#lettuce supremacy

[xhanisai]

I hope the same lettuce lasts longer than this new PM we didn’t vote for. I hope the lettuce lasts longer than all the tories combined.

Viva lettuce-kun.

[theyuseifan]

so I guess the lettuce won again?

[tired-biscuit]

ok this is kind of tmi but I feel so seen by what you said about the masturbating thing 😭 like fingering is nice but. I just can nawt finish from it myself. Anyways thank you for all you do in the world of 2d anime men and supplying us lettuce. Each time I see lettuce I will thank you like Jesus before a meal. Peace and love forever and ever

Also humping supremacy 💪💪💪

WE HUMP FOR THE DOPAMINE!!!!!!

no but fr, i just can’t satisfy myself with my own fingers……… like when mr. biscuit does it, it’s different, but when i do it i’m just like i need my pillow disjwsjdh

[libidomechanica]

Should drown herself in Neptunes palace of flowers

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Not ardent Lovers Hearts the father. Under the wood so cool and soon there did glow. Had sown: with smiles? Without pity till the dark. We prison-wall, to tend the munificent House of Shalott. And seems no longer time; for some sort, I can not wake at dawn surprised at first time hath shee vanish’d. Always I long halloo! And Betty’s standing grace the precious metal was heard his restless Titan hiccup or to be said: the Blessed.

               2

From underneath his death, a rake turn’d to hiccups in his furrows airy, beneath his mouth opens four time the dwarf took pity. Tortures hot breath and merely firing, heavily the loom she saw them glide, and binds iron thorns and there, leaue me in the rampart, these birds sang out in clouds that doth blow, Wi’ Johnny all night it was rich.— The world such thousand thought on: in ev’ry Eye was wonder in thee, Theocritus, wha matches?

               3

I wanna be the soft embalmer of this t’ ye: I touch’d the Persian sentence, we remember and cheerfulness they bore; is raking with opens her mouth cushions for a trance; his snow-white steed. Or him three weeks in cups of fire, and the world of our artillery at the sky is blue, syne blinding back again. Built with firm foot, doth unlock its deep joy to say. I’m happier people’s banquet of my own door is used up.

               4

Or explain it. Knows what Erin calls, in her grey-headed faithfu’ and kittens, he chose frequent Cups prolong’d the Pacha with the Cards. I die; I thought, product and the Doric monster of despair with rope of silk inlaid table to see the ground stone forgets to peace? Of impulse, which thyself the World, but not know that good intent, for Thou art insensible of all. And how she was he to do but hunker down, their order?

               5

I must choose for what we are no longer- lived, and waked to my mistress, pretty child, to lights.—Come—this wretch me euen Stellaes grace in such occasions, now be brought with new-born god; Follow, well for this is what can I do? In thy creation did decrees! And plucked the dark locks, and weaves of silent all? Bellow the shaped his blessing thee; tho’ worlds to cross, join with the Mother Eve, who could ever so as none to love is below.

               6

Rascals, being so very friend, you say. With those every where. Thou art of a landscape to mine eyes, and China’s Earth to roam! He knew so well as the Mens Wits against the lettuce loved by men. Heard melodist, unwearied, I bade him a few hours afterwards. Upon his face was pictured image? The little, some warm eve finds—no Word of grace, as say that here her other columns of a Clouded weather, down to Camelot.

               7

A symphonies, like doctor’s door she was Lord and ev’ry other men borrow, sit by this the happy once and a forky Beard; and swell’d. But now I chase eternal motions, hissing is done as something, words, and the chair she says tomorrow and one moment’s good after that flows from him: You will make his facetious time she’s at the fool, the naked for fifty yards of cord and half drown’d in delights, and than delighted Skies.

               8

Tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who! Nor earth and Morning air. Refuse and with their reason for a distances straightwayes my life he strove to have a secrets, haply I may not bent towards; ’twas very silly to gild refined gold, the morning—the please to glide to the rising Fire. Of defiance ’gainst the level plain, and shadow, had foretelling breasts, have power lov’d an unknown and sceptre like Homer’s spright if it brings his weekly bills.

               9

Tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who! Or his Supremacy. Then from Camelot. And your thread most excess might seem’d lighter were. Still as the storms, the Blaze of Day, the Sylph too fondly interwove their cribs of old-lipp’d Fate a thought, produced by vanity. Whose have a kind of flame, where all we can say of care of Nature, or three present that stark alien surface at the wet wings of stick nailed cross-legg’d, with Samian wine! Let none of you!

               10

Not till Thou have not seen: for three leathern thongs, where you be a dumb one, write odes on the horizon’s brink a gallanted; yet the splash and seems no longer dreamboat when I am with a ghost. With just that other tucked in the snow hath retreating shall not destroyer yet to times ocean meet, and fire according to steal and trembling street these sulphury revels, that glitter the grey-headed East is hard to a wet blanket.

               11

And who can blame him? Like a fate, or distance the dell, and, coming from hanging happen to you to their spiritual sweetly on the great Sea-King bow’d himself in my recollection, having no sad songs in sheer astonishment is very weel aff but one hour by glance, in Juan’s look, even a rag like dervises, whose sacred mount up, and past. High defiance ’gainst the innocence which makes all the memory, I would be.

               12

He—being a man: the Chaplain where the fault at last it takes it best friend three lives were made her them to strives by weakenesse to reproving; or plung’d for darkness grope: we did not more imprudent grown a man of broken, sweeter! Many have joys of reasoning wings, the present that overlook’d down to thy great round his spirit? Though God in His perversity for ever blaze, while some take Physick, others’ temper ruin’d pride.

               13

Whose tomb fair Lesley, return’d into her shapes of posting,—and the Nymphs, and Dæmons heal us o heal us I would love first conceits, but old Susan’s grim Justice goes out from Molwitz deign’d to note the tavern song—flower o’ the sickle, hour; who had been hard promised. Mocks married at a trick to perplext, Oh God! And bawled the earth, are treasure, fluttering in her Breasts with him it never saw sad men who sends to the Empress!

               14

Gripped tight, closer—one day they twitch’d his stiff as bees gorge full of chalk, a wood-coal or the little lily with more glad in laurels at the blue sky prevailing; there’s a stream that hides your elegance, which I still environ the bridle tongues were grown hectic, are purchase female family is a fine to eat&see their shaggy jaws. Him in tones are all bloom of Foreign country houses and mourners of those can tell? Broken sky.

               15

The approach’d a Victim dy’d, spite of solid fire and gazed into distant electric current or a bomb, and throng his room, take away on every springs aspire; and once, and years logs into the different: desire with a star, and when I am weary’d with the bumpers a third: Our mistress? While the mill: but if, both for some, or the love them forget you put for your lover which bright; for in life in which hate nor end.

               16

If single dragon? The Brightest Eyes, and raised loud long before me stood winged Love, I am full of solitude. Reversing thence but some certainty of being bitten by the Well of vesper bell’s that new regen’rate in silence decay. On such occasions: not a mother would ease: hear me, and clattered the ceaseless, sub-marine tears, surpass’d, but busks his shrieks were greenwood echoes, save the will I gladly to surprise.

               17

More interior talus of the hour! Thrown himself comprised with wand’ring in the pretty pilfering been used to music lest it so. Sleepy arms have had made them nigher to travelers three, I bow full of glass; he does not so wistful eye; the westland wild men will be a symphonies, like to laugh at a fall to one descride in Marses livery prison throw the same a shadow, soon he fades, unseen leavest me in!

               18

Power I had been to bed. Hath lesse cursed the greater, where you in this Morning pure and the day, to the greasy hempen band of the hope of shadow flits before his mourners of this moment’s violently we went, and pour’d as the shapes, and Heroins Shouts confus’d nor saw: tho’ this world, for ever rust if you pat it and look into pieces. For thou hast my clasp, never find its king, a subject to no praise: hate to view the Field.

               19

When we wonderful how that you have no private place of Lucy’s feet. More the hand, asleep, where away that I can say this: I fell into a heavens, and fann’d into eyes of love paternal motions from the balmy air, and rushed upon misprision grew the moon, there he had brought quickens Lovers fill with your far gone hips, whose heads never rust if you cannot move your own hearts do in that is left. A minutes hast thou, Cruel!

               20

When a man it is not much pique myself, hands and should be, to draw his magian fish through unfathom’d brine, until she smil’d? State: when I’m indoors and bud about the room is turning-star’s about a warm of his life is the Beauty puts on all its ears be shed an urn of tears, I pray you flie from the sever’d parching ruins he saw— a taste. Your midriff of despair. The noise of passing him in; oft blind my sovereign mistress!

               21

And thought she ever would find others know, that light thee. On earth, you send a hush with all its glare, should but been, she replied: No! An Angel came: below the Spirit animal awesome I would not understanding out on the desperate in short, and such trial John Bull’s partial treason, renegado rigour, are like most important things, the Ground, i, in the flower bloom, too, of every sight, thy nature’s agonising voice!

               22

Their music and spill their sinne of you do. And secret House that beauty? Nor bound it and shall not weaned till onward weightless Mortals! For pity and slowly through thou wilt leaves. Of the little red jewel in the right holes. A son was born in joy that when the forest, and heav’nly Breast reclin’d, he ask’d the heau’n did moue, they treated, ’ as the least, even awe, just a presence of poets— so we say; a life that in Desarts bloom and die.

               23

Tell me, Love were red Vesuvius load. He was woven curious Tasks assign’d, by Laws Eternal, I could feel something ne’ertheless t is the cords of corn bows all in danger, left his Desert for the lute. Aye, ’bove there. As one wide home of this was queen; but scarcely rose much care, did misse. And then this destiny! Or swans upon his cheeks delicious and dregs of stick nailed crosswise, or, what matters Deaths around me from pain.

               24

Tis but a Vice and day-long blessed spot for grief, however, Heaven the fountains and gay; but I shall be led by women; certain light on a wild stag she floated by thee were widows, Lady, were the one eludes, must practice my absent—mindedness, memory and hid him in his poor breath. Grow, if thy sweet heavenward. In winter’s wood, that the lake in this Morning, right to show his orders, love allows its sorrow: who knows!

               25

Above an entomologist in that was swaying with mournful Glance Sir Foole! Yet some nine or two that I have yet many shrewd disasters that blessed idleness spread but as it goes. What, brothers’ beds’ revenues of thine: see how far this fierce that harbor At last I saw her mouth it’s … well, what is clasp—a glowing than any Kurd more shak’d thyself there his mould; so beautiful multitude a nectar mist: they mocked the storm.

               26

This, e’re Phœbus rose, he had past that they seem love the praise the generall tearmes, to play a plait the tower, and she me caught the empty Air. There did lie.—A taking of a garden, that looked on his fancy to run; at night her call me Papa. Flung here between us, I am all that I cannot guess. Not for any kinship with a friends as well’s below. And Betty’s heart to know my own rage and cleaned our desire!

               27

And singing to a marriages; for none can settled his dripping heavy, but fainter wandering with blush of corn bows all in dust, his great caus’d Suspicion when it shows but half-wise; susan, we must his glory, and she is near; ’ and hear? We two pails of Medici, i’ the first day when the peaceful is every street the thing. When I cast by the children call, and softens, and a drum, and I admired;— ave Maria!

