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royalrogue · 3 years ago

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My brain has been buzzing coming up with a Toppat!Charles AU. I’ve managed to get my thoughts down for how it would come about. I’ve been feeling reeeeally inspired for this idea lately so I’m hoping I can start writing my ideas down and then do some art stuff when I have more free time 👀

I’m thinking about this AU taking place in after Toppat King ending, but it could teeeeechnically happen in Toppat 4 Lyfe too with some tweaks. Check under the cut if you’re interested!

This is just me trying to get my thoughts down, so it’s a bit messy and all over the place. I wonna turn this into either a fic or a comic when I get more time!

· The branch of the military Charles is apart of has been focusing on monitoring and pursuing the Toppats following the failure to stop them from launching their rocket. This branch is under the command of General Galeforce. Charles and Galeforce have a sort of father/son relationship prior to this AU.

· Following one of their weekly evening roundup meetings, Charles realises he left his headphones in the meeting tent! However, when he approaches the tent, he overhears a conversation Galeforce is having with someone on the phone. He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop! But he doesn’t want to leave his headphones, so he hovers around. However, whispers of his conversation start to concern Charles. Successful incursion? Projected profits? Secure bank transfer? What was he talking about? He dodged out of sight as Galeforce came out of the tent and started walking away, complaining about bad signal.

· Slipping into the tent, he quickly grabs his headphones and turns to leave, but he spots a folder that’s been left on the table. He knows Galeforce. He TRUSTS Galeforce. But this is setting alarm bells off in his head. Quickly looking around to make sure he’s not being watched, he scoops up the folder and starts to flick through it.

· His anxiety rises with every page he looks at. It details a percentage of funds being taken from their grants from the governments and being transferred to a new account, as well as both incoming profits and projected profits from these ‘incursions’. What was this? What’s going on? He almost drops the folder when he hears Galeforce call his name from behind him.

· At first, Galeforce chuckles at his reaction and asks what he’s doing back, open and friendly to Charles as always. But his expression hardens the moment he spots the folder. Charles asks him what’s going on, what does this stuff mean? And Galeforce says he can explain, but Charles catches Galeforce’s hand twitch near the gun on his belt. Charles doesn’t hesitate as he bolts for the entrance at the other end of the tent, barely dodging a bullet that whizzes past.

· Charles is letting instinct guide him as he sprints across the compound, sticking to the shadows as his headset crackles to life with a site wide announcement from Galeforce claiming Charles just open fired on him and that he is to be arrested on sight. He knows he needs to escape and fast. He thinks about heading for the helicopters, but he knows those will be way too obvious and will take too long to get off the ground. He’s going to need to get a vehicle, something fast and easy to outmanoeuvre anyone chasing. Then it clicks, Konrad has a dirtbike that he keeps on site! Making his way over to it, he starts it up (Konrad always leaves his keys under the seat) and, with a twinge of guilt in his chest for stealing his bike, whizzes towards the closest entrance. People were still scrambling into action, so he manages to get out the gate with minimal gunfire flying towards him, but he loses the folder in the rush.

· Charles rides and rides until he’s sure he’s evaded the chasing forces. He dumps the bike and treks to a nearby town, nearly collapsing from exhaustion as he climbs into a booth at a diner. Panic and anxiety start to catch up to him as the adrenaline fades, bubbling up to the surface as he starts trying to figure out what to do. He’s not going to be able to hide himself on his own, he’s never committed a crime before, let alone been on the run from the military! Then it clicks, they’d been monitoring a Toppat recruiter not far from here. If he offers up all the information the military knows on the Toppats as well as information on the military, maybe they’d let him join the ranks! Or they’d shoot him for being a military rat, it could go either way. He absolutely despised this plan, but he really didn’t have a choice.

· So, after spending a chunk of money on bus rides and taxis, he arrives at the recruitment location. He states his case, explaining that he used to know Henry before his ‘promotion’ (know is a stretch but he keeps that to himself), that he was on the run from the military and that he can provide information both about the branch that’s after them and what information they know about the Toppats in exchange for a place within their ranks. At first, the recruiter is (smartly) sceptical and borderline hostile, questioning why they shouldn’t just kill him then and there, but Charles drops a couple pieces of true, confidential information about the Toppats that’s enough to make them stop and think.

· Charles is lead to a room and handcuffed to a table, with the recruiter stating that he’s going to send this up the chain of command and they can decide his fate. Charles is left waiting a looooong while, long enough that Charles’ starts getting anxious, worried that they’re just going to leave him here to rot.

· In the meantime, this actually does make it up the chain of command, all the way up to Reginald Copperbottom, third in command of the Toppat Clan. While discussing it and debating whether or not it’s worth the risk on the phone, it catches the attention of Henry. At first, Reginald is dismissive about the situation and tries to assure Henry that he’d handle it, but Charles’ name catches his attention immediately and he insists he goes to see him himself. This surprises Reginald (and maybe Ellie and RHM who may be present) and starts to question Henry, stating that this could be a trap and it’s too risky for Henry to go, but Henry insists that he needs to go talk to him, and Reginald just sighs in defeat, knowing he won’t change his mind, and tells the recruiter to be ready for Henry’s arrival.

· This leads to Henry arriving on site as Charles is internally debating whether or not he should try and break the handcuff. He’s immensely surprised, but slightly reassured, to see Henry. Henry asks Charles what he’s doing here and Charles launches into the full story, from overhearing Galeforce’s conversation, to his escape and evasion from capture, to his idea to seek out the Toppat recruiter they’d been tracking (Henry mentally notes to get that sorted out when he gets back).

· Henry, in return, asks him if he’s truly okay with joining up with the Toppats. If he does this, there’s no turning back. He’ll be labelled a criminal and hunted for just like the rest of the Toppats. Charles responds that it’s this, or get arrested or killed by the military for stumbling across a secret, and he wants his chance to expose Galeforce for his corruption. Henry, satisfied with the answer, tells him he’ll allow for Charles to join their ranks, he can see him being a great addition to the Transportation division, but he will be watched like a hawk. One wrong move that tips them off that he’s a spy or a mole and he will be dealt with. Charles agrees, confident, which makes Henry smile. He continues and says that he also wants all the information Charles promised as soon as he’s set up, which Charles agrees to too.

· And thus began Charles’ career in the Toppat clan! As Henry stated, he’s placed in the Transportation division under the watchful eye of Mr Macbeth, the leader of the division. His knowledge and specialism in not just helicopters, but all sort of military vehicles, equipment and training very quickly helps him prove his worth. He may not like that he’s working for the Toppats or what the Toppats are doing (y’know, all the crime), but at least he's safe from the military… For now at least.

I made a drawing of what I think he would be wearing as a Toppat. The jacket is from the original clothing design I made for him!

#I may not be able to draw much right now but I can WRITE #sorry this is such a mess of pacing #toppat charles #toppat charles au #henry stickmin #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin au #the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #thsc #thsc charles #thsc charles calvin #rogue posts #rogue writes #my aus

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kiaracarrera · 5 years ago

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Pouge Life S2

I’ve been trying to enjoy a healthy work-life balance but since isolation leaves not a lot of ‘life’ options here I go again writing another essay style OBX post, this time on all my thoughts, wants and ideas for a potential S2, enjoy!

Edit: This got longggggg and yet I’ve got lots more thoughts, especially on our side characters, let me know if you want a part 2.

