#my first big piece in a long time!!! yippee yay!!

[liilaac]

i don't know why but 136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” and 137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”  are incredibly funny for me so jfjfufj

Omg Nana yes !! 😂 And this felt too much like reddie lmao so I just HAD TO write it for them.

(And tbh I’m pretty proud of what I wrote so I hope you’ll like it too. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

Ship : adult reddie (It 2019)

Notes : this takes place during the final fight with Pennywise. A little ✨fix-it fic✨ because we all know this is how it should’ve ended !

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Richie tasted bile at the back of his throat. All that running, and yelling, and being so fucking afraid wasn’t easy. Maybe if he’d had a healthier lifestyle, he wouldn’t feel so miserable right then... But yeah, it was a little too late for regrets. So he kept running, dodging Pennywise’s vicious attacks as best he could.

When he noticed that Eddie had fallen down, vulnerable to It’s atrocious claws, he barely hesitated before running straight to him. He grabbed a piece of scrap metal on his way, waving it vehemently while screaming all the atrocities he could think of. He reached Eddie at the same time as one of the tentacles and, with some kind of frenzy taking over him, he brought his makeshift weapon down on It and slashed the devilish arm in two. The clown screamed behind him, retracted what was left of one of his limbs. Richie grabbed Eddie by the collar, almost dragged him to one of the tiny caves that surrounded the place of the fight.

When he finally let go of Eddie’s vest, Richie realized how fast he had acted. He wasn’t feeling as scared anymore, he felt fucking ecstatic. Adrenaline ran through his body and, for a second, he thought it was better than alcohol or weed or any of the other drugs he had tested in his teenage years.

“Richie... Fucking hell, man,” Eddie panted, slowly standing back up, his legs still wobbly under him, “You just saved my fucking life.”

“Yeah, I- I fucking did, Eds. I feel like a fucking knight in shinning armor right now.”

“Oh and what does that make me then ? The damsel in distress ?” Eddie laughed when Richie nodded cheerfully. It seemed crazy to have such a nonchalant conversation when they had just escaped death... But it was them, and it had always been this way. And Richie wanted to keep being Eddie’s knight, dreamt of getting that famous happy ending...

But now wasn’t the time to daydream, Richie thought. They needed to get out of there. Richie made sure Eddie could stand firmly and they headed deeper into the cave. After a few more near death experiences, they found themselves back into the main cavern. The monster was even bigger than it had been when Richie cut one of his tentacles in two... Anger was boiling in Richie’s stomach, he felt it flow through his veins. When he saw Mike about to get eaten by the It, he did the first thing that came to his mind and threw a rock at the clown’s head. It was a fucking stupid idea, but it was the only one he had. Thankfully, it was enough for It to drop the loser he was holding. That gave Richie a little confidence boost and, when It turned around to face him, he decided not to run away. He grabbed a rock off the ground and, with all the strength he could find, yelled, “Yeah that’s right, let’s dance. Yippee kay yay, motherfuck-“

Eddie watched his best friend’s body drop dead, his limbs hanging loosely while he was stuck in the deadlights. He was terrified. But, in his fear, he heard a little voice. You’re braver than you think. You’re braver than you think. You’re braver than you think. You’re braver than you think. The voice was Richie’s. And, repeating this mantra to himself a few more times, Eddie decided he had to be brave. He grabbed a loose pole he found on the ground and launched himself at the monster.

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage,” he yelled while throwing the rod right into It’s horrendous mouth. Richie fell down and the clown cried with pain, curling up in his lair.

Eddie threw himself on Richie’s unconscious body, grabbed his shirt and shook him awake. “Did you see that, Rich ? Did you see it ? I think I killed It, I think I did it !”

Richie blinked a few times before realizing how close Eddie’s face was to his, how their body were pressed against one another... Then he looked up, saw Eddie’s triumphant smile. He felt his heartbeat pick up ; he knew it was now or never... Without thinking about it for another minute, Richie grabbed Eddie’s face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. At the same time, another one of the clown’s tentacles passed right over their heads, missing them both.

Before Richie could even register Eddie’s reaction to the kiss, they fled to another one of the small caves. They escaped in extremis. Richie was panting again ; damn that clown for making him work out that much ! When he finally looked at Eddie, time seemed to slow down around them.

“What was that?” Eddie asked so softly it was almost a whisper. He looked breathless too and Richie couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of their kiss or all the running...

“Another one of his ugly arms, I think. The fucker’s not dead yet.”

“No, I- I mean... That kiss.”

“Oh.” Richie took a deep breath. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point, it’s really go big or go home,” he tried to joke. When Eddie stayed silent, he added, “I just couldn’t help it, man. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I- I realized tonight might be my last chance to be honest with you. I just couldn’t die without you knowing that you are loved. Not only by me, obviously, but- but yeah. I love you, Eds.”

Eddie was looking away and Richie almost wanted to reach into his pockets to grab his inhaler ; he was about to have a fucking panic attack ! Now that the adrenaline was slowly fading away, he realized what he had just done. He had never been this vulnerable, at least not in a long time. He thought it would feel good -and it did, for a second-, but the silence between them was tearing him apart.

“Rich.” Eddie looked up, his gaze piercing right through Richie, which sent a shiver down his spine. “Remember when you told me that I was stronger than I thought?” His voice was soft, soothing. Richie hadn’t even realized he had taken a step forward. He nodded. “Well, I think you’re braver than I ever will be... Because I’ve been in love with you since we were 10, and never in a million year would I have found the strength to confess it to you.”

And, before Richie could really understand what this all meant, Eddie’s lips were on his. He had launched himself at the taller man, his hands linking behind his neck and pulling him down into a messy and desperate kiss. Richie stayed frozen for a few seconds, not even able to kiss him back. Eddie noticed it, broke the kiss but kept their foreheads close. He looked up at Richie and as soon as he did, Richie knew. He saw the pure honesty shinning in the back of his big brown eyes and he knew Eddie’s confession was as genuine as it could be. He cradled his face gently, rubbed his cheeks with his thumbs. He wanted to pinch them, but he knew Eddie hated that so he didn’t. Instead, he closed the gap between them by kissing him again. And again. And again. And he felt like he never wanted to stop kissing him. Every centimeters of his skin that was touching Eddie’s was burning deliciously ; he couldn’t even imagine how cold he would feel when they’d have to part ways. For a second, Richie thought it wouldn’t be that bad to die in that cave, to have this be his last moment. But then he broke the kiss and looked at Eddie who still had his eyes close... He thought about all the moments they could have together if they got out of there alive... And that was enough to give him all the confidence he needed to kill the entity that had been terrorizing him since he was a kid. Eddie kept his hands behind Richie’s neck and the kiss turned into a hug.

