#nobody wants to twerk these days

[queenbeaver69]

It’s almost kinkmas!

[ncis-best]

Swallow it.

“Y/n run those reports for me” Today was like any other day, Gibbs was getting on your nerves so much that you needed a break. 12:45 came in time to go to get lunch so you got your bag and hit it for the elevator. You press the down button to the car garage, soon as the doors were bout to close a hand slide between them to stop it from closing ( get your mind out the gutter🤭).

Gibbs POV:

I was already running late for lunch, I missed breakfast today so I’ll be damn if I miss lunch. Y/n has been doing so well this week i almost thought about giving her a week off, maybe she needs it. Sitting at my desk I see y/n getting up and heading to elevator, I guess she’s getting lunch. I grab my wallet and keys and follow behind her, by time I got to her the doors was about to close but I was quick to slide my hand in between the doors to stop it,

Nobody’s POV:

The doors slide open, revealing Gibbs. Y/n smiles and slides to the right to let him which he does. The doors closed and silence was meet between them until..

“Hachoo!!” Y/n sneeze echoed through the elevator. “Bless you” Gibbs replied back while laughing. “Thank you…why are you laughing?” Y/n says with curiosity. “Your sneeze is cute” Gibbs says with a smirk on his face. Y/n felt butterflies between her legs as she smiles at his words. The doors open just in time, y/n damn near through herself out the elevator, she felt so hot standing next to him. “Y/n get a n the car” was all Gibbs said before getting in his truck. Y/n dose what he says and gets in.

Y/n POV:

Why did i even agree to this ugh omggggg. He smells so goo- “you want Chinese?” Gibbs speaks breaking your thoughts, “yeah sure” you say with a shrug.

A minute passed by and Gibbs and you are both at a booth eating and talking about almost anything that comes to mind. You never really felt so comfortable with this man, his smile, his eyes, his laugh all compliments him so well. He never fails to give that shit eating grin.

“Y/n can I tell you something?” Gibbs says while looking at his plate waiting on your response. “Yeah sure what’s up?” You respond back taking a sip of your lemonade.

“Have you ever noticed that your ass is getting fat?” WHAT!!!!!, you choked on your drink making you cough ten times harder, Gibbs gets up and pats your back making sure you’re ok. “you ok y/n?” You can tell he’s worried about what he said. “Yes I’m ok just shocked, I- I- haven’t noticed at all” you lied, you’ve noticed a couple of times, you even twerked in the mirror a couple of times just see if it moves. He looks at you while laughing a little, you smile back while laughing. You swear this man is funny when he’s not in the office. The check came and Gibbs offered to pay for you, you two head to the car and chat for a while when Gibbs gets a call. “Hold on let me take this” he walks off and answers the call, on the other hand you just sat there waiting on him to come back. 2 minutes past and Gibbs comes back, “we got a dead marine” he said while opening your door on the passenger side, “ugh again?” Every time you look up either someone is dead or Tony is flirting with someone’s mom. “Yep again” he says while turning on the truck putting it in reverse. “Don’t worry it will be over soon and who knows maybe we’ll go back to my place” you nodded at that idea, it even made you think of a little more. 

PART 2???????

[harlowtales]

Y/N feels trapped with a baby on the way and Jack distances himself to think

18 Plus Only - Adult Themes and Content

Nobody knew you were pregnant yet. You asked Jack to wait to even tell his family as it had just passed 3months and you didn’t want to jinx it. He was being super paranoid not letting you do anything, and barely go anywhere. He was hyper about germs and the cleaning lady had to be extra careful about how she disinfected every surface.

“Baby come on wash your fucking hands” Jack said one day exasperated and whipping out wipes to wipe your fingers like a child.

“Jack I can lick my fingers I’m at home.” You shot back with your mouth full of popcorn. “Hey when are we going out tonight?” You asked casually assuming you would be going to The Hub with your fiancée and asking to see what time you should get ready. Pregnancy was already making you more tired than usual and you wanted to take a nap before you left.

“Uhh WE?” Jack asked you back

“Yes. When are we leaving?” You repeated

“Baby.” Jack said calmly and sat down looking you in the eye “You won’t be going.”

“What??” You fumed “What the fu…” you firmly clamped your mouth as Jack was trying to not swear around the future baby.

He shot you a disapproving glance. “Please babe, stay home from now on k? Can’t have you in the mix anymore.” Jack explained and thought that would be that with a kiss on your forehead.

“Oh the fuck I’m not going. I’m not sitting home pregnant while you go out and girls seeing you ALONE?? Are you mental?” You raged.

“You don’t go on tour with me and I behave” Jack said to his credit. “You trust me I know you do. You just want to party.”

“No…um not true.” You said as he caught you in your true motives. You loved being out and hanging with everyone. “C’mon baby…Pleaaaassee” You begged flashing your megawatt smile and fluttering your eyelashes.

“That ain’t gone work.” Jack said sternly

“What about this.” You said going down on your knees and starting to pull down his sweatpants.

“Ok baby stop. You’d suck dick to get to go?” Jack said laughing.

“I’m going to be trapped for months after the baby is born.” You said pouting to which Jack finally relented.

“Ok mama you can go.” He said “But I’ll take a rain check on that sloppy toppy, I got some stuff to do before we leave.”

You took a nap and woke up around 6PM to get ready to go. Excitedly you texted your friends Jack actually said yes. You were only slightly showing with a hint of a bump. Most people had no idea you were pregnant, and you weren’t a heavy drinker so the fact that you turned down alcohol the last few weeks didn’t raise any eyebrows either. Urban knew and a couple of Jack’s friends who did security for him when he went out. This was to ensure you had extra protection.

You put your hair up in a ponytail with a longer extension for fun and put on a jumpsuit that wasn’t too tight to give the secret away. To go to the Hub you didn’t have to dress up. Jack thought you looked adorable which got him going even more than you looking ultra sexy.

“Mmmm” he said looking you up and down and pulling you close. “Can I jump in your jumper with you?”

“You passed on a blow job remember?” You reminded him as he kissed you.

Just then your driver and security buzzed up, it was time to go have fun one last time.

The energy of the club is what you needed. You dodged Jack and his friends successfully until the club started getting full. Jack sent Timo to hunt you down and bring you to where he was heading to behind “the wall”. “The wall” was the literal wall Jack’s friends formed in front of him when he went out to clubs so no random people could get too close to him.

Unfortunately for you who had just been convinced by your friends (who didn’t know you were 3 mos pregnant) to dance on the bar and you took the challenge, not because you were drunk but because you just wanted one last crazy thing to do.

“Whooo!! Go Y/N!!” They encouraged you as you twerked a little sticking your tongue out with plans to come down right away but Timo caught you and Jack spotted you texting Timo furiously “BRO TELL HER TO GET DAFUQ DOWN!” Jack texted in all angry caps.

You were in the process of coming down when you met Timo face to face as you touched the ground with his help. “Y/N! You are in trouble young lady.” He said sternly “Come with me.” He said taking you by the arm and whisking you off to where Jack was waiting beet red. You looked back at your friends who felt guilty for egging you on.

“Don’t” Jack said turning his head away as you went up on your tipi toes for a kiss. “I can’t even talk to you right now.”

“It’s called having fun old man.” You snapped “ I went up there on a dare for 2 mins”

“Can you act like a mother for 2 fucking seconds?” Jack angrily whispered. People nearby were trying to hear what was going on but fortunately the thundering bass drowned him out.

“Maybe I would act more like a mom if I wasn’t trapped!” You shot back hurting Jack deeply. All he had been doing was protecting you. He said nothing in return and sipped on his water to calm down. He reasoned you were being emotional given you were pregnant.

“Ok fine. 2 can play this ignoring game.” You said to him to which he pretended not to hear knowing it drove you nuts.

“Ok girly let’s go to the bathroom.” Urban’s girlfriend said taking you away to talk about what was going on with you. It was not like you to be so irresponsible. For once she agreed with Jack. “What’s going on mama?” Azura said kindly hugging you.

“He tells me what to do CONSTANTLY!” You said bursting into tears.

“He does always tell you what to do. Jack is like a stern father, I don’t know how you stand it.” Azura said trying to influence you to jump to Jack’s defence. Her and Urban had just got back together and she didn’t want to see you go through fighting with Jack while pregnant.

“Jack is not a stick in the mud” You said in his defence which Azura knew you would. “He is just trying to…oh I see what you’re doing. Nice one, making me realize my man just wants the best for me and his baby and maybe dancing on a bar is a bad idea.”

“Bingo!! You catch on quick” Azura said sarcastically making you laugh.

“Ok girl let me go apologize to my man.” You said feeling horrible for how you had spoken to Jack.

He was vibing in a corner not talking to anyone. The way you had acted had him down. He had fulfilled his obligation to appear at the club so he was just waiting for you to get out of the bathroom so the both of you could go home. He should have stuck to his guns and made you stay back. Now gossip blogs were going to be reporting about your 5 secs dancing on the bar and the obvious argument the two of you had. When they did the math months later and found out you were pregnant when you were up there, it’s going to be a mini-disaster.

“Ready? We’re leaving early, I have an early morning.” Jack lied.

“Baby���Jackman” You said reaching up to turn his sulking face to yours “I will never do anything like that again. I love you”

“Babe…no come on” He said avoiding your kiss as you reached around his neck to pull him down to you. He was really irritated and sad. It took you by surprise that you couldn’t work your magic and smooth it over. Urban and Azura exchanged concerned glances as you and Jack made your exit.

He was silent all the way home which thankfully wasn’t far from the condo. It was so awkward. When you got back you didn’t push him to talk to you and got ready for bed. Usually by now you guys would be joking again already. Jack didn’t come to bed with you. He sat in his studio room listening to a beat on loop with a pen and pad out. You tossed and turned while you heard the muffled beat through the bedroom walls. When you tipi toed into the studio you found him laying on the floor staring at the ceiling like he often did when he felt depression setting in. There was a whole bunch of scrunched up balls of paper that he had missed the waste paper basket with.