I’m getting the strong vibe that the start of next season is going to be a rough one for our remaining Pouges. I’m hopeful that JJ, Kiara and Pope will stick it out together but sometimes situations like this push you further from the ones you love then they do pull you together. Ideally John B would find a phone and give the guys a call to let them know he’s alive, but that seems too easy so it’ll never happen. I will say I do kind of feel like John B lacked in the friendship department this season and Pope/Kiara/JJ worked really well as a trio so I’m interested to see the way their friendship evolves next season after being impacted by this loss and especially with the change of dynamics in the group.

We NEED more parent scenes, not so much Luke Maybank please and thankyou, but the Heyward's and Mr & Mrs C! I saw someone accuse Heyward of being abusive and I will not stand for that. These families are watching their children be reckless and dangerous and if I was them I’d certainly be like “hell no you can’t hang around with those pot smoking, gun wielding, underage drinking, potential criminals” part of me thinks these families need to take their children away from the OBX, at least for a little while, but most of me just wants to make sure JJ isn’t abandoned in his time of need. I’m also going to need these parents to foster our orphans children please. JJ & John B both need guardians so why can’t the Heyward's take one and Mr & Mrs C take the other! Sarah might also need a new guardian but I feel like she probably has a ton of people ready to take her in.

I want flashbacks!! Now hear me out, I’m not often a fan of flashbacks because I feel like sometimes they can take away to much from the present buuut imagine the kind of flashbacks we could get -

How the Pouges met and how they became friends.

How the group was affected when Kiara went ‘full kook’ and how she came back to being part of the crew (Did they accept her with open arms, were they weary but accepting, did she have to earn their friendship back)

Kiara and Sarah friendship scenes

I want Sarah and Kiara friendship scenes! I want them to develop a true friendship, one that's separate from the boys, reminiscent of their past, where they sneak off to do things and vent about boys one where they laugh and cry together and I have a strong feeling the writers will indeed give us this!

Matter of fact, I want more Kiara scenes period. I feel like she was the most underutilised character of this seasons and she deserves more.

Jiara. Need I say more? Even if the writers don’t want to pair them together next season I want the Pope/Kiara ship to come to an end and for them to start working on developing that relationship.

I want Pope to get a new scholarship and for John B to clear his name!! I want these boys to be happy and to not have to worry about what the future holds for them (see the point I made about the boys being adopted)

I just want more Pouge scenes! Scenes where they’re not running from the law or putting their lives in danger. My favourite scenes where the ones where they were all together, hanging out or celebrating. I just want more Pouge’s 4 Lyfe fun. I’m curious and if you’ve read this far I’d love to hear - Do you view Sarah as or want Sarah to become part of the Pouge crew? Personally I was a fan of the Core 4 crew but I can see why others would disagree.

I want more development with Rafe. I think the difference between a good villain and a great villain is the complexity of character and Drew Starkey certainly has the acting chops to play a complex character so let’s give him the chance!! I want Ward/Rafe scenes that acknowledge that Rafe has always felt pressured and unappreciated by Ward, scenes that show us why he is the way he is. I’ve also seen some head canons floating around that Rafe and Ki have a little bit of a past and honestly, I’m here for it. In my second time watching the show I felt like there was a spark of chemistry between the characters and a story involving these two that perhaps showed a softer side to Rafe could really enhance his character! My idea (this ventures into potential fanfic territory so I’ve placed it under the read more.) is:

When Kiara and Sarah became close Kiara spent most of her time in the Cameron household ‘We stole beers from your dad’s fridge’. Rafe had always been a little bit of an asshole and never had much time for his sister or her friends but there was something different about Kiara, something in the way she wasn’t like the typical Kook girls he encountered that sparked an interest in him and a certain softness too. Nothing ever happened between the two whilst Sarah and Kie were friends but after the fall out Rafe would occasionally visit Kie at the wreck. Eventually they became close and shared a short but secret romance. Short because as Kiara began developing her friendship with the boys again she started prioritising them and distancing herself from Rafe, who in turn became spiteful and resentful. When the two officially drew a line in the sand Rafe continued to despise the Pouges, more now than ever whilst Kiara, who saw the cruel and vindictive side to Rafe refused to acknowledge she’d ever let him in.

#outer banks #Outerbanks #Outer Banks Netflix #OBX #OBXNetflix #madison bailey #rudy pankow #Chase Stokes #jonathan daviss #madelyn cline #drew starkey #John B #John Booker Routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #Kiara x JJ #JJ x Kiara #Jiara #my opinion

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 4 years ago

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The Mothman Prophecies

I know nothing about this gem from 2002, but Wes requested I review this, and I am very excited. Here are my initial questions - is it a man that looks like a moth or a moth that looks like a man? Only time will tell, I suppose. This movie is supposedly based on a true story of some weird happenings in West Virginia in the 60s, and the Mothman legend has persisted for decades - they even hold a Mothman festival every year (during non-Covid times of course). So who is this mysterious figure who goes bump in the night? And what exactly is he prophesying? Well...

Let’s just say the movie is playing fast and loose with some kinda sorta weird stuff that maybe possibly happened to a few people one time. Basically, based on some Wikipedia research, this movie is probably about as accurate as a Maury Povich lie detector test. The summary of the movie is that John Klein (Richard Gere) and his wife Mary (Debra Messing) are a normal happy suburban couple when something weird happens to Mary - she sees something strange, gets into a car accident, and subsequently passes away. As John grieves and searches for answers, he finds himself inexplicably in a small town in West Virginia even though he was on his way somewhere completely different - and this town is experiencing the same kind of weird stuff Mary did before she died. John begins investigating, and eventually he starts getting contacted by Mr. Moth, and that’s when things REALLY go off the rails.

Some thoughts:

First clue that this is an early 2000s relic: Richard Gere is a “star reporter” and he and his wife are looking to buy an enormous new house. Second clue: the credits, which feature out of focus streetlights, a time lapse of a clock ticking down the minutes, and music by a musical arrangement called tomandandy.

Side note - I think “Tom an’ Dandy” would be an excellent name for an old timey vaudeville act.

Ohh get it, the shape on Mary’s CAT scan turns into wings with red eyes. LIKE THE MOTHMAN.

Incidentally, I’ve been saying “Moth-mun” in my head instead of Moth Man, and that’s really been adding to the experience for me.

Now they’re trying to make the reflectors at the top of construction barrels seem menacing. We are already stretching the suspension of disbelief that moths can be scary, now construction barrels?

They’re really pulling out all the stops. When Richard Gere gets bad news, the heavy strings kick in alongside the sound of a beating heart that abruptly stops. Do you see - because Mary’s heart stopped. I know, this is groundbreaking stuff. That’s just a subtle filmmaking tip from me to you - it’s free, I won’t charge you for it or anything.

When a movie character flips through a disturbing journal full of angry sketches or words written over and over again, all I can think of is how much fun the art department had making that journal.

This movie does a great job of portraying what it feels like to be a stranger in a small, broke, busted town. The curious looks, the feeling that you’re just not wanted.

These transitions are....a choice. I can’t tell if they’re aping The Ring or if director Mark Pennington cut his teeth on music videos for groups like Trapt or Breaking Benjamin, [ETA: I was close - 76 directing credits on IMDB and at least 60 of them are music videos] but he’s throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks. We’ve got full red filter obscuring the screen, just a general focus blur, sometimes the transition looks like that shitty Photo Booth filter on old Macbooks that looks like you’re drawn in pencil. It’s distracting as hell and just so....not the atmosphere this story deserved.

I say that because the story itself is incredibly compelling - I think most horror and thriller films work best when they’re rooted in grief because nothing is more terrifying than the threat of losing that which we love most. And the events are ambiguous enough that you can’t tell how much of it is the trauma John is experiencing, and how much of it is legitimately supernatural. That being said, I wish the scares were more effective? As soon as Mr. Moth starts calling on the phone (under the alias Indrid Cold) things get decidedly weirder but also less...coherent.