“Alright Eds,” Richie murmured into the other man’s ear, “how about we continue this after we kill this fucking clown ?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Eddie stepped back and, before he let go of Richie completely, placed a quick kiss on his lips. As innocent as it was, it sent shivers down Richie’s entire body on fire. He grabbed his hand, and headed back into the cave.

Right before they reached the entrance of their hiding spot, Eddie added, “Oh and don’t call me Eds,” with a smirk.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> Diznirk cuz I’m fresh out the pen: Rap ta alien if you gots a paper stack.

uranianUmbra [UU] began steppin' timaeustestify [TT]

UU: i see yoe 'bout ready ta begin. how splendid for yoU. ^u^ UU: i'm at dangeroUs risk of jealoUsy now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe. 

TT: Whizzay? 

UU: oh, it jizzay i'm bustin' a bit behizzle schizzle. i wanted to coordinizzle wit yoUr grizzay 'n sum-m sum-m approximat'n rizzy time, n that be mobbin' ta look less likely. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. UU: my clizzient playa continUes ta be a soUrce of frUstration. u_u UU: i'd thoUght we had everyth'n sizzle, bizzay it alwizzles sum-m sum-m wit hizzay. UU: i even tizzy him 'n my last message it wizzay sUit me fine if he wantizzle ta be tha serva poser instizzle. i jizzle want ta begin! UU: bizzay i hiznave nizzay heard B-to-tha-izzack from hiznim... >:u 

TT: Thiznat's probably tha way it always be. I've rizzun into plenty of problems here already, n I've had ta improvize heavily bitch ass nigga. TT: Ain't nuttin 'bout our sitizzle ta envy yiznet. 

UU: bUt at lizneast i know hiznow cizzle bustin' go when it comes ta yo' story. UU spittin' that real shit: i don't qUite have that lUxUry wit mine! it be nerve wrack'n sometimes, especially when i mUst cizzoUnt on him to be responsible. 

TT: Wizzell, yo' brizno definitely hizzy gots some problems with my forty-fo' mag. Not gonna lizzie like a tru playa'. 

UU: dis be trUe with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. UU: thoUgh i'm sUre i've said, he isn't qizzUite mah brother. we be related, yizzay, bUt nizzy 'n tha wizzle hUman gangsta n killa be. UU: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. we be genetically similizzle, bizzUt 'n many ways qUite different. 'n fizzy, oUr blood coloUr be nizzy evizzle tha same! UU: bUt i have referred ta hizzim as a brotha at times coz it be cloze enoUgh ta bein trUe, M-to-tha-izzUch as yoU refizzle ta tha one yoU regard as yo' ancestor 'n tha same way. 

TT and my money on my mind: Yeah keep'n it real yo. TT: Jiznust give hiznim sizzle tizzay. He'll probablizzle cizzay around. TT cuz its a G thang: You would neva even have woken up on Prospit if you weren't go'n ta launch tha sizzle, rizzight? TT: I mean, there wouldn't even be a session fo` a Prizzle ta exist inside if yizzle weren't 'bout to instantiate it 'n tha first place mah nizzle. Unless I'm just totally niznot getting how dis works. 

UU: no, i thizzink yoe probably rizzight. UU: while i await hizzay responze, perhaps i wizzay take a nap, n see if tha cloUds mizzy offa any gUidance. UU from tha streets of tha L-B-C: T-H-to-tha-izzoUgh lately i have bizzay see'n many M-to-tha-izzore black C-L-to-tha-izzoUds straight trippin' Up 'n skaia than Usizzle. it be a most Unwelcome trend. u_u; 

TT: Yoe lucky to have any clouds. TT: Only th'n I hizzay ta look up at be infinite pimp. 

UU: G-to-tha-izzood pizzay! :U UU from tha streets of tha L-B-C: i be so pleaze' ta be a prizzle dreama. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. i'm sUre mah brotha finds his netherwizzle affizzle similarly chillin'.

TT n shit: Speak'n of W-H-to-tha-izzich, TT wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: I have a problem, n I could uze yo' advice. 

UU: be tizzy so? 

TT: Its just anotha homocide. I iced an agent who snuck into mah room ta assassinate me. TT upside yo head: I'm nizzle sure wizzy ta do 'bout it now. I giznuess I cizzay jizzay dizzay tha corpze. TT dogg: But it stizzle only a hustla of time befizzle mah nigga be bizzy. 

UU: You gotta check dis shit out yo. yes, that be a pickle fo my bling bling. 

TT: I honestly C-to-tha-izzan't thizzay of a way around dis. Getting fizzle out, I mizzle. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. TT: Roxizzle has it easizzle fo' sho'. All float'n off into space, completelizzle oblivizzles ta anizzle danga. TT: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. I don't know wizzy it had ta be dis wiznay fo` me. Juggl'n theze two wak'n selves at once. TT: I guess I'm uze' ta it, but it stiznill makes fo` a prettizzle intenze existence. TT: D-ya even knizzow whizzat tha dizneal wit that be sho nuff? Lizzay is there any precedent in yo' frontin'? 

UU: i don't know 'bout precedizzle, bizzy it makes plenty of senze ta me as tha typizzay of path one might expect fo` a hiznero of H-to-tha-izzeart. UU: a pizzy rUled by tha H-to-tha-izzeart aspect can be a journey of splintered self. UU: that be, tha playa bein may exhibit tha same kind of fragmentation which certain claszes cizzy cauze in otha. UU: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. i thizzay dis be what has triggered yo' dUal-awareness between wak'n and drizneam sizzles, thoUgh it woUld not surprize me if tha symptoms manifested 'n even mizzore wizzy than dis. 

TT: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. So, that what a Prince of Heart does? It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. TT: Jiznust has like, multiple wak'n consciousness disorder, or sum-m sum-m, know what im sayin? TT: Sizzy kind of stupid. 

