#so our whole friend group is like very prepared to be providing a lot of support bc that’s gonna be so hard for them

[teabookgremlin]

i cried in bed last night bc i saw a reel on instagram of someone showing all the things that belonged to their dead dog to that song “pink skies” bc it made me think of the bag of things in my closet that belonged to the dogs i’ve raised

[des2dream]

Sailor Moon Thought 2! So......Saban Moon

There's a lot to unpack with Toon Makers' version of Sailor Moon back in 1994 or as many fans like to call it, Saban Moon! Before the beloved anime was dubbed by DIC Entertainment in America, people saw the success it was bringing from Japan and wanted a piece of it. The company, Toon Makers had come up with an idea to American-ize the show by starting from scratch and making something both familiar and different to the story of Sailor Moon as a whole! The concept had been to have Sailor Moon and The Sailor Guardians escape to Earth by order of Queen Serenity when Queen Beryl interrupts the union between Sailor Moon and Prince Endymion and launches an attack. Now living on Earth, the girls stay in a female boarding school where they spend their "normal teenage girl" lives until they're summoned again to stop Beryl's evil forces in Space. To make things more interesting, the girls were to be filmed in live action while they were students and then switch to animation once they're called to save the day. Similar to Saban's Power Rangers when they transform from American live action footage to Japanese footage. Hence the nickname, Saban Moon!

The idea was bizarre, strange, and yet....very 90s! While in live action, it seems as though Sailor Moon and The Guardians would have been dealing with the usual adventures of a teenage girl. School dances, sleepovers, boys, makeovers, preparing for exams, and likely discussing plans to stop Beryl. There also seems to be a personality change in our Magical Girls compared to their Japanese counterparts. Sailor Moon is more courageous compared to the crybaby antics she was known for in the first arc. Mercury is more witty and provides comedy rather than being a shy genius. Mars is no longer a shrine maiden, but a more athletic enthusiast by looking at her wardrobe. Jupiter has changed into becoming the friend group's genius by using words such as, "Statistically speaking..." As for Venus, she seems to be the more fashionable and "girly" out of the group. Not only have their personalities changed, but their NAMES as well! Everyone is familiar with the DIC dub names like Serena, Lita, Amy, etc., but not even those were the official names of the girls back then. Usagi was changed to Victoria, Ami was changed to Blue, Makoto was changed to Sara, Rei was changed to Dana, and Minako was changed to Carrie. Only Mamoru's DIC name (Darien) remained.

When the girls aren't hitting the textbooks, they're heading off on their Sky-Flyers to their next Outer Space adventure. I do like the idea of using colorful flying sailboats as it plays on the sailor aspect of Sailor Moon. Very cute and I'm sure it was also meant to sell Sky-Flyer play-sets. It seems as though Queen Beryl is sending her forces out into the galaxy in her search to find The Jewels of Power that our guardians aim to protect. The girls fight their hardest in battle and are even accompanied by the help of Tuxedo Mask (or The Masked Tuxedo) with a single rose to help Sailor Moon use her finishing attack. We also have Sailor Moon's beloved companion, mentor, and talking cat, Luna! However, she's now taken the appearance of a fluffy white cat rather than a skinny black cat. The crescent moon on her forehead is thankfully still present. She takes on the role of alerting the girls whenever trouble arises so they can step into action. The similarities between the original 90s anime and Toon Maker's version aren't too far off from each other. Princess Sailor Moon and daughter of Queen Serenity is sent on a mission to stop the Evil Queen Beryl with the help of The Sailor Guardians, guidance from Luna, and support from Tuxedo Mask. Same concept, but different scenarios and several personality changes.

Unfortunately, Toon Makers was only able to make a one-episode pilot that wasn't picked up for a full series. Filming live action scenes with added animation was too expensive to work with at the time for a Saturday-Morning cartoon. That's when the idea hit that dubbing the anime in English and airing it in America was a cheaper option. While the animation does look messy, there's also this certain charm to it similar to shows like Moon Dreamers, Rainbow Brite, My Little Pony, and She-Ra. The audio may not be the best and the acting can be a little wonky, but it also has that late 80s/early 90s charm sprinkled in. I also appreciate how diverse the cast is when it comes to our leading ladies! Something that I feel would've motivated young lives during the 90s. Had this become a full series that aired on TV, I genuinely believe that I would get into it! This kind of media seemed right up my alley when I was little (and still to this day). I loved MLP, Winx Club, Barbie, Disney Princesses, and I especially gained a love for Sailor Moon! I would've loved to see Toon Makers' spin on the first arc of the anime.....and the other arcs too. Artemis was said to be in the series, so would he have been a black cat instead? What would Chibiusa (or Rini) be like during The Black Moon arc and would she be "Victoria's" future daughter or long-lost little sister since Usagi and Chibiusa gave much more sibling energy in the anime? How would The Outer-Sailor Guardians act during The Death Busters arc? Would they include Helios? Naru (or Molly)? What about Darien? Since Sailor Moon and the girls are staying in a female boarding school, would there have been a rival male boarding school where Darien attends? Could Darien have lost his memories during the attack with Queen Beryl and now takes on a secret identity as Tuxedo Mask? Would Darien and "Victoria" act as school rivals while also pining for each other in their galactic adventures? So much to wonder about....We may not have gotten a series, but we do have the pilot which is now available to see thanks to a special lost media detective, Ray Mona who took so much time and effort to find it. I'll even treat you all to the interesting theme song/music video that came with the pilot! IN THE NAME OF THE MOON, I'LL ENTERTAIN YOU!!!

[camptara]

Hi you three! Can you tell us more about what life is like in camp? Eithne and Dandelion explained that your parents are better than ours and stuff...so I'm curious

Of course. However, I'd like to add a disclaimer that we do apologise if it appears we were insinuating superiority over any other camps. We are sure your homes, and parents, love and care for you very much. We were just...taken off gaurd.

This will be a long explanation covering the basics, any specific questions I will do my best to answer in follow up asks:

When Camp is in term it functions a lot like a college. There are lectures every day which you can opt in and out of, training activities as well.

All meals are provided, and campers receive a weekly allowance to spend in the camp store, in a nearby village, or on quests [ outside of quest budget of course.] Campers are provided with a week's worth of clothing for free, and are expected to do their own laundry [ as a cabin].

At Tara, counselors are merely campers with elevated authority. We have charge over our cabin, but majority if the hard decisions are made by staff. As the Camp's answer to your Oracle of Delphi/Augur I am a member of the staff team, as well as a counselor.

Mealtimes are scheduled, breakfast and dinner is eaten with your cabin mates while lunch is a free for all. Breakfast and lunch is a buffet line, normally. Dinner tends to be plated meals. Everyone participates on a rotating schedule in the meal planning, budget, shopping, preparation, cooking, serving and clean up.

There's routine patrol shifts around the Endless Wood. Which is an enchanted forest that we dwell inside. The endless wood is large, to the point that 3 centuries of demigods have not fully mapped it out. It shifts and changes if you are not on the Path. While we can navigate around the mapped areas, such as for our equivalent to your capture the flag. We do try not to enter non-known areas during the night.

Mondays through Thursdays are pretty similar to your own from what I understand. Camp activities combined with regular combat. We also, do operate more so as a schooling environment during the school year. With camp activities being replaced by mandatory classes. Of course, Scathach still insists on keeping up with our martial training...

On Friday's we have a bonfire, where we gather to recount the week, celebrate significant milestones as a whole, have discussions, tell stories and mostly just hang out. This is usually led by the staff, and is quite enjoyable.

Saturday's are leisure days, which allows us to simply relax. Often spent with your cabin mates, or your own personal friend groups. On Saturday's one of our mentors will take groups out into the nearest big city [edinburgh], in the Camp Bus. We're about an hour and a half away, so the bus is on a sharp schedule. This is where a lot of allowance gets spent. Overnight stays are not permitted to anyone under the age of 18, and even then you need prior permission and consent.

Sundays are often spent connecting to our heritage, and our parents. I wouldn't quite call it a religious occasion? But they tend to be more quiet. Focused on connecting with our roots. At the end of the day, we all gather in the dining hall to present what we've learned this week. That's the day where no cabin is responsible for cooking and the staff take care of the whole meal.

Our parents are guaranteed to visit twice every month, on parents evening. During that day, the cabin activities are switched to a bonding activity with their respective parent. Unclaimed campers join with the cabin they've elected to stay with, or can join the wild hunt on their twice-monthly hunt-game. Then we have a family meal with our parents, and retire to the community hall. There we'll play games like Cards against humanity, or kahoot.

Quests are fairly common, but they're not usually the big ones. Often rather than a prophecy, teams of campers will simply take jobs off of the request board and go complete them at their own discretion. Jobs can come from clear sighted mortals, gods, the fae, monsters, other demigods, and this one mortal man named Keith. - E.⚔️

[argyrocratie]

"Lola: It all began for us in the early days of 1971. A woman friend invited us to a meeting of the Women's Lib Movement ["MLF" in French]. The whole group went, but the boys had to stay in the café next door. Three of us walked in, plus that friend. We started by saying:

-Sorry, but, as far as we're concerned, we live as a group with boys, some are gay, others aren't totally gay, and we'd rather not be separated from the boys who fight these battles.

-We stand for gender-non-mixing.

-OK then…

I wouldn't say we were pleased. Then we took a look at ourselves: "Shit, see how badly dressed we are, don't we look down and out!!…" As a matter of fact, we did look like tramps compared to all these young women. And then we heard absurd statements such as "I am a Lesbian by political choice", until one of us, me probably, cried out:

-And not for pleasure, you idiot !?

Some time later, we heard about the birth of the FHAR [the Homosexual Front of Revolutionary Action]. Of course we rushed in headlong. We went there with our bunch of friends, we threw ourselves body and soul into this struggle: what attracted us was that it was not a homosexual liberation front, but a homosexual front for revolutionary action. We thought the same about Women's Lib: it's positive for groups to organise for specific causes, provided the specific is not there to stay, provided it eventually merges into the general revolutionary course - remember we believed revolution was round the corner. We were sure the existence of Women's Lib was important and positive, if it worked as a specific tool within a broader range of activities, i.e. if it was gender-mixed. Similarly, we thought the existence of the FHAR was important and positive, if it was also gender-mixed.

G.D.: Mixed in the sense that it was open to non-gays ?

Lola: That's right: open to all walks of life. In fact, the early FHAR supported polysexuality. At the time, we moved into a flat rue Charlemagne (in the Paris 4th district, the Marais area): lots of people would live there or come to sleep over, and the place became a sort of annex of the FHAR. This was where I met the very young man who later became Hélène Hazera. The FHAR had district committees, so we created the FHAR Marais committee. In those days, the Marais was a working class neighbourhood where you heard Yiddish on every street, we had no idea that the area would later morph into a hub of homosexual commodification. Our place became an awful mess where people debated, smoked pot, had mescaline, made love and intermingled, where the district committee held its meetings and prepared its actions. We kept proclaiming how free our sexuality was. I remember, I used to go out wearing big boots, naked under a cassock - a gorgeous dress. In short, we were engaged in permanent no-holds-barred provocation. We fucked in public places - we'd been doing it for a long time.

G.D.: What actions did you prepare ?

Lola: For instance, creating havoc in the ghetto. The gay ghetto, I mean: the specialised homo clubs. We'd go to the club door and tell the guys: "Get out of the closet !" Other actions too. One day, we heard that gay-bashing was taking place in the Buttes-Chaumont park. Some of our friends went. Suddenly gay-bashers were faced with a troop of screaming fairies - even those who weren't fairies overdid it a bit - and the homophobes got beaten up. That was fine. Bashing gay-bashers

(...)

G.D.: And what about class struggle ?

Lola: For us that was part and parcel of our life and activity… When friends happened to be working, we were involved in whatever occurred in their work-places. I personally was doing surveys. We'd become part of a sort of informal gathering of casual data-collectors - similar to what is now called a coordination - which met once a month. As all data-collectors were in intermittent employment, that gathering helped them register with the social security system, get unemployment benefits, etc. And it also provided information about the companies which mistreated us, how they tried to screw us, and how to fight back.

(...)

We acted where we worked. Unlike the gauchistes, we did not take action everywhere, we acted if we were called upon. When a friend of ours was employed somewhere and needed some help, we were ready. Wherever we worked, we were of course involved in struggles as soon as they occurred. That was our class struggle. In the post-68 situation, everything was being challenged. And as (despite our anti-work stand) we had to work now and again, we weren't inactive in the work-place.

We also did a lot of shop-lifting, we did "free check-out" actions. Often on the spur of the moment. We would decide "Let's go !", and we went. We were always on the go because our purpose was to exist as a group in order to be able to act. We helped abortions to take place, we provided shelter for very young people, one who'd run away from social services, another from a seminary, we housed various kinds of homeless guys. Daily life was a big issue.

For us, summer 71 was like an incredible Summer of Love. Anyone could land on our door-step, debate, fuck and use drugs a lot. This was when the Gazolines came into being: the following year, we marched together for the funeral of Pierre Overney, with the Gazolines dressed as merry widows. (14)

G.D.: This was 1972. The FHAR was launched at the beginning of 71, and you left…

Lola: …after about 5 or 6 months…

G.D.: …so this was all happening…

Lola: …in the blink of an eye.

G.D.: A year, at the most.

Lola: Less. Our communal life and all the rest of it… it was all in the blink of an eye"

-"Revisiting Sex and Class", On a gender-fluid childhood, May 68, women's lib, radical gays and Lesbians, identity, #MeToo, and a bit more: an interview with Lola Miesseroff

[fourseasonsfigs]

Tian Ya Ke Music Box + Whirling Wenzhou

This is the first of 3 music box (and figure toppers) posts, and we're starting off with the original box and waist hug figures.

The inspiration for this incredible music box and waist hug is of course the iconic twirling scene from the end of Episode 13. This is impossible to catch in still form, but I tried anyway:

Yep, nope, impossible. The scene cuts to Gong Jun's hand wrapping around Zhehan's waist right here anyway, so we really need the behind the scene footage to further enjoy this.

I did, however, get MANY captures of Gong Jun's and Zhang Zhehan's immaculate faces, of which I will limit myself to one each. This is of course (of course!) relevant to our future fig perusal.

I bought this music box way back in the day - it was one of my first orders through a buying agent (Superbuy), just as I was starting to (slowly and painfully, with a lot of mistakes) figure out how to buy things from Weidian. I will say no other order has stressed me out like this one, and I'm not naturally a high stress person.

This launched for pre-orders November of 2021, and it felt like a real leap of faith purchasing something that I had no idea would work out or not. At the time I didn't belong to any chat group or Discord that had helpful people to explain how to order these sort of things, and I didn't have any friends that knew either. I had picked up here and there from Twitter that items bought on Weidian had this thing called "virtual shipping", everything you bought was totally non-refundable, and if you missed secondary interim or final payments you would lose the entire order.

Sounded...dicey. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? The artwork sale listing was beautiful, and it seemed like something unique and very special:

So, in the finest tradition of A-Xu himself, I took a gamble. The listing I actually bought was for this, for a "Round Circle with BGM":

Hahaha! I forgot how excellent this artwork is! The shocked look on A-Xu's face! His flying ponytail! The smirk on Lao Wen's face! Too, too good.

I worried the entire time (7 months) this was in production that I would miss a supplemental payment and/or the postage payment and lose the whole thing. I set reminders to myself and obsessively checked the maker's page every week. Which was good, because the maker came out with the other music boxes and toppers that I'll post about later.

I had successfully prepared myself so well for the potential disappointment of messing this purchase up, that I was actually a little surprised (and delighted!) when it finally landed in the warehouse. And then I worried a little bit about getting it overseas to me safely.

