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tinyshinysylveon · 4 years ago

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i suddenly got this idea where izuku is an anonymous famous editor for youtubers who hire him to edit their videos because he’s a professional at doing it, and katsuki is an upcoming youtube vlogger who travels around the world and yet doesn’t know how to edit his own videos to save his life, so no matter what he does, he always seem to mess up even the basics of editing (part 1/??)

“i think you need professional help” kirishima says as he watches katsuki trying to drag an edited cut on to his video for the umpteenth time that day “shut up, shitty hair just give me a minute-” an error popup. “did you just.. deleted the video?” “....”

katsuki keeps trying, he even watched tutorials on youtube (while skipping important segments ofc because he can totally do that all on his own!) but his patience is wearing thin until kirishima recommended him to someone who’s known in the youtube community for their famous editing skills

“..deku?” katsuki stares at his screen showing a youtube profile with the name deku as their username and an icon of all might with edited-in sunglasses “okay look, he may seem suspicious to you, but i gotta tell you bakugou, he’s legit, i’ve seen his videos and they look awesome!” well katsuki will be the judge of that despite this deku having 5 mil+ subscribers than him!

the blonde spent the whole day watching deku’s videos which mostly consists of amvs (anime music videos) and games, especially the ones that required a lot of effort to make, plus he even made tutorials! so he gotta give him credit for that, but alas, katsuki is still somehow having trouble following directions and gave up on the latest tutorial video on how to add an easy transition

when kirishima came to check in with katsuki, all he heard were multiple clicks and grumbled noises, he let out an exasperated sigh “i can’t believe you’re still trying..” “what the fuck do you want me to do kirishima?” katsuki was trying not to flip his table at this point. “hire him obviously!” the red head yells out as if that’s the answer to their problems “..and how do you suppose i do that?”

it actually took a lot of convincing in kirishima’s part, but katsuki finally threw away his pride and decided to send a message to deku’s business email that was left under his about page on youtube

“..i want you to become my editor and help me in becoming the #1 youtube travel vlogger in the community” kirishima reads the message out loud that’s displayed on the screen, “you sure you want to send it like this?” “i don’t see anything wrong with it?” “but don’t you think it’s too.. blunt? no formalities or anything like, hello i’ve seen your videos and i would be honored to have you as my editor, you know?” katsuki just shrugged, “it’s too late, i already sent it to him”

about half a day later, deku replied back, “Good afternoon Mr.Explosionmurder, I appreciate that you requested me to become your editor and would like to discuss further details about our agreement via discord. You can contact me by adding my username, deku#2463. I look forward to hearing from you.” to this day, kirishima still can’t believe his eyes when he read the message

“oi shitty hair, what’s a discord?”

it wasn’t katsuki’s fault that the majority of time he spent in high school was doing his best to stay on top of assignments and projects, plus being in the A honor roll, he didn’t really get to decide on his career until after he graduated, thanks to the courtesy of his parents owning their own modeling industry, he put the money he saved up to good use in traveling around the world and vlogging it for people to see with kirishima as his traveling partner

he explained all of this and his reasonings to deku on discord once he reached out to him and figured out how to use the platform, but katsuki was still suspicious regarding his video editing skills and wanted to see it firsthand on how his videos would look like as a finished product

deku: fair enough, send me your videos and i’ll see what i can do, until then, if you deem it satisfactory, which i’m confident that you will, i request a 50/50 payment on your revenue. take it or leave it.

for some reason, katsuki agreed to it without a second thought due to the challenging tone from the message; “i can’t believe you! i told you to trust him! why do you have to doubt him?! haven’t you already seen his videos?!” kirishima was full on panicking at this point, how were they going to make money?! “shut up, i know what i’m doing! i know what’s best for my videos!” it was a good chance too since they’re currently in hong kong and planning to shoot the top 10 tourist spots to visit as claimed by an article he found online

a few days later, katsuki finally got all the videos piled up in one folder and sent them all in a google drive to share with deku just as he requested, he even mentioned to him thru discord message to follow the cues he was giving him on his videos such as when he and kirishima took a stroll and tried foods in the temple street night market; “hey deku, i want you to do a close up of kirishima eating the curry fish ball with erotic music playing in the background” he smirks while focusing the camera on the red head eating without a care in the world and not noticing katsuki making the comment, “mmm dude, mmm you gotta try this, it’s so freakin’ good- wait bro, how long have you been pointing the camera at me?”

in less than a week, deku sent a reply back with the link to the fully edited video; deku: hmm, not gonna lie, but your cues were actually helpful and dare I say, creative? katsuki took it as a compliment and opened the link to the video file, it was about a few GB so it shouldn’t take a long time to upload on youtube, but.. was it ready? he called in kirishima to watch it with him and was actually prepared for it to look horrible despite deku’s obvious talent except.. it was actually pretty good?? better even?! “what did i tell ya katsuki? i told you he was legit,” his partner boasted, just earlier he was embarrassed when the part about him eating the curry fish ball with the “let’s get it on” music in the background showed up while the blonde just rolled his eyes.

explosionmurder: thanks, and i just saw it, consider yourself hired deku: happy to be of service! i’m looking forward to working with you, mr.explosionmurder! it would be helpful again if you provided the cues during your journey! :) explosionmurder: don’t mention it and also don’t call me that, call me katsuki deku: okay, mr.katsuki! [all might emoji]

kastuki found it odd that he became really eager during the exchange but thought nothing of it

a couple of months flew by and katsuki with kirishima in tow have already travelled in 4 other different countries, he even received about 500k+ subscribers, he’s almost to 1 million! as per agreement, he gives half of his revenue to deku which was okay with him since he still has a lot of saved up money in the bank including kirishima’s since they’re sharing it anyway, most of the time, his communication with deku have been entirely professional with a few emojis in between (usually deku’s part), until today that is

deku: it must be nice to travel 0: explosionmurder: pfft, what are you talking about? you now have over 7 mil+ subscribers in your channel since i met you, you can go traveling whenever or wherever you want deku: i can’t explosionmurder: what do you mean you can’t?

no reply

since then, katsuki didn’t want to think too much on what deku said and focused mostly on traveling, those videos won’t work themselves! after he finished, he sent over the videos of his recent trip from india over to deku and as usual, deku delivered it back beautifully edited along with a message

deku: that’s so cool! you guys went to india? *o* [link to video edit] explosionmurder: yeah, you should’ve seen shitty hair when he tried that really spicy curry, which reminds me, you did what i asked right? deku: of course mr. katsuki! as always, i’ve paid attention to every cue you asked for! [saluting pepe emoji] explosionmurder: good good, i didn’t just hire you to sit on your ass all day deku: haha you’re not my only contractor you know ^^” explosionmurder: is that what you meant when you said you couldn’t travel because you’ve been busy? way to be blunt katsuki, he mentally berated himself, but at least deku answered this time, although reluctantly deku: ...let’s just say im stuck at home in that very moment, is when everything changed between them explosionmurder: alright nerd, you sound depressed as hell so i’m going to give you the decision to decide on where we’re going to travel to next, think of it as a reward for all you’ve done for us deku: asdkjflas that’s too much! T_T are you sure mr. katsuki??? explosionmurder: i’m waiting, you got 3 seconds starting now, 3 deku: america! i’ve been wanting to go to america...

katsuki told kirishima his plans, then the spiky red head gave him a pat on the back and a thumbs up, “so you do have a sentimental bone in your body!” kirishima was almost close to being dead that very same day

when they arrived to america, he asked deku the list of things he wanted to see and most of them were, “all might amusement park, all might cafe, all might- is there anything else the nerd likes besides all might and superheroes?” katsuki says while viewing the list in the hotel they’re staying at. “give him a break, you said so yourself that he couldn’t leave his house, so this is the least we can do for him and for all the hard work he put in our videos,” kirishima reasoned with him

on the last day of their trip, katsuki did his routine in piling the videos together and sending them to deku with the attached message, “i actually bought you a souvenir if you want it, looked like the type of shit you would like, you’ll see what it is in the videos i’ve sent you” they’ve known each other long enough so he thought why the hell not, it’s just a matter of getting his PO address, and the response to this was immediate, “AAA I SAW IT! THANK YOU THANK YOU!” <3<3 <(^w^<)

it was an all might limited edition figurine only available in the US

for the first time, deku took two days longer to finish than katsuki expected him to since they’ve started because he always goes through them pretty quickly, maybe he’s too busy making them look up-to-par? whatever the case was, when katsuki received the video, it already had a title for it, “MY AWESOME TRIP TO AMERICA PLUS ULTRA!” kirishima just laughed and told him to keep it in honor of deku so he left it like that, “this better give me some views,” he grumbled and uploaded it the night before they went to bed, he wasn’t really worried in checking it out either because he has faith in deku’s abilities

the morning after was hectic, katsuki has been receiving notifications upon notifications on the “travel bros” (courtesy of kirishima) twitter since last night, one in particular caught his eye, “i can’t believe deku and katsuki are dating! who would’ve thought!” what?

a short video appeared underneath that came from the video he uploaded, and regretfully never took a look at, showing katsuki saying to the camera as he held the AM figurine, “deku, you should’ve been here, look at what i got you, nerd,” at first glance, it was supposed to look normal (from the original video!) except hearts and sparkles began appearing around katsuki as he smirks up at the camera, what the fuck? besides, deku was suppose to edit that all out! for every cue in every part where he says deku’s name, he was expected to delete them like he usually does! even though it was no secret that deku was his video editor, he distinctly remembers mentioning about him in a video they took way back when they first started out their contract agreement

meanwhile, kirishima was having a field day, he finally saw their video while katsuki kept on seeing other short videos of him on twitter from different segments of the trip in which he either had sparkles or hearts around him, especially when he mentions deku’s name; “bro you won’t believe this, our subscribers grew up to over 1 million last night!” kirishima yells enthusiastically, but when he noticed katsuki not paying attention to him, he looked over his shoulder to check what he was looking at. “oh that, you know those aren’t fanmade videos, right?” katsuki unblinkingly turned to look at him, “you mean..?” kirishima gave him a toothy grin, “yep!”

a video call from discord, “dekuuuu, what is the meaning of this?” a squeaky voice, “i-I’m so sorry i got carried away and i couldn’t help it! all might was too beautiful including you and-!” “..what did you just say?”

TBC maybe?

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bkdk #ktdk #katsuki x izuku #my trashy writing #I REALLY DIDNT MEANT FOR THIS TO BE LONG #the last time ive wrote something this long was my assassin!au #but this is probably longer aa #the ideas were flowing inside me so i couldnt help myself asdfghjkl #i have it all planned out but it was getting too long and i'll probably write the rest if this gets enough attention #;;;#I swear this sounded better in my head #ill edit this later..

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thorsstorms · 5 years ago

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Abroad pt 14

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: There is nothing much in this chapter, but i will start adding this as a warning: This chapter talks about pregnancy, as well as the next. If you have problems regarding pregnancies, or anything that MAY or MAY NOT come along with one, please continue with caution.

A/N: if you want to be tagged, PLEASE SEND AS AN ASK. And I do have a question if you would. This chapter is shorter than most of the others, almost cut in half in comparison. Do you mind my long 6K chapters? or you would you prefer they be shorter with more frequent updates? When I finish a chapter and it turns out to be that long, its because i add so much that it is well rounded by itself, scene wise. just let me know please! :)

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It was barely two hours later before you woke from measly slumber. Not even sure if you could actually call it sleep, more like a haze in and out of consciousness. The alarm was telling that it was time to get India up and ready for school. This was a moment that had been filled with dread in your mind. You figured she would be in a sort of mood all day because it was you dropping her off and picking her up, not her father.

You found her cuddled into the large bed, buried beneath the fluffy white blanket with tear stained cheeks. The image was one to break anyone’s heart. You tiptoed further into the room wanting to wake her up slowly so you could gauge her mood. The bed dipped down as you crawled in front of her and laid down, brushing hair out of her face. She woke slowly, cuddling into you while you whispered good mornings and that it was time to get ready for school.

She didn’t speak much during the morning. Yes and no answers were all that you could get out of her, but you were grateful enough that she wasn’t crying or acting out. She sat silently on the bathroom counter while you braided her hair back, and tucked her lip gloss into her pocket.

Bri was awake and staying with the boys while you were taking her to school. You spoke with her teacher real quick while India walked quietly to her spot at the table and sat down, watching the other kids start on their morning activity.

“Her father left this morning, she usually has trouble behaving for a day or two. But this is her first time being in school, and if you feel like she would be better spending a day at home to recuperate please don’t hesitate to call me. She was very calm this morning but if you sense other wise…” Regina, she told you to call her by her first name, was quick to stop you, saying she understands and will let you know how the day goes. The lip gloss was brought up just so she wouldn’t get in trouble for having it. “It’s her favorite thing right now, keeps her in a better mood.”

You sighed once you got to the car. She was your little best friend and seeing her be so numb this morning was something that you couldn’t get off your mind. You had never had to experience missing your parents for such great lengths of time as a child. Besides an uncle in the military, you always had your family with you. Trying to make her feel as if she isn’t lonely was on the top of your priorities. Hoping she would make some new friends in her class, or be there for her with school activities was next. Being the one to fill the role is one of the hard parts of a job like this. Either they see that you are trying your best to play the part, or they think it’s annoying and want you to back off.

By the time you were back both boys were sitting on top of the kitchen counters with bowls of cereal, Bri standing in front of them with her own. The sight of her was a flush of reminder of last night, and then this morning, somehow allowing Chris to walk out the door without telling him.

You hid the contradiction on your face and greeted them all. Sasha was the first to offer you some of his bowl because he got the last of the fruit loops, but you politely declined.

“Does your tummy still not like breakfast?” His innocent voice was full of curiosity, completely serious. You nodded and told him you would have some juice instead and wait a little.

You went upstairs to pick out the boys some clothes for the day. It was your favorite thing to do. You were greeted with a lovely dirty pull-up on the floor beside Triatan’s bed. The child never learns. You just shook your head at it and proceeded to the closet and setting the clothes on the couch outside their rooms. The boy of the hour was already bounding up the stairs to find where you went.

His eyes landed on yours, which were not the happiest. He knew what the look was for. You expected him to go in there and pick up the pull-up and take it to the trash can in the bathroom, where it belongs. But instead he walked past the door and went for his clothes. He got dressed. The went into the bathroom and brushed his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, aiming for the stairs before you said anything to him.

“Tris, room. Now. You know better,” he ignored you, turning and sitting on the couch looking at the bucket of legos that was appealing to him. “It goes in the trash, not on the floor.” He ignored you again, picking up his tablet from the grey couch cushion.

Bri and Sasha were walking up the stairs, minding their own as Sasha grabbed his clothes and walked to his room. You looked at Bri with a look of help, before saying it again, “Tristan, go pick up your pull-up and put it in the trash.”

“No,” he said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

“What?”

“I said no!” He yelled back at you, “You’re not my mama!”

He hopped from the couch and took the tablet with him, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You couldn’t bring yourself to follow him anyway. You stared in his direction feeling shock come over you. At first it was a ‘how dare he’ and then it turned into a ‘he’s right’.

You couldn’t replace their mother, nor would you ever try. Its you that feeds them, bathes them, read them bedtime stories, brushes their hair for them in the mornings, puts band-aids on owies, and comforts them when their are sad. But you are not their ‘mama’.