You said nothing and laid down on the floor in the same position next to him. At first he didn’t notice you and then glanced over but maintained his silence. You took a chance and reached out to hold his hand. He took it slowly and held it gently giving you a sense of relief. “Nice beat.” You said quietly

“Thanks. Clay made it.” He said expressionless

“Writer’s block?” You asked referencing all the crumpled up paper on the floor.

“Um sort of” He said turning to you propped up on his elbow “Do you believe in destiny baby?”

“To a degree. I’m not sure.” You said honestly turning to him. “Why?”

“I dreamt you and then I met you.” He said with a whimsical smile taking you by surprise and giving you tingles. “And now you have a part of me inside of you. We’re bonded forever now. Do you understand that means everything to me?”

“Not until now. I…I have felt trapped and sometimes…replaceable.” You said blinking to hold back tears coming.

“I could never do better than you.” Jack said moving closer and kissing you passionately. “Will you just trust that I always mean to do right by you?”

“Yes Jack I will.” You nodded as tears started to fall down your cheeks and he wiped them.

“I will always be here for this moment and wipe every tear as it falls.” He vowed in a near whisper. That’s it!! He said suddenly making you jump. “That’s the song! I’m unstuck! Thank you baby.” Jack said kissing you roughly on the head and leaping up to grab his pen and pad.

“Happy to help.” You said sarcastically “Don’t stay up too late.” You said yawning and heading to bed.

“Oh I’m coming to get some don’t worry” he said looking at your ass in your pyjama pants as you walked away.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice

[scarerjh]

Love Machine

Dieter Bravo x gn!you

Summary: One shot. Dieter just wants to make you smile.

Notes: Dieter is an absolute simp when he finds his person.

“Hey sweet thing,” Dieter greeted you as soon as you got home, taking your bag off your shoulder and hanging your coat for you. He asked you about your day before you give him a sweet, lingering kiss. He would always greet you when you came home but today it was just weird, a little too enthusiastic. You figured he must have broken your new favourite mug or shrunk another sweater trying to be helpful and do the washing. When he started massaging your shoulders as you walked towards the bedroom to change you called him out on his behaviour.

“Can I not just lavish you with attention?” he pouted.

“You can, and you do, but you’re up to something,” you eye him playfully as you turn to face him, sliding your hands up over his shoulders to dance your fingertips through the curls at his nape.

“You read me like a poem,” he sighed blissfully.

“So what is it my love?”

“I got something in the mail today, and I want to show you,”

“Well, where is it?”

“Babe, come on! This me, I’m not just going to show you, I’m going to show you,” he guided you to sit on the chair conveniently placed in the middle of the bedroom before disappearing for a few minutes. When he returned he handed you a glass of wine before setting up the speakers and pressing play, a cheeky grin on his face.

The first bars of Love Machine by The Miracles starts playing and you giggle; it’s a song you’ve often teased Dieter with, telling him he’s your Love Machine. You had a full and varied sex life together; Dieter's incredible amount of experience was comforting when you wanted to try something new. Your heart swelled for your sweet man as he started dancing for you, miming along to the words and pulling out all of his best moves. He’s in his customary crocs and green house coat, just to keep things extra Dieter.

As the chorus approached again he turned his back, giving you a coquettish look, throwing his robe off to reveal his bare shoulders and you hollered in approval.

“I’m just a love machine…”

Dieter turns suddenly revealing the tiniest pair of shiny, gold hot pants you’d ever seen, and he starts almost giving you a lap dance, dropping his robe to the ground.

“…And I won’t work for nobody but you,

I’m just a love machine…”

“Ah, no touching,” he smacks your hand away lightly.

“…A hugging and kissing fiend,”

 You nearly spill your wine from laughing so hard; from the goofy grin on his face you had given him just the reaction he wanted. You started dancing in your seat, singing quietly along to the music, enjoying Dieter’s show, wolf whistling as he twerked in front of you. As the song ends, he sits himself in your lap, a beaming smile on his face as he gasped for air.

“Fuck, my cardio sucks,” he chuckled. “Do you like them?” he snapped the waistband of the hot pants onto his skin.

“You were getting your Kylie Minogue on, it was incredible. She has nothing on you,”

“These are hers!” he mentions excitedly. “From the video,”

“No wonder you’re busting out of them,” your head was thrown back as you laughed. “Will and Benny are trying to make a break for it,” you mention his balls breaching the hem as he sits in your lap. “What made you get them?”

“You’ve been working so hard recently, and you’ve been so tired. I just wanted to do something to make you smile,”

“You are so fucking amazing, thank you. You have made me more than smile, the fact that you would go so far just to make me laugh makes me fall in love with you all over again,”

“Fall far enough to marry me?”

[phightinghottakes]

Ik there is alot of good art for Phighting out there but please I beg for less sexualised art of various characters and also ig slightly less ship art

Like no, I do not want to see Vinesplash with exposed nips and no, I do not want to see Banhammer twerking at me and no, I don't want to see each Phighter sticking out their foot in my face.

I mean ship art is okay but normal relationships exists too, I don't want to see 90% of art having 2 characters be them kissing or doing some suggestive because "quirky couple"

Like bro I just want some normal character art where I get to learn about the character without words and how they interact with each other outside of a romantic relationship (maybe like how each of the Thieves Den gang walk and talk while carrying groceries back to Slingshot's bakery, posture and simple dialogue can be everything)

Same thing when it comes for like commenting like I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS YOUR HEADCANONS FOR EACH CHARACTER'S I'm not even going to finish it, just know it's related to a certain part of the body of a demon that does not canonically exist and its honestly disgusting and nobody wants to know such information

I'm also looking at you, angst, yes the world of Phighting may be more violent than our world, but it can't all be pain or the lovey dovies, quiet moments exists too, and in a chaotic environment full of noise, silence and the enjoyment of simple things speak the loudest.

How characters are shown in such peace, and how they react to changes, even the most minor, is what makes them feel alive and real.

Ill also take the time here to quickly drop how I dislike the fandom for letting more popular people get away with things that they would've otherwise criticise less popular people

When making a mean comment to another person (or even valid criticism)

Popular: Funny, relatable

Unpopular: Jealous, Cruel

When drawing questionable stuff

Popular: Amazing, beautiful

Unpopular: Disgusting, foul

When calling somebody out

Popular: Support, defenders

Unpopular: Attacked, hated

Idk if the list above is accurate, but its based on what I have observed (and personal experience)

By the way most of these points that I had stated is mostly stuff I had observed on Twitter so I hope that here on Tumblr the community is more chill. In general I pray that one day the community would be less aggressive and frightening in general.

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[pineapplerightsideupcake]

So I didn’t want to dump this essay in the reblogs of someone else’s post but they were talking about how it’s scary that more and more US teachers are reporting kids that don’t know basic knowledge by middle school and have to learn emotional lessons at 10 they should have learned as pre K kids.

The person was at a loss to explain it but I think I can shed light on it:

Half the people I know who have kids just don’t parent. As in they do the bare minimum to keep them alive. So many kids just aren’t being raised at all. Food and clothing is tossed at them periodically by completely uninvolved adults. So they sit in front of a screen all day and don’t learn even the most basic things. A huge part of that is because everyone works all the time. Both my parents worked but my grandparents were homemakers or retired by the time I was born. Now kids go from overworked parents to overworked and over crowded and understaffed child care centers to exhausted grandparents that can’t afford to retire but at least can pick them up from school. My friend who works at a private school for 3-10 year olds says that there are tons of kids there from 6am to 7pm and that she knows about half her kids better than their parents do. At least in her (modestly) fancy private school she is actually educating them. Most kids have those same hours but in low quality programs or over burdened public schools.

My cousin who is a SAHM says that she’s often the only parent in the class that even responds to the teacher sending info home. Parents don’t go to meetings. They ignore phone calls home. They ignore calls to pick their kids up. A huge part of that is they’re working working working.

It’s why you see some 13 year olds twerking on TikTok and the others are self diagnosing DID and Tourette’s. It’s why there are 900 genders and porn sick 12 year old boys.

A friend of my sister’s nearly got her daughter taken away because she developed malnutrition because she was letting her basically live off candy. This woman was a cook/caterer. She worked 6 or 7 days a week. Shifts were often 12 or more hours. She couldn’t slow down because her husband developed a pain killer addiction because he’d already destroyed his back at 28 with non stop manual labor and warehouse shit. She was only able to worry if her kid ate protein or vegetables because my sister let her and her daughter move in with her until the divorce/financial crisis was settled. Most people aren’t that lucky.

A tremendous amount of people in the US live paycheck to paycheck. This was always how it worked for people in “low income areas”. And as long as those people were disproportionately black or non white immigrants nobody cared. How many movies are about a Brave White Teacher coming into low income schools and asking “where’s your mom?” And gets back “she works three jobs and dad left”. How often are the kids presented as being emotionally stunted, behaviorally challenged, and embarrassingly ignorant. “Wow Mr. S, you’re saying the earth revolves around the sun, not the other way around. Pssh, do a rap about it if you’re so right” But now that the wealth gap has widened to the point the average white household is as poor as this country was happy to let POC be, and POC have an even lower standard of living, suddenly it’s worth discussing.

It’s poverty folks. It’s crushing, inescapable poverty. And it’s not just now starting to be a problem. It’s just the first time it was affecting enough of the “right kind of people” to pay attention.

[carnagechicken]

An incomplete list of nhl players (past and present) who I think would be good strippers/exotic dancers (presented by someone who knows nothing about strippers, strip clubs, any type of clubs, dancing, pole dancing, etc)

Matthew Tkachuk > born performer who knows what audiences want. Looks great wet. Can't dance which is a con, but he could just pour water all over himself, stick his tongue out and smile and that would work just fine

Juuse Saros > One word: flexible. He comes on stage and you're thinking 'oh, he looks so sweet and innocent' and then bam! full splits center stage. (I've heard rumors that he can twerk in the splits and that's how he gets a party going)

Marc-Andre Fleury > another flexible guy, but his thing is performances that make people laugh and have fun. And then at the very end he does something to remind you that he's hot and you're gonna be thinking about it days later.