Luckily, the packaging the seller does is incredible. The music box came carefully nestled into a foam lined box (this is all three music boxes, if my memory serves this particular one came in the bright blue box):

The figs came in a custom plastic clam-shell tucked inside a box with artwork of the bridge. I love the clam-shell packaging, it's the absolute best - it protects the figs beautifully.

The music box itself is just gorgeous. The detail has to be seen to be believed, so let's roll some footage!

First, let me just note there's no need for sound on, because there isn't any - I thought about winding up the box and then playing it so you could hear it, but figured taking detailed video of the box itself was better than simply hearing a delightful but slightly tinny rendition of Tian Ya Ke. Since my outstanding figthusiast readers only deserve the top quality best, I provided white glove treatment for you! (Sadly, the white glove service extends only to not having to watch my manicure twirl the box around, I left these out on a shelf for a bit and did not realize I should have dusted off the lint on the top! 😬)

Ok, now let's actually roll that footage!

Beautiful, isn't it? I'll admit I was mesmerized by watching the box turn myself as I was typing out these words. All these iconic landscapes.

The hairpin came separate, tucked on the top of the music box, and fits just as neatly into the lock as you might expect. The key does not actually wind the box - you wind the box by turning the base itself. The key starts and stops the music, as far as I can tell - I have only played the music a couple times. I'm babying it!

This is the underside. The felt base isn't glued to the inside of the box, and yes my heart skipped a beat when I held it with my fingertips on the base and it popped up into the box innards. I could tilt it and see the music box mechanism inside, but I didn't do that for more than a few horrified seconds before I quickly adjusted it back into place. I was worried I might have knocked something into the mechanism and broken it, but it was fine.

I seem like a nervous wreck, don't I! I'm not actually, but after figuring out how to buy this, waiting all those months, watching for and paying all those interim payments, arranging shipping overseas and then it finally getting to me, the thought of breaking it due to my sloppy handling is understandably a bit nerve wracking!

Here they are on the music box. The figs all have magnets on the bottom of their feet, so they almost snap right onto the top of the music box when you get them close enough. They're very secure.

Alright, since Tumblr only gives me one video per, I'm just going to do a full 360 degree photo circle panorama:

(cute, Lao Wen!)

Ta-da! One circle completed! Beautiful.

Here's the magnets I was talking about on their feet. Great detail and quality here on the robes and pants and shoes.

The seller also included an extra bonus - a small roll of washi tape with the same pattern as the music box. Also incredible!

[Washi tape not actual size! It's about 3.5 cm tall, or about 1.3 inches for us metrically-challenged folks]

Come back tomorrow for the second music box, which is equally incredible!

Material: Metal and magic for the music box, PVC for the figs

Fig Count: 193

Scene Count: 15

Rating: I just don't like anyone bullying my A-Xu!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[angeloelip]

My Experience as a Senior in High School

All people say high school is the most memorable phase in every teenager’s life. In this stage you will be able to meet new people and experience new things. Which I certainly agree with. My life as a senior high school student was one of the most unforgettable phase in my life. It was at this phase I was able to build and rebuild connection with different individuals.

There are some whom I had already known for a year and more. Since they were either my neighbor, elementary classmates or junior high school classmates. While there are some whom I had no single idea on their personal identity yet. Nonetheless at the end of the day no matter how diverse all our personalities may seem, we are able to find a connection. That had lead us towards creating many good and memorable memories.

For me there are lots of struggles and learnings becoming a senior high school student.

But this experiences provide me more, that I prepares me to face my future.

I’m glad I was able to make it since many teenagers like my age don’t have opportunity to study maybe because of some life struggles like some of us needs to find work to support the family in very young age that it takes away the chance for them to have a brighter future.

I have also struggles too, I have a broken family and since then my Father don’t supports us so my mother is the only one that needs to stand and provide for all of us.

My older siblings don’t have a change to study in college, they all have graduated in High school in old curriculum. My older sister manage to enter college but don’t finish her first year due to financial hardship we are facing. She has now manage to get a job that can help to support the whole family.

My Mother supports us by selling foods in the street. Selling viand in the morning for breakfast and lunch in the afternoon. She also accept orders for catering. And I’m very thankful for that since I see how my mother struggles to do all of this while taking good care for all us.

She is the reason why I try to do my best to be able to achieve my dreams.

There are many things that make my experience has senior high school student thought me, experiences in dealing with many people and to show off my skills and talent.

Studying alone is fine, however studying with a group is much better. In Senior High School I was able to experience studying in a group. From time to time we ask each other questions regarding on the lesson being studied. In order to determine if we are able to familiarize and understand the content of the lesson. We would do a very swift recap of all the notes that we had studied together that made our lesson bearable.

I personally believe that it was the food that had bring us all together. Since all of us live far away from school. Foe that it is a wise decision to bring packed lunch and ate it at school to save money. But since we are all struggling we can’t afford to buy foods on fats food or cafeteria the reason we bring our own food.

I also experience performing, as it was one of the things we need to do for our some subjects.

It is one of the activities within the classroom that I am most excited of I always feel entertained and also to cope my stage fright. I’m not yet comfortable enough to stand in many audiences but I’m still working on that.

I know this stage of my life only prepares me to face the world in the future and all the experience and learnings I have learned in this stage will make me a better person someday.

I’m already in the edge of ending this stage and I know that I can face the next chapter entering to college with the help of my experiences being a senior high school student, friends, love ones and family. I can be the person I want to become in the future.

There will always be trials and struggles that will make it hard for me to achieve my goals, but I also learn that this journey this to have those for us to appreciate the victory we are working for.

I will do my best and give my all to achieve my dreams. I just need to pray that God give my mother more time to be with us so I can make her proud and let her experience my success.

[dmnc92]

Precision is our new agriculture

Do you ever question everything? Or really do you every question anything?

mostly we know where our food can come from, but have you ever questioned how our food keeps on coming. Our planet is pretty spectacular with the resources we are kindled with, but nothing is infinite. Unless you’re talking about our continued growth as a population. Therefore, what isn’t a question is using materials effectively. This is cynical for our development and to ensure that meal is always available for your plate. Whether it’s a vegan dish or a simple Caesar salad.

the relationship between geography and agriculture is not a secret and like many, I believe the thought and introduction to precision agriculture could be quite the world-saver. Geographers are the planets second hand-in-command, most problems the earth faces calls upon geographers’ extensive knowledge in the field of how the world works. The most commonly discussed threat of our generation is no different. Global climate change is upon an undeniable stage and strategies have been adopted to support the ever-growing concerns. Ideas like net-zero have been sprinkled into our vocabulary as the years pass, thus it’s common knowledge in understanding the very point of net zero is negating and reducing our carbon output to reach a steady zero.

Challenges?

Food waste is one of the biggest hurdles standing between us and the net-zero finish line. On average we consume only around 82 – 70% of the food we create and the waste contributing to around 10% of global carbon emissions worldwide. That is a staggering tenth of our planets carbon emissions. ranking fourth if we could place food waste into a country bracket. Here is exactly where precision agriculture can be a gamechanger for our future. 

So, what actually is precision agriculture when in full swing? Simply it could be down to being concise and precise with farming. whether that is crops or cattle, and how we could understand, whilst also see the whole production further down the line. Provided the intel, precision agriculture can help us predict and understand trends in our food industry and any upcoming bumps in our agriculture along the way. This would not leave us ill-prepared for any event at all… hi pandemic!

It’s an innovation worth the recognition. internet of things (IoT) devices can be integrated into an array of sensors which provides information from afar and can create data patterns available for past, future, and the present. With so many devices available the possibilities are endless. Environmental sensors are one of the biggest on the market with detectors of temperature, humidity percentage, water levels and moisture, alongside a lot more important factors which are essential in crop growth. Keeping tabs on our little green friends can help keep track of profits, budgets, and demand for products. Effectively delivering only the highest. Which once again proves to be a saviour to any possible waste.

Read more here...

Working better in groups is what these devices would say if they could communicate. Using other devices each for monitoring different aspects of the environment which can all be linked in one big cloud of knowledge, to be combined with additional software and hardware to create all kinds of positives for businesses:

Effective and safer crop growth will be unavoidable, who would need nasty fertilisers and pesticides when you can instead gather advanced information on any microclimates to provide the perfect environment for growth.

Gain of knowledge in the field and the farming field itself can ensure the increase of quality products and therefore life, not just for the consumer but the farmer’s sales are set to rise.

Independence can be important for a farmers in places like Scotland where the cities are so densely populated that rural farming areas can be sparse. Effective crop growth that has such a high success rate which means that a one-person farm may be even manageable.

Less waste! Less Carbon!

Changing the game for the agriculture industry by creating a perfect balance between the basic farming life and new advanced technology can support our climb to that net-zero summit.

[queerism1969]

What are some semi-harsh truths you have for people who are new to transitioning?

I don’t mean sharing depressing statistics that they’re likely already aware of. I mean things that might be difficult to internalize but are important to know for the most stable experience possible.

 Your transition will cause disappointment. Not of yourself, but of people you had hoped were better. Those are ‘them’ problems, not ‘you’ problems. You will most likely have to outgrow people.

Hormones helped with the emotional aspects of depression and anxiety, but you still have all the bad habits and thought patterns that are associated. It takes work to fully heal

Dysphoria does lessen overall but that can make some sources of it feel worse

You don't know what all your dysphorias are, or how strong they are. Dysphoria is a type of pain, and the brain is only able to perceive so much pain at a time. When you clear out the biggest problem, you'll be able to see the next. It may come as a hell of a surprise.

If you require a medical transition, SERIOUSLY DO YOUR RESEARCH ON SURGEONS. While there are some great surgeons out there, there are DEFINITELY bad ones too. There are extremely dangerous "medical providers" who falsely advertise their expertise. THOROUGHLY read the wiki page in /Transgender_Surgeries

There are a whole bunch of places you can't really go to anymore. And I don't just mean Russia or Saudi, I mean many suburbs, rural areas, or any neighborhoods that aren't already quite progressive.

Just because someone's trans doesn't mean they aren't transphobic, get to know people before you come out to them 

You will lose friends, some might be openly against it others might just drift away just be prepared to lose some of your friends not all but some.

Transition is not a cure-all for all your problems, it might help with something like depression and certainly dysphoria. But there are some problems that will still be there

Take lots of pictures even if you feel ugly. You'll want those later just as a boost to see how far you have come. 

For my trans-women friends, it is dangerous to be alone with a man who you don't know, even in public.

Carry pepper spray, carry a firearm, learn how to throw a punch, stay with your group, and never go home with a stranger.

Throwing other trans people under the bus, especially less "acceptable" or "palatable" trans people, in order to make cis people respect you is bullshit.

Do not be afraid to switch therapists and doctors if one doesn't feel right.

Most people don't know shit about being trans or how transitioning works. Get ready for the most disgustingly intrusive questions you can imagine.

Never read the comments. There's no point in getting into battles, I know you want to, but LGBT education is EXHAUSTING, people are hostile for no reason. They are scared of you and hate you because they don't know you. Remember: it doesn't have to be your job to educate people.

Trans people are a really easy target for hate politics because we strongly depend on other people (doctors who prescribe our meds, surgeons, government for name change stuff) and it's very easy to take them away from you. 

Cis people will tell you that you'll "regret transitioning" or that you're making a mistake because they cannot even comprehend something like dysphoria, their greatest fear is having their sex permanently altered, which would be dysphoric for them, and they think everyone else is like that.

[hotforharrysheart]

PJ Party

You were so giddy to message the girls! This was going to be a night for the books! Just wait!

It started with the following message to the girls group chat you had that included, Sarah, Ny, Elin, Gemma, Anne, Bella and Milena

You: Hiiiii! I had an idea…since we’re all about to be in Italy together, I was thinking about hosting a Pajama Party at the villa on the night we all land. Just us girls! Harry said he would rent the villa next door for the boys so we could have the place to ourselves. Before I give ya more deets, who’s in?

Gemma: As long as Harry isn't there, I'm in!

Bella: OMG!!! Italy and this?!?! Yes yes yes!

Sarah: A night with no boys...god, I'm so there 😬

Anne: I’m there with all my girls! I love you all so much! ❤️

Ny: Who's bringing booze?

You: So everyone's in! That's awesome!! Deets, anyone?

You: You won't believe what I (and even H) have planned for us. Harry's called in for us all to have a pair of silk pajamas in the color of our choice and he says he says he'll have some other surprises for us!

Anne: Cannot wait to see you all! ❤️

You: So excited you can come Anne....I've missed you so much!

You: Anyone interested in a little Lingerie show? I have a friend who has an on-line store of lingerie and she does virtual parties and plays games... she's so fun!

Sarah: Ooo-la-la...I'm down!

Ny: Rad!

Elin: Never have too much sexy stuff.

Gemma: Mum, don't respond to this....

Anne: Ohhhh…sounds lovely (giggling)

You: We'll talk more about the timing later! Can't wait!

You: Love you all! ❤️

*****Italy Harry’s villa****

Everyone has arrived and it’s a little like herding cats, you think as you try and get everyone ushered into the spacious living room. Once everyone is in the room and situated, you start doling out sleeping arrangements. Fortunately, Harry’s villa is large enough for everyone to have their own room.

“Your pj’s are on the bed ready for you to slip into, you say gesturing to your own red pj’s with pink polka dots.”

Gemma walks up and throws an arm around you. “Please tell me you picked out mine and not Harry!” she says rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry, your’s are your favorite color, blue with white polka dots,” you say with a giggle and a kiss to her cheek.

Sarah comes in with her swag bag, “What’s in here?”

You smile slyly. “You’ll have to open them and see!”

Sarah giggles and opens the bag. “You didn’t! Look at all if this!”

You smile, happy to shower your friends with gifts. Harry and you colluded to provide swag bags to all of your guests filled with a pleasing bag, the new pleasing products, a gorgeous pleasing beach towel, a sleep mask and Gemma’s signature sunnies.

Ny looks over your shoulder and starts laughing hysterically at something behind you. You turn to see Milena bent over with her bum facing you in nothing but a pair of thong panties. You whip back around with a gasp, hand to your mouth giggling. Gemma is bent over laughing hysterically.

“What!?” Milena says standing up with a shrug, “Thought this was a Pajama Party, I’m getting in my new Gucci pajamas”

You look over to Anne, who has sucked her lips into her mouth a gesture you’ve seen from Harry often. Then she just throws her head back and with a burst of a very proper English laugh.

You grab Anne’s arm and hold onto her as you both laugh and laugh. You wipe your eyes and hug her tightly. “It might get crazy tonight. Hope you’re prepared,” you say, laughing again.

You all head back into the living room and you see Bella sitting on her bed. “Hold on. I’ll be right there,” you tell the girls.

“Hey. You ok?” You ask sitting down next to her.

She smiles but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I guess I’m feeling overwhelmed. This is a lot to take in. Your whole lifestyle - Gemma’s too - it’s a lot.”

You sigh. “I know. It’s…been both easy and not easy to get used to it. I know most people don’t live like this.”

“It’s…I’m happy for you, I am but it’s hard not to be jealous too.”

You nod. “I get it. I…if you’re not comfortable, I understand. I just…I miss you.”

Tears spring to Bella’s eyes. “I miss you too. I want to be here, I do.”

You hug her. “Let’s go have some fun!”

You and Bella are walking back in on the high-pitched sounds of laughter and catching up conversations when the doorbell rings suddenly. Everyone looks at you and you look a little stunned.

“Are ya gonna get that?” Elin says

“Oh,” you say looking at Anne questioningly.

“Darling, that’s you,” she says smiling that knowing smile. “This is your party, and, love, Harry’s all yours. I think the door is yours to open, not mine.”

