#ping roman

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

hey vi! do you have descriptions for pingverse super-outfits? thank you ❤️

[all of the keepers suits pre-defection look very similar in structure, theyre variations on the "Base" keeper uniform]

Patton: Robin-egg blue and pale yellow suit. More padding than Romans or Logan's because he mostly fight hand to hand. blue rounded domino

Logan: Mostly dark blue, some mid-blue and black. Geometric patterns. theres one on his neck/chest that looks a bit like a tie, prompting "professor quasar" memes. dark blue angular domino

Roman: white and gold, resembles a body-suit version of his canon outfit, very early on has a red cape but ditches a few months after the dark sides come on the scene as major players because remus loves f///ing with it. white domino

and our dark sides

Virgil: full-body armor and helmet, black and dark purple. after the join up he adds some gray and light purples in

Janus: a very close-fit black scale-textured body suit that can change with him within limits (he can make it imitate closer cut clothing but not, say, a hoodie. doesnt wear a mask

Remus: just wears green cargo pants and a sleeveless black tank top under whatever unhinged tech suit or weapon rig he's wearing that. also doesnt wear a mask

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

roman and gerri in season four, a summary--

4.03:

roman: hi :) gerri: NO

later

gerri: hi :) / :'( roman: NO

later

roman: hi :) / :'( gerri: NO

4.04:

gerri: hi :) roman: NO

4.05: gerri: hi :) roman: NO

4.06: gerri: NO roman: NO

4.07: roman: hi :) gerri: NO

4.08: (gerri not present; roman rebounds, destroys democracy)

4.09 (deleted): gerri: hi :) roman: hi :) roman: wait roman: NO

4.10: roman to onscreen gerri: hi :) roman to irl gerri: NO gerri: 👀

[j0jorocity]

@pin4tre DREW THIS FOR ME!!! <3333

[an-organized-confusion]

You know me talking about being amused that psytrance is like the opposite genre to musical theater?

(Minimal to no lyrical content vs. lyrics being the backbone of the entire genre. Atmospheric instrumental heavy vs. vocals heavy. Lots of synthesized instruments and sample usage vs. acoustic/analog/live arrangements. And so on...)

What if music producer / DJ!Thomas AU? I just- imagine everyone dressed up in aesthetic of different electronica scenes.

Partial to the twins doing [psy]trance scene stuff - but Remus doing stuff more in the dark psy arena~

[marinacourage]

can’t and won’t get over peteway in the nearest future, i can’t help but respect nut and ping’s take on their characters. “we know this is not a ship this isn’t even a boat but we’re gonna create a tension so romantically charged y’all would be ready to cross the atlantic on this inflatable banana of a pairing”. i’m convinced they read the script and said “those two, pete and way, we’re playing them like endgame romantic interests” and the showrunners said “yeah whatever idc” and now we’re all bitter and traumatised in the middle of the ocean on a half deflated yellow banana

[toastytrusty]

thinking endlessly about how romans main relationships outside of the family in later seasons are lukas and mencken, and how their dynamics with rome foil each other both narratively and in-universe. lukas represents them selling waystar, represents emotional vulnerability, represents freedom. mencken, on the other hand, represents them keeping the company, represents the toxic façade of who you Need to be, represents remaining trapped. the way romes emotions fuel the contrasting dynamics between them is endlessly fascinating

lukas, upon his second time meeting rome, immediately continuously attempts to talk abt deep kinda personal/emotional stuff, which rome shut down because he's afraid of self expression, even though deep down he craves connection. this probably scares him, so, especially after logan's death and lukas' reaction to it (on one hand being a dick and not pushing back the meeting, on the other hand trying in his own autistic way to connect and empathize with their loss, as well as being real about how awful logan was), roman distances himself. he feels pushed to the edge of his sanity and reverts to what comes most naturally to him, you guessed it, eeeemotion. he freaks out at lukas on the cliff, in his head burning any bridge built between them, which tbf he pretty much does. but to lukas, this is almost like a win for him. he's been trying to encourage roman to open up to him since they met, and he finally did! so the $5 price bump is almost like a congratualtions or a reward, as well as a spiteful fuck you. narratively it takes them one step closer to selling the company, roman's emotion being what puts him there, and in this case it's being appreciated. really, rome wants out of the company; he wants to sell and he wants to be free of it and all the pressure and expectation that comes with it.

