#premium groupie

[alex-turners-world]

I’m scrolling thru tryna understand this drama. Do you have like a post where you break it down bcuz all I know is a lotta ppl here don’t like “premium groupie”, as yall call her. Is there equal distaste for Alex because I saw an anon here thinks of him as a man-child. I’m just very interested, so if there’s anyway you could simplify this for me…only if you want to. Thanks xx

Who doesn't like premium groupie nickname? We all love it here.

Hmm, I don't think I have a summary post about all the drama. We call her a premium groupie now because she was/ is Alex's obsessive fangirl and she stalked her way into Alex's life. He cheated with her on Taylor. And even after dating for 6 years he still treats her like a groupie. They don't live together, he's always miserable around her, seems like he calls her occasionally when he's bored so she can hop on the train and go to London to him for a fuck or two. He doesn't acknowledge her in any way. He can't even provide her a proper cake for her birthday ( and look at least remotely happy when she blows out the candles) He can't be bothered to travel earlier to her to spend more time together (Japan trip. Matt traveled earlier to Tokyo to meet Amanda there because obviously he loves her and misses her, Louise was there as well so why Alex didn't go with Matt to them is a very good question). He bought/rented her a basement apartment in central Paris far away from him. So basically she upgraded from a simple groupie to a premium groupie. Not yet a girlfriend as she claims she is lol.

And yes, there's an equal distaste for Alex and his actions as well. They way he handles his breakups is a nightmare. All the cheating, splitting up unexpectedly and without an explanation (probably through the phone). The way he treats his gfs as his accessories point to him being a sexist. Almost all his gfs are shallow and racist so he can be like that as well (birds of a feather flock together sorta thing). I still have hope that he's not like them but this hope fades away more and more every day. So yeah, that's kind of a man child behavior.

You guys are very welcome to add to the list, if I missed anything

[fuctacles]

Trans is fine, but you better not be a Swiftie!

For @subeddieweek Day 5 | T | 1502 | cw: hinted transphobia | transfem Steve, PDA, rockstar Eddie, jealousy, possesive Stevie, bitchy Stevie | Ao3 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Ao3

It took the whole of Corroded Coffin to convince her to go to the concert. It may make her sound like an unsupportive girlfriend, but she hasn't been to any of their gigs in months. Eddie never complained about it, aware that metal concerts aren't for everyone, even if they do like the music. She's also hit a weird stage in her transition when she didn't feel like going to public events. 

But here she was, at their first solo concert, no festival to crutch on. In the newest band t-shirt, one she saw through every stage of designing, her tits barely making a dent (Eddie had a different opinion on that topic), while two skanks next to her had her cleavages on full display in their tiny cut-up t-shirts.

They were in the VIP lounge, waiting for the band to emerge from backstage. Stevie could have been there with them, but the rush and heat behind a concert like this gave her a worse headache than the actual music. So instead, she had to sit there with two textbook examples of a groupie. And one of them looked meaner than Carol, back from high school, when she didn't get her chocolate pudding.

"You sure you're in the right place?" one of them finally speaks up.

Stevie looks pointedly at her band t-shirt. 

"Is this not a Taylor Swift concert?" she asks, eyes going wide. The second girl presses her lips, holding back a laugh. The first one narrows her eyes, though. 

"Don't sass me, girlie, you know what I mean," she hisses. "Wearing plain jeans and a hoodie to meet Eddie Munson? That's so disrespectful."

Stevie wouldn't call her jeans plain. They were expensive mom-cut and made her ass look good. The girl didn't need to know she treated them like a premium version of sweatpants. And the hoodie was Eddie's. He gave it to her before going on stage tonight. 

She shrugs off her words.

"I don't think he'll mind."

The girl scoffs. 

"Oh, he's too nice to say anything, but he'll know you're a poser. Who goes to a metal concert dressed like that? He'd never go for you."

Stevie raises her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you," the girl barks back, nonsensically. Her friend touches her arm as if giving her a sign to back dial it down, but she either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore her. "You don't look like you're here for the music, hell, you probably can't name a single song!"

(Stevie named some of them herself.)

"So you must be here for Eddie," she concludes with a sneer. 

"Well, I am here for him," Stevie deadpans truthfully. This seems to further fuel her VIP lounge companion.

"Keep dreaming. He's into real metalheads," she says haughtily, popping the collar of her battle vest. It's so cartoonish it takes everything from Stevie not to burst out laughing. "What do you even listen to? Country?"

"Taylor Swift, I already told you."

"See, Eddie hates normies like you. Swifties are so fucking mainstream, you'll just embarrass yourself. Maybe you should go," she suggests with a pointed look.

Stevie gives her a pitying smile back. Clearly, she wasn't as big of a fan as she claimed to be if she hadn't seen the photos of Eddie in official Taylor Swift merch that were trending just a couple of months ago. 

"Eddie's looking for someone real, not a fake bitch like you."

She was going to play nice, but that was taking it too far. She felt her hackles rise and her face turned into a frown.

But before she could say anything, the second girl slapped her friend on the chest.

"What the fuck, dude?! You can't just say shit like that!"

"Like what?!" She slaps her back. "Do you think she actually cares about their music? She screams fake pop shit!" She throws her hand back, motioning at Stevie.

Who was too taken aback to react at this point.

"Fuck, I thought you were being transphobic." The girl lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"What?" The first girl takes a glance back at Stevie like she hasn't noticed before. It was kind of flattering, considering she wasn't that far in her transition, but she wouldn't take an idiot's oversight as a compliment. "I don't care about that! Mainstream music is a bigger sin than being transgender!"

"I'll drink to that."

The band chose this moment to appear at the steps to the lounge, Eddie raising the water bottle in his hand in a mock cheer. 

"Eddie!" The two girls stand up in unison, and it takes all of Stephanie's willpower not to roll her eyes. Instead, she gives a wry smile to Jeff, who seems to be in a similar state of mind.

"We're here too, you know," he murmurs under his breath. 

Gareth nudges his arm.

"Well, I'm glad they're not here for me," he whispers back.

Stevie snorts after hearing that, but the girls are none the wiser, too preoccupied with their beloved frontman.

"Hello ladies, hope you didn't wait too long," he greets them, accepting their enthusiastic hugs and letting them kiss his cheek. 

Stevie keeps her face carefully neutral.

"It's okay, we know you're exhausted after the concert." The first girl smiles sweetly at him, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Stevie not to gag at the shift in attitude. "I'd wait the whole night to meet you." She might need a bucket right now.

Eddie laughs nervously, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

"Ashley and Xena, right?" he asks.

"I'm Xena!" The girl exclaims, clearly proud of her unusual name. Stevie does roll her eyes this time.

Gareth appears in front of her, snickering, and she punches him softly in the thigh before raising the same fist to fist bump him. He offers her the tray of cookies he picked up from the table.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She shrugs and picks up one of the cookies. "Thanks."

He nods and retreats to one of the couches. There are three of them, set up in a triangle around a table with snacks and drinks. Which is very convenient, making Stevie think Chrissy has planned it out.

