#rude boy moses

[msbparker]

Wait! Does he play scottish bagpipe?

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Silverfoxes on Friday* :)

*actually saturday (28.07.24.) but who cares...

[anwiel13]

[marimayscarlett]

POV of rude_boy_moses, infamous camera man (and hype man 🕺🏼) at the Rammstein concerts 📽️ // 17.072024, Klagenfurt

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

After Till, Richard, Paul, Olli...Rude boy Moses shares a photo with Schneider 🥰

[gothicwidowsworld]

Home for the holidays M.A

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marcusarmstrong Do you not like my company or something @y/nl/n

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y/nl/n some of us actually enjoy reading you muppet and find it relaxing 🤦🏻‍♀️📖

jamesharveyblair I’m still surprised she even likes you full stop

| marcusarmstrong get out of my comments James nobody wants you here

marcusandy/nupdates y/n’s actually the cutest… beautiful and smart the best combo

y/nl/n it’s hard but someone had to be the beauty & the brains in this relationship ☺️

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y/nl/n It might not be snowing here but Happy Holidays everyone x

📸 Marcus Armstrong or whatever

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marcusarmstrong Sweetheart you don’t even like the cold… you practically begged for an excuse to get out of the UK

| y/nl/n Marcus Cornelius Armstrong I do NOT beg

marcusarmstrong yeah nah you do… like a lot 👀

clementnovalak I unfortunately agree and second that statement

| y/nl/n Clem!

Formula2Jazz are we getting professional photographer Marcus? Living for it

Armstrongm292 you just know Marcus lied and said he was taking a picture of the view

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marcusarmstrong taken approximately 15 seconds before y/n/n stole my hat… still got the sunnies though

clementnovalak so nothing new then?

jamesharveyblair Mate… I’m pretty sure most of her wardrobe is just your stuff she’s stolen

y/nl/n James that is deformation of character and I will not stand for it!

jamesharveyblair then stay sat 😎

fan4910 oh boy they are literally so cute

mrarmstrongx mom and dad energy right here!

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y/nl/n guess which ones the bigger child… *hint* it’s not Moses

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marcusarmstrong that’s just rude

mosiesarmstrong but fact

yourbestfriend he’s a driver what did you expect girl? 😂

| y/nl/n seriously? I don’t know but not someone who threatens their little brother with barbecue tongs

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[punkstarlet]

Fallen Stone: Out There

Guest appreanance Zephyr.

Two days later

“And when refusing to free the enslaved Jewish slaves, Moses warned the Pharaoh of the final plague that would fall in his kingdom.” Shilo wrote the lesson on her chalkboard as she discussed the history of Moses for today’s topic. 

She was a little slow right now, not because she was lacking sleep or too busy with Michael, but because she felt a loss of motivation. It had been two days since the meeting with the archangels, and their words still lingered in her mind. All her hopes of ever going to earth have turned to dust. But she can’t show that to her students, so she has to keep it all in and pray for the day to end.

She faced her students. “Can anyone guess the last plague?” she asked them. No one raised their hand or spoke up to answer. She let out a sigh. “Anyone?”

A tiny angel, a little owl kid, raises his hand. “Uh..death?” He answered in a questionable tone.

“You’re almost there,” Shilo commented. “Death of what?”

“Of..kids?” He added.

“You’re almost correct, Aaron. It was the death of the firstborn.” Shilo informed, writing down the tenth plague next to the plagues she had written during. “Moses, in time, gathered every enslaved Jew to warn and instruct them on protecting their firstborn. They used the blood of lambs to mark around their doors, and it worked, saving the young Jews.” She added. “But sadly, the Egyptians could not be saved from this horrible miracle.”

“If only the Pharaoh did what God and Moses told him.” A little angel girl implored.

Shilo let out a small chuckle. “Well, he got a rude awakening when his son died," she told her.

In the back of the group, an angel boy leaned close to Marcus and whispered in his ears. “That’s what I call ‘Karma.” Marcus giggled. 

Only for the two to hear Shilo clearing her throat loudly, getting their attention. They faced her with her arms crossed and glaring at them. 

“What did I say about muttering in my class?” She scolded the two, her voice harsh, like a mother catching her children being troublesome.

“Sorry, Ms. Winterstone.” The two apologized with their heads down. 

Shilo rubbed the bridge between her foreheads. They are just kids, little angels that don’t know right and wrong as they age. “Anyway. When allowed to leave, Moses led the freed Jews away from Egypt and to the land God had promised.” She returned to her lesson. “They faced many challenges, such as a lack of food, water, and doubt.”

“Did they make it?” Lily asked. 

“Hard to tell, Moses died before he could see the promised land,” Shilo replied to Lily’s question. “But I can assure you, his people live happily, and their descendants celebrate their freedom.” 

The school bell rang. “It seems our adventure with the Exodus has ended, and so has a school day.” She smiled. “Sleep well, young angels.” 

The students cheered, grabbed their bags, and left the classroom, leaving Shilo alone.

She gathered their papers and placed them inside a folder. She huffed out, "Another busy day." She sat near her desk and began to grade their papers, one by one, until the folder was empty. She let out a yawn, feeling tired and a bit overworked. 

A knock was heard. “Come in.” She called out. 

The door swings open, and an angel with two wings in light yellow and green steps in. His hair is orange. He has yellow eyes and pale skin with freckles on his cheeks. He wears a green and white suit and a yellow halo over his head. “Hello," he greets her. 

“Camael.” She greeted him back, knowing him. He is the principal of this school.

Camael was close to her desk, looking over her shoulder. “Busy?” He asked her. 

“Just grading. All A’s.” She replied, not taking her eyes off the papers. 

“Perfect.” He smiled, approving. “You did a wonderful job keeping the kids in line.” He added. 

Shilo let out a sigh. She rotated herself to face Camael. “I am just doing what I am told to do," she exclaimed.” And keeping the angels in line sounds forceful. I don’t order them like little servants.” She pointed out.

Camael looks away. “Sorry. You’re right; that was out of line for me.” He apologized. He faced her. “So, how are things between you and Mikey?” He asked, referring to Michael. 

“Good. He was a little late on our date; his duty kept him too busy.” She answered. “But he always has time for me.” Michael often arrived late on their planned dates, barely an hour late. But he makes it up to her by letting her choose their desserts. She never minded as long as it meant she could keep him all to herself. 

Camael grinned. “Lucky. Glad you two are keeping it strong.” He beamed. 

“Yeah. Together in a million years. ” Shilo mumbled under her breath, looking down with a sorrowful expression. They have been together for so long, yet Michael never took the next step in their relationship. 

Camael noticed it. “Something up?” 

Shilo blinked, the sorrow in her look fading and turning into a neutral expression. “No. I’m done for tonight.” She disclosed it, standing up from her chair. “I’m done for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wha? Shi, what gives?” Camael blinked. 

But she didn’t respond; she just took her purse and walked past him, leaving her classroom. She headed down the hallway and focused on leaving the building—anything to avoid letting another angel get concerned over her. 

Camael stands in the room, looking out the entrance, confused. “Was it something I said?” 

~*~ 

Shilo was on the sidewalk, pasting angels as she stared down. She tilted her head up, seeing the gates of heaven from ahead and new angels entering with open arms from St. Peter. She could remember times she would go down there and meet them, back when she was so full of life and still young. She wanted to understand humans until Raphael had to keep her from going near the gate and teach her about the possibility of falling—a real chance she would end up like Lucifer, fallen. 

She feared being fallen. Because when you have fallen, you will lose your angelic powers and be trapped in hell for the rest of your eternal life. Shilo doesn’t want to end up like Lucifer, so she maintains a safe distance from the gate and avoids it. She softly sighed in a sad tone and resumed walking. 

On the way, she saw an angel who was quite familiar to her. He was looking over a book and reading it. He was a principalities angel, a rank-one angel tasked with protecting and guiding a nation and a group of humans to God’s rules. His skin was a fresh tan; his eyes were green, and his hair was blonde. He also had a scar on his left eye; luckily, it didn’t damage his left sight. He wore a white robe, a belt with a sword to his waist, golden sandals, and golden wristbands. His wings are a pair of two in rainbow colors, and the halo over his head is rainbow, too, in a crown shape. 

“Zephyr?” Shilo whispered. The two were good friends; he was her best friend back in the day. Sometimes, they would come across each other and spend time talking about their duties and their jobs.  

Zephyr turned his head and saw Shilo staring at him. He put the book down and approached her. “Shilo. What are you doing here?” He asked her, stopping two feet away from her. 

“Just...on my way home,” Shilo answered. 

“Shouldn’t you be doing your duties?” He questioned her, placing his hands on his hips. Careful not to get close to his sword. 

“I just did,” she replied. “Did the grading and got an assignment planned out for tomorrow.” She added. 

Zephyr chuckled. “That’s way faster than I am!!” He joked and let out a laugh. He stopped and frowned, seeing the unapproved expression on her face. “Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about what happened with Lucifer.” He mentioned it. 

Shilo huffed out, “It... was a long time ago. I moved on; I got Michael now, and all is good," she added, her eyes cast down. 

Zephyr has his arms crossed, staring into her eyes. “Are you sure? You look gloomy.” He pointed out. 

“me? Gloomy?” Shilo pointed at herself and quickly pulled a fake smile nervously. “Why would I be gloomy? I have a great life here.” 

“You lied so bad, Shilo!” Zephyr chuckled till his voice went severe. “You are not doing well.” 

“I am!” Shilo denied it. 

She could see that he was not buying it, which made her nervous. “You know, Shilo, lying is bad.” He raised an eyebrow. 

She groaned; he knew her better than herself. “You’re just like Uriel.” 

“Well, he is my superior after all." He smirked. 

“Of course," she grumbled. Uriel is Zephyr's superior, and he looks up to him. 

“So please tell me,” Zephyr spoke in a concerning voice. “You are not happy?” 

“I AM HAPPY!!!” Shilo shouted at him. That shout released the frost under her heels, sensing her anger. 

Zephyr sighed, clearly not believing her. “If you aren’t telling the truth, I shall be on my way.” He turned himself around and was about to return to his position.  

Shilo frowned, watching him go back to his job. “How... How's your job?” She asked him. 

That caught his attention, forcing him to stop and turn his head toward her. “My job? I guide people.” He replied. 

Shilo nodded. “Right. At least you get to go down there.” She mumbled under her breath, her voice disheartened. 

“I do.” He nodded, arms crossed. “Why, you ask?” 

She froze, and the frost increased as it sensed her nervousness. “I'm just ensuring you are doing your part," she nervously replied. 

Zephyr gave her an extraordinary look, almost like she was turning into someone he had never seen before. It was a little out of character for her. “You’re acting strange, Shilo. You never even asked me how I was doing my job all those years ago.” He informed her. 