Stunned at how that reality hits sometimes, you walk to open the door. Cal, one of your drivers, stands holding a large black box and a bundle of individually wrapped red roses, “’S a deliver for you and the ladies, miss.”

“Hey Cal, thank you!” you say leaning forward to kiss his cheeks.

Inside, you carry the box to the middle over to the breakfast bar where everyone has gathered to grab something to drink.

The card reads, “A little something to make the night fun for each and every one. All the Love, H”

Inside are small black and red heart shaped boxes with a tag indicating that the contents were chocolate truffle edibles. There is a box and a rose for everyone.

“Well, looks like the funs about to begin!” Ny says holding up a glass of champagne she has helped herself to.

You look at Anne with bulging eyes and blushing cheeks.

Gemma walks over to Anne then looks at you, “Jesus, you’re gonna have to relax! This night will be torture for you if you constantly worry about what Mum thinks. I mean, my God, Milena’s already flashed her tits and… Harry sings about cocaine, I don’t think a couple of edibles is gonna freak her out. You were young once, right Mum?”

Snickering and holding her glass out to Milena for some champagne, “Well, thanks for that, Gemma.”

You shake your head. “You’re right,” you say to Gemma. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you tell Anne, squeezing her arm.

She smiles that smile that’s so much like Harry’s it’s disconcerting. “I’m fine darling. Let’s just have a good time, yeah?” She says, kissing your temple.

“Ok, that’s all I want.”

Milena speaks up. “I’ve brought my tattoo and piercing gear if anyone wants some work done but no drinking if you plan on getting ink!”

You purse your lips and walk over to Milena. “I…I’ve been thinking about a tattoo you tell her pulling out your phone and I’d love for you to do it. It’s uhhh…well it’s in a delicate spot.”

“How delicate?” Milena asks you, biting her lip.

You giggle. “I want this bee and hs under my boob. Can you do that?”

“Darling, that’s easy peasy. Let me know when you’re ready to take your shirt off and we’ll do it up nice for you,” she says winking.

You laugh. “Probably later but definitely tonight.” You smile. “Thanks.”

Sarah lifts her glass, “Everyone have a glass of something to drink?” There is a group response of “Yes” after the you grab your glass of sparkling water. “Great then I’d like to propose a toast! To a merry no-boys girl’s night filled with, friends, food, fun, booze and a little debauchery. To family.”

Clinks and laughter are heard round the room. You, Anne and Gemma pull out some catered charcuterie boards filled with fancy cheeses and meats, exotic fruits and other finger foods. The pastries, tarts, mousses and mixed drinks were brought out at the same time because Ny insisted on dessert first, something about life being too short not to eat it first, something you are sure you’ve heard Harry say, but in a much different setting. The thought causing you to blush and smile to yourself.

“Whatcha all blushing smiles about?” Bella asks.

“I’m just really happy and so excited about you all being here,” you say threading your fingers in hers. “I’ve missed you so much, Bella!”

“Missed you too!” she says squeezing your fingers.

“Let’s all get into our new pajamas!” Elin yells loud enough for everyone to hear.

You speak up and say, “Wait before you go change, I have another surprise, well, it’s like a game for us for later, but I need you all to do something for me first. I need each of you to take one of these notecards and write your name on it, along with your shirt size, bra and panty size.”

“Oooo, you getting kinky on us!! I like these kinda parties,” Milena says.

Everyone bursts into giggles of agreement and funny faces.

“Yeah, you don’t want our pants size, that does sound very suspicious…I’m not sharing pants with any of you, just so you know,” Gemma says sarcastically.

You thump your fingers toward Gemma. “No, no, no, calm down, you are gonna love this I swear, you goofball!”

“We are going to play a lingerie game later, and, no, Gems you don’t have to share lingerie and, no, Milena, you don’t get to get naked for it, so keep your clothes on! I’ll tell you about it in a bit once you get back after changing.”

Everyone breaks away to their respective rooms to change into their pajamas. You walk down the hall peeking in open doors seeing several of the girls filling out their notecards. Bella, ever the overachiever, has her filled out and is digging through the new Pleasing colors with Anne holding out a hand, fingers splayed as if looking at a recently painted one to critique the color.

You make it to the living area in front of a large fireplace. “Siri, play the pink room’s playlist.” You say to the room before some slow sensual music comes on softly. You sway just a little at the memories.

“What about a pink room?” Sarah says walking back into the room with her black with white polka dot Gucci pajamas.

You startle and straighten up just to stutter, “Oh… ha-ha…it..it’s nothing, just the name of a playlist I have.”

“OoooKaaayy…that’s weird.”

You fiddle with the hem of your sleeve and smile demurely.

“Why do I get the feeling it’s something to do with Harry and sex?” she says crossing her slender arms.

“Oh, hush…did you fill out your card!” you question quickly changing the subject.

Soon you have everyone’s collected notecards folded in quarters and placed in a glass bowl.

“So, darling, tell us about this game of yours,” Anne asks with a smile.

“Well, my friend Hayley has a lingerie boutique on-line. She also does in-home shows, but since she’s in London and we’re here, she’s doing a virtual show for us. To make it interesting we thought we could have some fun with this. All of you are leaving tonight with a new lingerie set, BUT you won’t be buying it, you won’t even be picking it out. We’re going to all draw the cards from this glass bowl. You must keep your name a secret! Don’t tell, that’s what makes it fun! Are you listening Milena?” you say looking around for Milena who is in the middle of a bite of a chocolate profiterole.

She shakes her head and says mid-chew, “Have you all tasted these? I mean…fuck me…”

Everyone rolls their eyes and laughs.

“Anyway, then she will be opening the boutique and running an on-line show and selections for a couple of hours. During that time, you are gonna pick out a lingerie set for the person whose name you got! Hayley will send the sets via courier as soon as they come in. Sound fun?”

Everyone nods, amused at you.

“Ok, time to pick names! The website you order from is on the card.” You walk around and let everyone choose a card, and you take the last one. “Ok, let’s have some fun!”

You all spend the next few minutes looking at the different lingerie and ooohhhing and ahhhing. “Oh! You can order something for yourself if you like it too. If you order the same thing as your secret person, Hayley will cancel your order.”

“Good because I already found something very naughty I need and I doubt I’ll get it from you lot,” Milena says, popping a piece of cheese in her mouth.

You bite your lip and look around. “Should we…should we have an edible?”

Ny looks over at you. “Ummm…yeah. Me and Milena already ate ours!” She says laughing loudly.

“You two, I swear to god,” you say giggling and then you’re all reaching for your heart shaped box and digging into the delicious chocolates.

Everyone is huddled around phones looking at the lingerie, when you go for another bottle of water. Bella follows you looking a little starstruck and thoughtful. “What’s on your mind, missy,” you ask opening your bottle and leaning against the counter.

She walks around to get closer, “Ummm, I know we aren’t supposed to tell whose name we have, but,” she looks over you shoulder, “I have Anne…, literally…, like, lingerie shopping for Harry Fucking Styles’ mother… I can do that. I can find something tasteful and sexy, but, Jesus, Hayley’s stuff is expensive!”

“Oh, Bella, I’m so sorry, I thought you had that killer job at that fashion magazine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” you say throwing your arms around her, “What happened?”

“I was the last to be hired and the first to be laid off. Paper magazines… just aren’t as in demand as they used to be. A lot of places are downsizing. I’ve enrolled part-time in school to get some new technical training to add to my degree…for now, I’m doing some freelance work here and there, but you know London…things are tight, wait, you don’t think I’m asking for money do you?” she says with bulging eyes.

“Oh my god, NO, Bella, you are the hardest working person I know. I mean you always put us all to shame in Uni and, I guess, I’m just shocked that you haven’t been snatched up and put on someone’s very friendly pay roll. You are so good! How about this, you let me take care of Anne’s lingerie tab and… WAIT!” you scream jumping up and down and grabbing her shoulders.

“I really, really need someone to help me with the podcast that stays in London? Jesus, Bella, would you consider coming to work for me!? I swear, I would make it worth your while, you could stay in school, come see me when I need you, run errands for me, help out with the new website, do interviews with clients…oh, please, say yes! Just say yes!” you plead.

“Did that just happen? Did you just beg me to come to work for you?” she says with glassy eyes.

“YES, YES, that did just happen, please say you will, it would be perfect!”

“Ok, I know I should think about it, but…what the fuck, when in Italy, do as the Italians, YES!” she says giddily clapping her hands.

You throw your arms around and her and you are both jumping up and down. “This is going to be so great, I swear, I’ll send over the details and we can meet up to go over your duties…are you sure you wanna do this? What about that guy you were seeing?” you inquire.

“Oh, I’ve only seen him a couple of times, but I really like him, in fact,” she blushes, “you know who he is.”

Just as you are about to ask who, Milena comes in with her equipment and bellows, “Hey beautiful love of Harry’s life, you ready for some ink?”

You turn to her, “What…now?” you gesture to the breakfast bar, “Here?”

Milena laughs and says, “good thing you’re cute.”

You blush.

“There’s a massage table in here I can use so let’s get going. I’ve got to pierce Elin’s nose first.”

“Wait…I’d love a nose piercing.”

Milena smiles. “It’ll suit ya. C’mon and pick a stud out while I take care of Elin.”

You and Bella walk into the living room. “You want anything done? My treat?”

Bella smiles. “I might…I’ve always wanted my nose pierced.”

You hug her. “Let’s do it!”

Elin’s sitting on the table and Sarah is holding her hand as Milena slowly pierced the skin and attaches the stud. It was over remarkably fast. She dabs it with alcohol and says, “you’re done! Who’s next?”

You nudge Bella forward and you both pick out the studs you want.

“Hold my hand?” Bella asks you and you nod.

“It really didn’t hurt,” Elin says trying to put Bella at ease.

You watch the whole process transfixed. It’s both a blend of art and science you think to yourself. “Steady breaths, love,” Milena says and then pierced the skin and attaches the stud.

Bella opens her eyes in shock. “It really didn’t hurt!” She moves to touch it and Milena pushes her hand down.

“No touching it for a few weeks. I’ll give you instructions but it’s an easy one,” she says kissing both of Bella’s cheeks. “Alright, watermelon sugar you’re up!”

You blush. God…everyone here knows about his oral prowess. It was both embarrassing and exciting like most things with him.

“I’ll be on point for this one,” Anne says moving next to you and grabbing your hand. She reaches out her other hand to Gemma. “My girls,” she says, squeezing both of your hands.

She kisses your temple and then you watch as Milena goes through the same process. You close your eyes as you feel a stab and then the little gemstone stud is in and it’s done!

“Wow…that really didn’t hurt! Can I see it?”

Milena pulls up her mirror in front of you.

“I love it so much! Thank you!”

She smiles. “I was right. It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Anyone else need anything pierced? Two for one on nips,” she says laughing her intoxicating laugh.

Everyone shakes their heads.

“Ok, it’s tattoo time then. You’re getting your underboob done, right?”

You bite your lip and look at Anne and then nod.

She just smiles. “Ooohhh…that’s sexy. I know Harry’ll love that.”

“Ew ew ew,” says Gemma and you and Anne giggle.

“Top off and lay down on the table,” Milena instructs you. “I drew up a stencil earlier, does this work?”

You smile as you look at the stencil. It’s even better than you imagined. “It’s perfect.”

“Aces!”

You turn so you’re back is to the room and slide your PJ top off and place your arm across your breasts. “Will this work?”

Milena purses her lips. “You’ve got great tits, watermelon sugar. Yeah, that’ll do. Lay down for me and I’ll get the stencil on.”

You’re nervous but excited and you unconsciously finger your initials necklace, hoping this doesn’t hurt too bad but also knowing that it’s worth the pain.

You gasp as Milena applies the balm and then the stencil. She pulls the mirror to you and says, “placement look good?”

You nod.

“Ok, gonna get set up and then we’ll get ya inked.”

“Ok. So Bella…tell me about this guy you’re saying.”

Gemma leans in, “oh yeah! You’ve been coy about him!”

Bella blushes. “He’s nice and very cute! We’ve only been out a few times…we’re taking it slow but I like him…a lot.”

“What’s his name?” You ask her as you watch Milena squeeze the black ink into a little cup.

“Gavin Dawson.”

You gasp out a laugh and start blushing furiously.

Gemma narrows her eyes at you. “What?! Oh god this is gonna be about Harry and sex isn't it? Just lemme ask this? Will it be worse than Mum and Darren at breakfast that time?”

Anne chokes on her sip of wine and sternly says, “Gemma!”

"Oh no.... you know you gotta tell that story!" says Milena snapping the black rubber gloves on her hands.

Anne blushes furiously. "I'm too old to kiss and tell...” she says walking over to top off her glass.

"Thank god...,” Gemma says rolling her eyes.

Milena, not about to let the subject drop blurts, "No way, Annie, we've seen Mr. Darren, he's a hottie... do tell!"

You look at Anne, with your hands covering your breasts and squint with a pouting lip and mouth, “Sorry.” Then you raise your head looking at Gemma and comment, "Seriously Gems… I know you've had sex at your Mum's house! Leave her alone..." the minute the comment leaves your mouth you know you’ve spilled secrets, so you slap your hand over your mouth popping out your right breast, to which you cover with your left hand inevitability popping out your left breast causing you to roll your eyes and mutter, “For fuck’s sake…,” and finally grab both of them attempting some form of modesty.

The ruckus is causing all the girls one by one to enter the room out of curiosity. Meanwhile, Gemma is giving you the evil-eye with crossed arms and a tapping foot. Finally she blurts, “You don’t want me tellin’ on what you and Harry do in Mum’s house.”

You blush even more and bite your lip. “Gemma!”

Gemma throws her hands up, “Wait I thought this was about Bella’s new guy Gavin! Isn’t he one of Harry’s part-time sound guys?”

“Yes,” you reply

“Yes,” Bella says at the same time.

Sarah pipes up and points to you, “Wait? How do you know him?”

“He taught her how to use the sound booth that Harry got her for the podcast,” Bella says absentmindedly while filling her plate with more food.

“How do you know about that?” you say looking over at her.

Bella blushes and raises one shoulder, “I…uh…I…I mean….like….,” she gulps, “didn’t you tell me about that?”

“Umm, noo, I did not,” you say looking at her eye to eye. “Please don’t tell me he told you about…?”

She immediately lowers her head and shifts from foot to foot, “Well, he might’ve mentioned something about a thumb drive ya’ll found in the booth on your first lesson…”

This time you cover your face with both hands, breasts spilling out everywhere, “Oh God, I could….just die… please tell me Bella, he didn’t tell you everything did he?”

“And on that note I think I'll go check in with Darren and turn in for the night,” Anne says kissing your cheeks and then Gemma’s before leaving the room and you all burst out in a fit of laughter.

“I’m even curious about this one…” Gemma says returning the conversation.

You move your hands back to your breasts to cover up. “I can’t believe he told you about that but…like Bella said Harry gifted me with a sound booth so I didn’t have to travel back and forth to London all the time…and he was teaching me how to record things…and uh…” you roll your eyes and giggle, “we might have recorded ourselves and accidentally left the thumb drive in the booth.”

Everyone giggles. “Gavin played it and I swear to god…” you say blushing and giggling. “Would’ve been hot if he hadn’t have heard it.”

Milena laughs and chews her gum loudly. ��Kinky!”

You giggle. “And embarrassing.”

“I’m ready. You ready watermelon sugar?”

You huff out a breath. “Yes.”

“Just take slow breaths. You’ll be fine,” Milena says as she pulses the tattoo needle. She draws a line and then let’s up. “You doing ok?”

You nod. “It’s not too bad.”

“Ok,” she says as she starts up again. “So this is pretty serious…eh? A tat with his initials? What’s the bee all about?”

