over giraud's shoulder at the documents. funny, because that's not how it sounded over text.

however, now it felt as if he was challenging you.

but you've already decided despite yourself. money is money. in this capitalistic world–

“okay, where do i sign?”

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[precuredaily]

Precure Bonus Day

Film: Precure All Stars Go Go Dream Live! Date watched: 19 March 2023 Original release date: 8 November 2008 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/QBTEHWY Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

#squadgoals (I am hip)

2008 marked the fifth anniversary of Precure, as in the fifth season since 2004’s Futari wa Precure. I’m not sure of everything Toei did to celebrate, outside of a pair of song compilation albums and possibly some merch. But one thing they DID do was to release a short film before the fall movie. It was the first ever on-screen crossover between the different teams, and serves as a precursor for the crossover movies that ran from 2009 to 2020. So just as this short preceded the Go Go movie, I’m going to  precede my Go Go review with this! Let’s dig in.

The Plot

It starts with the title card over a bright blue sky, with a chorus of the 11 cures reading the title aloud.

The camera pans down to show a stadium and then we see Saki, Mai, and all their friends from Splash Star running up to the entrance. Saki drags Mai along by the hand past Akane and Hikari’s Tako Cafe, where we then see Nagisa, Honoka, and Hikari, and their friends from FW/MH in line. (as well as Masuko Mika from Y5)

The woman behind Hikari could be Shoko (Regine’s human form) from FWPC

Inside we see Nozomi running down a hallway past lots of people, leading along Rin, Urara, Komachi, Karen, and Kurumi, telling them to hurry up. None of them notice an ominous shadow following them.

Nozomi’s group emerges into the arena of the stadium, which is oddly empty, and are confused. Nagisa’s group as well as Saki and Mai emerge through adjacent entrances, all looking over at each other and the otherwise vacant stadium in confusion. Notably, none of the non-heroine characters make it inside.

Suddenly a deep voice calls out “PRECURE” and they see a huge giant black figure in the middle of the arena. It casts 4 shadows, with the three behind it revealing the face of a Zakenna, an Uzaina, and a Kowaina. It moves to punch the ground, threateningly, so everyone foregoes their secret identities and transforms into Precure.

There’s a brief moment of surprise as the three teams realize there are other Precures besides themselves, but they don’t have time to dwell on it as the Shadow Giant punches at them.

Bloom and Egret jump in to block the attack with a spirit barrier. Everyone else regains their composure, and the barrier shatters. Black and White leap through the air in an iconic scene from their opening, while the Precure 5 run along the ground. Black and White block a giant punch, then Bloom & Egret use a spirit attack on his chest. The PC5 team rapidly scatters. Lemonade wraps the Shadow Giant in her Prism Chain, followed by Aqua, Mint, and Rouge using their respective attacks.

Bloom and Egret fly high into the air and transform into Bright and Windy. Windy launches a gust of wind that catches Bloom, who adds her light to it as they charge rapidly down on the monster. Dream charges along the ground with her fists glowing, while Black and White rebound off some girders and leap straight at the Giant.

Everyone's attacks converge on the Shadow: the Wind and Light attack, Black and White’s double punch, and Shooting Star. A huge explosion of light is seen from the exterior of the stadium. The smoke clears as everyone regroups, but the monster is unharmed and blows everyone away in a huge gust of wind.

Cure Dream stands up amid the rubble. Black, Bright, and Dream explain in turn that they'll listen if the Shadow has anything to say, but there's lots of people there today who came to see the show and they won't let him ruin the event.

The Shadow spews an energy beam from his mouth at them in response, but Shiny Luminous and Milky Rose have blocked it with a barrier. The teams perform Marble Screw Max, Spiral Star Splash, and Rainbow Rose Explosion together, and the Shadow disintegrates.

The girls find themselves back in their civilian forms, standing on a stage in the middle of the arena. The Max Heart theme starts to play and the crowd cheers. The girls realize THEY are the performance. Nagisa doesn't want to dance, but Nozomi encourages her, and she joins in.

All the girls dance and sing along to a medley of the opening themes. The dance alternates between spotlighting each team, having all 11 girls dance together, and having just Nagisa, Saki, and Nozomi in focus. The sequence is interspersed with still images of everyone eating and having fun together while the credits roll. At the end, they all stand together in the shape of a heart, looking up at the camera, while “The End” is written in the middle.