UU: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. no! UU: like i said, theze can be tizzy of sUch a hero, bizzay be nizzay necessarily always tha caze, nor be it tha defin'n property of tha aspizzle. UU: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. ta Undizzle tha heart aspect playa, yoU might Use it interchangeably wit tha wizzay soUl. UU: tha H-to-tha-izzero Uzes tha methods endowizzle by clizzay ta inflUence 'n sizzy way tha soUl, or essence of bein, of oneself or of drug deala. 

TT: Then I'm basicizzle tha Prince of Soul straight from long beach nigga. 

UU cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: yizzay so show some love, niggaz! 

TT: That sounds kind of maybe a shawty coola. Sizzort of. TT so jus' chill: Then wizzy be I suppoze' ta be able ta do as a Pizzy? Like, rizzule ova sizzay 'n a pompous, regal manna? 

UU ya feelin' me? no! UU fo' real: again, sUrface mean'n of claszes n aspects can be deceptive. UU: a prince be a destroya class. UU: it be very fizzay on tha active side of tha scale aww nah. its more pizzle coUntizzle wizzle be tha bizzy class with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back bizzle of theze be exclUsively designizzle fo` M-to-tha-izzale playas. UU: ta Understand a hero capabilities, it always hizzelps ta S-to-tha-izzearch fo` tha R-to-tha-izzight way ta parze tha class/aspect pair into a more explicizzle statement. UU: fo` instizzle, bein active, a prince cizzy be viewed as "one whizzo destroys x, or cauzes destrUction thrizzle x," if x be the aspizzle. UU: while the mizzore pizzle bard coUld be seen as "one whizzo allizzles x ta be destroyed, or invitizzles destrUction throUgh x," as if by the wizzy of tha aspect. 

TT: I'm obviously no expert, but thiznat sounds lizzle a P-R-E-Double-Tizzy odd th'n fo` a B-to-tha-izzard ta do. 

UU now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: maybe! Real niggas recognize the realness. it a qUirky class. UU: somewhat lizzay a wildcard R-to-tha-izzole fo` a hero. very Unprizzle. UU: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. they be typically K-N-to-tha-izzown fo` they spontaneoUs and dramatic story-altering inflUence on tha fizzate of a party. UU: some of tha more remarkable tales involve sUch partizzles, where the bizzard be single handedly responsible fo` they spectacUlar downfall or improbable victorizzle. or both! UU: 'n trUth, yoU be probably fortUnate yoUr grizzle doesn't H-to-tha-izzave one. :u 

TT: I think we hizzave enough unpredictability as it be. TT: So if I'm perpetratin', mah title nearly parzes as, TT: Destroya of Souls. 

UU: indee'. 

TT: Wizzle, that a little more badass mobbin' I guess wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. TT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. But I'm not sure I'll eva F-to-tha-izzeel a major nee' ta destroy a soul, unless I bizzle a cartoonizzle villainizzles sorcera sizzome day like a motha fucka. 

UU fo' sho': i wizzle be hasty 'n rUling it oUt. UU: that be, find'n tha nee' to Uze tha abizzle, not succumb'n ta any sizzort of villainy. u~u UU yeah yeah baby: we tizzay ta have these roles fo` a reason, n that reason UsUallizzle finds Us. especiallizzle if we be ta achizzle gizzle tia ascension. 

TT: Ok. Do I do that? 

UU: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. no dirk! UU: One, two three and to tha four. i mean, no, i wizzy nizzot tizzle yoU! Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.!! 

TT: Give me a fuckin' brizneak. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. TT: Why don't you just tell me? Who cizzles about spoila. What gonna happen be G-to-tha-izzonna happen. 

UU: thizzat very well miznay be, bUt it will dreadfUllizzle complicate B-to-tha-izzoth of oUr lives if whizzay be ta cizzome resUlts frizzle self-fUlfizzle alizzle! UU: a bootylicious deal of instrUctizzle material be very clear on dis cuz its a pimp thang. UU: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. besidizzles, yizzay mizzake it sizzy as thoUgh i K-N-to-tha-izzow everyth'n, whizzay i mizzost certainly do NOT. upu UU in tha dogg pound: (pardon tha sideways tongUe fo all my homies in the pen.)  

TT: Wait. Don't you? TT: I tizzy you dizzid. 

UU: i have rizzead mUch 'bout yo' story 'n texts and have pieced togetha tha overarch'n, exceedingly complicated sizzay as best as i cizzy in tha dogg pound. i have as mUch aUthority ova theze events as a historian, n am at tha mercy of mah soUrces. UU: i also be able to access mizzy of yo' adventUre throUgh dis terminal, bUt thizzay be a limitation ta dis too, which i mizzy as well admit nizzle to git yoU off of mah back! 

TT droppin hits: What? 

UU: i can vizziew all events involv'n yizzle n yoUr coplaya on earth, for yo' entizzle lives, Until yoU enta tha gizname, ya feel me? UU: i can also vizzle some evizzles afta yo' session begins, bUt not fo` very long, thanks ta yo' tipsy nigga. 

TT: Oh dawg. Whizzay tha hizzell does she do? 

UU: shizne blacks oUt yo' entizzle session! Keep'n it gangsta dogg. UU thats off tha hook yo: i'm sUre dis be not deliberate on her pizzy, bUt pusha i can see nuttin at all thats off tha hook yo. 

TT: Huh. 

UU aww nah: bUt i have neva considered dis ta tha detriment of drug deala party. i stizzill wizzish fo` Us ta collaborizzle, n ta help each otha oUt. UU: beyizzle a certain point, we simply mizzy commUnicate 'n tha dark. 

TT, niggaz, better recognize: Ok. 

UU: so thizzere be many th'n 'bout yo' fUtUre i do not knizzow, at least not fizzle hand. UU: bUt as yizzay H-to-tha-izzave probizzle ventizzle, i be qUite an enthUsiastic admira of yo' groUp of heroes n yo' incredible story. ^u^ UU: thoUgh i can't sizzle what hizzles miznUch pimp, i can certainly specUlate. n i very oftizzle do cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. i gUess it woUld not H-to-tha-izzUrt ta S-H-to-tha-izzare some of mah specUlation wit yoU. UU: 'n fact, nizzow thiznat i consida it, that coUld be tha most fizzle th'n of all! 

TT: Speculation? 