“Hey,” Bri’s voice finally came through for you to hear. Her hands were keeping you facing her, waiting for you to register that she was trying to get your attention. “He’s a child acting out, okay. Just ignore him.”

Her finger tips scraped across your cheek. You pushed away from her after realizing that a stupid stray tear or two were escaping at your own peril. You wiped your face and turned away from her, ready to go down stairs until another little voice broke your attention. Right, there is another little boy up here.

“(Y/n) are you sad?” His curiosity was one of the purest things in the world, though it can sometimes be more than annoying, it was everything you expected from the four year old and everything you loved about him.

“Just a little buddy, but I’ll be okay.” Your answer was one age appropriate, and enough for him not to worry. He walked back into the room and retrieved his blankey from the bed and drug it out of the door way with him.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. You looked back at Bri and she just shrugged her shoulders and followed as well. He led you to the movie room, instructing you to sit on the couch with his blankey. He reached for the remote from a basket on the table and gave it to you, telling you to put on your favorite movie.

“When I get sad, you put on Cars or Ninja Turtles.” His purposeful motions were making sense to you now. When he is in a mood this is what he gets to do and he wants to do it for you. He climbs up the couch next you and throws the blanket over your legs and sits into your side. The actions were something to warm your heart and all that is good in the world. It took you a second to gather yourself to not cry at how sweet he was being.

“Are you gonna watch a movie?” He asks after you sat there staring at him, not taking action to put something on.

“Yea, yea.” You flipped through a bit before settling on Moana, it was your favorite, and you couldn’t not sing along.

It was only maybe 20 minutes into the movie when Tristan came walking solemnly through the doorway with Bri looming behind him. Blonde hair hung around his face lowly as feet padded across the carpet to the couch, standing in front of you. You held out your arms for him and he leaned into you giving you hug while you pulled him up and onto your lap. He muttered an ‘Im sorry’ into your shoulder.

“Listen,” you told him, pressing the small shoulders back from you so he could see your face, though he avoided your eyes, “I know you got upset earlier, and that’s okay, it’s just feelings.” He tried to hide his face again but you held his shoulders back until he lifted his head again. “I know you miss your mama, Tris. And Papa too, I miss him too. And I know I’m not your mama, I will never try to be your mama, but I do love you so, so much. Do you know that?”

His small head nod was quaint, small fingers brushed over the top of your hair on your shoulder to keep his hands busy while you talked to him.

“But even though I love you so, so much,” you repeat yourself, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice at me. Do I raise my voice at you?”

He shook his head no, but he let you know that Papa does.

“So what are we gonna do tomorrow morning before we come down stairs for breakfast?”

“Put my pull up in the trash bin.”

“That’s right.”

It was surprising to see both boys stay calm enough to watch the whole movie because it was still morning time and they were not tired. They watched the whole movie again, not that you were complaining. Bri entertained herself down stairs while you took a while to do some school stuff with the boys. It was never a lot, just some small words for reading, simple books, and puzzles.

When you came down with them to make some lunch, Bri already had bags of take-out setting on top of the counter. She just shrugged and said, “Postmates.”

“I made you a doctors appointment.” She told once the boys had their food and were sitting on the back patio. It was unexpected for her to do, but to say you were grateful was an understatement. “Its tomorrow morning, I’ll stay with the boys, but you need to go after you drop off India. And then I need to go so I can make it to classes the next day.”

The girl had stopped everything to come be with you, and you knew if she could she would stay longer but you weren’t that selfish.

The food on your plate suddenly became bitter to look at, losing your appetite was now nothing knew. Whether it was from being weary or your body just not wanting it was hard to tell, but what you did know was that your favorite tacos from Miss Margarita’s did not look so yummy at the moment.

Your day flew by as did so many others previous to it. You were kept busy all the time and though you were happy for it, by the time Chris called you, you were ready to slink into unconsciousness on the cloudy bed.

His voice made your eyes widen again after realizing they were slowly closing. “Princess, you can sleep, don’t let me keep you up.”

“No, no, I want to talk to you. I miss you. And I like hearing what you’ve been doing. Its entertaining.” The energy you put into your voice was less than convincing, but regardless it was the truth.

“I know, its crazy stuff. India hasn’t said anything about school when I talked to her.” His voice trailed waiting for you to pick it up.

“Her teacher said she was good today, quiet, but good. But she expects all the kids to start rallying up the more they get to know each other. She said she keeps the lipgloss on at all times, and takes it with her to lunch and out on the playground.” The sound of his laugh was refreshing. You missed the sound, how it set a warming tone in your chest to see him giggly. It just reminds you that you made him upset his last night home. That was time you could have spent hearing his voice in person, right next to you but you ruined it.

I’m ready for you to come home again, I know it has only been like what, less than 36 hours, but I want you back already. It was what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but you knew it would just make him feel bad for a decision you pushed him to make. That was what you were not going to do. It was a good choice for him to sign the contract, a good choice for him in the media, a good choice financially. There are so many people that were affected positively, millions who were awaiting the next film. But you were just one person, one who could - would have to - stick it out for everyone else.

“Guess what I did today?” You ought to say something before he tries to hang up again so you could sleep. “The boys and I went into the movie room and watched Moana, but all I could think about was you. When we were sat down there after I first moved in, falling asleep on the couch.”

“You know what?” He asked looking towards the camera. “That was when I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” The sentiment was true, you knew that night that you were also in trouble. “Your hair was crazy like you had been at the water all day, and your skin was much tanner than before I left. But you fit in like a missing puzzle piece.”

“You can stop now, you might make me cry.” You could already feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up closely behind. He had know idea of the stress you were about to unload on him. He smiled at your tone of voice thinking it was one of love and happiness. It was the tone of sorrow. You were tired, emotional all day and him being more than you deserved was another crack in your wall.

“I'm counting down the days already, Princess. 26 days and I’ll be home for 7. Your brother will be there. We are gonna get so rowdy. Fun, it’s gonna be fun. Do you think you could bare it?”

“Of course I can.” It wasn’t much longer when you fell asleep.

The doctors appointment was faster than you expected, but then again it wasn’t like you had done it before. You left with an ultrasound picture of almost nothing, an eight week old almost nothing. A tiny little bean surrounded by empty black and white. The black sported a small smudge when you realized a lone tear found its way. You sat in the driver's seat staring down at the little picture in your lap.

What is it with being so goddamn full of tears all the time. Like the slightest thing could make you tear up. It was frustrating and you didn’t understand it. You were hungry, wanting tacos all the time but you can’t bring yourself to eat when they are in front of you. Wanting to call Chris selfishly just to talk to him but you knew he had to be sleeping, so you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. A stupid small headache that never goes away because of the tears that are always hiding in the midst. It was enough to drive a person crazy.

Your eyes scanned the parking lot around you, full on paranoid that someone was watching you, but with the early hour there were only a few empty cars to keep yours company.

A small peptalk was what you needed in the moment. The self deprecating thoughts were not going to get you anywhere and you knew it. There was no more need to think about what ifs, but where you were now needed to be on your mind. No more thinking about how terrified you were that he was going to be upset, or how your family was going to feel about it. What your dad was going to think.

Bri sat with you in the living room after the boys were down for their nap, you could still hear banging around up there, but you didn’t have the energy to go up there and tell them to settle. She held the tear stained picture of a little bean in her hands with a smile on her face.

“You can’t tell Ty, you can’t.” Her eyes flicked to your own strained red ones from keeping the tears away. “I will when he comes, when Chris comes. I want to do it.”

She nodded in agreement, “Of course.”

After packing her things she left after lunch, ready for a lonely slow drive back to the city. The city you did not miss. It was fun while it lasted but you couldn’t imagine going back, especially with a child.

With a child.

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nevrgoinoutastyle2876 · 5 years ago

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Hey so I don’t normally posy other fandom stuff on here but this is my most followed account and I need some advice on a fic. It’s destiel, please tell me if it’s any good and if you like it I’ll post the link to the rest of the story

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"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their features, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

My name is Castiel Novak, and I'm a mess.

One big giant mess. Let me tell you about my day, how it went from good to bad, and how I ended up getting pushed into a lake.

Today, it was summer. Well... months into summer. School would be starting in just about six days. I woke up to quickly find out that it was one of the hottest days of the year. The sun was beating down like thick blanket and never left the clear sky. If I had to guess I'd say the kids in my neighborhood were all playing in sprinklers and having fun, trying to make the most out of what little they had left of summer. Since school was starting very soon, I thought that I should possibly do the same thing, and make the most of what I had left of the season.

I woke up early in the morning. I traveled down the stairs to see an all to familiar view. My Dad was no where in sight, probably in his room writing. My mom was sitting at the kitchen counter reading a magazine, completely ignoring the chaos in the living room.

To tell the truth, what was happening in the living room wasn't all that bad, but, still disturbing. Even though I've seen a lot worse go down in that room. The tv was on and Gabriel, my little brother was sitting on the floor in front of it, constantly changing channels. Anna, my sister, sat on the couch. She was pressed all the way to the end of the couch, trying to still sit there while being as far away from the other end of the couch as she could.

Why was she trying to stay away from the other end of the couch you might ask? Well... Luci, my oldest brother, was there, and so was his boyfriend, Michael. Michael and Luci have been dating for about a year or so. I was shocked they'd made it this long, seeing at they were polor opposites. Michael graduated highschool with a perfect GPA and taking a all advanced courses, while being a star football player as well. Now, he's going to college and spends his free time either with Luci or shadowing the doctors at the hospital so that it'll be easier for him to get a job there. Probably as a heart surgeon or something. Also he had a spotless criminal record.

Meanwhile, Luci had probably all E's in his classes before he dropped out. Never once touched a football and spent most of his time smoking weed with the other bleacher-creatures during the games. He was not attending any colleges and was job-less. His free time was spent either with Michael or at the police station, and it sure as hell wasn't for volunteering. I remember a couple times mom and dad refused to bail him out, so Michael had to go do it.

So yeah, I'm shocked they made it a year. But anyways, right now Michael was over and sitting on the couch with Luci. Well, it was more like Michael was sitting on the couch and Luci was sitting on top of him. They were making out. It was disgusting.

They were making weird moaning noises as Michael's hands practically groped Lucifers torso and chest. I wanted to gag.

I soon decided very quickly that I didn't want to be here, so slipped out the front door before anyone would stop me. Mom and Dad never cared if we went anywhere so I figured they'd be fine if I just left for a little while.

I opened the door and quickly went outside. I closed the door behind me and took a step out into the morning air. If I had to guess I'd say it was about 9:00am, the sun was blazing across the sky as I sat down. I let the warm air and occasional cool breeze wash over me. It was one of those, buy ice cream, go to the beach, summer days. I wasn't much of an outside person, but I enjoyed them none-the-less.

I stood up in my short sleeve, buttoned, baby blue shirt, and jeans before I began to walk down the street. My friend Charlie lived a few blocks down from me, and a few blocks down from there lived Dorothy. See, I had friends, but, there was only two of them. I have known Charlie forever, so we were always close. We met when we were probably five. I remember being at the park with Luci when I saw a small red-headed girl fall from the jungle gym. She looked hurt so I ran from Luci to see if she was alright. She was bleeding, but shockingly, not crying. I went to the bench where Mom was. I rummaged in her purse for the Band-Aids I always made her keep in there for reasons such as this.

I helped the girl bandage her arm to stop the small amount of blood. When I finished she turned to me with an incredibly bright grin and said, "are we best friends now?" And ever since then, we've never left each other's side.

Then Charlie met this girl named Dorothy when we first started middle School in sixth grade. She was pretty badass for a twelve year old and she shockingly decided to sit with us. So she became part of our group too. Now sixteen and we were all inseparable.

Charlie was the fun nerd in our group, she always had the best and craziest ideas out of all of us. Her bright and spunky personality made her instantly loveable. Dorothy was a bit more grounded but was always up for adventure, so when Charlie got an idea, Dorothy was the one to make it happen.

I was the downer of the group I assumed, mainly because I always tried to talk them out of their crazy ideas. But they were both stubborn and I bet if they had the chance to go to Oz they would take it in a heartbeat. They never listened to me, and of course, dragged me along with them every time they were up to some shenanigan. Like the day Charlie said we should go downtown and take edgy pictures of the train tracks, so we could be douchy hipster wannabes. The next day Dorothy grabbed her camera and yanked us downtown to the train tracks. That day we almost got hit by said train on the tracks.

See what I mean? Bad Ideas. But I will admit, there has been some good ones. Like two summers ago we were all sitting at Dorothy's house, bored with nothing to do, so Charlie randomly said we should go into town and take some weird class. We spent the whole afternoon learning pottery and making clay. That was fun.

So, in conclusion, I love my friends and their idiotic selves. That's why I was on my way down there now, to go do something interesting. I approached Charlie's house very quickly. Her house was small, probably the smallest out of all our houses. She was an only child and therefore really didn't need that much space. Her house was painted a red-ish orange color, it was like a burnt faded orange kind of. I don't know how to describe it, but it was pretty. Her grass was bright green lined with pink flowers around the house. Cute little white shutters to match with the windows.

The door was a plain brown and I smiled at it before I knocked. I always liked her house. I waited only mer seconds before the door burst open. Charlie looked like she had just been running. She grinned at me when she saw me standing in the doorway.

"I saw you coming from my room and came running." So I was right. She waited a bit before turning to stick her head into the house, "MOM IM GOING OUT WITH CAS!" She called, slamming the door shut immediately after.

I smiled at her again as she linked her arm with mine and started off down the porch steps. Today Charlie was wearing baggy jean shorts that went down to her knees, as well as a Star Wars t-shirt. Her head phones were wrapped around her neck and the cord trailed down her back into her pocket, where her phone probably was.

"Anyways, hi best friend!" She finally greeted once we made it to the sidewalk. I couldn't help but smile, even if it was faint.

"Hello Charlie." I greeted back, watching her long red hair bounce with each step.

"I was hoping you would come by today." She told me, seeming determined. I tilted my head a bit.

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked curiously, taking notice we were on our way to Dorothy's.

"Cant I just wannna see my friend!?... Alsooo when you were sick last week, me and Dorothy went out and discovered something really cool. We gotta show it to you." She sounded excited and picked up her walking pace subconsciously.

We made it to Dorothy's shortly after leaving Charlie's. Dorothy come out almost as fast as Charlie had, giving us her signature smirk before heading out. She was wearing skinny jeans and a brown shirt with her brown hair in a side bun. She was gorgeous I always thought, but not that I was into that kinda stuff.

We started walking down the road together, I started to sweat.

"Man it's hot out." Dorothy complained, sighing and wiping her forehead. Charlie smirked,

"Well duh, that's cuz I'm out here bitches," she grinned as Dorothy gave her a playful shove. I smiled shyly.

"Shut up," she told Charlie, still grinning, then laughing.

"So can anyone tell me where we are going." I asked curiously, changing the topic. I noticed Dorothy smirking.

"You'll have to wait." She told me, causing Charlie to suppress a smirk. I frowned.

"Guys, we are getting far away from town and-" I was quickly cut off by Charlie.

"Oh my gosh Cas, don't be such a stick in the mud. We'll be fineee." She urged, but I wasn't convinced.

"It's just that, you guys don't always have the best ideas..." I mumbled. Charlie looked fakely offended.