Shilo took a step back, head down, and hands behind her back. “I...I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” She apologized. 

Zephyr sighed. He took a step forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to look up at him. “Shilo, the best I can give you is to try to lessen a bit. Our creator gives us will. We take our roles seriously, but the father doesn’t want us to be burdened. It’s fine to take breaks; even the father takes breaks every Saturday.” He explained. 

Shilo nodded, understanding him. “Thanks, Zephyr.” She thanked him, and a smile formed on her lips. 

“Don’t mention it.” He gave her a huge grin in return. “I must return to my duties.” He pulls his hand away. “Take care, Shilo.” Soon, he left her side, returning to his duties and leaving her behind. 

Then, too, she resumed her focus on getting home. Along the way, she was happy for Zephyr; he could go down to Earth and help humans better themselves and guide them to a more robust path. Unlike her, who hasn’t visited Earth in eons.

As she walked down the sidewalk, her eyes were drawn to a paint store. She changed her direction and went inside the shop. The store inside was filled with endless rows of canvas, paintbrushes in different sizes, paints of colors, and the occasional accessories artists used for their creations. She heard the ringing sound of a little bell as the door opened. 

Then the storekeeper came in. He was a tall angel dressed in a beret hat, an apron over his blouse and pants, and wings covered in paint. “Welcome to Heavenly Canvas!! " he greeted her warmly. “Are you here to check out our new section of paint?” 

“Just here to grab some new paint and canvas,” Shilo told him. 

He nodded. “Wonderful! Let me know when you are ready to check out.” He left her side and stopped by the countertop with a cash register. 

She returned the nod. Then she started shopping. She picked out the enormous canvas in the shop, and then she selected her paint choices, ten each. She had to be careful with how much she spent. 

After making choices, she approached the countertop, where the storekeeper was waiting for her. “Ready?” He asked. 

She nodded. “Yeah.” She reached into her purse and took out her wallet. She handed the money to him, paying for her purchase. 

“So, do you have any new ideas?” He asked, taking the money and opening the register. 

“Sorta,” Shilo replied. “Just don’t tell the Archangels; they’ll think it’s stupid.” She added, gripping her purse strap. 

The keeper scoffed, “Oh, please. No ideas are stupid here.” He gave her the chance and a receipt. “Here you go! Enjoy!” 

“Thank you.” She took the chances, slid them inside her purse, and grabbed her materials. She then headed out of the store, returning to her primary focus.

~*~

Shilo landed on a balcony with wide open doors, stepped inside, and placed her purchase on the bed. She sat down and removed her shoes, setting them on the floor. 

The room around it is pale blue. It has a bed, a desk with a computer, and a pile of folders. There is a white rug on the floor, a nightstand with a lamp, and a dog bed. There is also a dresser, a closet that holds her clothes and shoes, and a door leading to her bathroom. It was her room, her home. It is a lovely apartment that is generously paid for by the archangels and cared for in her every need. 

Then Shilo heard a sound—a bark. She turned her attention to the doorway leading to the living room, and running in was a miniature Schnauzer with light blue fur, short ears, and a long tail. And almost have three eyes, the third on the forehead. 

“Nicholas!!” She picked him up, holding him. “How’s my favorite little angel?” She hugged him close, letting herself get licked on the cheek. She let out a giggle. “Are you hungry? I bet you are.” She slowly set him down on the floor and watched him take off. 

She followed him, leaving her room. Her living room is pretty big, with a sofa, a coffee table, a small table that holds a plant, and the TV on the wall. The wall was decorated with picture frames of Shilo’s experiences. She also got a large lamp, shelves that hold the belongings she collected, and a huge rug in the middle. And by the huge window is a harp. It was a gift from Michael, but truth be told, she was never fond of the harp. She would like to learn how to play the violin; just how the strings played was more heavenly than a meek harp. 

The kitchen has a clean oven, countertop, fridge, sink, dishwasher, and a small oven next to a mixer. It also has a spice cabinet and jars labeled flour, sugar, and coffee. And, of course, her coffee maker that brews cold coffee just as she likes it. There is also a pantry to store her dry ingredients and food, and a bag of dog food next to two bowls on a mat. 

She looked down to see Nicholas waiting for her. She smiled, opened the bag, scooped up a cup of dog food, and poured it into one of the bowls. She grabbed the other bowl, filled it with water from the sink, and set it back down. 

She watched Nicholas eat from his bowl. “Guess you were.” She softly chuckled, only for that smile to slowly fade into a frown. 

After she was finished, she returned to her bedroom. She opened her closet and pulled out some clothes: a light blue off-shoulder short-sleeved shirt and comfortable shorts. She makes her way to the bathroom and closes the door behind her. 

Five minutes later, she left wearing them while her work clothes were in a laundry basket to be cleaned and prepped for tomorrow. She reached out her hand, grabbed a string hanging in the middle of her room, pulled it down, and revealed a set of stairs leading up to the attic.  

Shilo picked up the canvas and the paints and walked up the stairs. 

The attic is spacious, big enough to fit another room. The wall is covered with paintings Shilo made over the years; it has paintings of gardens, rivers, and buildings that she imagined, as well as characters from various books and movies. Most of her paintings have Lucifer in them. There is also a standing easel in the middle, a stool for her to sit on, and a table with brushes, paints, and a palette lying on it. A row of clean canvas was against a painting of a garden. The attic has a roof window, and under is a giant bean bag chair, strings of fairy lights, and a small table with books and plants. It looks like Shilo’s little hidden room, where she can be whoever she dreams of being. 

Over the centuries, Shilo has had several hobbies she wanted to try, such as cooking, baking, music, art, literature, and clothes making—anything she feels connected to. She fell in love with traditional art. She always loves the smell of paint, the feel of the canvas against wet paint, and what she can do with only her mind and hands. But she feared the archangels would find it silly and not approve of it since art is not for angels like her. So, she would turn her attic into her little art studio, her sanctuary. 

She set the canvas next to the row and placed her new paints alongside the others. She stepped back, then rubbed her face as she huffed out harshly.  

Nicholas barked, climbing up the stairs to join his owner. Only he stopped when he saw her look in distress. He tilted his head to the side. 

Shilo started to pace. “Earth is full of death and corruption.’ ‘Your place is here in heaven.’ ‘We are trying to protect you, to help you have a better life!” She mocked the archangel's voices, respecting their words as she let out a growl. “Well, what if I don’t want to be protected?!! What if I want to prove to myself that I can protect myself from getting sin and show I can do more than just... teaching the same lesson over and over again?!!” She shouted, letting out her anger. “I’m tired of being treated like a weak angel!! I am sick of staying here for the rest of my angelic life!! I am done with being treated like a little child!! I..” 

She groaned, kneeling on the floor. She felt Nicholas nudge her, causing her to look down on him as he stared worriedly. 

“Why does everything have to be in black and white?” she lamented. “I missed the days when I could see colors like I used to... before.” She frowned sadly. “Zephyr is right. I am unhappy. I only wanted to visit the world below for just one day.”

Her eyes landed on a painting of Lucifer with a smile. She reached out and placed her fingers on his cheek, slowly stroking. After eons, she was still not over Lucifer. How could she? He was her first real friend, and she would feel like herself around him.

She slowly smiled, inhaling and exhaling softly. Then, slowly, she stood up and looked at her paintings. “I kept part of my heart in a box in the attic.” She wrapped her arms around each other. “It’s been a while since I looked at it. Tell me if I’m ready now. Trying to find the strength somehow.” She sings. “Because I’m tired of feeling black and blue and gray.” 

She placed her new canvas on the easel stand, ready to start painting. “Carrying my courage in my cup of coffee.” She opened her new paints and added them to her palette. “Wonder if my memories even want me. Tell me if I’m ready now. Gotta find the strength somehow.” She placed her palette down on the table. “Cause I’m longing for another golden day.”

She opens her wings, hovering up, and twirls around, staring at her painted canvas. “All I see is black and white, where color used to be. I’m searching dusty corners for the moments I can keep.” She sings, hovering back down with a frown. “See what’s worth saving. My heart is caving. Cause I’m just waiting for the day I wake up and remember.” She returns to her easel. “In technicolor.” 

She sat on the stool, picked up her palette, and took out a paintbrush. She carefully dipped the brush in the paint and stroked it on the canvas, making a paint line.

In her mind, the paint changed into Shilo when she was a new angel. She flew to Lucifer, who hugged her. “Used to love when we all got lost in the music.” The two then danced together with huge smiles. “Is my voice even there if I haven’t used it? Tell me if I’m ready now. Need to find the strength somehow.” Then Lilith appeared, and Lucifer flew to her, leaving a broken heart Shilo behind as she cried. “It was good, but it hurts like hell when it’s replayed.”

The real Shilo looked away from the half-painted canvas as if reliving the pain again. She set the brush and palette down on the table. “Cause all I see is black and white, where color used to be. I’m searching dusty corners for the moment I can keep.” She stood up, singing as she stroked her paintings with characters she grew to love. Like the Phantom of the Opera, Quasimodo, Frankenstein’s monsters, and Dracula. “See what’s worth saving. My heart is caving. Cause I’m just waiting for the day I wake up and remember.” She stopped, singing still. “In technicolor.” 

Nicholas braked at her, wagging his tail. Shilo smiled at him. She picked him up. “All there was were rainbow-colored moments. But a storm can come and strike the beauty from it.” She frowned, holding Nicholas in her arms. 

She turned her head, facing her canvas on the easel. In it is a half-painting of Lucifer and Shilo herself smiling together. “All I see is black and white where color used to be.” She smiled. “I’m searching dusty corners for the moments I can keep.”

She then started to approach her bean bag while still holding him. “All I see is black and white, where colors used to be. I’m searching dusty corners for the moments I can keep.” She sat on it with Nicholas lying on her chest. “See what’s worth saving. My heart is caving. Cause I’m just waiting for the day I wake up and remember.” She sings. 

She looks up at her roof window, watching the sky turn into night with the stars lighting up. A reminder to her that Lucifer’s most fabulous creations never fade away. “In technicolor.” She sighed softly, watching while lying down. 

“One day, just one day, is all I am asking.” She exclaimed. In her mind, she set herself a goal. She is going to go to earth, no matter what. 

As she allows herself to relax and prepare for tomorrow, she has no idea that tomorrow will be the start of a discovery that will change her fate forever.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 57 - Xander Does a Think

Xander, quiet! Ophelia needs to focus on waving her screwdriver around the coffee maker!

Now that Ophelia is a rising star, she got a gig performing at The Rabbithole, a celebrity hotspot. Xander's not a celeb and doesn't have a shift today so he's on his own.