Tyler Seguin > (oh, come on, you knew he'd be on the list) VERY popular with the bachelor/bachelorette parties. He brings a girls gone wild energy that some people love and some people are turned off by, but he knows who's who and only interacts with the ones who like it.

Laurent Brossiot > interestingly, he never strips. He just walks on stage in full suit and tie, stands and poses for a minute, then leaves, and left behind is a room full of the horniest people you've ever met. He only does one show a week and it's wildly popular.

Kris Letang > I don't need to say any more, you get it.

Erik Johnson > he's just a fun guy. Perhaps not the one people find the sexiest but he gets a good back and forth with the audience and for that reason is a favorite.

Vince Dunn > the dancer who tries *so* hard to keep a sexy expression, but keeps going all smiley and blushy

Patric Hornqvist > this is a man who loves to be naked. No one has ever seen him in more than underwear.

Gabriel Landeskog > his thing is seductively putting his clothes back on. Comes out on stage naked, leaves it fully clothed. No one is quite sure why they like it, but everyone does.

Tristan Jarry > his shows are him removing a pair off laced up work boots. That is the only thing he takes off, even the socks stay on. Nobody complains about the lack of skin because they're all too busy with their boners and what being attracted to that even means.

*Other staff members*

Bouncers:

Jamie Oleksiak > he's the bouncer who looks really intimidating, you get to know him and realize he's a sweetheart, then someone needs to be kicked out and he takes care of it so fast you're left wondering if you're scared or horny (the answer is both).

Magnus Hellberg > he's got such a nice smile people forget that he could do some damage if he had to. He manages to pull of patting people on the top of their head without making it condescending.

Leon Draisaitl > Mostly just glares people into submission. And because Jamie and Magnus are *so* tall, he seems short. Right up until he has to go toe to toe with someone and everyone suddenly remembers he's actually really big. His favorite way of taking out people is a hit to the crotch, and if asked he'll claim it was accidental. He ONLY pats peoples' heads with condescension.

Adam Larsson > Works great with Magnus, they can speak about potential problems without alarming anyone as they both speak Swedish. very calm, very controlled, a real steady presence. But harass his baby (vince) and not even god can save you.

Waitstaff:

Tyson Barrie > will flirt with everyone but someone flirts back and he gets flustered. EJ and Landy constantly pulls him on stage to dance on him and get in a little light groping. He would complain but...he doesn't want to.

Bryan Rust > super helpful with explaining the menu (do strip clubs have menus? do they even have food?) If you make fun of his stutter Big Rig will kill you.

Conor Sheary > another guy under the protection of Big Rig. Costumer Reviews have described him as "a delight" "a sweetheart" and "he reminds me of my grandson".

Jeremy Swayman and Linus Ullmark > technically they're supposed to serve different tables but no one actually tries to enforce that. No one hits on them because anyone with a brain can see there's no point. Very flirtatious with each other. They hug after every shift.

Bartenders:

Brian Dumoulin > has great wine recommendations. Is such a great conversationalist you forget he's only wearing a mesh t-shirt and leather pants.

Sidney Crosby > serves drinks and looks. Work outfit is a crop top and black booty shorts that say "if you can read this, I'm bending over" on the ass.

Feel free to add more

[mal-urameshi]

Courting your honor part two 👀🙏🏾

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XIII

Courting with Honor II

A/N: I did some research but shit, I wasn't in depth. So suspend your disbelief for me when it comes to the locations I listed here in Chicago. Thanks.

Riri grinned as she excitedly laced up her University Blue Jordan 1s. She stood up and checked herself out from the back in her mirror. She swung her hips from side to side before giving her butt a light smack, “Damn, I think my butt’s getting big!”

She walked up to her dresser and neatened up her already perfect edges before flashing herself another smile. Her straight-backs were on point, courtesy of her mother, and she smelled extra good too. Riri mumbled along to the rap song that was currently blasting in her room as she linked a gold chain around her neck while bopping her head, “Making all this money on my boss shit! Everything I do I keep a profit!”

“You fly as hell Riri.” She creased a finger over her already manicured eyebrows, “Ain’t nobody can test you. Ain’t nobody can do it like you!” She applied some lipgloss and smacked her lips together while she admired the way her arms looked in her crop top.

“Cash Money Records taking over for the 99’ and the 2000s!”

“Yo! This my song!”

Okoye nibbled on the last of her bread as her cup of tea vibrated across the table, which in turn caused some of the dark liquid to spill out of the cup, due to the sheer force of the music’s bass.

Okoye took up her cup and took a sip from its lip as she walked over to Riri’s room. She pushed open the door and was blessed by Bast herself with the sight of her daughter twerking her heart out in the middle of her bedroom.

“Girl you looks good won’t you back that ass up!” Riri rolled her hips to the beat of the music, completely oblivious to her mother taking in the show.

Okoye placed her cup on Riri’s work table, but the porcelain was on a mission to be bumped off the mahogany top. Okoye quickly remedied this by placing a particularly thick book over it to prevent any unfortunate messes.

She glanced over at her daughter who still hadn’t noticed her, lost in the music and high off of her excitement for the events of the day still to come. Okoye smiled and decided to join in on the fun, she gave a clap and jumped on beat with Riri.

Riri turned around and noticed that her mother joined in on her vibe, which caused her to laugh, “Go Mama! Go Mama! Throw that waist aye! CMB make you drop it like it’s hot! Drop it like it’s hot!” She rushed over to her bed and grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and started making it rain on Okoye, “The nyash is nyashing!”

Mother and Daughter fell over each other in laughter as the song came to its conclusion.

I got a bone to pick! I don’t want you monkey-mouth-

Okoye used her kimoyo beads to pause Riri’s music, “I swear, the neighbours are fed up of you.” She laughed as Riri picked up her money from the floor and put it in her purse.

“They dealt with my ass for 16 years, this ain’t new to them. They know what to expect.” Riri shrugged playfully as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“Just know that I’ll be the one getting complaints while you are off on your date in the States.”

“C’mon, Ma! It’s almost the middle of the day. Ain’t nobody care about the music. Besides, Kendrick is good for the soul.” 

Riri busted out a little dance in giddiness; she barely slept last night. All she could think about was Chicago. She was so excited she woke up super early, about to get ready but it had completely slipped her mind that timezones existed. 

Riri still didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to convince her mother to allow her to stay just a little over 15 hours in the states for her date with Shuri. Her excuse was that eight hours wasn’t nearly enough to properly immerse herself in the rich culture of Chicago. And although 15 wasn’t enough either, it was at least 7 hours more than she was initially allowed. So Riri was grateful. And 15 hours meant they had to get a very early start. So she and Shuri agreed to leave at 11am and it was almost time to leave!

“Bring back a souvenir for your Umama.” Okoye chimed as she took her cup from under the book and sipped it on her way out. 

Riri trailed behind her, ”Don’t worry Ma! I will! This’ll be like all the times you went out and bought stuff back for me. I’m definitely bringing home pizza and stuff. And snacks! Maybe an “I <3 Chicago T-Shirt’ too, just to be cheesy.” 

Okoye made a face, “Bast, please, no shirts.”

Riri’s beads chimed with a call from Shuri and she quickly answered, “Hey, Riri I’m outside.”

“Okay! I’ma answer the door.” Riri hung up and did a little jump in excitement, “She’s here!”

She ran to the door and opened it before running into Shuri’s arms for a hug, “Hey!”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “Hey!” Shuri then held Riri’s hand and made her do a little spin, “You look really good! Those cargos hug you really nice”

Riri smiled, “Thanks. I wanted to look cute but be practical since we gonna do lotsa walking, you know? I was feeling myself.” She then gave Shuri a once-over, “But look at you!”

Shuri held out her arms and did her own little spin, allowing her orange skirt to dance with her movements, “Oooh! I didn’t flash you did I?” She teased.

“You sure you wearing panties under there, girl?” Riri looked her up and down with a smirk. 

“Ah!” Shuri clutched her imaginary pearls, “I am a decent young lady with honor and class.” She mocked her mother’s tone, which caused Riri to laugh.

Okoye walked outside and gasped, ”Oh my gosh! You girls look so adorable!”

Shuri beamed and Riri blushed.

“Thank you, Okoye.”

“Let me take a picture of you both!” 

Riri and Shuri already knew the drill. It’s been like this ever since they were kids. They hugged each other as Okoye snapped the first picture before switching poses. They both kicked a leg up for the next one.

“I wanna hold you from behind for the next snapshot.” Riri exclaimed as she positioned herself behind Shuri and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“You’re mighty confident that you’d be visible in the frame, Riri.” Shuri teased before placing her hands over Riri’s for the picture.

Riri looked up at Shuri with a smug expression, “Please, I eat confidence for breakfast. You know this.”

Okoye swiped through the pictures, “The both of you are too cute!” She looked up from her kimoyo beads as she walked over to them, “Have a great day, okay?” She hugged and kissed Riri, ”Be safe.”

Riri hugged back Okoye, “Yea Ma! I will.”

Shuri held Riri’s hand as they walked over to the Royal Talon Fighter that was parked a little distance away.

“Can the both of you walk any slower? We’re burning daylight here.” T’Challa mockingly shook his head.

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Shouldn’t you be fawning over your girlfriend right now? It’s my date, not yours.”

“Nakia’s coming with us?” Riri queried.

Shuri silently nodded and then cleared her throat, “‘As much as I love my little sister and her long time best friend turned girlfriend, I’ll be bored watching them have their fun while I chaperone. So I deserve some company too.’” 

“So what I’m hearing is we don’t have to have a helicopter sibling watching over us?” Riri asked as she swung both their arms as they boarded the ship.