"How?!" She questioned while I just looked down sheepishly.

"Well, like... The train incident... that time you almost got us stuck on a flight to India, or when you and Dorothy got me to join your prank fight and we got covered in quick drying paint. Or when we went to the movies and that guy-"

"Okay, okay! You've made your point!" She informed quickly, a flustered blush forming on her face. I couldn't help my grin just a little bit.

After walking for what felt like forever, we were at what I thought was the edge if town. We lived in Michigan, smack dab in the center of the glove, in a town that, if you walked far enough, it turned into all wilderness. I think that's where we were now because on our very long walk we passed a bunch of trees and ponds. Now we were at the end of the dirt road, the very end before it faded into trees.

I would say I was scared, I would say being in the woods made me uncomfortable, I would say we should head back, but, I love nature. Nature is calming and beautiful, how could I say to turn back when we are in the best part of our town?

Charlie turned to me and grinned, Dorothy walked ahead of her. While Dorothy cleared the path, Charlie grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the opening Dorothy made by moving tree branches.

"Close your eyes." Charlie told me, and started guiding me through the forest.

"Please don't run me into anything." I pleaded, not fully trusting my red-headed friend. I could practically feel her eye roll.

"I won't," she grumbled, even thought she probably had been planning too before I stopped her.

"We're here!" Dorothy said, excitement filling her voice. Charlie smiled brightly and let go of my hand.

"Open!" She commanded cheerfully. I let my eyes flutter open and widen at the sight in front of me.

It was an absolutely beautiful lake. It seemed almost deserted. No one was here and it appeared to be a place where no one ever went. The sun was shining bright and created a sparkling reflection in the crystal water. Trees surrounded the entire lake, lillypads and cat tails laid where the water meets the grass. Flowers, exotic ones that were bright orange and neon pink were also by the trees. I was shocked.

I took a step forward and grinned wide. I turned my head back to my two friends who stood behind me.

"How did you-" I started to ask how they found it, but Dorothy was already answering.

"Find it? Easy. We were going for a walk in the woods when, poof! Here it was! No one was here, and we knew we had to show you." She told me, smirking proudly as her and Charlie came closer to stand next to me.

"Well... I love it..." I stutter, speechless. I heard Charlie laugh next to me but I couldn't drag my eyes away from the beautiful sight to look at her.

I wasn't sure how long we had been there. It was a while that's for sure. We sat on the edge of the grass, our feet hanging in the water. We were just chatting about school and such when we heard something. It was yelling and laughing in the distance. The noises we're coming closer and I tensed. I recognized the noises all to well.

It sounded like Crowley and his friends. Fergus Crowley MacLeoud was his full name, but he had everyone call him Crowley. He was basically the head jock at school, despite him not being particularly that athletic. He somehow still made the football team and managed to be the most popular boy in school. He hung out with Azazel, Alistair, Lilith, Abbadon, and a few other of the popular kids. He didn't even like Abbadon, hated her to be exact, but still hung out with her because she was popular and head cheerleader. Lilith was another cheerleader, and incredibly beautiful at that, but very rude, she also had a little sister four years younger in Gabriel's grade. Her name was Ruby. Azazel and Alistair were just super creepy and rude. I hated them both, they always wanted to pick on someone. That someone usually being me.

They all seemed to follow Crowley blindly, except Abbadon, but she cooperated. I could hear their annoying screams and laughs getting closer, so I decided to stand. Charlie saw and stood too. Dorothy looked up at us both.

"Guys, it's okay, nothing's is gonna-" I knew Dorothy was gonna say nothing was gonna happen, and that we'd be fine, but she couldn't. That was because guess who came through the trees.

Crowley and his friends. I'm not typically one for swearing, but I really wanted then to f-off. Dorothy saw them and finally stood as well, glaring a bit as she watched the tree branches move, revealing them all.

"Well, well, well..." Crowley announced in a British accent. Today he was wearing black jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. Lilith wore a white sun dress and Abbadon wore a t-shirt saying, "the devil made me do it," and jeans. Everyone else wore very similar clothes to Crowley.

"Why are you here?" Dorothy asked bravely. Crowley grimaced.

"This is our spot so I'll have to ask you the same question." He growled, clearly very annoyed. Charlie jumped next to me.

"Anyone can come here, it's not just your spot." Dorothy spat, taking a step closer. No no Dorothy stop. Why do you have to be so brave?

"I suggest you leave before someone gets hurt." Abbadon threatened, pointing a pale, flawless, slender finger at Dorothy. Her nail was long and painted a bright shade of red that matched her lips perfectly.

But obviously, Dorothy wasn't going to back down. "Excuse you, but who the hell do you think you are. You don't own us." She snarled in return. Abbadon looked offended at her words, almost recoiling. A scowl formed on her sharp features. Then before I knew it, Crowley, Azazel, and Alistair were walking over.

I gulped, wishing that Dorothy just kept her mouth shut. Crowley stood right by us with his minions behind him.

"Leave." His one word filled the whole forest with venom and left a sting right in my throat because suddenly I couldn't speak. And even though Crowley was shorter then me, chubbier then me, and probably less strong, the way he carried himself made him so much more intimidating then I ever could be.

"We aren't leaving." Dorothy stated harshly. Crowleys stern facial features quickly changed and he back away from me and grinned.

"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their faces, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

If someone reads this and likes it, please let me know and I'll post more chapters

#dean winchester #destiel #castiel #winchester #deancas #sam winchester #deanwinchester #castiel novak #castielnovak #fanfic

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toxoplasmajuice · 7 years ago

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missy 1, 16, 19, 24! ^^

i ended up making the dreams answer long so under the cut this goes

1: their voice

oh jesus how do i describe a voice

uhh it’s low (but like, could be lower? i know i said i need to be better with voices but damn this is HARD) and somewhat nasal (unless specifically trying not to sound nasal) with varying degrees of raspiness. she has some sort of nyc-esque accent (except she’d call it a bridgeport accent. or she might even be more specific.) but i Suck at accents. in terms of singing voice she best fits as a baritone. as time goes on her voice gets gradually lower and hoarser and her vocal range gets smaller, though she does make an effort to maintain her singing voice. sometimes.

16: their dreams

ok the question after this is “their ambitions” so im gonna assume this is talking about like, literal dreams, the shit your brain tosses at you in your sleep. she dreamed different stuff before the Tragedy hit but this answer got long so

her dreams are often… not great. at all. she’ll dream that cheyenne got her way at the end of the mmbc and has her locked in a box under the bed. or she’ll dream that she’s actually watching the mutual killing and noé gets killed in some exaggeratedly brutal way and she wants to look away but physically cannot for whatever reason. or she’ll dream that she’s officially fallen into despair. or she’ll dream that through some disaster everyone in the Survival Party™️ gets killed but her. or she’ll get one of various dreams in her brain’s Nightmare Arsenal centering around cordelia being hurt/killed, including a… very pointed one where she’s alive but badly injured and missy has to put her out of her misery

but SOMETIMES missy WILL get… like, really strange but overall good dreams. like this one, which i’m going to tell in first person from the perspective of a partially-still-asleep missy telling this to cordelia at 3 am because if i just told you it as an omniscient narrator it wouldnt be the same:”…so you, me, these triplets we had who all looked the same except one had green hair for some reason, we were on a road trip, with Ayele and her daughter—Ayele doesn’t have a daughter—right now, at least—but she did here—and none of us were any older, but our triplets were like, 3 or 4? And this daughter Ayele had was like, at least 16? Because she was driving. And she like, she looked strangely like Gillian Badami but with darker skin, but I knew in the dream not to say that because Gillian Badami had gotten called out a year prior for saying something vanillist but I couldn’t remember what—but anyway. So we were on this road trip, and when I saw the car from outside somehow it was way too small for seven people, but from the inside there was actually one extra seat—okay, so, we were on this road trip, yeah? We were in, like, the middle-of-nowhere parts of Lucky Palms area. On the highway. And I had Google Maps open on my phone, and you had a paper map, and Google Maps said to take one exit, but your map said the exit didn’t exist, so we pulled into a rest area to figure this shit out. And suddenly I needed a bathroom break anyway, and I was more nervous than usual about public bathrooms so you came with me, and the sink-to-mirror ratio in there was, like… way off. There were way too many mirrors… But then I dunno what happened to me needing a bathroom, ‘cause then we were fucking in one of the stalls, which was actually a shower stall for some reason? And then we got out, completely unruffled mostly, and nobody noticed we were gone too long, and the triplets were all drinking chocolate milk somebody must’ve just bought at the rest stop for ‘em—what the fuck, I want some chocolate milk—and Ayele’s daughter was looking at a website about the history of the city we were closest to. Probably to figure out whether that exit was real or not? And Ayele turned to me, and she said, ‘This is just like our trip to India!’ And then I woke up… We never went to India. We… [yawning] We went to Egypt… a whole ‘nother con…tinent…”

(it’s worth noting that the nightmares are also full of bizarre details like one kid having green hair and the shower stall at the rest stop, they just tend to get pushed to the side)

19: their reaction to betrayal

oooh

you could consider being an mmbc murderer a type of betrayal, couldn’t you? especially well into the age of (modern) mmbcs, signing up for a bc involves a certain level of trust that the bacheloret wants to have in their contestants. and by getting rid of that first competitor, you’re betraying that trust your bacheloret has in you. with that in mind, missy’s reaction to betrayal is pushing the betrayer down several flights of stairs, i guess

but she can’t just. kill everyone who betrays her in any way. but her more general response to (less… deadly) betrayal has been blowing up at people (often publicly) and often cutting ties with people

there’s two precedents there actually, both more perceived betrayal than objective betrayal:

when she suspected roger camejo & his new friends were planning to publicly humiliate her/out her to the larger student body/kill her in high school and she VERY LOUDLY AND ANGRILY confronted him at lunch and said never to talk to her again

when ayele broke up with her and she, after a while of increasingly desperately trying to Win Her Back, broke down angry-crying in the middle of a campus dining hall screaming about how they’d been through so much together and ayele was throwing all of that away for some SCUMBAG SHE’D JUST MET THAT YEAR, later packing up a fraction of her stuff and dropping out of college without even knowing where the hell she was gonna live after

24: what motivates them

pre-bc (but post-moving in with ayele and sharwin): food, girls, instant gratification, not having to think about stuff

mid-bc: not having to think about stuff(x100), her contestants (keeping them safe and getting them to like her)

post-bc: cordelia (protecting her, making her happy, getting this relationship thing right this time, really spending time with her whenever possible, holding onto the slightest bit of hope that all of this will be fixed one day so one day they can just be together without fearing for their lives), protecting the rest of the family, basic survival instincts, still a little bit of not having to think about stuff

#Missy Mist Collins #cafesimming

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paneerlajwanti · 4 years ago

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so @gulaabjamoon now that we have gathered

thanks for sharing this too, coz same

i have some hot tea. unrelated, but the tea is hot

i might derail and make this entirely not about sharon carter but hold up, it's gonna make sense in the end

i remember when i watched this video made by swaddle about india's obsession for long hair

and i was like oh my god the puzzle fits finally it all makes sense

so,

mainstream cinema how many times have you seen a "beautiful" woman with short hair? like a shoulder length bob cut is also considered "eXxPErImenTal" for them.

her womanhood and inherent femininity is linked to her khule silky hawa main udne waale zulfein,, their untamed hair was associated with their energy, with their pizzazz of some sort

it's also like mard nazar?? what's the english word for that?? remember that post difference between harley quinn characterization between the suicide squad movie and the birds of prey movie?? like the difference between when men create something about women and when women do??

like anyone anyone who gets work done, i don't think anybody exists with open hair all the time like that, im not referring to folks with short hair here, but like if your hair can come into a rubber band or a clip, when you getting work done, you gonna tie them. personal choice if you don't, but letting your letting hair down isn't something people do always, im probably speaking solelyfrom personal experiences only

but acc to men, women hair always be like ghanee zulfein flying in the air and them should be looking pretty always??

look pretty while you're at it

so, i recently watched the queen's gambit, and oh what an excellent show, but one thing that made me feel ?? was during these scenes,, i might probably be taking this the wrong way again and if i say something that you disagree with, please let me know and i would learn more from our conversation

would anyone look at this image and go "poor darling, she's hit rock bottom"

like at probably the lowest point of her mental and emotional well-being, beth harmon has perfect eyeliner, her hair is pretty and curled, she's wearing like a nice laced thing, i don't know what's it called and she's just slipped on a cardigan in a sexy way and smoking and or drinking??

i will get back to sharon in a while. probably after this paragraph. and i am sure i have detailed to an extent that y'all might have forgotten what actually this was about

so there's this video by the take as well called the "female assassin trope"

basically, it's funny that emily vancamp is playing such a pivotal role in the show and the two seconds they showed of hers is like she's fighting her ass off and her hair is like pretty perfect untied badass

i might sound like a hypocrite here, because

women 🥵🥵 with weaponry of choice 🥵🥵 fighting 🥵🥵 im such a simp for that and im bi

but historically speaking, anatomically speaking, ITS SO INCONVENIENT AND I DONT THINK PEOPLE EVEN DO THAT ACTUALLY??

even while it's unnecessary and stupid

because you want her to make murder sexy

you will do that,

you will make her look pretty while she's at it

mic drop,, even though i can talk more lmao

Look I love Sharon, I really do but oh my god tie up your hair while fighting- how is it not distracting??

she's too badass for the hair to distract her lmao

#tldr #tl dr

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lukeysgirl · 7 years ago

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The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.4

Part F O U R

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3k+

AN: back again with another part! im so sorry this series is slow due to the notes thing, it’s kinda a bummer aha. ill be more lenient and release them regardless of the note count sometimes. but as usual, lets try n hit 100. also to everyone who is so supportive and reblogging this more than once: ya’ll are the real MVPs aha im so glad you guys like this series :) xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E

Thursday

“I told you that I owed you. I never said when we could talk about it.”

At the brink of your literacy period, first period, was the infamous blonde with ocean eyes. Luke had sat across from you on the oak wood table, his hands planted nicely on the glossed object. His hair was curly, as usual, with locks of gold shining from the ceiling lights. He was wearing a slightly ripped Blink-182 shirt with the usual black skinny jeans and converse. He stared at you curiously, like he’s never seen you before.

“But now is a good time, is it not?” Luke asked, a smile forming on his lips as you put your book down to rest and stared at him. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance just staring at the pompous boy before you.

“It’s way too early, Hemmings,” you began tiredly, a yawn escaping your mouth. “It takes a lot of energy to put up with you at times, and I have little to no energy right now.”

“Hey man, I forced a paper cut on myself to cover you,” Luke pointed out, showing off his hand. The cut was now covered by a Hello Kitty bandaid, with the cat herself in a nurse outfit. “It’d be nice if you can give me some of the energy when I want it.”

“Fucks sake,” you muttered, stuffing a piece of paper in the page you left off at and closed your book. “For one thing, I didn’t ask for you to cover for me. Also, of all ways to cover me, why the hell would you give yourself a paper cut?”

“I covered for you because I know how much you care about your attendance,” Luke said softly, having your expression soften to a more ponderous look. “You never, ever want to be seen as a tardy student, so I respect that greatly and just want to help–”

“I don’t need your help,” you quickly interjected, but Luke was quick to drop that.