Ophelia goes for a jog to clear her mind before her gig. She's apparently been doing it a lot because she's now at level 8 of the fitness skill!

Ophelia's jog is cut short when she runs into Mila Munch, who asks for an autograph.

Mila: My boys didn't believe that I was there during your viral video! Their mom, catering for the stars?

She didn't cook jack shit but Ophelia feels like it would be rude to point that out.

Mila: Can you make it out to Lucas? He's my youngest. He's been playing that video of yours non-stop and singing along.

Ophelia: Aww, of course. Want me to say anything in particular?

Mila: Follow your heart. I tell him that all the time but it'd mean the world from you.

A supportive parent? Ophelia can't relate.

Ophelia: That's lovely. Here you go. Just do me a favor.

Mila: Anything!

Ophelia: Keep telling him that. It'll definitely mean more coming from a loving parent than some random musician when he's older.

Mila: Thank you, Miss Lemon.

By the time Ophelia gets back, she has to leave.

Drew and Moses are busy, his parents are still out of town and his sister's family is visiting Hector's cousins. Xander doesn't know what to do with himself, so he practices some yoga to clear his mind and think about some stuff.

Since his parents' trip, Xander hasn't been home for anything other than watering the plants. He loves his parents, and their house is way bigger than Ophelia's, but he feels so comfortable here. Maybe the house's owner helps. He'd live in a cardboard box is she was by his side.

Deep down, Xander knows Ophelia is the one for him. He loved Jules but he's IN love with Ophelia. She makes him the happiest he's ever been. He wants to take the next step and move in together, but his parents aren't getting younger. Can he really just leave them all alone?

Even though they're elders, they're very capable. They'd be fine without him. Xander just knows that as the result of a geriatric pregnancy, he's not going to get as much time with them as other Sims do, but he knows his parents wouldn't want him to put his life on hold for them.

Maybe he can talk to his parents about it when they get back in town. They were so excited to hear he found someone who treats him right, so he's sure they'd be supportive if he moved in with Ophelia.

Looks like this yoga stuff is good for thinking AND for getting fit!

Xander makes his mom's tandoori butter naan for when Ophelia gets home and tries to do a fancy mixing trick like his mom can. It doesn't work out so well for him.

Ophelia's become an excellent cook. Surely his mom will love that about her.

The naan is ready and Ophelia will be back soon. Better keep Marshmallow entertained!

Marshmallow: an illuminated intruder! surrender yourself, foe! i have slain many enemies in my nine lives.

Now that he's showered, Xander's doing his own legacy challenge but he's actually gotten his Sim pregnant with the next generation in a reasonable time. Can't relate.

Marshmallow: father, cease your witchcraft with that wicked box and give me snuggles

Xander sees Marshmallow's pissed so he gives her her fave ball to play with.

Marshmallow: that is more like it. i would plunge into the depths of hell for this ball.

Ophelia's home!

Ophelia: Aww, she's clipping through the ground! That means she likes you.

Ophelia: Something smells amazing. You didn't have to make dinner.

Xander: I wanted to. I wasn't just going to sit on my ass and let you eat cold leftovers after working all most of the day.

Ophelia: You're too good to me.

Ophelia: What'd you do besides play chef?

Xander: Not much, just did some thinking.

Ophelia: There's a first time for everything.

Xander: Watcher, I love you.

Ophelia tells him about her night, but his mind can't help but wander. He really does love her, doesn't he? Yeah.

Xander knows he doesn't just want to move in with Ophelia. He wants to keep building a life with her. It's just the first of many next steps they'll take together.

[tricornonthecob]

Ponies was fun today

LK 118: An American Crimbus

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

Is this like. Siblings? Cousins? Parent/child? Married couple? I am strangely interested and feeling nosy. Gonna resist the urge to imdb it.

And not just because its 4pm in December!

oh shit that's an nice fucken chair ya got there, bud.

RUDE.

Henri about to whoop some tory ass with a candelabra.

Moses just pats him on the shoulder like "Its okay, bud. I wanna fuck 'em up with the neighbor's fancy candelabra, too."

uhhh kinda feel like this guy should be in the surgeon's tent, ya know? Looks like he could use some electrolytes. Also James where the fuck is your coat did you give it to Sarah like a gentleman. Please tell me you did, because its my headcanon now.

...seriously though I think he needs a doctor like the rest of the Army rn fr fr.

Bro even looks like a Zeke. Like

He's gon' wrastle ya.

"And he won't let me use my PTO for this."

"my little french friend" he's your apprentice???? the best spy y'all have on payroll?? Or is "Lil' French Friend" his codename.

They're really taking this 8-year-old 11-year-old running away to the frontlines REALLY well.

Oh my god did codename Lil' French Friend decide to take a fucking boat to New Jersey which is literally right across the river

Oh okay its just America's best hope, Frail Elderly Slut, on his way to sleep with the entire French court.

tf is this guy

Something about the dulcet tones of Walker Cronkite telling me to roll with it. Everything's gonna turn out okay.

...buddy, we empathize, but Benji Franx has the entire hope of America on his shoulders. Also you can write it off on your taxes.

Who would win? Thousands of combined British and German troops, or one Dirty Old Man Slut?

He's seasick, Benji, keep up.

The boys need some lemon-lime gatorade, pronto.

James your 14-year-old-17-year-old body is still stitched together with cartilage and magic, stop judging the sick man.

[socaprince]

CARIBBEAN CONNECTION WITH RADIO LEGEND JAI - SEPTEMBER 21, 2024

Caribbean Connection with Radio Legend Jai

Saturday September 21st 2024

Special Guest Host 9pm - 12am on CHIN Radio 100.7fm

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Love You So - Orlando Octave Keep Up - Marlon Asher Holiday - Problem Child Hot Gyal Anthem - GBM Nutron

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Keep My Cool - Kes Cut Meh Loose - Kes x Travis World 1 On 1 - Jimmy October Body Language - Michael The Pannist Madame Jeffrey - Scrunter Carmenante - Baron Hush Your Mouth - Kenny J. Tanty (Remix) - Scrunter Luv Up - Shandileer feat Carl Jacobs

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[almaqead]

"The Horse Messenger." From Surah 20. "Taha, the Char."

A significant aspect of Taha is instinct, but most of it is intellect. The ability to connect the suffering of persons who are being oppressed with the presence of a tyrant is a necessary human capability. We learn of its importance in the scripture which is not to hard to comprehend. Persons incapable of empathizing with others must be scolded until they do. This ability is called "by the hair on the head". by the Torah and also here in the Quran. The Number is 1367, אגו‎ו‎ ‎, "the ego".

Vanity is the enemy of empathy, which is why one cannot cut their hair in Judaism or Islam until one is able to demonstrate sensitivity to the needs of others.

After this, it is considered rude not to cut the hair or trim the beard. The Surah says there are signs one has grasped Jibril, or reality and is ready for a haircut in the following:

20: 92-97:

"Moses scolded ˹his brother˺, “O Aaron! What prevented you, when you saw them going astray, from following after me? How could you disobey my orders?”

Aaron pleaded, “O son of my mother! Do not seize me by my beard or ˹the hair of˺ my head. I really feared that you would say, ‘You have caused division among the Children of Israel, and did not observe my word.’”

Moses then asked, “What did you think you were doing, O  Sâmiri?”

He said, “I saw what they did not see, so I took a handful ˹of dust˺ from the hoof-prints of ˹the horse of˺ the messenger-angel ˹Gabriel˺ then cast it ˹on the moulded calf˺. This is what my lower-self tempted me into.”1

Moses said, “Go away then! And for ˹the rest of your˺ life you will surely be crying, ‘Do not touch ˹me˺!’1 Then you will certainly have a fate2 that you cannot escape. Now look at your god to which you have been devoted: we will burn it up, then scatter it in the sea completely.”

Commentary:

The little god inside each of us is but a vehicle for a bigger one called Jibril "the reality check" who gave the Quran, and He is devoted to Allah. This relationship gets clearer the older a man gets and in the process the longer is his hair. In between the boy and the man, however as we all know a golden calf, a male teen boy, is born.

Golden calves are signs of immense selfishness. Once the calf is reduced back to the gold from which it came, back to the dust and the ego is humbled, then a man can shear his hair.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jali Pt.1

Johnny: I’ve need to send this before I lose my bottle again

Johnny: but I don’t know how I’m to say it

Ali: Take your time, or don’t, depending what works better

Johnny: A man doesn’t let things go ignored and I wish I could what she said

Ali: Your mammy

Ali: There’ll be things she’ll say now that she never would’ve before, inhibitions go when you can’t remember the need of them

Johnny: She thought I was my daddy younger and she told us something of herself, a secret that should’ve stayed so

Johnny: What am I to do?

Ali: Ah

Ali: Well, you can’t unknow it, yourself but I’d not act like I knew it as you, to her, if that makes sense? 

Ali: She’d be embarrassed, or insert emotion here

Johnny: You don’t have the understanding of how serious this is

Johnny: knowing’s made a lie of my life, all I am, all he said I was to live by

Ali: Shit, okay

Ali: How bad?

Johnny: I followed a path he never even walked himself

Ali: Tell me

Johnny: She’s a fucking gorja, Ali, like you

Ali: Jesus fucking Christ

Ali: of course she is, sure, why not

Johnny: And he married her, all this while letting me know I only could my cousin

Ali: And it’ll be all your elders who know this, it’s only a secret to yous, obviously

Johnny: I’ll swing for the lot of them

Ali: Everyone’s a hypocrite, every damn person

Johnny: I can’t be here, I’ll see my own daddy to his grave

Ali: Leave, right now

Ali: Anywhere you go is better

Johnny: No matter if I drive myself into one, nothing does

Ali: It matters but a risk you’ve to take currently

Johnny: Christ, what’s a day of it been for?

Ali: I can’t spin the positive right now, whether it’s there or not

Ali: you’ve lived a lie

Johnny: I’m away, for the good it’ll do, none to us

Ali: Good

Ali: Why, why make it a lie, I don’t get it

Ali: whatever is said, it’s done, marrying outside of yourselves

Johnny: Any sense he reckoned there were is lost on me

Ali: I just

Ali: What did your ma say, how did it happen?

Johnny: She talked of how they got together ‘cept not the story as we’d heard 

Ali: God, you mustn’t have known whether to trust what she was saying or not

Ali: but I take it your da’s reaction cemented it

Johnny: He did his best to talk us ‘round but I caught him white as a sheet in the seconds before sure enough

Ali: What a waste

Ali: of everything

Johnny: I had him admit the lie from his own mouth, I was after feeling something but I don’t

Ali: The absolute least, laughably so

Ali: You don’t feel anything?