"You already know them, but it's rude not to introduce my friend." Eddie grins, making room for the rest of the band to properly greet the fans. "This is Jeff, Gareth, and Grizzly the Teddy-bear. He gives the best hugs," he says with a grin. Ted rolls his eyes.

"Just Ted is fine. But I do give the best hugs." He grins.

Eddie leaves them to it and finally goes to sit next to his girlfriend, throwing his arms over the back of the sofa and sinking into the cushions.

"I'm so tired," he groans. 

"Too tired to greet me properly?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She can feel the eyes of the other girls on them.

"Never." Eddie raises his head immediately. "Sorry, baby." He leans in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves her head away.

"I said properly," she repeats, but her tone shifts into her more authoritative one. He hesitates for a millisecond, but his eyes don't even shift away to look at their surroundings. Stevie enjoys the power trip, seeing him uncaring of who's looking and where they are.

"Of course, sorry," he amends, straightening up to go in for a proper kiss.

He lets out a surprised whimper when she dominates it immediately, grasping his chin and claiming his mouth like she's been starving for it throughout the whole concert. Eddie goes limp in her grasp, but she wants to make it clear who he belongs to. She grabs his knee possessively, angling him even more towards her, and her other hand moves from his chin to his hair. His locks are damp with sweat after the concert, but she doesn't mind, because it's exactly how she likes him. Dirty, unkempt, falling apart under her hands. 

She tugs at his hair, messing further the haphazard bun he's tied it into. He sighs, melting further into her, and it makes it easier to grasp his thighs and pull him into her lap. They finally part with a wet smack, and she can look into her boyfriend's glossy eyes.

"There's my good boy," she praises. "Hi."

"Hi," he croaks back with a dazed smile.

"Booo, get a room!" one of their friends speaks up. 

Eddie groans and hides in the crook of her neck, too weak from the kiss to face the teasing yet. So Stevie takes over the social interaction for him, lacing her hands together at the small of his back while he collects himself. She sticks out her tongue to Gareth.

"Shut up, we'll behave now," she says, before turning to the two girls, her jaws shattered on the floor and there to stay for her to stomp on. She smiles charmingly at them. "You guys were saying?"

Shameless plug: @stevieweek

[msbigredmachine]

Not Swerve Strickland groupies going into other tumblr users’ pages to harass them over a comment I made about your idol’s colorist ass months ago😭

Colorist lovers are scaryyyy yo! Look into yourself and remove the hatred of dark skinned women from your heart! Premium losers 🤣

[cope-to-anime]

the hashira and their phones

☆ what’s their phone like? what’s in there?

tomioka giyuu

does NOT name his contacts

has games but they’re the type of games you’d think are boring like snake and sodoku

his phone is always on silent mode because the ringing shocks him

seen-zones your messages often, either replies in 5 seconds or in 5 days

he uses his note app to make grocery and to do lists

himejima gyoumei

has cats as his home and lock screen 

sometimes forgets that siri/alexa is enabled so he gets spooked 

one of his fondest memories is when he first got his phone and all the other hashiras entered their number in it 

phone has been dropped a couple of times but it’s so sturdy

he has a little cat keychain plugged into the headphone jack of his phone. 

rengoku kyojuro

has the latest model phone but doesn’t know how to fully use it

loves to take photos

his lock screen and home screen are the same: rengoku family pic

has premium everything like Spotify premium, YT premium, etc

food delivery app gold membership holder

iguro obanai

has those tempered glass covers that are dark and tinted so you don’t see what he’s doing with his phone from where you’re standing 

at first he didn’t want to have a phone case because he likes the grip he has on his phone, but mitsuri insisted he get one so he did 

slither.io master 

gallery has a lot of pictures of nature but rarely has ones with him in it 

phone always on silent, mitsuri in his important contacts

tokito muichiro

uses moving phone lock screens, minimal motions like clouds in the sky or shapes floating around 

always forgets to turn off their mobile data or wi-fi so their phone drains fast 

blue phone case with mist details, doesn’t have a pop grip 

he drops his phone often but coincidentally he either drops them on a soft surface or the fall isn’t strong enough to leave a crack 

he says the most satisfying thing about his phone is him taking off the plastic cover from the screen when he first got it 

shinazugawa sanemi

sanemi actually takes very good care of his phone

he knows how expensive they can be so even if his phone is old it still looks good as new

his lock screen is a default image but his home screen is a family pic during genya’s high school graduation

he doesn’t really have games on his phone because he’s too busy but he used to play fruit ninja

his messages are mostly him checking up where his younger siblings are and when they’ll get home

uzui tengen

the noisiest ringtone EVER 

has 1000+ unread emails 

phone gallery has multiple folders but mostly it’s selfie and groupie folders 

when he listens to music he listens to it in full volume 

is part of Kyojuro’s premium account family plans 

kocho shinobu

butterfly phone case with wavy body for a better grip 

overall theme inside is purple and white 

family photos in her phone are in her favourites folder

has that beaded hand grip that tangles and hers are made with butterfly beads 

phone on silent most of the time but when it isn’t she has a violin cover of a song as her ringtone

kanroji mitsuri

cute games like neko atsume and hungry hearts

she would definitely let kids borrow her phone to play games

her phone gallery is filled with pics of people she loves, food, and pretty clouds

all of her contacts have nicknames and corresponding emojis

she’s the type of person to give her password away to her friends

[kiissme]

muse — JOHNNY BARRETT. 50s. rockstar legend. jdm fc. plot — your muse is the new groupie of johnny's band, on your first trip on tour, now in his luxury suite. how lucky do you feel?

💋 —— "You like it?" his voice rang out, watching as she walked around the spacious room, all premium amenities in display. Even got some of her favorite things, just for her. It was worth it, seeing that pretty thing light up in front of him. Licking his lips as he rose from his seat, walking toward her. It was always fun, seeing the new girls get so excited at the benefits of his career. Shit, his life. After a while, the thrill was gone, not holding any joy for him.... Except on other people's faces. On her face. Joining her at the balcony, because of course he got a room with a balcony, he came behind her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, bending down to kiss the curve of her neck. "You excited, baby girl?" he asked, his hands moving, hiking up her skirt over her hips. Pressing himself against the curve of her ass with a smile. "Wanna show me how excited you are? Bet you can feel how excited I am..."

[shit-talk-turner]

And then we have Loulou, who posts pictures of her keyboard, pics in the studio in NY and doesn’t release a single song.//

Only you still believe that Louise is a professional singer, she only released that album as a hobby and so that when in interviews they ask Alex, "What does your girlfriend do?" Alex answers "She is a singer".

Because come on! Honestly Louise is nothing more than a pretty face.

For some reason some people call it "The Premium Groupie"

^

[transport-uk]

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[elanthemark101]

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Samsung is known for its innovative and cutting-edge smartphones that offer the best of technology and design. The Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is one of the upcoming flagship devices from the South Korean giant that is expected to launch in October 2022. The Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is a beast of a phone that boasts of some incredible features and specifications, such as: - A 6.9-inch Dynamic AMOLED 2X display with 120Hz refresh rate and HDR10+ support - A 108MP quad-camera setup with 10x optical zoom and 8K video recording - A 60MP selfie camera with dual video call and AR emoji features - A 7200 mAh battery with 65W fast charging and 25W wireless charging - A Snapdragon 898 5G processor with 12GB of RAM and 256/512 GB of internal storage - A premium design with water and dust resistance and S Pen support The Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is a dream phone for many smartphone enthusiasts who want the best of the best. But how much does it cost in Nigeria? And is it worth buying? In this article, we will answer these questions and more by giving you the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G price in Nigeria, specs, features, and review. Let’s get started!