“For the paper cut, I thought it’d be more comical,” Luke said simply, having you shake your head with a small smile. You had to admit: Luke is quite silly, and that makes him fairly endearing. “Can’t lack any chance to be me, ya know?”

“Of course,” you said simply, still retaining your soft smile for a few brief moments before straightening your lips. “So, about me owing you–”

“You look really beautiful when you smile like that.” Eh?! You looked up at Luke, seeing him smile fondly at you. His sudden words left you slightly speechless. Blood surged to your cheeks, staring into his ocean blue eyes to see the audacity.

“Don’t be so candid!” You exclaimed, looking away to allow your embarrassment to slowly dissolve. Luke put his arms up in defense, a smug smile painting his lips as he did. You wanted to punch it right off his face, but you couldn’t. After all, that dude did cover for you willingly. “A-anyways, what do you want?”

“That’s quite the offer, Y/N,” Luke began, sitting back in his seat while folding his arms together. “I desire a lot of things, but obviously there’s a limit.”

“Nothing sexual or stupid, alright?” You vaguely specified, having Luke squint his eyes in contemplation. You then watch as he reached down for his bag, shifted a bit inside, and conjured a piece of paper.

“Here.”

You took the paper and held it up, reading the contents of it. You noticed a list of band names, and beside them, times. There were details of the location, including the venue name and the street number. Blues, reds and blacks were splashed all over it, having your index finger rub down the names as you compared the colors to your skin.

“We’re having a concert this Saturday,” Luke informed as you continued staring at the paper. He brought his finger to the paper, staring attentively at the page as he pointed to a time. The row of that time held the band name 5 Seconds of Summer. “We’re on at 1 A.M. Michael was handing them out like a maniac the other day. It seems like you didn’t know?”

“Oh, I did know about the performance,” you said simply, putting the flyer on the desk to begin folding it. “I wasn’t paying attention when the boys came to talk to the girls about it. I was half asleep.”

“As usual?”

“Mm.” You filed the paper in your backpack. Luke watched you attentively, his arm bent and leaned against the desk with his head leaning against his forearm. He stared at you, having your heart stop for a brief moment. “What?” You asked, glaring at his obnoxious behavior.

“So is that a yes that you’re coming?” Luke chimed, his eyes full of hope and anticipation. You let out a sigh, thinking for a moment before slowly nodding. “Wait, like actually?”

“We can pinkie swear on it,” you began, swallowing harshly as you put your pinkie up.

“You… you still do that kinda stuff?” Luke commented, his pink, chapped lips parting to stare at you in wander. You found yourself blushing again, really hating the fact that Luke Hemmings was putting you in this flustered position. “That’s damn cute, Y/N.”

“Just shut up and swear already!”

Without hesitation, Luke’s pinkie found itself wrapped around yours. You felt the roughness of his skin, the thickness and callouses dancing around your pinkie due to his guitar playing. A few seconds pass and you attempt to let go of his grip, but his pinkie was strongly attached to yours. You stared at Luke, questioning his deal. But he just gazed distantly at you, seeming unaware as to what he was doing.

“You… can let go now,” you murmured, watching as he quickly reeled his pinkie back and began blushing. You rolled your eyes, curious as to why he was embarrassed. He then quickly placed his hands behind his neck, scratching the nape with his light, blonde locks.

“Anyways, how did it go with the tree? Did you go?”

“Oh, yeah I did,” you said simply, feeling your cheeks smudge slightly with blush. You took your book back in your hands, allowing your eyes to fall to it to occupy your sight. You traced the dents worth of the title, feeling the smooth, fake-gold print on it. “It went well, more or less. Didn’t meet the stalker but he left kind words on notes for me. He was the reason you covered for me.” You revealed an accidental soft smile that made Luke widen his eyes a bit.

“I see this stalker is somehow advancing better than me,” Luke began. You tilted your head up to stare at the boy attentively. He leaned back into the chair and threw his head back. You watch his Adams Apple bob up when gulping. “Ah, he’s making it so difficult…”

You hadn’t bothered to question his words. Luke was always one to say things that were deemed empty for you. Not that you hadn’t cared, but you didn’t know what he meant and knew he was only going to dodge telling you. But he was acting somewhat annoyed, which doesn’t seem like a trait Luke would own. Mister popular, irresistible, and ecstatic Luke Hemmings isn’t someone to get annoyed, but rather be the one who is annoying.

“Anyways, where are your boyfriends?” You asked, watching as Luke regained himself and leaned his elbows onto the desk again. His large hands held his head up by the jawline as he began blowing away his curly locks from his eyes.

“Probably with your girlfriends,” Luke said with a shrug. “Where are your girlfriends?”

“Probably with your boyfriends,” you mocked, having Luke roll his eyes before chuckling. You then rose, picking up your bag to put it on. “I’m gonna go to Mr. Tanners to reprimand him over bad choice in history study.”

“But Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen hundred ninety two, Y/N!” Luke exclaimed as you picked up the literature on Christopher Columbus’s voyages.

“He also thought he ‘discovered’ India when he actually ‘discovered’ America,” you hummed annoyingly as you used one of your hands to curl your index and middle fingers when saying discovered. Luke chuckled, watching as you took your leave from the library.

You were at the cherry tree once more. And this time, with a watch wrapped around your wrist.

With your legs bend into a pretzel, you seated yourself on the soft grass. Right in front of you was the math textbook you were analyzing. It was open to a page that resided in the 200s with a sandwich on the page (courtesy of Alexis’ mother.) Your bag, in it’s sky blue glory, was sprawled just above the textbook, unzipped and still. Then, in your hands, were the notes of the day. There were only 4, but each one held words of sentiment that made you just a little happy. Just a little.

Note 1: You look so beautiful today. You were practically radiating. I’ve never seen you smile so much before until now.

Note 2: I honestly hope it were by my words. Not because I think you have low self-esteem, but because I like seeing your smile. Your lips are perfect, I want to see it to everything.

Note 3: Stretching out a smile so much that it hurts your cheeks. I want to see them be parted slightly from shocked expressions. I want to see them pucker up together to make mockery of the duck face. I want to see you touch them being touched by your fingers when you read or trapped in some sort of thought.

You smiled widely at the way your stalker tried so hard to make all his words fit into one piece of paper. His letters were more put in order rather than the messy, barely-legible handwriting he owned. His words were stretched longer by length and shrunk in size in order to fit his words of sentiment. And you honestly appreciated it.

Note 4: I’ll start telling you stuff about me that not many know. I really adore penguins, I think they’re the cutest, flightless birds ever. Okay, so now that I’ve told you something about me, do you mind telling me something about you? Something I wouldn’t expect?

You smiled widely at this. This boy enjoyed the penguin, even though it was flightless. It really gave you an idea about this boy. He must be someone who doesn’t care if someone lacks in something vital that supposedly labels them. A penguin can be flightless, but they don’t lack in being fantastic caretakers and clever hunters. It made you further your curiosity over this stalker.

You stuffed the notes in your pocket before looking up at the tangling piece of paper hung from the branch. You got yourself on your feet, feeling grass get stuck on the back of your thighs due to the jean shorts you wore for the day. While you used your hands to brush the green flecks off, you walked towards the note and cautiously opened it. On the top of one of the bends, it read: You can also request anything you’d like that isn’t revealing my identity.

You thought a lot as you held the note, yanking it kindly to get the sharpie down to the grass. You bent down to pick it up, straightening up once more to hold the note. You nibbled at your lower lip kindly, glancing down at your watch to be weary of the time. You then realized what you wanted but wanted to give away something more personal. Something that would maybe push him to be more personal as well.

I am a very sad person, stalker dude. I won’t tell you the reason just yet (if we’re lucky enough for a yet) but I will admit that your singing makes me smile. Nobody has ever sung a song to me before, even if it wasn’t to convey feelings for me like a cheesy romance flick. So instead of me coming to the tree tomorrow, maybe you can sing during my English class. Like before.

You had mentally thanked this boy for providing you with one of those thin sharpies, because you hadn’t realized how much you wrote. You subconsciously wrote small due to lack of space. Placing the sharpie on the ground, you lifted your wrist to check the watch.

Oh fuck! You were urgent to stuff all of your things and put them in the bag, keeping the sandwich in your hand. You began dashing away from the tree, finding Des back at the school ground with an unfamiliar face. And although it was a bit blurry, you can tell Des was fuming as she glared at the boy.

As you began slower and noticed your pace gaining progress, you noticed this boy was far taller than Des. But then again, who isn’t? His head of hair was chestnut, and in the sun it looks like a lovely kind orange, like one of the inside bark of a tree. His eyes were not too easy to see, but they were a generic set of blue eyes, one incomparable to, for example, Lukes. He was handsome, you give the boy that much, with his simple sharp nose and salmon-colored lips.

“If you’re annoying my friend, you really should back off now,” you said simply, panting to regain your breath. You dusted yourself off a bit, unsure if you had any more bits of grass stuck on you. “I’m not in the mood to use so much energy on an entity like yourself.”

“Calm down, Y/N, I haven’t been harassing your girlfriend here,” the boy joked, having you roll your eyes. Des shoved him a bit, receiving more laughter from him as she folded her arms and glared at him.

“I’m not her girlfriend,” Des muttered, having you smirk at her baby-like behavior. “I ain’t gay–”

“And dating is a lot of energy,” you continued for her, having Des shove you playfully in response. The boy looked down at the both of you, slightly nodding. “Anyhow, how do you know my name? Have we met before?”

“Seriously, Y/N?” The boy said, his cheeks developing in pink as he looked down at you. “Y/N, we’ve literally had all the same classes in freshman year. We sat right next to each other that entire year.” You then realized and parted your lips slightly.

“Oh, Holland,” you began, addressing him by his last name. “Nathan Holland, right?”

“Right,” Nathan nodded, his blue eyes softening over the fact that you recalled his name. “It’s been a while, no? 3 years in the same school and we haven’t interacted since. How unfortunate, yeah?”

“It’s not my job to keep up with people I know little to nothing about and can’t be asked to care about,” you said simply as you turned and began walking for the door. “It’s your fault for not trying then, if it personally affects you.”

“As cold as ever I see,” Nathan attempted with a chuckle, having you blatantly ignore his words as Des clung to your side. Her arm wrapped around yours, having you watch as she glanced back at Nathan following us. “So what’s the deal with you and that tree, Y/N?”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, Nathan?” Des growled, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she walked you to your classroom. Luckily the halls were still a bit crowded, so you knew you weren’t going to be late. No required rush. You were just a few feet from the doorway of your Anatomy class until the infamous blonde asshole blocked your access.

“Seriously,” you muttered with a sigh, looking up as Luke gave you a suggestive grin. He looked over at Des and gave her a wave, in which she rolled her eyes but smiled at his stupid, smug look. But then his ocean eyes darkened like a storm when he rose them up to the other tall, lanky boy behind you.

“Lucas! Buddy! How you doin’?” Nathan played off, a wide smile painted on his lips to flaunt his white teeth. But when you looked at Luke, he was practically fuming. His lips pursed into a straight line, his jawline clenching in disturbance as he stared at the boy offering his hand for a handshake. “Okay then,” Nathan uttered awkwardly, clenching his hand into a fist before dropping it.

“Go away.” You were a little shocked to hear the cool, super chill Luke Hemmings telling someone to go away. You always figured that guy got along with everyone (and he does). But this one character must be his limit. But why?

“Calm down, Hemmings. I haven’t made any moves yet,” Nathan began, having Luke scoff before Nathan allowed himself to tilt his head down to you. “It’s nice to finally meet your eyes again, Y/N. See you around?”

“I suppose,” you responded nonchalantly. With that, Nathan gave you a wink before giving Des and Luke a mere wave. He turned and took his leave, shoving his hands in his pockets before losing himself in the midst of fellow classmates.

“See you later, babes?” Des caught your attention, nodding at her with a smile before watching her disappear, too. You then turned to see Luke now leaning on one side of the door frame. You walked in, rolling your eyes at the annoying boy as you took your seat.

“What’s with the attitude?” You asked Luke, audible enough while he trailed you and took his seat beside you. He piled his arms together before lying his head in his arms once more. “Are you hungry again? So much so that you own an attitude?”

“‘You’re not you when you’re hungry,’“ Luke joked, giving you his usual smile as he closed his eyes. You looked back down at your hands, seeing the two hold onto the plastic-sealed sandwich. You threw it at him, listening as the food slapped his cheek. He sat up and took the wrapped sandwich in his hand. He studied it curiously before looking over to you.

“It’s a homemade BLT, relax,” you said simply, retrieving your materials from your bag as Ms. Lee entered the classroom. You prepared your pens and pencils, with the Bic pen you had stolen only days ago. As you prepare your fresh, new page for notes, you glance over to watch Luke eat the sandwich graciously. He loved it, not even dare hesitating to eat where you left your bites. Luke was hungry, that was evident, but he also ate with some sort of thought. He kept a smile on his face as he did, as if the sandwich was the greatest thing he’s ever had.

Whether it was because you had gifted it to him or not was beyond you, but for some odd reason, you felt slightly happy that Luke had been eating it contently.

ahhh im back at it again! please lemme know whatcha think right over here and ill see ya in chapter 5 xx

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dw-writes · 7 years ago

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Factual Mythology - The Third Tale

HEY GUYS IM MAKING SURE THAT THIS GETS POSTED ouo;;;

Um. Are you guys enjoying this? I know D.Gray-Man isn’t that big of a fandom anymore but it’s one that is near and dear to my heart so. Yeah :D

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Lenalee’s voice faded amongst the towering boxes around her, Lavi, and Allen as she explained the previous segment of the story to Lavi. He had claimed he was lost and practically begged her to explain everything to him. It was hard to resist the face of a child.

Now, the three of them were sprawled across the floor, heads together, staring at the expanse of faux stars high above their heads. Lavi pointed out the inaccuracy of the display. Allen made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. There was a rustle near the entrance of the labs that drew the trio’s attention. Reever poked his head around the corner, staring in dismay at the amount of boxes left to move. He then looked down at the Exorcists on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice rough and deep with exhaustion.

Lavi kicked his legs up and rocked into a sitting position. “Tellin’ stories. Sit and take a load off, Reever!”

Lenalee waved her hands at the scientist as he padded to one of the few chairs left in the whole lab. “Allen’s telling us a story about his time with General Cross.”

“Oh? And which one is that?” Reever asked. He was very obviously amused.

“When we found a mermaid,” Allen explained. From the sounds of it, he was getting tired of repeating himself. He frowned, however, when a pained look – not a shocked one – crossed Reever’s face. The man looked down at the shattered remains of the statue on the floor.

“That story, huh?”

“Do you know it already?” Allen asked. He rolled onto his stomach.

Reever turned the chair and sank into it backwards. “Not the whole thing. Just that,” he trailed off and shook his head. “Just the ending. It was almost the whole time you were with him, wasn’t it? Four years or so?”

Allen hummed in the affirmative, nodding his head. “Um, they were still with him in India but…” The sentence hung unfinished in the air. Reever released a slow sigh. Lavi and Lenalee looked between the two. They were lost. Reever grinned.

“Well, I haven’t heard the fun bits,” Reever declared. He edged the chair closer to the trio. Once he reached them, he rested his arms and head on the back rest. “So, if you’re tellin’ the story, don’t let me interrupt.” Lavi fell back with a small puff of air.