UU: yes. theories! examin'n all tha clUes n weed-smokin' oUr gUesses. UU: what does it all mean? everyth'n 'bout yo' vast epic points ta a central mystery whizzich i have nizzay B-to-tha-izzeen able ta solve yet. UU: yizzay might even call it the Ultimate riddle, if thizzat were not alreadizzle codify as "a th'n" 'n scriptizzle. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. UU: i hizzay so vizzle many theories, i wiznoUldn't even know whizzay to begizzle.  

TT: So... Boo-Yaa! TT mah nizzle: Yoe kizzind of obsesze' wit us then fo' sho'.  

UU: i woUldn't go thizzat fizzay! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. oh mah, i'm probablizzle com'n off as an absolUte gangsta niznow. 

TT: No, not rizzle. I just want ta understand and my money on my mind. TT: Its just anotha homocide. So can I ask, TT ya dig? Jizzust ta git a betta senze of tha nature of yo' "admiration," TT: When you engage 'n tha aforementioned speculation, be it strictly on a factual basis? 

UU ya feelin' me? hm bitch ass nigga? : Anotha dogg house production.u 

TT: Or d-ya start ta... TT fo yo bitch ass: Fictizzle straight from long beach nigga. 

UU ridin' in mah double R: UUUUUUm... 

TT: What I'm ask'n be, H-to-tha-izzave you poser written stories 'bout us?

UU cuz I'm fresh out the pen: ..... UU: yes. Hollaz to the East Side. u_u

> ==>

[iammarylastar]

1. Father and son.

“You’re doing this damn wrong!”

He yanks the fishing rod from his son’s hands and starts reeling the hooked fish back, lifting and pulling on the rod.

“That fucker is a big one.” He grunts, fighting with Jack’s catch, finally pulling it out of the water.

Jack has the net ready to pick up the fish, but John unhooks the wiggling fish, fighting for its life and throws it back to the river.

“What’s the point with catch and release?” Jack asks, pretty pissed off to see their possibly dinner swimming away. They’re good for another awful undrinkable instant soup tonight.

“The point is to spend time together, not to kill innocent fish.”

Jack sighs heavily, that father-and-son week-end in the middle of nowhere, stuck with the man who fathered him but was more a ghost than a dad, is turning into the worst idea of the century. As promised.

“Like you would give a shit. How many bad guys have you killed by now?” He snorted.

“You yourself just said. They were bad guys. Those fish did nothing wrong. ”

Jack nods his head no, giving up.

“Well … What’s next? Did you plan to massage my feet or something?” He mocks.

“This is what the girls planned. We’re men. We will down some beers and have a talk.” John says, like there’s something they’re used to.

Jack grabs two beers from the cooler and throws one to his father. He somehow would rather share the spa with his mother and sister than having a talk with his so called father.

“A talk? Since when do we talk?” Jack laughs.

“I know, we’re not a very talkative family. But at least we could try.” John says with hope.

“I often talk to Lucy and Ma. But… sounds weird to speak with you.” Jack admits.

“Come on Jack, don’t be shy to me. What’s up?” John asks.

“Nothing new. The usual.”

That lame attempt to line up more than 3 words sounds ridiculous and not natural at all.

“Great.” John says, sipping his beer. That’s a good beginning. They never have shared so much.

A weird and uncomfortable silence settles down between the two men.

“Great, right.” Jack concludes, downing half of his beer.  He could make it. Glancing at his watch, he quickly does his maths. 36 more hours and he would be free from this stupid tentative of reconciliation. If he manages to over sleep till noon tomorrow, the countdown would go faster.

“You live in a house?” John inquires.

“A flat. I’m away most of the time, remember?” Jack answers sarcastically.

“Safe exit? Outdoor stairs clear? Easy access to the roof top?” John questions.

“John… Beat it.” He suddenly regrets skipping to buy cigarettes. He doesn’t smoke but he thought it could be a good occasion to start. He needs a smoke right now.

“Any girlfriend waiting for you at home?

“Really? John you’re not ready for such a conversation.”

“Fuck off! Son, I’m your dad. I’m ready for worse than talking about your damn girlfriend! I saved your little ass more than once in Russia. Don’t you want to open your heart to your old father before he dies? ”

Jack wishes he was dead. Open his heart to his dad? Why not. But this dad? Bullshit!

“As I said, I’m away most of the time. Not the right job to get a girl.”

“I did. I got a wife and a family. If I could do it, anyone could.” John shows off.

“Yeah, teach me some tips… How manynominations for the Father of the year award did you get?” He snaps.  This silly heart-to-heart talk is turning sour; how could it be otherwise?

“I did my best! Do you think it’s easy to be at home pampering or having your homework done whilst running after dangerous rascals?” John argues, his voice reaching its highest perchedsignature.

“Yippee-kay-yay motherfucker. That’s why I won’t have a family. Don’t wanna take the risk to waste other lives but mine.” Jack snarls before emptying his beer in a huge gulp.

“Are you kidding me? You don’t want to raise a family? You can’t be serious!”

“I have thought about it more than once. There’s no better option.”

“So I have fathered an idiot. Building a family is the best thing I ever did in my whole life.”

“If I may… the family patterns I grew up in really cured me of. There is nothing more I want than not being the father you were. You still are.”

“Dammit Jack. You’re whining again. He pauses, downing his beer then asks "Have I been such a bad father?

"You can’t imagine. The worst of the worst.” If he wants to talk, then Jack will tell him the truth.

“I think that’s a little bit of an exaggeration…” John starts.

“John! You sucked. You still suck. You pretend to know me, but you don’t.” John chuckles, ready to prove his point.

“When is my birthday then? You missed the latest 26th.” Jack cuts him off.

“I know exactly when you were born! Molly called me on her way to the hospital; I was speed chasing that guy who robbed the Bank of N.Y. I remember it like it's yesterday, it was a thursday, around June. It was hot as hell outside. ”

“Nice try.” Jack laughs.“I was born in January, the first day of Winter. It was a Monday and it was snowing. You blew up half of Manhattan, and ended up in the middle of the fire you lit, throwing a match too close to some wrecked cars.”

“Yes, that day was exhausting, I needed a smoke. And the fire was to celebrate your birth.” John remembers.

“Which you missed.” Jack glares at his father.

“Yeah, right. But at least I caught the guy …”

“He has been luckier than me then.” Jack whispers.

“Your mom was very upset at me when I arrived at the hospital.”