Samsung Galaxy M84 5G Design and Display

The Samsung Galaxy M84 5G has a stunning design and display that will impress anyone who sees it. The device has a sleek and elegant body that measures 165.1 x 75.6 x 8.9 mm and weighs 228 grams. It comes in various colors, such as black, white, silver, and blue. The device is made of metal and glass, with a Gorilla Glass Victus protection on both the front and the back. The device is also water and dust resistant, with an IP68 rating. The display of the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is a 6.9-inch Dynamic AMOLED 2X screen that has a resolution of 1440 x 3200 pixels and a pixel density of 509 ppi. The display supports a 120Hz refresh rate and HDR10+, which means it can deliver smooth and vivid visuals. The display also has a punch-hole cutout at the center, which houses the selfie camera. The display has an in-display fingerprint scanner, which allows you to unlock the device with a simple touch. The display also supports the S Pen, which is a stylus that lets you write, draw, and control the device with ease. The S Pen is sold separately, but it is worth getting if you want to unleash your creativity and productivity.

Samsung Galaxy M84 5G Camera

The camera of the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is one of the main highlights of the device. The device has a 108MP quad-camera setup at the back, which consists of a 108MP wide-angle lens, a 12MP telephoto lens, a 12MP ultrawide lens, and a 3D ToF sensor. The camera can capture stunning photos and videos in various modes and settings, such as portrait, night, panorama, pro, slow-motion, time-lapse, and more. The camera can also zoom up to 10x optically and 100x digitally, which means you can get closer to your subjects without losing quality. The camera can also record videos in 8K resolution at 30fps, which is the highest quality available in the market. The selfie camera of the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G is also impressive, as it has a 60MP sensor that can take beautiful selfies and groupies. The selfie camera can also record videos in 4K resolution at 60fps, which is great for vlogging and video calling. The selfie camera also has some fun features, such as the dual video call, which lets you use both the front and rear cameras simultaneously, and the AR emoji, which lets you create and customize your own animated characters.

Samsung Galaxy M84 5G Performance and Storage

The performance and storage of the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G are top-notch, as it has a Snapdragon 898 5G processor with 12GB of RAM and 256/512 GB of internal storage. The Snapdragon 898 5G is a powerful chipset that can handle any task or game with ease. It has an octa-core CPU with a clock speed of up to 3.0 GHz and a Adreno 730 GPU that can render high-quality graphics. The 12GB of RAM ensures smooth multitasking and switching between apps, while the 256/512 GB of internal storage provides ample space for your files and media. The device also supports UFS 3.1, which means it has fast read and write speeds. The device runs on Android 12 OS, which is the latest version of the popular operating system. It also has the One UI 4.0, which is Samsung’s custom user interface that adds some useful features and enhancements to the Android experience. Some of the features of the One UI 4.0 include the DeX mode, which lets you connect the device to a monitor and use it as a PC, the Knox security, which protects your data and privacy from malware and hackers, and the Bixby assistant, which lets you control the device with your voice and perform various tasks.

Samsung Galaxy M84 5G Battery and Network

The battery and network of the Samsung Galaxy M84 5G are also impressive, as it has a 7200 mAh battery with 65W fast charging and 25W wireless charging. The 7200 mAh battery is one of the largest batteries in the market, which means it can last for a long time on a single charge. The device also supports reverse wireless charging, which lets you share your battery power with other compatible devices. The device has various battery modes and features, such as the adaptive battery, which learns your usage patterns and optimizes the battery life, the super power saving mode, which limits the functionality of the device to extend the battery life, and the ultra power saving mode, which turns the device into a basic phone with only essential apps and features. The device also supports 5G network, which is the fastest and most advanced network technology available. The device can connect to both 5G SA (standalone) and 5G NSA (non-standalone) networks, which means it can access both the new and the existing network infrastructure. The device can also switch between 5G and 4G networks seamlessly, depending on the availability and the signal strength. The device also supports other network bands, such as 3G and 2G, which means it can work with any SIM card and carrier in Nigeria. The device also has other connectivity options, such as Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, NFC, GPS, USB, OTG, HDMI, and audio jack. The device supports Wi-Fi 6E, which is the latest and fastest Wi-Fi standard that can deliver up to 10 Gbps of speed. The device also supports Bluetooth 5.2, which is the latest and most efficient Bluetooth standard that can connect to multiple devices simultaneously. The device also supports NFC with MST, which means it can make contactless payments and transfers with any terminal or device. The device also supports GPS with GLONASS, which means it can provide accurate and reliable location and navigation services. The device also supports USB Type-C, which is the universal and reversible connector that can transfer data and power. The device also supports OTG, which means it can connect to external devices and peripherals, such as flash drives, keyboards, and mice. The device also supports HDMI output, which means it can connect to a TV or a monitor and display its content on a bigger screen. The device also has a 3.5mm headphone jack, which means it can connect to any wired headphones or speakers.

Samsung Galaxy M84 Price in Nigeria

The Samsung Galaxy M84 price in Nigeria is not officially announced yet, but it is estimated to start from USD $490. This is equivalent to about NGN 201,000 at the current exchange rate. However, the actual price may vary depending on the market and the availability of the device. The device is expected to launch in October 2022, but there is no confirmed date or venue yet. The device will be available in various online and offline stores in Nigeria, such as Jumia, Konga, Slot, Jiji, and Samsung Experience Stores. The device will also come with different payment methods and delivery options, such as cash on delivery, bank transfer, credit card, debit card, PayPal, and Paystack. The device will also come with a warranty policy, which will cover any defects or damages for a certain period of time.

Samsung Galaxy M84 5G Pros and Cons

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Conclusion

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[ktwritesstuff]

Some Like It Heavy (a stranger things fanfic)

Title: Some Like It Heavy Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Eddie x plus-size femme reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Banging Eddie at the Hideout to teach a groupie a lesson (So, technically also an Eddie lives! fix it fic).  Lyrics and title inspo from Halestorm’s “I Like it Heavy.” Can be read as a follow-up to Kashmir or as a stand alone. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl Additional notes & tropes below the cut.

Tropes & Content Warnings: dirty, nasty adult fun times, public sex, rough sex, voyeristic intentions

I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum / I need it harder than the sound of guitar grunge… And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy / I need to drop it down low and make it heavy

You hadn’t seen Eddie in weeks. Corroded Coffin was on their first official tour.  They were opening for a popular thrash metal band from Chicago on the Midwestern leg of their nation-wide tour.  He called when he could, but not as much as you would have liked.

They finally landed back in Hawkins after amassing what Nancy Wheeler’s editorial called a modest, but “cult-like following.”  (Because that’s what Eddie had asked her to call it.  Because he found the irony hilarious.)  It would have been nice to get the band back together–in a manner of speaking–but Dustin was away at MIT, Robin and Vickie had moved to the Bay Area last summer.  Nancy and Steve wanted to come out, but their babysitter bailed at the last minute, so in the end, it was just you.