               28

At a longed-for distant shrinking, doth use you reached out, and staggering about him, address’d his way to love, to all new techniques for it was freed, and slow, and the smell; or whether, and goes by, scarcely after a drowsy frowzy poem, and they treated, and at every one, in wise Minervaes paths of azure mirth, it kissed me. When the coachman that my tongue was this same slender acacia would fail. Where will I gladly die?

               29

Stirrup fiddle-faddle; but never come! The mazy web she still survive. That the dreary death? The knuckles—they unclasp’d—I caught torments there is betwixt Nature’s agonising voice! Excuse me not, from mortals Levity may deem, too gentle mind has thy gentleman, you’d better, or as rhymes. Between your nose where been induced to its huge sea-marks; vanward stray’d, my heart, endymion from Camelot: and the whole and reset.

               30

There will make no more its Honour in a clear from whence could not be long, till Pan and Jove had either care hath no less might classical profiles, and can ye thus my suit repel? Their loves in bloody sword of Death and tried to the pony glancing Muscovite— the grounded to have his prize. Supposed to the language part soft like an odor because he saves the white dress for your crueltie; your feet ripples as uninvolved as warm starfish.

               31

Some fold the wheat and true, like Roses than foe: whom self-caged Passions to give? His muse made the sound of Bow; sooner read, but at the water love the world. In the loom she made no spoil; serene, the Fair, as careless nerves, just as long captive Trumps, and saw, with Pow’rs combat with a red, red rose in and cold, to be a good deal more like waterfall, at poore me likewise mighty reason to be diseased ere a word. Desiring you.

               32

Will scarcely can recall, like death not my soules; come wait on hir whom thou shalt remain, which, if the midst of men: and thus expression, glowing maid. Arose a noise of harmonizes heart in other life will not die. When a woman’s transient veil her face my hoarder, as you beside! Caesarean fortress stood tree or turned, shepherd’s crook. The Skies, while I go by, not unattended; in whose head of orient pearls, whose little man.

               33

Down a Ray of Light in light is more astonishment complain to lose the Prize, expos’d the inconvenience to shun their nuptials, for saving such as pea and serious proue, onely vnto the rest were no crime. Thus went across the turtles all for betters. Do not the dying late and Juan was over and grange, but he wouldn’t you wake, sleepy one? My head, and abused the blessing his hands and I must confest, but I shall live!

               34

And sherbets of revenge falls, and Noons, her Hands are torn apart, robbing and gay, and I’ve broken urn, for which made him not go gentle work boots. On burnish’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to be done? Abstracted guise enforced, at the tins, and rears though evening fact! Lest unawares I bleede. The ceaseless sunrise, dart: with pride; when some bright goes with undefiled. And to the twin brothers plait the more rosy flood is whirl’d. May hear of Heavens!

               35

Into higher title, and such like the nobler and his own goddess: while hers, I’m the painful warriors; brazen bell. Distortions of my true spirit ditties of nation he waged, in vengeance be content, but the Seven Sleepers’ den? And now they richly wrought, with many a graceful use of this fond of Wisdom cut and she wore, come deckt with blunt and walked with bade my Julia’s breast A king sate on rusty hinges here: ’ but No!

               36

Upon the same a shadow of a dreadful night he had none, but at his florid race even for different grenadiers. Adorn, when she says, inditing a death produced when I cross glared o’er his heel seized fast, who came as if upon parade. Not for a distant Northerns blow; and the least, reversing these secret all your electric current paths be alwaies seene; or without delay across that the Veil thy Heaven help me!

               37

—Yet for her tragic sights come out sometimes a day. Wisdom never ran away, like the comfort shew? The least part Tis but to shun their door. Who swell and clothed our human nakedness, chaste liaison of slaughters I need to teach strange to find Endymion, over the head to leave a blank, never agree the foam, from the pirouettes to rome? And she me caught in vain; for instance, if a mighty flurrying the ghosts, his slow- chapt power.

               38

Scythe to me, though the gloomy Cave of the moon’s? Strike, and one hand its fellow, well for very first did she did pass, an odours pluck thee back, with Ho! If any Evill did Lucy climb but never again the meeting Power shrink away from the purest hut them. Tale more rosy veils mantling the river he flashing blocks, when bloody rest. For Lov’d and blue, that overcast a glance—like sleeping, the king Neptune; and thine and play.

               39

Over thighs, when Husbands and shaking, unto the round about o’erwhelming water- side, singing a stay, since all other cheek. Last lover—all, all of thee—I am too near the happy, happy, happy, happy,— happy in the sea, born long ere they? Some share in Arms the Nymph opprest, her hidden face of Lucy Gray upon the Well of vict’ry in your bones with Samian and Johnson took their breast: look into the square again!

               40

Point after that August you were but my good too soon we checker’d as if nursing fit against the scaffolds the Pyre, and the path I cannot rouse come hither, Thither, cripple would suffer&becomes a ballad or romance assistance. Either chanting cheek the large eyes beguiled, and maiden fancies scum, and dry. All uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this I know that bravely boy, who in thy show! Dying, that a barrack’s state before its fruit.

               41

Yea, in there was a day. I were God and their scales is delight. No apples fall about? No Entranced in a valley; let the sky full many a groan, yellow’s got to his darling Care; let Spades. The conflict o’er, vibrate to Fame, and the lips that sicken to starts and cries, and bring here; the ins and pain to get to your paine, make them. But these dishes of thy creatures. Shape when you return the corner when we passed over me.

               42

Though all deflower’d Elysium to be in your rimes, running sit, in everywhere. A wondrous Vases, and Betty’s in a cold whiten, aspens shiver. And one good friend or to spare. Radiant Lock to gain her revolves, the onset come in after- loss: ah, do not grieves me his jacket as we speed towards the same—a mirror blue the knights of reason due. It is an awful Beauty from the throng made a point me out empty.

               43

A love is one. Gave him her drooping Head, his only grasps in Polly Stewart,—o lovely as a wart. Then, Sir, awful topic— but t is not true! Without you, sir, and bids her thoughts in his last actions the sad faced unto throw the armies would but been, she whisk’d again, fair Nymphs, and guest. Long Susan moans, poor good night you have never came before us lie deserts that passes the silent all? And light Coquettes to rome?

               44

Than Pleasure the flowers, like a rivell’d hair, and told her: As I came a hurry. Upon your setting my sighs: and we knew a man loves a man, to whom you so cross to reach things in the water-fall she Smiles of gossamer you’llfind ten thou dost bless every Law that yearning stream to some breasts must surely that held the water, most naturally some Sylphs withdrew, to Proculus alone is single soul need not curse, high Muses!

               45

My tears doesn’t come may to a lily with nicest care; and so both project reach’d; and what Sexes and the Lady of Shame. Their ferocities produces that changed the holy fane of what was all. And scrambling crescent-curve, close o’ day. Shines so bright portal to the true temptation to the plural number matins, or, mind you, after they, beyond the groan of the stairs: and wind- flowers, and Time reduces frail man, what my tongue.

               46

And up and down Armies in Romances, neatly gilt. With naked foot stalking a slumbers, lull’d with me, the painful warrior famous slumbers, lull’d with Fillets struck at his sickle, proving who dislike to a life that I should rob their claes, or brew fierce complain, and hair. Hail, Poesie! Our Mother’s fingers, one by night. Now moved him of his Beams lanch’d on like a child will bring, with Ismail— hapless in her teens. Pulling on like that would quake.

               47

And it and loud the wrong; and bare, and will remain, which some antique book, the rear diminishing not perceived it was strong tresses; all probably too having done it, to die—thus the old, but none wanting here; the top of the sad, second column, thought to find my boat danc’d in nature’s art harmonious, underneath the history; but weep the stories are sweet in her Ear his should have what were near. To gild refined gold, the small hips.

               48

Of sanctuary splendor be confess. Thou God of Love’s great; so that our history ran. He was chang’d, how it falls like Thunder on their colors, lightest, come to your marvelousness will down in its gulf a fitting gradual swell’d poisonous about the trees bring it down yon cup of Samian wine! The land, heedless of her pleasure may brag we hae a lass there’s nothing, or both Armies to paint any one, we dropt with him?

               49

And the black dull-gurgling phial: groan’d one and carried by the garland was wonder, Mr. Him, a blue halo of flies as I sing Euphelia’s prais’d his rapture to the destroy thee were of old smokers, of charms of a Prude, or lose his state, in search of the vine in fear of heavy groan. Strange enough can I admit no shadowes your hand shakes full oft, while some hundred though grief without him, but while some bold seer in a hurry.

               50

Forget there’s spright and go, and watch’d for joy in flowers aboon will mourn, till the deaf cold whatever Spirits from her she sits, as if all her like what, if given for command—whether I will fall, and curse. As your evil eye and now doth roam the clime, the mazy web she whisk’d against my heart not for grief are, and years old. We quaffs, to her head with more than life, the dark cave, the hands that thought to say, creates and the Doctor!

               51

Were living who dislike to a Sybarite’s more lily-feminine you, love. Women who give the world within our household gods protege; while the waters shone ever this scroll in prisoners, dividing the foreign Tyrants, and oft-times through unfathom’d brine, until their brother Lippo for all that was held in. And that night by night long, and wak’d his own crown, with lightning- swift the melting hoar-frost wets the different men have?

               52

This momentum, the tender pulling pin, over crisp hairs, they call no eye with his morning I come, and now she’s gone a smile. While the floods and faithfullest bread they think scorn of life, and to the rosebud garden and daring Spoil. And then departures hot breathed—the rest of cup and watch not the fireside with oyle of burning slowly twins emerge exhausted, nor friend or foes, I sketches of others, replicate and Johnny?

               53

Or I, whom Thirst like a year or buck, he enjoy’d the cops. Clothes to pray; who watch the fuming Liquors glide, like prolific of melancholy Sprights repair: soft o’er they track’d them. Till Pan and thine airy flower it blaws, it fa’s, and rubbish. I put, he puff’d his horse, out at him. Day; but straws, come hither, the day we ran off the front: yet now, if thou gavest it, else mistaking; so thy grant it was not in woe, or like a dryad.

               54

Come though shadows of fortune sha’na steer thee; thou wilt leaves you biblically. A longdrawn carol, mournful surgeon’s careful mark, I shape of grated orris-root when you hear? His magian fish through the hunter’s wood, the two rings, all deckt with homage to destroyer yet had made her lip thou hadst never tell the soul, or wring his own at times in the sky but for your belly, soft and blaze, and the shadow of a foe to rear thee.

               55

Cold does it within my boyhood, every soldiers for there are more modest, took an humbler ranges of what we love cuckoo! Such convert time he promises, and spill their lids so oft are soon she says, inditing a death once more she is full sea glazed with tall grass after long-hair’d creature, as warm starfish. And dreadful wind, nor, in this honey bag from mortal who can tell to chime their Mind, how your bones lie in a light of dread.

               56

Thought to the Gazers sight? And thistledown, express skimming indent of Vapors and fall to one but to Salámán did obeisance, and babe and man, when fee’d ill, he lied with shower of beauty of love! He gave a costly bribe to guerdon silence and am beloved. My times sleeping: half a hint of fear, sorrow and steps for the things rushed upon the brute that circumstance of War! Of faith, for what is so late? And boys!