You close your eyes and wince. “Ummm…welll…that’s what he calls it when he goes down on me…when I’m wet…he calls it honey…oh god I can’t believe I told you that.”

Milena laughs. “Oh, he is a naughty boy.”

At this point everyone is listening in to your conversation.

“Well, the whole world knows he likes oral. Is he good at it and does he dirty talk as much as he does in his lyrics?”

You look over your shoulder and literally everyone is staring at you waiting for an answer, even Gemma though she’s pretending to be examining her manicure. Your eyes move back to Milena. “I…he’s so good at it…there are no words and…he’s fucking filthy,” you finish trying not to giggle.

The girls squeal and you try and to regulate your breathing.

“He certainly has moves on stage,” Bella says fanning her face while all the girls begin very smutty conversations about sex.

Milena pulls her hand back then leans down to your ear, “Is he a beast?”

You look her straight in the eyes and grin, “When I want him to be…”

She returns the grin with a wink, “See I…I knew you were like that…saw it when we were in Prague. He’s a lucky man.”

“Oh, Mil, I think we’re kinda lucky to have each other,” you stop close your eyes and bite your bottom lip, “for every boundary he pushes in the bedroom, he returns with just as many gentle touches and kisses…usually, it’s me that loses my mind with him. He likes to keep me on edge…,” your eyes pop open when you realize the room is absolutely quiet. Looking around you see all the girls have stopped talking and are staring and listening to you ramble on dreamily. Gemma on the other hand is flipping through Milena’s tattoo look book and munching on a lemon macaron. You look over to Milena who is just standing there with the tattoo gun, popping her gum and smiling at you.

“Uhh… so…Sarah…,” you search to change the subject, “tell us about Mitch, is he as shy as he seems?”

“Well, let’s just say I have a child and it didn’t happen without lots of practice. He’s the blanket to my pillowperson.” She says subconsciously drumming her hands on the countertop.

The room returns to conversation and Milena begins the final work on your tat.

“Wow…that’s the sweetest thing. It’s so amazing how Mitch just fell into Harry’s life and then that’s how you met…you have such a cool story,” you tell Sarah.

“I can’t think about it too much or my head’ll explode,” Sarah says giggling.

Milena puts the final flourishes on your tattoo and then pulls back, wiping your skin and grabbing her mirror. “Think I’m all done watermelon sugar. Let’s have a look.”

You sit up and hold the mirror up to your breast and your eyes tear up. “I…I love it, oh my god, I love it so much.”

Milena smiles and pops her gum. “I’m glad. Lay back down and I’ll patch you up.”

You lay back down and watch as she cuts out a piece of something filmy and then pulls the backing off.

“This is called Saniderm. It’s a protective film for your tattoo. Once this starts to peel at the edges in about 4-5 days you can take it off and the tattoo is completely healed. You can get it wet and everything. It’s magic.”

“Wow,” you say as she places the film on your skin and presses out the air bubbles.

“You’re all set watermelon sugar.”

“Thank you, Mil. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to do this for me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, hugging you.

You wrap your arms around her and then realize you don’t have any clothes on your upper body. You giggle and pull back and Bella hands you your PJ top and you slip it on.

“Who’s next?” Milena asks snapping her glove.

“I’m starving!” You exclaim going to the buffet tables and fixing a plate.

You’re all sitting around and talking and you realize it was kind of nice to be able to talk to someone about Harry. There’s so few people you can trust when it comes to your relationship. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed being able to talk about him to anyone. Deciding to send him a quick message to thank him for the candy and flowers you go looking for your phone. You find it in your bedroom only to find a message from him waiting for you.

Harry: how’s my Jezebel? did you ladies get my gifts?

You: Hey handsome freak, yes, we did. Thank you very much. I have personally enjoyed two truffles, yum.

Harry: there you are! having fun? miss you.

You: Yes, we are having fun just being girls. I have some surprises for you! Miss you more…

Harry: i love your surprises. call me before you sleep? hate sleeping without you. i love you.

You: Hate sleeping without you too, I will call. I love you so much.

On a whim you decide to take a closeup photo of just your hand barely tucked into the waistband of your pajama pants to attach to your next message.

You: I’ll be thinking of you…

Harry: my naughty girl. be good.

You smile thinking about him when another message comes in from Hayley to let you know that everyone has officially ordered their lingerie and that you had a $500 gift card to spend on anything you wanted from her store from Anne. Tears pooled in your eyes at the gesture. How’d you get so lucky is all you can wonder. Feeling a little chilly you walk over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks and opt to reach for a pair of Harry’s. You slip them on and go in search of everyone else.

They’ve all made their way out to the deck where candles are lit and the wine bottles are empty. If you’d thought about it, you would’ve had Cal leave the nice lounge chairs and chaises out so you could all lay out under the stars for a bit. It was; however, a little chilly so you doubted the girls would stay out long, so perhaps it was good that he had pulled it all into the pool house for the night. Opening the French doors, you padded out in your socks to join them for some midnight girl talk.

“We thought you left us,” Elin said as you sat next to her.

You smile and shake your head. “No, just needed some socks,” you say wiggling your feet at her.

You’re all just talking to each other and enjoying the night air but it’s getting colder and you start shivering.

“I’ll going in guys. Too cold for me. I think I’m gonna turn in,” you tell them.

You see yawns all around and a chorus of me too’s.

Everyone hugs you goodnight and you thank all of them for coming and for the wonderful time. You pad into your room and call Harry.

“Hey Jezebel. Is everyone finally in bed?”

“Hey baby. Yes, we’ve turned in. I miss you.”

“I’m coming over. Meet me at the back door.”

“What? Harry you can’t come here!”

“I can an’ I am. Meet me at tha back door. Don’ make me come up an’ get ya.”

You huff out a sigh. “Ok.”

“On my way. See ya soon.”

You giggle and quietly make your way downstairs and to the back door. You just unlock the door when you see him smiling at you. You bite your lip and pull the sliding door back and then close it quietly.

He pulls you to him and kisses you. “Missed ya. Couldn’t go ta sleep withou’ gettin’ ma goodnight kiss.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Mmmm…missed you so much. God, you smell so good,” you tell him as you peck his lips again.

His thumb is on your cheek and rubbing back and forth and then something catches the light. “Wait…wha’ is tha’?”

You smile. “What?”

He pulls you under the light. “Ya got ya nose pierced?”

“Maybe.”

“Tha’ one of ma surprises?”

You bat your lashes. “Maybe.”

“Lots of maybes outta ya.”

“Kiss me. I missed you.”

He pulls you to him and slants his mouth over yours and you sigh and then his tongue darts out to tangle with yours.

He moves and pushes you back against the wall of the house, hand moving to your neck and then down your throat to your breasts, fingers deftly unbuttoning your PJ top and slipping his hand under the material and cupping your breast.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say as his thumb circles your nipple and pinches it hard.

“Wan’ ya so much, babe,” he says in between kisses. Sliding his hand back and forth on your tummy and he slips it down to cup your pussy, “D’ya put ya hand down here?”

“Harry, we have guests…ohhh, goooddd, right there,” you say raising to your tip toes as he runs his middle finger up and down your cloth covered slit.

“D’ya touch?”

You whisper, “No, I didn’t touch, did you?”

He pulls back and grins against your lips, “Did I what, angel?”

You lick his lips seductively then kiss along his jaw to his ear, “Harry, did you think about me and touch this cock?” you say running your hand down the front of his shorts.

He turns his head to return whisper, “Jesus, after ya message, wan’ed to, couldn’t stop thinkin’ abou’ ya over here in our bed wi’ ya hands down ya pants an’ me less than 500 feet away…torture.” He pushes his hips into yours, “’M so hard, babe.”

You look up slightly at the window just above you, “Shhh, Harry, your Mum is here! We can’t do this…”

“Fo’ fuck’s sake, babe, need ya, need ta make ya cum, please…” he whispers against your neck.

You roll your head back and to the side so he can get a better angle on your sweet spot because, truthfully, you’re just as needy for him too.

He stops abruptly and looks around…“Pool house. Now,” he says, pulling you to him.

“Harry, I can’t see wher…” you begin before he bends down and tosses you over his shoulder causing a loud, “Ummph” to come from your throat.

“Har…” you start to shout but think twice about it.

“I can see fine, hold on,” he commands before making his way to the pool house and rolling the barn style door open. It’s warm, smells of saltwater and lightly lit by four large skylights in the rooftop. He plops you down on a cushioned round king size chaise bed-lounge causing you to giggle.

“What if we get caught?”

“S’our fuckin’ villa, who’s gonna catch us?”

You go still just panting and staring at him as he stands in front of you.

“Wha’? Ya ok?” he asks with furrowed brows of concern.

“You said ‘ours’” you say softly.

“Baby, what’s mine is yours now too, understand?” You nod your head and he smiles at you, leans forward and grabs your cheeks. “I love ya an’ I really wanna make ya cum in our pool house right now, tha’ be alrigh’?”

You answer by scooting back on the lounge.

He bends down and pulls your pajama bottoms down and off. “Ya wearin’ ma socks?”

“Yeah, feet were cold.”

“S’fuckin’ sexy when ya wear ma thin’s,” he mutters smiling as he holds your foot up to his chest and kisses up your leg to the inside of your knee.

Your body breaks out in goosebumps as he places your bent leg, foot flat on the cushion and does the same to the other. He stands back and just stares for a second at you laying there in your half-unbuttoned pajama shirt, panties and socks, legs bent and spread for him. He captures your eyes as he bends down and grabs the waist band of your panties and pulls them off. He wads them up and stuffs them in the pocket of his shorts.

“Stealin’ my panties again, Styles.”

“Hey, what’s yours is mine now too,” he says with a wink. “Touch ya clit fo’ me, yeah?”

You slide your hand down to your clit and circle it softly. He lays down on his tummy between your legs and runs his arms under your thighs. You stop as he settles in. “Don’ stop, love. Wan ya ta cum on my tongue, wanna taste ma honey.” He places a hand on top of yours and runs his thumb back and forth over the top as you continue to circle your swollen nerves. Eyes on yours, he leans forward and places a sweet kiss over your working middle finger. You moan at the sensation. “So good, swee’heart…love ta watch ya touchin’…can I ‘ave a taste?” he asks as you look down your body into his eyes.

“Yes,” you whimper.

He kisses your middle finger again and then places a kiss on each lip and finally uses a soft tongue to lick a stripe up your slit ending with another kiss to your finger. He does it again, so soft and tender.

“Haahhh…Mmmm, Harry,” you whimper as he takes his time.

He threads his fingers with yours to stop you and pulls your hand to your tummy, “My turn now,” he mumbles against your skin.

With his other hand, he uses his forefinger and middle finger to open your lips so he can lick your clit. He licks and licks and finally attaches his mouth and sucks lightly. He runs his fingers down to your hole and circles his fingers at the entrance around and around before pushing in to his first knuckle.

“S’wet, love…all this fo’ me?”

“Yeeessss, Harry, I’m so wet for you…” you slur.

“I’m gonna find my spot now, ya tell me when I do, yeah?”

You nod and he smiles at you.

He pushes his fingers in a little further and twists to palm up and does a come hither motion with those fingers.

“RIGHT THERE!” You call out a little louder than you should.

He chuckles at it and just keeps going, “Yeah? Tha’ our spot, s’it righ’ here?” he asks going at it a little more intently.

“Yes, Harry, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum….Can’t hold it…,” you chant.

“Do it, babe, cum fo’ me, please cum hard on ma fingers an’ lemme taste ya sweetness, don’ hold back babe, give it ta me hard,” he says through gritted teeth while he ruts into the cushion.

You can’t answer him as your thighs start shaking and you cum as his fingers continue to move against your spot. You throw your head back as your back arches, your fingers tug his hair and you cum hard around his fingers, his tongue licking your clit as your legs try and close around his head.

You’re panting as you open your eyes and look down your body at him. You untangle your fingers from his curls and watch as he looks up at you with lust blown eyes, the bottom half of his face wet with your honey, lips pink and swollen. He crawls back up your body and you watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth and then as his fingers undo the last two buttons of your top, pushing it off of your shoulders. He moves off of the lounger to strip his clothes off. Finally naked, he’s sitting on his knees in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your legs, thighs, to your tummy and stopping to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples. He moves his hands and then his thumbs run along the underside of your boob and you gasp at the feeling of his guitar calloused thumbs on your sensitive skin. You can tell the exact moment he finds your second surprise. He cocks his head as his thumb runs over the filmy cover of your brand new tattoo and you bite your lip as he looks quizzically at you. He lifts your breasts and that’s when you see him look down at your tattoo and gulp.

“Fuck…Didya…ya got a tattoo?”

You nod.

He fumbles on the floor and grabs his phone and turns the flashlight on and his mouth drops open. He looks up to meet your eyes. “My initials? An’ this bee…fucks sake.”

“Do you like it?”

He hovers over you and presses his pelvis to yours and you gasp when you feel how hard he is.

“Feel tha’?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yeah…I fuckin’ love it. Was already hard befo’ an’ missin’ ya bu’ fucks sake,” he says, closing his eyes trying to gain control of his body. He pulls back to look again, his fingers reverently moving along your skin. “Can’ believe it. It’s s’sexy.”

“I’m yours and I wanted you to know it,” you tell him as he meets your gaze again.

“Gonna make ya cum again an’ again so you’ll know ya belong ta me,” he says as he moves your arms back to hold on to the arm of the chair. “Ya gonna need ta hold on fo’ this, Jezebel,” he says, voice raspy and like smooth honey. The voice he uses when he’s turned on and about to ruin you.

Your body is quivering and you feel the goosebumps break out on your skin.

He moves back down and pushes your legs up and open, hands on your ankles and suctions his mouth to your clit.

“Ahhhh! Mmmmm…Harry, fuck!” You cry out and he sucks harder, his tongue moving over your clit quickly causing you to gasp and your breath to catch in your throat.

Your hands grip the lounger hard and your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your orgasm right there and then he pops off.

Your back falls down to the cushion and you huff out a breath as he moves up your body to give you a taste of yourself on his lips. He kisses down your throat and stops to suck your nipple in his mouth, teeth nibbling them just like you like. He pulls back and takes your left leg and lifts it up over his shoulder, kissing your ankle. “Don’ move those arms,” he says as he moves to hover over you, pulling your other leg to wrap around his waist as he guides himself to your entrance. “Love ya s’much. Gonna show ya how much righ’ now.”

He slides his cock up through your slit, taking a moment to rub his sensitive head over your clit. “Feels good, righ’?” he asks eyes looking at you.

“Hmmm, yeah… feels really good.” You say softly swirling your hips just a little to increase the sensation. “I want….”

“This wha’ ya wan’?” he says just as he pushes in all the way maintaining eye-contact reading your every expression.

“Ahhh…hahhh...ahhh,” you pant before letting out a long, slow breath and biting your bottom lip with a smile.

Smiling back, he looks down where you’re connected and then wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you to him just to get himself that much deeper inside.

“Ya good?” He asks turning his head to kiss your ankle again.

You roll your head to one side and put your chin on your shoulder, “Yeah,” you answer nodding on another long exhale.

He pulls back and snaps back in quickly, bumping you forward causing you to stiffen your arms to steady you both. He’s holding your leg up to his body and looking down where you’re connected, “Fuck, babe, so fuckin’ hot,” he pulls out and snaps back in again, “marked this beautiful body wi’ ma name, ‘cause ya know ya mine don’ ya?”

You nod panting as he picks up a slow, but deep pace of pulling out and thrusting back in deep.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, I know I’m yours, Harry,” you cry out as your tits bounce up and down and you tighten the leg wrapped around his waist.

He stops and holds still, “No, don’t stop!” you sob.