“Correct! He’ll be too busy being Goo-goo Gaga to really pay us any mind.”

“Nice!”

Riri greeted Nakia before she took her seat next to Shuri who pulled out two phones, “iPhone or Samsung? We have to blend in, after all.”

“Yo!” Riri excitedly grabbed the iphone out of Shuri’s grasp and quickly scrolled through the features and noted the specs., “I think my great-great-great grandma used this kinda tech. Dang. It’s all clunky and shit. This is really the best Steve could do?” She pressed the phone to her arm and raised it again. “No built-in healing functions or anything?”

Shuri giggled at Riri’s roast and leaned back in her chair.

“So, what are the plans for today?” Riri drummed her fingers on Shuri’s lap in anticipation.

She held her fingers up to her lips, “It’s a secret.”

“Aw, come on! I’ve been nervous all week! The anticipation is killing me!” Riri slumped herself in the chair and crossed her arms.

“Okay, okay. Fine, since you want to be a sad baby about it, we’re going to the DuSable Black History Museum and Education Center. That’s the first venue.”

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Riri kicked up her feet and relaxed for the rest of the ride while making conversation with Shuri.

Just a little under two hours later, they touched down and arrived in front of the museum. Riri’s eyes sparkled in wonderment as she gaped at the building. Shuri grinned and swiftly snapped a picture of her girlfriend, “First memory procured.”

Riri held Shuri’s hand, “Let’s go inside!”

T’Challa cleared his throat to catch their attention, “Ring me on your cellular devices when you are ready to go to the next venue.”

Both girls nodded and hurried inside.

Nakia looked up at T’Challa, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching them?”

T’Challa lightly shrugged, “Yes, but they can take care of themselves. Shuri only asked me to come so that Mama would say yes. Besides, the Doras are in the area keeping a watchful eye on them. Do not worry, my love.”

“As you wander through these hallowed halls, you’ll encounter exhibits that chronicle the journey of Black pioneers, activists, artists and visionaries who shaped our nation. Discover the extraordinary legacy of Jean Baptiste Point DuSable, a Haitian-born trader who founded Chicago and ignited the flames of freedom.”

Riri listened in enjoyment as the guide talked about each exhibit with enthusiasm, tugging Shuri every which way to get closer looks at the artifacts and any amount of pictures her clunky phone could possibly hold.

“Hey!” Shuri called Riri over and pointed to a picture of a woman on display, “She kinda looks like you!” She read her name., “She went by Judy Harmon.”

Riri grinned,”You think she looks like me? For real?”

Shuri vehemently nodded, “Stand next to the picture so that I can get a photo for you!”

Riri did as was told and chucked her deuces up with a smile.

After the tour was over they both stood outside as Riri excitedly went on tangents about the knowledge that was bestowed on her, “Isn’t that awesome?! The Black Panthers had breakfast programs to feed the people in the communities, healthcare clinics.” She spun around and skipped down the stairs. 

“Man, it’s fucked though what they did to Fred. Like…imagine the waves of change that could have happened had they not run up in his house and offed him like that.” She sucked her teeth and shook her head.

“And Huey. P. Newton! Ugh! He’s such a fricken badass! I want a poster of that shot with his gun on my wall back home! Black Power!” She threw a fist into the air as she jumped down the last of the steps.

Shuri grinned at Riri’s happiness, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself, Riri. I can’t resist patting myself on the back for organizing this. You’re so vibrant!”

Riri patted Shuri’s back for her, “Nah. You outdid yourself and we were only at the first venue! I wanna see more!” She took a deep breath and exhaled, “It feels good being worldly.” She found herself going on another tangent as they walked down the street, “Despite all the suffering and hardships they went through as a people, the Black Americans still persevered. Even though they had their roots…beaten out of them. They managed to create something entirely new for themselves. Nah, I shouldn’t say that. Not everything was stripped of them, because the roots that dem colonizers tried to completely cut out from the Motherland still bleed into their culture in one way or another. The similarities are there. But man, they’re so innovative. I love that for them. They did that shit, man. Their spirit is contagious.”

Shuri silently nodded as Riri ranted. She’s heard Riri’s passions for the Black Americans on numerous occasions but she never tires of it. Riri had admired them to the point of picking up quite a few…or a lot of their ways. Their vernacular being the most prominent. But she never minded it, even though there were those back home who found her quite…peculiar for doing so.

“So what’s next?”

“We can either go to Millenium Park or…”

“You’re gonna show me the Bean?! Let’s go!” 

T’Challa held up the cellphone as Shuri and Riri made funny faces at the camera. Shuri then plucked the phone from her brother and took selfies in their reflection of the sculpture, “Damn we look good!”

“No lies were told. You think we could climb that thing?”

Shuri looked at Riri and then the bean with a smirk, “As much as I’d love to, I’m sure that would be a law we would be breaking. And I’m not trying to get in trouble. I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You right, you right.” Riri agreed before the both broke out into laughter.

Soon enough, they found themselves on the Great Lawn having a picnic.

“How many of my arteries do you think are gonna be clogged by the time we get back home?”

Shuri crossed her legs, “All of them.”

The couple had an assortment of food laid out on their blanket: Deep dish pizza, hotdogs, buttermilk donuts, cinnamon rolls, nuggets and fries. You name it.

“That hotdog looks like it’ll give someone diarrhea.” Shuri side-eyed the bun.

“That’s the thrill of it. Will it? Won’t it? The good news is you’ll be able to go in the Talon Fighter and not those public restrooms," she chuckled and she picked up the hotdog.

“You can get food poisoning by yourself.” Shuri gave her a once over before she grabbed her phone, “But first a video for…documentation purposes!”

Riri looked into the camera and showed off the hotdog, “Welcome back to my channel! Today we’re doing a mukbang. This is called…the bad habit… doggy-style.”

Shuri snorted behind the camera, “The what?”

Riri gave a lopsided smile and shrugged, “I have to make it sound interesting because this crap ain’t a regular hotdog!”

“Okay, okay! Keep going!”

Riri waved around the hotdog, “Today we’re gonna find out if I’m gonna get exploded guts from this bad-boy or if Shuri is just being paranoid.”

Shuri turned the camera on herself, “I don’t think the street vendor washes his hands frequently, but Riri insisted it is part of the American experience. My kimoyo beads are on standby for any projectile vomiting that may ensue.”

The camera was back on Riri and she was now looking nervous.

“You know what on second thought...”

“No, no! You have to eat it! You insisted on buying it.”

“You out here making me rethink!”

“Pussy!! Pussy! Pussy!” Shuri bellowed through her laughs.

“I ain’t no pussy!”

“Eat it! Eat it!”

Riri sighed and bit into the hotdog and chewed a few times, “Bruh it ain’t that bad!”  She bit into it again, “Like…it tastes well seasoned.”

The camera was on Shuri’s face again, “We’re all gathered here today in remembrance of my girlfriend, Riri. She was such a smart girl. But not smart enough to refuse food from filthy-”

Riri grabbed the phone and handed the hotdog to Shuri, “Experience it with me, baby.”

“I will not share a toilet seat with you.”

“Just try it, it’s good! I swear!”

Shuri eyed the hotdog and took a hesitant bite, “Oop- there Shuri goes, the glizzy in her mouth.”

Shuri threw a balled-up napkin at Riri as she laughed.

“Look at you! How does it taste?”

Shuri licked the corner of her mouth, “It is���acceptable.”

“Nah! You liked it! Admit it!”

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Okay. It was tasty.”

Shuri put down the hotdog as Riri killed the camera and tried one of the donuts.

“How is it?”

“Eh, too sweet and…creamy for me.” She handed it over for Shuri to try.

Shuri bit into it and shrugged, “I don’t think it’s that bad, actually.”

“So, where are we going next, Shuri?” Riri crawled over to Shuri to press a kiss to her lips, removing some of the cream that resided there.

“There is a concert here later this evening that I would have liked us to see, but I have somewhere else planned.”

Riri hung her head before making eye contact again, “Are you gonna tell me where it is?”

Shuri smirked, “Nope. That’s the finale! But we can go to Navy Pier!”

Okoye fiddled with her kimoyo beads, “Maybe I should call her to see how she’s going.”

Aneka groaned, “Okoye, leave Riri alone, she’s in good hands. She’s responsible.”

Ayo hummed in agreement, “Yes, yes. You worry too much. Let my niece enjoy herself.”

Okoye pouted,”But it’s just to check in, though.”

“No! What was the phrase? You will be cramping her style. I know if I was on a date, I’d hate it if my mother was calling me while I was trying to have a good time.”

“Yes, but I can’t help but wonder about the danger. What..what if one of those psychopath mass shooters pop up, eh? Bast forbid.” Okoye crossed her arms.

“Yes! Bast forbid! Geez, Okoye. Try to lighten up! You already told her she could go. There are two Doras with her, a War Dog who is also a former Dora and the Black Panther! Riri is fineee!” Aneka pulled a palm down her face.

“Okoye, you’re stressing out my wife, have a heart.” Ayo rubbed Aneka’s shoulder.

Okoye scoffed, “She is stressing herself out.”

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. “ Aneka teased, “Maybe this is like…some sort of pre-empty nest thing.”

“I do not need to do anything.” Okoye sighed, “Fine, maybe I am a little paranoid about Riri’s safety. It’s just that I know she’ll be safe in Wakanda, no matter what. Out there, I am not afforded that same peace of mind. When you have children, maybe then you’ll understand.”

Ayo placed a hand over Okoye’s, “Koko, Riri is like our own child too, and I understand your worry, but she’s responsible and growing up. She may not even want to stay in Wakanda forever. She could very much want to explore the world…which is more likely than not. And that’s okay.”

Okoye sighed, she heard what they were saying. She was hearing them. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Alright. I won’t cramp her style.”

“Thank Bast! You’ll see her in..however many hours are left in the day. Use this time to be free!” Aneka threw her arms up, “You’re child-free! Let’s go bar hopping! I’m tired of being cooped up in here.”