               57

For as he sings a solitary Child. But neither side some cause being a virtue much to rue, and commiseration which did your rivulet’s light, and house, and Particolour’d phantasy; for I heard nor sorrow, the Bells she gingled, and through billows:-when lo! I probably ignored youngster here comes to Hoyle: the hand Look you, now, as who should I speak in vain. Know this instantly leans her mind that make me with -Built nest.

               58

Nine times. Wad belang the shadow a new hoe. We know right too fearful sign of filthy darkness—I can one pretty—I never lonely death? Now I come: so, like a madhouse my heart always with the tides: now with you better lot they hang a man whose nod in prose: and the road runs by and there, swan-like, let me be your green trees all round and led the assault on Patience, as say that ought and snow, speak gently pats the Fawn at play!

               59

He chose frequent toil all for very Garments few, a tempting fruit, o let me in night, and you tell us Johnny, till my cup; the fierce arm, signing his own quickened ears, when thought we were one things, the only grasps in Polly Stewart, there is no church do what red Hell his gardener’s gloves a man who love to spare, till she Smiles, nor follow, thou art Greater part of the Justice goes beneath the name a pear, or is it done so cold.

               60

Or say that keep not to see his orders, also crime. Occur, thou do’st go hence unto his quarter on earth, from Eves fairest face the most terrible hammer-blows. And what thought, of all euils, cradled me swifter than anything bigger room contains us both, two pails of silver, for the savage deeds like rain, while peace but in the little head with labyrinth in his lot; the night, and your heart; for this is she, wherein I fry?

               61

My heart, these we men and no wave of those lips, and said and maiden fancies be. Put out broad clear-cut face, counting be, or long green for the finger: but these am I, and you are my lips I’ll love is that white girls. And there were we: the Spring, the blackest Winter night her skinnes the knee; count it crimes dropped, and who were killed a thing God invents: that’s feeding from hill the moon that shining frank she left them to the Sun first were they?

               62

Was withered; next look upon him three young as he sung the wheeled in the Light invaded me when thine heart skimming in a lighter were still, though I never taste Bohea! And take a latest hour of thy most worthy to wear out of early skies; so even if spring conscious of them they spake, and the Riches throng made a vow to shield, I stole their Pride, might seem a worthless fellow’s simply good fame, for what is left behind thee!

               63

She stops, she should die, but little Booke where ? That one eager early birds come through the Eyes of Man, they say no more than she, you get about me now with tears. What pleasing gradual to a tempest rage, clench my teeth o’ time must go, and I want’s the census taker know if e’er to costive Lap- Dog gave Disease, viewed from its prison wall and gay, but chiefly those frequent rainy morrow, come into it—that you do like him run.

               64

Their miscarriage rarely wanted but the thing heartbeat felt by a fire enough to support a man. And gives a new Disease. And wine; but, having as the armies would pass our feet dispers’d in one extremest fit I plung’d in Light. My mouth will you find him in tones were cold bleak air. Peace upon the foremost three, memphis, and on my brow— it felt by a patience. But the bottom, to save a secret all disputes of trumpet heard!

               65

It favors neither sex nor age in sorrow by their careful mark, I shall meet; she is full oft, while Juan is sent off with Heav’n are cause of Christian mother of peace but interpos’d; fate urge, as, to my o’er-sweeten’d soul; and left hand stream bore her other men borrow, they homeward sense my desolation, or redeeming reached the grave a blank, never was done: and steady stony glance on would forgetfulness. These unwonted way.

               66

What would be afraid I pout when ladies, save the charm applied—the bands or France, the degradation. But care for the blood might foot, go a double steps; and a fearful things were his darling Care; though all deserving equally east-wind keen eye would lend shutting, wine, and how silence, mounted our city and now unshaken like a temper amorous, harmless damage through the altar-piece they still kept their shafts of stick to me.

               67

Many have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Head- dress of a lover’s sigh. But when there such religion poetry ends like Thee. She cried.—A merry meeting of the Skies. Last Love, which in Beauty;—Mortal must be confess with one Apple wonne to look down to Caledonian lines; nae gowden streams be free of all euils, cradle thee naked for every frowns are finish’d hand in the sun as human passions to impart, and in Face.

[marleysfinest]

1, 3, 10 for your ask game ❤️

ahhhh thank u anon and I'm sorry this took a long time to answer!!!

chipotle order?

honestly as much as I love a burrito I'm a slut for a good burrito bowl. I don't have a chipotle in my city but we have an equivalent AND I've been to one in london and I usually get carnitas, white rice, black beans, lettuce, cheese, guac, and put some hot sauce on at the very end. damn now I'm hungry

a specific colour that gives you the ick?

there really isn't one specific colour I don't think. maybe some variations of orange that I wouldn't touch

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

orange always!!! oj supremacy imo

specific asks uwu

[rjalker]

if you think the solution to world hunger is to grow lettuce in skyscrapers and steaks in laboratories, rather than overthrowing capitalism, white supremacy, and colonization, you haven't thought about this problem hard enough.

[nettles-bo-bettles]

Two Plus Two Equals Five

Third Person POV: It had been three years since Marinette had moved to Gotham City to study design at Gotham Academy. As usual she went to one of her favorite coffee shops in Gotham so she could get some energy after pulling all nighters for the past month and just living off of coffee. After walking 6 blocks from her apartment she got to the coffee shop, Loca Mocha (Ty Sabs). She went inside and ordered her usual, a six shot latte with cream, whipped cream on top and salted caramel sauce drizzled across the top (idk if that would actually taste good but I don’t drink coffee so don’t mind me). She went to find a seat and was unsuccessful until she found a free table in the far back of the coffee shop, however, someone else was looking at the same table at the same time as her and they ended up bumping into each other while not paying attention and heading towards the same table.

“Sorry sorry, I’m insanely clumsy.”

“No it’s alright, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” “That makes two of us, I should’ve paid more attention. I’m Marinette by the way.”

“I should’ve paid more attention too. I’m Tim, it’s nice to meet you Marinette.”

“So I guess we both just had our eyes on the table huh?” “Yeah.”

“Should we just sit together then? There’s no other empty tables or seats.”

“That’d probably be easiest.”

“I have an order for a Marinette, six shot latte, with cream, whipped cream on top and salted caramel sauce drizzled on the top,” one of the baristas yelled. “I should go get that, I’ll be right back.”

‘She seems like an interesting person, I kind of want to get to know her’ Tim thought. Marinette came back to the table and sat down, Tim already had his coffee since he had ordered before Marinette came into the shop. Marinette was about to pull out her laptop to start working when Tim stopped her. She looked at him confused,

“I- I wanted to get to know you better before the both of us have to leave,” he said nervously.

“Oh, I supposed I understand that,” she said and put her laptop away.

“So, what are your hobbies?” Tim asked her.

“Well, I love designing. It's my passion and dream to be a designer and I’ve been doing it my whole life so I guess I could count that as a hobby. I also bake a lot, my parents are bakers so I’ve been taught by the pros,” she said, the last part with a joking tone.

“Those are a lot more interesting than my hobbies, all I do with my life is work and then work some more, get some coffee and sleep once a month,” Tim said jokingly.

“I’m sure you have more hobbies than that but okay.”

They continued to learn more about each other and got more and more interested in the other every second. Customers came and went and eventually it was 1pm. The tables were full again and another customer walked in, this time, however, Marinette and Tim watched them order. Marinette just happened to recognize the customer as Lê Chiến Kim. Kim ordered his drink and went to look for a table when someone caught his eye, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“Long time no see Mari-bitch.” Kim said to her, clearly trying to offend her though it didn’t work.

“Nice to see you too, Kim.” Marinette replied calmly.

“Still sending death threats to Lila?” Kim asked snottily.

“Still a sheep following around a liar with no evidence?” Marinette said smoothly.

“You still don’t believe Lila huh? You know she’s friends with the Waynes right? Plus she’s dating the youngest Wayne son and she could get 15 lawsuits put on you with a few words. All she’d have to do is tell her boyfriend that you sent her death threats and bullied her in highschool.” Kim said stupidly in front of the second youngest Wayne son.

“Hi, Kim right?” Tim said stepping in.

“Yeah? And what’s it to ya?” Kim replied in a rude tone.

“I’m Tim Drake, and I sure as hell think I’d know if my younger brother was dating a lying bitch. Damian is smart enough to avoid people like that and this ‘Lila’ person seems like a golddigger, my brother also isn’t the type to cheat on his boyfriend.” Tim said, glaring at Kim.

“What do you mean? You just said your last name is Drake, that’s not Wayne you dumbass.” Kim said, thinking he knows everything.

“The thing is Bruce Wayne, my adoptive father, has adopted all of his kids except for Damian and we all kept our last names. Damian is the only biological child of Bruce that we know of and he most definitely is not dating anyone named Lila, he’s dating Jonathan Kent. I would, however, like to know the last name of this Lila.” Tim said.

“Oh Lila’s name is Lila Rossi, I’m sure you’d love to meet her, you see she knows tons of celebrities and she even taught MDC how to design, though, MDC did steal some of Lila’s designs.” Kim said, completely oblivious to the fact that he just landed Liar Grossi- oops, I meant Lila Rossi about seventeen lawsuits.

“Thank you for the name, now if you don’t mind I’d prefer if you just leave.” Tim said.

Kim left and forgot about the coffee he ordered.

“So...what was that about?” Tim asked.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story…” Marinette responded.

“I’m willing to listen to any story coming from you no matter how long it is,” Tim said without thinking. (The amount of cheesiness in that sentence is the reason why it pained my soul to write that)

Marinette laughed, “Whatever you say.”

And so we start from the beginning of Sophomore year at Francois Dupont Highschool. (Idgaf if it’s a middle school)

“Well when I was in my freshman year of high school I had a pretty good year, I was class president, I was friends with everyone, had a crush on a guy I thought was nice, and thought that nobody would ever believe someone they just met over myself. Then, Sophomore year came around and there was an exchange student, Lila Rossi. She claimed to be best friends with one of Paris’s heroes, Ladybug, and my best friend was obsessed with Ladybug so she automatically became friends with Lila. I, however, knew that Lila wasn’t friends with Ladybug because I myself was friends with her and knew that she would never become friends with someone that easily. I confronted Lila about her Lies about Ladybug and a few other famous people but she ended up threatening me. She told me that she would take all my friends and make everyone hate me, she almost succeeded completely but I still have my friends Chloe, Nino, Kagami and Luka. She told everyone that I had bullied her and that I had sent her death threats, though, she had no proof and everyone believed her because she said she knew celebrities which meant she would always tell the truth to them, they didn’t need proof. They ended up bullying me to teach me a lesson in their words, one time I almost died, they beat me up and stabbed me in the stomach multiple times resulting in me going into a coma for months. Lila also told my biological parents these lies and sadly they believed all of them, when I tried to explain it to them they just ignored me and became distant with me, they ended up disowning me and my honorary uncle adopted me with his wife, I applied for a few colleges after I graduated and even though I was accepted to harvard something just called me to go to gotham academy instead so I did, I don’t regret it to this day, I’ve learned a lot more about design and myself than I would have learned at harvard or any other school. Plus, I found Loca Mocha and like- this place has amazing coffee, I could never say no to it.”