He reaches down to feel what he sees, touching his shaft as it’s held deep in your wet channel. He runs the wetness on his thumb up to your clit and circles it. “This cunt’s mine, squeezin’ me s’tight…love the way tha’ feels…”

“Harry! Please…I wanna cum, please…” you grip the lounger so tight your knuckles turn white.

He falls forward, hand on either side of your ribs, your leg still up on his shoulder. He leans his head down and bites your nipple pulling it slightly before letting it bounce back into place. At the same time, he’s pulled out and pounded back in, then grinding his pelvis into yours.

“Ow! Mmmm…” the slight pain and intense pleasure that comes immediately after an indescribable sensation. “Do it again!” you plead raising your head to watch as he does it. This time he keeps his eyes on yours the entire time.

“Fuck, baby, y’so wet… gonna cum fo’ me, hmm?” he says thrusting in and out, “I’m s’close, love, an’ ya feel… s’good… can’t play anymore, I need ta fuck ya…need ya ta cum on ma cock.”

“Yes! Keep going…like that…don’t…oh! I’m…I…I…I’m cummmming!,” you say tempering your loud voice to a hollow shout.

“Miiiiinnnneee!!!” he groans loudly as he stiffens pushing in deep.

You can feel his cock twitching and his cum flooding your body. It’s the most intimate feeling, to hear his groan and feel his body filling you up.

He pulls your leg off his shoulder and collapses on your body his shoulder hitting your breast at just the wrong place.

“Ow-ow-ow…” you cry out pushing on him to slide down off your freshly tattooed, tender skin.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry…lemme see it,” he says lifting up and and breathing heavily.

You pull your breast up so he can see it in the dim moonlight. He places his hand over yours and leans up to place a tender kiss to it.

“Pretty,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re so gonna be cocky about this aren’t ya?” you tease running your hand through the hair on his forehead.

He just nods his head exaggeratedly with a big smirk and a deep dimple.

You giggle at his boyish charm.

“Milena do tha’ work?”

“Yes,” still running your hand through his ever growing locks.

“Where do ya wan’ me ta get the bee done on me?” he asks chin propped on his hand on your tummy.

“Wait, you wanna get a bee too?”

“Course I do, wan’ ya mark on me too.”

“Well, I guess I’d rather it be someplace private, away from any other eyes, ya know? I mean, I share your body with so many people, I’d like to have that be for my eyes only. Would that be ok?”

“Love tha’ idea. How abou’ here?” he says rolling to one side to touch a place about two inches below his right hip bone.

“I think that’s perfect,” you say yawning.

“Ya tired, love?” he asks unable to stop yawning himself.

“Yeah, ya wore me out,” you say closing your eyes and shifting your head to one side. “Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?” he replies rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip bone.

“I’m in love with you,” you say as if it were the first time.

“Tha’s good, ‘cause I’m in love with you,” he says turning his head to kiss your tummy then turning back to rest it with his eyes closed.

*** 6 a.m. the next morning ***

Milena sashays out to the pool in the early morning light anxious to get a morning swim in. She loves tattooing but it’s hell on the joints. She jumps into the pool and is soundlessly enveloped by the water. She swims laps up and down the pool until she can feel her joints relax in the way that only swimming lets them before gracefully emerging from the pool and twisting her hair, wringing it out as best she can. It’s so nice out here, she thinks. Wasn’t there a huge chaise lounge out here yesterday, she thinks and wonders if they’ve been stowed away for the night. She walks to the pool house and slowly slides open the barn door and smiles a soft smile.

You’re laying flat on your back, head tilted to the side, one hand at your side and the other buried in Harry’s dark curls. He’s laying on top of you, head just underneath your bare breasts, hands gripping your sides even in his sleep.

“Who’s there?” Harry mumbles as the light from the open door wakes him.

“Just me, but I’m leaving,” Milena says attempting to slide the door shut.

“No wait,” he says lifting himself up slightly. He looks up toward your face to see if you’re awake, then places a gentle kiss to your tummy.

“Put some clothes on Styles,” Milena says throwing his shorts toward his naked bum and turning away.

“Don’ hear tha’ very often,” he says rolling to the side, then sitting up to step into his shorts.

You stir stretching your torso, “Harry?” you flutter your eyes trying to wake up and decipher where you are.

Milena glances over her shoulder.

“Mil, stop staring at my girl’s tits,” Harry says crawling over you to give you a kiss.

Milena turns around, hand on her hip, “Oh Harry, you amuse me, I’ve seen them up close and personal.”

Harry smirks, “She does have great tits,” to which you both nod your heads then break into a chuckle. Turning his attention back to you.

“Oh my god, I think we feel asleep…” you mutter sleepily.

“Yeah, baby, hold on, I’ll get ya dressed,” he pats around looking for your pajama top.

“To the left…” Milena says cheekily trying to help out.

You nearly butt his head sitting up when the other voice in the room registers. “Shit!” you say covering your breasts with both hands.

“Easy, love, it’s Mil…”

With Harry’s help you manage to thread your arms in the top and pull it down to your thighs.

“Did you want something?” Milena asks.

“Yeah. Ya ‘ave a minute ta do some work fo’ me?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Harry looks at you as you rub the sleep from your eyes, “I want the bee on my hip. Think ya can do it real quick?”

“Sure, just come on up to the house, I’m all se…”

“No, can ya do it,” he looks around, “out here? Don’ wan’ anyone around.”

“I mean…if there’s electricity out here…I guess…yeah, I can,” she says looking up and down taking in the surroundings.

“Harry, don’t you wanna go in…?” you ask buttoning up your shirt.

“No, fo’ your eyes only, righ’? Jus’,” he looks around and waves his hand, “let’s do it out here.”

You smile, raise your eyebrows sucking in your bottom lip, cock your head to the side, “Ok…yeah…”

“Ok!” Milena says clapping her hands together and rubbing them. “Lemme go get the kit!”

“Hey, keep it quiet, ‘f ya can…this is jus’ between us,” he says waving his finger in a circle.

“No problem,” she says turning to go through the doorway.

“Harry are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Was my idea, Jezebel, ‘m so sure, how abou’ you? Ya wanna share ink wi’ me?” he asks crawling up the lounger toward your crossed legs. He’s on hands and knees over your legs, searching your face seriously. You get the feeling he’s talking about more than a tattoo.

Pushing his hair from his eyes then cupping his scruffy cheeks, “Yeah, I wanna share ink with you…and so much more….”

He grins proudly then slants his head and moves in for a smacking kiss, then changes expression indicating he needs a deeper kiss. He opens his mouth to take in your lips, breathing in your breath, pushing his body forward, forcing you to lean back and open your mouth wider to take in more of his tongue, his taste.

“Mmmm,” you moan threading your fingers in his hair.

“Love ya s’much,” he says against your lips, “Know tha’? Love. Ya. So fuckin’ much. Can nev’r tell ya ‘nough…don’ forget it…you’re mine, I’m yours, I…”

“Uh-hum, sorry to break this moment up kids, but the ladies and gents are starting to rouse, so if you wanna keep this private we gotta get started,” Milena says walking in to set up at a small table.

Locating the outlet and moving the table close by, Harry turns over onto his back stretching out and resting his head in your crisscrossed legs. He has one hand on your ankle and the other pushes his shorts down to reveal the place he wants the ink.

You can’t help the giggle that sneaks out when you see your lacy panties half hanging out of his pocket.

Milena lifts one eyebrow in amusement toward you when she spots the scrap, and you just shrug one shoulder and wiggle your eyebrows.

“You trust me to free-hand this Harold, ‘cuz I can’t exactly do a stencil out here? Won’t be hard, ‘s pretty easy.”

“Go on, trust ya,” he responds still looking up at your face with a smile.

Milena draws the bee and shows you both, then dons her rubber gloves to prepare to do the work.

Harry winces a couple of times during the process, but you soothe him by leaning down to kiss his eyelids and the tip of his nose. You have so much you wanna say to him, but it’s just not meant to be heard by anyone else, so you bide your time, holding on to words to be shared later.

It doesn’t take but a few minutes to finish the job. “Ok lovebirds, you’re all inked up…Whatcha think?” Milena says gathering up her instruments and tossing the trash in the bin. You both look down and smile, happy to see your bee on his hip. Mil did a great job, she’s incredibly talented.

“S’great, ya did good,” Harry comments as you smooth your fingers over his hip.

“I love it,” you say at the same time.

“Awesome!” she says while gathering her tools and putting them back in her kit.

Harry sits up to lean against the back of the lounger threading his fingers in yours, “Get ya some cash as soon as I get back ta ma wallet.”

“Nah…don’t worry about it…just…make sure I get an invitation when y’all make this official, yeah?”

You bite your bottom lip and blush furiously.

“You’ll be first on the list,” Harry says without missing a beat. He looks over to you, squeezes your fingers pulling your hand up to kiss it. “First on the list.”

[bridgeportbritt]

The Toxicity of Royal Simblr

alright guys. I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t have to make a post about this or that it would just go away. But, I’m seeing now that this is not the case. As the owner of the Royal Discord Community, I along with others in the community feel like this behind the scenes toxic behavior needs to be addressed because it’s been going on for a while now and a lot of people have been affected.

Please note that the intention is to bring attention to some of the toxic behaviors shown here so those involved will not continue further. We’ve blocked names of some people in the following screenshots to remove their identity as this is not about he said/she said stuff. It’s about bringing light to something that’s been affecting all of us.

This is a long post so be prepared to do some reading if you continue on. The following screenshots were provided to me because I took over the Royal Discord once the previous admins no longer wanted it. The rest is under the cut.

*Before you read on, I’m happy to let you know that a resolution has come since this initial post. Please read this post. Thank you!*

A lot of these messages are disheartening because myself, the other admins/mods, and the community as a whole has worked hard to bring the community back from a place where people honestly felt too scared to join because messages like these were playing in the background and this sentiment seeps into every part of Royal Simblr unfortunately. Due to how things were run previously on top of this toxic underbelly it’s made people hesistant to join in.

There is one thing I’d like to address first as it was directed at myself and I want to own up to anything I have done in this. When I first joined Royal Simblr, I participated in a Royal Sim Pageant. In one of the rounds, derogatory and racist remarks against Asians were made without the participants knowing. I truly regret to have been apart of it. When it was brought to my attention, I worked to correct the damage done with the owners of the pageant. I’m not perfect and don’t claim to be, but I’m always working to be better especially when it comes to correctly representing other cultures as it’s something I take very seriously.

To preface these messages, there are two things to know. There are two seperate servers. Server A) The server I’ve been admin of for a little over a month after the last admin transferred it to me. Server B) A smaller server that was created before Server A and made up a lot of the folks who also created and ran the Server A initially. The other thing is most of these people are not in Server A and haven’t been in over a month.

The conversation you see here started with a member of the community being accused of copying storylines. This person being accused is in Server A and this conversation took place in Server B on July 15, 2021.

The person speaking is saying they left Server A because a person is accused of copying storylines. For some reason, the whole community is then somehow involved in this as the conversation shifts. The person accused of copying happened to be a moderator in Server A which is mentioned. 

From what I’ve seen from this server, this is fairly common behaviour and multiple people have been bullied, accused of copying, etc. many stemming from this server.

In this shot, Server A is put into question. Many stating they left because they don’t want to pretend to be positive or show interest in other stories as if they are being forced to. As you can see one person states that this is not the case of the server since I’ve been admin and don’t encourage people to show fake positivity.

However, this person is actually in Server A which I’m guessing is why they decided to sort of defend it. But, then they agree that those running Server A are questionable (ie myself and the other admins/mods).

More of the same, but speaking about the previous ownership of the server when referring to being asked to step down. Also more just toxic talk about the entire Royal simblr community for no reason. This comes from those who have “built the community” and “do so much for it.” But behind closed doors this is what is done.

In this shot, those in Server A are accused of not “making an effort to be anyone’s friend” with those who rarely interact, being nice to each other for clout, and just overall being fake. Although, keep in mind, one of these people (”I stay for the drama”) is in Server A and never expressed any of this to me or other admins. Yet talking trash about us in Server B. Note: the pageant is also brought up here which I’ve addressed above and I believe I was the only admin or moderator apart of the pageant. 

Here they make fun of people speaking about their stories and other people encouraging them. Also, just want to point out if anyone ever feels unwelcomed in the server, please reach out to me of the other admins. It’s our goal to make everyone welcome, but we can’t do that if we don’t know. Also, being a jerk to people in another server for no reason isn't really a good way to make friends.

Some general nonsense about the server and those in the server. Again most of these people haven’t been in the server since I took over so sentiments about the status of the server are all from a month ago when those in Server B were in charge of Server A. The “felt like a corporation” and “crickets” is all things we’ve been working to reverse since we’ve taken it over.

In these shots, it’s talked about how so many people are stuck in their Royal stories and don’t plan methodically and decorate and how they take bad screenshots. Basically making fun of everyone else because they aren’t doing things exactly as they are or think they should be done. The community they “built” mind you. Then, they talk about some plan to rejoin Server A and bait people, but not wanting to get caught up so deciding against it.

This gives you a gist of what is happening in the Royal Simblr community. Some of the most beloved and talented among us are spending their time poking fun at everyone else, bullying, and being toxic in a server that is “not exclusive.” Many of my friends have been apart of this and even got swept into the toxicity which shows you the nature of this group. It’s very exclusive and meant to bully and mock others even going as far as making people want leave the community alrogether.

This is not me trying to bash anyone or continue bullying or single out these people specifically as bad people. There are a lot more screenshots that I did not share of just really mean stuff, but we’ve all done messed up stuff. I won't say who said what or even who had this particular conversation because at this point it doesn't matter, but I will address those who are in the server and actively participate in toxic conversations including @royaldevilliers @thesimsroyalfam @wa-royal-tea @royalfamilyofgrimalldi and @markinghamroyals​

We all have a vision for the community and we’ve been working towards that and this is NOT it. It’s not about who’s best or being being better than everyone else. It’s supposed to be about community, sharing stories, and overall just having a good time with a fun HOBBY. Others are just taking it too far and too seriously. Things like this ruin it for EVERYONE. 

When I took over Server A, no one interacted, people were nervous to join, and it was a place where people didn’t feel welcomed. Now, we just had a random 6 hour server stream yesterday, people are helping people daily and sharing their stories again. This is what we want for the community. But with behavior like this, we will NEVER get there.

To those who are doing this, please look at these nasty messages and see how this does so much harm. The toxic energy you bring does not stop just because it’s in your little bubble. 

This is who you want to be known as?

This is how you want to “build a community?” 

None of us are perfect and we don’t expect you to be either, but this is just mean especially to folks who haven’t done anything to you and even look up to you.

To those who’ve been affected by this, I’m really sorry. We have to do better if we want this community to continue and be a good place for us all.

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Chapter 11: Dinner room and they are going to outside foods and drinks/Diving going to the forest woods in foods and drinks

Everyone gathered at the dining room where we saw a table filled with delicious entrees and side dishes, Lena had prepared. A pot is full of sweet gumbo, fluffy biscuits, crawfish, and potato casserole. Simone was looking forward to eat with her guests but not when Scooby, the Rovers, and I were at the table.

Daphne: Your dinning room is beautiful Simone and Icy

Simone: Thank you, Daphne. But I'm afraid your animal friends will have to eat in the kitchen

Icy: Animal friends are in the kitchen

Ava: Do we have too?

Simone: Yes. I think it's the proper place for pets to eat

Shaggy: Like come on guys will chow down in the kitchen

Shaggy as he lead us to the kitchen.

Fred and Marco seemed to enjoy all the tasty things that Lena and Mima made and he's very impressed, but that made Daphne and Starla jealous.