Allen rolled back onto his back and stared at a glittering blue gem in the ceiling. “We were in that village for a week. Every sunset, we’d look out and see the schooner still anchored in the water. At dawn, we would look, and still, it was there. It started to eat away at Master’s patience. It had long devoured yours.

You shakily paced on bare feet across the damp wooden planks of the shack, the skirts of a peasant’s dress swishing around your ankles. It was awkward on your body, as awkward as the worn pants and cotton shirt you had worn the day before, but after a lifetime of never wearing anything, you would never find comfort in the clothing of humans. You had said so yourself the first morning in a shirt. I watched you pace. Your body trembled from the new movement.

“Mr. Marian.” Your voice broke the silence so suddenly, I jumped. You turned to Master with a frustrated look, the ragged ends of your hair swishing around your shoulders. Two days before, you had finally caved and asked me to cut it for you. The brittle strands gave easily to a dull knife.

Master looked up at you at the sound of his name. He tapped the end of his last cigarette, sending ashes scattering to the floor.

“You got us here,” you said. You crossed the shack in two steps and crumbled to your knees in front of his boots. The motion looked painful. “How do we get out?” you asked.

“So, you’re speaking to me like an equal now?” he asked, very bored and very tired. His complaints of sleeping on the floor had not gone unnoticed by you or myself. You refrained from rebutting, proving his point and bringing about a sardonic smirk. Master tilted his head back against the wall behind him. “If I remember right, it’s a new moon tonight,” he said around a yawn.

I perked up at the thought. “Complete darkness,” I said.

Master looked over. The deep bags under his eyes only added to the menace of his stare. “Exactly.” I froze. He was too tired for an insult. He truly was at the end of his rope.

You reached forward and took the last cigarette from his fingers. He watched you lift it to your nose, give it a sniff, and drive it into the floor next to you. The emotion drained from Master’s face. It was as if his soul completely left his body. You reached forward to pat his exposed cheek and bring color to it. He snatched your wrist from the air and gave you a hard stare. It would have been a familiar scene, if not for the menace: a beautifully dressed patron on their knees between Master’s legs as they stared in silence. He audibly ground his teeth.

“Villages like these are never far from larger cities,” he stated. He watched your stare grow wide. “More people.”

“Further inland,” I added. “Far away from the fishermen.”

“So how do we do it?” you asked. Your voice shook: you were beyond excited, though you would never admit it.

Master’s lips tilted up in a smirk. He placed a swift kiss against your open palm and stood. You brought your hand down on his boot in frustration at the action. “We wait until the sun sets completely,” he said. He patted the pockets of his coat and ground his teeth again. No more cigarettes. “And then we run,” he finished.”

Reever was laughing into his elbow, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners. “They hated his guts!” he wheezed out. Allen shot the scientist a withering look, which only made the man laugh harder. “Oh man, they absolutely despised him!”

“Why is that funny?” Lenalee asked. Allen made a variety of rude sounds as he scrambled to sit up.

“If you say anything, Reever, you’ll ruin the story completely!” he shouted. Reever’s laughs disappeared into silent, breathless cackles. Lavi’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. His mind scrambled to piece things together. His thoughts were scattered when Reever’s laughs regained sound and filled the lab.

Allen groaned and buried his cheek against his arm. “Should I just continue the story?” Lenalee pushed herself across the floor until she was looking up at Allen, nodding vigorously. Lavi collapsed into a frustrated pile next to her. They all struggled to ignore Reever.

“We reached the next town in the early morning. We had chosen to leave behind most of the clothing we had scavenged from the village, save for a shirt, a set of pants, and the dress you were already wearing. They were wrapped haphazardly in a makeshift bag made of a sheet I had found with the clothes. You were heavily limping, but not complaining. Master looked you over as we broke out of a quiet street and into the already bustling main avenue.

“We can find an inn,” he said softly. You looked up when he spoke, smothering a yawn behind your hand. “Get you cleaned up. Decide what we do from there.”

“We can’t take them back to the village!” I shouted. Master glared at me. My voice had been too loud. I ducked my head and tightened my grip on the luggage I carried. “The fishermen might still be waiting in that harbor, if they didn’t see us leave,” I finished quietly. A merchant eyed you as we passed his stall.

“My dear, a moment, please!” he called after you. “You look like you could use another dress. Mayhap, your husband would oblige?” You stopped as he spoke to you, at a loss for words, but didn’t correct what he said. He mistook you for a human woman by your dress. It was smarter not to say otherwise.

Master had also stopped at the word ‘husband’. A coy smile turned up his lips. One would mistake it for kindness when, in reality, it was smug. He slipped a hand low across your back as he stepped next to you. His gloved fingers were already twirling a gold button between them: one of his own, stolen from a jacket in his suitcase that was already almost bare of them. He held it up for the merchant to see before he tossed it towards the man. Master then patted your back and leaned towards your ear. “Pick a few things you won’t mind wearing. They’re not extravagant, but they’ll hold up to travel,” he murmured.

You stepped up to the stand when Master applied pressure to your back. The merchant happily chatted with you, showing you a variety of dresses in heavy fabrics and dark colors. You opted for a blue one, a green one, and a pair of dark brown pants that were buried between linen shirts. You grabbed one of those as well. The merchant backed up into his shop and disappeared within the shadows of the doorway. Cross took the time to step between you and the stand. You didn’t miss his free fingers snatch another shirt and pant from the pile before he ushered you and me away. He shoved those and the clothes you had grabbed towards me to prevent anyone from being suspicious. We continued walking.

It didn’t take us long to find an Inn. Actually, the town was full of them. It had to be, given the size; it had taken us until nightfall to reach the inner parts of the town when we had reached its outskirts in the early morning. Master jumped up the steps and swept inside with the quiet command for you and me to stay outside. You played with the strands of your hair. Your fingers seemed longer than a normal human’s hands, with a slight sheen where the sides of your fingers touched each other. I stared at them. You noticed and smiled and held them out to me. I set everything down next to my feet and took them.

There were ridges where the sheens were, thin ones that traveled the valley of your fingers and traveled from side to side. The only places that didn’t have ridges were the tips of your fingers. “What are these?” I asked. You wiggled your fingers, the pads touching my nose. I scrunched my face.

“Fins,” you answered, “I suppose a better word for it would be webbing.” I stared at your hands as you splayed your fingers. I poked the space between them hesitantly. There was nothing there. “They are there when I’m wet,” you commented.

I wasn’t able to say anything more. Master stepped out, waving a key in the air. He motioned around the building. You helped me gather the suitcases and followed after him. It was quiet as we herded into the room. There were two beds, a small table, and a door leading to a bathroom. I had half a mind to ask how much this room would cost but kept quiet. Master heaved a sigh. “You should wash up,” he said to you. He looked down at your bare feet; they were dry and cracked. I couldn’t imagine how much they hurt when we were still in the village. I couldn’t beginning to imagine how much they hurt now. You pushed open the door and stared at the tub inside in awe.

Master turned to me and held the key out. “The two of you stay here,” he said quietly. He glanced back at your back in the bathroom. You had already shed the dress, opting for the comfort of nudity than the rules of being proper. His stare lingered longer than necessary. I grabbed the key. He yanked me close and knelt down. “Do not leave this room,” he whispered.

“Where are you going?” I asked. He stood to his full height and shed his outer coat. Beneath was another coat, this one thinner and black, with the dusty sleeves of the shirt underneath exposed. A rosary hung from his neck. I pressed my lips together to keep from making a comment.

“To find out where we are,” he answered. He tossed his hat on the table as well. “And get a drink,” he added. The annoyances of the past few weeks had caught up with him. He left the room quickly and shut the door too harshly. You looked back into the room.

“Allen?” you called. I looked over, a blush heating my cheeks. If you were going to choose nudity behind closed doors than I had to get used to it. I set everything down next to one bed. “How does this work?” You crouched next to the tub and stared over the lip into the bowl.

“Suppose you don’t have these in the ocean, huh?” I asked. I placed the stopper and turned on the tap. You jumped at the sudden rush of water.

“No,” you answered. “There’s many things I’ve seen that we don’t have.”

I watched you take in the sight of the water. “I’m sorry,” I apologized.

You looked up. In the safety and warmth of the room, you were finally able to relax. The circles under your bloodshot eyes deepened as you teared up. Your shoulders slumped. You gripped the side of the tub as it filled. “Will I ever be able to go home?” you asked.

I slid a hand into the water to test the temperature. I didn’t know how to answer because I didn’t know; there were too many things that had happened, not to mention the whole reason I was traveling with Master in the first place. He insisted that we couldn’t stay in one place too long. We’d been on the coast far longer than necessary. Instead, I looked up and smiled. “Can you tell me about home?”

You met my gaze. Tears rolled down your cheeks. You nodded.”

“That was Denmark, right?” Allen glanced up at Reever. The scientist was staring blankly ahead at the towers of boxes with an unlit cigarette between his lips. “I remember that letter,” he said, “From Cross. It was postmarked Denmark, to Komui. He was complaining about finding a mermaid. Komui had me read it to make sure it was really Cross and to see if he’d lost it or something.” Reever chuckled at the memory.

“I didn’t know he sent a letter,” Allen said.

Lavi rolled over onto his stomach. “I’ve seen it.”

“How the hell have you seen it?” Reever grunted.

Lavi smirked and shrugged, an indicator that he wasn’t going to say. “But it matches up with all those papers he wrote while he was a scientist here. It was legit.”

Allen frowned. “I didn’t know he’d sent a letter,” he repeated. Lenalee rubbed his back.

#dgm #factual mythology series #d.gray-man #dgrayman #cross marian x reader

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taakotaakos-remade · 8 years ago