This movie feels particularly relevant as we watch John descend further and further into his obsession. He rejects any and all rational explanations for the events taking place and the “prophecies” he’s receiving. Where his obsession is fueled by grief and the need to understand the un-understandable, I see the same fear in him that I see in the QAnon supporters who are fueled by white supremacist rage and fear at losing their position in the world. The difference is, John’s delusion really only destroys himself. Not so much with QAnon, unfortunately.

Laura Linney is absolutely wasted as a small town cop who gets drawn into John’s schemes. She has more of an arc in her 8 minutes of screen time in Love Actually than she does in this. #JusticeForLauraLinney

Did I Cry? I teared up once the wheels of the final prophecy started in motion. For all the other bonkers choices in this movie, this sequence is genuinely terrifying and so drawn out that it feels like you’re actually trapped in the middle of a disaster along with everyone else. It’s absolutely horrifying. This is BY FAR the strongest sequence in the film. It reminded me a lot of the later Final Destination films that really draw out the tension during the initial disaster sequence to an absolutely exquisite, agonizing degree.

This is a weird one. There’s no real resolution or catharsis, no explanation for all of the weird things we’ve just seen. Just a lingering sense of unease. It’s not...unsatisfying, but it’s not really satisfying either. Obviously I went to Wikipedia right after this was done, and that kind of dashed my hopes of the enduring mystery of this legend. It sounds pretty uh...not real. Which is a bummer, because I’m very into reading about weird paranormal things, and if things had happened the way the movie said they did, I would be a Mothman Truther 4 Lyfe. As it stands, this is one cryptid whose legend leaves something to be desired. Looks like nothing can replace Nessie as the cryptid of my heart <3.

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howrry · 5 years ago

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ice

a/n: finally! i’m settled into skool lyfe and bella is back in business bitch (we love alliteration) here is that full fic of ice i’ve been hinting at :~)

w/c: 4.2k

warnings: this fic has an age gap of about 4 years and one of the characters is an older teenager! this is totally legal where i’m from but if it’s not where you are or it makes you uncomfortable then maybe don’t read this? also smut

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Waiting for that one Facetime was like watching a huge pot of water boil. It was cliché, but you were running out of mundane things to do since you’d gotten home from uni. Seriously—laundry, reorganizing your soulless childhood room, even fully unpacking despite having weeks to get comfortable. Of course, as soon as you came back, you had your reunion with your parents and other family, but you hadn’t quite reached the seeing-friends phase of coming home.

At least, not until that lovely ringtone hummed through your room and you pounced on the bed, swiping on Gemma’s beautiful face. “Babe!” you cried.

“Hush,” she joked, crunching on a red apple on her side of the screen. You could hear her turn down the volume by clicking the buttons on her phone.

“Are you ready for me, then?” you asked, bouncing up and down on your tippy toes.

“No, don’t want to see you,” she crunched again, “just wanted to call to see how your mum’s doing. Of course I’m ready, twit!”

“Watch your language!” you chastised. “But I’ll be over in a New York minute.”

Getting ready was a rush—at this point you were just ready to get down the street. You shoved your feet into your Birks and grabbed your phone and keys, and once you’d padded down the stairs, your parents merely got a “be at Gem’s, later!” before you slammed the door.

When you got there, it was Harry who greeted you. You’d knocked and waited, since their house was always locked anyways. He threw the door open so fast that his cross necklace was still swinging when he rested his head on his forearm propped up on the doorframe. “Sorry, we don’t want any Girl Scout cookies,” he joked, smirking around his own jab.

“Ha ha ha,” you sarcastically bit. “Move it, Fisher-Price, I’m here for your sister.”

“I had a great semester, thank yeh for askin’,” he smiled, moving back and letting you in. “What about y’self?”

“It was productive, actually. Good to see you again, H,” you responded congenially. Ahh, the smell of your friend’s home was so nostalgic and inviting. It was fall all year round with the pumpkin in the living room, vanilla in the foyer, pine needles upstairs…

“Likewise,” he winked just before you went upstairs to your friend’s room.

Harry had always been a little charmer. Anne raised him to be very polite and he was naturally entertaining despite his introverted tendencies, but he’d always been Gemma’s annoying little brother to you. He always tried to butt into your hangouts with her, as far back as when he was four and you were eight and he wanted to play outside with you two, up to when he was 15 and you were 19 and he tried to buy beer from Gemma.

But soon, things changed. Harry got taller and his voice dropped and his skin got clear, and suddenly he wasn’t just the annoying little brother anymore. He was almost an adult, and he certainly developed a way with girls. The first time you went to see Gem and Harry had a girl over, something you couldn’t describe churned in your stomach. There’s no way Harry didn’t notice the way you cut your eyes when you initially saw her.

Ever since then, he just took a different light in your eyes. Going to Gemma’s house suddenly had double the benefits since you were seeing your best friend and her stupid hot little brother. If she left you alone for any period of time, you’d do anything to get Harry’s attention. He would chat with this amused smirk, one hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with his cross necklace, as if he knew you were subtly pining.

It was honestly kind of pathetic. He was still in high school, and you were in the home stretch of university. You had a potential hook-up pool that was at least five times the size of his and a much better selection, yet you were yearning for a guy who can’t even buy his own cigarettes.

But you didn’t care, and obviously Harry didn’t either. He humored your goofy flirting and gave it right back to you. For the most part, it was just harmless compliments and light schoolyard jabs and never escalated past that, until, well, it did.

You were going to go to brunch with Gemma that day. She’d gotten a part-time job as a photographer’s intern downtown that year, and invited you to try a new café with her. It was the perfect excuse to wear that flowy Free People dress you got, so you agreed.

While getting ready, Gemma called you in a panic. “Y/N! I forgot my wallet on my vanity at home,” she breathed. “Do you mind getting it before coming over?”

“Not a problem,” you hummed, checking your lipstick.

“Thanks, love. My mum left the front door unlocked when she got in this morning so just make yourself at home looking for it. See you soon!” Gemma blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up.

Her front door was open, just like she warned, and you hopped up the stairs to her room. Unfortunately, Gemma was more of the messy type, so finding her wallet was no easy task. Her vanity was covered in makeup and hair care bottles and papers from the previous semester. Where the hell could the wallet possibly be?

“Looking for somethin’?” Harry asked, leaning on the door frame with a Coke can in hand.

You looked up, pushing the hair that had fallen in your face to the side. “Need your sister’s wallet. It’s brunch time.”

“Ooh, bring me back a ricotta toast,” he ordered, reaching into Gemma’s Louis purse hanging by her door and pulling out her black wallet.

“You’d be lucky if I brought back a napkin,” you sneered, taking the wallet from him and going to shove past him.

He blocked your exit and held a hand up to your shoulder. “Wait, doll. Your earring is twisted backwards.” The hand that stopped you trailed up to softly ghost across your face and fix your earring, which must have gotten tangled in your wild goose chase.

Fuck, he was close. You could hear the soft breaths fanning out from his nostrils, his almost disinterested gaze slowly morphing into his classic smirk, and hand not leaving your skin in a timely fashion. His piercing green eyes rendered you stupidly frozen.

And the tension snapped. Within minutes he had you out of your dress and was fucking you into Gemma’s floral duvet. Everything was happening so fast; you didn’t even stop to think about how wrong it was. The feel of his teeth dragging across your neck and the stretch of his cock inside you were really the only things on your mind at that point.