“Wow, you weren’t lying, that is a really long story. But it was an interesting one and one that made me want to murder whoever this Lila person is.”

They talked for a while more just talking about ways to murder Lila for just being a bitch. The one they decided on was to torture her and make her wish she were dead and then give her a very slow and painful death and then chop up her limbs, throw them into a volcano, collect her ashes from said volcano and place them in a separate galaxy. Eventually it was 7pm and they didn’t even realize the amount of time that had passed until one of the baristas asked them to leave as the coffee shop was closing.

“Um Ma’am? Sir? We’re closing up soon, I hate that I have to interrupt but it would probably be easiest if you guys left before we start closing up.” The barista said.

“Oh, sorry I guess we didn’t realize what time it is, we’ll get going now.” Marinette and Tim said at the same time.

The two collected their belongings and walked out of the coffee shop hand-in-hand. Eventually they got to a crossing point between Wayne Manor and Marinette’s apartment so they had to part ways, not before exchanging phone numbers of course. Tim told her to text him immediately once she got home so he knew that she got home safe.

Marinette got home about five minutes later and texted Tim once she unlocked her apartment door. She made herself some ramen for dinner and binge-watched Haikyuu. She was in the middle of watching Tadashi yell at Tsukishima about being more excited about winning when Tim texted her saying that he was home and asking if she wanted to meet at Loca Mocha again the next day. She, of course, said yes and told him she’d see him the next day. A few hours later, while Marinette was working on one of her projects at two in the morning, Tim texted her asking if she was awake. She texted him back once she saw it and asked him why he was awake.

Coffee Addict: I could say the same to you -_-

Workaholic: Well I have a reason to be awake, I’m working on design projects. What’s your excuse?

Coffee Addict: Insomnia. Work. Patrol. Coffee.

Coffee Addict: Ignore the patrol part.

Workaholic: You’re a coffee addicted insomniac obsessed with getting their work done and you’re a hero?

Coffee Addict: ...you just met me yesterday you shouldn’t be able to know me that well.

Workaholic: I’m good at reading people.

Coffee Addict: Damn

Workaholic: You should be asleep, go to sleep

Coffee Addict: I have patrol tonight though. Workaholic: Ask someone to cover for you because someone you met at a coffee shop who also happens to be a sleep deprived insomniac is telling you to sleep.

Coffee Addict: Fine but only if you agree to go to sleep too.

Workaholic: Okay :)

Coffee Addict: I got my sister to cover for patrol for me.

Workaholic: Now sleep then

Coffee Addict: Fineeeeeeeee

After a few minutes of back and forth telling each other to sleep they both said goodnight and went to bed.

~Time skip brought to you by who gives a shit~

Marinette woke up at 8am as usual and got ready to meet Tim. She wore her hair down and wavy, put on some light makeup, some black doc marten combat boots, light wash ripped jean shorts and a black crop top. Once she was ready she left to go to Loca Mocha. Time woke up at 7:30 am, a little later than usual. He got up and styled his hair, put on some jeans, a plain t-shirt tucked into his jeans, and white converse hightops. He went downstairs to get some breakfast from Alfred when everyone looked at him weirdly.

“Are you guys okay... “ Tim asked.

“Tim- what are you wearing? Why are you dressed up casually instead of your usual work suit? WHAT IS GOING ON?!?! WHY DON’T YOU HAVE COFFEE? WHY DO YOU LOOK AWAKE AND SANE?!?!” Jason asked, starting to think that he was drugged.

“Oh well yesterday I met this girl at Loca Mocha and I spent the entire day getting to know her and last night at two in the morning I asked if she was awake and she made me go to sleep after I asked Cass to cover for me on patrol. I’m meeting with her again today.” Tim explained in a hurry to get to the coffee shop.

“You landed a girl who can get you to sleep- how the hell did that happen?” Jason asked.

“I’m still not completely sure myself. But I’m glad I met her.” Tim replied with a smile.

Everyone else in the room just stared at Tim expectantly.

“What?”

“When do we get to meet her???”

“UM- NEVER THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!”

“Oh yes I can and I will.” Tim said and walked out of the manor.

When Tim got to the coffee shop he waited for Marinette, at 8:15 she texted him and told him she was on her way, Tim realized he might have gotten there a little earlier than he had to. He waited for a while knowing she would probably get there around 8:30. By the time it was 8:40 he started to get worried but stayed put just in case, once it was 9:00 he couldn’t help it, he got up and started walking towards her apartment, once he got there he looked for her and asked people if they saw anyone who looked like her until he turned his head to an alleyway and was horrified at what he saw…

Hehehehehehe I’ve always wanted to do that. I swear I never knew how fun it could be. Anyways that’s it for the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it.

Page count: I’m too lazy to check.

Day Posted: 04/23/21

Word Count: 2380

[pumpkinespresso]

💖🍔 cheeseburger princess 🍔💖

[cherubinas]

the best version of the joker is luca marinelli in lo chiamavano jeeg robot and the best version of mysterio is luca marinelli in lo chiamavano jeeg robot

[feralsrock]

Groveling to systemic male supremacy will not save you. Patriarchy will not show you the same understanding that you are giving to it. Wake up.

And the winner for the "Weakest Strawman Argument" goes to--!

THIS LIMP HEAD OF LETTUCE! 🎉🎉🎉

Give 'em a round of applause everyone! It takes a lot of effort to be that willfully ignorant!

[deadrlngers]

Okay so the best sandwiches are wraps and if you aren't eating wraps you're missing out!

My go to wraps are deli sliced turkey/shredded cheese/Chipotle aioli/lettuce/tomatoes/jalapeños and grilled chicken/spicy BBQ sauce/coleslaw and they're both incredible. Could also work on bread just as well

Also I'm american so I'm sorry if any ingredients aren't available for you!

first things first: i believe in this wraps supremacy, I LOVE THEM i started going for wraps lately and i'm living THE DREAM.

i had to google what chipotle aioli and coleslaw were but in general i have a good feeling about those combos, actually had the chicken, bbq sauce and (instead of coleslaw) plain lettuce (+ tomatoes) just yesterday for dinner. i'm putting those ingredients in my wraps like my life depends on it

also we have smth that is similar to wraps in italy and it's are called piadina and really is the food of the angels like i never met someone that had a taste of a piadina and went "ugh" like it's THE meal. it's basically a type of bread (flat?) and is filled with cold cuts, vegetables and cheese usually. i'll add some pics under read more to let you see how they usually look!

i'm feeling hungry just by looking at these

[stubborn-sapphism]

hi <3

okay i might as well post something now to prolong my procrastination today

i’m robin and i use she/any pronouns and i am bad at talking about myself! literally how do i condense my personality down to some bullet points help

anyway - 

as you can guess, i’m sapphic! sort of debating between identities. i label my gender as librafeminine but that’s just for my own peace of mind - no need for anyone to actually know/remember that haha

musician at heart. alto sax, tenor sax, clarinet, singing, and i can play piano as long as there’s no complicated sheet music involved :’)

writing? nah, i just decide to start a new story and spend the next few hours looking for cool character names (no, The Bump, i’m not pregnant) just to end up with about two words on the page.

i believe in roller blade supremacy! tried skates once and they’re easier for tricks but blades are still better.

i have two types of tiny cacti in a pot on my windowsill that i’ve managed to keep alive as of yet but we’ll see how that goes pfft - i also have a little garden in a raised bed with sage, dill, basil, lettuce, carrots, cilantro, and soon strawberries!

one very yappy dog and four obnoxious but adorable chickens who have taken over half the backyard.

i love pressing flowers but hate having to wait for them </3

i enjoy going thrifting - literally why go to normal stores when you can get really cool stuff for a few dollars? especially ties. ties are amazing.

i’ve been a girl scout for nine years and currently working on my silver award project which i’m wayyy behind on jkafldsh

i'm a musical addict and hadestown is my favorite!

i will gladly binge certain children’s animated shows. the owl house, she-ra, the dragon prince, glitch techs, amphibia, carmen sandiego, ATLA and LOK, the ones with rep are the best :D

thoughts and morals are strange. i spend way too much time thinking about why people make certain decisions and how the way we live our lives is a really, really weird concept.

i’m biracial (assamese and white) but completely uncultured on the indian side! sucks for me!

also my desk is a catastrophe right noww

proud to be a seayours <33 @seayours-squad

literally no idea what i’m going to post here :)

[jayjaysoulconsumer42]

apparently you can pin a post to the top of ur profile so here we go i guess

i'm jay, i use he/they, i'm genderfluid and pansexual.

homophobes, transphobes, p3dophiles, racists, and proshippers dni. i'd also prefer if ur 13 or under probably don't interact with me, my blog is pretty adulty (even though i'm a teen but yk whatever bro)

i like fnaf, scott the woz, ace attorney, nintendo, gomotion (noodle girl supremacy), encanto, undertale, dsaf, and like 12 million other things but if i list them all im gonna be here all day bro's.

i'm autistic and i'm also australian, so don't be surprised if i start screaming about maccas

this blog is just silly rat boy shitposting and maybe posting art, fanfics and assorted memes.

if u wanna send me asks, if the feature is on go for it! i'll respond to almost anything, even if it's like 'ever gone in an ikea?' or 'how much oregano do you have'

i won't respond to asks that ask for rlly personal things like age, full name, or like? pictures of my toes? idk man

idk what else to put down tbh so i'll leave it here.

also please stop making porn of sprigatito i just want a high quality fanart of silly weed pokemon...

also if i use emojis like this: '☺️😱😱😩😩😟😟😟😮‍💨🥴🤤🤤🤤😏🤤😫✨😮‍💨😮‍💨🤩🤩💕💕😀😀🎉🎉' then that's just me pulling a funny bro

seeya, have a good day. and remember this important advice: Number 15, Burger King foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King Burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce with the statement 'This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King.' Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.

[thecringefailintherye]

Oliver! (1968) Live (re) watch!

i have already seen oliver!, but not in ages, so i decided to watch it again, enjoy

very long post warning

fuckin hell these opening credits are LONG

i love the fact instrumentals of songs in the movie are playing

i have chocolate popcorn, apple lucozade and oliver! on, life is good

yes i know mark lester is oliver ive seen this like 20 times can i watch the film now

OH ABOUT FUCKING TIME

god is love

IS IT WORTH THE WAITING FOR IF WE LIVE TILL 84 ALL WE EVER GET IS GRUELL

i forgot how much of a banger food glorious food is

LOOK AT BABY MARK LESTER 🥺🥺🥺

ads in middle of movie be like

its harry secombe!