whereas mencken was always very business-focused with roman; joking and laughing in a detached, not very real way. his focus was always succeeding and going far and not really caring how he got there, and i think that's part of why roman liked him. there was no expectation to be genuine or actually connect; he could just put on his brave face and do what they felt needed to be done. when he pushed lukas away because things got too real, he continued seeking out mencken because mencken was easy to appeal to in that way he so often does; changing himself to suit there needs. he puts mencken over everything else that mattered in his life (relationships with his family members mainly he doesn't gaf about The Economy) because he didn't have to be real with mencken. it was all just the blind pursuit for power he didn't really want and a security he felt more threatened by than anything, because he got too far in and set his sights on something (or more accurately kendall set his sights on something, and who was rome to protest?) and had to acheive it. so when the façade breaks, and mencken sees him for the first time not as the charming, witty, businessman, but as the damaged person who just wasn't built for the world, he walks away, no longer looking to protect waystar, or roman. love and sensitivity and emotion are all weaknesses to mencken, weakness he had previously not seen in roman, but now that he had it was too late. rome couldn't pretend forever and mencken bailed, handing waystar (and roman!! becase their ties to waystar are through roman!!) back to lukas and the gojo deal on a silver platter.

this inadvertantly pushes roman back towards freedom, and, in a way, back towards lukas. he told mr emotions to fuck off and ran away to be his self absorbed emotionless husk with someone who wanted nothing more from him, but that didn't work out too well. he can't stay in the cage that is waystar, he can't spend all of his time being someone he's not; it's exhausting. lukas represents his ability to acheive freedom from the toxic environment of waystar, as well as the fact that he will eventually have to confront reality, and mencken represents his unhealthy, and ultimately doomed to fail, coping mechanisms and avoidance behavior. when he tries to twist his perspective of the people around him to make them seem like good people (logan, MENCKEN), lukas shuts it down (at least with logan; i don't think the two of them ever talk abt mencken) and makes rome confront the fact that they aren't, and when rome is so deep into being someone he isn't, lukas encourages him to be himself, whereas mencken condemns him for it

[slimepuppied]

i am thinking about roman and the breakdown, i am thinking about a boy who idolizes his father, i am thinking about fatherhood as godhood, the idea logan was not a man but some immortal thing to roman, and his inability to cope.

roman is the one who immediately says "we don't know he's dead" he's immediate response is to deny, to push the thought away. anytime his father's death is acknowledged he pushes it away: his comments about per-grieving as well as the "tummy full" comment about condolences. he doesn't have to acknowledge it because it isn't real, his dad isn't dead. he is, but he's not.

and then ewan gives his speech, and the coffin is there, and roman gets up to speak and he has to look at it, he is forced to be face to face with his father. he cannot see his father as a human, he cannot see his father as anything other than a god, until he is forced to look. " is he in there ? " / " can we get him out ? "

that is the moment his father's death becomes real, the moment his world ends, the fall of rome, and his last act in the presence of his father is one that would have brought him shame

so he goes to punish himself the way logan would have.

[physically-roman-soldierbot]

WHERE AM I WHY AM I WHAT IS THIS RECTANGLE

WHATS GOING ON WHAT AM I

@physically-synthetic-engibot @physically-robotic-medic @physically-artificial-medic @mentally-joyful-demobot

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

WI(P)ing-Pong)

I've been tagged by @somebirdortheother :) Thank you!!!

The game: Let's help each other's WIP goals by playing a rousing game of WIP Ping-Pong!

The rules: If you've been tagged (pinged), post any number of lines from your current WIP of your choosing. If you'd like to continue the so-called ping-pong match, tag the person who pinged you (pong), as well as anyone else you'd like to play with!

I don’t have a lot to share today but I have started on the next chapter of Decurion’s Wife;

She would have to take her chances like any other woman in this situation. And live this next year like it was her last. 

“Do you want to tell him first?

“No, I want to tell the father.”

No pressure tagging @somebirdortheother @lady-of-imladris @hazelmaines @niennawept @jhalya @ichabodjane @starlady66 @myfavouritelunatic and anyone else who wants to play!