Johnny: For him, I mean

Johnny: reasoning didn’t come and click into place

Ali: You wanted to understand, him give a reason that made it a had to

Johnny: Yeah, but there’s no why that makes it right, not that he gave

Johnny: maybe not that exists 

Ali: All I can guess is it kept him the respectable brother to [Moses’ and Ronan’s dad]

Ali: that’s not good enough though

Johnny: I’ve nothing more to say, I just needed you to know

Ali: Where are you going to go?

Johnny: There’s nowhere to, I’m driving for the sake of, or for my daddy’s sake ‘til I’m as calm as I’m to be without peace about this

Ali: You can come here, when you run out of options

Ali: who else even gets a fraction of this

Johnny: Before I run out of petrol

Ali: Or that

Ali: Do you know where I am these days?

Johnny: I’ve always made a point to

Ali: I still would’ve bet on it being so

Johnny: You still put yourself in harm’s way

Ali: Not for ages

Johnny: Maybe we use the word different from each other

Ali: Maybe you’ve always had more care

Johnny: For you than you’ve for yourself wouldn’t be much

Ali: Touche but rude

Johnny: I’ve kept an eye on you for all this time

Ali: I felt it

Ali: only sometimes though

Johnny: I only sometimes do right by you

Ali: There are things I wouldn’t want you to have your eye on

Johnny: Why it’s the one and not both

Ali: Smart boy

Johnny: I’ve done some learning since the boy who told you I’d kill you if you didn’t wait

Ali: There was no waiting, or so we thought

Ali: jokes firmly on us now, like

Johnny: Punchline smacked us harder than I’ve ever been

Johnny: I can’t get breath

Ali: I don’t know what I’m meant to do with this information

Ali: if it’s just some dream, nightmare

Johnny: Should I have not told you?

Ali: You had to tell me

Ali: You’re the most honest person I’ve ever met

Ali: and I’d be furious if you hadn’t, when I inevitably found out how I always do

Johnny: It’s as you said, it’s only you who can understand

Ali: I’m in no rush to tell everyone I messed with when I was messed up that it all could have been avoided

Ali: no one else cares like we do

Johnny: I fucked up not caring enough to do as we wanted, baby or no

Ali: You were doing as you were told you had to

Johnny: By who? I haven’t a daddy now as I knew him

Ali: You also thought your other daddy was giving you signs, who would I be to go against the almighty, like

Johnny: And he’s no more trustworthy himself, where was the sign of this?

Ali: Playing favourites with your father, I suppose

Ali: I want to scream but I feel as if I’d never stop

Johnny: Is the boy with you or Ronan?

Ali: Ronan

Johnny: You’re grand to scream ‘til I get there then, I’ll stop you if we’ve need

Ali: I’ve no neighbours to worry/piss off

Ali: a perfect place to lose your mind

Johnny: I just turned past your nearest neighbours

Ali: You’re driving even faster than you used to

Johnny: Into a wall is where I’ve a mind to

Ali: You aren’t allowed to die

Johnny: What am I living for?

Ali: Let’s work it out

Johnny: How?

Ali: If I could tell you that right this second

Ali: I wouldn’t be screaming and you’d not be headed here

Johnny: Tell me something

Ali: You’re going to be able to choose what the rest of your life looks like

Ali: and you’re much better at decision-making than the rest that have tried

Johnny: I can’t unmarry, I’ve a duty to her still

Ali: That’s one thing you already know then

Johnny: She’s yet to about my mammy and daddy’s lie

Ali: What do you think she’ll think?

Johnny: She’s too like Moses in those ways, she don’t care for them as I did

Ali: Well, she’ll not be after leaving you herself for it then, will she

Johnny: She’d never be after leaving, it’s not done

Ali: Okay sure but we’ve found out a lot of things that aren’t done are so

Ali: I’m just saying, you needn’t worry about that

Johnny: There’d be nowhere for her, I’m saying, even her parents wouldn’t let that be so, for a girl

Ali: What if your husband abandons you? 

Johnny: It’s no your choice, your fault all the same

Johnny: you remember from [Carly’s mum], you’ve shame unless he dies

Ali: Right

Johnny: What thoughts have you?

Ali: You’ll have to stay with her

Ali: but, have you behaved as you’re entitled, as a man? 

Johnny: I behaved proper

Ali: A no then

Ali: Literally no one is going to say anything to you if you explore your options outside of your marriage, especially not now, so, if that’s something you want

Johnny: Everyone else has done as they want

Ali: Of course they have

Ali: If you don’t start now, you never will, Johnny

Ali: you can still do right by your family, whilst doing right by yourself too

Johnny: Now?

Ali: Right now

Johnny: [of course he’s gotta use his iconically good timing he’s always had to turn up, I don’t make the rules, Winnie does haha, it’s him letting himself in like he already lives here for me, appearing in whatever room she’s in like !!]

Ali: [you know he’s got to do it to ‘em, the actual !! state of this girl cannot be overstated, probably by your front door just standing there honestly because what else are you meant to do when you can’t really just be screaming in these streets when you have other children but there is nothing else that would be appropriate in response; the way him being here is so surreal you don’t know whether to laugh or cry because only seen him from a distance in forever and now he’s RIGHT in front of you, in your house, STARING at him with all the shit you cannot say, like you are actually glued to the spot you’re stood in]

Johnny: [the way I know this man has cried on this day and therefore she’ll know it and he has literally never in his life before because that’s how livid and overwhelmed and like our entire life has been pointless we feel, and we ALL know he’s gotta LAUNCH himself at her how he always did and just kiss her like it’s been a thousand years because for once it has]

Ali: [when you were mid opening your arms to him and taking that first step because that’s just who you are and you cannot attempt cold or anything close to it when you already knew he’d be in a bad way but now you can see it all over him, your hands getting crushed between y’all but have never cared less about anything lbr, the way you’re doing this like it was yesterday that muscle memory is still there and you literally have to do a gasp about it you’re that shocked because nothing should be less familiar at this point and yet]

Johnny: [mhmm, we see y’all falling effortlessly into your former ways and pulling all of your old moves and we’re living laughing loving it for you, iconic that you’re going at this in the hallway or wherever  with no fucks given to any of these children that could appear at any given time for any given thing because who even knows what o’clock this is, hopefully it’s kinda late so they won’t but neither of you could stop rn even if they did]

Ali: [thank god the rest of y’all are tweens-teens at this point because I’d be so mad if we had to disturb this pair, even for a moment lol, because there’s no world in which we aren’t doing the most with this kiss because 1. It has been forever and you’ve wanted this the entire time and 2. For all you know it could never happen again so taking this opportunity for what it is and running with it, here touching all of his face and running your fingers through his hair like you must reacquaint yourself with him thoroughly]

Johnny: [I’m so glad he’s not so old we have to say he’s gone bald lol because I do need him to have his long hair still for all the reasons, sis we’re all expecting him to freak out after this and never be seen again so I don’t blame you, do the most, he likewise is, literally picking her up as effortlessly as he used to do because she’s still little and he’s even stronger now, nobody talk to me about the strength he would have from his physical job]

Ali: [we’ve only made your faces like 5 to 6 years younger than you are IRL so basically you look like you do now so love that for our visuals, you’re both welcome for your glow ups honestly, we’re all absolutely FINE about how clearly strong he is now, taking the briefest pause to LOOK at him about it]

Johnny: [it does make things so much easier to imagine, well done jemily, catch him flexing even more how strong he is by basically holding her up with one arm because his other hand is STROKING her hair from her face like that’s what she needed the pause for cos it’s in both their mouths lowkey, again a standard move of his, as she LOOKS at him because we all know it was probably down as it always is and thus has gone even wilder than it always is because of all his pulling of it during the makeout sesh, taking a breath that feels and sounds like it’s the first one he’s taken since this news dropped and she’d be able to tell hurts his whole chest because we’re so !! about it and everything else]

Ali: [touching your hand to his chest so insistently, as if you can make him breathe and fix any of this heartbreak he has just by doing so because would give anything to be able to, like, the way this has broken our heart and they aren’t our parents so we don’t even have that added layer of betrayal and living a lie, we just didn’t get to be with you and had to watch you go do it with someone else, here wrapping our entire self around him in the tightest hug, doing your own laboured breathing into his ear as you’re kissing his neck without rhyme or reason, just smelling him and feeling his skin against yours again]

Johnny: [what breaks my heart is knowing that he has scars on his chest and hip respectively from how hard he tried to obliterate all traces of her name and initials there during the bad times, don’t think about it gals, we were all robbed, but anyway, this boy doing another standard move of his and PULLING her head to his for the most dramatic forehead touch of all time with the most !! eye contact anyone has ever because the first time he’s taking a sec to really hold that and show her everything that’s going on in his eyes, cos the heartbreak and betrayal cannot be overstated ever, the most iconic move of his where he sighs at her always but this time it’s the closest to a sob it can be without being]

Ali: [we cannot think about that right now, nope, thank GOD you have to be dressed whatever time of year it is right now, weren’t out here having that dramatic family moment and getting life-changing news with your top off, I won’t have it lol; here trying to read his mind and basically succeeding with how much is being conveyed and understood via this EYE CONTACT, trying (but ultimately failing) to stop yourself from tearing up here, trying to direct him towards the stairs so he can sit because literally the only comfort you can offer is the physical in this moment]

Johnny: [my boo says layers are our friend rn and she’s so right for that because we can’t think about it atm and these 2 absolutely can’t or they’d lose it even harder than they are and this man is busy kissing her eyes for the tears that haven’t fallen yet and then everywhere on her entire face and neck that they possibly could while he also goes to and then basically loudly collapses (soz kids) into a seating position onto these stairs with her still wrapped entirely around him, holding her SO tightly that there’s no way she’ll be able to breathe]

Ali: [like we all knew the scars would be gone by now but the way he has blatantly cut his out rather than just let it heal is the most upsetting and so real and y’all ain’t ready for that quite yet, likewise hoping that all these kids are at sleepovers or otherwise occupied because there is no quick explanation of what is going on here so you shan’t be getting one, we’re here squeezing the life out of each other lowkey with how hard we have to hold onto each other, barely leaving yourself room to kiss him in a similar fashion but you must, just about making the ‘it’s okay’ comforting noises without actually saying the words because it’s not but it will be, we’re determined, curling up into him more than you could whilst standing up, of course]

Johnny: [imagine if one of these kids appeared to get a drink or something what would you say, what could you? Soz not soz they are both in no fit state to think about it or even consider their surroundings rn because we’re too busy holding onto this girl hard enough to leave dramatic af bruises and crushing her entire body into ours while kissing her as hard as he can in attempt to cut off the comforting noises he cannot deal with hearing rn when he’s clearly this close to crying anew for the fact of being here and being able to touch and kiss her again and knowing damn well they could’ve been all these years if he’d only known the truth]

Ali: [like we should’ve directed you to our room honestly but the point is not able to think at all, never mind logically about things that aren’t this situation y’all are trapped in and all the wasted pain and time, focusing on kissing with everything you have in you is honestly a survival tactic at this point, holding either side of his face and having to unclench your fingers frequently to stop yourself DIGGING your nails into his cheeks like !!]