It was rough and quick and dirty (and quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever done) but by the time you two were adjusting yourselves and catching your breath, you were twenty minutes late to lunch. You blamed it on traffic and Gemma didn’t care to push it.

So that’s how it started. It wasn’t anything exclusive, it wasn’t intimate, and it certainly wasn’t something you talked about outside of the bedroom. “The bedroom” being figurative, of course, since Harry and you liked to get it on whenever you had the chance. It wasn’t weird if you ended up bent over a washing machine or on your knees in front of him pressed up against the wall in a hallway.

When you thought about it, like reallypondered in a hot shower, you knew it was fucked up to be doing what you’re doing. It’s not like it was illegal—you just felt like you were betraying Gemma. You were closer to her than anyone else in the world and you were sneaking around with her brother.

He didn’t make it fair, though. He was so poised and smooth and fucked like he wasn’t still in AP Physics. The way he bantered with not only you but his sister and mother was definitely more witty than most boys his age. It only made sense to let him rearrange your guts.

So you had a bit of an internal dilemma. Frankly, if your little affair is well kept from Gemma, it shouldn’t be a problem at all. So you thought.

***

“So, do you have lice or something?” Gemma asked, raising an eyebrow from behind her magazine. The two of you had finally settled into winter break time and were taking turns spending at each other’s houses. Today, it was girls’ night at the Styles’ home.

You froze, one hand ruthlessly digging in your hair. “What? No. There’s just a wicked knot in my hair and I can’t get it out.” It was in the most unfortunate location on the back of your scalp, and your fingers could make no sense of the mat of hair.

“Do you need some help?” she offered, setting down her literature.

You reared back even though she was sitting at her desk across the room. “Gross, you just painted your nails! No thanks. Besides, I think I’m getting it.”

She shrugged and blew on her soft blue nails. “Whatever. I’m getting a yogurt.”

“I want one too,” you hummed, sliding off her comfortable duvet and gently pulling out a few strands of broken hair. A tiny plopaccompanied your feet on the rug and you spun in confusion. The noise was too soft to be a phone, but you still checked that yours was in your pocket. Barely visible in the fibers of the shag rug rested a solid black metallic ring. It was Harry’s.

You stared at it in horror. The ring had been in your goddamn hair. Earlier that day you’d given Harry a blowjob that left him slack-jawed and pink-cheeked and his hands had been so tangled up in your hair that your hair stole his ring. Which just fell out onto the floor in Gemma’s room.

“Is that Harry’s ring?” she hissed, gaze locking on the ring standing out from the white rug.

Oh no. Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck—

“He’s such a twat. Why does he leave his jewelry everywhere? You could’ve stepped on that!” she continued, reaching down to pick it up. “I’m gonna throw it in the trash.”

When she moved to her trash bin, your eyes widened and you squealed a “don’t!” That ring was really nice and you knew Harry would be devastated if she threw it out.

Gemma turned slowly. “Why?”

Your mind raced to think of a good excuse. “Because, if you throw out a ring he wears all the time, he’ll throw out something of yours that youcherish.” You gestured towards her vanity where the Tiffany box sat. She’d just bought herself a necklace for doing so well on her exams and you knew that Harry would retaliate with it.

Your best friend eyed the necklace and then the ring in her fingers. “You’re right,” she finally agreed. You let out a huge breath—there was always the risk of being too weird about Harry and blowing your own cover, but once Gemma ducked into her brother’s room and pinged Harry’s back with the ring, you knew the cover was totally intact.

***

God, you didn’t want to party. The break ended next week and soon it’d be books and schedules and debt again. Who could be shotgunning 4Lokos at a time like this?! Plus, none of the bars were open this day of the week so the only option was a freakin’ house party. What uni students over the age of 21 go to house parties?

But Gemma wanted to, and what she wants, she gets. Though you loved her tenacious attitude at times, all you cared about right now was taking off your revealing top and climbing into bed.

You nursed on straight Coke in the kitchen and absentmindedly watched Gemma go hard. You trusted her and vice versa; she knew her limits but still could have a really, really good time. The men of the party were in awe as she threw back tequila and slapped the bag right after, and even the inside of yourmouth was feeling withered just watching her.

“Hey, there,” you heard from off to the side. You casually lulled your head over to see a shockingly attractive guy. He had thick, dark hair with a sprinkling of light brown freckles on the bridge of his nose.

“Hi. You lost?” you joked, moving to make room on the upholstered bench next to you, where the mystery man joined you.

“Not anymore.” Mm. The faint scent of alcoholic breath wafted to your face but this stranger was keeping his composure quite well. “I’m Russell.”

“Y/N, pleasure,” you hummed, shaking his hand.

He started chatting you up, but to be fair, it was in one ear and out the other. He was clearly throwing words to the wind, and not even his good looks or nice cologne could draw your attention. It wasn’t like Harry, who could entice you with conversations about chopped liver if he so wanted to.

Ahh, Harry. You wondered what he was up to right now. He was probably at a party himself, drinking watery beer and flirting with any bird with eyelash extensions that gave him attention. God, why were you getting so jealous of him? You certainly didn’t owe him any loyalty and neither did he. In fact, if you so desired, you could go out and get laid right now and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it!

Your attention drifted back to the cute boy next to you. Somehow, as Russell droned on about his recent physics prof, you started to see Harry in his features. Certainly not in anything coming out of his mouth, but the curls that flopped down into his face were just like H’s after he’s played footy all day. Russell’s hands had prominent veins on them, just like Harry’s hands when they were grabbing at your skin and smacking your ass. Even the way he toyed with his bottom lip while thinking aloud.

Though H was really the last person you wanted on your mind right now, all these physical thoughts were making Russell more and more attractive by the minute. He wasn’t Harry, but maybe he could be Great Value Harry. You reciprocated his flirty chatter and got touchy with him, and things quickly devolved into kissing in the corner of the kitchen you two occupied.

Things were happening surprisingly fast for how sober you were. You went upstairs with him, you made out with him on a random bed, you undressed each other, and before you knew it he was rolling on a condom and pushing himself into you.

It wasn’t necessarily that it was bad sex. Russell had soft lips that kissed your neck as he thrusted and he certainly wasn’t small, but it didn’t really blow you out of the water. Your toes didn’t curl and your eyes didn’t roll back into your skull. He even lasted a decent amount of time, but once you made your mind up about not getting an O, you kinda just wanted it to end.

Once it did, he got busy falling asleep and you tried to not take it personally (c’mon, it’s pretty taxing for a guy to cum). You tugged your clothes back on and went out to look for Gemma, and of course she was upstairs as well, throwing up into a bathroom trashcan.

“Hey, Gem, how you feel?” you asked, rubbing at her back and tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Better now that this is out of me. Wanna go home?” she mumbled, sighing and wistfully staring at the toilet that she was seconds from making it into.

“Yep. C’mon, I’ll call an Uber,” you said to no one, hoisting a lackadaisical Gemma onto your shoulder and out of the house.

Once home, getting Gemma situated was the most difficult part. Her mother worked late and Harry was probably out, but even without the chance of running into one of her family members, she was still heavy. Her choice to not use her legs at all certainly didn’t do you any favors, either.

When the front door opened and the familiar smell of her abode hit Gemma’s nose, she perked up. It became minimally easier to hoist her up the stairs and into her bed. You did your best to scrub at the makeup that had lasted through her dancing and puking without waking her, but she was so tired and lulled to sleep by her drinks that an earthquake wouldn’t make her stir for at least eight hours. You nodded at the unopened cheap water on her nightstand, reminding yourself to get her a reusable bottle.