Ayo nodded, ”I’m in.”

They both looked at Okoye expectantly, “Alright. Let’s go!”

Riri popped the final three balloons with her darts and received a huge ego boost from Shuri’s cheering, “That was amazing, Riri! Your dexterity is unmatched.”

“I mean, no matter what it is, I’m good with my hands.” She winked at Shuri before the carny handed her the large stuffed black cat she picked out. Riri then turned to Shuri and presented it to her, “For my special girl.”

Shuri hugged the plushie extremely tight, “Ahh! He’s so cute! I shall name him Vibe!”

“You’re too freaking cute! Come here!” Riri hugged Shuri who returned the hug.

Shuri’s phone chimed with a notification and her eyes sparkled.

“Riri, remember that surprise I was telling you about?”

“Yea? Is it time?”

Shuri grinned and nodded, “I’m taking you to a Bull’s game!”

“Shut the heck up! You’re lying!” Riri squealed and jogged on the spot, “Are you being for real?”

“Yes! I know how much you love basketball and are a fan of Michael Jordan. So I had to come through for my girl.”

Riri tried to calm herself down, “Oh my God, Shuri. I love you!”

“Vibe loves you too,” Shuri made a kissy face and pressed the plush to Riri’s cheek, “And by the way, they’re floor seats.” She mentioned smugly.

Riri slapped her chest a few times, ”Don’t do me like this Shuri, my heart can’t take it.” She placed her hands on her knees.

“What are we waiting for? We have a game to get to!”

Shuri went to drop off her things in the Talon Fighter and emerged with two Bulls jerseys with the number ‘23’ emblazoned on them along with two hoodies.

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Authentic?” Her eyes bulged as she inspected the material.

“Right off of Jordan’s back himself. You know I’d never give you anything bootleg.”

Riri jumped up and gave Shuri a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She handed over one of her hoodies as well, “It’ll be cold in there. So wear it under your jersey.”

Not needing to be told twice,  Riri threw on the hoodie and Jersey as they were walking inside.

After the game, Riri couldn’t stop talking about it as they were walking out, “Yooo that buzzer beater gave me chills! Lonzo was decent and Derrick really pulled his weight-”

Riri’s mouth hung open “Oh. My. Bast.”

Shuri followed Riri’s gaze at what beheld her. Or rather...who.

“That…Shuri that…that’s…”

“Michael Jordan. Yes.” She smirked as he was held up in conversation with someone.

“Did you know he was gonna be here?”

Shuri just shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.”

“You think he’d autograph my jersey if I asked him?” She whisper-shouted.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

The couple walked up to the man and Riri cleared her throat and waved at the man when he acknowledged them.

“Hi…Mr Jordan. I’m a really big fan and I don’t wanna seem rude or seem like I’m imposing or bothering you.” She gesticulated and scratched the back of her head, “But I was wondering if you could sign my jersey for me? Please?”

Michael smiled and nodded, “Sure! Do you have a pen?”

“Shit, no. I don’t.”

“I have one!” Shuri handed him a black marker.

Riri spun around and waited for him to sign her shirt. When he was done, she thanked him right before he excused himself.

“Shuri! How did you do that?”

“Do what, Riri?” She folded her lips to contain her laughs.

“Make him appear outta thin air!”

Shuri snickered, “I just did my research. I saw that he was going to attend this game in particular so I just…made it happen. I knew how much you’d have loved this.”

“Loved it? Nah I died and went to heaven or something!” She took Shuri’s hand in hers as she walked out. She pressed her lips to Shuri’s wrist and then hugged her arm,”I really enjoyed today, Shuri.”

Shuri grinned and patted herself on the back, “I’m so happy that you did! I was a little worried that you wouldn’t have liked it for some reason. You can say it was the nerves.”

“Nah! I loved every bit of this!”

They both entered the Royal Talon Fighter where T’Challa, Nakia and the two Doras were already waiting, “Every minute, itty bitty tiny detail of it. You carefully planned out everything and…” She made an exploding gesture.

“My mind is blown! Like for real. I can’t compute right now.” 

Shuri sat down in her seat and Riri took off her shoes to properly cuddle in her lap “I know my ass is gonna sleep good when I get home.” Riri murmured.

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri and rested her cheek against her forehead, “Same. My body is dead tired. I’m really glad you enjoyed yourself though.”

“Mmm.”

Shuri helped Riri inside with her food and souvenirs she got for her mother, just when Okoye walked into the house.

“Mama? I thought you were asleep?”

Okoye shook her head, ”I went on a night on the town with your Aunties.”

“Oouuu. Did you have fun?”

“Yea, I had fun! I brought back some stuff for you too! As promised.” She scrunched her brows, “It felt really weird spending money. It was kinda ghetto though, not gonna lie.”

Okoye laughed at that, “Indeed it is.”

Shuri gave Riri a hug and kissed goodbye. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Riri nodded while giving Shuri one last hug, “It was really fun, Shuri.”

“Anytime, Riri. And there for sure will be a next time.” 

Riri waved her off as Okoye locked up behind her.

“I take it your day went well?”

“So good, Mama.” She walked over to her mother and hugged her, “I learned so much and ate so much and I even caught a Bull’s game.” She slightly slurred, the events of the day finally catching up to her.

Okoye pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “I’m happy to hear that, my Pebble. Come, you should go rest.”

Riri held up her arms, “Carry me, please Mama. I’m sooo tired.”

Okoye allowed Riri to wrap her arms around her neck as she hoisted her upwards and walked to her room, “All right. Bedtime.”

“And I ate a probably food poisoned hotdog, but it was so good. I brought home haf. You gotta try it, Ma.”

Okoye laughed out loud at that and affectionately rubbed her child’s cornrows, “Okay, Riri.”

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

[pickle-the-lad]

Let's face it, nobody is happy with the politics of our world right now. It doesn't matter if you are a member of the 2SLGBTQIA+ community or a far-right wing fascist or anything in-between those two points. Absolutely nobody who is sane is actually looking forward to voting for either Trump or Kamala in November. What the hell kind of choice is that? Trump claims he created the vaccine that he now campaigns against, while failing to drain the swamp, build the wall or do anything else he said he would do. Kamala is a former cop who falsely sent innocent black men like Jamal Trulove to prison and now she wants to be president by hoping we hate Trump enough to overlook her flaws. Both of these people will continue to cater to big corporations and send money to nations that wage wars on brown people for political points. You can't tell me you really think either of these people deserve to be president!

You are going to say that we have no choice, we must vote for the lesser of two evils. But you are wrong. We do have a choice. We just need to get a grassroots movement going for a write-in candidate. And you and I both know someone famous and deserving enough for the job. That's right! You know the "Tumblr famous" person I'm talking about! r4cs0!

I'm sure you know r4cs0 since he is widely known as the "Tumblr famous" blogger responsible for such memorable posts as the Metal Gear Solid twerking simulator and the post which resulted in the Tumblr developers implementing Tumblr Live! What you may not know is that his real name is Carlos Albuquerque and he has political experience serving on the Idaho Wolf Depredation Control Board (IWDCB)! r4cs0 is the only candidate who cares about the concerns of his fellow Tumblr users!

If elected President of the United States, r4cs0 will implement many immediate reforms! He will end all foreign wars by launching tactical nuclear strikes on their capital cities, effectively ending both sides in every conflict. r4cs0 knows the pain of student debt, as he himself is still trying to pay off his loans from his degree in gender critical anthropology, so he will prevent the government from collecting these loans by personally killing every employee of the department of education. As a Mexican immigrant himself, r4cs0 has a definitive plan to address immigration reform. Every person in the U.S. will lose their citizenship and have to reapply! Most importantly of course, r4cs0 will ensure that every last wolf on earth is finally hunted down and eradicated once and for all!

So in November, remember: r4cs0 for Prez!

No💖

There's no way to get enough write-in using a username for them to win. Please don't spread this all over Tumblr expecting people to vote for a Tumblr user that no one knows about.

Sadly, with how our system is, we have to vote for the lesser of two evils no matter what you say.

I understand the pipe dream, but my goodness, I have no idea who this person is, and you're asking me to write them in!! No one is flawless, even your preferred "candidate".

Add on the fact that you can't just write in a username and expect them to take it!! You literally have no idea how this works. I would be surprised if you're not 13 years old... at the end of the day, your suggestion will just put Trump in office.

[kpopcookie0813]

NCT REACTION TO YOU DOING THE WAP (MAKNAE LINE)

Warning: Kind of smutty....

Xioajun:

HE LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!🙂🙂

I feel like he would also give a stank face cause you think you cute ( And you are queen PERIOD). Yeah he would not like it one bit lol lowkey judging you.

Y/n: Junnie look X: *stops what he is doing to look* X: *gives you the gif look* Y/n: Fuck you to then😑😒

Hendery;

DIS MINE RIGHT HERE!!!!(6/9)🤪🤪

I feel like he would be a flirt. He will give you that look and ask if you wanna take it to the room.

Y/n: *you start doing the dance* H: Hey baby what you- damn🤤 Y/n: *you turn around* what H: *walks up to you grabs you by the waist pulling you close and whispers in your ear* Let's take this to the room.😈😏 Y/n: O-okay😳

Renjun:

INJUNNIE😊😊😊

I feel like he would just stare until you notice that he is staring.