Johnny: [god bless, he doesn’t even know she has a room downstairs and she can’t find it rn, we’re all glad that the millions of cats are likewise probably either outside or snoozing somewhere at this o’clock because cannot deal with being interrupted by you either thank you, he will 1000% be putting his hands over hers so she can’t unclench them because we know what you’re doing and you’re gonna dig your nails into this man’s cheeks so be it and that must be indicated without words because cannot stop the makeout sesh for anything and anyone, when he has indicated it, using said hands to pull her even more into him somehow because y’all lowkey just fell where you are now and you can and will always try to be closer]

Ali: [never has your lack of awareness for your surroundings been more acceptable and understandable, tbh, how can you care about anything like that when THIS is all happening and you’re meant to be able to process it in any way, the NOISE you’re making right into his mouth about his hands over yours because have only got bigger and rougher the older he is and that reminder alone is enough to have you MAD about all the time that was stolen from y’all, definitely digging your nails in now even though you aren’t mad at him about it, so you’re doing kisses like you’re apologising literally at the same time]

Johnny: [me screaming about the hand thing because I’m irrationally upset about the passage of time, they’ve both lived whole lives they could’ve lived together and I’m not okay, but ANYWAY, he’s here doing his own NOISE about her nails digging in, likewise right into her mouth, then biting her lip even though the last thing he is is mad about it, literally hard enough to make her bleed about it because we all know who they are and how into it they were back in the day, doing his own immediate gentle and lavish kissing it better kisses obvs despite not being sorry]

Ali: [mhmm, you’ll never get that time back, nor erase the damage done, even though you get to be together now and thank the lord that you do but still, you didn’t get what you wanted and there’s no denying that now you’re here and able to see each other again as well as feel and taste and smell and all of it, the way it takes no time to get back into being who you are because he was right when he said you’re the most you together, dragging your nails down his face ever so slightly about the way you’re now bleeding like you’re trying to make it even and don’t just have to, saying his name like you haven’t been able to all this time, your voice being SO quiet and hoarse like you’ve not spoken in that time since]

Johnny: [catch him pressing his fingers to her lips partly to shh her because cannot handle her saying his name like that in this moment or maybe ever again, and partly to do the lovebite not fading trick she taught him all those years ago (because ofc he remembers) on the giant bruise her entire lips will be from how relentless he is and intends to continue to be, the way he doesn’t even flinch at her dragging her nails across his cheek and he’s LOOKING at her with all the !! in the world as unflinchingly but we all know how close he is to entirely breaking down, using his free hand to bring hers to rest on said cheek, keeping his over it to likewise PRESS down so hard]

Ali: [taking your other hand to press it to your lips with equal intensity because okay, no more talking, we understand and really, how do y’all begin that conversation, too risky when everything is this precarious, instead, ferally biting down his finger with no aim but conveying some of your own !! and how you don’t have a clue what to do, stroking his cheek softly like you’ve not just attacked it lowkey]

Johnny: [literally where to start and now is clearly not the moment for it when you’re both in the same !! headspace, hence Winnie told me I have to say that he puts those fingers he just pressed to her lips inside her to touch her like it was yesterday, doing his first lil moan at both the feel and sound of that, before then just fully thinking go big or go home and pulling off what clothes of hers he needs to in order to recreate the scene of when he ate her out on the stairs at mcvickers gaff because that’s the day that she got given the caravan key but also the day that she said she thought she loved him and he freaked out and left so it makes total sense to me and this boy that he’d wanna start over from then if it was possible remotely for them to go back]

Ali: [when you would know almost immediately what he is trying to recreate because of course your mind can go back to that time as easily as his, lowkey always but ESPECIALLY right now and you’d have such a completely chill and normal reaction to it, mhmm, not going to feel like you’re about to sob/cum all at once lol, moving your body, nudging him so he has to make eye contact with you because you can’t verbally convey all these feelings but you gotta let him know]

Johnny: [it was a memorable day even if she wasn’t the bitch that we 100% know she is lol, excuse us everyone who may or may not be upstairs because there is once again no thought for you there is only his priority to do the most and make her scream in a good way instead of pure rage, as if the wrong can actually be righted and they actually could go back and start again if he recreates this well enough/is even more feral about it than he was that day, no notes, soz not soz that there will be EYE CONTACT that’s the most intense they have ever made, so much so that he literally has to manoeuvre her so that her face is pushed into and held against one of the stairs to stop her maintaining it while he continues or else who knows what he would do]

Ali: [we know you’re not doing anything to discourage this, soz peeps but we aren’t capable of thought before he’s even started so good luck getting us to care once he has and we’ve exchanged that LOOK, try not to break any bannisters whilst trying to maintain any composure, also doing your most to not speak like that’s something you gotta stick to at all costs]

Johnny: [Winnie says break all the bannisters and scream the place down because he is a chaos bear but tbf he’s not wrong, they’ve gotta do what they’ve gotta do and rn it’s this, thank god he’s too busy to speak because I don’t trust him at the best of times and here and now ALL bets are off, lord knows what he’d say, concentrate on making her the most dead you’ve ever made her thank you sir]

Ali: [we all know that y’all are not good at being quiet, that’s not changed, trying your best does not mean you’ll be successful but I admire the attempt before you completely lose yourself lol, when you can’t see him in this current position so you’re truly grabbing at him in such an unhinged manner, however you can get him closer to you, making such 🥺 noises because however close is not close enough]

Johnny: [it’s giving when they used to lowkey have fights and we love to see it, another shameless throwback happening in how he’s taking both her hands not only to keep her pinned into position but to hold them in both of his tightly enough that they’d feel like their fingers are gonna break, because gotta do all the old faves as often as we can even if it would feel slightly different because he’s so much stronger now]

Ali: [we’re so shamelessly into it, just want him to be touching us in every way he possibly can right now, excuse us, even if we were capable of staying still, we would not be, because please don’t loosen your grip even a little, doesn’t even need to be said how unhinged you sound right now because purely relying on noises and no words so they are doing THE most]

Johnny: [he’s as shamelessly into it hence y’all are here and your only regret is that you weren’t sooner, oh the bruises she’s going to have from how hard he’s pushing her into these wooden stairs with all his strength, I love that we all know and accept that now he isn’t holding her face in place they can and will be making EYE CONTACT again and he’s going so much harder at all his antics for that cos how can you not be spurred on by those massive eyes of hers and everything that’s being said by them, never mind the noises she’s making which is in turn making him, however muffled they are]

Ali: [can’t resist, lest we forget for even a millisecond that it’s him and he’s really here doing all this, not that there’d be any doubt but there’s no room for it with the heart eyes that are being directed at him, heart eyes not really doing it justice because we know it’s so much more !! than all that, gonna say you literally fall down a step with these antics right now]

Johnny: [mhmm, his eyes have never been darker or more intense and he’s never blinked less despite and also because of every second spent feeling like he needs to squeeze them shut with the !! they’re both overwhelmed by, at least they are burning for a nice reason instead of feeling like you are gonna sob, he should stop when she blatantly falls down a step to check she’s okay but instead he’s making the most of her basically dramatically falling on his face, obvs, soz not soz they cannot be tamed rn and he’s just manoeuvring her so she’s essentially sat on it, going deeper and harder than ever despite and also because of the fact he hasn’t done this for years whenever the last time he did it to her would’ve been]

Ali: [likewise so about his eyes, of which neither of your cousins were serving so there truly is no comparison there, the way you should likewise check you haven’t suffocated him or broken his nose or something but are simply not going to and are incapable of supporting yourself enough to move at all, this sudden accidental gear shift WILL have you moaning his name though, cannot be stopped]

Johnny: [when hearing his name will have him switching things up even more by changing from the !! feral pace and antics he was doing to being almost soft about this, treating it like an indecent but peak romance kind of makeout sesh with everything his mouth and tongue are doing, knowing it’ll kill her the way his name got him because softness and slowness always does]

Ali: [finding one of his hands and taking it to our face to nuzzle/kiss with the same indecent but uber-romantic vibe because can’t cope won’t cope and comforting him as much as yourself is absolutely the vibe right now]

Johnny: [mhmm it absolutely is, hence there’s no world in which he’s not likewise nuzzling her with his whole face, cheek and nose included, the absolute scenes and mess he will be but there are no regrets and no notes]

Ali: [when you had every intention of stopping him before you came so you could hook up immediately but you are only human and there is no stopping the inevitable when he’s out here being the most, the only way you can warn him is by SQUEEZING his hand the same time you’re SQUEEZING around his face]

Johnny: [it’s okay girl he every intention of killing her over and over again and he wouldn’t have stopped until he did, hence we all know he’ll be instigating a hookup immediately after killing her dramatically, the way he always used to, giving her no time to recover remotely, we’re talking barely catch a single breath as he pulls off what clothes he needs to and repositions while she’s still very much dying and trying to come back to her body lol, and what a way to instigate it because he’ll be doing a GASP that’s almost a SOB when he’s inside her for the first time in a thousand years, how could he not]

Ali: [we all know it’s the vibe and you’d not be fighting it that hard, even if you were at all capable at this point, which you are long past, here feeling like you’re on the edge of death in the best way and being brought back that viscerally by him has you GRASPING at his waist, pulling him as close to you as he can be and holding him there with your legs across his back, because you need to stay in this moment for a moment, doing a dramatic shaky breath out]

Johnny: [he’s absolutely not fighting her desire to be in this moment for a moment that’s for damn sure, this man would happily stay here forever, the only way he’s moving at all rn is to hold her face how she did to him earlier and they always do, for a beat literally letting her breath hang there before he pulls her head closer to his, not doing another forehead touch but keeping her close enough to, as close as they can possibly be in fact, doing his own breath at her and basically into her mouth as per]

Ali: [very much now attempting to keep your faces as close as this without actually touching, which is harder than it sounds but would be the only thing keeping you vaguely on this planet right now, as well as trying to look into his eyes which is impossible at that distance basically but we must ‘I-’ when there are so many things you could say, too many, the sheer amount stopping you almost as much as how amazing this feels is making it hard for you to speak ‘- didn’t think this would ever happen again’ because very true, neither of you did, I’m sure]