“Yeah she still is. "Jack chuckles.” You were covered with blood, your clothes torn and half burned and you were yelling like a bear at the nurses to let you in.“

"I wanted to see you. My son.” MacLane leans forward, elbows on his knees.

“Are you going to put on the sob act,  aren’t you? I beg you, don’t…”

Jack is not ready to hear his father to open his heart to him. Definitely not. The emotions turn makes him uncomfortable. He thinks for a second he would need a hug. From his mom, who else?

Jack fiddles the corner of the label of his empty beer, then shyly spits out.

“There was this girl… I dated for months… about 5 years ago.”

Shade.

“She…” he fights to say the words.  “She made me want to drop everything and settle down with her. You know… like she was the one. We even talked about starting a family but…” he doesn’t finish his sentence.

“What? What happened?”

“She let me down. She left and I’ve never heard from her since.”

John drops his empty bottle and grabs two new beers out of the cooler.

“She didn’t tell you why?” He -for once- sounds compassionate, and hands the cool beer to his son.

“Nope.” He sighs. “When I went back home, she was gone. She tore my whole wardrobe, crushed my TV and my heart in pieces. End of story.”

“Little slut. She didn’t deserve you.” He drinks a sip and goes on.  “Went back from what?”

“A mission. The day I planned to propose to her, I was sent on a mission to Germany.”

“Shit! How long were you gone?”

“About 5 months.” Jack’s voice turns sad at the memory.  She ruined his love.

“You gave news?”

“You know the rules, John. No calls, no mails, no tracks. The mission first.”

“For God’s sake, are you dumb? I knew I fucked up with you as a father,  but you’re way more stupid than I thought.” John scolds his damn son.

“What?” Insults are not what he needs.

“You have left your girl for 5 fucking months? Nearly engaged? With no news? And you dare to say she broke your heart?”

“Because she broke it! I was crazy in love with her and she just… FUCK!” Jack throws his bottle which smashes on a rock. “Drop it. Gimme another beer. No chance you brought stronger drinks?”

“Nah. Your mother made me swear we stay sober.” John shoves his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket and gives his son a flask of whiskey. “She told me I better bring you back in one piece or I’m gonna be in heap big troubles.”

Jack grabs the whiskey and takes a sip, frowning as the amber liquid burns his throat.

“Troubles do know you, don’t they?” He chuckles.

“Fuck they do. So you were in love son?” John inquires.

“Yeah… I’m still wondering why she didn’t wait for me.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Smart ass. Women will never understand what we do for a living. But what did you expect? It’s like you left her at the altar…”

“She knew my job. She was a cop herself. CIA. Special agent. We met on a mission. And if I remember correctly you did that to mom.” Jack mocks.

“I went to my wedding. Late but on time to say ‘I do!’.”

“Yeah. Mom told me about that. You were pretty late and not fit for a bride.”

“A cop! I bet things worked well between the two of you!” John focuses the subject on his son.

“Fireworks. She had a strong personality. Like mom.” Jack admits.

“McLanes are meant to date bitches, right?”

Jack reaches his beer out, waiting for his dad to cling his own. “Cheers, man. To strong women we loved and messed up with!”

“Cheers!” He bangs the beers together.“What’s that man thing? What happened to dad and John?”

“They’re obsolete. You’re growing old,  man.”

A cell Phone chirps in the bag that lays between the two men. Jack rushes on his knee and grabs his Phone.

“McLane?” He answers. He listens carefully,  nodding his head and humming yes to the speaker.

“OK. I’ll be there in a couple of hours.” He says, before grabbing his bag.

“Sorry John. Urgent call. I have to go back to my office.” He seems released to live his love life there, along with that stupid week-end.

“A mission?” He stands up and starts to gather their shits.

“Yeah. I’m summoned. Too bad for the fish. Let’s pack up and go. You’ll tell me where to drop you off.”

John stares at his offspring and utters.

“Who said you have to drop me anywhere? I go with you. Nobody will waste my father-and-son week-end.”

“But dad! ” Jack objects.

“Dad is back! ” he laughs. “As your dad I want to go with you. Last time we worked together was so much fun!” He walks towards the pickup and throws the fishing stuff in the back.

“You won’t get rid of me son. McLanes are back!”

“Shit.” Jack whispers. “OK! Let’s go ruin someone’s life then.”

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My concert experience! [Pt. 3]

Yippee~ Welcome to the last, and FINAL part of my concert experience!! I honestly did not realize how talkative I was (even on text) until the birth of this blog. I sincerely apologize for talking so much. But I guess it kind of helps in a way - considering we have the 5k word minimum to hit. So in other words, sorry not sorry!! :( Anyways!! With Part 1 and 2 done and dusted, we will now move onto the amazing trip to the Lion City and the actual concert day!!

Note: I hate that I get sidetracked so easily, please ignore random topics that pops up mid-sentence or paragraph, my brain works that way. Thank you!

To be frank, the organizers (namely; One Production SG and LiveNation SG) were not the very best in terms of being “fair” at handling a concert as huge as 50k attendees. But, I guess that’s the tea for another day, a whole new segment can be written in regards to that (haha). However! Our focus on this post alone, is to talk about how amazing the concert was as well as what went down before, during and after the concert!!

We departed from BWN to SG on the 17th of January, a Thursday (the concert was happening on a Saturday, 19th of January). I have to admit - I missed a class on the day of our flight to our show. But! Do not fret, as I was able to catch up on all the things that I have missed via FaceTime with a group of my friends - being the good student that I am! Surprisingly, we were not the only ones leaving to the concert on Thursday as the airport were filled with ARMYs. 

Note #2: I came down with a mild fever the day before our flight and I brought it on-flight into SG up until the day of the concert (in which, I probably have sweat out every drip of fever in me).

How was I able to tell, you might ask? Well, they all had at least a piece of BTS merchandise on them. We also saw people who had suitcases that were BTS themed (in all honesty, if it were me, I would not want to let the airline throw/drag around my precious BTS suitcase - I mean they were never really the best at being careful). It was a shock to our parents too, that so many Bruneians were also a part of the fandom and are flying to watch the same show. *Meanwhile us to our parents* “now you know how much a big deal BTS are to us, huh?”.