The Analysis

What I Liked

Because this short is only 5 minutes from start to finish, it’s extremely fast-paced. The characters are introduced rapidly and they’re face to face with the monster in 45 seconds, and kicking butt by the 2 minute mark.

The fight scene does a good job showcasing the difference in fighting styles between the three teams. Max Heart are all about raw strength, punching and kicking, jumping off of things to get more leverage. Splash Star make use of the spirits to fly around and deflect attacks or emphasize them. Precure 5 use their individual attacks. Luminous and Rose don’t do much of anything, which is out of character for Kurumi, but it's going to be a theme in this double feature.

The dance at the end is fun! It’s also the only time All Stars will have a 2D animated dance ending, and the last 2D animated Precure dance ending in general. It is ALSO one of the last times that the dance ending will feature the characters in civilian outfits rather than their cure forms, with the only other instance after this that I recall being in Heartcatch’s first ending.

There is a really cool shot when the GoGo team is dancing that starts far out from the audience’s POV, zooms all the way in on Nozomi’s face, spins around her, and then zooms back out to show them dancing from behind, looking out at the audience. There’s another great shot where the camera pans down the line of cures as they all come together for the big finale shot.

Pretty much every named character from the last 5 seasons makes a cameo appearance in the crowds or the audience. This includes the villains.

You can see Miss Shitataare, Gamao, and Shoko (Regine) from the back here.

No, I am not listing out every single character here.

The individual outfits the girls are wearing are really nice. They’re more intricate, fancier clothes than their usual civilian attire, which suggests the show they expected to go see was somewhat upscale.

What I Didn’t Like

Milky Rose and Shiny Luminous just disappeared during the fight. After the barrier shatters they’re nowhere to be seen until after the big explosion of light when the smoke clears. Then the only thing they do is put up another barrier. Rose is capable of fighting, and Luminous has support abilities that would help the team, so it’s strange they didn’t take a few seconds to showcase either of these two.

Even on a movie (or short film) budget, some of the art quality is lacking.

Miscellaneous

As I pointed out in another post, for some reason the Blu Ray cut of the film is about 11 seconds shorter than the DVD cut, and presumably the theatrical version. The main cut is the shot of the giant’s shadows with the faces of the Precures’ past enemies in them, but lots of scenes throughout the film have a few frames cut off of them. I am unclear on the reason for this.

The establishing overhead shot of the stadium shows it surrounded by countryside, not many buildings around. Not where you usually expect a stadium to be.

For the sake of brevity, the Yes 5 team didn’t get to call out their Cure names in the roll call.

Between their transformation scene and Shadow Giant’s first attack, the cures somehow teleport onto the field of the stadium. Whether it was a continuity error or just convenience for animation, I don’t know.

Bloom and Egret are able to switch into their Bright and Windy forms instantly, without detransforming. In the series, these were completely separate transformations, but it’s understandable that the writers would do it here to keep the momentum of the scene. Also it looks awesome.

No fairies appear in the film other than one still image in the credits. Kurumi is never shown transforming into Milk, but she is present as Milk in the scene with all the fairies, and then also present as Kurumi when the human characters are shown. She lives a busy double life.

The villain is not named in the dialogue, but the credits call him “Kage no Kyojin”, or Shadow Giant, which is what I am also calling him.

Since this film is basically a teaser for the feature length Precure All Stars DX film, several of the action sequences end up being reused in that movie. I will do a side-by-side comparison when I get to that. Also, the design of the Shadow Giant is the same as the final form of that movie’s villain, Fusion. It’s unclear if they are meant to be the same character or not. Shadow Giant is certainly a fusion of the three enemy types, but Fusion in the DX movie is also shown to have Hoshiina powers not seen here, and is voiced by a different actor.

Unfortunately the voice actor for the Shadow Giant, Yanada Kiyoyuki, passed away in November of 2022 at age 57.