Johnny: [shaking his head more because he can’t believe she’s finally speaking, and this is the moment considering how hard it would be that she has chosen to, than that he doesn’t want her to/is telling her not to, doing a hot lol when she finishes her sentence though in that hard same kind of way, his free hand using the same fingers he put to her lips earlier and used to touch her before to touch her again now because overstimulation is always the vibe and we’re making it clear that we don’t want her to stop talking actually now she has started, however hard we’re continuing to make it]

Ali: [doing a similarly hot smirk like okay, okay, pressing your lips really hard against his without crushing your whole face into him but to get across the ‘I missed you’ you’re then saying into his mouth like you just wanted him there again and that I missed you doesn’t go so much deeper ‘it’s-’ the pause you cannot help because you have to be here just making NOISES at what he’s doing, letting your legs drop so he can move because you can’t not so it’s only fair ‘it’s the same, how it was’]

Johnny: [moving the hand from her cheek to her throat to feel the noises as they come out because simply must as well as obviously doing the most as soon as he can move, that goes without saying, pulling out of her so he can push back in with so much !! because it does feel the same to you too and you can’t even begin to verbalise how you feel about that]

Ali: [when the ‘fuck!’ is literally forced out of you, you’re going to feel that word and how sincerely we meant it, here moving against him so erratically, your hands all over him because you don’t know where to put them but you know you want to touch him as much as possible, taking his top off because he wouldn’t have needed to to make this happen, just need as much skin on skin as we can get, thank you]

Johnny: [me like thank god y’all are too distracted for her to really notice that chest scar because we don’t need the angst of it in this moment thanks so much, likewise pull her top over her head though because gotta be mutual about this, pausing to smooth out her hair with his BIG strokes before he LOOKS at the new nakedness he’s unveiled ‘you don’t look the same’ because the curves she would now have that she did not when she was only 12, ofc said like he’s the opposite of mad about it, but making that doubly clear by running his hands over said curves as he continues to thrust in and out of her with the same !! while his fingers are also doing the absolute most]

Ali: [mhmm, that is not to be noticed right now and neither of you is thinking about that, thank the lord, we’re way too busy checking each other out shamelessly, also thank the lord that you’ve not let yourself go after your children Alison or you’d be on edge right now and no one needs that lol, instead you’re being lavished upon and doing the same in return ‘you too’ because however strong as a 16 year old, there’s still a big change there to grown man, smoothing his hair only to mess it up because how you like it, smiling, even if you gotta bite your lip mid-smile before you can continue ‘but the same’ ‘cos you’d be so gutted if he’d not got his hair still, we can’t lie]

Johnny: [imagine if he’d been the one to let himself go when he has not birthed a single one of his children, so she’s there looking like that after doing all that and he shows up like a flop, that would be the cruelest thing we’ve EVER done and we’ve done some cruel shit haha, but because we did not go down that route, be here PULLING her hair in retaliation when she messes up yours because we all know it’s only gotten longer and wilder if anything and he’s so into it, wrapping it around his hand just because he can, grinning about it like this is pure mischievous bants and not indecent behaviour, kissing her throat that’s even more exposed to him via these hair pulling antics]

Ali: [like, still love you but how devastating if your one true love returned and they were no longer hot lmao, y’all are so welcome that we’ve not done that, fate has fucked with y’all enough for this to not be the reunion you could only dream of, enjoy those sounds you’re going to feel against your lips because we feel all types of ways about this]

Johnny: [excuse us everyone because he will enjoy it so much that he’ll be leaving a bruise in the form of a lovebite for each and every sound she makes, like it’s a reward for them but it’s purely involuntary he’s just gotta and so her whole throat will probably be covered and there’s no excuse for that or subtle way to cover that many come the AM, at least when he moves down to her chest to continue the onslaught of kisses, licks and lovebites that’s more easily hidden, you’re welcome children, cos he can’t and won’t stop]

Ali: [when you’re a grown lady who has a grown lady life but you’re behaving like a teenager and not having a single regret about that, sorry world but we’re not sorry, at least you’re way too busy DYING loudly about all this to ponder if you’re allowed to give him some back because you don’t need to be thinking right now, just here scratching your nails down his back]

Johnny: [absolutely should not be letting her do that when you have a wife you’re gonna have to go back to at some point but is he stopping her, no, instead he’s out here throwing her legs up over his shoulders so he can fuck her even harder and deeper about it because can only encourage this, soz not soz Sophie Turner, being so loud about everything, be it the MOANS that are coming out of him or y’all’s bodies smacking against each other with the feral pace he’s setting trying to kill them both]

Ali: [the GASP that turns into straight up panting as you’re thrusting your body up to meet his, pushing the limits of how wide apart your legs can go in this position, holding onto his neck and pushing your forehead to his so you can be moaning at each other, stealing each other’s air about it]

Johnny: [trying to tell her how close he is when he’s initiated this new position and it’s having an effect on them both but when he opens his mouth to say it what comes out is a string of swear words running together into nonsense and only broken up at random by his own insane breathing so that speaks for itself, obvs kissing her when she presses her forehead to his, managing to miss her mouth despite it being right there because of how !! he is, ending up with hair in his mouth that he’s then SUCKING on and moaning around shamelessly]

Ali: [when the comforting it’s okay noises you do now are so beyond indecent because you’re as close yourself and want him to cum more than anything, wrapping some more of your hair around his throat casually, tickling down his chest with it]

Johnny: [when the dramatic shiver he does isn’t anything to do with being ticklish and is everything to do with the way his body is convulsing on top of her because those noises were already doing the most to encourage him to cum and then there’s that and those antics, MOANING her name for the first and only time as he does, so hard it feels like the hardest he has in his life ever, his voice cracking despite how short her name is because he’s dying that much]

Ali: [pulling him into you as hard as you can, lowkey letting him crush you into the stairs, however uncomfortable that is because we’ve got to take all of this, triggering our own orgasm that’ll leave us as twitchy as you, still gotta dig our heels into your back so you can’t go anywhere, hands PULLING your hair now relentlessly as we try to ride this wave out]

Johnny: [this man couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to, which he does not rn, soz you’re being crushed by his literal dead weight because all he can do is make the most insane eye contact of all time as he pants at her]

Ali: [you’ve got to find the energy to move at some point but that is not yet honeys, we can’t even catch our breath currently, still so !!, literally using our index finger to dot kisses on his face because we’ve no spit left for making out, we are hoarse and DEAD]

Johnny: [it’s him having tears in his eyes but not rubbing them or blinking and instead just letting her see it for me, when would he at 16 ever, even when their baby died he would not have, oh the growth, oh the emotions, it’s FINE]

Ali: [SO fine, yep, not at all emotional about this ourselves, wiping under his eyes but not actually close enough to wipe these tears away, just stroking his cheeks once again, nodding your head like I know because you do]

Johnny: [kissing her exactly like he did on Halloween when she said try apologising like he’s saying sorry for almost crying, which in the convo I described as being kissing where he held her face and then down her neck softer than he ever has, going in more when he gets to her neck but not quite giving her a lovebite level ‘What are we to do?’ said quietly into her neck because he always said that so ofc he is now, kissing her harder so there will be a lovebite happening there too (to go with all the others all over her throat) as per Halloween again as he did when he told her there had been nobody else since he cheated on her, the same level of desperation coming across in these kisses as were in those, albeit for different reasons on this day]

Ali: [shaking your head and having to do a hot lol because these soft kisses have got you almost speechless here already, moving so you can watch him easier, pulling your hair out of your way as you do ‘what do you want to do?’ as a genuine question, even if you’re pushing his head towards your chest like he can just lay there]

Johnny: [do lay your head there even though we all know you aren’t just lying there you’re doing the same soft kisses on her chest as you were her neck as if to answer that this is what you wanna do because where’s the lie, you wanna be with her and you both know it, nevertheless letting the kisses get less soft and more !! as if she doesn’t and you need her to/you have to convince her]

Ali: [laying your head on top of his, nuzzling into him with increasing !! to match his energy, stopping breathing for a beat, which he’ll notice because you’re that close, letting out a big sigh to compensate, almost a moan but not quite ‘we can go to my room’]

Johnny: [just a man on the stairs wholeheartedly sucking on the titty of his ex he hasn’t seen for years to see if he can turn that not quite moan into a proper one, picking her up when she says about going to her room with every intention of carrying her up said stairs where he assumes it is and with no intention of stopping what he’s doing, nothing to see here] 

Ali: [we all know it’d not take that much so here we are, moaning his name before we’re saying it, slightly more normally but really not much, doing a lil lol and tapping him on the shoulder to point him in the direction of our actual room like no god don’t go upstairs because if anyone is up there, deffo don’t need to run into them after that]

Johnny: [his teeth grazing over her nip really lightly when she moans his name, all of us knowing how easily it could’ve been a bite and the restraint he’s using that it isn’t, as if in contrast to the lack she’s showing, LOOKING up at her purely to do it when she points him in the direction before he’s carrying her in it, with no thought to their abandoned clothes just like when it was mcvickers stairs haha, he also isn’t looking around this gaff at all along the way much like when he saw her room for the first time, could never be me, instead he’s sneaking kisses wherever he can as he walks, quickly and randomly so he doesn’t bump into anything because we know Alison loves clutter like us, finally throwing her onto her bed when they get there and crawling onto it with her to properly makeout]

Ali: [widening your giant eyes at him teasing your nip like that, only making the returned LOOK more intense, not at all helping this man by continuing to stare at him like there’s no tomorrow the entire time he’s carrying you this, admittedly, short distance from the stairs to your room, making out with him with such enthusiasm as if you were having to hold back out there when you in fact, did no such thing, like thank god we’re alone now lol]

Johnny: [we stan an unhelpful queen, it would feel like it took forever to get there anyway because of how extra you two are so I love that you’re both blatantly prolonging it with your antics, whether that’s accidental or on purpose, it’ll mean the makeout sesh hits even better for the anticipation you’ve built in that short time, love that you’re once again acting like teens with no regrets because it cannot be overstated how !! he is either as if y’all didn’t just hook up and die not long ago at all]

Ali: [having a little playfight moment to graze your teeth over his nip in the same way like lol see how you like it, obviously unable to stay there because you need to kiss him some more before long, touching some of the many lovebites he covered you in]

Johnny: [the way he suddenly cannot move when she does that so can’t even fight back, just stopping breathing about it until she kisses him again and he finally breathes into her mouth so dramatically, touching some of the other lovebites she isn’t because there are so many that both of you can, feeling !! about how many you did and her inevitable reactions to you pressing down on every single one as she taught you even the ones she’s touching by putting your hand over hers as per that you have to then hold her throat and push her as hard into this mattress as you were the stairs]