[colewicki]

Iiywd-Iyu Ping-Ieem

Gwoyeu Romatzyh for Cantonese

Initials

b /p/

p /pʰ/

m /m/

f /f/

d /t/

t /tʰ/

n /n/

l /l/

g /k/

k /kʰ/

ng /ŋ/

h /h/

gw /kʷ/

kw /kʷʰ/

u /w/

tz /ts/

ts /tsʰ/

s /s/

i /j/

Finals Tone1 Tone2 Tone3 Tone4 Tone5 Tone6

aa /aː/ ee aae aa auh uaa uhh

ai /ɐi/ eaii aii ai ayi aiy ay

aai /aːi/ eei eai aai uhi uai uhi

au /ɐu/ eau aew au auw ueaw euw

aau /aːu/ eeu aaw aau auhw aawuh uhw

e /ɛː/ ee eeyih e eeh eeiyh euh

ei /ei/ aey eeyh ei eihh eiyyh eyy

eu /ɛːu/ eew euw eu euwh ewu eew

i /iː/ yy iy i iih ihy ih

iu /iːu/ yyw iyw iu iyw yiu yyw

ao /ɔː/ eeow aeow ao auhw uaou uaow

aoi /ɔːy/ eeowi aoiy aoi auhwi uhwoi uhwyy

ou /ou/ owuh ouw ou euwu ewuu euww

u /uː/ wuu uuw u uww wuh wu

ui /uːy/ uwy uiy ui uih wyi wy

eeu /œː/ eyu eeyu eeu euyw eyw uhyw

eoiu /ɵy/ oeyw eoyw eoiu eoiw oeiu oeiw

iu /yː/ y iyu iu yw yu iyw

m /m̩/ eem em m eum um umm

ng /ŋ̍/ eng enng ng eung ung unng

Example Text:

廣東話/广东话

"Cantonese"

Jyutping: Gwong2 dung1 waa2

Yale: Gwóng dūng wá

I.I.P.I: Gwaeowng dwuung uaae

[julpernulper]

human physiology is my roman empire

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Ping 🌈

One of the few things Roman misses from being an on-book city-sanctioned keeper was that they let him marshal the pride parade. Can't really do that when showing up in uniform will get the whole place a run on goons

but its also been many years since he actually just got to go to a pride parade (marshalling was very much on the peacekeeper clock public relations) and he finds he's okay with the change

[dollyhao]

your phone pings with a couple times with multiple texts.

| come outside baby

| hurry

| i need to show you something!!

you huff and playfully roll your eyes as you pause your music and put down your pencil you were using to study. you send her a quick, ‘coming’ before throwing on a hoodie and your slippers.

when you step out it’s cold and you only have your sleep shorts on. so you dash to ellie’s beat up 90s car hopping in, hoping it’s warm. it is warm and ellie looks beautiful in the moonlight green eyes shining with excitement. you could practically see her vibrating in her seat.

“hey pretty girl,” you say leaning over the console, grabbing her chin and pulling her into a slow peck. you haven’t seen her in a couple days, school has been killing you lately and ellie’s been super understanding; giving you the space you need to focus on your studying.

"hey baby," ellie puts her face in your neck pecks it a couple times earning herself some sweet giggles. "i missed you," you mutter as she lets you go. "mhm~ missed you too. i have something i wanna show you." ellie pulls her hair up from her neck and shows you a tattoo thats under her ear.

it was roman numerals and your both of your initials tattooed under it. all of it in a very fancy font. "oh my fucking- ellie! this is beautiful!" you inch closer to get a clear look. the roman numerals were the day that you met. ellies always talking about how it was love at first sight, "its the day i fell in love with you." she said in a whisper.

your eyes get teary, "is it healed?" you ask reaching over to run your fingers over it. she nods and you run your thumb over the numbers and letters completely enraptured. you lean in to place a lingering kiss on it making ellie squirm.

"wanna come in?" you say with a tone full of adoration. "what about your studying?" she askes you. "ive done enough studying, come on."

[an-organized-confusion]

GDI brain.

I will NOT flesh this ReviewerVerse!AU ANY further. ISTG...

I can see Remus reviewing exploitation flicks and horror movies. Definitely demonetized, does not give A FUCK.

Virgil probably cameos with Remus there on horror. Also reviews manga/anime (mighta had a huge special with Junji Ito w/ Remus) and creepy pasta content.