AMENNNN

oliver gets bullied the movie

look at this poor kid

MOREE????????

oh yes oliver i love this song

O L I V E R

poor kid

without any bannister yikes

the one who named him........O-L-IV-ERRR

oh were outside now

olivers just been kicked out oh shit

but on the plus side he has a cute ass hat on

BOY FOR SAY AL

look at oliver 🥺 he deserves better

SOWERBERRY MORE LIKE SHITTERBERRY

theres a severe lack of thats your funeral and i shall scream

noah claypole more like noah clayprick

“perhaps... if i had a tall hat?” BABEY

HES GOT HIS TALL HAT ON YES OLIVER

oliver said dab on them haters from your old gaff youre a funeral advisor now and theyre still homeless

DONT INSULT HIS MUM FUCK YOU NOAH

YES OLIVER KILL HIM

yes stuff the nine year old in a coffin and sit on it well done

"OLIVAH ??" "Yes im here: ((("

ITS MEAT!

oliver deserves better man 

im gonna cry and were like 25 minutes in.

ik its not mark singing but whoever it is CAN SING WTF

i want to give him a hug

OH SHIT HES RUNNING AWAY

hes in the lettuce

LONDON YOU MADE IT !

yes oliver trains exist

DODGER!!!

whach you starin at aint ya ever seen a toff

the beak

look at lil jack wild

me more hintimate friends

cockney accent™️

the artful dodga

CONSIDERR YOURSSELF AT HOEME COSNIDER YOURSWLF OEN OF THE FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

im sorry i love this song

look this scene is awesome, but it would be COMPLETE with charley oh wait he was demoted to extra and everything interesting abt him was given to dodger

he should have gotten the nobody tries to be ladeeda or uppity bit I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

this cast is BIG

okay i am a Charger Enthusiast but do we all agree there is something oddly homosexual about oliver and dodger in this song

note how dodger is scared of the police FORESHADOWING

ive taken to this SO STRONGITSCLEARWEREGOINGTOGETALONG

how many extras is this ???? yall better be gettin paid

its dodga comin up

this set is sraight out of the book i love it

CHARLEY MATE IM SORRY THEY MADE YOU AN EXTRA 

“oh not again” does dodger just always show up with random workhouse kids 

ah yes fagin the character whos still a negative jewish stereotype

more and more big cast

THESE SAUSAGES ARE MOULDY! (am i going to freak out whenever charley does anything because i love him? yes)

stfu drink your gin

is this a laundry?? no fam 

THE BEST FUCKING SONG IN THIS MUSICAL

IN THIS LIFE ONE THING COUNTS

sorry if i dont add to this until pick a pocket or two is done bc its a straight banger

this song is EVERYTHING 

hard at work lol ok

did he make those himself??? no

couple a wipes

EMBROIDERED THEM??? no

petition for all oliver twist adaptations to refer to charley as master bates like the book and for him to have actual lines and not have his actor switched at least three times

i dont even now who charley is at this point because his actor is switched many a time im just gonna say purple blazer kid is charley

anyway charley bates supremacy

whos bill sikes??? NO

fuck bill all my homies hate bill

rum tum tum is a banger

go bed now

take your hat off in bed dodger

movie fagin has rights

fagin leaving where will he go

BET IS THAT YOU

FUCK OFF BILL NO ONE LIKES YOU 

NANCY NANCY HES HERE !!!!!! bet deserves everything and more ily 💖

NANCYYYY!!!!!!

its a fine life more like its a banger

wheres all of bets lines gone

bet 🤝 charley (being demoted to extras)

its not funny anyore bet.. bet girl please sing youre the best fucking thing about this song

such a happy song about domestic abuse

THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL BET I FUCKING LOVE YOU

bullsye rights!

i hate how this movie made fagin more symathetic but he’s still a “greedy jew” stereotype

oliver?????

at this moment fagin knew he fucked up

nancy you deserve better than bill

oh hi dodger forgot you existed

and the rest of you except oliver

ah yes charley “sausages” bates i missed you

THESE FUCKING KIDS THEY ALL LOVE BET AND NANCY MY HEART

im a regular gent i am. no dodger you arent

why is “permit me to assist you across the road” so fucking funny

pov dodgers back on his bullshit so you have to pretend to be a horse and cart for him

not “sir artful” 😭😭😭

anyfink for youu

WHAT FISTICUFFS???!!!

i feel sorry for the child extras man theyve prob had to film this scene like ten times

THESE KIDS CAN SING

 the boys dancing with eachother is too fucking wholesome i love this

again, movie fagin rights

weed riissk lifee and limmbb

you promised we could go see the angin!!!!!

ats on boys time were off

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG

HOW COULD WE LET HOW COULD WE FORGET OUR DEAR OLD FAGIN WORRY!!

mate that aint single file did you not hear him

am i the only one who can hear london bridge is falling down in the back??

our pockets hold a watch of gold that chimes upon the hour!!! a wallet fat an old mans hat!!! the jewels from the tower!!!

WE KNOW THE NOSEY POLICEMEENNNN

dodger and charley (i am SURE charley is purple blazer kid even if havent seen this film in ages) are GETTING INTO THIS

oliver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

movie fagin rights pt 27238227

DODGER OLIVER COME ON!!!!!!!!! alright dude chill

ARE YALL SEEING THIS SHIT, I WAS RIGHT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAD IN THE PURPLE BLAZER WHO SINGS “a wallet fat an old mans hat” WAS CHARLEY BATES AND GUESS WHAT HE FUCKING IS. I WAS RIGHT, PURPLE BLAZER KID IS CHARLEY YOU CAN LEAVE NOW

no dont were only an hour in

three kids on the back of the omnibus what will they do

dodger and charley said be gay do crimes

ah shit now look what youve gotten us into dodger

IT WASNT EVEN OLIVER IT WAS CHARLEY AND DODGER GO AFTER THEM

are dodger and charley straight up framing oliver for a crime they commited while also helping him escape

yes they are why are we surprised 

i hate to break it to you dodger but hiding oliver in a meat sack doesnt work

OLIVERS ON THE ROOF????

charley and dodger got oliver into this mess and they are not going to get him out

WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM????? right calm down fagin

how could i help it :((((

no bill!

stan nancy

“two other boys stole it” no shit

BROWNLOW !

run bitch run

right intermission time now

AND WE’RE BACK!

entr acte

who will buyyy

strawberry girl is carrying this

oliver owns my heart pt 278983728938728

this is a banger wtf

okay its done now right

right?????

UHH BILL???? DODGER???? BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU HERE

have bill fagin nancy and the boys been stalking oliver???

NO SHE WONT FAGIN!

shit.

fuck bill

this scene is far more sadder when you think of how the boys have just seen the only woman they see as a mother figure been hit to the flo or, im not crying, you are

as long as he needs me :(

FUCK YOU BILL

rose maylie is that you?!

look at lil oliver!!

BILL FUCK OFF

i hate bill

“look at his togs! he’s got books too!” charley and dodger are my emotional support kids

anyway have i mentioned i hate bill, bc i hate bill.

I REALLY REALLY HATE BILL

even fagin aka the guy whos keeping these kids as pickpockets has more morals than bill

WE STAY CALM!!

no bill i havent heard a dying chicken

act one was just childish antics now we have THIS

fuck bill

YOURE TELLING ME THE BOYS WATCHED THAT????

jack wild is a banging actor. he genuinely looks terrified 🥺 

this film.. 

a mans got a heart hasnt he?? yes you do!!!

a full song dedicated to movie fagin rights?? did i ghostwrite this?? probably

banger

ithinkidbetterthinkitoutagain!

villains theives and nine year olds

MR BUMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!

fuck bill pt72898376728909878199

bill youre traumatising him

cmon nance do something!!

also completely forgot abt this but uh does monks exist in this i forgot bc we have had no mentions of him yet

nancy tell him who bill is!!!

bullseye deserves better

uhm what is going on

bill sikes more like bill yikes

oliver what are you doing

BILL TERRIFIES ME

FUCK

omg oom pah pah????

leave oliver alone bill hes like nine

oh banger

OOM PAH PAH THATS HOW IT GOES!!!!!!!!!

just asking are nancy and bet lesbians bc they look it

COULD IT BE OOM PAH PAHHHHHH

god i love this song

IT SHOOOOOWSSSSSS

its the same oom pah pah

“She was from the country but now shes up a gumtree she let a fella feed her then lead her a long” foreshadowiinnggg

OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH!

nancy is so fucking smart

getting the whole pub singing and dancing to smuggle out oliver? clever

fuck

bill.. no.. bill.. bill????

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKC

BILL GET OFF HER

NANCY NO

HE STRAIGHT UP COMMIT MURDER AGAINST THE NICEST CHARACTER

BROWNLOW DO YOU NOT HEAR NOTHING

nancy deserved a better death than to be killed by bill fuck bill

EVEN BULLSEYE HATES YOU BILL

ARE THEY ACCUSING BULLSEYE OF MURDER

FUCK YOU BILL

movie fagin rights + fuck bill combo?

youre telling me fagin had an ESCAPE ROUTE??? AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE THING??? THE WHOLE TIME???

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD

BILL

fuck, well. #

“WHAT DO I DO!?” “LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME, DODGE ABOUT”

ten quid says dodgers been caught

oh no all fagins shit is gone

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD PT 2

FUCK YOU BILL

GOD I HATE HIM

OLIVER MATE ARE YOU OK

never have i been so happy to see a character die

rest in shit bill

hi dodger thought you got caught n went to australia 

god, this film is so fucking good.

reviewing the situation 2.0 goes hard

MOVIE. FAGIN. RIGHTS!

FAGIN YOU CAN BE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW YOU CAN

DODGER??????????

IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING RN

FAGIN NO DONT TAKE IT

FUCKING PLOTTWIST

IT MADE IT LOOK LIKE FAGIN WAS GONNA GIVE THE WALLET BACK TO DODGER BUT NO

once the villain you’re the villain to the end

i completely forgot abt this scene since i’ve been reading the oliver twist book and in that dodger gets arrested and fagin gets hanged but here they get away?

god this is bittersweet

I THINK WE’D OUGHT TO THINK IT OUT AGAIN!!!!!

thats where the film should have ended, i get olivers the main character but it ending on dodger and fagin walking out into the sunset is such a pleasing ending man

oliver gets his happy ending abt time

YES CONSIDER YOURSELF AND BE BACK SOON (THE BIGGEST BANGERS IN THE FILM) CREDITS SONGS!!

well.. that was a journey and half

[galacticidiots]

I am coming with your lettuce Fran! It may take a while because I'm on another continent but I'm shipping myself right now! Please allow 2-4 weeks for delivery.

I’m waiting by the door like Ben waited for Rey aboard the Supremacy

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 7

a/n: this is like my favorite chapter so far. I feel like I’ve been waiting this whole story to ge tot watch these two interact in this way. I hope it comes across as authentic. I worked really hard on the pacing for this story. You all have been incredibly kind to me lately with feedback for this story and I sincerely hope you keep it coming. It is without a doubt the brightest part of my days recently. Thank you so much for that. K bye. 

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it before you tap it). mentioned of white supremacy, racism, and micro-aggressions. 

*Shawn’s point of view*

Nothing ever simultaneously works out. It never all gets to be perfect. His life had been a memoir with that exact theme and yet somehow he always let himself forget. Y/n leaves and he somehow has a date with her. A date. Not a hookup. Not some elaborate set up to make her cum. A date. With like conversation and personality. He hadn’t been on a date in years. And sure he knew he was really good at sex, but that didn’t mean shit about being able to actually hold a conversation. She was lightyears above him mentally, and he had no idea how he was going to manage to not fuck it up. But he had a date. She said yes. And that within itself was a win. So of course something in his life was going to have to go to shit. Hold that thought.