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dont know... even people near location... and they may try to create less glance.... even as the 5th compensation includes their compensation... i urge u to let them allow many looks or ni or esplaination for theirs and everyones sake'.... the amount of coma is determeined by the amount of friends i have.... i need to compensate many years.... before i am coherent.... friends, which it seems as everyone nowadays is.... imean female but tizzown u kno... turnpuke,,,,,, anywhere i was gpsed and or....corporate sponsorship.... during the legacy.....and each one i talked about..... at.... every store.,.... mall groups......bars.... strip clubs......burlington, somerdale, stratford, route 206 with all sos male cars flying against me, atlantic ciyt...... expect a full compensation then u may rescue me what is overhardened is fractured. what is fractured is remolded 13 call of duty ghosts: left and right speaker are switched. r and n is switched...grenade launcher and taticals are switched....i am putting out data and i am not recieving the data in my joourney. but i am the originator of such data the hair products technology in the town is developed for one reason… one person…. audio….. so she had to b the one to clean our mess…….. and expose source both mls and j seems to be the problem.... but i dont push the issue these first years... but they to vblame S R baby d, or baby c. baby c,d, are a’s the representatives for the eating or protectors or marriage of environment…. to nexus…. here is the theory…. the a’s are sexualy attached…. as instinct to protect….. not a random urge which may lead to casualty in such unstable times and mentalities….. the schematics, when normal is such, for a round four corners. G or g is a round top. a J would be a round bottom….. it is assumed…. the protectors of the region are J’s or j;s…. cuz audio is baby does not take things… u have to feed her btw…. she cannot feed herself… she has sexual anoroxia….. recieves…… gifts…. already to subconciosly powerful…. cannot have regal power too much……. but the reasons for these ideas are not for play…. they are for anti-terroristic measure…. to create guardinas. or protectors of each location….. local….-tizzown….. state—turnpuke——nj where i traverse…… and national… such as hayley tennessee or taylor texas katraina….. or AC atlantic city natural disaster international…. such as sweden or london, england ,,,,, each a is a sexified representative of each location…. to protect them/region from natural disaster….. the sex creates a need to protect….. to create connection…. and diplomacy…. and extreme subconscious love sacrifice and benefit…….. will never let anything kill her….. and thousands of people surrounding her…… i will do anything in my power to….. even get maimed…… to save her….. instead of inhumanely striking a individual from place to place and torturing from position to position….. torture creates hardening…. which makes things immobile and unresponsive over time…. in terms of striking from place to place……. which creates a terroristic monster…… during anyways time when everything is out of sorts….. the ideas multimillion dollar ideas are not to be mutated switched or played with….. they are carefully crafted by eye and united states gov…. to create balance and protection from weapons of mass destruction and or large scale acts of nature……we have to keep residence clear of other stimuli during…. which means lack of humen…… which mommy leaves a neutral footprint…. is nonsenstive… tank…. hardened……she absorbes Anything in proximity… and it goes in her thouts and influences…. so we should create limits of what influences everything…… isolation is not bad during….. with tumblr babysitter……..and it would be nice if she could choose what is in her presence instead of male or aggresive things invading a passive object that reflects them……..during this time…..we need to bring back…… town a’s local a’s and such…. as a precaution….. they have been missing….. public has been missing…. public ideas have been missing for two years……we must if we have j’s replace it for j’s with reason…… which are gurls…..and also we need to reduce the jew problem by half…….in house and in town if that is what u beleive…… if u look at mirror blog…. which reflects my thouts….. and what is the purpose of such large investment….. there should only be one blue i outside…. and one L in the garage….. both fit each other like a pattern….. there should be no other intrusions….. both the i and the l are separated in the house…. and when together…. they are nonsensitive. i am moon most of the time… even i give day rush hour morning to neighbors…… even though they are separated by house walls… lawns…. and many meters R - S - c or d (baby) please please please include tizzown and interstate again... for imaging and protection of the environment anyways things changed. there are 3 todaste R is for gurls in tizzown, female. women.... c and d R's tumblr twitter and fb is all young women R's fans are gurls S is men and boys i want pictures and e to be cute :) im also going to change my address to. nmd for now.... im working on this...... to make hapy :) tumblr, hey li will save me. the dead will save me..... if u listen and keep reading i will be oka. proximity and using devices that have the letters on. or one in it. i dont know if i talk about the lawnmower they will retailate shadowplay was on overdrive so it amplifies damage and pain by with superfuck heavy 10 to 40 times more tortura. my programs like tumblr google. computers shut down automaticaly and browsers and tumblr and video games wont open. or quit immediately...... i fixed shadowplay and paid my bills last month..... i hope to bee away any pull out the tumblr google windows updates cord.... its extremely sensitive. if i use tumblr 30 seconds more then it blocks me out of tumblr.... can u bee it away? it looks like shadowplay steering wheel. u know the story... did not subscribe... forgot two years.... right now.... shadowplay is shut down declawed and does not actualy inflict torture. but we cemented autoshut down from minute uses ..... anyways we have volume probkem.... so people were insubordinate from bad things. 2. impossible conditions jew lawyer on urself on purpose. no the law never actualy works that way. that is a cover. u misconstrued. im sory for ur misconstrution it has not worked on me. cuz i already know that cover so im not jewelry big suprise well sparkles at least actualy no thats to figure out u it has to be processed on ur base has to be pure specialy if u have a job and not playing around all day like us. theroretica MY CONNECTIONS AND CONTRACTS ARE BASED ON THIS. “ a duck must either destroy all the pretty and beawtiful prospects surrounding me. (I am very popular) or sabotage the system to make room artlivelove31  · 3h3 hours ago to have waters run deep between me and you would look more idea. if u are deeply wanted and needed. it reciporacates more mercy on each side a pretty or beawtiful or cute girl. is governemtn blue. a prospect actively wanted needed and loved. in slavery to have waters run deep w/u in slavery, would you like to be enslaved by something u love, or not? a duck is a unattractive prospect a ugly prospect a unwanted prospect - if u are asexual or a big hairy dick u are a duck if u are divine, if u are a goddess, a object of need and want and love. if I worship u….. u are not a duck I am extremely popular and beloved. im surrounded by goddesses of love and lust and beawty sexual attractive is define duck I AM 6/2 cut my teeth on celebrity wedding rings--- so. ima EXTREMELY SOCIALY SKILLED i have alot of friends. very popular. mostly white by chance. dont come here! its a trap! the in the air is torture! hc is all wearing sag masks and taking medication! for emergency. it numbs u and u cant decisions. dial for hair and air filters. please if u move here. AIR FILTERS IS A MUST. cvs sells prescription medication for such things. create levels that u wish for eveyrone in ch put their kids on sag mask medication so no one is going to risk killing their kid in one second. they have to make the decisions so parents less gas mask. — :/ UNDERAPPRECIATED3 that is y we did not abuse the power it will normalize they are exterminating all the bugs men and women!!!!! 2014 is extermination year!!!!! plz dont stap by the hizzouze or access the tumblr.!!!!! i suppose this is a persuasion vacation years? or year. i dont kno yet. the only editing i did on ja reflection is the delete button. thats all. sory assholes The problems caused by cooped-up-ness that's also SFA fault also. for agreeing to hide. away from everyone all the time Its too much. its too much $ for a household. but its early in development. okay. also IMPORTANT! WE ARE CLEANING ON PREMISES. WE REQUIRE LOTS OF TIME MEANING. HOPEFULLY WE WILL BE READY BEFORE DEC 1 MY BIRTHDAY IF CONDITIONS PERMIT. IM NOT SURE ABOUT HOW LONG THE CLEANING WILL BE FOR. AND there are some obstacles like money and such and also im all like wierded out and such and all those thingys and factors i improvise as best i can but im sometimes not that precise lately. anyways this is a run on and i want to say alot but i havent spoken and stap,. wait. okay. also ============================== last of all and most important. i love u all. please im asking and begging frankly plz be safe for me. and thank you for not ruining this for everyone. ====== cuz i spend so much time and effort being scared. ;) - imean wait no being concerned and watchful and caring for all of u. and the people the closer networks, spending lots of consideration and time caring watching and planning so that they are okay and all of u as a whole. r ok. and a small fraction of our time and my alone time actually scared. like scared for yalls wellbeing. seriosly. ============================== ok. to sum it up i love u b safe for me plz. i will be here for u in time. soon as i finish this cleaning. u can tell ur friends about the cleaning. u dont need to secret taht up. the cleaning part. code it tho. thats easier and safer. like my blog. which is code and acronyms. duh. so, therefore please stay away for a wiles for cleaning. im disorganized so bear with me. whats the point? scare? clean? thats not the point. that is a insulting cover clean does exit the haspital tho. which makes life much betta without too much bm but physical clean does not subtract retained power. or audio……… dissapoint does oka we got updated. which then, it almost killed me. speaking of killing. i died twice. the first looking down….. and i had a which tumblr gurls balanced my heaviness. but it was a matter of time…. a underage gurl stole my in spoon me…. i was blasting taylor swift parked in front…. windows open. on the passenger seat….. when i went in to use the bathroom and came out. the wire connect there was there, but not the …… after losing the …. everyone converged on me…. trying to get in my bed… or everyone just connected all at once… i could not defend…..thats when i looked down and my head struck the concrete…… u kno it sucks. in atlantic city 1 week later after the signal...... as i lay dying…. i said its oka…. im v…. i will be oka…. and i passed out…… i hear muttering….. yeah…. she dead….. but u kno…… rumour is her body is made entirely of george washington wata…….. taylor and posibly even taylors friends got realy mad at vhs and cw and spoon me…. and i died… so it was a big deal…. she block me from sharing with stbk and spoon me and cw… for two years! but its oka… every share was blistering harsh painful….. then closed spoon me… and then changed the name… there must of been a rumour saying people were bragging. the data was shared and sold….. at the time. they said…… with many gurls or alot of teenagers i think.i supose that was bragging. when the convergence happened…… the air was striking the house everywhere. it was like trash flying everywhere….. i did not could not remember… i could not think….. so i did the first thing i was trained to do…. i placed a warning on my phone….. via internet…. i believe i left emergency instructions….. and such….. and alerts….. then someone sent me telepahtic message…. some one is going to try to kill me…. and i should alert the auorities….. so i ran out of the house immediately….. went to pnc bank….. and the teller….. latina…. was replaced by a blonde terminator,,,, she was beawtiful….. there was not much in the bank…… i ran away. fast. looking in all directions…. following coded messages thruout the route to north jersey….. where i could place a emergency code….. in one of the turnpike desginated sate and natnal beacons……. it was a park…… i made it there and signaled. and anwyways everyone along the turnpike psychicly read me all along the way. we were communicating. and that gets sent to state and local and also and guardina and mafia. in atlantic city. my head hit the concrete…. no one told me to dump the car in the atlantic ocean….. but there was mafia decoys… and as i said i had a false escort….. undercover car…. false siren and all……meaning a paid car……. as a decoy….. which urged me and led me into instead a casino….. with a car bomb of satan……… which i thout taht joke was terible…. there was also a acura escort-same as mansion house… so u kno…. it was marked hi end mafia……. …. when i came back from my death….. i looked uppp. and died agains…… and once again taylor and taylor women and hayley got angry….. and many other groups……. miss taylor then u kno what she and cali and tw did? my head was on concrete slammed already. not healed. and they dragged me facefirst on 2000 miles of black street concrete…… and i exclaimed! i have A galaxy blackface! and i was conceptioned… down….. is i am become a blonde terminator…. i am… i have been heavily medicated…. for some time now…… these medications are mixed with things… and are state of the art…… they can put these in anything. even crack…. up…… is satan….. and guardina….. and the reason i could not share data with stbk and cw for years now…..networks and went left….. because we are evolving… and im heavily and we…. are all heavily medicated….. and gurls that live here. and hang out in stores outside…….. im sory i died twice…… and we are gifted…. everything is a gift….. i am not penalized…. i am creating eye. for everyone. every mistake….. everything intolerable….. is a extreme gift….. u are….. i am changing all of u…… and gurls…… u could not easily enter the hizzzouze…. i kno…. im not permadead….. they wanted u to have the gift…. but not have to risk infiltrating hizzouze. so they put it out everywhere. for u to eat and breathe outside. walking around…. living in it…. so they spread it all over outside where u can hang out and still eat the medication. its rough and uncomfortable…. sometimes…. the only time u are well gifted is if it is intolerable…. cw stbk tizzowns are become next gen….. i made few mistakes…. im sory for that….. but im going realy long…. im thankful for that……. everytime i hit the turnpike…. im weaponizing state and and secret and mob hitmen and guardina…… after i go….. they buy 20 dollars of gas…. and drive up and down the turnpike 24 hours straight. i make psychic. i make weaker terminators. i make guardina….. mommy is evolved too……. moreso on location if i share too much… they get mad. if i share too much tizzowns also got mad…. but the peopl did not know….. during compensation period….. everything is gift…..extreme gift……. this is klan…. tumblr…. u have to wait…. this is gifting sharing…….i am blonde terminator… and guardina… and thats y u were driven from house…. and i could not connect to cw and stbk and and others. we are making civilizations…. and gurls… u kno… all of u have a upgrade…… its not a secret…….…. oka. basic medication package esplained. medicatoin bids are done via. air, which bids take effect within seconds. medicatoin bids done via ingestion via beverages food inside and outside the house via ss switching takes effect 20 minutes to 1 hour. switching outside fast food. coffee… beverages in the house kitchen medicatoins bids done via inhalation. oka we covered that medication bids done via contact…. or absorbtion via land, water air, furniture, clothes, devices, female hand to hand or full body…. such is minutes seconds to hours within the bid medication bids done via injection take about 24 hours to take effect…. medicatoins bids done via circulation take seconds to minutes… and are sometimes extended release medication bids run throughout the day/….. and sometimes there are random chemistry scans via toliet pipes at home and in stores and analysis of landscape medication propelled via machine…. and walls and furniture of public places scanned…. to ensure a low level of mismedicatoin from enimies which they have the technology….. but use it sparingly because of privacy issues…. of the many medication bids coming in constantly its alot of friends. a lot of enimies ur intelligence is determined by the amount of friends u have. in terms of constuction nelson…. the medication dispersed and distributed to each female individual aggregates in the body of audio collectively…. in how she medicates many to get a large dose for her self…. in which constuction is legit…. and excels more than the police in that area,,,,,, the more people who are dosed…. the more intense the dose that audio recieves over time…. it is a large enough amount of people to regulate audio…. same as landscape…. whateva u put out there gets dumped on audio as a aggregate and the house….. and then the house then feeds the outside via machine. during operating machine the propel chemistry is scanned and documented in real time. and translated into music videos and media, via celebrity artists and underground artists. from 2013-2015 +90% percent of all the outside time was captured in music videos and song.... but operating system changes the data according to the trend each day and week at this time..... usually illuminati would listen to the ride the week following a long drive and internet is configured weel need a couple weeks to configure everyone in nj pa del ny people go but how they left always stays nicki minaj = 930…. thats max actoluy…. max is 990. max = iq 200…. 2 tablets. tw = 34… which is over….sats dosages are announced. disneyland tizzown (2) is 4. 120//// turnpuke is 1…. 30….. mermaids are 7. 210… tumblr is 10…300.. h=480(1 full tablet) t=660 r=8something 1 day ago based on closeness to audio “ so taylor face down head hitting the concrete….fuel on hands…. is reversible and wrath for sniffing pine sol…. when mommy made me frustrated… im soryy and hiting balls swift the emergency room im sorry and hitting head fist as n i have not figureed out this puzzle as of yet… from… anytwyas/// probably nelson’s revenge/…… as the entire world trend…..against me iphone was not espected at that degree also car fuel….. i showed hard drive to gas station attendant…. whilst computer cleaning with air….. therefore we acertained as celeb… we ascertained…. gasoline from exxon, shell, valero, citco and another…… all in different regions of new jersey we found out sag is a gift…. best kept in possesion for one year…. because unbearable…. as u know…. i was supposed to pick up litter…. and run car sag for 3 times…. 3 ones… or 3 years… i dunno… probably instead….3 28 months which is 28 56 84 months… and then run out of car fuel…. and then go to haspital 84th month for torturing so much…. its a lot of owe…. but first 12 months…. i rid of car gas…. lawnmower a little later…. some months later……therefore its i dont know…. i suppose it will taken care of weeel……. storage media hard drives were presented to multiple banks in the region…. so banks are a gift…. and car sag (gas stations) are a extreme gift…… and probably the main things about such is keys…. iphone 4c (hayley and taylor bm) fuel level…. probably… ku klux klan gifting is level 6….. probably car gas level at first…. was a quality of 10…….. dna of underage white gurl who stole my iphone 4c with hayley and taylor words and everything…. and dna of white gurl….. propelled 20 miles to the right and left of the turnpuke and 295 and ace and all the way up to new york…….and then bleached also cum of many of the females(not all) and myself…. and blackmail of every international mafia groups propeelled across 10 states of the east coast dispersed with tires…and metal bodies playstation and dna (controller not included…. so maybeh there was dna on the power button of the playstation….vs the underage dna…. convering the entire face of the iphone and the back…….( on and off button.) only….. hard drive dna…. with possible blag….. youtube celebrity female interview facetime telepathic…. and music videos netflix amazon and ea bm so playstation and all my video games…. and other games and a account created by myself named aptly blue wolf 747. which was erased because it dint happen……watch out the hard drive will kill you….. and a prophesy of satan the second 911 planes flying into a building..turnpuke.. our house as the world trade center…. the right corners…. tumblr satans double in the other clone car…. family driving the original car……driving a paramore honda….. and the honda clone being ‘audio is satan’ and then the prophesy thwarted by secret agents of allysa and cw….. underage white gurl group……because i was able to compensate A twenty… taylor women e nelson taylor is yelyah……as jack sparrow dying turnpuke diablo/ desert eagle cod/ claymore crysis/ and 5s……kept in proximity of myself during superfik heavy verison and cara for making superfik heavy car sag…. and banks and storage media and hard drives and computer desktop (gaming) air shown in full view for quick glance (eeeveryone……everything) and secret agent cleaning….. preliminary…. and labtop air (gaming) cum and all mafia and unites stays and illuminati info…… shown on turnpuke and distibuted via tires and cars…..and rain….. and chew and pjww for long period of time……. when everyone was watching for months…..even chew…. i never went back to clean……()….. not the first premtive day/../in the middle of it all// where it could not be cleaned from secret agents silently i will dwelve into stories later :’) ” – sora 2 days ago “ THIS IS NEW UPDATE as a result of the iphone death in front of eeeveryone, ch gurls/linden gurls, pjw and chew and strippers escorts massuses and all white and puerto rican white and such and EUROPEAN AND SUCH spain white and such and such women groups….and celeb females (included participated….we dont care it does not matter randomly :/)and tumblr gurls will have access to psychoc acid for 13 years….. it is one of the most generous rewards. everyone knos by now….. tumblr suffered the most,,,, and they get dosages most often… meaning they are always included….of course male illum artists and (few celeb role models that are men…. i like their templates)))))that are white are included because i like them of course at artists. which are integral to my art… i know… but thanks for your lack of salience in your telepathy it is random cowboy acid for the first 3 years…. but it does not go too far in sleepyness. most likely there is a combination of wake and such…. easiest way to solve basically as it evolves…. everyone will be pleased….. it is on auto callibration after the rough draft is configured…. eeeeveryone knows in klan or mafia…. in the begining its crazy too much and too concentrated to enjoy…. and after…. the supply gets realistic…. and after with configuration its optimal…. as any celeb or any gift…. which is from any of the mafias…..or usa or illuminati over time…. possibly extremely soon like in days or weeks. most people will not be sleepy at all. recomendations are always welcomed first three years is unlimited resource….. after that receptors will be somewhat workable and realistic it will take 10 additional years random…..but monitored at least moved from (it doesnt matter supply) from the first 3 years…. for a acid recharge it will be a random cowboy combination of short…. long…. medium…. short and intense…. lady gaga long and instantaneos…..lorde…. medium and middle….. hayley and taylor…….. gurls will have pretty much long….. and such…. nelsoning the guardina follows much later that the acid before nelsoning the guardina…. if that is even necessary after a decade….. nelsoning the guardina without the torture will be done in long distace drives…. up and down the turnpike…. same as before many suppose after the 5 th year mark. of 2013….. the drives will be possible without being bothersome compensation for blog will take up to 120 months after the year 2013 in a steady compensation. compensation also includes. because of the second 9/11…. it includes every location i have ever frequented ” – the iphone death was not taken in account as much as other things… and they realized most of sora went to audio….. most of gun also…. the only way to get or utilize sora the most…. is to actualy die… or blow up all ur receptors from the neck and brain down….. so there are many ways to make things unstealable every 10 years important groups totaly torture audio thinking about obedience sacrifice submittion and fear of the weather okay instructions… when u recieve your dosage….. u have a weeks supply in your body…. eeeveryttime you want to feel your dosage….. u say out loud or in your head….. you…. or yelyah owe you…… your body will release the dosage into the air and also in any cups or cigarettes or food or anything that is ingestible near you…. u will also inhale the medication in that location….. you are sitting or standing in…..usualy with rough draft doses…. you want to hold the you… or yelyah owe you for approximately 4 seconds…..ur dose is a weeks supply at a time… upon maximum dosage or maximum recomended dosage,,,,, that much alone… makes u sleepy…. so we add wake up to it…. also releasing the dosage into the air… is walking… running…for quick release… moving… and such….. coughing….singing…..speaking…… yelyah owes you/you… tumblr gurls told me in coded messages… you… is approximately 3 times the regular dosage for your own personal use…. i would do such…. but instead of 500 doses per week for every female i have ever seen spoken to or thout about…. instead… just 2-4 week supply to 20,000 females…. 1,000,000 doses for females aggregate collect in my body and are somwhat discernable for approximately a week at 1,000,000 doses simultaneosly hitting my recptors…. my receptors will be strengthened enough to be readable and scannable monitorable by the three year mark…so they are saying… by 2019….. some of my receptors will be functioning somewhat to be monitorabl;e and that way…. when u feel it…. more people at the same time…. it collects…. each females…. into my body…..so…. usualy 2,000 to 10,000 at the same time is sufficiont… please remember my receptors process feelings at approximately 400 times less efficient that everyones….. but my sensitibvity to side effects are 20 times more than everyone….. so basically i get tortured and react to things…. as if i was intoxicated… but cannot perceive or feel the emotion in the middle…. most of the time… i cannot register the emotion…. suppose alcohol…. i cannot smeel it…. i cannot feel it…. there is a empyty gap in the middle of the feeling…. and register at the top is 1/17 of normal peoples at the surface…. and there a 1- foot gap… and then in the deepest part… i can register it some……and i act drunk without knowing that i am… or feeling any of it… and then later i say…. why did i act like that.? without noticing that i acted even…. and then im daft…. noticing i am acting drunk whilst clean there is a divide between surface and deepest part of the feeling or water… and im incoherent alot …. unable to process or feel….so basically i am not in tune to my feelings or myself much…. it looks like iphone did that… but they said…. because they planned fuel…. because i smeeled pine sol…. therefore that had a surefire guarantee that i would recover fully from… because they did it to me…. but iphone…. they did not realize…. that it would be placed in my car long term by a white underage gurl i was only saing a lot of bm poo about…..and that i dint discover it the first year. from morning till night… i had instead spoon me gravity plus say too muc poo……and playing also…. i cannot smell… anything… most of the time… turnpuke air 1. 30. (everyone) starting a discernable telepathy. tizziown air 2. 4. 120 (everyone) mermaids 3. 7. 220..kittles bibbnnys puppies j. 3. 7. 220 (linden) bibbles kittles such turnpuke gurls. 4. kittles nibbles banmys 10. 300. mls 5 13 390 grammy potential intelligence 6 16 480 1 tablet-500. verison- 7 19 570 8 22 660 9 25 750 r 10 28 840 mnck head down on concrete sex cashout period 11 31 930 2 tablets. 1000 iq 200. max. sats anyways, right now the mud is not regulated. the tablets are neither regulated if there is mud.... do acid and air..any amount is okay. to yourself... your bones.....the acid will run the mud out.... and the air will autoclean u out.anything..... even buttons.... as you know.... things such as my memories my entire lifetime, celeb buttons, some united stays buttons, and myself... movie trailer,.,,, verison and secret service classified info... celebriti females... such as in small nano...if u touch. wash immedietely... it causes bumps and things.... any too classified data.... also sometime. i share 5000 buttons simultanoeos ly and it get uncomfortable.... my data transfer from body ok. oka(model computer) has a auto ip everything and verison television tracks and ips everything because of such….. in fact everything ip and tracks everything within the vincity of me,,,, which could have been the problem of female employee switching so frequently but verison is the most transparent and public of them. even with a decent filter….. and not so decent filter on the ip if u talk out loud…. verison and everything ip your vocal. it will be some mud…… and male and females can be switched out pretty fast…. but come back as town policy has evolved some recommend having 32 employees. and doing it different each time to not over cash out your 15 minutes of fame yelling is the most transparent most noisy and loudest and most visible to everyone. talking is the second most iping and such whispering is the 3rd most thinking is the smallest ripples thru the tv and hemisphere. if they use you. it will probably be translated on your end as rape. male or female and you may blame the fame for your quick exit to come back later. so im constantly raped from morning to night….. and i maintain espenses and will change and configure after nov 8//// so town should be sensitve to fame limits and such i have a fame limit…. unpurchasabel…. cuz my thouts just shut off after minutes expire…. and my suffereing will equal to my fame… or infamy cuz i not rock star…. im weather if thouts done autoshut or celly mintues….. then…. i prefer not to be a black male…… or seen as such….. so’ anyways…. that how it is… remember im heavier than a car….. my so is in the 900s or my you……but mostly its a fraction…. but even a thout…. everything we do goes on tv….///////hello we are all on tv///////. esplaining the rape and fireing note they also ip the voice…. and then your inner thouts and compare and contrast…. so its alot……. i opt after verison fully compensates…. gives me prized ip advice…. i will then dismantle the tracking either thru beeing or such…. and after the model computer tracking ip is off…. cuz so much overtorture…. then everyone…. not only verison will be more tolerable roger is the cause for most of the global weather cuz people got confused with local hair and global... so its global we are talking about and much much hair... and i also personally dont want to watch it turn to flat white and water only either 2016: god fights on the side of whomeva has the best ammunition. this year 2016 they made the guardina god or such or what also.. its celebration or something... and political duty. or political term. plus yelyah was drug thru the mud twice.... and hayley or me would have to compensate... either one would have a award winning blog... but hayley already won a grammy. so its me with the award blog love you wish me a excellent recovery. we kick gurls after they are compensated. they are 20,000 so im in coma. or something maybeh one version of the truth.... and so obviosly we dont linda the gurls. we pay all at once and then can kick or mansion which is so many gurls. i dunno. its still coma so it not good. anyways...i can do way or ia... intoxicated. or not... in coma or not.... we have found gurls.... its many... and its time.... and i plan to include you. therefore celebs did not linda rawr... so gurls and rawr can enjoy a little mansion... even if linda... it would be the same again. and then mommy would go without any rules... and veto everything.... so thats not good. so we need. i know. i was tortured. i need therapy. i need amnesia. i need healing. i need wealth and compensation.... so i went thru it i know how to take care of mommy so empire also... mommy went first... getting her cycle up first... i would follow later in terms of job in terms of body brain and nerve damage its obvious. the illuminati as long they are dead i will be dead infuse electricity in me. shock me back to life. either them with mission impossible pair they say alot of damage. but illuminati has the best rapid resurrection technology and secret serveice can reverse any meds. infrequently in terms of large infrustructural damage not to scare but just saying if u are damaged by anything guise in macro during my atlantic city death/ i had three guitars in cases. leaned up against the car.... the car appriximatiely 40 feet from many 50 gallon black and yellow cans placing construction nelson poison in the air for miles. i took them out.... car... was filled... with sewage from the week before.... a almost deadly sewage.....it looked like the cans killed the sewage in the car. the guitars first in the car sewage... then placed outside in the air. all the wood in the guitars were stained with the constuction poison from the black and yellow cans. it is rumoured that the cans or the meedication in such causes your body to radiate for years on end. there were three guitars i brought with me to my death the parker kermit taylor acousic oscars or the third reign prs rememba i did not clean the guitars. instead coated them with ck acid instead and a thick construction bass the guitars were treated. with acid... first sewage... then construction poison one of them causing the body to radiate for years. and then calvin klein acid and bass i used geneticly altered corn stalks to ease my poison after falling down the dirt hill into the desert... before my swim thrue the sewage the corn stalks are still in my guitar case. my guitars are espensive.... cept the ovation i bring to cw.... they are like a thousand. many believe its a blonde alexa and a atlantic city death template…and many friends….. so there might be a considerable amount of bleach to follow into tizzown and turnpike from 2013-20 something but i amended the guitars… cuz it was indeed hit with death sewage… and sewage from my body after the cans…. and then coated with acid//// and this is part davy jones….cuz the hayley and taylor and celeb women during the united states…. were embeeded in the keys…. in the wood… so its part that also…..then coated with sewage/ black and yellow alexa cans… proximity poison from everything bushes…..air…. sewage…dirt desert hill….. and then sealed drenched in acid and bass the guitar were then unused and placed in cases… facing backwards…. being raped. or killed from 2013-2016….face against the wall like dunces…. almost blown out by a california binge drinking which awards now have a construction style they said in addition to ,my other styles i just opened taylor today to see how she is… the corn stalks in her pocket… wilted a bit… but they are still there