Roman, entire Disney/Pixar oeuvre. Also musicals, because of course. Might branch out into Marvel.

Logan, video games and comic books. Will probably collab with Roman on Marvel stuff. Might encourage a look into other companies like Dark Horse and DC...

Patton, toy reviewer. Remus constantly trying to trick him into reviewing *tugs collar* other kinds of toys.

Janus, hmm, want to say book reviewer. Collabs with Logan a bunch there. Probably a more generalist film reviewer.

[msbigredmachine]

You Again (Roman Reigns) - Part 1

That awkward moment when the biggest star in pro wrestling happens to be your high school bully…and he’s in your office. A 2-part series.

Pairing: Bully!Roman Reigns x OC

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: Hints of smut, stalking, bullying

FINALLY! I've fleshed out this WIP. I'm so proud of myself! Hope you like it. Enjoy!

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Evelyn squeezed into the crowded elevator, relieved that she’d gotten in before the doors could slide shut. She combed her fingers through her wig, smoothed down her blouse and took a deep breath as another work day that came too soon was about to start. Stepping out on the fifth floor, she fixed her face like she didn’t wish she was back in Cancun sipping on some Piña Coladas at her beachfront cabana. 

The offices of Wow Magazine buzzed left and right, with employees and staff bustling about as the latest edition of the fashion Bible was published on print and digital media today. Evelyn plastered a smile on her face and accepted their glowing compliments on her outfit. Dressed in a cute off-white sweater blouse, a white pleated miniskirt with sheer Fendi ‘F’ tights and black stilettos, the ‘Editor-in-Chief’ nameplate pasted to her door reminded her every day that she couldn’t be caught dead looking a mess at any time.

“Latte for Miss Ashton?” Her assistant, Faith, entered her office ten minutes later with her usual Starbucks order. “Welcome back, boss. You look refreshed and ready to go already!” she chirped, setting the Styrofoam cup down on the mahogany desk. "How was your vacation?" 

"Way too short. I wanna go back already," she replied. "So what's on my agenda today before I change my mind and get outta here?"

Faith laughed and scrolled down her iPad. "You got a meeting at ten with Tessa on September’s feature cover. Your lunch meeting with Roger from Finance is at noon, then there’s a couple of itineraries that need your approval. I’ve already emailed them to you."

"Sounds good." Evelyn took a sip of her coffee and chatted some more with Faith before she was left alone to get settled. At five to ten, she was walking to the conference room when she caught a glimpse of a tall, powerfully built man standing at the reception area, his back only visible in profile. His well-tailored pinstripe gray Gucci suit was a perfect fit on his big frame and all the musculature underneath. A jolt of interest pinged through her for this attractive stranger, but it was quickly replaced by shock as he turned around and his dark eyes met hers.

This was no stranger at all. It was her worst nightmare!

It had been several years, but there was no mistaking that face. It was bad enough that she’d had to look at it every single day for much of her teen years. Said face also haunted her TV on Friday nights, and given how he'd made her life miserable, she couldn’t forget it if she tried.

Oh no. No, no…no!

She felt her stomach drop when his eyes widened. Fuck! He recognized her, too! She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his fiery stare as his lips formed her name.

“Evie?”

Hearing him address her by her shortened name snapped her temporary paralysis. Ducking her head, she almost stumbled in her heels as she rushed into the conference room and slammed the door shut. Flattening her back against it, she exhaled shakily, her heart racing at a million miles a minute as she struggled to process what she’d just seen.

More frightening was the sight of him walking into the conference room just a few moments later with Tessa, Wow’s Artistic Director, a cheery smile on her face as she announced,

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the cover star for September’s edition, WWE Superstar Roman Reigns!”

Focusing on the meeting was difficult. Staying professional was even tougher knowing her tormentor sat mere feet away, staring a hole through her the entire time. She wanted to throw up as Tessa gushed over the magazine’s newly-penned partnership with WWE, which came with a cover feature for its biggest star in their most popular edition of the year. This also meant that in just a few short weeks, Evelyn would have to see him again, as it was her job to oversee his photoshoot, wardrobe, and the interview itself. Even more nauseating was that Management was to hold a lavish yacht party this coming weekend celebrating the partnership with Joe as their special guest of honor. Clearly, a lot had transpired while she was away, and she didn’t like any of it one bit.