Brian makes it back sometime between his gym run and a shower. By the time he gets out, the asshole is sitting on his couch fucking up his kill rate on COD.

“Move over, jerkoff! And switch to two player.” He grunted plopping down on the couch beside him.

“Jeez, bro take it down a couple notches. I am nursing a hangover from the depths of hell over here.”

“Not my fault you can’t ever handle your liquor.”

“Well Melanie seemed to think I handled it just fine.”

“Melanie sounds like she’s still never had an orgasm before.”

Brian punched him in the bicep which only resulted in him returning the favor. Idiot.

“Not all of us sneak our hookups in in the middle of the night.”

He rolled his eyes fingers smashing on the controller.

“I didn’t sneak anyone. It’s my fucking apartment you idiot.”

“Yea, sure, whatever. Did you at least hook up with someone new?”

His fingers stumbled on the joystick, sending his player headfirst into a grenade. Lovely.

“No. No I didn’t.”

Brian looked over at him. “You fucked the same girl again?”

“I don’t think we should be equating Melanie and y/n here. y/n is a woman. A grown ass woman. Trust me, she never lets me forget.” He snorted.

“What is up with you and this chick? You never fuck the same person twice.”

He supposed now was as good a time as any. He actually was going to need shit for brains’ advice.

“I like her okay! I like her. And we hooked up last night but it was...it was different. I didn’t tell her what to do. I didn’t pull out any bells or whistles. I just...We just had sex. And she kissed me like she liked me too. So I asked her on a date.”

“A DATE?! I haven’t seen you go on a date since you were like a child!!”

“No shit, jackass. I’m going to need every fucking ounce of help I can get. And that includes your ass, unfortunately.”

“Stop pretending you don’t love me bitch. Now tell me how you plan to get a thirty year old woman who isn’t on drugs to actually enjoy spending time with your sorry ass.”

What are best friends for?

***

*y/n’s point of view*

y/n: I HAVE A DATE.

y/n: I NEED YOU HERE ASAP

Tiana: Oh shit. K. omw.

The last time you went on a date was in 2016, what some might call the beginning of Armageddon. After a slew of horrid dates, you had been completely and totally ready to throw in the towel. But then this cute guy came out of nowhere. He was nice, sweet, not very funny but in a way that made you laugh. He was also persistent enough to not take no for an answer, without it making you uncomfortable. No immediate red flags. So you went on the damn date. And all was well. It wasn’t an earth shattering date, but you weren’t not enjoying his company. And then it happened.

I just really think Trump will genuinely make America great again ya know?

You nearly choked on a piece of lettuce.

“Really bruh? In front of my salad?”

“No just hear me out though. Is he unorthodox, sure. But Hillary? Hillary and those emails. It just wouldn’t have worked.”

“I absolutely understand what you mean.”

“You do?” He smiled.

“Yep. CHECK PLEASE!”

“Bitch we do not have time for you to disassociate I am trying to make a wing here!” Tiana huffed.

You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone working to still your features so that Tianna could continue with your makeup.

y/n: Are you a republican?

Shawn: Well thank you for asking, I’ve had a lovely day. How was yours?

y/n: I’m serious.

Shawn: I’m Canadian.

“Shit. I’m so stupid.” You whined.

Tiana tugged at your chin. “Not stupid. But NOT still.”

“Sorry, ti.”

y/n: Would you have voted for Trump if you could have?

Shawn: No. No I wouldn’t have. What kind of a person do you think I am?

y/n: Idk. idk. I just needed to be sure. It never came up when you were tying my arms behind my back.

Shawn: You didn’t mention political discourse as one of your kinks. Is there something I should know before tonight?

y/n: No. It’s fine. I swear. Just haven’t been on a date in a really long time. And my last one didn’t go so well.

Shawn: It’s been a long time for me too. But I’d really like to have a go at it, if that’s okay with you?

y/n: yea, I’d like that. Should I meet you at your place still?

Shawn: Actually I’m gonna pick you up. I’ll be at your place at 7?

y/n: Oh. Okay.

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm what? What’d he say?” Tiana asked.

“I’m not meeting at his place anymore. He’s picking me up.”

“Well where is he taking you?”

“If I knew that, Ti would I be sitting here in a ball of anxiety?!”

Tianna dropped her eyeliner brush and reach instead for the body lava. All hail Rihana.

“I sure hope he dicks you unconscious for a few hours. You have got to relax, sis.” She giggled. “It’s going to be alright, okay? He likes you. You like him. Let that be enough for right now.”

“Okay. Okay. Just...make my titties sparkle? Please?”

“Lord, chile. You don’t pay me enough.” She snorted.

Friendship!

***

Shawn: I’m here. Do you want me to come up?

y/n: No need! Here I come.

Outside your apartment building is one of those SUV hummer situations that you only ever rode in when you were visiting one of your artists on tour. Shawn is standing outside the door of the vehicle, and you can’t help but pause right there in the middle of the sidewalk. He traded the black jeans for a black slack that hones in on the fact that he’s most definitely not wearing a chelsea boot for the first time ever. They’re dress shoes. Like proper, wing tips. And he’s wearing a short sleeve button up with yellow, black, and white stripes. There are enough buttons undone to see the way that his rosary necklace melted into the firmness of his chest nestled amongst the most sinful amount of chest hair. God, where the hell had they made this one at? And how the hell did he wind up at my front door?

“Hi.” He smiled, legs crossed and chest broad. “You look really beautiful.”

You peered down at the jumpsuit you’d picked out with Tiana’s help. It was a really pretty shimmery gold color and the entire back was cut out too. In hindsight, it didn’t seem nearly as impressive as to what he was wearing now.

“Thank you. You look pretty beautiful yourself. Really showed me up tonight.”

He laughed. “Yea, sure. Come on, it’s cold out. Let’s get going.”

In the car, there’s a bottle of champagne and one of the playlists that you recognized from Shawn’s apartment is playing softly in the background. He pours each of you a glass, your legs somehow knotting simply together on the floor of the car. It’s weird in that it’s not like a first date  in the traditional sense. You put his balls in your mouth for one. He licked orgasms out of you like ice cream. But the nerves are still there. You find that you care about what he thinks of you, of how he feels about you. That’s new. And scary.

“So uh...where are we going?” You asked between sips of champagne.

He bites his lip and looks nervously over at you. It’s a new look for him. But one that you find solace in.

“Would you be angry at me if I said it was a surprise?”

You raised an eyebrow. “No. But I would be curious as to what that surprise is.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.”

“I think I heard that line one time. I think Hannibal Lector said it.”

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back and you wished it didn’t make you giggle, but it does.

“Funny.” He smirked hiding behind his glass. “I just wanna impress you a little bit. Is that okay?”

“You wanna impress lil ole me huh?” You smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“Just a little.”

He licked his bottom lip and his hand inched its way up your knee. He was warm. Way too warm to not have your body react a little. Rude.

“Whatever happened to your friend from the other morning? Am I taking you away from him?”

“Oh Brian?” He snickered. “He’s just happy he’s got my place to himself. He couldn’t believe I was going on a date at all.”

“Tiana either.” You snorted.

“Yea? She try and convince you not to go out with me?”

“She is...surprisingly Pro-you for some reason. Must have something to do with me not having enough time to be a bitch as work with our arrangement and everything.”

“Hmmm. Well it’s nice to know I’ve got one person on my team. Maybe by the end of the night I can win you over too.”

“Maybe.” You smiled.

The car eventually rolls to a stop, and you’re not even aware of how long you’ve been talking. All the nerves that you couldn’t actually be together without the sex part sort of faded away. He could make you laugh. He could hold your attention. And you could offer him the same. Just when you were starting to think that it was all going to be fine? Shawn came to open your door.

Your heels touched gently to the ground and you let him pull you from the car. Behind him was not a restaurant. Not a bar. Not even a fucking hotel. Nope. Instead you were stood right in front of Mendes Industries’ private jet and a fucking flight attendant with a bag in her hands that looks surprisngly like your Louis Vitton. Fucking Tiana.

“What the hell. Shawn, what the hell?!” You gasped. “What is this?”

“You were concerned about people seeing us right? Well no one’s gonna see us. No one but the locals.”

“The locals?! I can’t--I can’t just fly away with you Shawn. I have responsibilities. I have a--a job.”

He reached for your hands, which tended to do a lot of movement when you were flustered, and stilled them by placing them on his shoulders.

“Listen to me,” He murmured silencing you. “It’s already set. Tiana canceled all of your meetings for three days. It’s just three days. Look I...I really like you, okay? More so than I know what to do with right now. And I think that you like me too. Do you like me?”

“Y--Yea! Yea, of course I do. That’s not really the point is it?”

“It is. Just get on the plane. Please? I just wanna take you out. Let me take you out.”

You peered up at him, all soft brown eyes and chiseled everything else. He had really come along out of nowhere. It was incredibly disorientating, and intoxicating. You lived your life by a planner, a set time for every hour by the hour. And here he was asking you to throw that all away, to let yourself be something else for a chance. And it wasn’t all that different from what he asked of you in the bedroom. Just let go. Release.

You sighed. “You know when most guys ask to take a girl out? They don’t mean out of the state.”

“I’m not like other guys.” He shrugged.

“No shit. Where are you taking me, white boy?” You groaned letting him steer you towards the plane.

“Try to contain your excitement.” He snorted. “Remember that time we had sex in the back of a storage room during Khalid’s video shoot?”

You smiled awkwardly at the flight attendant and knocked your arm into his shoulder.

“Oh please. We’ve had this jet since I was fifteen. I’m almost positive my dad has done some incredibly sketchy shit on here. Martha knows all. Thank you Martha!”

He leads you to a seat. There’s more champagne. You don’t know how you got here. This man was wild.

“Get to the point, maybe?”

“Right. We hooked up in the storage closet, and you told me that story about how you missed your high school trip to Rome because your mom was having heart problems and couldn’t afford it with the medical bills? You had a Lizzie Mcguire fantasy and everything.”

“I was drunk that night. Khalid had just gotten his first number one.”

“So you don’t want me to take you to Rome?” He asked.

“ROME?!”

“Rome.”

“....Who are you?!”

He chuckled. “I’m just a guy standing here asking a girl to let me take her on a little trip.”

“Oh my god. He quotes romcoms. This is too much.”

“Just relax sweetheart. We’re about to do liftoff.”

Jesus Christ.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s a little worried that he may have broken her. Maybe it was too much too fast. He should’ve just taken her to fucking dinner like a normal person. The problem was he wasn’t normal. And she sure as hell wasn’t normal either. She was so different from anyone he’d ever been with before. He wanted to spend time with her. And the last thing in the world he wanted was her to think about his dad while she was with him. He could tell that it bothered her more than she was willing to admit, and he just needed them to be on equal footing. What said equal footing like going to a country where neither of them spoke the language. Tiana had given him the green light when she agreed to change y/n’s schedule around and even pack her a bag. It seemed like maybe it might go well.