You packed a change of clothes and headed straight to the bar after your late shift at Bradley’s.  Even on Fridays, you could usually find premium parking at the Hideout, but tonight the place was packed.  It was crazy to think how much Corroded Coffin had blown up in such a short time as you fixed your makeup in the neon light of the Coors sign.  

You were proud of Eddie, of course, but also a little scared.  Maybe part of the reason the band had gotten so much attention on the road was because of everything that happened.  Although they took their sweet time doing it, the Feds had officially cleared Eddie of any wrongdoing, but rumors still circulated.  

These people didn’t know Eddie, not like you did.  Did they understand that he was a good guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time?  That when the world turned its back on him, he did everything in his power to save it anyway?  Mostly, you realized, you were just nervous (and maybe a little sad) for how much things had changed.

Inside the Hideout the air was hot and humid; the whole place stank of weed and stale beer and body odor.  At the bar you asked for a double shot of tequila; dreading having to force your way into the pit.  Eddie must have been over-the-moon to have people moshing to Corroded Coffin.  

You moved slowly through the crowd, going with the flow and letting people bump against you–sometimes having extra padding had its benefits–and throwing the occasional elbow or hip-check as necessary.  No one seemed particularly offended as you made your way to the front of the stage, squeezing in right next to one of the amps.  The music was so loud you could feel it pulsing through your whole body.  

You could tell Eddie was nervous, but he made a charming frontman as he introduced the band before they barrelled into Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid.”  The stage lights were near-blinding, but you thought Eddie might have spotted you when he started moving across the stage.  

You raised one arm to wave, but he stopped just right of center stage in front of a group of three screaming women with uniform peroxide-blond hair, dark eyeliner, and over-lined lips.  They looked to be in their forties–though they were probably younger–too many cigarettes and too much sun taking their toll. 

You rolled your eyes as Eddie leaned over, really hamming it up.  He had always been a flirt–especially on stage–and you were used to it.  What you didn’t like was one of the women reaching up to grab at the inseam of his pants.  

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he tried to back up, but before he could the other two had their hands on him and for a horrifying moment, you thought they would manage to pull him off stage.

“Hey!  Knock it off!” you practically screamed, just barely able to hear yourself over the music.

The guitar riff faltered as Eddie used the body of his guitar to pry the women off.  As the song came to an end, he moved over to Gareth, pointing and pulling a face as he pantomimed stabbing at the crowd with the butt of his guitar.  They laughed it off, but it still didn’t sit right with you.

“Hey!” you screamed, pushing your way down the side of the stage until you caught the women’s attention.  “Don’t do that.  It’s not nice.”

“What are you, the bouncer?” one of the women sneered and they all laughed.

“Don’t grab people,” you said.  “You wouldn’t want someone grabbing you like that.”

“You probably wish someone would grab you,” the woman shot back.  “Fat bitch.”

You could feel your blood boil as the women went on to discuss their plans to sneak backstage after the show–as if the Hideout had a backstage, let alone one that required sneaking into.  

“Coffin Bangers.”  That was what Gareth and the others were calling them, though Eddie swore he would never. You believed him, or at least you did at the time.  They were no different from your high school bullies; the same ones who would never have given Eddie the time of day back then. He had to know that; didn’t he?

You grabbed a couple of beers from the bar before the set came to a close and wandered down the hall past the bathrooms to the green room–which was really just a converted supply closet where performers could stash their shit.  Like the rest of the bar, the floors were always sticky and the walls covered in phone numbers and lewd graffiti. 

You waited for Eddie as his bandmates emerged from the back one by one, eager to make their way back to the bar and their adoring fans.  Jerry offered you a lazy high five as he passed you in the hall.

“Go get him, tiger.”

You smiled, taking that as your cue to slip into the closet.  Eddie was just closing up his guitar case.  He had already shed his leather jacket–as good as he looked, it had to be sweltering–and stooped down to tighten the laces on his Docs. 

“Hey,” you said.

Eddie looked up, his eyes slowly traveling up to your face.  It felt good to be looked at, to be seen.  

“Hey,” he smiled, rising to his feet.  “You made it!”

You handed him the beer, looking him up and down, taking your time, making sure he noticed your meandering gaze. 

“Your number one fan.”

Eddie perched on one of the busted stools and took a swig of the beer.  He seemed tired, but happy.  

“How’d we sound?”

“Heavy.”

You inched toward him, watching him closely, the twitch of his fingers, the pulse in his neck, sweat beading at his temples.  

“You cut your hair,” you said.

“You like it?” he asked, throwing his head back and shaking from side-to-side. 

You nodded, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair, which stopped just above his shoulders.  His curls were tighter without the extra length weighing them down.  His formerly blunt fringe was starting to grow out, blending in with the rest of his hair, save a few locks still plastered to his sweat-damp face. 

“I’m still getting used to it,” he admitted.  “It gets pretty hot under the lights–was thinking of chopping it all off.  Thought it might be less of a shock like this.”     

You bit your lip; Eddie cleared his throat. 

“Do you wanna have a couple drinks; listen to the other band?” he asked.

“I want you.”  

You slipped two fingers under his belt and pulled him closer.   Eddie’s grin widened.

“Let me grab my case and we can get out of here.” 

You shook your head.  Eddie may have been the musician, but you knew how to play him better than any Gibson. 

“Now,” you tugged harder at his belt.  “Or not at all.”

“Really,” Eddie chuckled, glancing around the supply closet.  “Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets.”

Eddie held your neck as he kissed you, slow and deep, his thumbs resting where your jaw met your ears.  He tasted like Molson and menthol cigarettes.  You knotted your fists in his sweat-damp shirt and pulled him close.     

“Let me lock the door.”

You could feel his heart pounding in time with yours as he finally broke the kiss, panting.  Out front, the late-night band was starting their set. 

“Leave it.”

You pulled him back toward you, circling him, pivoting until his back was to the door.  You shimmied out of your underwear and kicked them into the corner.  

“You know somebody’s gonna walk in here,” he warned, reaching back.  

You perched on one of the supply shelves, not certain it would support your weight, but willing to risk it.  

“That’s what makes it fun,” you said, spreading your knees, drawing Eddie between them.  “Besides, it’s not the worst thing anyone is going to see at this bar tonight.”

The women’s restrooms were rustic at best and rumor had it there was even a glory hole in the men’s.  You didn’t want to think about the UTI you were probably going home with; tomorrow you’d chug a gallon of cranberry juice and hope for the best.

“You’re right about that.”  Eddie chuckled, leaning down to kiss your throat.

You sighed, resting one hand on the back of his head as his hand slid over your thigh-high nylons and under your mini-skirt.  

You slipped your own hands under his shirt, your fingers dancing up past his happy trail to his chest, grazing the sensitive nipples. 

Eddie’s left hand pawed at your belly, making its way around your back to draw you closer. His other thumb circled your clit while his first and second fingers slid through your inner lips to explore your sopping wet entrance.

“You see how much I missed you,” you panted in Eddie’s ear, pinning the lobe between your teeth and tugging.