Y/n: *doing the challenge* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *looking over the video making sure you did good* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *you turn around and see him staring* Damn boy take a picture it will last longer *you laugh* R: Good idea Y/n: *rolls eyes playfully and laughs again*

Jeno:

HE GETTIN BIG!?!?!?!?!😳😳😳

He would be like Johnny and tell you to go sit down somewhere cause you not shakin no ass for nobody but him.😂😂

J: Baby what are you doing? *He says coming in your room* Y/n: *stops making video and hides phone* Nothing. J: Why are you hiding your phone? Y/n: I-I'm not. J: Okay well then let me see Y/n: *hands Jeno the phone* J: *sees what you were doing and glares at you* Why were you making this video Y/n: Because my fans asked me to do the challenge. *Laughs nervously* (Your TikTok famous) J: *laughs sarcastically * Don't do it again Y/n: But- J: *glare* Y/n: Fiinne

Haechan:

I feel like his reaction would be like Hendery I'm mean they are like twins.🤩🤩

Y/n: *practicing the dance while singing the lyrics out loud* THATS SOME WET ASS P**** GET A BUCKET AND A M- H: BABY WHY ARE YOU YELL- *sees you twerking*😦😦😦 Y/n: *turns around and sees Haechan* Channie whats wrong H: *comes up to you pulls you to him to where your lips are almost touching and grabs your ass* You just looked really sexy doing that dance and I think I have a problem now because of you. Y/n: *kisses Haechan* He picks you up and y'all got to the room and you know what happens😏.

Jaemin:

HE BEEN LOOKIN A LIL TOO GOOD LATELY!!!!!😏😏😏

Prepare to be up under a needy, clingy, and attention seeking boyfriend all day. After he sees you doing that dance you probably won't be going anywhere for days because he wants you all to himself.

J: Princess where are you? he says looking for you. Y/n: * doing the dance* I'm in the living room. J: *looking on his phone then looks up* Oh I just- shit *sees you hit a perfect split while twerking* Y/n: *finishes then turns around* What?! J: Oh, um Can we cuddle please🥺🥺 Y/n: *you laugh* yes Jae 😊 J: *pulls you on the couch and y'all cuddle all day*

YANGYANG:

Since this boy reminds everyone of annoying orange (He still my baby tho. 7/9),😂😂😂 I think that he will mess up your video to annoy you cause deep down he know he don't want you dancing like that on camera. You would be making the for the 55th time and finally got it right almost being finished and he messes it up.

Y: *walks in the room to see you dancing* Y/n: *messes up again* ugh I hate this shit *tries again after complaining* Y: *starts thinking of a way for sabotage and immediately knows what to do* Y/n: *feels happy cause it's going well* Y: 1 2 3 *jumps in-front you messing the video up* Y/n: YangYang what the fuck🤬 Y: *laughs* aww baby, come on it was a joke *pinches your cheeks* Y/n: *smacks hand* *roll eyes and walks away*

Shotaro:

HE SO CUUTTEE.🥺🥹

He would be flustered and turned on. Gets shy on how to ask for help with his problem that you caused. He might even help if you help on the dance.

Y/n: *practicing the humping part on the ground to get it right* S: Bebe I wanted to know if-😳*sees you trying and gets turned on* Y/n: Baby can you help me please S: Y-yeah sure Y'all might be doing a lil sum sum later to fix his problem *wink wink*

Sungchan:

HE LOOK SO NICE..😫

I don't really know what he would do. Probably stare at you like Renjun did but with lust.

S: *comes in your shared room and sees you dancing and stares* Y/n: Hey giraffe S: *snaps out of trance* Hey shorty *pulls you in his lap as he sits down on your bed* Y/n: I'm not short your just super tall *you say as you wrap your arms around his neck* S: yeah sure *pulls your hips close to his and leans in giving you a kiss and lays down with you in his arms* Use your imagination for the rest.

Chenle:

MY ONE AND ONLY(7/9)🤤🤤🤤

He would be over dramatic. You would know that he is in the room when you hear a dolphin scream. He might overreact but deep down he likes what he sees.

C: *walks in the living room when he sees you grinding* AAAAHH WTF Y/n: *falls on the floor in shock* CHENLE C: I mean it's not my fault you up in here bumping and grinding everywhere. Y/n: YOU DON'T HAVE TO SCREAM THOUGH C: Why you yellin at me😶 Y/n: Sorry it's just you was being to loud. *kiss him and he kisses back and you guys hug and watch tv together*

Jisung:

MY JISUNG PWARK(9/9)😯😯

Boy gon look like a whole red tomato. He gets so flustered over seeing all that ass shake.

Y/n: Sungie can you watch me do this dance to see if it looks good. J: Yeah, sure baby. Y/n: *starts doing the dance and almost finished* J: *watches you finish but is stuck for words* Y/n: So how was it. J: U-uuuhhhh it was amazing Y/n: Really are sure you're not lying, are you? Jisung: No no jagi it was really amazing it just caught me off guard. Y/n: *pulls Jisung to your face with hands on his cheeks and kisses him on the lips* J: *kisses back then after a couple of seconds pulls away* I love you Y/n: I love you too.

I know that Shotaro and Sungchan are in RIIZE now, but they were in the group when I wrote this story so, there gonna be in this and other NCT as a whole stuff from my book on Wattpad then after I add those drafts, they will be only in RIIZE. As well as Lucas he was in my wattpad book for NCT also so, same goes for him but he will be added with soloist section. Also, STAN RIIZE AND XUXI!!!!!

[lu3ky777]

Togami who’s your favorite cheating slut? Surely you have a girl that’s willing to lose it all just to have a piece of you~?

(This is why I want people to tell me how long they want there asks to be, I could talk about this for days)

“Well of course there are” Togami had a cocky smile as he recalled all the girls “Of course Toko would but she is desperate and isn't allowed into my chambers. But of course I prefer loyalty the most in a relationship, I don't appreciate surprises especially when it comes to women.” He said loyalty but of course he meant more like obedience.”Each girl in my harem has certain duties they must perform, for example: all must send me 10 lewd pictures in the morning and 10 at night. If they don't send them then they will be punished and must apologize.”

“But if you want to know the girls who would do ANYTHING for me then I'll list them off. Kyoko, Aoi, Celestia, Junko, Mukuro, Sakura, Chiaki, Mikan, Hiyoko, Sonia, Peko, Mahiru, Ibuki, Himiko, Miu, Kaede, Angie, Maki, Himiko, and of course Kirumi.” Byakuya then spanked Kirumi who was currently sucking his cock hard as he was talking causing her to suck way harder, meanwhile a half a dozen other girls were twerking and shaking their asses for him. “I'd say it's a miracle nobody has ever figured it out, but I think they're just that useless” 

[lothedon]

Hiatus Thoughts Part 1

1. Go see a doctor. Preferably a black female doctor but go see a doctor. I recommend Dr. Sabrina Williams.

2. I’m finally getting help with my ADD. 🥂 Here’s to better focus.

3. “Anniversary Reaction” is a real thing. Mentally you may think you’re past it but your body has its own memory.

4. At this big old age, I still hate needles. POKE-ahontas got my blood work done as SOON as I sat down. Barely a connection or nothing, Jeezus. She was smooth with it too. Quick & no pain. Great work POKE-ianna. Just sweet talk me a little before you put it in, aight!? 🤝

5. Ear worm: Thotianna Cardi B & YG remix

6. I LOVE BEING AN AUNTIE!!!!!

7. I want Indy to stop going viral for the WRONG reasons. WE make the wrong shit go viral.

8. The Last of Us is FINALLY a movie! 🙌🏽

9. I want to lose 14 pounds before Pardi Gras Ball.

10. My favorites songs from Drake’s “Honestly Never mind” are ‘Jimmy Crooks’ & ‘Calling My Name’. There were other good ones but those are my “go-tos”.

11. Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris (Diplo + Grand Theft Auto Remix)

12. I need workout gloves.

13. Back work outs are my favorite! I want a sexy back 😜

14. Making sure my nieces & great nieces hear Destiny’s Child’s “Writing On The Wall” is imperative. My nephew needs to hear it cause he’s a natural musician.

15. I need to attend some theater plays.

16. Venus in Pisces requires us to spend more time recognizing our emotions, enforcing boundaries, & receiving love. 🥰

17. One thing I loved about myself in my early 20’s is that I marched to the beat of my own drum music wise. On a regular, I didn’t listen to what’s popular with those around me. You’re guaranteed to hear something new.

18. My goal is decorate my room & bathroom to be like an expensive hotel & spa.

19. I need a full time job that I love.

20. This book about boundaries is bomb. The beginning of chapter 5 lets me know a conservative white man is writing it though 😒.

21. Focalin got my hunger suppressed like a mug! No more random snacking.

22. 👉🏽Results are always in the work we avoid.

23. Twerking over Squats. I’m working these thighs at all the parties/events I attend. I need to be twerking for at least a good HOUR!

24. 👉🏽Success is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.

25. IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK ON MY THYROID MEDS!!!

26. This tetanus shot is IRRITATING! 😣

27. I’m contemplating going back short & blonde 😩

28. Ain’t nobody engaged with me or reach out since I deleted the app. Ain’t no point in me having the app anymore. I put too much effort into engaging with folks for them to not want to engage with me. Time to become more exclusive.

29. Eargasm: Broken Clocks - Sza

30. Marc Jacobs need to come out with mini backpacks 😒

31. Progress. My legs are not shaking while skating.

32. Adding skating to my workout regime.

33. Feminine & Flirty.

34. Playing video games until 3am is a lot 😫

35. WHY IS MINECRAFT SO BORING???

36. Everybody needs to get back on Tumblr

37. Hopped on FB for a zip, did a quick scroll, & remembered why I need to keep the app deleted. Smh Too Much.

38. I’m about to just get a regular degular job somewhere. I’m tired of the emotional roller coaster with these jobs.

39. Sit ups/Crunches in variations REALLY makes a difference in one week with your normal work out. 🤯

40. I’m not even vegan but Tabitha is about to get all my coins.

41. I really miss the EDM & Hip Hop days.

42. I can’t date a man that doesn’t prioritize his sleep. You don’t care about your health at all.

43. Before I get back active on FB I need to unfollow a BUNCH of folks for various reason. The only way I’ll be happy online is if I see stuff that makes me happy.

44. 👉🏽Anger lets us know our boundaries have been violated.