Neither Tessa nor Faith noticed her eagerness to get out of there when the meeting finally, thankfully ended. She quickly darted into the break room nearby and fought to catch her breath, hating that she was running around like a cornered rat. Luckily the room was empty, meaning no one could see her in her flustered state. She was known for her cool calm demeanor, but one asshole had just come into her world and turned it upside down. Again.

She couldn’t believe this! Why was the Lord testing her like this? 

Joe Anoa’i had single-handedly almost ruined her entire high school experience. For one, he made sure no boy came near her during her first three years. She was the constant butt of mean jokes thanks to his stupid football teammates, led by him and his twin cousins Jon and Josh Fatu. Her locker would often be spray-painted with derogatory names or overflowing with trash, and, at one horrific time, used condoms. She remembered the tears she’d cried after she had to clean up that disgusting stuff all by herself in front of everyone.

When her father was transferred out of state right before her senior year began, she had been beyond relieved. Most teenagers would have been devastated to be uprooted for their last year in high school, but Evelyn was ecstatic. She was never going to see Joe or his cronies again, and it was the chance to finally have a normal high school experience.

She could vividly recall the last time she saw him. She'd been so happy at the prospect of escape that, when he paused in the hall to watch her clean out her locker for the last time, she made full eye contact with him for once and laughed in his face.

"Sayonara, bitch," Evie cheesed, smiling smugly when a scowl darkened his irritatingly handsome face. 

"What are you doing?" he demanded, walking up to her, his expression intense.

"Gettin’ away from you and this fucking school forever. You’ll never see me again and I don’t gotta deal with your bullshit anymore," she replied coldly. Stepping past him, she almost fell over when he grabbed her arm and yanked her back, colliding their bodies together.

Joe leaned down, towering over her petite figure, and growled, "Oh sweetheart, trust me when I say you'll see me again. I’ll find you wherever you are, no matter how long it takes. That’s a promise."

Evelyn recalled his raspy last words with trepidation. That he had indeed found her, just like he’d threatened, spooked her to no end.

Behind her, the door clicked open, and the air in the room changed. Shifted. Charged with a palpable tension. Through the reflection of a nearby window, she saw Joe shut the door behind him. With her heart in her throat, she kept her back turned and did her best to ignore his approaching footsteps. But with only a few long strides, he was standing right behind her, boxing her in his much bigger body. She hated the way her skin prickled and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Blood pounded in her ears as his familiar scent reached her nose, triggering memories of when he had mercilessly tortured her in school. She stiffened at the reminder and struggled with her body's response to his closeness. Close enough now that there was very little room for her to escape even if she wanted to.

His hard chest molded against her back. His thick, muscular arms stretched across the table she leaned on from both sides, trapping her. She could feel every inch of him, every muscle attached to her like steel to a magnet. Her breath caught, torn between shoving him away and giving in to the arousal that pulsed through her body. When she felt his mouth close to her ear, a shiver coursed down her spine. 

"Evie," Joe breathed. His low, husky voice uttering her name set off the butterflies in her belly and spread heat through her body. As his hands moved to her shoulders, her skin broke out into goosebumps and her nipples hardened into sharp little points, chafing almost painfully against the lace of her bra. Despite her body's involuntary reaction, she held herself rigidly, staring straight ahead, giving no indication that she could feel anything.

"I thought I was imagining things," he went on in that gruff, yet velvety tone, "But no. I'd know that face anywhere.”

“Oh look, the leader of N’Stink is here. Long time no see,” Evelyn finally spoke up, her tone cold and clipped.

“Leader of what?” he laughed. She didn't see what was so funny.

“That was my name for you and the evil twins. Jon and Josh. I remember you all,” she said.

Joe smirked. “Who knew little Evie Ashton was so creative.”

“I’m not ‘Evie’ anymore. I go by Evelyn now.” She dared to glare up at him and despised the way her knees weakened immediately. He was more gorgeous than he was twenty years ago and was still able to effortlessly awaken her body with just one look, with just his proximity. It reminded her how, as a teen, she had been so confused and embarrassed by the way she simultaneously loathed him and desired him. Unfortunately nothing about that had changed. 