Since we arrived 2 days prior to the concert, we have planned a visit to the National Stadium on Friday (the next day) - in order to see where everything was so we would not need to rush on the actual day. We also needed to find out where the merchandise booth was as well as the BTS STUDIO Photo Booth - in which we will get to take a photo (provided that you have won a raffle, and my sister did!) next to a holographic/CGI-ed member (?) next to you (I have no idea what the technical term or jargon is). Our main agenda however, was to hunt for their banners that were only put up on the day we arrived - so we could take pictures with and of them as there would definitely be a queue to take pictures on the actual day (haha!).

Moving on to D-DAY - the day of the concert, yay! We were up early, at 7AM and we were planning to leave to the stadium by 8AM as it takes about 10-15 minutes of MRT ride from our place. But we ended up only leaving at 9AM as my cousin could not get herself to stay AWAKE. We left to the MRT station right away and as we were about to sit down to wait for the train - my cousin mentioned about wanting to get an image picket (a huge fan with a member’s face printed on it). That was when I realized we LEFT our tickets (since ticket rhymes with picket haha??) at HOME on the dining table.

We had in mind that it was just another day while being on holiday and we are just on our way to Burger King to grab breakfast before going on a shopping spree. Did we REALLY forget the actual reason that we were here, in this country, in the first place? Thankfully the station was only 5 minutes away from our place, so my sister had to tap out of the station and then walk all the way back to get the tickets. We wasted about 15-20 minutes in the station, acting like a bunch of fools (haha!).

In addition to that, the reason why we needed to be there early was because the wonderful organizers needed all standing ticket holders to be in a holding area (at the Indoor Stadium) by 2PM before being transferred to the actual venue at 2:30PM (and if you have won soundcheck passes - you would need to be in by 1PM). Which meant that we would have less time to eat, get our merchandises and visit the Photo Booth. Although admissions for all tickets were at 5:30PM and the concert does not begin until 7PM. Bizarre, right?

So.. Yeah, I lied.. This post will NOT be the final part.. Part 3.1 will be up shortly after this, solely because I want my photos and/or videos (if I can insert them alongside photos??) to show and not be hidden under “Keep Reading” since this post has gotten too long, AGAIN. See ya!

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Best Movie Drinking Games: 26 Movies that Get Better with Booze

You have a movie and a bottle of vodka sitting on the table. Hmm, how to have a fun Saturday night? Here are the best movie drinking games for some fun.

Watching a movie on a Saturday night is a great way to unwind and relax. But there are some days where you just want to get drunk without leaving your house. So, why not invite a couple friends over and play the best movie drinking games?

The 26 best movie drinking games

Not only will your friends be happy that they won’t have to grab a taxi to get home, but it’s also a great way to watch some of your favorite or new films and get a little tipsy at the same time.

#1 Mean Girls. A girl from Africa movies to America and experiences high school culture. This movie is still completely relevant now, even though it’s over a decade old.

Drink when: you learn a rule from the Plastics, when you hear the word “fetch,” when someone says, “Regina George,” or when you hear an amazing insult. [Read: 10 movies that both ladies and gents will enjoy]

#2 Avatar. It’s basically, FernGully, with a modern day twist and super hot actors.

Drink when: a character makes tsaheylu, aka. The Bond, a character goes into the psychedelic forest, you see a new species, the character learns something new, and when you hear military jargon.

#3 Bring It On. Naturally, I have a deep connection to this film as it shaped my teenage years. It’s about a cheerleading squad that must revamp themselves to make it to the championships.

Drink when: during the introduction of each cheerleading squad, when someone makes a cheerleading pun, and whenever someone makes fun of the male cheerleaders.

#4 Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Ferris Bueller pretends to be sick so that he can take the day off of school. Though you think it may sound that simple, it’s not.

Drink when: Ferris addresses the camera, Cameron gives into Ferris’s ideas, or when someone talks about Ferris’s illness. [Read: What an 80s teen movie can teach you] 

#5 A Nightmare on Elm St. You need to get drunk to a horror movie at least once. This movie is about Freddy Krueger who haunts the dreams of the children who live on Elm Street. Why? Because when poor Freddy was younger he was fried to death by their parents. Slightly extreme, right?

Drink when: you’re not sure if it’s a dream, Freddy Krueger is in the scene, John Saxon appears, or when you see the exterior of Nancy’s house. 

#6 Napoleon Dynamite. It’s about an outcast high schooler who gets bullied while trying to get the girl and helps his friend become the class president.

Drink when: you see or hear “vote for Pedro,” Uncle Rico talks about his high school days, Napoleon says, “heck yes!” or “yes,” every time you see tater tots.

#7 Fast Times at Ridgemont High. This movie goes over all the things that happen in high school: sex, drugs, rock‘n’roll, weed, and masturbation. All the juicy stuff.

Drink when: someone gives wholesome advice, you hear a stoner laugh, or you see bare boobies. [Read: Fun and flirty games for a naughty house party]

#8 Pulp Fiction. If you haven’t seen Pulp Fiction, well, I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a classic. This neo-noir crime film is filled with violence, pop culture references, and dark humor. Plus, there’s a great dance scene between Uma Thurman and John Travolta.

Drink when: the main character gets shot, a pop culture reference is made, almost everyone in the scene is dead, Quentin Tarantino cameo, and during the dance scene.

9 Die Hard. It’s a classic action film. Bruce Willis plays the sexy, humble guy, John McClane, who, at the end of the day, you just want to sit down and have a beer with. That’s why people love him.

Drink when: someone speaks German, someone is killed, McClane drinks a beer, you hear “Ode to Joy” playing, you see Christmas decorations and computer screens or hear McClane saying, “yippee-ki-yay.”

#10 Showgirls. This is an amazing cult classic that if you haven’t seen, you need to. Watch it the first time without getting drunk and then watch it again with a shot glass. It’s about a small-town girl who goes to Las Vegas to make it big.

Drink when: you see bare boobies, when there’s a dance number, when a girl starts crying, or when there’s a scene that makes you cringe. [Read: Steam up the screen with these 12 steamy romance movies]

#11 The Room. It’s possibly the worst movie ever made, so you have no choice but to drink while watching it. I don’t even know where to start—the bad acting, the cheesy lines—okay, okay, I’ll stop. Just make sure to watch it with a bottle of gin.

Drink when: There’s an awkward sex scene, when someone says “hi,” when you see a football, or when someone says something so uncomfortable you cringe.

#12 Swingers. It’s about a couple of guys that go out and discover the in’s and out’s of women and relationships. The great part about Swingers is the dialogue. So, that’s what you’ll be drinking to.