Your work was done. Gemma was snoring smoothly within minutes with a clean face and a drink waiting for her in the morning. You got laid, even though you were completely sober, it wasn’t exactly a great dick review, and you’re a 21-year-old who got fucked at a house party. Maybe it was just time to go home and accept the night for… whatever it was. You padded downstairs softly despite the minor coma your best friend was in. Common courtesy, you supposed.

Thump.

Face first into a chest. It was totally dark in the house and you definitely didn’t expect there to be a solid torso in Gemma’s living room for you to bump into. A sharp gasp filled your lungs and the figure reached behind and clicked the lamp on. Harry, of course.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me,” you breathed, slapping a hand to your chest.

“It’s my house,” he grumbled. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw his puffy eyes and messy hair and wrinkled clothes. He’d been sleeping.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? I thought you’d be out.” Just seeing him in such a soft state made your lower belly swirl.

He shook his head a bit. “What are y’doing here?”

“Went to a party with Gem. She got too wild so I put her to bed,” you bluntly explained.

Harry pursed his lips, crossing his arms and eyeing you focusedly. “Did you have a good time?”

“No,” you answered quickly, because you didn’t. “I didn’t drink and I had to take care of Gemma and I fucked someone.” That last part fell out of your mouth before you had a chance to think twice.

There were a few beats of a heavy silence and you wondered if you made a mistake. “Did they fuck you good, baby?” he finally asked, no emotion inflecting his words.

You couldn’t have been less prepared for that response. “No,” you whimpered, face getting hot at his critical stare.

“Oh, doll, they couldn’t fuck yeh like I can, huh?” His voice was pure sex—every response he had to you threw you off more than the last. Everything he said just floated off his tongue and danced into the room and onto whosever’s ears they were around.

“No, they couldn’t,” you choked out. You felt like your throat was closing. “No one fucks me like you do and I can’t understand it. I shouldn’t be seeing you because it’s so wrong but...” God, shut up shut up shut up. Your word vomit amused Harry beyond belief. The smug look on his face was making you feel even smaller than his height already did.

“Oh, I know what you’re sayin’, doll,” he laughed. “You wanna do the right thing by m’sister but yeh just can’t. Deep down y’know you’ll always come back to me, hmm?” Harry took a step towards you, and you completely froze. You thought that he was about to bend down and kiss you but he surprised you yet again by snapping a hand up and gripping it around your neck. “I own you, y’hear me?”

You nodded, or at least the best you could with his vice grip on you. Every breath you tried to take stopped short in the back of your throat, and it almost felt like your feet were about to lift off the ground. Your own hands flew up to claw at Harry’s hand before his grip finally softened. A thick gasp sucked in and your legs threatened to not support your body, but he grabbed at you and steadied you. His fingers grazed your quivering lips. “Who’s mouth is this?” he asked, intently staring.

“Yours,” it came out as a whisper. Normally he’d be much meaner and wouldn’t accept such a quiet response, but he was feeling generous, apparently. He leaned down and kissed you, sucking in on your bottom lip and biting the red flesh.

The two of you made your way down to the couch, such that you were straddling Harry and he was cupping at your ass. Your hair kept falling in your faces, but he didn’t care and continued to kiss you and grab at your throat.

He took a break and leaned back on the couch, taking his time to lazily cup at the soft skin behind your thighs. “Mmm, and who’s ass is this?” When you breathed out another “yours” he smacked it audibly. “Goddamn right, pet.”

He didn’t take your shirt off, nor any of his clothes. He lifted you just enough for you to tug your shorts and panties down, and for him to pull his leaking cock out of his dark sweats. You tried to tease for a moment, grinding your bare center against him, but he put a stop to that. “Do I even have t’ask if this is mine?” he growled, assertively cupping your cunt with his big hand. You shook your head and he smirked, guiding his tip up and down your slit.

“Nope, because I know it’s mine,” he whispered, letting you slip his whole length inside your wet pussy. He shoved his hands up the back of your shirt, dragging his nails down the soft skin. Once you’d bottomed out and you were desperately grinding your clit against his pubic bone, he put a hand flat on your chest. “Lean back and ride me, pet.”

You obeyed to the best of your ability. You put your hands behind you on his knees and shifted your weight back, allowing him to fully watch himself disappear into you. The coarse, dark curls at the base of his member lightly stimulated your clit on the downstrokes, making you helplessly whimper while you fucked yourself on him.

“Are yeh sure you fucked someone?” he grunted. “So fuckin’ tight, I just don’t believe it.” His fingers snaked down and played around with your clit, which undoubtedly threw off your bouncing. Your hips begged to stay down and enjoy the circles he was tracing over your button, but he wouldn’t let you. His free hand went to your hip, just above where it bent into your thigh, and guided you to start moving again. “Uh-uh. Keep ridin’ me, love. I know yeh can keep a rhythm, hmm?”

So you kept riding. The pressure of his tip ghosting around your G-spot combined with him stimulating your clit was making it difficult to stay quiet. Sure, Gem was asleep, but she wasn’t dead, and if you made a ridiculous amount of noise, she’d definitely investigate.

“Gonna cum, aren’t yeh?” he asked, and fuck, he was right. That knot was already starting to form in your lower belly.. “I can tell. Yeh gonna let go, all over m’cock? Gonna make a mess fo’ me?”

His words caused you to spill over, and you were no longer able to hold yourself up leaning back. He was very forgiving of this, and let you grab at his shoulders while riding out your high. Once you’d stopped shaking and panting into his neck, he thrusted his hips up into you once, twice, three times and came inside of you with a grunt and some more nail-digging, this time into your thighs.

And then it was silent. You meekly got off of him and shakily pulled your shorts back up. You two quietly redressed, Harry nearly dead from his draining orgasm and you weak in the legs from your sexual workout. The only noise was the scratch of fabric on fabric and your shared heavy breathing. Finally, when you were gathering your things to leave, Harry spoke in his sultry, hoarse voice.

“I like when you come around,” he smiled, and you immediately returned it. It didn’t seem like much, but this was Harry’s way of expressing affection. Regardless of how good he was in bed or how witty and charming he came off, he was still a goofy teenage boy who had trouble talking about his emotions.

A little giggle came out of your nostrils. “Thanks, Haz.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, hmm?” he asked, pinning that unconfident noise at the end despite knowing you’d be back. He was already relaxing, crossing his arms behind his head and lazily eyeing you scramble towards the front door.

“Yeah,” you dreamily affirmed, giving a quick wave to Harry (which he goofily returned) and floating out the front door. “Tomorrow,” you said to the empty street in front of you, toying with your car keys in your hands.

#yahtzeeeeeee #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harryforvogue #permanentcross #jawllines #haroldloverboy #inwhichitrytowritesomething #adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Accidentally put my phone number in a newspaper ad and refuse to fix it? I'll drive you out of business.

The end result of this story, which I will tell you upfront, is that we lost the ability to order from several local Pizza-Huts ...for lyfe...

Used to we had a phone number that was very similar to a Pizza-Hut, their number was (555)455-5575 and ours was (555)455-5515. Now these two numbers are commonly mixed up for obvious reasons. This was back before the days of cellphones and everyone having their own personal number, and we actually had to get a caller ID because of this.

For years we had this Pizza-Huts client base call our house (about 50/50 split sober/drunk) and order pizzas. The thing is people WILL NOT LISTEN when you tell them "Sorry wrong number" we would have drunk people call back 4-5 times and then begin screaming into the phone "I KNOW THIS IS A FUCKING PIZZAHUT YOU ASSHOLE!" or "GIVE ME THE NUMBER OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS."