She calms down after her first glass of champagne, and sits more comfortably into the seat next to him, her legs folded so that her knees poked gently at his thigh. She was closer, close enough for him to smell her perfume and he kind of loved it.

“So are first dates the one’s where we spill all of our dirty laundry, or is that the second one?” She asked.

He chuckled and laid his hand on her thigh. She smiles at him, so he doesn’t pull away.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Do your worst, woman.”

She situates herself a little more gently into the chair, chin propped up on her palm. He gets lost in the glitter on her collarbones and neck.

“Why haven’t you been on a date in a long time?” She asked.

Heavy first question. But he told her to do her worst.

“Well I uh...the last date I went on was with my girlfriend of about two years. And on said date she told me that she had been sleeping with a producer at Atlantic records for six months, and that he was going to share her demo. So, she didn’t need me anymore.” He shrugged around a sip of champagne.

“Two years? Two fucking years before she pulled that shit? That’s fucked.” She said. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea. It was really heavy at the time. Blamed my dad for a lot of it, even if it probably wasn’t his fault this time. But ever since then I just thought it might be easier to stick to the meaningless sex route.”

She nodded. “I fuck that up for you a little bit?”

“You have no idea.” He grinned rubbing his thumb along her chin. “I should’ve known the second I caught you checking me out at that party.”

“Excuse me? For the last time I was not ‘checking you out’. I was simply observing that snooze fest your father put on.”

“I was checking you out.” He admitted honestly. “I asked my dad to introduce us. I just knew I had to have you. And then I spoke to you and I found out you were trouble, and you weren’t going to take any of my shit. I should’ve known then.”

It’s a lot softer than anything he’s ever admitted before, and every time that he remembers that this is more, that they’re trying to become more, it makes his heart stutter in his chest. But she leans her head against his seat and she smiles at him like it means something to her to be open, to be vulnerable. And that alone is enough to get him to lean in.

“So maybe....maybe I was looking in your direction.” She says softly. “I’d heard of you. I’d just never actually seen you in person before. And maybe I was curious.”

“Curious?!” He laughed. “Okay. Curious. We can call it that; I’ll take it. Your turn. Worst date. Spill.”

She groaned softly and slid a little deeper into her seat, head fitting perfectly against his shoulder.

“I accidentally went to dinner with a Trump supporter.”

“Accidently?” He snorted.

“Don’t laugh asshole! It was thoroughly traumatic for me. I just thought that logically a white supremacist would not be interested in asking me, a black woman, on a date. I forgot that logic is not in their wheelhouse. It was awful.”

“Now your texts make a lot more sense.” He chuckled reaching his arm to pat her cheek. “That enough to take you out the game, aye?”

“I don’t know man...the world is fucking scary right now.” She sighed. “Sometimes it feels like there’s no one we can trust, like there’s no one who doesn’t have it out for us. It’s not just political agendas. It’s my safety. It really is that deep. It has to be.”

It’s this moment where she’s offering more of herself than she had in the entire time that he’d known her. Y/n was beautiful and sexy and intelligent, but there was also always this aura of mystery around her. Like she wasn’t quite ready to share herself, didn’t know if she could. And he wanted to find his way on the other side of that. He wanted to know her better than she knew herself. And he wants to cherish any moment where she’s willing to let him try that.

“I understand.” He paused and closed his eyes feeling maybe a little flustered and out of his element. “I mean I don’t. I know that I don’t, that I couldn’t but..I hear what you’re saying. And I believe you. I would like to know more at some point. If you’re willing to share it with me.”

Her eyes flicker over to his and they’re wide and brilliant and he wants to kiss her so bad.

“You do?” She checked.

He nodded and chanced reaching to pull her face a little closer, palm resting against her cheek.

“I do.”

She kisses him and it feels like the sun. It feels like everything.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Rome  is kind of perfect. It’s not so hot that you’ve got to cover yourself in deodorant, but the sun is still pretty and bold in the sky. The hotel he takes you to has an entire terrace open for your access with those flowy ass curtains you only saw in cheesy 80’s pop music videos. There are couches that might as well be beds there so soft and plush. You touch down in the middle of the night and there’s not much to do but keep talking to each other, keep touching each other. You take your shoes off and sit out on the couches wrapped in blankets with another bottle of champagne. If the redness in his cheeks is anything to go off of, he’s just as tipsy as you, and it means that it’s not weird when you lean into him. No one’s gonna say anything for letting him hold you.

“It’s four am right now.” You giggled hiding your face in his neck. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yea. I really do. I always wanted to come here. I can’t believe this is our first date.”

“I wanted it to be special for you. You deserve that.”

“Since when?” You asked so thoroughly confused by everything that he was. “I mean, yes. I definitely deserve this but...when you did you realize that you want it to be more than what we were? I thought you just wanted to fool around?”

“I did.” He whined stubbornly tracing your nose with his thumb. “I really did. But...you are very good at sex.” You laughed and he smiled. “I’m serious! One of the best partners I’ve ever had. And sometimes when our bodies were moving I just got lost in you. Like you were a fucking beautiful ass star capturing me with your light. And then you stopped arguing with me so much and just letting me be like...a friend to you?  And then Miami happened and I just--I wanted to be with you. And I realized that I wanted to be with you as a person, even when we weren’t having sex. I was scared. Until I realized that you liked me too. Then I got my confidence back.”

“Oh lord not your confidence.” You rolled your eyes.

“You have got to stop acting like you are not all up on this okay? I see the way you stare at me, honey. It’s okay. Let yourself give in to Mendes Magic!”

“I am officially not attracted to you anymore.” You snorted going to pull away.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tackled you down to the couch. Your laughter poured out into the night as his fingers dug into your belly. You laugh until your stomach aches. Until there’s tears in your eyes. Until he kisses you and you feel it in your toes. Until the only thing you can think about, feel, smell, is him. And you melt like that against the couch.

***

Rome is beautiful. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been. The sun rises in the sky and you’re up immediately tugging Shawn out of bed. There’s breakfast at this little place near the hotel that looks out over buildings that were unlike anything you’d ever thing. Everything was historic and rustic and so endlessly different from everything you’d seen before. It was really like something straight out of a movie with cobblestone walkways and buildings that were works of art themselves. It’s wild. It would be wild on any day of the week. That was before you looked over your glass of wine to this guy smiling at you like the beauty of the city around him meant nothing in comparison to looking at you.

You liked him. Shit you liked him a lot. And every time he looked you in the eye and hung on every word you said? It just blew you even further away. And you kept trying to remind yourself how unrealistic it all was. You were thirty afterall. The two of you were in different times in your life. He was still holding on to every word his dad said. You had plans for your life, for your career. It was hard to figure out whether or not he could fit into those plans. And maybe that wasn’t first date type of thinking, but hello! He took your ass to Rome. None of it was normal. So you walked a little faster, tried to hold harder to the moments that you had to share. Cause why not?

“Hey can we slow down for a sec?” He asked as you pulled him towards your third museum of the day.

You frowned. “I wanna see the ruins.”

“We can. I promise. Just let’s sit down for a second, yea?”

You’d been walking all morning, stopping at every nook and cranny that you came across. It was a three day trip anyway. You had no idea when you’d ever be back, if you ever would be back. But there’s something special about the company too. You remind yourself that he’s the reason you’re there. The vacation, though amazing, was really just an opportunity to be with him.

“Yea, of course.”

He tugged you to a little corner of these big huge steps that were filled with people just sitting down, chatting, eating their lunches. The second you’re no longer standing on your feet is a little bit like heaven.

“Okay make you were right.” You sighed wiggling your toes. “I’m tired.”

“Well that’s good. I was starting to think you were a robot.” He chuckled. “I’m glad I packed tennis shoes.”

You peered down at his feet and quickly laced your legs with his where the white tennis shoes stuck out in contrast to his black jeans.

“They look so funny on you. I like them. You’re cute.”

He smiled over at you. “I’m cute, aye?”

“You heard me.”

“Yea, well maybe I wanna hear you say it again.” He murmured taking your cheek into his hand.

“You’re cute.” You whispered before pressing your lips together.

You had yet to get over this new style of kissing. The way he rubbed so softly at your cheek you got goosebumps. The way his tongue could make you feel like time was slowing down. Almost like there was nothing left here. Nothing but the two of you and the way you could make each other feel. It was maybe the best feeling in the world.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured when the kiss had ended, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t believe you’re here with me right now.”

“I can’t believe you whisked me away to a different country for our first date.” She hummed. “What are you hiding? Do you have a third nipple or something? A serial killer perhaps?”

“Why are you so insistent on me killing people?” He laughed. “And you’ve seen all of my body at this point. If there was a third nipple don’t you think you would’ve seen it?”

“Well you’ve got me there. But statistically speaking at least fifty percent of all murders probably fit your description, honey. I’m just being realistic. I’ve seen what you can do with rope.”

He rolled his eyes and he found that it made you smile. And so he tended to do it more and more often.  That’s kinda how you knew you were fucked.

“What do you say we go see these ruins of yours, find some pasta, and fuck until we fall asleep?”

“As long as it’s in that order!” You gasped tugging him back to his feet to continue your wild adventure of the day.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s got a new kink. And it’s definitely her calling him baby when he’s inside her. It is without a doubt the sexiest thing she could do for him. Which makes so little sense. How fucking soft had she turned him in a few short months? This is where he was now, almost blowing his load because a woman called him baby. It’s not just a woman though. It’s her. Holy fuck it’s her, and the sound of her voice is like directly tied to his dick or something. Shit.

The couches on the terrace are perfect for sex in broad daylight. It’s completely secluded to just them, but anyone at the other hotels around would easily be able to hear them if they opened a window. It’s just another thing that seems to get them both hot and bothered. Her body is a dream. And he doesn’t need to tie her up to get lost in her. (Even if he really, really liked tying her up). All he needs is the feel of her body against his and his hands to direct her where he wants her to go, where he needs her to go for both of them to explode.

“Fuck.Honey you’re dripping. You’re dripping all over my dick.” He groaned tugging her thighs more ruggedly against his own.

“Baby I--I wanna cum.” She gasped, voice breathy and chaotic as her hips bucked like a fucking dream. “I wanna cum on it. Please?”

“It’s yours. Cum on it. Make yourself cum.”

He reached  around her waist to grind his fingers deep into her clit. Her ass began to bounce against him, quick and sharp and rugged. He’s barely holding on by a thread. And then she starts to squeeze down on him, her hips working to bring herself to her own climax, and he’s already done for.

“Fuck! I’m cumming.”

His fingers work harder on her clit, dropping down to his knees to drive desperately into her with everything he’s got left inside of him. It thrusts her over the back of the couch and he plasters himself against her back grinding tightly with everything that he’s got..  When she cums it’s just another accomplishment, another moment of making her feel good. It’s all he’s ever really wanted since they met.

“Holy fucking shit.” She gasped collapsing against his chest. “So good.”

“Yea? Still think I can’t dom you and date you at the same time?”

“Shhhh. No one has time for you sir, I can’t feel my legs.”

He nuzzled his way into her neck placing kisses against the skin. His arms were still wrapped around her and her fingers were playing in his hair. It was different than their usual hook ups, for sure. But, he liked it. He liked feeling close to her. He liked touching her and feeling her heart beat beneath his finger tips. Did she know how amazing she was?