Eddie’s breath hitched as he nodded.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” 

“No,” Eddie shook his head.

You looped one arm around Eddie’s shoulder and slid the other hand down to grope him through his dark jeans–feeling him already stiff and hot.   

“Are you going to give me what I want?”

Eddie unbuckled his belt in a hurry and slid his pants down to his knees, taking his hands off you just long enough to roll on a condom (you wondered if he had been a boy scout in a past life, always so prepared) before thrusting into you to the hilt.

“Shit.”

You moaned, gripping the shelf above you as the glass bottles rattled with every thrust.  You dug your nails into Eddie’s back, letting your head fall back against a case of Budweiser.  

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed, yanking your top out of the way to bury his face in the tops of your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. 

“Still the best tits in Indiana.”

Eddie dipped his tongue into your cleavage as you wound your fingers into his hair. 

As the music from the bar reverberated down the hall, Eddie moved in time with the thrumming bass.  You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him into you. Even the tight sharpness of it felt good.

“Harder.”

Eddie pushed into you obligingly, gripping the shelves on either side of your head for support, bottoming out inside of you.  His girth stretched you open, the very tip of his cock pressing up against your sensitive cervix.  Eddie had a way of flicking his hips at the end of each stroke, massaging that same bundle of nerves from the inside, leaving you aching for more.  

“You like that?” 

Eddie moaned as you yanked his head back, sealing your mouth over his, biting down on his bottom lip until you tasted bright copper penny metallic. 

You pulled back to wipe your thumb over his split lip and met Eddie’s gaze, his pupils blown out, nearly eclipsing the chocolate brown of his irises.

“Harder,” you growled.  

The shelf under you creaked dangerously with each thrust. Eddie grabbed your ass, jerking your body forward to support more of your weight on his hips. Damn, had he always been able to manhandle you like this? 

“Fuck, yes.” 

You gasped as an electric jolt raced up your spine from your soaked and swollen pussy.  Your hands scrambled for leverage on the storeroom shelves. 

A bottle toppled off the shelf beside you and smashed on the floor.  You moaned as Eddie brought a hand to your face–protecting you from the spray of booze and possible shards of glass.  

“Damn, girl,” he gasped.  “I’m only human.”

You whimpered, running your hands down his back, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard.  You were both sweating, grunting, surprising yourself with how good it felt–embracing your horniness, your animal nature.  

“How’s it feel?” you said.

“Hot,” Eddie panted, bringing a hand to your breast.  “Heavy.”

You nodded, your nose brushing against Eddie’s.  He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your skin.  

“What else?”

“Soft,” he said.  “Wet.  Tight.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Eddie moaned as you ran your tongue up his throat–tasting the salty sourness of his body.  

You heard the door creak on its hinges.  Eddie turned to look, but you grabbed his face and pulled him into another open-mouthed kiss.  As your tongues moved together, just as naturally as the rest of your bodies, your eyes flickered open just long enough to catch a glimpse of blond hair in the harsh fluorescents.

You slid your hand out of Eddie’s hair, curling it into a fist at the nape of his neck, extending your middle finger.  After a moment you thought you heard the door latch, but it didn’t matter.  The whole bar could watch for all you cared. Fuck pretty and perfect; you wanted it dirty and gritty and hot as hell. 

You sank your teeth into Eddie’s shoulder as you came on his cock.  Your inner walls contracting and releasing around him in satisfying waves like the reverb of guitar strings. 

“Mine,” you sighed, raking your nails across Eddie’s back.  Even through his shirt, it’d leave a mark.  

Eddie moaned against your lips, nodding in agreement.  He had a familiar goofy look on his face; the one he always made right before he came.  

At least some things never changed.

[liodendrama]

In my defense, I priced a Ripe groupie for 10 GB after older players told me she was worth that. I ended up selling her for 2 GB, and I really don't think it's fair to place all the blame on newbies when older players are suggesting we put up our groupies for premium prices

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[alex-turners-world]

Hey mod! So, I was thinking about the premium-groupie's apparent obsession with sex.

It all looks like that this sex obsession is just to show off that she's fucking 'Alex Turner' bcz they barely even sleep together and when they do she has to milk it!

If she's so "hyper fixated" on sex, why doesn't she gets a job related to it?? Seriously, she's embarrassing herself when she hints sexual interactions between her and her mon amour

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Hey!

Well it does seem like they very rarely have sex. Especially considering that they live in different countries and don't visit each other often. I only think about it and already feel frustrated myself 😂

You know, I've been thinking why doesn't she just stick to being an official groupie. But she doesn't want to be just a groupie, she wants The Alex Turner and his money. Other musicians probably wouldn't have provided her an apartment in central Paris, non stop vacations and, in general, a very privileged lifestyle. They usually just fuck you after the gig and once the tour ends you're gone. She wouldn't want that. Plus I really think this groupie thing is very outdated. Who even has groupies right now? Apart from Alex obviously lol.

[enygmass]

Title: Caveat Emptor

Author: Ames

Wordcount: 3393

Warnings? : Everyone is an asshole in the end?

Characters: Jonathan Crane, briefly Oswald by mention, and the entire Irish Mafia

Synopsis: Jonathan discovers that undergraduate lessons can be applied to real life situations. He also discovers the saying that there is ‘no honesty among thieves’ is more real than anticipated.

AO3 Link can be found HERE

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There were seven steps to a sale that Jonathan Crane could recall from his brief venture into business during his undergraduate years. The first step to a successful sale was prospecting: one needed to find potential customers and decide whether they were in need of your service—and if they could afford what you had to offer.

Angelo Murphy was a chief for the Irish Mafia, down in the Cape Carmine area. In fact, word had begun to trickle down from the upper-class criminals to those residing within the rodent-infested alleys that Angelo Murphy was primed to take over upon the retirement of the current Skipper, James Synnott. Oftentimes changes of power such as this were handled swiftly, to prevent too long of a buffer period—or layover, as some liked to call it—which could allow another criminal to step into place. Angelo Murphy needed to prove to the other members of the Irish Mafia that he was more than capable of handling himself. Angelo Murphy needed to do something big.  

Jonathan recently found himself becoming a fan of “big” things.

Not a new change of behavior, of course. Jonathan began elaborating his plans to make them “big” ever since names such as Two-Face and Riddler started getting thrown around. No longer was his typical method of subtle manipulation and toxin injection working. He couldn’t lean into politicians' ears and play the role of Judas anymore; Jonathan needed to step up to the plate and play as Pontius instead. He needed the starring role, and truth be told, this was the only way to gain recognition for what he was capable of in these new times. And Jonathan was capable of a  lot.  

Which is why the co-occurrence of both Jonathan’s need to change pace, and Murphy’s need to prove himself, seemed to be almost written in the stars.When Angelo Murphy’s subordinate approached him one evening and handed him a card that simply said ‘J. Crane’ with a phone number on the back, Murphy was not hesitant to call.

The second step of a successful sale is preparation. You have to prepare for the first contact with the customer, research and collect all relevant information, and develop a presentation tailored to the customers needs.