Fred: This gumbo is delicious! And these biscuits light as a feather

Marco: Good delicious

A white cat jumped onto Simone's lap

A dog sitting next to Icy

Daphne: Where are Beau and Ralph?

Simone: They usually has dinner in their room above the carriage house

Lena: I brought him some food. But he wasn't there

Fred: Figures

Fred eating a biscuit.

Down at the kitchen, more of Simone's cats are eating in their bowls

Scooby: Rats!

They growled angrily and attempted to go after them once again. Shaggy struggled to keep Scooby from chasing any more cats, but that didn't work

Shaggy and Josh: Scooby-Doo! Jaxson!

Velma: Exactly, how long has Beau been working for you, Miss Lenoir?

Ava: Several months. And it's Simone, Velma

Fred" Well, I think this guy is pretty suspicious

Fred eating the gumbo

Fred: He had excellent references--

The conversation was interrupted when Shaggy, Scooby, Josh, Jaxson, and John entered the dining room with some cat food on our heads.

Shaggy: Like, I don't think eating in the kitchen was such a good idea, you know, cats

Josh: You know, kitsunes

Jaxson: Kitsunes!

Scooby: Rats!

Two Dogs growled when they saw Simone holding the white cat. The cat growled back at him in defence. Icy holding the dog growled back at him in defence

Shaggy tried to calm Scooby down by pulling his collar. "Zoinks!" he said.

Josh tried to calm Jaxson down by pulling his collar

Josh: Oh my God!

Simone: This is quite enough! The animals will have to eat outside.

Icy: Better go to outside

Scooby: Routside? Ruh-uh!

Shaggy: Like, there's a dead guy out there

Shaggy pointed out

John: What if he comes back?!?

Lena: May I make a suggestion?

Lena got up from her chair to explain the idea

Shaggy, Scooby, Josh, Jaxson, and John ate inside the Mystery Van with the extra food that Lena provided in case the guest call for seconds. The boys were enjoying themselves eating off the biscuits and crawfish.

Shaggy: Like this is a lot quieter guys and Lena even made us a special dish to go. Nothing like a good old fashion crawfish boil

Scooby: Rawfish

Josh: These crawfish sure are tasty

Scooby even sneaked the crawfish meat out of Shaggy's hand and stuffs himself a half a batch of crayfish in his mouth. After he ate all the meat, he spits out the shells like a machine gun then licked his paw.

Shaggy: Here buddy have a biscuit

Scooby: Ranks

Scooby then ate up the whole plate.

Shaggy: Something tells me you're getting the best of this meal

Suddenly, we heard cats meowing outside. We found them hanging on the tree, just staring at us eating, so to spite Scooby

Scooby: Ruh-Roh

Shaggy: Like it's hard to enjoy a meal with a bunch of eyes staring at you

He then decided to drive the van someplace where the cats wouldn't bother us.

Shaggy: Like sit tight guys. I'll find us a peaceful place to eat

But wed even saw a lot more cats from the roof of the van. Shaggy started the van and drove away, driving the cats off the roof. Scooby raspberried at them and we drove away in the distance

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For @laurasanchez36

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[intergalactic-padawan]

inquisitor - Ezra Bridger

Requested: yes, by the beautiful @raganbridger! Sorry for the wait, it's finally here!

Warnings: angst, dark side!reader, confusion, mentions of bad injuries/blood, betrayal

A/N: You asked for le angst, so here it is! I've had this idea for a long while and this request was the motivation I needed to start. LOTS of alternative endings were written, this was mostly the reason it took so long.

Pronouns of reader: she/her

*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else 😉*

x

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-"oh, good, you're awake"

You sit and inhale sharply, focusing back on the real world, startled at the strange voice.

Well, not so strange per se. You knew who was talking to you. What was strange was why he was talking to you.

Before you can adjust your vision to the unfamiliar environment, the memories from hours earlier instantly come flooding back.

Malachor. The place where jedi go to die.

An easy kill for you and your inquisitor colleagues.

That's what they had said on the ship, at least. You, on the other hand, knew better than to underestimate how slippery those jedi could be - especially if they fought side by side, like they always did.

You remember cornering the younger one during the fight. His skill was minimal compared to yours, which would give you an advantage against his master if he were to die first.

The boy and his friends go after the sith holocron. There had been a blinding light when it was placed at the altar.

And also, the jedi knight who was blinded by your former master, Maul.

Maul.

Not only had the cursed man left you for dead years before, he had come back from hiding to haunt you and join forces with your other enemies.

But you were an inquisitor. You wouldn't - you couldn't let him get the best of you, not this time.

You feel a light hand pressing your forehead and recoil in fear, reaching for your lightsaber, only to feel it was not there.

-"whoah, woah, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you" - it was the padawan you'd been fighting before - Ezra Bridger. He had placed you and his master inside a cave in a planet you were not familiar with when you'd escaped Malachor.

You'd escapd Malachor? But how?

You couldn't have, unless he'd carried you back to his ship.

-"hey, hey, it's alright."

-"what do you want, jedi?" - you wince in pain again.

-"a thank you would be nice, actually. I did just save your life"

-"a foolish mistake. One you will pay for with yours"

You reach out for your lightsaber, but can't feel it anywhere close. Scouring with the force for its presence, you quickly realize he must have hidden it outside the place.

-"Nope, absolutely not" - just as quickly, he slaps your outstreched hand - "I may be an idiot, but i'm not stupid. Your lightsaber's not here, it's caused enough damage already."

You rub the hand he pushed away, more shocked at his actions than anything. How DARE he?

-"Then what do you want from me, if not revenge? Why treat my wounds if not to finish the battle we started?"

-"Listen, I'm not sure if it's the adrnaline or something, but you're in no condition to fight anyone any time soon"

-"You underestimete me, Jedi. Even in these conditions you would be no match for me."

-"Like I wasn't a match for you at the sith temple?"

At the mention of the event, images of the fight start to come back.

Back at the sanctuary, you drew him away from the fight, knowing his strengh lied with his allies. Only, you hadn't imagined your former master to join his side - not until you'd seen the holocron in Ezra's hands, at least. You'd warned him: "he will use it and throw you away. Like he did to me". Needless to say, he didn't listen.

Your vision starts to lose focus at the intensity of your anger and you groan in pain, not able to sit anymore. Driven by instinct, the padawan holds your side so you won't fall completely, pressing your abdomen and making you hiss in pain.

-"ah, looks like I was right. You're conscious, but not healed" - you feel yourself be adjusted back on the ground, too weak to fight him.

-"where are we? Why did you save my life?"

He hesitates, eyes studying you, like you might attack him any second and he still knew it.

-"not so sure" - he finally answers - "maybe because now you owe me one?"

-"Did you hit your head or something?" You scoff - "Make no mistake, I WILL kill you when the opportunity rises!"

-"And that is why your lightsaber privileges have been revoked for now."

You lock eyes, studying him like he had you. It made no sense- you'd followed his group to the sith temple, tried to kill him several times, called for the man who had murdered his strongest ally, Ahsoak Tano. Why was he helping you?

With a shiver, you realize he's still holding your side, not as firmly as before but still providing support for your back. Inhaling sharply, you graze his hand and he lets go instantly, realizing how close the two of you had gotten.

Standing up just as quickly, he brushes a strand of unruly hair our of his forehead, while you you clean your throat, diverting your attention to the exit of the cave. The rain pours on the large trees outside, but you can't make out much except for the fact that you're in a forest planet (maybe a moon?) and his ship is in less than ideal conditions to get out of it.

-"here" - Ezra kneels down with two bacta patches and a piece of fabric from a medical kit -"i felt your back was pretty sore, but didn't want to take off your shirt while you were out. Your cuts need cleaning."

You hesitantly take the items, using the rocks behind you as support to lean your body on. He stands up, hands on hips, and chuckles when you sniff the gel, suspicious.

With the small bit of privacy he gives you by turning around to check on his master, you fumble with your shirt, deciding to take it off in order to see better.

-"Need some help over there?" - he asks, hearing you grunt in frustration at not being able to reach some spots

-"Not from you, thank you very much"

-"Oh, so she CAN say thank you! That's a welcome change"

You throw the rag at his direction, irritated out of your mind. Who does he think he is??

He must sense the harmless ball of soaked fabric coming his way, turning around to catch it mid-air. Now that he's turned, you see a glimpse of amusement in his eyes at your rage, giving you the answer you needed as to why he went through the trouble of saving you; it was merely to see you suffer and laugh at your expense, apparently.

His expression quickly changed when he saw your bruised torso, however.

- "who did this to you?" - he whispers, and you look down at you look down at your sore ~ well, everything~, covered only by a wrap in the bust area.

-"As you said, jedi. I may be better than you, but you still gave me a decent challenge"

"No. I didn't even hit you there." - his serious reaction to your injuries had caught you off guard, you had to admit. - "those are old and deep, you shouldn't even be able to walk!"

-"I'm not, remember?" - you motion at your debilitated situation, unable to even sit down or cross your legs properly -"But i will be, soon. And then it's over for you"

-"you know what? I think if you wanted to, you would have killed me by now." - he shoots back and you're impressed at his audacity once again.

But he had a point. Why hadn't you attacked him yet?

Sure, you had no lightsaber or phisical conditions to stand, but your force abilities were still as strong as ever. You were vulnerable, but so was he, and you weren't kidding when you said you could deal with him even at your worse.

-"you know what? " - you cross your arms. He was playing with fire now - "maybe I might"

-"and why haven't you?"

-"because I wouldn't enjoy it as much." - you snap back venomously - "I want to see you suffer before I bring you to Lord Vader"

His expression darkens at the mention of Ahsoka's murderer. His whole body stiffens as he balls his wrists and clearly struggles to control his anger at the recent loss. For a moment, you fear you've gone too far, but reprimand yourself for worrying about his feelings over yours. You're not supposed to be anything more than indifferent to the weak and ruthless to those who dare oppose you.

-"Yeah, no matter what you do, you're still imperial scum"

You're not prepared for those words to affect you so much. You're supposed to have a response, but nothing coherent seems to come out of your mouth, so you settle for an an uncomfortable silence.

It doesn't last for long, however, as his comlink goes off. It's his droid, asking - no, demanding - that he go help him with repairs on the ship. He hesitates, looking at you and contemplating how bad it would be to leave you unnatended in the company of his defenseless master.

-"Dont worry."- You reassure him. -"I won't make his situation worse. Maul is the worse you can get, and I refuse to step that low"

You can see he doesnt like it, but leaves for a few moments before returning with what must be the droid that talked to him before. It was a C1 series unit with an orange top and a bratty atitude, you could tell that much by just seeing him interact with the jedi.

-"Chopper will stay here, just in case"

-"I understand. It's fine."

-"I wasn't asking if you were fine with it. Behave" - you can't be sure if his command is directed at you or the droid, but you weren't about to ask.

The coldness he now had to his voice was understandable - you had worked to get him to that emotional state - ,but you felt hurt at the change. The droid didn't do much to help you think clearly about what just happened, and by the look of it, your frustration would only grow bigger in the many hours it would still take to repair the ship to a normal flying condition.

'He thinks i'm imperial scum, huh?' - you think as you scour a pile of your belongings with the force, not too far away inside the cave.

Bad news, your lightsaber really wasn't there.

Good news, your wrist comm was.

'i'll show him imperial scum'

With a plan forming in mind, all you had to do now was be patient and wait for the right time. There's no exchange of words between the two of you when he gets back, which makes time fly by before he's betrayed by exaution and finally gives in to sleep. You take care of the droid easily after that.

Activating the tracking beacon, you start to leave the cave, but not before noticing the boy's lightsaber beside him. It was a bold move, he could easily wake up if you took it, but you knew that if he woke up to see you gone you'd need it to compensate for your injuries.

You were still on opposing sides, after all.

You knew there had to be an imperial ship near the planet, and they would pick up your signal in an instant when you called. Wallking to a less dense area of the forest, away from the crash site, you're proven right when, in a matter of minutes, a shuttle tripulated by four troopers and a senior lieutenant meet you on the ground.

-"and what of the jedi?" - the higher ranking woman asks when you finish your brief description of the events that led you there.

Well, not all events. You'd left out the part where Bridger had helped you recover.

You could just tell them to take the two jedi for excecution. You were supposed to do it, in fact.

-"it's just me. And the younger one's lightsaber" - you finally answer, not exactly knowing why you'd deliberately just saved them.

She nods curtly and escorts you back to the ship without a second glance. It was a good story so far, but you would have to work on it if your superiors were to believe it.

-"Wait- " - you start, second-guessing your motives for not giving away their location. One of the troopers turns to you expectantly.

-"yes, sir?"

You hesitate for a moment, ready to do what you'd beeen taught to do your whle life. Kill the jedi.

Kill the jedi.

A tingling crept up your sides, where the padawan had touched earlier to give you support. You try to betray the gut feeling pressing you to do your duty as an inquisitor, but it's stronger than you. Something is forcing your better judgement to be leaving your natural enemies alive.

-"nothing." - the tingle goes away as soon as it had come, leaving an unusual feeling of relief. - "Thought i'd sensed something. Let's leave"

'Perhaps it's for the best'. - you think as the shuttle's door closes. After all, you did owe him one for saving your life - whatever his reason was for doing so.

That was what you told yourself as you boarded the ship, at least. Now, the next time you saw him, there would be nothing to stop you from finishing him and his friends for good.

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Hope you like it? I gave him a 'hands on hips' moment in honour of your videos for a more personalized touch hahahaha

[kingstylesdaily]

Playtime With Harry Styles

via vogue.com

THE MEN’S BATHING POND in London’s Hampstead Heath at daybreak on a gloomy September morning seemed such an unlikely locale for my first meeting with Harry Styles, music’s legendarily charm-heavy style czar, that I wondered perhaps if something had been lost in translation.

But then there is Styles, cheerily gung ho, hidden behind a festive yellow bandana mask and a sweatshirt of his own design, surprisingly printed with three portraits of his intellectual pinup, the author Alain de Botton. “I love his writing,” says Styles. “I just think he’s brilliant. I saw him give a talk about the keys to happiness, and how one of the keys is living among friends, and how real friendship stems from being vulnerable with someone.”

In turn, de Botton’s 2016 novel The Course of Love taught Styles that “when it comes to relationships, you just expect yourself to be good at it…[but] being in a real relationship with someone is a skill,” one that Styles himself has often had to hone in the unforgiving klieg light of public attention, and in the company of such high-profile paramours as Taylor Swift and—well, Styles is too much of a gentleman to name names.

That sweatshirt and the Columbia Records tracksuit bottoms are removed in the quaint wooden open-air changing room, with its Swallows and Amazons vibe. A handful of intrepid fellow patrons in various states of undress are blissfully unaware of the 26-year-old supernova in their midst, although I must admit I’m finding it rather difficult to take my eyes off him, try as I might. Styles has been on a six-day juice cleanse in readiness for Vogue’s photographer Tyler Mitchell. He practices Pilates (“I’ve got very tight hamstrings—trying to get those open”) and meditates twice a day. “It has changed my life,” he avers, “but it’s so subtle. It’s helped me just be more present. I feel like I’m able to enjoy the things that are happening right in front of me, even if it’s food or it’s coffee or it’s being with a friend—or a swim in a really cold pond!” Styles also feels that his meditation practices have helped him through the tumult of 2020: “Meditation just brings a stillness that has been really beneficial, I think, for my mental health.”

Styles has been a pescatarian for three years, inspired by the vegan food that several members of his current band prepared on tour. “My body definitely feels better for it,” he says. His shapely torso is prettily inscribed with the tattoos of a Victorian sailor—a rose, a galleon, a mermaid, an anchor, and a palm tree among them, and, straddling his clavicle, the dates 1967 and 1957 (the respective birth years of his mother and father). Frankly, I rather wish I’d packed a beach muumuu.