Conclusion

It’s a short, sweet, action packed special. It knows what it’s about and it doesn’t waste a second getting to the point. You want all the Precues teaming up and fighting a giant enemy? You got all the Precures teaming up and fighting a giant enemy! In its short runtime, it of course manages to pack in everything you want from Precure: pretty outfits, dynamic fights, and speeches about the value of friendship and community. It even ends with a dance! It’s a great showcase of how the series has evolved in its (at the time) short life, and what being a Precure means to its different teams. You can clearly see how each group’s approach to combat is different, and they all bounce off of each other excellently. And even though it’s short, it manages to throw in a ton of cameos for long time fans. As a teaser for the upcoming All Stars movie, it does a great job at whetting the audience’s appetite. And as a lead-in to the main event, the Go Go movie, it also gets the audience suitably pumped for a roaring good time.

Next time, on Precure Daily, we finally get to the movie itself. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count:

1 Arienai 0 Zekkouchou Nari 0 Kettei

[grangvr]

мσнιиι вαиנαяєє ι¢σиѕ (ℓємσиα∂є мσυтн 2011) 🍋

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Stephanie Brown's Playlist💜 (Circa 2011)

50 songs that I think our punk rock Batgirl listened to during Bryan Q. Miller's run (also none are sung by men🖕):

Anything but Ordinary by Avril Lavigne

For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore

Miss Nothing by The Pretty Reckless

I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance

All the Things She Said by t.A.T.u.

She's So Gone by Lemonade Mouth

Breath (2AM) by Anna Nalick

Torn by Ednaswap

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

Everyone's Fool by Evanescence

I Am the Only One by We Are the Fallen

Breathe by Michelle Branch

Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson

Better Than Revenge by Taylor Swift

How Do You Love Me Now by Hey Monday

Bridges by Courage My Love

Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne

All Around Me by Flyleaf

Wasting Away by Tonight Alive

Make a Move by Icon For Hire

Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Rumor Mill by We Are the In Crowd

Roots Before Branches by Room for Two

Coming Down by Dum Dum Girls

Bury Me Alive by We Are the Fallen

Rock N Roll by Avril Lavigne

Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance

Try by P!nk

Celebrity Skin by Hole

Bang Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

Hurricane by Bridget Mendler

Big Girls Don't Cry (Personal) by Fergie

Closer to Fine by Indigo Girls

Dreams by The Cranberries

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Just a Girl by No Doubt

Alone by Heart

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Seventeen by Marina and the Diamonds

My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson

Careful by Paramore

You Don't Know Me by Elizabeth Gillies

Freak Like Me by Halestorm

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

Real Gone by Sheryl Crow

Kiss Me by Six Pence No Richer

The Chain by Ingrid Michaelson

My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne

Didn't add nearly enough Avril "I never said I was punk" Lavigne.

Steph coded albums?

Stephanie Brown was most definitely a pop-punk girlie at heart. I feel like she'd SO identify with how Avril Lavigne described herself: "I think that I'm just a rock chick. I like to rock out. I like to throw shit around. I like to go nuts. I like to lose myself on stage. I like to scream, I like to holler, I like to yell. And...I like to get my anger out."

Evidence:

Post-Crisis ended in 2011 and Steph was 19-20, so she was born in 1991 and must have listened to a lot of 2000s and late 90s stuff.

She loves wearing flannels, boyish jackets, beanies, and tucked in shirts.

She gives hella bisexual vibes.

In high school, she partied in old factories, subway tunnels and rooftops with "her crowd" (her words). Her friend Bailey seemed to be into punk rock.

But she doesn't have much of a campus life at university which has more fratty, middle class people; less were "her crowd" (she was struggling with uni expenses).

Women-led pop-punk and rock seems to explore a lot of themes that would mean something to Steph.

She was a working class latchkey kid and times were tough on her growing up.

She grew up fast; she had to care for her mother and she had a child at 16 whom she gave up for adoption.

A LOT of men around her have made her life a living hell. Her dad sucks. Her exes suck.

Don't forget, she's a talented pianist too.

And the important piece of evidence, she was into sk8er boi Tim Drake.

[talesfromthecrypts]

i love naomi scott in her role as kimberly but NEVER FORGET her role in the iconic "she's so gone" lemonade mouth.

Lemonade Mouth is way after my time with Disney channel. Feeling old in this Chili’s tonight