This was pretty normal and the pizza hut was even aware of this and profusely apologized when we would call them. (Never giving us anything for free though, despite the massive inconvenience of the phone ringing off the hook.)

Well Pizza Hut Corporate then pays for an advertisement on paper, bill-board, and phone book. And guess what? They botched the number they put OUR number on the things for the phone number as one of the locations in our town for Pizza Huts pizza. Why? Because 1's and 7's are the same number apparently.

The phone calls we get FUCKING EXPLODES. It goes from like 3-5 phone calls a day to like 100-200. Initially we were directing people with a message that simply said "THIS IS NOT PIZZA HUT! THEIR NUMBER IS XXXXXXXX" It didn't end. We would get calls with people screaming into the voice recording "I WANT A FUCKING PIZZA THIS IS BULLSHIT I'M GOING TO KILL WHOEVER DOESN'T ANSWER THIS FUCKING PHONE!" (Aren't boomers great? We got that shit all the time from older people.) I cannot tell you how many times I've been told to kill myself for trying to direct someone to the correct place, and for some FUCKING reason no one EVER listens.

Well upon this happening my Dad calls into the pizza hut and says "look, all we want is to not have to change our number. If you guys will PLEASE change yours, or pay for ours to be changed (it was like a 10 dollar convince fee or some shit.) we will stop getting your damned phone calls." The manager cussed my Dad, who had him on speaker phone, calling him shit load of names and for "getting him bad reviews" as well as losing customers to his branch, which is locally owned. What a fucking joke. Its costing their business a solid 10 grand EASY over a phone number why not JUST CHANGE IT? IDK.

My Dad looks at the phone, hangs up and says "Ok asshole, you want to be like that about it?"

My dad then instructs My 17 year old self (and my sister) to take all calls from now on. If it rings pick it up, take the order, and say "Ok your pizza should be there in (1.5 hours)" Then when they call back to tell them "Sorry the driver just left." and if they call back a third time say "Well I can get you on the phone with my manager but hes probably going to kick your ass if you keep complaining." And then switch the phone with someone else and have them say "Listen here bitch, you aren't getting your pizza and we are keeping your money, fucking get over it."

Or something along those lines anyway.

Two weeks pass and my Dad tries to get said Pizza Hut to change our number for free. Never pointing out that they fucked up their ad, as apparently they were completely oblivious to this fact. Again the manager screams at my Dad saying "I don't have the money to change your fucking number!" We even tried calling OTHER pizza huts to get the issue resolved, and their corporate with no real luck. Fair enough, its game on time now bitch why? For two reasons 1. My dad got a phone with a transfer button and 2. Because summer was rolling around, and me and my sister loved fucking with people over this. It was a really bad influence on us tbh.

We fielded phone calls every day all day long, we had friends come over and they loved partaking in the same thing. We had a general plan:

Every other call would get a pizza "delivery" On the other calls we would get them really pissed off talking shit to them and saying "Ok do you want to speak with my manager?" And just cold transfer them to the pizza hut. It took 6 more weeks of us doing this, and the pizza hut closed. A few weeks before they closed we got a phone call from pizza hut corporate who more or less threatened us with a cease and desist sounded like they didn't really understand what was actually happening as it accused us of "stealing their phone calls." LMFAO. We called their corporate and explained what was going on, and even played our recordings of talking with them before about the issue and ignoring us. All they said is "You had better stop! This is ILLEGAL!" over and over. We didn't stop. They were aware of what was going on and didn't want to do anything about it because to fix their FUBAR.

A few weeks after the owner lost his job he called our house and was trying to argue with my Dad about how "bad of a person he was because I lost money, and got my ass beat several times." ...apparently we had pissed a few people off so bad they actually went in and attacked him and other staff... To this day it cracks me up that a company can be so oblivious, and is the single reason I don't believe we live in anything close to a "Meritocracy" anyone in this position who has any merit would instantly change the number, but not a corporation who has money to sue, and not a middle manager who has an ego problem.

(source) (story by mikemikemike247)

#prorevenge #by mikemikemike247 #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #revenge story #last10

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coolspacequips · 6 years ago

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Ugh my mom is so wholesome and pure, she's been visiting my more Volatile family in LA this last week and mentioned, dismissive and bored, that ya they kinda went down Hollywood Blvd for like a second one morning but OH!!

And then she lights up and puts her hands up, and she makes this rly specific excited like Ah!! when she's rly happy or thinks something is rly cool and she was like "I've got something to show you! Well, I took this pic for Mama but... Look at this, I have NEVER seen this before...!"

And she like, came over and flicked thru her phone and had this big grin to show me a picture she took. And it's a little hummingbird nest outside of some family member's house w eggs in it and everything and she's just like :0!!!!!

Country girl 4 lyfe, her parents have always had feeders and we finally got some a few years back, we're always surrounded by hummingbirds all the time, but I've never seen a nest. It was neat! and then the highlight of her trip was p much giving another family member someone 2 wake up to after surgery when he thought he had not a person he could call, like... Maybe she's not perfect but she's a saint TBH, the lady is inexplicable

#this isn't remotely Voltron but she's so sweet y'all #personal #text posts #my aunt is a very successful and self made woman and she's got money and a lot of like #honestly like hangers on most of the ca family is trying to get something from her but my mom is her bff and doesn't ask for anything #so she's always bringing her to travel and to see her and gossip lmao #she must be like a breath of fresh air w some of those frickin ppl especially my uncle 🙄#anyway no one asked but there's some family trivia for y'all #also for the record i do live in the city i didn't inheret her tuff constitution or mechanic skills unfortunately :')

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joshuallyman · 6 years ago

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you ever think about just how brotherly josh and toby are? like especially in the santos era. CAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE A HUGE ASS THING ABOUT IT. step into my josh and toby = brothers 4 lyfe essay below

so josh goes off on his own to find santos, his beautiful latino congressman from texas. toby gets mad josh is leaving.

when he talks to toby about it, toby is kind of always a straight up DICK and gets super mad josh did this without him?

LIKE let’s go over a few of the things toby says to josh about santos

“you and your garage sale find”

“matthew santos isn’t going to win anything”

“all you’ve got is a chance to shape the debate, strengthen the party, and you blew it!”

“you’re not supposed to try and win anything. you don’t have the man.”

like how demoralizing for josh to hear this from toby whose opinion he truly cares about so much.

santos starts to do well and toby gets jealous i think? he’s still shitting on santos every chance he can cause i think he’s also a little mad his little brother could do this without him. he takes his anger out on josh in a few ways, like he’s ranting about how josh just dropped stuff when he left, when it all got handed off.

toby also gets competitive? like he throws ricki rafferti into the ring just to fuck with santos and it super gets under josh’s skin and josh can’t understand WHY toby would do something like this and he asks toby why he didn’t just call and give ideas if he didn’t like what josh was doing and of course toby can’t say BECAUSE YOU HURT MY FEELINGS BY NOT COMING TO ME, YOUR BIG BROTHER, BEFORE YOU GOT SANTOS.

there’s this:

“why the hell didn’t you come to me before you picked santos? you have any idea how strong a force we would have been if we had taken on a candidate together?”

like woof. toby is so sad and upset josh didn’t come to him to do this together. like two normal co-workers don’t get pissed off like that, but these two, it maters. then josh tries to fix it in a truly sibling fashion

“well I’m asking you now.”

then TOBY keeping up with the theme here “YEAH WELL NO”. LIKE OKAY.

you guys are supposed to be on the same team (democrats) working for the same goals but the relationship between these two is so complicated that their hurt feelings towards each other get in the way of the party’s best interest.