Ali: [GRINNING at him, even as your face is going red with the collective force of your hands pushing against your windpipe right now because too about all of this to not, reaching out like all you gotta do is touch his nips again and he’ll be disarmed but instead touching the place on his chest where your name used to be, stopping grinning and stroking the scars softly]

Johnny: [I can’t even talk about how he would flinch like those scars are still wounds and it still hurts to this day because hit by such a vivid flashback of when they were as soon as she touches them, literally could not move away from her faster, he’s still on the bed but barely, catch him suddenly sitting basically on the edge with his back to her, all so involuntarily that it’s not even something he actually wants to do it’s just something he can’t help but do, it’s giving me when I roll over and turn away and we don’t like to see it]

Ali: [the noise that is equally as pained because this is the kind of moment you were afraid of, scared of losing him right now, scared of hurting him more than he has been by everything, gently pulling on a shoulder, just enough that he can see her put her fingers to her lips again like I won’t say anything, we don’t have to, letting go to tuck your knees up under your chin, making yourself small so he can have as much space as possible, pressing your forehead into your hands like stupid, stupid]

Johnny: [when seeing her all small like that reminds you of her being 12 and takes you back to being a teen yourself even more than that vivid flashback, so having the cry that has been threatening since he got there, which is a good thing tbh, you’ll feel better for it after sir, even if in the moment you feel like pure shit, can’t and won’t move for a minute, which would feel like forever, before eventually curling himself around her SO fully, y’all couldn’t be more tightly intertwined lying there like little baby cats, soz he will be crying on you gal but lbr if you aren’t yourself too it’s a miracle]

Ali: [have a cry lads, you need to, truly because this is fucked and so many fucked things happened because you weren’t together and the weight of that is honestly so crushing but you’ve gotta feel it if you’re to move past it which you are so, just be here cradling him and being cradled in return, sporadically wiping his tears with your cheek, however ineffectual that may be, trying to calm your own breathing if only so he can mirror you]

Johnny: [mhmm, my boo is so right, y’all can’t even begin to move past this until you have your crying sesh so you gotta as much as you had to have that stair hookup, at least you will be able to eventually mirror her however long it may take and gradually calm down even if we all know you’ll ruin those efforts more or less immediately by kissing her again as soon as you stop crying enough to and have taken enough breaths that it won’t kill you because he’s that bitch 10000%, catch him putting her hand back on his chest where that scar is when he do obvs]

Ali: [kissing down to his chest and over these scars so tenderly, looking up at him with the !! so you don’t have to speak the sorry out loud, moving back up to kiss his lips some more, pressing the place on your chest into the place on his, how you used to but gently right now]

Johnny: [looking back at her with the same !! doing a head shake like no I’m the one who’s sorry, managing to verbalise ‘I should be’ however fucked your voice sounds from the crying and all your feral antics before that, pulling her to him with equal !! so that their chests are pressed together harder ‘I shouldn’t have-’ not finishing his sentence because where to even start with all the fuck ups truly]

Ali: [doing a big breath out with the more insistent contact, as if you’ve been holding it in all these years, nodding your head and doing a minute shrug ‘mistakes were made’ very much giving by all of us not just him or you ‘shit happened too’ because a lot of it was straight up out of your control too, resting your ear against his chest and listening to his heart, making your breath hitch before you can get it back under control because it’s been so long since you heard this]

Johnny: [‘more by me’ because you will forever believe in your whole heart that you did more wrong than she has and you’re so right for that sir imo ‘and by mine’ because the first time we’ve acknowledged the mother lie out loud as a spoken thing not something we’ve written down on route to her gaff, cos again, we need to address that if we’re gonna go forward, a sigh because of how little you can actually do about it now ‘none of which can be righted, however much for the want of’ letting her have some silence then though to listen to his heart]

Ali: [a slightly bigger shrug ‘that became arguable’ because never here to absolve ourself of responsibility for our part in things but we don’t need to literally row about it, looking up at him whilst staying laid on his chest ‘you didn’t know, we didn’t, none of us could’ve acted as though we did’ because you couldn’t and there’s no going back, you both know that, for better and worse ‘I know you’d go back to not knowing but you can’t do that either and I’m glad you’re here, for what it’s worth’]

Johnny: [‘no’ one of his flat out nos because he blames Moses for that whole saga, as we all do and should and the Ronan and Ali relationship was as close to a functioning one as any of y’all have had since and what blame he thinks there is there is also on Ronan for not knowing better/having his shit together and being settled down with a decent gypsy girl at his big age instead of Alison so, looking down at her ‘I could’ve behaved different for my own sake, and yours’ because could’ve and should’ve said fuck it and got married/stayed ran away anyway, his facial expression being an absolute iconic picture at the last thing ‘you reckon I’d go back anywhere ‘cept to you?’ like girl I don’t wanna go back to the life I was miserable in, how could you think that]

Ali: [‘you weren’t behaving for your sake’ kissing where you head is laid on his chest like oh you ‘I was too selfish to appreciate that at the time but I can now’ not that you agree with him being miserable for the sake of his family but you can at least appreciate why it matters to him and why he made the choice he did, having to do a tiny smile at him because just dropping romantic things like that like it’s nothing ‘just not a good look if I’m celebrating you finding out this life-changing shit, is what I meant’]

Johnny: [‘but I can now’ stealing her words because we’re finally here doing something for our own sake and jali’s, kissing her again so hard as the emphasis and explanation those words did not remotely need because such a man about it ‘and you do look good for it, what that’s worth’ because gotta have bants or we won’t survive, and also where’s the lie she looks amazing rn we all know]

Ali: [making a far, far happier noise into this kiss, lifting yourself up to have a knee either side of him, holding his face as you kiss him and as you pull away, as if you’re inspecting him like hmm do you look good yes or no but obviously he does so kissing him again like that’s what it’s worth]

Johnny: [smiling into the 2nd kiss for all her antics and as he pulls away to let her see it and his heart eyes before he kisses her again in such an intense manner, basically just resuming the makeout sesh that they had when they first got into this room before the temporary angst pause]

Ali: [moaning and pushing your body down against his, lifting up to kiss him all over his face with no fucks given to how messily you’re doing this because he’s too cute and you’ve missed him so much ‘you’re so fit’ punctuated by kisses, ofc]

Johnny: [not him doing a hot lol and lifting her up as high as he can like that’s the kind of fit she meant because he’s happy af rn in spite of everything, lowering her to almost within a kissing distance only to lift her up again just before, just silly things again like y’all are teenagers and not grown ups]

Ali: [when you’re trying to pout and be faux mad that he won’t let you kiss him but you can’t even keep the act up because you’re laughing with him now too, just having the best time]

Johnny: [‘you know all you’ve not stopped being’ because the answer ofc is she’s still giving her 12 year old energy of being a lil girl there with her pouting and also just how small she physically do be yet like he said before how much there is of her in terms of her personality etc + everything she still means to him and has never stopped duh, slowly lowering her so their faces are as close as they can possibly be and she really gets ALL of the LOOK he’s giving until she’s so close she can’t see it any more only feel it ‘yourself and to me’]

Ali: [doing what can only be described as a yelp about it, full !! energy here, no chill, the shiver you’re doing and how he’ll feel the goosebumps you have, all your hair standing on end about it ‘I never stopped needing you’ as quiet as being THIS close warrants, like you can feel the heat of her words against your skin more than you can hear them]

Johnny: [wrapping himself and the covers he’s managed to drag out from under them around her like a cocoon as if she’s cold missy girl and that’s what the shiver and goosebumps are for but really it’s giving childlike fort vibes and them against the world energy + the throwback to when he brought his duvet to the caravan etc etc and the vibes are impeccable, doing his own moan like the one she did before because he’s accidentally on purpose inside her again from this movement of rolling them up and the proximity so it’s literally like his body saying he never stopped needing her either] 

Ali: [biting down on your lip when he enters you, pulling him closer to you somehow, wrapping yourself around him with as much enthusiasm, letting out a satisfied grunt as you get accustomed to the feeling ‘will you have me?’ in his ear]

Johnny: [doing such slow and deliberate movements compared to his feral ones on the stairs, actually giving her time to adjust to more of him instead of thrusting in and out like a madman lol, breathing her hair away from her face with his happy sigh that accompanies her grunt ‘we’ll have each other’]

Ali: [really giving him time to see your every reaction to more and more of him, eyes have never been bigger before we’re squeezing them shut, doing little pants that are in time to how we’re bucking our hips, trying to get more without intentionally doing so, nodding so dramatically like yes, we will ‘I’ve never wanted anything more’]

Johnny: [oh how I’ve missed her dramatic nods, so glad they have returned from war, this man could not be studying every one of those reactions more intensely or loving every single one of them more, in turn, if he tried, when you were doing soft lil scratches over her back to mimic the !! ones she gave you before, while likewise trying to pull her closer but then she says that so your hands travel down to her arse and gently squeeze as you push into her more, before he’s then using his fingertip which he has made her suck so it’s wet to lightly write both of their initials together with a + in the same place where his used to be carved with the key, to keep that belonging to each other energy going]

Ali: [treating you to another pout when you take this finger away, because we cannot control our sounds now without help and we know it, though we’re only too happy to give you the biggest reaction when we realise what you’re doing, of course, squeezing your legs around him because need to be the closest immediately right now]

Johnny: [sucking on her no longer pouty lip like it’s his job because ofc he’s waiting until after getting that big reaction to its fullest, can’t possibly interrupt that or in any way cut it short, only stopping and pulling away when he needs to say her name with all the feeling the way she did more or less when he arrived because he has only moaned hers once so far and that’s a tragedy]

Ali: [the biggest heart eyes of all time are occurring, spurring us on to move against you, pushing you down onto the bed so we are doing the majority of the work here for the moment, as if it’s work when you’re loving it this much but still]

Johnny: [blurting out ‘I’ve missed you every day since’ like it’s getting pushed out of him when she pushes him down onto the bed, obvious af but he needed to say it in this moment]

Ali: [‘I’ve missed you more’ because no more appropriate time for a competition in our eyes, pressing your arms out into his stomach, making it so you can’t get as close as you both want ‘I thought it would kill me’ so sincerely, even if you’re whimpering about the distance you’ve created, also so real]

Johnny: [stealing her dramatic nod to shake his head no, deliberately tickling the arms she has put out with his hair because he deffo missed her more in his opinion and her audacity to create some distance between them when they’ve been the closest ever this entire time ‘there’s been times enough I’d have said you’d be after that instead of this’ just like I thought you’d rather die than see me again, as sincerely]

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When was the last time I had tears in my eyes after watching music video? This video definitely made me tear up. Flake, Doro, Joey, Farins, Rude boy Moses, my favorite camera guy... And Flake's smile in the end 🥹🥹