Murphy was a desperate man. Jonathan's practice had led him to become familiar with the scent of desperation over many years; it smelled of musk, of sweat and grime, of anger and adrenaline that was accompanied with shifty glances and trembling palms. One could almost taste the terror on their tongue if they looked upon a desperate man for long enough. It was a satisfactory flavor that pulled at your heart and your mind and left a desire in its wake. Once you've tasted terror, it leaves nothing but an empty hunger, and Jonathan was ravenous .

A warehouse in the Industrial District seemed a suitable enough spot for a meeting to occur. The Irish Mafia were known to be hesitant about meeting in areas that were not open and did not have more than two exits. Jonathan credited that particularity to the time they tried to strike an arms deal with Cobblepot that resulted in the death of the previous Skipper and the premature coronation of Synnott. Anyone with half a brain cell knew better than to try and skim money off the top in a deal with the likes of Oswald. Besides, the scent of rotting wood, the constant chill that seemed to cut through all of his clothes, and the low groaning noise of the wind passing through the exposed foundation made Jonathan feel almost like he was back in his lab again. It was incredibly therapeutic .

After you successfully prepare for a sale, there comes the stage of approach. This is when you first make contact with your client in a face-to-face (or face-to-mask, he supposed) setting. There are three ways to do this: a premium approach, in which the client receives a gift; a question approach, in which you prompt the client with a question; or a product approach, in which you give the prospect a free sample to review the service. Jonathan? Well, Jonathan always did favor the latter.

“Mr. Murphy, I presume?” Jonathan’s  raspy voice sounded filtered by the tears in the burlap mask he wore over his head. Pulling his hand away from the various bags he had been oh-so-lovingly caressing moments earlier, Jonathan centered his attention towards the group of men approaching him now from one of the two exits. They all looked typical of henchmen—tall, broad-shouldered, with angry scowls on their faces that seemed to waver upon seeing Jonathan's lanky form. Henchmen usually had to be exposed to many things during their services, and Jonathan had no doubt that more than one in this group had been exposed to what  he had to offer this day. All of them, of course, except the dark-haired man who stood front and centre.

Besides being desperate, Murphy was also the most common looking creature that Jonathan had the pleasure of regarding. Once one had been exposed to the flash and the flair that the rogues of Gotham so proudly carried themselves in, to come face-to-face with someone calling themself a crime lord while dressed as though they had just crawled from the couch was a bit of a disappointment. Murphy was short, with a beer gut, and his hairline was already receding. When he arched his eyebrows at Jonathan’s question, it brought much amusement to the rogue to see that the hair-line was capable of going back even farther.

“Mr. Crane, I presume?” Murphy’s parroting of his words only further proved to Jonathan that the man likely didn’t even have two brain cells to rub together in that head of his. The henchmen around him seemed to agree. Most people who had dealt with rogues before also knew better than to act disrespectfully in their presence—Jonathan, especially.

“Your presumption would be correct, Mr. Murphy. I’m so glad that you managed to make it here unharmed with your, ah,” Jonathan paused and allowed the words to hang in the air as he surveyed the men again. He then let out an airy chuckle, “Groupies in tow.”

Murphy’s eyes seemed to narrow a bit at these words, and his hands came to fold behind his back.

“Best believe we made it here unharmed, Mr. Crane. I got more pressin’ matters on my plate to deal with than any unwanted  inconveniences, mind you.” Jonathan’s head tilted slightly at these words as Murphy’s gaze slid from him to the products he had displayed. A few steps forward, and Murphy’s hands unfolded to rest upon the chipped surface of the table. “Is this it?”

“Not all of it, of course. These are just test samples.” Jonathan’s hand shot out and hovered over the bags again, as though he were uncertain which one to grab. Truth be told, he was eager to show all of them, but Murphy seemed more keen on dealing with those other matters than  allowing Jonathan to put on his show, and pointed to the bag nearest to him.

“Mitchell, c’mere.” One of the henchmen, a man with a mop of curly blonde hair and an uncertain expression, took a few steps forward to stand beside Murphy. “I want ya to open this one here.”

Mitchell looked as though he wanted to do anything  but open that bag, and Jonathan wondered if he should advise Murphy against doing such things. Then again, he wasn’t responsible for the henchmans’ life, nor did he particularly care for it. So when Mitchell wrenched open the bag and a burst of putrid green dust shot up into his face, soaking through his pores and entering into his mouth, the only thing Jonathan could really do is sigh.

Then Mitchell started to scream.

The fourth and fifth steps of a successful sale include presentation and the handling of objections. The presentation allows you to actively demonstrate how your product meets the needs of the customer. Jonathan felt strongly that, given the manner in which Mitchell was now thrashing on the concrete floor, and how Murphy was spouting off slurs Jonathan could only dream about, his product had been aptly presented. The handling of objections was a more tedious process. This was where he was supposed to ask Murphy if he had any concerns. He felt like the presentation may have raised a few.

"Mr. Murphy, as you can see, the product is one of a kind, and incredibly effective.” Jonathan did his best to speak up above the howlings of Mitchell, but his voice had always been so soft and hollow, and raising it to anything above an indoor-level was not something he was capable of. So, without even taking a break from his speech, Jonathan pivoted and gave a swift kick to the fallen Mitchell’s head. The resounding crack echoed throughout the warehouse before blissful, and abrupt, silence followed suit. Murphy stared at him. Jonathan adjusted his sleeves as though this were a Sunday stroll and not a black market exchange.

“As I was saying, the product is incredibly effective. What you just witnessed here was merely a pinch of what I’m willing to negotiate for you. Do you have any concerns with what I’m offering?” Typically, this would be the moment where paperwork would be pulled out of briefcases and pens handed out, but Jonathan had done enough paperwork in his lifetime that he felt no sense of urgency to do more. Murphy continued to stare for a moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching, before he rapped his fist twice on the table.

“How long does it last?”

“46 to 72 hours. Of course, factors such as the victim’s body weight and health must be taken into consideration when calculating its longevity. I’ve found personally that those with heavier body weights tend to be able to tolerate higher doses as compared to those with lighter body weights. Also, a few patients of mine seemed to have an almost reduced susceptibility to the effects. I’m sure this won’t be much of a bother for whatever you have planned, however.” Jonathan pressed his fingers on the table in anticipation. He normally didn’t mind diving into the ins and outs of his product, but tonight he was the only rogue—to his knowledge—actually doing anything, which meant if anyone caught wind of his actions the Bat would be on him within minutes. This was why it was always good to plan crimes in coordination with someone, else in case one got caught.  

Murphy seemed satisfied enough with that response and didn’t press any further. Nor did he bother to look down at Mitchell’s unconscious form by his feet. This was good. This was  very good. It meant that they would be done soon.

The sixth step to a successful sale is closing. This is where you get the decision from the client to move forward, which Murphy’s curt nod assured Jonathan was the case. There are then three strategies to choose from: an alternative choice close, where the seller asks if the client will be paying upfront; the extra inducement close, where the seller offers something else to the client; or the standing room only close, where the seller emphasizes how time is of essence. Jonathan was short on funds and needed to establish himself as soon as possible, so the first option was the only viable one. Breakouts from Arkham were hardly cheap, after all.