We take the piratical gangplank that juts into the water and dive in. Let me tell you, this is not the Aegean. The glacial water is a cloudy phlegm green beneath the surface, and clammy reeds slap one’s ankles. Styles, who admits he will try any fad, has recently had a couple of cryotherapy sessions and is evidently less susceptible to the cold. By the time we have swum a full circuit, however, body temperatures have adjusted, and the ice, you might say, has been broken. Duly invigorated, we are ready to face the day. Styles has thoughtfully brought a canister of coffee and some bottles of water in his backpack, and we sit at either end of a park bench for a socially distanced chat.

It seems that he has had a productive year. At the onset of lockdown, Styles found himself in his second home, in the canyons of Los Angeles. After a few days on his own, however, he moved in with a pod of three friends (and subsequently with two band members, Mitch Rowland and Sarah Jones). They “would put names in a hat and plan the week out,” Styles explains. “If you were Monday, you would choose the movie, dinner, and the activity for that day. I like to make soups, and there was a big array of movies; we went all over the board,” from Goodfellas to Clueless. The experience, says Styles, “has been a really good lesson in what makes me happy now. It’s such a good example of living in the moment. I honestly just like being around my friends,” he adds. “That’s been my biggest takeaway. Just being on my own the whole time, I would have been miserable.”

Styles is big on friendship groups and considers his former and legendarily hysteria-inducing boy band, One Direction, to have been one of them. “I think the typical thing is to come out of a band like that and almost feel like you have to apologize for being in it,” says Styles. “But I loved my time in it. It was all new to me, and I was trying to learn as much as I could. I wanted to soak it in…. I think that’s probably why I like traveling now—soaking stuff up.” In a post-COVID future, he is contemplating a temporary move to Tokyo, explaining that “there’s a respect and a stillness, a quietness that I really loved every time I’ve been there.”

In 1D, Styles was making music whenever he could. “After a show you’d go in a hotel room and put down some vocals,” he recalls. As a result, his first solo album, 2017’s Harry Styles, “was when I really fell in love with being in the studio,” he says. “I loved it as much as touring.” Today he favors isolating with his core group of collaborators, “our little bubble”—Rowland, Kid Harpoon (né Tom Hull), and Tyler Johnson. “A safe space,” as he describes it.

In the music he has been working on in 2020, Styles wants to capture the experimental spirit that informed his second album, last year’s Fine Line. With his debut album, “I was very much finding out what my sound was as a solo artist,” he says. “I can see all the places where it almost felt like I was bowling with the bumpers up. I think with the second album I let go of the fear of getting it wrong and…it was really joyous and really free. I think with music it’s so important to evolve—and that extends to clothes and videos and all that stuff. That’s why you look back at David Bowie with Ziggy Stardust or the Beatles and their different eras—that fearlessness is super inspiring.”

The seismic changes of 2020—including the Black Lives Matter uprising around racial justice—has also provided Styles with an opportunity for personal growth. “I think it’s a time for opening up and learning and listening,” he says. “I’ve been trying to read and educate myself so that in 20 years I’m still doing the right things and taking the right steps. I believe in karma, and I think it’s just a time right now where we could use a little more kindness and empathy and patience with people, be a little more prepared to listen and grow.”

Meanwhile, Styles’s euphoric single “Watermelon Sugar” became something of an escapist anthem for this dystopian summer of 2020. The video, featuring Styles (dressed in ’70s-­flavored Gucci and Bode) cavorting with a pack of beach-babe girls and boys, was shot in January, before lockdown rules came into play. By the time it was ready to be released in May, a poignant epigraph had been added: “This video is dedicated to touching.”

Styles is looking forward to touring again, when “it’s safe for everyone,” because, as he notes, “being up against people is part of the whole thing. You can’t really re-create it in any way.” But it hasn’t always been so. Early in his career, Styles was so stricken with stage fright that he regularly threw up preperformance. “I just always thought I was going to mess up or something,” he remembers. “But I’ve felt really lucky to have a group of incredibly generous fans. They’re generous emotionally—and when they come to the show, they give so much that it creates this atmosphere that I’ve always found so loving and accepting.”

THIS SUMMER, when it was safe enough to travel, Styles returned to his London home, which is where he suggests we head now, setting off in his modish Primrose Yellow ’73 Jaguar that smells of gasoline and leatherette. “Me and my dad have always bonded over cars,” Styles explains. “I never thought I’d be someone who just went out for a leisurely drive, purely for enjoyment.” On sleepless jet-lagged nights he’ll drive through London’s quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way. “I find it quite relaxing,” he says.

Over the summer Styles took a road trip with his artist friend Tomo Campbell through France and Italy, setting off at four in the morning and spending the night in Geneva, where they jumped in the lake “to wake ourselves up.” (I see a pattern emerging.) At the end of the trip Styles drove home alone, accompanied by an upbeat playlist that included “Aretha Franklin, Parliament, and a lot of Stevie Wonder. It was really fun for me,” he says. “I don’t travel like that a lot. I’m usually in such a rush, but there was a stillness to it. I love the feeling of nobody knowing where I am, that kind of escape...and freedom.”

GROWING UP in a village in the North of England, Styles thought of London as a world apart: “It truly felt like a different country.” At a wide-eyed 16, he came down to the teeming metropolis after his mother entered him on the U.K. talent-search show The X Factor. “I went to the audition to find out if I could sing,” Styles recalls, “or if my mum was just being nice to me.” Styles was eliminated but subsequently brought back with other contestants—Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik—to form a boy band that was named (on Styles’s suggestion) One Direction. The wily X Factor creator and judge, Simon Cowell, soon signed them to his label Syco Records, and the rest is history: 1D’s first four albums, supported by four world tours from 2011 to 2015, debuted at number one on the U.S. Billboard charts, and the band has sold 70 million records to date. At 18, Styles bought the London house he now calls home. “I was going to do two weeks’ work to it,” he remembers, “but when I came back there was no second floor,” so he moved in with adult friends who lived nearby till the renovation was complete. “Eighteen months,” he deadpans. “I’ve always seen that period as pretty pivotal for me, as there’s that moment at the party where it’s getting late, and half of the people would go upstairs to do drugs, and the other people go home. I was like, ‘I don’t really know this friend’s wife, so I’m not going to get all messy and then go home.’ I had to behave a bit, at a time where everything else about my life felt I didn’t have to behave really. I’ve been lucky to always feel I have this family unit somewhere.”

When Styles’s London renovation was finally done, “I went in for the first time and I cried,” he recalls. “Because I just felt like I had somewhere. L.A. feels like holiday, but this feels like home.”

Behind its pink door, Styles’s house has all the trappings of rock stardom—there’s a man cave filled with guitars, a Sex Pistols Never Mind the Bollocks poster (a moving-in gift from his decorator), a Stevie Nicks album cover. Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” was one of the first songs he knew the words to—“My parents were big fans”—and he and Nicks have formed something of a mutual-admiration society. At the beginning of lockdown, Nicks tweeted to her fans that she was taking inspiration from Fine Line: “Way to go, H,” she wrote. “It is your Rumours.” “She’s always there for you,” said Styles when he inducted Nicks into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2019. “She knows what you need—advice, a little wisdom, a blouse, a shawl; she’s got you covered.”

Styles makes us some tea in the light-filled kitchen and then wanders into the convivial living room, where he strikes an insouciant pose on the chesterfield sofa, upholstered in a turquoise velvet that perhaps not entirely coincidentally sets off his eyes. Styles admits that his lockdown lewk was “sweatpants, constantly,” and he is relishing the opportunity to dress up again. He doesn’t have to wait long: The following day, under the eaves of a Victorian mansion in Notting Hill, I arrive in the middle of fittings for Vogue’s shoot and discover Styles in his Y-fronts, patiently waiting to try on looks for fashion editor Camilla Nickerson and photographer Tyler Mitchell. Styles’s personal stylist, Harry Lambert, wearing a pearl necklace and his nails colored in various shades of green varnish, à la Sally Bowles, is providing helpful backup (Britain’s Rule of Six hasn’t yet been imposed).

Styles, who has thoughtfully brought me a copy of de Botton’s 2006 book The Architecture of Happiness, is instinctively and almost quaintly polite, in an old-fashioned, holding-open-doors and not-mentioning-lovers-by-name sort of way. He is astounded to discover that the Atlanta-born Mitchell has yet to experience a traditional British Sunday roast dinner. Assuring him that “it’s basically like Thanksgiving every Sunday,” Styles gives Mitchell the details of his favorite London restaurants in which to enjoy one. “It’s a good thing to be nice,” Mitchell tells me after a morning in Styles’s company.

MITCHELL has Lionel Wendt’s languorously homoerotic 1930s portraits of young Sri Lankan men on his mood board. Nickerson is thinking of Irving Penn’s legendary fall 1950 Paris haute couture collections sitting, where he photographed midcentury supermodels, including his wife, Lisa Fonssagrives, in high-style Dior and Balenciaga creations. Styles is up for all of it, and so, it would seem, is the menswear landscape of 2020: Jonathan Anderson has produced a trapeze coat anchored with a chunky gold martingale; John Galliano at Maison Margiela has fashioned a khaki trench with a portrait neckline in layers of colored tulle; and Harris Reed—a Saint Martins fashion student sleuthed by Lambert who ended up making some looks for Styles’s last tour—has spent a week making a broad-shouldered Smoking jacket with high-waisted, wide-leg pants that have become a Styles signature since he posed for Tim Walker for the cover of Fine Line wearing a Gucci pair—a silhouette that was repeated in the tour wardrobe. (“I liked the idea of having that uniform,” says Styles.) Reed’s version is worn with a hoopskirt draped in festoons of hot-pink satin that somehow suggests Deborah Kerr asking Yul Brynner’s King of Siam, “Shall we dance?”

Styles introduces me to the writer and eyewear designer Gemma Styles, “my sister from the same womb,” he says. She is also here for the fitting: The siblings plan to surprise their mother with the double portrait on these pages.

I ask her whether her brother had always been interested in clothes.

“My mum loved to dress us up,” she remembers. “I always hated it, and Harry was always quite into it. She did some really elaborate papier-mâché outfits: She made a giant mug and then painted an atlas on it, and that was Harry being ‘The World Cup.’ Harry also had a little dalmatian-dog outfit,” she adds, “a hand-me-down from our closest family friends. He would just spend an inordinate amount of time wearing that outfit. But then Mum dressed me up as Cruella de Vil. She was always looking for any opportunity!”

“As a kid I definitely liked fancy dress,” Styles says. There were school plays, the first of which cast him as Barney, a church mouse. “I was really young, and I wore tights for that,” he recalls. “I remember it was crazy to me that I was wearing a pair of tights. And that was maybe where it all kicked off!”

Acting has also remained a fundamental form of expression for Styles. His sister recalls that even on the eve of his life-changing X Factor audition, Styles could sing in public only in an assumed voice. “He used to do quite a good sort of Elvis warble,” she remembers. During the rehearsals in the family home, “he would sing in the bathroom because if it was him singing as himself, he just couldn’t have anyone looking at him! I love his voice now,” she adds. “I’m so glad that he makes music that I actually enjoy listening to.”

Styles’s role-playing continued soon after 1D went on permanent hiatus in 2016, and he was cast in Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk, beating out dozens of professional actors for the role. “The good part was my character was a young soldier who didn’t really know what he was doing,” says Styles modestly. “The scale of the movie was so big that I was a tiny piece of the puzzle. It was definitely humbling. I just loved being outside of my comfort zone.”

His performance caught the eye of Olivia Wilde, who remembers that it “blew me away—the openness and commitment.” In turn, Styles loved Wilde’s directorial debut, Booksmart, and is “very honored” that she cast him in a leading role for her second feature, a thriller titled Don’t Worry Darling, which went into production this fall. Styles will play the husband to Florence Pugh in what Styles describes as “a 1950s utopia in the California desert.”

Wilde’s movie is costumed by Academy Award nominee Arianne Phillips. “She and I did a little victory dance when we heard that we officially had Harry in the film,” notes Wilde, “because we knew that he has a real appreciation for fashion and style. And this movie is incredibly stylistic. It’s very heightened and opulent, and I’m really grateful that he is so enthusiastic about that element of the process—some actors just don’t care.”

“I like playing dress-up in general,” Styles concurs, in a masterpiece of understatement: This is the man, after all, who cohosted the Met’s 2019 “Notes on Camp” gala attired in a nipple-freeing black organza blouse with a lace jabot, and pants so high-waisted that they cupped his pectorals. The ensemble, accessorized with the pearl-drop earring of a dandified Elizabethan courtier, was created for Styles by Gucci’s Alessandro Michele, whom he befriended in 2014. Styles, who has subsequently personified the brand as the face of the Gucci fragrance, finds Michele “fearless with his work and his imagination. It’s really inspiring to be around someone who works like that.”

The two first met in London over a cappuccino. “It was just a kind of PR appointment,” says Michele, “but something magical happened, and Harry is now a friend. He has the aura of an English rock-and-roll star—like a young Greek god with the attitude of James Dean and a little bit of Mick Jagger—but no one is sweeter. He is the image of a new era, of the way that a man can look.”

Styles credits his style trans­formation—from Jack Wills tracksuit-clad boy-band heartthrob to nonpareil fashionisto—to his meeting the droll young stylist Harry Lambert seven years ago. They hit it off at once and have conspired ever since, enjoying a playfully campy rapport and calling each other Sue and Susan as they parse the niceties of the scarlet lace Gucci man-bra that Michele has made for Vogue’s shoot, for instance, or a pair of Bode pants hand-painted with biographical images (Styles sent Emily Adams Bode images of his family, and a photograph he had found of David Hockney and Joni Mitchell. “The idea of those two being friends, to me, was really beautiful,” Styles explains).

“He just has fun with clothing, and that’s kind of where I’ve got it from,” says Styles of Lambert. “He doesn’t take it too seriously, which means I don’t take it too seriously.” The process has been evolutionary. At his first meeting with Lambert, the stylist proposed “a pair of flares, and I was like, ‘Flares? That’s fucking crazy,’  ” Styles remembers. Now he declares that “you can never be overdressed. There’s no such thing. The people that I looked up to in music—Prince and David Bowie and Elvis and Freddie Mercury and Elton John—they’re such showmen. As a kid it was completely mind-blowing. Now I’ll put on something that feels really flamboyant, and I don’t feel crazy wearing it. I think if you get something that you feel amazing in, it’s like a superhero outfit. Clothes are there to have fun with and experiment with and play with. What’s really exciting is that all of these lines are just kind of crumbling away. When you take away ‘There’s clothes for men and there’s clothes for women,’ once you remove any barriers, obviously you open up the arena in which you can play. I’ll go in shops sometimes, and I just find myself looking at the women’s clothes thinking they’re amazing. It’s like anything—anytime you’re putting barriers up in your own life, you’re just limiting yourself. There’s so much joy to be had in playing with clothes. I’ve never really thought too much about what it means—it just becomes this extended part of creating something.”

“He’s up for it,” confirms Lambert, who earlier this year, for instance, found a JW Anderson cardigan with the look of a Rubik’s Cube (“on sale at matches.com!”). Styles wore it, accessorized with his own pearl necklace, for a Today rehearsal in February and it went viral: His fans were soon knitting their own versions and posting the results on TikTok. Jonathan Anderson declared himself “so impressed and incredibly humbled by this trend” that he nimbly made the pattern available (complete with a YouTube tutorial) so that Styles’s fans could copy it for free. Meanwhile, London’s storied Victoria & Albert Museum has requested Styles’s original: an emblematic document of how people got creative during the COVID era. “It’s going to be in their permanent collection,” says Lambert exultantly. “Is that not sick? Is that not the most epic thing?”