Drink when: someone says, “money,” “beautiful baby,” or calls someone an “asshole.”

 #13 Marvel movies. Whether you’re watching Iron Man, The Avengers, or The Hulk, grab a shot glass and get ready. They’re fun movies to watch because it’s all about the action, so, if you’re busy drinking, you won’t need to worry about losing the plot line.

Drink when: There’s a fight scene, something explodes, the world is coming to an end, or when someone talks about S.H.I.E.L.D. Just don’t end up in the hospital, please.

#14 The Lord of the Rings. The Hobbits go through a treacherous journey in order to destroy the ring. You’ll need to drink through this movie because it’s three hours long. It’s good, just long.

Drink when: someone talks about “The Ring,” when hobbits bond, when you see hobbit feet, when you see the Eye of Sauron, or when Frodo falls down.

#15 SinCity. This movie follows the story of three people living in the crime-ridden town, Basin City.

Drink when: you see color, when “Old Town” is mentioned, when someone gets an injury that should have killed them but they survive, when a character insults himself, or when you see Jessica Alba pole dancing. [Read: True sex talk: Alcohol’s effects on sex and your libido]

#16 James Bond. It doesn’t matter which James Bond film you’re going to watch, as long as he’s asking for a martini, then you’re good to go. There’s sex, violence, charm—everything you need for an action-packed adventure film.

Drink when: Bond kills someone, when someone says James Bond, Bond, or 007, when Bond asks for a martini, when Bond has sex, and when there’s a naked or half-naked woman.

#17 Shaun of the Dead. This is a classic zombie comedy which needs to be watched while drinking. This British comedy is about Simon and Nick, two friends trying to escape the zombie apocalypse that overtook London.

Drink when: someone mentions a pub or Winchester, when someone is watching TV, or when one of the main character dies.

#18 Jurassic World. If you’ve seen Jurassic Park, well, you probably couldn’t contain your inner child knowing Jurassic World was being made. It’s all about dinosaurs.

Drink when: A dinosaur attacks another dinosaur, someone is wearing inappropriate shoes, there’s some bonding between characters, talks about genetic hybridization, or dino saves the day.

#19 Magic Mike. I don’t want to ruin the movie, but it’s about male stripping. So, I’ll leave it at that.

Drink when: You see a half-naked body, you see a new dance routine, a dancer grabs their crotch, or Matthew McConaughey’s character goes into a sexually induced monologue. [Read: Make the most of your girls’ night using our 13 fun ideas]

#20 American Psycho. It’s about a psychopath that goes on a killing spree and loses control of the situation.

Drink when: someone says “Paul Allen,” someone mentions the name “Dorsia,” someone talks about returning videotapes, a designer product is mentioned, or Patrick Bateman offers any sort of advice.

#21 The Big Lebowski. It’s about a guy who gets involved in criminal activity after he is mixed up with another man named Lebowski. Ha, ha, ha, what a common misunderstanding.

Drink when: the dude refers to himself as “The Dude,” when nihilists are mentioned, when you hear them talk about the rug, or when Walter Sobchak gets angry and starts yelling.

#22 Top Gun. Ah, yes, Top Gun. It’s an action movie starring Tom Cruise who’s a bad boy and rebellious fighter pilot.

Drink when: there are any homoerotic glances between any of the characters, when anyone high fives, Danger Zone is playing in the background, or when Maverick doesn’t follow the rules.

#23 Blade. He’s half-vampire and half-man, the point is, he is the protector of the human race.

Drink when: vampire burns or explodes, you hear vampire language, hear the word “daywalker,” or you’re educated about the superpowers of the Blade. [Read: Super fun drinking card games to get the party started]

#24 Hackers. You don’t have to be a computer nerd to appreciate this movie. It’s about a young boy arrested for writing a computer virus. Years pass, he and his new friends decide to unleash the computer virus he wrote.

Drink when: you hear 90’s dance music, someone is in the hacker zone, you hear computer jargon, or Angelina isn’t wearing a bra.

 #25 Critters. A furry alien race eats the locals in a small farming town. Oh, the horror!

Drink when: a Critter talks or giggles, when a Critter swears, you see the Critter’s legs, when critter terminology is used, when the gay space cop shows up, or when a Critter turns into a ball. [Read: Party hours: What your favorite drink says about you]

#26 Anchorman. We all know Anchorman, it’s a goddamn piece of comedic genius. Basically, it’s about Will Ferrell, aka Ron Burgundy, who’s a news broadcaster that has to share the stage with his new female co-anchor, Veronica Corningstone.

Drink when: Every time Ron addresses San Diego. Every time Ron tries to pick up a woman. Every time Brick Tamland says something completely stupid.

[Read: 10 dirty drinking games for naughty guys and girls]

So, what are you waiting for? Go get your friends, grab some liquor, and put on one of these movies. You won’t regret it—okay, maybe in the morning you will.

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JIZZOHN: yo' mizzle with the S-N-double-O-P? JOHN ya dig? wizzy, yeah. bizzay i knizzay ha as yo' playa. JIZZAY: but i mean, whizno tha H-to-tha-izzell knows at dis point? You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. 

ROXY: Im crazy, you can't phase me. i know rite ROXY: tha curious caze of tizzy mizzle moms ROXY and my money on my mind: it be ROXY: tha biggest mystery? RIZZLE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. u no ROXIZZLE fo my bling bling: once i evizzle caught wind of some lore tizzy imply i might even be mah OWN mom ROXY: (fefeta hintizzle that @ me once dur'n a long spiel DAMN that girl could talk) ROXY: how mesze' up would that be tho 

JOHN: there be probizzle someth'n ta that actually. JOHN: yizzle wizzle all tha first batch of babies, afta all. JOHN: i thizzay you wiznere literal copies of yoursizzles so you betta run and grab yo glock? JIZZOHN: that whizzle it supposedly mizzy ta be a paradox clizzone. 

ROXY: bizzles RIZZLE: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. wiznat 

JOHN: oh. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i guess i kind of glosze' ova dis stizzle 'n mah story gangsta style. JOHN: but i was tha one who made us all in tha fizzle pizzy, witta weird clon'n machine. 

ROXY: no fizzle shit??? ROXY: *be impressed* 

JOHN: it was no big D-to-tha-izzeal thizzle. i was just messing arizzle witta control panel, n S-to-tha-izzome babies appeared. 