45. The Lat Pulldowns gonna slim this waist. 😜

46. I want y’all to stop walking up on peoples cars unless you asking for help because it’s an emergency.

47. Stop paying non-existent debts with folks & do what’s best for you!

48. So y’all going to Target in robes and house shoes????

49. 👉🏽 Sometimes the answer is in the process. - Megan Brooks

50. 👉🏽 Proof of desire is in the pursuit. - Megan Brooks

51. I know Vasa is all the rave but what I do love about Planet fitness is that when I go, it ain’t packed.

52. NOT EMILY IN PARIS CALLED INDIANAPOLIS BORING????😫😂

53. Emily In Paris makes me want to move to another city SO BAD! Or at least travel & stay for a week 😭

54. Got my STD/STI/HIV test results back & they were all negative/non-reactive. 🎉🙌🏽🤩

55. Emily in Paris IS the “Sex In The City” -ish show I needed.

56. If I can get my vitamin D levels elevated in normal range I can lose weight, get rid of my asthma, calm my allergies, & have better focus. 🙌🏽🤩

57. I’m really gonna lose this weight & get the breast reduction. I want to go down to a C cup.

58. Before I die, I have to see Paris, France.

59. Who is this fine caramel man in Emily In Paris???😍

60. 2023 = Overdressed, Mix Match Print, Polished, Out The Box, Head Turning, Main Character, Neutrals & Pop Of Color/Colorful

61. For every sandal/heel purchase I must buy a tennis shoe. Build your sneaker collection.

62. Black, Brown, Purple, Cobalt Blue, Green, Orange, Dusty Pink, White, Navy, Yellow, Red (order in that order). For every black version order the color version. For every color version order black.

63. The Husband & Wife of Mielle Organics are still the CEO & COO of the company. They have NOT stepped away from the brand.

64. Can someone bring Fabulous back to Indy? He’s my favorite toxic.

65. This year I’m twerking to Back That Thang Up Juve every time I hear it.

66. Emily In Paris gives me “Sex In The City” + “Devil Wears Prada”.

67. I’ll never forget how “Go DJ” by Cash Money Records had y’all in a chokehold in middle school.

68. If Erykah Badu had “punk” or “goth” baby it would be Rico Nasty.

69. I wonder if the offspring of Vietnam veterans that were effect by Agent Orange are the ones who also have ADHD & Autism as well. (Of course not all people with ADHD & Autism)

70. Done is good. Good is extra. Completion over Perfection! For people with ADHD it’s better to half ass it & get it done versus never starting due to procrastination/fear of not doing it perfect!

71. If you want to see some black father & son content, watch 2Chainz & his some on YouTube as well as another black father & son duo called Daddy Seed. I’m here for the black father & son content.

72. I also love the black man luxury self care content too.

73. I’m learning to not be afraid to ask the “stupid” questions. And to ask people to be patient with me.

74. Yagi World is giving me Baby Phat track suit popularity trend in the early 2000s.

75. Not being apart of anything going on with the NBA ALL STAR 2024 makes me feel like I’m not enough or haven’t done enough. Personally, I’ve been feeling both simultaneously for years & I think I’ve had enough. Im ready to let it all go & pivot to the nothing related to marketing, PR, communications, ……nothing. Im 31 going on 32. I’ve been working in this since I was in college around the age of 21. Altogether 10 years. I have nothing to show for & no more doors are opening. It’s just not in me or for me anymore. I quit.

76. I hope to be out of town All Star Weekend. I don’t even want to be in the city. Hell I hope to have moved out the city.

77. I think I’ve been fighting depression and it’s caught me.

78. Mental Healness on Tik Tok is a great guy. It’s refreshing to see a black male open up about his mental illness to help others. He is a diagnosed narcissist & has so many men & women in his comments who has narcissism that are getting help because of him.

79. Values over goals. Ex:. Instead of “I will work out 3-5x a week.” You will say “I value movement. I value being pain free in basic tasks such as walking. I value energy. I value an able body.”

80. I want to go on a cruise for NYE 2024.

81. Prostate cancer is on the rise due to low testing. Fellas start getting tested as early as 40.

82. Beyoncé - “Church Girl” should be played more often.

83. It takes one day to get married but a lifetime to stay married.

84. I got all y’all looking at my story to see this light chick with the big butt. With the amount of attention y’all ran to my story with, I don’t want to hear y’all say anything about chicks who get BBLS, wear make up, &/or brighten their skin. YALL LIKE THAT VISUAL! 🤷🏽‍♀️

85. I’m unfriending a lot of men when I get back on Facebook. If we not family, genuine friends, you’re not inspiring me, we not hunching, or making money together….then I don’t see the point of remaining Facebook friends.

86. I may be single but I ain’t out here physically fighting a significant other. 🙌🏽

87. Everyone should watch “Bao” & “Red panda” 🥹

88. I LOVE BEING AN AUNTIE!🥰

89. Stop having relationship conversations with people you’d never consider dating or that are not on the same wave length as you. You’re wasting your energy.

90. I feel some type of way about the “hot Cheetos girl” trend in Tik Tok.

91. RIP Grandma Holla 🙏🏾

92. Teaching kids to set boundaries, how to respect other people’s boundaries, & supporting them while they are practicing is important. It is also important for them to watch YOU set boundaries, respect other people’s boundaries, & see you receive support from your tribe.

93. “It’s clear that I’m not feeling you & you not feeling me. On the G, what comes after A? Just let that let that Nigga B.” - Freaky T

94. Sunday is not a rest day from the gym or from moving the body.

95. Go watch “Shadow In The Cloud” on Hulu.

96. I got new bras! 🎉

97. If they make you anxious when they’re around then they don’t need to be around. Id have to say that is one time I realize my anxiety was actually the way my body is telling me something is wrong.

98. 🔑 “Sometimes your point is in your silence.” - Megan Brooks

99. “High value but no core values.” 🚫👎🏽

100. “Drake wants a Ayesha Curry but is Drake a Steph Curry!?” - KnoForSure Podcasts

[straightouttheslendermansionn]

𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Suicide Sadie

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem! reader, Sadie is mentally and physically scarred, fluffy :D

NOTE: So Sadie is no longer a creepypasta, but I'm insanely proud of this little drabble. Please support her original creator, @/pnckes on instagram! There, they have an official ref sheet for new Sadie!

Ah, homecoming.

The day where we celebrate the first home game of the season.

Brilliant.

I'd rather watch the game than be in here voting for a popularity contest, dancing, and forcing myself to awkwardly converse with people. Even if this is my last year of high school and I'm supposed to be "enjoying" myself. My friends ditched me to have what they call "fun," To each their own I guess, but I'm still a bit upset.

I'm getting butterflies and my legs are weakening under my fluffy dress. I can't do this anymore, really. But it'd be terrible if I went home early.

I mean, not terrible, but I'm not looking forward to a lecture about how I won't benefit from being antisocial. So I just have to force myself to smile and act happy.

I've felt this cold presence the whole time, though I swore that it was just weather. Everybody else looks so warm, but I'm getting colder and paler every moment. Even other people have noticed.

Then, in the corner of the room, I find this glowing light. I see a girl underneath it. She has beautiful blonde and flowing hair, a brown orb, and a... missing eye...?

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and I walked over to ask her about it. She started to glow a little as I walked up.

"H-hi there..." I stuttered. Her aura was cold, and not to mention, I'm socially awkward.

She looked away, and a blush had seemed to appear on her pale, glowing cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I-" I stuttered, and started to walk away, but her cold hand grabbed at me.

"No, please stay," she begged, giving me puppy dog eyes. They were almost irresistible.

"I'd think that you'd be scared of me, but somehow your reaction seemed more of being considerate and leaving me alone than being frightened. I'm not used to that." she said, a raised eyebrow and an awkward smile on her face. I could clearly tell that she wasn't used to talking to people.

"So... what happened?" I asked. She just averted her gaze. I thought I struck a nerve but then she looked back up at me and smiled at me again.

"While I'd much rather not explain," she said, but paused as if what was coming would be hard to phrase.

"I want to spend time with you."

"That's... interesting." I said, considering her proposal.

"I-if you don't want to..." she started, looking down at the ground, incoherently muttering the last part. Over the music it was hard to hear, but I understood what she was trying to say.

The air between the two of us was cold and silent for a moment. I probably look crazy over here, talking to thin air in a secluded corner while everyone else is twerking on each other and all that other junk. It's absolutely excruciating to watch, so I break the silence to distract myself. And this girl. I'm sure she doesn't quite like the look of the floor that much.

"You ever danced before? Y'know, with someone?" I asked her. She kept her head down. I was about to repeat myself when she responded.

"I could've, had my night not been ruined my a pig's blood shower." She muttered.

"You're joking, right?" I asked. She shook her head and a light chuckle came from her pale lips.

"Nope, kids were pricks back at my high school. Especially when most have a vendetta against you for being the prettiest or smartest or whatever." She slightly laughed through it, but she looked sad even through her laughter. I hesitated a little, but grabbed her hand gently.

"Wellllll since your dance was ruined for you and this is the song I requested, why don't we? I mean, it's no slow song, but it's still doable... I guess...?" I anxiously rambled. She averted her gaze and smiled, submitting to me.

"Lonely Dance" by Set It Off was playing. Nobody knew it, everyone was bewildered, but the adorable ghost girl and I took the floor. People must have seen her because everyone looked at me perfectly fine. The question is, how did they see her? Meh. Guess I'll never know. I'm no ghost expert.

She and I danced, incorporating ballroom dance with our own wacky moves. I sang along to it while dancing, and while my eyes were closed at certain points, I sensed her looking at me. She had been so taciturn and her mood so mundane and sad up until right now. Seemed like, for once, she was enjoying herself. It made me happy, especially considering the markings on her. Something must have happened, but all of that seemed to melt from her psyche for a good three minutes and ten seconds.

Lots of people had left the dance floor for this song, but eventually the bliss ended and the boisterous rap music rang through the sad little school gym that people called a "homecoming venue". Side note: truly disappointing, but it is what it is.