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Episode 1 Pt 1: I’m Gonna Snatch her Weave so Hard she’ll be Seeing Stars. - Charlotte

I'M ON THE PENIS TRIBE WHAT THE FUCK

LMFAOOOOO THE FACT THAT REGAN WAS WILLING TO RETURN TO A SEASON HOSTED BY J O R D A N P I N E S IS HILARIOUS I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY All jokes aside, it's great to be back! So far I have met Lily and Amanda, who are new to me, and then there's Chrissa....yikes. I voted her out of Wikia Main ORG, but I think we've patched up things. I get Jack back, yes! More to come soon!

MISS KEISHA....MISS KEISHA!!!! Oh my fuckin god shes fuckin dead

That Adam on the other tribe sucks. I don’t like anything about him but especially not his hair. He seems like someone who gets really upset about ice cream sundaes

I'm shook Jordan casted Regan

I AM SO OVERWHELMED MY TRIBE IS SO ICONIC WHAT

First confessional of the season here we go. First impressions of my tribe...... Charlotte: Who? Ive heard she’s an icon but she also hosts the same game as L.A. Karen: icon that I think likes me, Alliance Member, probably gonna be my #1 Jaiden: crazy lunatic flop who will hopefully overcast myself being a crazy lunatic flop Regan: female jaiden David: pretty sure he has a beef with me rip L.A.: hosts a game with Charlotte, I’ll probably target them Adam: heard he’s an icon, don’t know why but that makes me scared I can’t remember who the other 2 are so they’re probably irrelevant

I’m here and I’m ready to party! I’m sad Sambrina isn’t on my tribe she seems pretty cool. That Ryan guy can suck an egg

Literally why did I do this. Jordan Pines better love me forever. #regrets

So like we got some pretty iconic people on this season like Chrissa. I love that girl. Anyways, my tribe seems like a good bunch of people and I am already predicting Charlotte doing well. I need to work with her so that I can get far as well then cut her off cause from what I know that girl is good at this game. These people seem like a good group because I am already getting messages from them and not to them. So I think it will be really good to be here. Having two tribe go to tribal is ugly because now he HAVE to win. I wish Adam the best of luck and will not blame him if we fail. Good luck to myself!

I hate writing confessionals so TBH I probably won't do very many. In the past I've always played as a very loyal player and I think that's what people will expect from me in this game. Ha, jokes on them, I'm here for blood and I can't wait to bathe in it. Playing loyal got me eighth place the last time I played TS and I don't plan on flopping again - actually, that's probably not true, but let's pretend I actually stand a chance. I think my tribe is alright but we're going to have some stiff competition. A lot of the "threats" from past games are on the nahte and nadroj tribe so the fact that only one tribe can win immunity is a little inconvenient. I'm also sad that RTP isn't on my tribe. His intro video was just fun. I need to make it to the first tribe swap or the merge so I can play with Ryan! But anyways, let's do first impressions because people - for some reason - care about those. Adam: I don't know him and I haven't heard of him either. I liked his intro though so he seems like he could be someone fun to play with in this game. I guess we'll find out more but he had some good ideas for the flag so - phew, I think he'll be a good addition to the tribe. David: Oh look, another person I haven't heard of or know. I have a feeling this is going to be a trend. He seems nice enough? It's been a day, Joyce, I don't know these kids yet. Kage: Alright so Kage and I were the first people in the group, so we had a chance to talk a wee bit before we got the rest of our tribe. I like him TBH. We never got a chance to play together in any previous games so I think this could be interesting. Karen: I HAVE ONLY HEARD NICE THINGS ABOUT KAREN. I'm excited to see if we can work together in this game but I am a little worried because I think she'd be more likely to work with LA than me in this game. What's that? I'm worried someone wants to work with LA? lol. Cage: We haven't had a chance to talk much but I think he might be GMT so maybe that'll happen this morning?? IDK the wiki says he's in the US so maybe I'm wrong. Regan: Of fucking course Regan is on my tribe. I love Regan, don't get me wrong, but "Fought" in the VL and she rage quit before the cast reveal. LMAO oops. Here's hoping she doesn't vote me out for pointing out that she was wrong about Taylor Swift's live performance dates. I hate that I even knew enough to contradict her wrong statements. Ugh. I hate me. Jaiden: I am actually so excited to have Jaiden on my tribe. I just hosted him on Themyscira so I kinda think I know how his brain works?? He likes to be chaotic and make big moods and you can never trust him as far as you can throw him. I like to think that he might work with me, just because we do get along, but you never know. Jaiden is a wild card. If I decide I want to play messy, he's a great guy to do it with. LA: Bitch needs to go. Seriously. There's absolutely no way the two of us can work together in this game because it puts a huge target on our backs. If we lose, I lowkey want to campaign to send her ass home. It'll only help my game. Rafael: I was so hyped to see Rafael on my tribe. I just watched him play in IOS and was annoyed I didn't draft him because his VL confessionals are hilarious. I really hope we are able to work together in this game. That's my goal. Also can you believe Jordan threw all of the Geminis on one tribe? Fuck, we're going to murder each other. I love it.