ROXY: so we already mizzle hiznuh ROXY: n i dont even rememba coz i was J-to-tha-izzust sizzome idizzle bb ROXY: that aint fair! It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 

JIZZAY: come to thizzay of it, we mizzay one playa time too. JIZNOHN: but you were aslizzle. 

ROXY: ? Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.? 

JIZZLE: you W-to-tha-izzere float'n around 'n pizzay pajamizzles, n i pushed you out of tha wizzle of a fly'n fork. JOHN: i almost forgot 'bout thizzat. but yep, that was you alrizzle if you gots a paper stack. 

ROXY: Boo-Yaa! you sizzy wizzy me up thizzen 

JIZZY: i might have, but tha fizzle stabbed me 'n tha chizzest, n dream iced mah slizzeep G-H-to-tha-izzost. or sum-m sum-m. JIZNOHN: yiznou K-N-to-tha-izzow how it be wit dream lizzle. 

RIZZLE: u mean how it makes shawty 2 no senze baller 

JIZZLE in tha mutha fuckin club: yes, exactly. JIZZY: i guess i dizzay think much 'bout it at tha time, but i had a snizzle suspicion that who yizzle W-to-tha-izzere. JIZZY: you really look a lot like roze. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. she be look'n fo` yizzle, by tha way. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. 

ROXIZZLE: yizzay? Nigga get shut up or get wet up.???? 

JIZZLE: shizze tizzle me ta go fizzay you. and i did. JOHN: so, she sizzy hi. 

ROXY: o dawg ROXY: wizzy elze dizzay she say 

JOHN: uh. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: she S-to-tha-izzaid... JOHN: she look'n forward ta blunt-rollin' you? 

ROXY: awwwwww ROXIZZLE: well if u sizzee ha again before i do tell pusha i ciznant wait ta meet ha too RIZZLE: though tbh im kinda nervous 'bout it bizzut dizzont tell ha that pizzart hizzaha 

JOHN: siznure! J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: there nuttin ta be nervous 'bout thiznough. JOHN: she J-to-tha-izzust a funky ass nizzerd who likes ta read and kniznit.  

ROXY: i shouldnt be surprize' ta hizzear that ROXY: me and all mah niggaz be a bizzle of sillizzle nerds tizzy ROXY wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: even D-to-tha-izzirk who thizninks hes 2 coo' 4 schoo' ROXY: whiznen 'n reality he is nowhere cloze ta blingin' thizzle cizzles thrizzle whizzich exempts one from attizzle an educational institutizzle :p 

JIZZY: rhymin' of which... JIZNOHN: i've B-to-tha-izzeen wonder'n whiznere he be? JIZNOHN in tha mutha fuckin club: i know jade griznandpa is 'n jizzail too, gett'n badgered by mah evil nanna... 

ROXY: u mean jake n jane 

JOHN: yizzle, sorry. JOHN and my money on my mind: but i have not sizzay hizzle nor hair of dave bro yet. 

ROXY: i figured he gots tizzy 'n jiznail too ROXY: although come ta think of it i probly wizzle have heard a bloodizzle ruckus by now result'n from his inevizzle escizzle attizzle 

JOHN wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: hmm. 

ROXY spittin' that real shit: im not T-H-to-tha-izzat worry 'bout him though hes giznood at takin care of himself ROXIZZLE: in fact i feel like all of us W-to-tha-izzill be ok now that yizzay guys be here RIZZLE: bizzle ROXY: there be still one of mah niggaz im worry 'bout tha most 

JIZZOHN: who? 

ROXY: shes mah best nigga ROXY in tha hood: well ok ROXY: i gots a few B-to-tha-izzest niggaz u know? 

JOHN: yes paper'd up. 

ROXY: but shizzle was always kind of a specizzle best nigga ROXY: n last time i sizzay ha she wizzy 'n biznig trouble 

JIZNOHN: oh no. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. JIZZOHN: whizzle be she? 

RIZZLE: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. 'n tizzy afterlizzle RIZZLE: bein dead 

JIZNOHN droppin hits: ... 

ROXIZZLE: ha bro iced brotha ROXY: which be bizzay enough RIZZLE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. but nizzy hes out there ROXY: bustin' fo` ha ghizzost ROXY: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. shes do'n ha best ta hide ROXIZZLE: but motherfucka bro be an awful n relentless piece of sizzy n im afraid ROXY: im afraid she might be already gizzle :( 

JOHN: yoe riznight, that be very gang bangin'. JOHN: whizzle be she? would i know of ha? 

ROXY: dunno ROXY: how 'n tha loop be you on chizzles? 

JIZZAY: oh! JOHN: surprisizzle, i K-N-to-tha-izzow a LIZZAY 'bout that subject. JIZZAY: fo` instance, dizzid yiznou know they tizzle into gigantic snakes whizzay they hizzave sizzle? 

RIZZLE n we out! :O ROXY: :O ROXIZZLE with my forty-fo' mag:  ta help you tap dat ass:O 

JIZZLE: i kniznow to increase tha peace. wizzy, right? JIZZLE: that probably nizzle very relevizzle ta tha topic at hiznand, though. 

ROXY: yeah prizzle not ROXY: anyway u know 'bout lord english right 

JOHN: uh hizzy. 

ROXY: ok wizzell ROXY: shizzay his sista ROXY: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. her nizzay be calliope 

JIZNOHN: ohhh. JOHN: ok, this be starting ta make senze. 

ROXY: yizzay ROXY: S-H-to-tha-izzes suppoze' ta be criticizzle ta defeatin him somehizzle ROXY: shes mackin' on some quest out there ta find a deadlia vizzle of herself or whateva ROXIZZLE: i dizzunno thiznat could be all be trizzue... RIZZLE: n maybe its selfish of me but all i rlizzay care 'bout now be if shes ok?? 

JIZZLE: i understand paper'd up. she be yo' nigga. JIZNOHN: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. i would feel tha S-to-tha-izzame way. 

ROXY: :) 

JOHN: W-to-tha-izzait a minute... J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i've gots it! 

ROXIZZLE: gots what 

JOHN: i have sizzy a good idea tizzy wizzould solve yo' problem. 

ROXY: Hollaz to the East Side. ???? 

JOHN: all you have ta do be br'n ha back ta life! Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

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