Gif by @wizzardclown 🥹🥹

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(Motif-Radio) Reggae Pon Top # 12 track listing:

SINGLES: MICHAEL PROPHET- LOVING YOU VERSION INNER CIRCLE FT. FREDDIE MCGREGOR, AND MYKAL ROSE- BEAT DOWN BABYLON GINJAH- THANKFUL FOR MARICIA RAMED- REAL STYLE JAHMALI- HER PLEASANT PLACE ALEIGHCIA SCOTT- DO YOU QUEEN IFRICA- PROUD OF ME KENYA EUGENE- HIGHER KEISHA MARTIN AND MAURICE GREGORY- BEST PART INNA VISION FT. JAH MAOLI- FAR AWAY GLEN WASHINGTON- BEAUTIFUL WOMAN JAH THOMAS- DRUNK AND STAGGA

RIDDIMS: SPECIAL REQUEST RIDDIM SAME STORY RIDDIM RELATIONSHIP RIDDIM

DANCEHALL: CAPITAL D & LIONDUB- MAD SMADDY ELEPHANT MAN- WALK OUT MAVADO AND JAHSHII- TEARS GIBRILVILLE- HOMCIDE TOMMY LEE SPARTA AND ZJ CHROME- MY OWN SKILLIBENG & JLACK- DGAF9REMIX0 BOUNTY KILLER- ONE GADZILLA DI CELEBRITY FT TEEJAH- GIRL ACADEMY BUSY SIGNAL- PARTY NICE IWAATA- YEA ME LOVE IT'S DIA- TIK TOK DAMAGES MISSION ACCOMPLISHED RIDDIM DEMARCO- BAD GYAL ANTHEM WAYNE WONDER- WHEN WE CHILL

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[obsidiennes]

If you catch me then I’ll be rude with you Like who was you? What? Rendezvous, knuckles up B, so what? Boy, fill your cup Choose wise, your mind tell you true lies We go toe to toe, homie what’s your shoe size? (Ay) Who can turn us, I make it hot like William [?] Duckin’ cameras, stuck in traffic up in some balaclavas Fuckin’ savage, we come to ravage Flexin’ like Muhammad Ali, standing tall, all over you average

Make way (Way) Black rage on my feet Wearin’ black shades (Shades) Like I’m Blade in these streets (Ay) It’s a dark day (Day) Watch the sharks prey on weak Take your diamonds off your colored blue streak ’cause it’s one time

Make way (Way) Black rage on my feet Wearin’ black shades (Shades) Like I’m Blade in these streets (Ay) It’s a dark day (Day) Watch the sharks prey on weak Take your diamonds off your colored blue streak ’cause it’s one time

’cause it’s one time

’cause it’s one time (Wooh)

(Ooh) Now or nothin’, ’bout to hear me, son (Ay) I got somethin' strung around me, yeah yeah (Uh) Ten thousand follow around me, son And the weapons drawn, fightin’ my G, yeah yeah (Huh) Go ahead, fire at me, yeah yeah Watch the weapons all fall at my feet ’cause you gon’ end up in the area ’lizing I’ll put you there Realizing losing your step ’cause no nigga doesn't dare Where they at (Who) hiding from the truth Just like you, lying through your tooth Talking bulletproof, where the proof All my dogs is sound, cutta up da town, work tha momma Watch this gutter sound make your favorite rappers look like clowns Put it down, bonified, take your shooters out Run the bear home and take the mic, put it on the ground I’mma grandstand, ain’t nobody touching on my halo Black Moses thinkin’ quick like Play-Doh, what do they know

Make way (Way) Black rage on my feet Wearin’ black shades (Shades) Like I’m Blade in these streets (Ay) It’s a dark day (Day) Watch the sharks prey on weak Take your diamonds off your colored blue streak ’cause it’s one time

Make way (Way) Black rage on my feet Wearin’ black shades (Shades) Like I’m Blade in these streets (Ay) It’s a dark day (Day) Watch the sharks prey on weak Take your diamonds off your colored blue streak ’cause it’s one time

’cause it’s one time

’cause it’s one time

’cause it’s one time (Wooh)

[side-sidecast]

it is 8pm. my gangly, freshly in highschool, fifteen-year-old brother knocks on my door. what is it, i say?

do you have a cross?

like-- like a christian one?

... maybe...

now. we are pretty good buddies. i want to aid him in whatever this strange mission might be. well, what do you need it for, i ask?

... i want to dress as jesus for halloween...

and you might be thinking about right now that jesus isn't a very scary costume idea. it's not. here's the deal:

i live in eastern europe where halloween isn't really a huge shebang.

but my brother and i go to an english-heavy school that makes an effort to let kids have fun on the last day before autumn break.

our halloween is on the 27th of October

effectively, it's halloween without the scares or the candy, and teachers get to give lessons while staring down snow-white, patrick bateman, and jesus (appearently).

we laugh at the idea of jesus in the classroom. and i say to him: you... do know that jesus didn't walk around with a hand-held crucifix, right? for obvious reasons?

i guess... man, they would never recognise me without it though...

we sit in silence and contemplate the loss of plan-jesus-christ. we do that for about two seconds, while i come up with a slightly morbid idea to save the day.

we don't need a hand-held cross. we need a bigger one.

one big enough to carry on his back.

we immediately run to our mother with this hilarious idea, who proceeds to tell us that christ means a lot to certain people and that dressing as him at all would be insensitive and rude. my brother and i insist that the humor of the costume would be the "punching up" kind, and that there is nothing else more perfect for him to be, since he looks like if sleazy j crawled out of a renaissance painting and got a clean shave.

whatever, our mother says, it's your school. do whatever you want, i don't care.

now, i'm sure most of you know that no word in that sentence is loyal to its dictionary meaning. basically, my mother just told my brother:

if you do that i will not call you my son again <3

so it seems that plan-jesus-christ is a no-go, afterall.

I propose that he could be moses--who was at least as cool as christ, except he didn't die--i mean he did, but at the respectable age of 120, and in a way that didn't upset so many people for so long.

however, my brother is INSISTENT on wearing a white sheet. our father and I take turns brainstorming, and one after the other he vetoes:

classic ghost costume

rákóczi ferenc

obi van kenobi

anakin

and many more

it all seems lost. he is debating not even going in on the day of halloween-lite. this grade of high-schoolers are a hair's width away from never witnessing the comedical genius of my brother. that is until he says:

do we have a white cloth with red stripes on it?

...why? we ask.

oh, i'll just dress up as An Arab.

now.

i'm sure the exact same line of thought ran through my head, my mother's head, and my father's head. it went so.

we are all white.

oh my god, there has never been a geopolitically worse time to dress as "an arab".

how do we explain this to him.

should we explain it to him? in depth?

he is fifteen. his brain development is being stunted by his gang of likewise fifteen year old boys who share a single braincell the moment they get in a discord call.

peer review is the only kind of research that matters to him, because he is suffering from the notorious curse of being fifteen.

if he experiences heavy pushback on this, there is nothing that can stop him from dressing up as his idea of "an arab", going to school in that, and probably making awful jokes.

ALL WHILE SHARING A NAME WITH US

no, um, i don't think that would be good, all three of us say.

okay, i guess...

suddenly, our mother is a lot more accepting towards the idea of her youngest son dressing as the big j man, son of god, now that she knows the fight is between him, and the idea of "an arab" conjured in a fifteen year old's mind. in fact, she is suddenly rather supportive of plan-jesus-christ, something she has never been in her fifty years of life.

my brother wraps a white sheet around himself, ties a sash with a red scarf, grabs a loaf of bread and a wine glass, and suddenly JC is standing in my doorway.

to sum it up, tonight is the story of how, through many tribulations,

somehow,

miraculously,

almost unbelievably so,

a mildly problematic and inaccurate costume of oily josh is the shield that protects the family name from the shitstorm that would be my brother roaming the school halls dressed in sandals, a white sheet, and a red-striped kitchen-rug over his head.

such a funny thing just happened but plain text isnt worthy of conveying it. i need to Format this

[likesomekindofcheese]

can you do the boys (bo rhap and queen) with a jewish fem reader?

Hi there anon! This is a great ask!

And as a forewarning, I am a Goyim and don’t have a personal knowledge of what it is like to be Jewish. So if I get something wrong, drag me gently. I do my best to be careful when writing about a less privileged person’s POV but I know I will get it wrong. I had been hesitant to write this request a bit for that reason, but I am gonna be brave today and do it!

Roger:

He would come in with a surprising amount of knowledge. He is a good, Defensive boyfriend. If anybody tries to call you some Shiksa Goddess or say something rude and unwanted, he will wrap an arm around you and flip them off. He isn’t religious but would go with you to services out of respect. Plus, you get him into Hebrew language music which he blasts in his car.

Brian:

Once you said you were Jewish, Brian took it like a student with a homework assignment. He Reads up about it. He patiently listens to you as you explain your families Passover traditions. He asks lots of questions but he is never disrespectful. Often, you will react loudly and with emotion to things and so will your family. Brian would jump a bit at first, but get used to it. He may defend or hold you back in a debate, though!

Deaky:

Gets a little into the Purim plays. “There ya go Esther, get him!” He will mutter under his breath at the kids in costume. He dances with you on holidays and it’s very romantic. He loves Hebrew phrases like “l’chaim!” And “mazel tov!” When you go out for a drink, he will slip a “l’chaim” before downing a shot and it makes you smile when he says it with his sweet voice.

Rami:

He understands being the minority, though you both still have different backgrounds. Although your family makes jokes like “I thought Moses freed us from the Egyptians and you’re dating an Egyptian guy?” He will politely laugh and smile. Both of you make some jokes, but it ends in cuddling and kissing every time. A Classy boyfriend who loves their family as much as you do.

Joe:

He would be so surprised that you born have mutual friends. Odds are, he went to college or was on a film set with some people you are connected with. “Guess it’s destiny, babe!” He would tease with his typical Joe grin. He would love your dedication to have a good time, be it doing silly dances to Beyoncé music or even making chores fun!

Ben:

He would love how super loyal you are to him. Although you were nervous about dating a Goyim guy (I mean, to be fair, it’s Ben we’re talking! Who can blame you for wanting to get him?!?), he would hold your hand and assure you everything would work out. Seeing you be a good person because it fulfills your faith makes his heart warm, too.

Gwilym:

He would love coming over to your house to try the food! Kugels, homemade bagels, latkes, matzo ball soup- he gives you a handsome grin when he bites and sips his way through dinner. When you both go camping together, you get into warm blankets and camping beds and talk about both of your travels, such as your brithright trip, and growing up going to camps during the summer with the other Jewish kids. Plus if you got upset at something traumatic in the news, he would go out of his way to protect you and make sure you were safe and loved.