Hilo! Im back for another season..aka my 6th time. I swear I dont love myself but im only here to have fun so whatever. 30 PPL? and im not?!? on the icons tribe!??! okie whatever idk any of those irrelevant ppl anyways..like who the fuck are these ppl? (king andreas ur not included) anyways evaluation time because i love reading what ppl say about me so im sure ppl feel the same way MY TRIBE: Allison-we did a tribe call last night and she literally rubbed me the wrong way. How can you be that annoying? I seriously dont know. And it was just her and alex and jordan and i on the call at one point and she said something rude just as i was telling them bye for the night. Like literally leave? Amanda-We played in Maldives but i dont really count that because we were on the opposite tribe and i was second boot. I mean Im trying to connect with her ...but nothing bad to say about her. But also nothing good? ya feel me? Chrissa- Idk what to say about her :c sorry girl Drew- oh drew, we have such a weird relationship. Weve played in sides and mains together and for the first 3 times ive snatched him and now hes returning the favor. If I remember correctly were actually even now. BUT IM DYING TO PLAY WITH HIM AND HAVE HIM BE LOYAL. Lets be real I cant send him home as long as there is a redemption island fkjsdhfkdshf Jack- Andreas was his mentor in whatever shitty game steffen hosted? so idk if i can use that to my advantage or not. Liam- mY LITERAL SON! I LOVE HIM. After i forced rocks in india and he left i felt so bad so i will literally try to save him as much as possible and ill be super loyal to him. my love LIAM I LOVE U Lily-LOL regan hates her so if u think im not going to use this to my advantage ur so wrong. I love her she is so adorably cute. I want to keep her as a pet. And it makes me happy regan hates her ahahhahahahah. Madison- again..sorry idk her? Nick- WHO? The I hate jp tribe (also can we talk about who is on this tribe...jordan what...are u trying to do ...all these players are messy?) anyways Adam- irrelevant Charlotte-literal queen/ i hosted her before and i adore her so much David- DAVID ROBB I LOVE U Gage- ok but what kinda...name? Jaiden- JORDAN PINES WHY WOUIKLD U DPO THIS TO ME? WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ANYONE? LET ME LIVE! hes crazy . pls let him live a short life Kage- hes so funny, and hes also messy so like....omg? but i deadass have him under control so i love that bitch Karen- can i just say shes so cute and we met in person and shes cuter in person. Fucking 10/10 would bang. I love her so much. But she never makes it to swap so L.A- literally love. I hosted them as well Raffy- who are u? Regan-ok but like shes obsessed with me and i think in like...a friend way idk hopefully in a friendway lool i think im the only one who can control her so this is going to be fun if she lasts and i get to play w her Icons tribe Andreas-LITERALLY MY BESTFRIEND EVER LITERALLY I LOVE HIM ANDREAS WE ARE CO WINNING I LOVE U SO MUCH!! the rest of the icon tribe can suck it because literally yall are all ugly and just really fucking irrelevant to me? like why are u icons? idk you????????? uhuh

I love this cast, holy shit. Being on the same tribe with Char is gonna be hard, people know we are friends and we have some of our Themyscira kids in here so this will be interesting. We already know we're gonna be gunning for each other at some point. KAREN (heart eyes) I also REALLY wanna work with Jaiden tbh

I love frogs and I currently am aligned with my whole tribe except for two people.

6th time.... Holy Kawolski. This time around I'm just going to try to make it as far as I can. I'm taking it one day at a time and not focusing too long term. So im on the Legends/Icons tribe and I feel out of place. 7 of these people played TS before me, and I still feel like the new kid on the block.... isn't that crazy? I also see a lot of familiar faces in this cast so I'll have to deal with that eventually. Right now I think my struggle is theirs so many old school people that all know each other. Who thought it was a good idea putting Ari, RTP, Jessica, and Casey on the same tribe ??? I think I wanna try to form some sort of alliance with them though. If all of us who played a bunch of times can band together then I think it may be better for all of us. We shall be targeted eventually, we shouldn't go after each other on top of that. I think the only person who might have an issue with me is RTP. I got him out in Easter, but this time around I understand how he likes to play so I need to cater around that. No personal talk - just game. Let's rocket.

The tribe seems to be very connected through the first challenge. I've been talking a lot with Kage and he seems like a potential ally for me. Throughout the day, the tribe has spoken with each other in the tribe chat and sadly I was not able to participate a lot because of school. The people most in it were Karen, Regan, and Adam. I sense that they could be working together down the line if this behavior keeps up. I want to try and continue communications with Kage as well as trying to get on Charlotte's good side.

Kage wants to work with Charlotte, LA, and I in an alliance. I think this will work well for us in the long run. He also wants to have one other person in this alliance they the two of us control so that if it were to come down to it, it would be 3 vs. 2 with us having the majority. I feel that this is a good plan, but we lack the fifth person. I hope I can try and find someone or Kage does. Pray and hope! I am talking with LA more though so I hope this establishes the groundwork for us to be allies.

Oh man, oh man, oh man. Looks like I'm putting my faith in Sarah to be a power duo. I love her to death, I really do, but I really do hope she means what she says and doesn't try to cut me loose early.

I cant believe I might have to align with R*gan but thats what it looks like its coming down to. Karen is my favorite minion. I love Gage, Everyone else idk ha

ok so my tribe......... has the WORST ideas for this flag and like adam was gonna do it????/on??/paint????/ this tribe is already selfdestructing anyway as much as I hate jp like I don't want a flag with us murdering him??? ugh anyway I think I have an ides but itll be blandish

@the flag making challenge and our flag specifically The supportive tribemate in me: https://media.giphy.com/media/l3JDFJncJHteKIYzm/giphy.gif The pessimist in me: https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/skirt-vintage-mean-girls.gif?w=650 The try-hard comp queen in me: https://media.giphy.com/media/115nGRivk9zjkA/giphy.gif The realist in me, seeing RTP on the icons tribe and knowing I'll never make something better anyway: https://media.giphy.com/media/Hb0mP3CTazPmU/giphy.gif Me today: https://media.thedailytouch.com/2014/11/shaun-dead-gif-pub.gif

So, I like my tribe, they're all very nice people. BUT! They are very weak willed. Like I feel like I've got to kindergarten teacher them into getting work done. Lots of exclamation points and happy encouragement. It's only because you've got us doing this stupid arts and crafts challenge. Mr. "Too Lazy to Make the Flags Himself". I like Charlotte the best, she's being very helpful. Karen annoys me kind of but she's the one with photoshop so I need her. Kage is cool but he doesn't seem to have anything to offer to the challenge. Same with a bunch of them really. Like everyone is very friendly and excited but no one really offers up any ideas or help. LA gave us the good idea about word art but didn't really back it up with anything so me and Charlotte figured it out on our own. Like I don't really want to be the leader but everyone is such a follower. Like I wanted to gather minions but damn I don't need this many. Someones gotta be voted out at some point. Whatever, I'm just tryna get everyone to like me, because people really only align with the people they like. Idk, this game is stupid and I don't have time for it but I'm already in it so I'll at least try. "Tumblr Survivor Jordan Pines" What kind of idiot let this happen

Adam is really doing that with this challenge. There is no way that he would be able to be voted out after this level of participation.

so I love the flag idk if it will win but i love it, I am in a perpetual panic attack right now generally for today in general and shit that happrened yesterday. But I hope we win I need something good.

Well, I thought I'd finally break down how things are going. Looking at this cast I see a lot of familiar faces. Like, A LOT! We have: Jack, my student from Kvaloya. We were paired together however we never had the chance to play together. In this game we have no reason to play together and I think he would trust me easily because of our past. I'm not really loyal to him and I don't feel a need to work with him if we do end up on the same tribe. Gage, we were on a tribe together very briefly in Kvaloya. We went to a tribal but I always felt he was up to no good. I still feel that way lmao. Liam, we were also on a tribe in Kvaloya. However, we did work together - more trust on his side then mine BUT he's a solid guy none the less. Kage, O M G. HA. I literally orchestrated everything about his elimination in Great Lakes from Day 1. I lied to people about him and started rumors and ultimately got him to sent to Redemption Island where I single handily sent him home. He has reason to want me out but we have a good relationship outside of games so we shall see. Drew, I'm happy to see him here! We worked together in Bangladesh but we never completely trusted each other. However, we were grouped together and I think we could work well together. Hopefully he feels the same way. SARAH LYNN, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. Actually one of my best friends in the whole world. I went to visit her once. She's my final 2, I don't care what people think or say. We have each others back 100% and I can't wait until we can play together on the same tribe. Karen, HA. Another person who I contributed greatly to their elimination. But I think she's someone I want to work with so I think we can put Easter Island behind us. Ryan, I sent him in Easter and I can't read him for shit so is he still mad at me ? We shall never know. Emma, MOM!!!! I love Emma and honestly I'm so happy we're on the same tribe ! Someone I know I can trust. Regan and Casey have also hosted me so I have good working relationships with them. So on our tribe we have a lot of people who were old school TS. I'm trying to like remind people we all need to have each others backs, as if we don't then these new people will target us. Hopefully their listening to me. I'm very aware of the friendships these people and I'm trying to get in with Ari/Jess/Ryan as I think they would be able to take me the furthest. Cole and I also talked and we mentioned how we wanna go far together so thank GOD i got him! I like him, hes real and I respect that. I think I also plan on playing a very social game. I want people to want to tell me their secrets and such. So for the challenge it's flag making and I decided to make the flag because I knew I could do an A++ flag, so I hope we win with it! ALSO so i found on the rule page a puzzle to a secret advantage and i did it and I was too late :( Someone has one and i'm not happy !!!!!!!!! I think it might be Drew, hes smart like that.

#supportyourlocaljordanpines

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kristanyeo492984-blog · 7 years ago

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ftv zeba - Things You Won't Like About Ftv Sexy Models And Things You Will

For years it had been a thorn in my heart , but since few days it has been like a beutiful thing a beutiful romance , may be i have matured enough. dad Wanted me to go to the city college which was 12 hrs train journey , and there was a entrance exam for that for 5 days , dad was busy so he had booked fashion tv sex images tickets for me and mom . So thought of sharing this with you , its a beutiful thing its about my mom who had 5 days of getway from the household life and i am sure she must be relishing beutiful memories.

So dont get bored already and hit the back button this is beutiful but also very erotic i sometimes still masturbate thhinging of it. I will be elaborating this and will compile in parts because i would like to register every moment of it. Really some times i used to wonder mom could have easily married a handsome more romantic rich man. i am from india , small town , small family me mom and dad, dad was working as a bank manager , mom was a housewife married early , spent most of the time doing household work and her spare time included wathching tv. we adjusted and setteled mom liked the window seat so i gave it to her. Mom was medium height, fair with not plump not skiny, beutiful middleages figure , she had beutiful sensual face , especially her lips and nose,her bust was perfect and she had not gained extra fat , she used to wear beautifull colored sarees that went with her skin and her blouses were were in perfect shape not too low cut her navel was sligtly exposed just to show a small glips of her fair tummy , men used to give her the looks , and scan her. they settled on the seat opposite to us. at next station man about 48-50 and his daughter around 15 enterd with their luggage, he was dressed in jeans and t-shirt good looking, and looked much younger for his physic. She was 42 when this happened , i had passed matriculation exam and was 15 yrs old , and the ileana tight process of searching and securing admission for colleges had begun , india is populated country and there is cut throat competition every where. the man took a newspaper and started reading. Mom was very beutiful but conservative woman, though she used to keep her self moderately fashionable in housewives term , like cutting and shaping her hair , doing eyebrows, facials etc for functions and all, and she did like to flaunt her beauty , every woman does. Mom hesitated she was not so practical about things most of the time she spen was in house hold work , she was well educated but being a non working woman she had not developed that practicality , and she had never gone out with out dad , but there was no other option now , dad was busy he was always busy and off late spent very little time with me and mom. i had taken the side birt and layed on the pillow and started studying. the daughter took her walk man and went on the upper birth and started reading a book. so the day came and we boarded the train ,the train was almost empty since it was not the holiday season, our compartment had a older couple seated on side lower birth. he asked her where we were heading , she told him about my entrance , he laughed and said they were on the same endeavor. the daughter on the birth had gone to sleep it was only 7 0 clock. his glipse were getting obvious with a little more time, mom looked at him once and saw he staring at her , she adjusted her saree and looked out , he turned his head away immediately. he got up and waked his daughter up she came down and he told her about us , he called me , i went from the side birth and we were sitting together. i took my entrace prepartion books alison and lia started studying. hi all this little incidence happened 15 years back and i have still kept a secret untill now. If you have any inquiries about wherever and how to use fashion tv sex images, you can get in touch with us at our web-site. after a while the daughter went back to the birth and i to the side birth and started studying. Mom laughed and said its ok, she must be intelligent he lauged it off, i saw mom getting more comfortable talking to im now she started asking about his native , how often does he come to india . he introduced his daughter to me ,he asked why my dad had not come i told him about his busy scedule ,he looked at mom and said not to worry he will take care of all arrangements for us hotel bookings and droping us to the exam hall every day. Mom used to turn on talking about her college days her professors and all , this made her looose all her inhibitions and their conversation went on about the proffesors and collegues and all. The ter man said your son is studios look at ny daughter she doesn even care. After a while mom got up to take her bag from the rack above but couldnt reach it , the man immediately got up and reached and gave her the back , mom muttered a thankyou and gave a smile he smiled back saying you ftvgirls photo are welcome. it came out he was from our native place and he studied in the same college as mom . After a while i saw the man had stopped reading the newspaper and looking out the window , both mom and him were oppsosite each other on the window seats and he was having a glimpse of mom every now and then , mom was a beautiful woman and men used to stare at her and i used to get uncomfortable going out with mom for shopping and all especiall when dad was not around , and this was a first time were going alone for 5 days. there a brief silence and then mom said , i think i better sleep , other wise i will drowsy tomorrow, he said ya sure even i am about to doze. so we ate and he commented to mom that she is a wonderful cook , mom commented no , your wife must me cooking better, he said with a sad voice that his wife expired 5 yrs back , mom was taken back , it must have been difficukt for the girls , he said yes but his sister has filled in the role and taken good care of her daugld hhter , i feel sorry for mydaughter more he his daughters shoulder, we finished and i went up on the upper birth to sleep so did shridhars daughter, mom and shridhar still sat, he said he will book rooms for us in same hotel as theirs so it is comfortable to go to exams together, mom said thankyou and said its so nice we met i was worried ftv kristin babes gallery how a dumb housewife like me can manage this. Shridhar said , don t call yourself dumb, i dont know why housewifes call themseleves dump they just put so much in the lifes of their husband and children no working woman can do that, their was silence and mom said, it must have been difficult for you , he said yes its always difficult for a man with out a woman, life becomes so painfull sometimes , forget it . Dinner time arrived and mom called me , she took out what she had packed and offered them ,shridhar said not to bother they will order from the pantry, mom insisted not to eat outside and it unhealthy and that she always packs more, she said their is enough for all of us. For triffle resons i have not slept in my life , and i was so curious about things i always went after. No mom will tell her son. This particular incidence is no different had i been a normal man i wouldnt have chased what was to come and wouldnt have ever known about this , i mean 99 percent of the people dont know that their mom slept with someone else in marriage. well i couldnt sleep and waited for him to come i saw him come finally he sat down at his seat and stared at mom he stared for a while then he got up and came close to her , i bent my neck to see what he is doin and ready to shout if any thing absurd , he took the ends of her shawl adjusted it coverd her and went to sleep. I confirmed he was a good man, perhaps lonely and may be he liked mom , but as a good man he behaved knowing she is a married woman , i felt no doubt he was a good man. Mom got her shawl and went to sleep on the lower birth , he turned of the light and went to sleep on the opposite lower birth, he closed his eyes and seemed like going to sleep , i couldnt sleep because from top i caould easily see him , after a while i saw him getting up and took his bag from the rack , from the bag he took out what looked like a bottle of booze and went in to the corrider i got up and went behind him from ftv frv girl samantha a distance i saw him drinking and smoking i went back on my birth i saw mom was sleeping , her shwal had come down and her saree pallu had come down her beutiful face and her mountain of womanly breasts were showing , i couldnt wake her up and now my mind raced , shridhar will come drunk and see mom , god i couldnt sleep . he told his name was sridhar , she said she kind of recollects him as a senior. he told us he works in australia and come come specifically for his daughters admission. i climbed up on my birth and waited , i was over cautious and dirty minded all my life , part of the reason i think now the reson i havent grown up in life. I had mixed feelings never seen mom like that , getting so comfortable in no time , he was a good looking charming guy , nice shoulders and built thick trimmed mustache , mom was beutiful ,any mans desire, until she resisted, but here it was like a bolt sudden it was not much just a formal conversation but , to me, had never seen mom like that talking to a stranger so freeely.

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