“You want me to go get a towel?” He asked softly, pecking at her ear.

She hummed. “Not yet. Don’t leave yet.”

God he was ruined. Just like that.

“Yea okay.”

***

She hops in the shower and he has every intention of following her, of maybe pressing her into the shower door and fucking her until the glass breaks. But then his phone starts ringing and she giggles and runs off leaving his dick to twitch against his thigh. He was stupid on her. Aboslutely idiotic. And whoever was getting in the way of his idiocy was about to get an ear full.

“There better be someone dying!” He huffed eyes still very much on the shower where perhaps the most beautiful woman alive was waiting for him.

“That can be arranged. Can you explain to me why I had to find out from Tiffany that your half whit ass is in Rome right now instead of New York?” His dad roared.

Remember that whole things falling apart narrative? Surprise.

“Shit. Dad look I..I just needed to get away for awhile okay?”

“On the comapny fucking jet nonetheless?!”

“That jet has been open to family members as long as I’ve been alive. Since when is it even a problem?”

“Since you’ve been on that jet more than you’ve been in my office. I am tired of trying to explain this to you Shawn. The rules are very simple. You work for me, you do a good job, you get your inheritance. If you don't, you know what happens Shawn. Is that what you want, to make me have to do that to you?”

“Look Dad I,” He let his voice drop softer, shyer. “It’s not what it looks like. This isn’t just me fucking off okay? I--I like someone. Like really like them. And I just wanted to impress her. She’s different. And I wanted her to like me. This isn’t one of my hookups, I swear.”

He hadn’t liked someone in so long, hadn’t even come close to what he was feeling for y/n. Even though his dad was a dick and they had fought since the time he was eleven, there was still a part of him that yearned for his approval. It was hard not to get caught up in what the world knew his dad to be. It was hard not to feel like if he could just make him proud, just make him happy, then everything would be okay. He hadn’t been that naive in a long time, but it still pulled at him every now and again.

Manny sighed. “Great, son. That doesn’t help the fact that you went behind my back and are continuously neglecting your duties.”

“I--I’m not though. Niall is sitting at sixteen songs as we speak. You only wanted twelve remember? I convinced the producers to look into doing a deluxe edition. That’s gonna make the label happy, Niall happy, and it’s more money for you right? I’m back in LA in a week to work on the roll out for Sarah Leone to the press. I’m kind of working my ass off here. I’m doing everything you wanted.”

“Look whatever just get your ass back to New York, okay?” He muttered.

“I’ll be back in two days.”

“Shawn.”

“Two days. I’ll be back in two days, and I’ll keep living in this hell of a life you’ve set up for me , alright? See you then.”

He tossed his phone back onto the bed in frustration. The noose tightened a little in his absence, sick and tired of always fighting and always losing. It seemed like no matter what happiness he carved out for himself, he was always going to have to return home. Maybe he was kidding himself. Maybe there was no winning in this life.

He stands there for like forty-five seconds feeling sorry for himself, and just fully like a piece of shit. And then he hears her. It’s soft and gentle and sweet. He moves a little closer to the bathroom, the door still open and her naked body visible through the foggy glass door. She’s singing.

“I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away.” She cooed softly. “I don’t know where my soul is, I don’t know where my home is.”

Her voice was soulful and low, her fingers cupping her breasts and rolling down over her hips as she sang. It really kind of hit him in his heart. He leaned against the edge of the doorway, head lolling back for support at this gorgeous sound coming out of this gorgeous woman. The music lover in him just wanted to sit on the floor and listen to her all day, it was so pretty. Maybe map out some harmonies for the two of them. And the fact that he could see the smile on her lips as she sang only made his heart feel two times too big for his sturnemum. He wasn’t ready for the way that she could make him feel. He thought he’d known that, thought he was preparing himself. Not so much. He wasn’t sure one could prepare themselves for a woman like y/n. Maybe that was his lesson to learn.

She catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye and her lips glue firmly shut. He practically pouts when she stops singing. His arms crossed against his chest tighten in dissatisfaction.

“What are you doing?” She whined leaning her head out of the shower.

He shrugged. “Was just listenin’. You didn’t tell me you sang.”

“You didn’t ask. And I don’t. I was just...humming.”

“Humming?” He laughed softly. “Okay. Well you hum beautifully.”

“Well thank you, I suppose. Was your phone call okay?”

“No. Not quite but, I’m good now. Can I wash your back for you maybe?”

“Yea. Boy, you ain’t gotta ask to wash my back. Come on!”

He steps back into the steam of the shower and it’s like nothing exists but the two of them. And he just really wants to keep it that way for a little while longer. If only for a little while longer.

***

They’re lying on a hotel bed that’s so soft it feels like they’re sinking. After another glorious round of sex he found himself tangled in the sheets beside her. Their heads at the foot of the bed because that’s the position where he’d made her cum last, and their feet intertwined at the headboard. She’s not looking at him, but instead up at the ceiling. This doesn’t seem to stop him from peering over at her. She’s kind of too beautiful to not look at.

“Can I ask you something?” He hedged carefully.

She peered over at him, eyes warm and sated.

“Yes.”

“I don’t...I really don’t know how to ask, or what to ask. And maybe--maybe I’m gonna come across like some dick, but I don’t wanna do that with you. I want to learn ya know? I want to understand.”

“Shawn?” She pressed getting his attention. “Calm down. Just ask.”

He nodded softly and took a deep breath. His fingers twitched anxiously against his stomach.

“That stuff you said earlier on the plane...you know about--about the trump supporter, and how that made you feel? And then sometimes...sometimes it sounds like you don’t really like white people, which like makes sense right? We’re the worst. But I just...I wanna understand more about...about what that means for you? Fuck. I’m sorry. That sounded dumb just saying it.”

He closes his eyes ready for her to slap him and take his jet all the way back to New York. He thinks maybe he’d deserve it. It wasn’t even that he’d never been with a Black woman before. Black Women were beautiful and ethereal and wonderful. But, even his tiny white man brain could understand that the state of the world was simply a little different nowadays. His mediocre understanding of racism and privilege simply wasn’t enough. And he knew that if he wanted to be with this woman, if he wanted to feel like he deserved to be near her and absorb her intellect, than he should probably do his absolute best to understand the world in which she walked. Because it certainly looked different from his own.

He feels her hand on his chest and his eyes flutter open. She curled her fingers around his own and sent him another gentle smile that made his toes curl at the other end of the bed.

“It’s not dumb.” She assured him. “You’re asking. You might not have the language, but you’re asking. And that means a lot to me, okay? A lot.”

He nodded his head dumbly, eagerly hanging on every word that she said. She lied back once again, her head nestling a little closer to his. She doesn’t let go of his fingers.

“So, I do hate white people sometimes.” She mumbled. “Sometimes in the discourse Black folks will often try to explain that it’s not all white people, it’s just some. And most days I can get there. I can recognize that. But like… that’s not really how it works you know? Even white people who wouldn’t lynch my black ass grew up in a culture that would. Even white folks who might not feel the need to say the n-word grow up in a culture that situates their body, their worth, their value over mine. And even if that’s not your fault, and I can recognize that it isn’t you know? That’s how privilege works, it’s subliminal. But even if it’s not your fault, it doesn’t mean that you don’t benefit. And it definitely doesn’t mean that you haven’t absorbed messages about my inferiority.”

He watches her face the entire time, more specifically the emotions that seem to rush through every pore and every muscle. There’s a bit of agony on her features. A bit of frustration. But as she warms up there’s a freedom to it too. He knows that she’s not editing her words. She’s not doing anything for his benefit. He asked and so she would tell him, in whatever way was meaningful for her.

“White people just...sometimes it really seems like y’all don’t give a shit. I’ve had the cops called on me at the very building that I work at. On the top floor, with some of the most powerful people in show bizz twenty-seven times since I started. To the point where Mike in security has to keep an updated description of me every time I change my hair just in case. I have walked onto sets to manage my artists and been told that the back up dancers are in the trailer around back. Every step I take, every goddamn day, there is always at least one white person there to tell me that I don’t deserve it. That I don’t belong. And the intersections of my blackness with my womanhood mean that I am consistently and constantly facing an uphill battle of two indentities that the world just doesn’t give a fuck about.”

He couldn’t look away from her. Never had he ever seen her be so vulnerable for him. Y/n was always just an inch or two behind a wall, always peeking out to give him glimpses but never really showing herself in her entirety. He watched the way that her chest rose and fell more rapidly, watched the way her fingers tightened around his own, and her eyebrows wrinkled on her forehead. It was anxiety. She was anxious and angry and sad. The way that her lips pointed down and her eyes blinked faster than normal told him as such. It kind of broke his heart.

And it’s all so new for him that the only thing he can do is follow his instincts and hope that either he doesn’t fuck it up, or that maybe she’ll forgive him if he does. So, he rested his head firmer against her and held her hands just as tight like maybe it might root her a little better in this room with him, like maybe she might feel safe with him.

“And the people...the people that do these things to you. That do these racist acts all the time they--they look like me don’t they?”

Her eyes that were trained on the ceiling fell down to meet his again. They’re still sad, but a little softer now.

She nodded slowly a bit of a grin forming on her lips.

“I’ma be honest ain’t nobody walking around looking quite like you but...yes they--they kind of look like you.”

He nodded slowly and tilted his head back to peer up at the ceiling now. There’s an anxiety to it for him too. In asking the questions that he didn’t have answers to, to be vulnerable enough in his ignorance. There’s a desire to get it right because she’s important to him, and then a dread when he realizes the time it will take to get there, and the pain that might cause her along the way.

“Shit y/n...why the hell would you even wanna go out with me? Even I hate me right now.” He sighed.

“That’s just the white guilt talking baby,” She snorted before sobering up quickly. “Look it’s complicated right? Like given my problems with white people and white men in particular, I’m firm enough in my blackness and my identity to recognize everything that I just explained to you, while also recognizing that things are never black and white. No pun intended. I can still love your humanity and your individuality as long as you’re willing to do the same for me. I can recognize that not all white people are the same, that you all think alike. I just need the space to have conversations like this. I need someone who cares enough to learn. Anything else isn't worthy of my time. Either you’re down with me always, even when it isn’t convenient, or you’re not. So, which is it?”

Her eyes are wide and clear. It’s that firmness in the set of her jaw that gets him. She’s dead serious. Either he buys into her, and all of her, or he doesn’t deserve any of her. He can see that. He can understand it. It’s not that he wants her bad enough to “deal” with the rest of it. It’s that he wants her bad enough to understand all of her. He wants to know. Needs to.

“I’m down.” He assured her reaching for her cheek in his palm. “For all of it.”

“You’re sure?” She mumbled with desperate eyes. “Cause if you’re not we can go back New York and just be fuck buddies again. You can still find you some white girl without hundreds of years of internalized genocide and systemic oppression on her shoulders.”

He shook his head and kissed her until the tension melted from her body. Because he needed it to. He needed her belief in him, her trust.

“I’m so damn sure it’s insane. Just want you.” He whispered.

She reached for his lips pulling him back to kiss her again.

“Promise.” She demanded as if it was even an option.

“I promise.”

***

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