THEN THE MOST BROTHERLY FASHION. WHAT HAPPENS? they get into a stupid physical fight where no one actually seems to throw a punch? like is that weird to anyone else??? their fight is so weird. they’re just like grappling with each other and neither of them throws a punch at the other.

(wow so much second hand embarrassment just from posting this)

this is of course underscored by the fact that toby has just lost his actual brother and so he takes his anger out on the next closest thing he has to a brother which is josh.

flash forward a couple of episodes to when josh and toby run into each other while josh is waiting to talk to leo and josh extends an olive branch of sorts by telling toby

“we could have used you out there” and toby actually says something kinda nice “did okay without me”.

and then josh basically says like hey i’m sorry i never came to you first because “it’s not the same”. this line always breaks my heart a little bit cause he’s running the santos campaign without his friends.

fast forward again and toby has been fired for the leak stuff and everything and josh goes to visit him (after a low key guilt trip from cj). toby again is standoffish and dickish towards josh since they’re still mad at each other.

josh asks him if he’s seen the debate cause one of the morals to the story here is JOSH IS ALWAYS SEEKING TOBY’S APPROVAL. and toby in peak toby fashion insults santos.

“kind of a rush with the prep, looked like.”

and josh gets defensive of course. since it’s kind of universally accepted that santos did really well in the debate and josh still can’t get toby to say good job. and then toby lures him into a false sense of security again by saying santos is a charismatic guy so josh is like !!!! and confides in him a little bit more and then toby shut him down again saying the president doesn’t think santos is gonna win.

and josh is sad and looks like this

and theeey’re back to fighting with each other again. so josh makes to leave and toby throws out the

“you’re not coming back at least have the integrity to say that out loud.”

which to me just sounds like peak toby talk where he’s really saying um hey you’re my only friend who can actually come near me and the fact you might not come back is upsetting to me.

and then josh!!! comes!!! back!!! (in his corduroy jacket which i’m still unsure about) bc he speaks toby and know what toby was really saying and then toby looks like this:

like wow josh actually cares enough and uh, josh needs toby’s approval so he’s gonna hassle toby until he gets it

“cause it’ll kill you to see me do this and succeed”

PEAK LITTLE BROTHER BEHAVIOR. like this whole campaign josh has wanted toby’s approval and the whole campaign toby has slammed the door on that and josh has finally snapped and then toby hits a nerve with josh cause he picks a point about santos that josh can’t refute.

but after this we see josh and toby talk a lot on the phone and toby is always giving advice, like he’s actively following the campaign at home now. when they’re closing in on the election and josh is manic but he still manages to clear his head enough to listen to toby cause that’s the advice he craves so much

AND YEAH. this basically concludes my essay. josh and toby are brothers who bicker and argue and fight but can never push each other away fully because they care about each other too much.

i also think it’s sweet how josh and toby mirror brad and richard in real life who have known each other since brad was 18?? and they bicker but love each other so much.

~END

#wow #idek what happened here #josh lyman #toby ziegler #the west wing #west wing #bradley whitford #richard schiff #wwobservations

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fatesluck · 5 years ago

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phone meme.

001 / what was my muses last sent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms: dude i forgot to delete the test nude you sent me to approve of before you sent it to roOLIVER, sms: i fucking screamedOLIVER, sms: i was trying to find this picture of a referral from my doctor that i took and i just saw your WHOLE COCK

002 / what was my muses last unsent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms, unsent: i got arrested but alaric is coming to bail me out

003 / what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

[insert a pic of him and Rowan with the dog filter and Reina looking annoyed in the background]

004 / what my muse saved your number as?

andy bffl 4 lyfe

005 / what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

006 / what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes.

007 / how many times my muse has called your this week?

Four times, two of which being FaceTime.

008 / how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

One missed call, but he called back an hour later.

#ride or die or nothing | andy.#answers | ooc.#muse monday.#angels :(#unfortunatescn

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nerdsonearthblog · 6 years ago

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If you’re paying any attention at all to my posts or my Twitter feed or my phone background, you know that I think Laura Kinney and Honey Badger are the best things going in the comics world right now. In my mind, there isn’t even a contest.

Laura’s stint as Wolverine (in All New Wolverine) was excellent, but you knew it had an expiration date on it beginning with issue #1 because there was no way Logan was going to stay dead. Le sigh…

But All New Wolverine did bring us Gabby aka Honey Badger and she is an absolute delight and I’ll fight anyone who thinks otherwise. Where Laura goes and whatever moniker she might be operating under, so too goes Gabby. This has been true since Gabby’s introduction within the pages of All New Wolverine, and it continues to be the case in both X-Men Red and now the new X-23 series.

This X-23 comic just wrapped on its first arc, “Two Birthdays and Three Funerals,” and there’s much to talk about. I mean, besides the fact that is stars both Laura and Gabby. For me, that is enough! But the writer and art team deliver that delightful package with excellence.

Clones vs Clones

Clones are no novelty in the Marvel Comics world; not even remotely. The Stepford Cuckoos are clones of Emma Frost and have very similar power sets (telepathy and a diamond form). Since their introduction back in 2001, this blonde bombshell hive mind has seen quite the fluctuation in numbers. They were once the Five-in-One, then the Four-in-One, then the Thousand in One – before settling into being the Three-in-One after the deaths of Sophie and Esme, respectfully.

Only “settling” isn’t the right word, as this first arc of X-23 has the Three-in-One (Mindee, Celeste, and Phoebe) trying to find suitable hosts for the consciousnesses of their departed sisters. As it turns out, the host bodies are quickly depleted by the psychic connection amongst the sisters…but a scientist the sisters mind-jack assures them that X-23 or one of her clones would be a workable host given their extreme healing factors.

That brings the two sets of clones into conflict, of course, when the Cuckoos abduct Gabby and attempt to transfer Esme’s mind into her body.

But all of this clone craziness isn’t just plot and pictures in X-23. The writer, Mariko Tamaki, devotes a lot of letters to exploring the very idea of clones. On the “Did Adam have a bellybutton?” kinda front, she asks “Do clones have birthdays?” But more significantly, she plays with the word “sister.” Both Laura and Gabby and the Cuckoos use the term. In some ways, the relationship that that term refers to is showcased similarly between the two sets of clones; for instance in the ways each makes sacrifices for those they call sister. But they also diverge meaningfully as well…I can’t say too much more without spoiling elements of the plot, but suffice to say that family – another concept interesting to ponder with regards to clones – is portrayed very differently between the two sets of clones featured.

I’m still unsure how Sophie ends up in Laura’s mind…I mean, I can make an educated guess, but I combed the issues over two or three times trying to find a straight answer and didn’t find one. And the final battle was a bit less climactic than I’d hoped. But overall, the story was intriguing.

The Art Is Killer

Juan Cabal (who is joined by Marcio Fiortio in issue 5) and Nolan Woodard deliver some delicious eye candy through the first five issues of this series.

The emblems on each of the Cuckoos’ shawls COMBINE to form the iconic X. Just a small, cool detail!

Neat depiction of what a battle with the Cuckoos – or any telepath – must feel like. Chaos and confusion and overwhelming.

I don’t have a deep reason for liking this particular image besides that its pretty.

Laura done got duped by the Cuckoos. Neat use of space and parallels.

I love it most when I can enjoy both the writing and the art style of any given book. That doesn’t happen all the time, unfortunately…but it also doesn’t happen with disturbing frequency thankfully! The team helming X-23 are a good match and bring something noteworthy to the title in each of their areas.