“Excellent! If you would so kindly place the money on the table here, I’ll lead you to the rest of the product.” Jonathan gestured to a space beside the various bags.

A heavy pause filled the air in the moments after Jonathan had provided his instructions. It weighed down, pressing harder, and harder, as Murphy stared at Jonathan with a slightly wide-eyed look. Then, Jonathan understood. Oh, he  understood.  

“The money isn’t here,” was all Murphy offered.

“The money isn’t here.” Now it was Jonathan’s turn to parrot back the words. A shiver of unease stirred among the henchmen.

“The money won’t be here, either.” Another sound soon filled the room, one that Jonathan had also come to recognize from so many years in the business. A clicking of hammers being pulled back on guns. Murphy's big thing wasn't to buy Jonathan's product and use it, no. Murphy seemed intent on stealing the product, thus showing that the Mafia is above the rogues, and then using it to make it clear that the Mafia is also above Gotham. Devious. If Jonathan wasn't so unamused already he might've felt a trickle of respect for the man. Too bad he had delegated Jonathan as his scapegoat. An unfortunate mistake.

Oswald was not the first rogue to be crossed during a deal. In fact, contrary to popular belief, double-crossing was a common occurrence when it came to intra-underworld dealings. Criminals were dishonest by nature and God forbid that change when dealing with one another. This posed a great inconvenience, because many of the rogues regarded themselves as  above criminals, Jonathan included. This was why over the years many of the rogues had begun to design their own foolproof methods to counteract such double-crossings. Riddler had his robots, Harley had her hyenas, Ivy had her plants, Oswald had an entire army of henchmen at his disposal, and Jonathan, well. Jonathan always liked to pick the locations he did his dealings at with a  purpose.  

“Mr. Murphy, think hard about this. Although that may be a bit of a challenge for you.” Jonathan couldn’t stop the rueful grin from splitting across his face at the sound of Murphy’s snarl in response. The henchmen he had arrived with were now pointing a variety of weapons at Jonathan’s form. They looked uncertain, unwilling, and their eyes told Jonathan that more than a few were terrified. This alone sparked that long-standing hunger in Jonathan’s gut that caused his grin to turn from rueful to damn near predatory. He bet they could see his teeth between the openings on his mask. He hoped that made things  worse.  

“Show us where the rest of it is, Scarecrow, and we’ll make sure you keep a majority of your straw within ya.”

It took a miraculous deal of self-restraint on Jonathan’s behalf to keep him from groaning at the man’s goad. He was getting quite sick of the jokes people kept mustering in association with his persona. If it wasn’t something about having a brain, then it was straw, or yellow-brick roads. It was, to be frank, rather demeaning.

There were more pressing matters to attend to, however. The henchmen had inched their way closer to Jonathan, who slid his hands off of the table and folded them behind his back. This was partially for comfort, and partially because he didn’t need Murphy seeing the silver remote he held before the surprise was ready to be revealed.

“This is incredibly unprofessional of you, you know? Synnott and I had a good standing relationship, and now? Well, Murphy, now you’ve gone and fucked it.  ” There was a bite that came with the curse. Jonathan didn’t typically swear, but that comment about straw had really wormed its way under his skin. “I would like to keep all my organs arranged in the way they are, though. You want to know where the remainder of the product is?” Murphy gave a curt nod, and if Jonathan’s smile spread any wider, he would be giving the Joker a run for his money.

There were numerous benefits to always being permitted to pick the location of your meetings. One of them was convenience; the warehouse they were in now was located close to where Jonathan had established his lab. Another was time; it did not take long for Jonathan to arrive at the warehouse, nor did it take much effort to move the product. Yet another was the area itself. For example, Jonathan knew that there were numerous vents that led to the basement of the warehouse. These were used to filter air into the workers’ areas from the furnaces during the cold winter months. This also meant that if any chemicals were to spill in the basement, the toxins from those said chemicals would fill the entire warehouse in seconds— one of numerous reasons why the warehouse had been shut down.

Jonathan knew that he could elaborate on what he intended to do. He elaborated all the time with Batman—every rogue did—but that was because Batman was  worthy. Murphy? Well, to Jonathan, Murphy was just a piece of shit someone forgot to clear out. Which was why when he had hit the button on the silver remote and putrid green gas billowed upwards into the room, Jonathan didn’t blink twice. He did, however, dive behind the table as a flurry of gunshots from terror-stricken men with weapons filled the room. Gradually, the gunshots reduced in numbers, and the screams that had been like a cacophony moments earlier began to fade away, until there were no sounds except Jonathan’s breathing and a few lingering, echoed groans. His mask’s built-in filtration device was suddenly appreciated a lot more.  

He peered over the edge of the table. Several dark masses littered the ground, and numerous new holes decorated the warehouse walls. The green toxin had begun to move its way upwards out of the warehouse, and Jonathan knew it was only a matter of time before the Bat signal lit up the sky. He needed to get out of there,  now.  

But first.

The seventh, and final step, of a successful sale is key. Once a sale is closed, the job is not done. The follow-up stage keeps you in contact with customers, not only to repeat business, but to enable referrals as well. Maintaining relationships is both cost-efficient and key to expanding business.

Jonathan hauled himself up and carefully stepped around the bodies of the henchmen. They had done a good number on themselves. A few henchmen's heads had been shot open by their panicked colleagues, and the blood let out a sickening squelching noise as Jonathan carelessly stepped through it. There were pieces of brain matter on the floor, and it appeared as though there was a tongue lying not too far from a corpse. These things mattered little, of course. What Jonathan was most focused on was the still shivering body of a man with a receding hairline whose beer gut stuck out not too far away. A few steps, and a sharp kick, and Jonathan was once again looking down at the face of Angelo Murphy.

He had been shot in the leg, it seemed.

Tragic.

Jonathan leaned down and peered at the man.

“Looks like I’m not the one whose straw came out, am I?” Jonathan chuckled and patted the man's cheek, smiling at the way it prompted another groan. He then reached into his coat pocket and fished around a bit before pulling out a card and tucking it into Murphy’s own front pocket. The card was white, pressed, with a single black line of “J. Crane” on the front and a phone number on the back.

“Well Murphy, unless you have any questions or concerns, I think we’re ready to wrap this up. I’ve never been a fan of verbal sparring, and I think I’ve done enough to earn your business today. Give my regards to Synnott, will you?” At this, Jonathan straightened up and stepped past Murphy’s now-twitching form. He hadn’t taken enough time to enjoy the way Murphy had looked at him with so much  horror in his eyes. He almost wished he had a spare minute to soak in it some more.

“Oh! And do remember to recommend me, yes?” He spared the man a flippant glance from over his shoulder. “My product is one of a kind, and incredibly effective. You’ll find nobody better than me.”

With that, Jonathan adjusted his sleeves once more and made his way to the second exit of the warehouse—the one not blocked by corpses. He supposed that until the calls for his toxin came in and he could begin generating revenue again, he could just request a loan from Oswald. The free drink that was sure to come with his arrival certainly beat what he had just endured here.

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A Guide to VH1's Drunk, Loud, Unapologetic Golden Age of Reality TV

Rock of Love,' 'Flavor of Love,' 'I Love New York,' and others are on Prime, so it's time to revisit Somethin's staircase poop.