We got off the floor as soon as the snare and heavy bass started absolutely pounding our eardrums. She was actually dizzy and laughing. Even when she's laughing, she still looks upset. However, I'm glad she's enjoying herself.

"You wanna head out of here?" I asked her.

"There really isn't anything else that's gunna happen except for the crowning and if I know anything, neither of us wanna see that." I explained and she nodded in agreement. We headed for the exit, her arm hooked in mine.

We sat on the sidewalk near the school silently. It was serene; just fresh air and a calm dark night. The stars glowed and formed constellations in the sky. Tonight was absolutely gorgeous. I looked down at the girl next to me and she was still smiling. Albeit, it was fading, but remnants of the moment stay written in her expression. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm proud of you," I told her, my voice as soft as a cloud in the sky above us.

"Why? All I did was dance... and... talk to another person. And show myself in front of a bunch of dumb teenagers that are prone to forgetting me anyway." She responded, not recognizing the effort that she knows it took to do that.

"Just that, my friend," I began, "It takes a lot to talk to people, let alone a human. Especially in your position. It really is a lot and if nobody else is proud of you because it's 'something you should already know how to do', then at least I am. Take it from someone who has been in a shell for a while. From the looks of it, you've been too. So, I'm proud of you. You're brave."

When I finished speaking, she was tearing up and smiling. Blood was leaking from her gauged-out eye, but she still cried pretty, even though I never really wanted to see her cry.

Even though I have known her for but a good thirty minutes, something about her speaks to me in a way no other experience has.

"That was years too late... but that means more to me than you could ever imagine..." She said, choking up.

She hugged me, her skin cold as ice and her aura just as cold. She squeezed tight, not wanting to let go. Her face burrowed into the crook of my neck and she scooted closer to become more comfortable.

"Thank you," she whispered as she faded away. I was confused and sad, but it's a ghost thing I'm guessing. Saddening, no less.

"I'll see you again soon." Her voice lingered as her form dissipated into thin air and left me alone under the calming night sky.

"I hope so." I muttered.

[ianiohn]

People would say, "Slow down! You're making us

Look bad!" But the thing is, they mean it and want

To throw a monkey wrench into the work's to give

Me no excuse not to. And I see people set in their

Way's thinking they're old enough to sit back on

The lazy boy and nap their life away believing it's

Due them for the year's they've put in. Nobody

Walk's to stay limber, the street's are empty every-

Day and they'll get in the car to go next door. They

Rush through traffic and no pedestrian is ever fully

Safe, and they stiffen up because they have an ache

And take medicine that is slowly killing them. They

Don't remember how to be a kid very well and time

They blame for their woes. Everyone these day's

Has one foot in their home and one foot in the street

Being quite unaware, and it only take's a twerk here

And a signature there to put them where they'll

Need to be strong but the majority won't make it

The first day and it goes downhill from there. The

Time's are not their friend who has been appealing

To them to listen up and not be complacent and

Think it'll never happen to them. Trust is not an

Option when they'll fight with the neighbor because

They don't get their way and people separate when

Staying together and sticking it out is like one man

Can be over-powered but two men can overcome

And three strands make's a strong rope. But again

People are set in their way's and discipline and

Self-respect flew out the window long ago. The

Thing is that they can change and make a big dif-

Ference in their lives and in the lives of other's if

They'll only give up their pride.

[madalice31]

I deleted the post I wrote about Meg cause I thought, maybe I was too harsh. I had some conversations, heard from others and their perspectives. And I could understand where people were coming from. To an extent.

But you know, I need to keep my energy.

Miss Tee Noir did in fact convince me with the idea that maybe there were underlying levels to this shit. “Oh, y’all want to put so much emphasis on my pussy, well this pussy depressed. How bout dat?”

Like I can kinda feel what that’s giving. But guuuuuurl I thought about it and

Im not trying to discredit what Megan has been through. But if you gonna talk about it, girl talk about it. Match the music with the theme. Be all the way 1000 about the feelings and emotions.

Why we got a twerking beat and dance break in a song where you talking about self harm or falling into alcoholism. Talking about not feeling heard or protected. Talking about your traumas. Like these are heavy topics. And although the concept of the snake shedding its skin, I was here for, the execution is just ho hum. Like I appreciate what Tee was reading into it, but I don’t know if I quite believe that Megan herself set out with that message. It just wasn’t giving that level of vulnerability. It wasn’t giving that level of

…forethought. Or creativity even.

Like I said in my previous post. Give me a Dancing with The Devil or a Pills and Potions. Give me Stay.

If the topic is heavy the song needs to be sonically heavy. The video needs to be visually heavy. Instead it’s snake skin bikini and Vogue. It’s look at me while I get naked. I mean you want me to believe bad bitches have bad days too but baby, the motive seems to be this revenge body, not whatever mental/emotional growth you’ve had. And if you don’t feel like acknowledging it, then don’t. Nobody said you had to put your personal experiences in a song. Regardless of how public those experiences were. But if you gonna do it… be real. Sex appeal don’t need to be added to every fucking thing.

And I wish she would have given us that instead. It’s such a missed opportunity to say I’m more than the Meg y’all have come to know, or at least I’ve evolved past her. But I don’t think Megan has really grown. I think Cobra was just to say she won. I mean there’s a rock remix for fucks sake. That song is a “kiss my ass” to people. Not a, here’s my story song.

Update: Nikki started Pink Friday 2 with one of her most vulnerable songs to date. At first, I didn’t even like it. Mainly because I didn’t like how much of the Billie Ellish sample was used. I was just like Nick, is this your song or Billie’s? But despite that, I could appreciate her for trying something different while opening up about something sensitive. While opening up about grieving. When I started listening to what she was saying, I stopped caring about the hook/sample and started listening to the story she was telling.

That’s what I wanted from Meg.

Could you imagine Nicki talking about the death of her father on the Barbie Dangerous beat?

Exactly.

[dearweirdme]

Honestly, this whole taennie situation has given me anxiety these past few days. I felt disappointed, betrayed, and conflicted. I know tae is not responsible for our feelings, so I’m not blaming anyone here but myself. I knew taekook “could” be straight and would eventually end up with someone at some point, but I didn’t expect it to be revealed this way and with jennie no less. For an entire year, we fought antis and disproving all those photos, but were we fighting a losing battle all along? Could the “this app is scary” was only a lame excuse for actually trying to stalk her account? Those leaked photos from last year, there were no clear shots. Just half of their faces were mostly seen or any other angle except a clear head shot, that’s why I couldn’t believe those were real. But now I’m starting to doubt even those. What if those were actually real? I dunno anymore.

People have still been speculating whether those taennie videos were real or not and some even made theories that those were just PR stunt, but when I saw the videos, I thought that they were really tae and jennie. The photos of tae in the Parisian street where he was seen getting off a car was the same car in the video with Jennie, and his video in the Nice airport, he wore the same shoes as that guy in the video. Also, the managers were tailing behind, so that couldn’t be cosplayers. This whole cosplayer theory is just ridiculous. I saw a post that says, that’s probably why Tae looked so happy in the Incheon airport, coz he was meeting his gf, and he arrived in Paris ahead of his schedule to meet her there. Jennie has been busy, so they probably have not seen each other in awhile.

This whole PR thing, I dunno if this could be true. Why do they need a PR? Maybe we should just take this at face value, and just accept that they’ve been together for awhile now. Maybe them being seen together is just coz they wanted to be free at last.

BUT some things still dont make sense. Why would a sport journalist suddenly got interested in kpop stars? Why did the managers allow him to shoot them? Why are kmedia silent about this? Besides allkpop koreaboo elle and harpersbazaar, no other media have reported about this and this is big news! The speculations were true all along, but why nobody is talking more about it? No mainstream media is making a buzz about it. If this really is a PR stunt, this would’ve blown up big time by now.

If this is true, I’m surprised that Tae chose Jennie. They’re poles apart. Jennie has been seen in parties countless times, drinking hard, twerking and kissing guys. I dunno how tae allows her to do that. Honestly, I’m disappointed at the fact that out of all the girls in kpop, he chose a wild one. I mean, I know I don’t have a say to that, but, I expected Tae to choose someone deep and reserved. He chose the most superficial one. Not judging Jennie, but she doesn’t really have a good reputation.

I felt betrayed coz of my expectations and I couldn’t blame anyone for my emotions. For an entire year we were trying to debunk those photos only to end up in this situation. The no comment from hybe should’ve been a major confirmation already.

I’m just worried for Tae now. He’s about to release his album, and every song will be associated with Jennie from here on out. Their shippers were already saying Christmas tree, Winter Bear, and Sweet Night, and his other unreleased songs were written for her. Ugh! Everything he does now will be associated with her and it will be his entire personality.

Why did Tae reveal his relationship like this? He could’ve come clean from the get go. It’s so messy! Nevertheless, I’d still support him in all of his projects.

People should leave JK alone, though. He has nothing to do with all of this mess.

Hi anon!

Someone else’s life is not worth having anxiety about. Think about your own life and all the good things in it. You seem very overwhelmed right now. If things get too hard, taking some time off social media is always a good thing. Fandom will still be here after a few days away. But you did good writing your feelings down, sometimes that can also help a lot.

I just made this post about why i feel it’s pr. Maybe that helps ease your mind a bit.

You mention a lot of things that make you question this situation already. Why not trust your gut feelings? I think you are right about those things. What is it that makes you lean towards it being real despite you feeling those things don’t make sense? Is it the evidence, or is it fandom being a chaotic mess right now. Maybe just decide you don’t know for now. See how you feel about it in a week, when things have settled more.

I feel this is aimed more at western media than Korean media. As I understand it, this wouldn’t necessarily go down great in SK and their pr-teams probably also know that. That is why I think not much has been said there.

Please don’t worry too much. It’s out of your hands, we can only stand by and trust Tae. He is not alone in this. He has a whole company, a whole band, friends, family, and most of army to help and support him.