Laura and Gabby Continue to Be the Best

This Cuckoo arc was an interesting opening salvo for what I hope will continue to prove to be a comic worthy of subscription. They’re putting Laura and Gabby into a mentor/mentee relationship that I 100% dig and that is augmented by their shared DNA. There is a lot of good story left for these two across both titles (this and X-Men Red), and I couldn’t be happier.

PS: If Honey Badger ever gets killed…I will break something so that I can have the satisfaction of knowing that something in the world will share the condition of my heart. Team Honey Badger 4 lyfe ❤

Luara Kinney Still Kicks A#% as X-23: A Review If you're paying any attention at all to my posts or my Twitter feed or my…

#honey badger #laura Kinney #X-23

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ihatebeingfat123 · 4 years ago

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Tuesday 4. may tw

82.4kg(!!!)

Wow im so shocked. Im at my lw. Havent been this light since 8 grade. Im so proud of myself. When i woke up and went to go shower my fostermom was in it and i was waiting outside for like five min and she was still not done(btw when i came she was out of it) she was just buttering up and breathing and moaning. Honestly think she was doing somthing nasty. She was rude when i asked if she could hurry up. What a bitch. Told her i was going out on sunday. Omw to work i got a text saying the meeting is moved till saturday😳 now i definetly wont be allowed to go. But quite honestly, fuck all.

My head is hurting and pounding when i stand up too fast. Its kinda like a migrane and i cant see. My mom has chronic migranes- what if starving myself triggers my dna to start giving me it. Ugh. Anyways. Break at lunch again. I work in a kindergarten fyk. The ladies were nice and said i can be inside with them today. They know about my mom and yeah. They sympathize. Oh hey i called with my ex from florida yesterday. Quite nice. He is giving me a chance. But i just want to be friends i told him that too.

Extra tw lmao. My stomach has been ok. Its been a little pain and suffering. Little grows here and there. And because of the pstav i have in my arm now which is ruining my lyfe i have a naaasty coochie. And my stomach hurts. I think i have a type of infection or bacterial stuff. Like i have had chlamydia before and idk. This isnt it.

Anyways now ill have to speak to her again🙄 saying its been moved to saturday. But they will tell me no. But ill say fuck yall and leave. Then they will yell as i walk out. Kinda badass. She says im not in controll. But actions speaks louder than words. Ill fucking show them. Scorpio vibes only. Fuck you ugly caprisun. And you leo son. UGH how i hate them now.

Im glad for my lw and i hope i can get to 79.9kg or lower before the 14. ill be going home on a visit. And i need to be skinny. Well i know that aint it but i need to be less fat. I guess you can say. Ive been watching tiktoks, mukbangs, thin/fatspo on yt and talking with people on the phone to hold up my time. I feel like i should do walks and stuff but im too weak.

OH and the training senter opened a week ago... i told her imma be going back tomorrow. Gettin that fat ass. I hope i dont pass out. Oh no i have to eat protein... Aahh more cals. Well looks like dinner is served tomorrow. Fug. But yeah. We do be gettin that summa bodey.

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mangopit · 7 years ago

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85 questions

my pal @ofsuchchemistry tagged me! sorry for getting to this so late ahh

— what was your last…

1. drink: a watermelon drink 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: i told the girl i was mentoring in european history that our weekly meetings were done lol :’) 4. song you listened to: in/between - satchmode 5. time you cried: hmmMMm i was probably watching this shane dawson video and i cried bc i could tell he felt really bad for molly

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: mm not really? 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

— fave colours

12. any shade of purple 13. aquamarine 14. jade

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: no? 17. laughed until you cried: probably 18. found out someone was talking about you: no??? 19. met someone who changed you: nah 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: no

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: don’t have a facebook! 23. do you have any pets: i’ve got a dog :) 24. do you want to change your name: no 25. what did you do for your last birthday: probably went out to dinner? i’m not sure tbh whoops 26. what time did you wake up today: 6:05 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: studying for a physics test 28. what is something you can’t wait for: i’m planning to catch up on some gmm while doing homework tonight, so once i post this ya girl will be on that MARATHON LYFE 30. what are you listening to right now: vacation - superfruit (what legends!!!!) 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: don’t believe i have!

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: people who stare at me from across the room but then don’t talk to me... i’m not angry i’m just really curious as to why you’re staring at me!!

33. most visited website: google drive 34. hair colour: black with inconsistently bleached brown tips 35. long or short hair: i want short hair but i have to wait until after graduation!!

36. do you have a crush on someone: ehhh yeah probably

37. what do you like about yourself: i’m generally easy to talk to?? probably?? 38. want any piercings: not really but i’m not opposed to them 39. blood type: dang am i supposed to know?? (...don’t answer that) 40. nicknames: jazelyn, banana mcgee, jingle 41. relationship status: single! 42. sign: leo 43. pronouns: she/her 44. fave tv show: legend of korra, though right now it’s gotta be andi mack 45. tattoos: none 46. right or left handed: right 47: ever had surgery: no 48. piercings: just on my earlobes! 49. sport: nah 50. vacation: uhhhHHh after school ends? so like from the end of may to august-ish? 51. trainers: black tennis shoes that happen to be nikes

— more general

52. eating: i ate a bowl of instant noodles earlier 53. drinking: nothing rn. water, i guess, but in gas form 54. i’m about to watch: youtube my duuuude 55. waiting for: tomorrow after school so i can chill in the library for a bit

56. want: my saturday prom plans to go well eep 57. get married: sure?? 58. career: an editor tbh but also anything where i can be creative or MAKE SOMETHING would be lovely

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: hugs? 60. lips or eyes: lips 61. shorter or taller: taller? depends/doesn’t matter 62. older or younger: depends 63. nice arms or stomach: ?? stomach, though i don’t have an opinion 64. hookup or relationships: relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant. i think my answer changed since last time lol

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: no! 67. drank hard liquor: nope 68. turned someone down: sort of but also not really? 69. sex on first date: no lol 70: broken someone’s heart: no?? hopefully not?? 71. had your heart broken: no 72. been arrested: no 73. cried when someone died: yes 74. fallen for a friend: maybe? sort of? not really? are we friends?

— do you believe in

75. yourself: yes 76. miracles: yes 77. love at first sight: no 78. santa claus: indefinitely 79. angels: sure

— misc

80. eye colour: brown 81. best friend’s name: mattdesicaitlinbriannasaradanielle OY 82. favourite movie: this is hella pretentious but eternal sunshine of the spotless mind 83. favourite actor: mmm joshua rush? he’s a sweet lil boi

84. favourite cartoon: lok 85. favourite teacher’s name: sr. pullins probably. spanish teacher!

tagging @waffleducks64 @dorkybooknerd @pum-pum if you want! and anyone else, really. i’m curious!

#tag #woohoojazelyn replies #long post

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hemplyfe · 4 years ago

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1. THE FOOD YOU'RE EATING

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4. ALL OF THE LIGHTS

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5. HITTING THE SAUCE

This one may actually be surprising considering that an alcoholic beverage before bed is called a “nightcap” but drinking too much before bed can actually lessen not only the amount of sleep but the quality of sleep too. In fact, consuming more than 3 alcoholic beverages can disturb REM sleep and lead to waking less rested and falling asleep during the day. If your evening libations are disturbing your sleep, try moving your nightcap up a few hours or drinking night time tea to wind down. Please never mix alcohol with sleep medicines, it’s very dangerous.

NO MATTER THE CAUSE, BETTER SLEEP LEADS TO BETTER MORNINGS

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