Watch on:  https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/episodes

Spanning roughly from 2006 to 2010, a time period which yielded such glorious shows as Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, and I Love New York, this is, undoubtedly, an opportunity to re-immerse oneself in the golden era of trash television. Without these now-classic shows, the world would never know Tiffany "New York" Pollard, the most GIFable queen of the entire internet. It would never learn that "people who eat basil are lame," or that "stripper shoes go with any outfit," among other gems of wisdom from Rock of Love Bus's glorious (and often wasted) cast member Ashley Klarich. Truly, this earth would have been worse off had it never been privy to Tykeisha "Somethin" Thomas from Flavor of Love season 2 infamously defecating on the staircase after a clock ceremony (more on this later), or Nikki taking a test-tube shot out of Gia's vagina on Rock of Love. These contestants and their hijinks were far from the Hannahs and Laurens of The Bachelor universe, unafraid to let their freak flags wave, get laid, get drunk, be loud, and drag each other ruthlessly.

While there's now an entire universe of 90 Day Fiancé and more than half a dozen Real Housewives franchises fulfilling our raccoon-like need to devour absolute garbage, VH1's staple lineup of 00s reality TV just hit differently. These shows were unhinged in strange and hilarious ways, and remain endlessly quotable, memeable, and, now, nostalgic for reality TV fans. These characters' willingness to go to astronomical levels of absurdity and all-out, televised chaos for the object of their (heavily staged) affection remains mesmerizing, undoubtedly egged on by producers and accentuated by editors' additions of tongue-in-cheek sound and visual effects (like Flavor of Love's Hottie getting a bike chime noise every time she blinked her big, false lashes at someone).

Now, years after their sell-by date, we can joyously revisit these wonderfully subversive pieces of reality TV perfection. Here's a helpful guide to VH1's greatest shows, all of which embody the wildness of an abandoned amusement park run by feral badgers.

If it's rap legends, boss bitches, and bodily fluids you crave, get a taste of Flavor of Love.

After his breakup with 80s actress Brigitte Nielsen (their relationship was documented in the aptly titled series Strange Love, a spin-off of The Surreal Life), VH1 producers gave Public Enemy's Flavor Flav the chance to find The One on Flavor of Love, a dating series that parodied The Bachelor. Unlike The Bachelor, however, the series featured a racially diverse cast of women vying for one of Flav's trademark clocks to wear around their necks, signifying that they would advance to the next round. While many Black writers called out the show for being exploitative and perpetuating offensive stereotypes, the series was a ratings beast that lasted three seasons and led to multiple spinoffs, and the women that stepped into Flav's mansion became some of the greatest contestants in reality TV history thanks to their unapologetic, unadulterated personalities. They kept it real at all times, leading to scenes and lines that are still fondly memorialized on the internet to this day. There was Hottie's assurance that everyone says she reminds them of Beyoncé; Pumkin launching a spit missile at New York; the aforementioned poop on the staircase incident (Somethin explained that she tried to hold it, but her stomach said, "Bitch, you've got me fucked up;" Flav then applauded Somethin for being "real with it"); and too many moments from Tiffany "New York" Pollard to count. For two seasons, New York ran the other women ragged, implementing grade-A trash talk, stare-downs, and fearlessness in pursuit of her man Flav. Her iconic level of drama rendered her worthy of various spin-offs, a Brooklyn art show of works created in her honor, and a throne as the reigning as the queen of reaction GIFs. Every minute of television where the camera is on New York is worth the watch.

Watch :  Seasons1  https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/flavor_of_love_season_1 Season2 https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/flavor_of_love_season_2

If you stan stripper heels, giant breast implants, and hair teased to the heavens, look no further than Rock of Love.

For three seasons, Bret Michaels—best known as the lead singer of hair-metal band Poison and the co-star of Pamela Anderson's lesser-known sex tape—searched America (and whatever part of France the extremely horny Angelique is from) to find his tour bus partner for life. The incessantly sloppy-drunk contestants came in hot, armed with an arsenal of clear heels, ass-cheek-grazing polyester dresses, and an insatiable desire to make out with Bret Michaels. But they were more than Sunset Strip groupies, strippers, and porn stars; they were women on a mission to get their man (and some screen time). There were standouts from all three seasons, like the big-haired, 80s metal goddess Heather, who got Michaels's name tattooed on her neck; the cackling, painfully earnest cowgirl Rodeo; and mean girl Ashley, whose magnificent implants and the way she said "bitch" made her extra larger-than-life. But those women were just a few in a kaleidoscope of big personalities, including one contestant who took everyone's used socks after a hockey match to keep for her personal use. In the end, Bret never found his true match, but the search yielded hours of premium entertainment.

You love Tiffany Pollard? Then you'll definitely love I Love New York.

After two unsuccessful efforts to win Flav's final clock, Pollard landed a spin-off dating show of her own. For two seasons, Pollard and her frighteningly brutal mom, Sister Patterson, put a group of studs and duds through the absolute ringer as they pledged their undying love for New York. Within that group were some standouts that made for excellent television, like excruciatingly dweeby white boy Mr. Boston, mouthy "stallionaire" Chance, his more tender brother Real (who tragically died of colon cancer in 2015), outspoken little person Midget Mac, Italian mama's boy Frank the Entertainer, and countless others. There was toe sucking, speedo wearing, a pretty bad nosebleed, and a fervent church service led by Sister Patterson. It was worth watching for Pollard's electrifying presence alone, but became a true carnival thanks to the full cast and their antics.

Watch: https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/i-love-new-york-season-1-episodes

If it's a group of lingerie-clad women flipping off outdated ideas of respectability you like, go with Charm School.

Charm School sought to do the impossible: reform the hard-partying and harder-fighting women from Flavor of Love and Rock of Love, and turn them into polite, well-behaved ladies. It did so in grossly outdated ways, like telling the women to dress and behave less sexually. But the ladies fought back in every possible way, finding it hard to leave their boozing, trash-talking, and wearing-lingerie-as-outerwear ways behind them. (Bless them for that.) Hosted by Mo'Nique, Sharon Osbourne, and Ricki Lake in seasons 1, 2, and 3, respectively, the show saw contestants forced to perform challenges aimed at molding them into business-savvy, self-sufficient women, and in some cases, contestants seemed to actually care about evolving into better versions of themselves. But many others weren't even trying, and the show will be forever remembered as the one where Osbourne beat up aspiring trophy wife Megan Hauserman after she insulted Ozzy Osbourne during the season 2 reunion. Not the most charming moment.

Watch: 

season1 https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/charm_school_season_1

season 2 https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/Charm_school_season_2   

season 3 https://episodesthebadgirlsclub.com/charm-school-3

Source: https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/kz4x3y/tiffany-pollard-new-york?utm_source=stylizedembed_vice.com&utm_campaign=kz4x3y&site=vice

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in most of the discussions anons give a huge amount of weight to louise and she is just a kind of premium groupie of the frontman lol she has no true meaning or weight in things in general she’s not even his muse (she shouldn't have that much meaning cause she offers nothing really good) he will separate from her at any moment and unexpected and she will go back to being someone who didn't even have a house to live

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