"This is the other reason I knew it was you." His mouth was by her ear again. To her complete shock, he pressed himself against her, and she sucked in a breath as what felt like an impressive erection lightly prodded her backside. "All you had to do was come near me and you had me so hard I couldn’t walk straight sometimes."

Hold up!

Her eyes went wide. “What are you talking about?”

“You have no damn idea how much I wanted you, Evie,” Joe elaborated, licking his lips as he gazed at her. “I wanted a taste of them soft lips. Your tits. Your pussy. Hell, I still do.”

Evelyn clenched her thighs together, failing to stop the rush of warmth between her legs at his unexpected words. “You’re fuckin’ lying,” she stammered. This coming from the same guy who regularly made fun of her skinny frame and horn-rimmed glasses back then. Total bullshit!

He shook his head. “I'm not. You feel that, don’t you?” He grinded against her again, nudging the back of her skirt a little higher up her thighs. She opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck away from her, but all that came out was a whimper. She glanced down, seeing his strong, tanned hands now grasping her hips, lining up her ass directly against his crotch. Mindlessly, she pressed back against him, her body giving into the urges despite her brain’s protests. Lust coursed through her, drugging her into docility. The same thing kept happening back in high school. Even when she was furious at him, he'd affected her so strongly on a physical level that she felt almost drunk when she was around him. What was worse, he was the first and only boy who had turned her on like that without even lifting a finger. Not even Chuka, her ex-fiancé, ever set her body on fire like this, despite his numerous attempts. 

As a teenager, she would daydream during the day, and at night, laying alone in her bed, fantasize about being with Joe Anoa’i…wondered what it would feel like, imagined the heights he could take her to if they ever had sex…

Encouraged by her complacency, Joe’s lips trailed the crook of her neck, and her head tilted back reflexively. His steel length felt like it was branding her through her skirt. She panted heavily, air expelling in short bursts from her lungs as his mouth trailed ever closer, ghosting over her jawline and her cheek before finally landing on hers, sucking her bottom lip. For the life of her, she wondered why she didn’t push him away. Perhaps it was because she was starved for a man’s touch which had been missing for the past year. Or maybe because it was a kiss she’d dreamed of; a kiss that would set her ablaze and burn her from the inside out. It was the kiss she’d wanted for two decades but never got. Until now.

Evelyn could hear her inner, mentally-scarred teen scream for joy as she turned in his arms and kissed his soft lips back with a defeated moan. The energy between them had amplified tenfold, making her heart race, urging her to dive into him. Joe seemed to read her mind and, pushing her up against the table, slipped his tongue into her mouth, his hand leaving her waist to curl around her throat. It was the simplest, yet the kinkiest of touches which unleashed a tsunami between her thighs and another moan against his lips. She felt his dick pulse against her belly as the kiss became more urgent, hungrier. With a gentle nudge of his foot, he spread her legs wider apart, and her body jerked with surprise when he shoved his other hand inside her skirt, boldly cupping the mound protected by her panties.

“Just like I thought, you’re wet as fuck. Did I make you wet like this back then? Huh?” Joe goaded, his lips an inch from hers, making her feel every word he uttered. "Tell me."

Evelyn couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back, or her body grinding against his fingers as they circled around the dampness on her underwear before tugging the satin material to the side. His hand on her neck slipped lower to grab her breast, fondling it in his large palm as his lips latched onto the side of her throat. It was an attack from all fronts and Evelyn was very much losing the fight.

Until his finger dipped inside her wetness, which her brain computed as one lascivious act too many and finally snapped her back to her senses.

“Okay, stop! Stop it!” she hissed in a panic, pushing him off her. She glanced around the room, hoping no one else was there as she adjusted her clothes, and then raced out of the room as fast as her heels could carry her, desperate to get away. She slammed her office door shut and did not come out again until he left.

On her desk, the invite to the yacht party taunted her in its fancy, elaborate lettering and graphics, a craftwork that would have impressed her if it didn’t make her want to vomit and run away forever, or better yet, book another flight to Cancun never to return.

How the fuck was she going to get through the week? 

And where the fuck was her vibrator when she needed it?

END OF PART ONE

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if they had grindr in ancient rome the whole roman forum would be filled with the sound of the notifications pinging all day. i think