“To me, he’s very modern,” says Wilde of Styles, “and I hope that this brand of confidence as a male that Harry has—truly devoid of any traces of toxic masculinity—is indicative of his generation and therefore the future of the world. I think he is in many ways championing that, spearheading that. It’s pretty powerful and kind of extraordinary to see someone in his position redefining what it can mean to be a man with confidence.”

“He’s really in touch with his feminine side because it’s something natural,” notes Michele. “And he’s a big inspiration to a younger generation—about how you can be in a totally free playground when you feel comfortable. I think that he’s a revolutionary.”

STYLES’S confidence is on full display the day after the fitting, which finds us all on the beautiful Sussex dales. Over the summit of the hill, with its trees blown horizontal by the fierce winds, lies the English Channel. Even though it’s a two-hour drive from London, the fresh-faced Styles, who went to bed at 9 p.m., has arrived on set early: He is famously early for everything. The team is installed in a traditional flint-stone barn. The giant doors have been replaced by glass and frame a bucolic view of distant grazing sheep. “Look at that field!” says Styles. “How lucky are we? This is our office! Smell the roses!” Lambert starts to sing “Kumbaya, my Lord.”

Hairdresser Malcolm Edwards is setting Styles’s hair in a Victory roll with silver clips, and until it is combed out he resembles Kathryn Grayson with stubble. His fingers are freighted with rings, and “he has a new army of mini purses,” says Lambert, gesturing to an accessory table heaving with examples including a mini sky-blue Gucci Diana bag discreetly monogrammed HS. Michele has also made Styles a dress for the shoot that Tissot might have liked to paint—acres of ice-blue ruffles, black Valenciennes lace, and suivez-moi, jeune homme ribbons. Erelong, Styles is gamely racing up a hill in it, dodging sheep scat, thistles, and shards of chalk, and striking a pose for Mitchell that manages to make ruffles a compelling new masculine proposition, just as Mr. Fish’s frothy white cotton dress—equal parts Romantic poet and Greek presidential guard—did for Mick Jagger when he wore it for The Rolling Stones’ free performance in Hyde Park in 1969, or as the suburban-mom floral housedress did for Kurt Cobain as he defined the iconoclastic grunge aesthetic. Styles is mischievously singing ABBA’s “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)” to himself when Mitchell calls him outside to jump up and down on a trampoline in a Comme des Garçons buttoned wool kilt. “How did it look?” asks his sister when he comes in from the cold. “Divine,” says her brother in playful Lambert-speak.

As the wide sky is washed in pink, orange, and gray, like a Turner sunset, and Mitchell calls it a successful day, Styles is playing “Cherry” from Fine Line on his Fender acoustic on the hilltop. “He does his own stunts,” says his sister, laughing. The impromptu set is greeted with applause. “Thank you, Antwerp!” says Styles playfully, bowing to the crowd. “Thank you, fashion!”

[fakeikemen]

Katara's Grief

(This is my first attempt at a meta post and I know that this has probably been already done but I just needed to get it off my chest and go on a little rant and it kinda got long so bear with me.)

A lot of the hate on Katara stems from the fact that she keeps on mentioning her mother's death at every chance she gets and invalidates other people's pain to assert that her suffering is the worst of the lot.

And even though everybody is entitled to their own opinions, I'm gonna point out why I think the aforesaid claims are not exactly correct.

First we'll take a look at; Katara's Backstory:

We know that Kya is killed in a fire nation raid and that Katara had been the last person to see her alive before she leaves the tent on her mother's insistence. Only to come back a few moments later and find her dead body. This, in itself is a traumatising event.

So yes, her mother died. Other people in the story go through far worse. You're not wrong when you say that.

But what is more important in Katara's story is the aftermath of her mother's death.

As Sokka says while talking to Toph in "The Runaway" in B3 Ep7:

Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara? She had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom.

As an eight year old, she had to force herself to grow up to step into her mother's shoes and raise herself and her elder brother and simultaneously look after the entire village after her father left to fight in the war. She had to do all of it by herself.

In face of all her responsibilities, she never really had the chance to simply be a grieving child lamenting the loss of her mother. She habituated herself to caring more about others than herself (We see this trait in the entire series as she acts as the stand-in mom friend for the entire Gaang with an exception of Suki and Zuko). She ended up bottling her feelings of grief, resentment, guilt and rage deep within herself.

She had to give up an extensive part of her childhood where most children focus on figuring themselves out, to become a mature and responsible person who was working as the immovable pillar holding up the family and even the whole village not much later.

She put up a strong front to help others and pretended to be fine even though she was hurting inside the whole time.

She could never find any closure from the situation. She never got over it.

Moving on to the criticisms:

1. Katara keeps on mentioning her mother like a broken record:

Here are the number of times Katara mentions her mother's death (not sure if that's all of it, lmk if there are any others):

1. In her first scene with Sokka

Katara: Ever since mom died, I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier!

2. A short while after she meets Aang

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother, and they could have done the same to your people.

3. A short while after she meets Haru

Katara: I lost my mother in a Fire Nation raid. This necklace is all I have left of her.

4. A short while after she meets Jet

Katara: Sokka and I lost our mother to the Fire Nation.

5. In the swamp after she sees a vision of her mother

Katara: I thought I saw Mom.

6. In the Crystal Catacombs with Zuko

Katara: I don't? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

7. A short while after she meets Hama

Katara: We completely understand. We lost our mother in a raid.

8. Repeated mentions in The Southern Raiders episode

(Most of the episode basically)

The first mention with Sokka is in the middle of a siblings' spat where she tells off Sokka for trying to act as if he were superior when it was obvious that in the face of the gaping hole that was left by Kya's sudden death, Katara had shouldered much more responsibility.

When she tells it to Aang, she uses it as a proof that the Fire Nation is capable of immense cruelty and destruction.

The Gaang travel all around the world and meet different people affected by the war in different ways. So when Haru, Jet and Hama narrate their own stories, Katara sympathises with them and talks about Kya's death in lieu of "I understand, the Fire Nation hurt me too."

After they got separated, Aang, Sokka and Katara each had their visions and after they get back together, they all mention their visions and so does Katara.

When left alone in catacombs with Zuko, whom she considered as the face of the Fire Nation— the same Fire Nation that had her mother killed and forced her father to leave to fight in the war, she has a meltdown where she rightfully accuses him of all the bad things he's done and then breaks down while talking about how the war has cost her i.e., by causing her mother's death.

The Southern Raiders is the episode where Katara hunts down the man responsible for her mother's death. If you think mentioning Kya repeatedly in this episode is uncalled for, then I don't know what to tell you.

In all the incidents mentioned above, Katara mentioning her mother's death is a very natural occurrence is the respective conversations. She mostly talks about Kya's death to either extend her sympathy or to use it as an example of the ruthlessness of the Fire Nation.

Another fact to be noted is that 70% of the Gaang's storyline is followed via Katara from a narrative point of view. Plus, being the mom-friend, she acts as the spokesperson. Considering that Kya's death is a major event that played a huge role in shaping Katara's life and is also the source of her severe, unresolved trauma, which acts as the driving force of her story, it is only natural that she brings up this topic whenever she is engaging in a deeper conversation.

It is us as the viewers who have seen her from the start and already know about her mother's death and we see her talking to multiple people about it. Which is why it might come across as repetitive to some people.

While, Kya's death is not necessary information that everyone needs to know, Katara talking about it never comes across as a forced or unnatural.

2. Katara invalidates others' pain because she thinks she has suffered the most:

First of all, if anything, Katara is the most empathetic person of them all. As the mom-friend of the group, not only is she their constant moral support, she also helps them untangle and sort out their own feelings. She is also able to tap into issues that aren't said out loud.

Instances of Katara helping and supporting Aang, emotionally are uncountable.

She is the first one to notice Sokka's sour mood in B3 Ep4 "Sokka's Master". And even though his insecurities seem baseless, she validates him (by saying "I'm sorry you're feeling so down" instead of something like "That's a dumb thing to say") and knows exactly what to do to cheer him up.

In B3 Ep7 "The Runaway" she has the insight to understand that Toph's unruly behaviour is caused by the mixed feelings she has about her parents even though Toph's herself never talked about it.

She even reaches out to Zuko in B2 Ep19 "Crossroads of Destiny" even though she used to think of him as the face of the enemy.

But then there's The Southern Raiders.

Ah yes, that episode where Katara is extremely OOC and a total b*tch.

Agreed that she said some things that she definitely shouldn't have said. But like, she's just 14?? And has been hurting on the inside since she was 8?? And pretended to be fine just for the sake of other people?? Like, there's a limit to how much she can have her shit under control?? And she did a real good job of Sokka's upbringing and taking care of the village and taking care of Gaang on her own?? Some people out there are really willing to forget everything she has ever done just because she was mean for 5 minutes?? A traumatised 14 yo shouldn't be villianised and called toxic because she got mad and lashed out at people that one time??

But here's my take on the scene anyway:

When Aang gets to know that she's going to go face her mother's killer:

Aang: Um ... and what exactly do you think this will accomplish?

Katara: I knew you wouldn't understand. 

Aang is a non-confrontational person who prefers running away from difficult situations as opposed to Katara who firmly stands her ground and is never afraid of confrontations. Katara had approached Aang only hoping that he would understand. But going by his dismissal, he obviously doesn't understand the burning need that she has to confront the man who had single-handedly destroyed her childhood. (Most people infer that what Katara means is that she thinks that Aang doesn't understand the pain of losing people. And so does Aang, I guess)

But things start getting even more tricky when:

Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet.

In all honesty, this is probably the most insensitive thing that she could've heard from anyone right then, let alone one of her closest friends. Hearing herself being compared to a homicidal maniac just because she wants to avenge her mother's killer. (No, I'm not justifying murder but there's a clear difference between homicide and avenging someone's death. And Aang may not be my favourite character but I do love him but this wasn't really a good thing to say either. And he wasn't even mentally distressed in the very least to be completely lacking tact or a filter.)

And then the situation escalates:

Sokka: Katara, she was my mother, too, but I think Aang might be right.

Katara: Then you didn't love her the way I did!

After 6 long years of Katara bottling in her dark feelings and letting them fester inside herself, she is finally letting them out and the first things she faces in a span of few minutes are outright rejection, invalidation of her feelings, comparison to a homicidal maniac and nothing akin to the unconditional support that she has provided to everybody. Her own brother tells her that he is siding with the boy who just compared her to a homicidal maniac.

Yes, accusing your own brother of not loving your mother enough is a very cruel thing to do. But both Sokka and Katara know that she doesn't entirely mean it.

But also, there is one very important factor in here:

In B3 Ep7 "The Runaway", Sokka says to Toph:

Sokka: I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly? I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there. And now, when I try to remember my mom, Katara's is the only face I can picture. 

Katara overhears this conversation just as Sokka had meant her to.

This dialogue lets us know that Sokka's coping mechanism has made him suppress all memories of Kya and replace them with memories of Katara in order to attain a semblance of normalcy.

Both Katara and Sokka had very different ways of coping with Kya's death. Katara pressed down her feelings and tried her best to pretend to ignore them while Sokka partially succeeded in forgetting her.

When Katara first hears these words she is shown to be crying. But if she were to remember these very words while she was justifying herself infront of her own brother and a close friend for wanting to avenge her mother, it would've had a negative impact on her.

In her rage, she would've thought: "Of course he doesn't want to avenge mom. Because he doesn't think it's worth it and that's because he doesn't even remember enough of her to be mad about her death."

And for someone who has spent each day of the last 6 years trying to fill in the shoes of her mother and experiencing her absence everyday, the idea of forgetting her mother is a ridiculous concept to her.

Her thoughts would have quickly derailed to: "He didn't love her enough to remember her."

In light of these thoughts, saying "Then you didn't love her the way I did" doesn't feel out of the blue.

No, I am definitely not justifying what she said, I'm just laying out a possible explanation to why she said what she said.

Yes, she should've apologized to Sokka for this and I think that they definitely should've had a long conversation about their mother's death and how it affected them. Between Katara supressing her feelings and Sokka supressing his memories, i don't think they ever had this conversation.

But sadly we are given neither of these scenes.

Tl;dr: Everytime Katara mentions her mother, it's with good reason and I don't think it's fair to call a character toxic when they lack a mind to mouth filter for 5 minutes and say some mean things. And considering all that Katara has done for everybody, it isn't fair at all.

Peace out!

[arrivalatdawn]

Could you write a smut regarding an extremely intimidating rosé

The sharpest thorn is one that doesn’t cut you, or so they say.

It might not happen right away, but there is a dark side to all good things. Such a thought does not occur to you one peaceful morning at home with your girlfriend, Kim Jisoo. Ever the one to have an unwavering bright, bubbly personality, she suggests a lazy beginning to the day. While you imagined being wrapped under the blankets and bedsheets with her on top of you as you exchanged sweet kisses, Jisoo had something else in mind.

“... and you wanted to go out today, wasting a perfectly good day off.” she said in a soft tone as she released your cock out of her warm and wet mouth. She stroked you slowly, thoroughly spreading her saliva all over your shaft. “We haven’t had a day to ourselves in months.”

She plants a kiss on the tip of your cock before sticking her tongue out and moving it in a clockwise direction. Her thin fingers remain wrapped around your base, feeling it pulse in her palm as she continues to move it up and down. While her voice had a cheerfulness to it, you especially loved its lower, huskier register during more intimate times. She did it first as a joke, but realized how much it aroused you after your first month of dating. From then on, Jisoo chose to speak in a deeper tone whenever you two were alone.

“I’m gonna make sure you can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

Jisoo is currently on the floor of her bedroom as she gives you a stimulating pleasure. Your hands find their way to her dark colored locks, tucking loose strands behind her ears and away from her face as she continues using her mouth to satisfy you. Beautiful was an understatement to describe Jisoo - she was elegant, a graceful side to her that was usually overshadowed by her playful clumsiness. She was surprised when you confessed to her your feelings, believing you only hungout with her in order to get closer to her friend, Jennie Kim.

“Didn’t you already do that yesterday?” you teased.

Jisoo pouted, puffing her cheeks as you noticed a change in her eyes. The bright shininess to them remained, but were replaced with a cloudy lust. Her lips formed a sinful smile as she puckered them and kissed your tip once more.

“That was nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”

A needy moan escapes your lips as Jisoo takes your cock back inside her mouth. You looked down and saw your favorite sight - her silky smooth brunette hair bobbing up and down as you enter and exit her with ease thanks to her earlier lubrication. Both of your hands hold onto the sides of her head, guiding her movements while your fingers play run through strands of her hair. The both of you were very much enjoying the simple performance she was putting on.

You planned on going downstairs right away and surprising Jisoo with breakfast. It seemed she had the same thought, albeit a bit different kind of nourishment compared to the one you were going to prepare.

Jisoo has taken you inside her mouth a plethora of times - some even during inconspicuous circumstances. And while she perfected the basic techniques, which ones she emphasizes and doesn’t seems to change each time. Saliva is wet; a common knowledge statement. But Jisoo surprises you. Some days she’ll use a lot and want it to be as sloppy as possible. Others, she’ll use just enough in order to make sure both of you are satisfied. She’ll put on red lipstick before sucking your cock, knowing you enjoy being marked by her full lips all over your body and especially your shaft. The tight seal they form around your base as she takes your entire length inside her mouth. Her tongue - which can be fully flattened and add another layer of pleasure to your underside, or twirl around your tip and send shivers down your spine. Whatever method she used, Jisoo knew you loved it.

Both male and female friends knew you and Jisoo were inseperable, with many commenting about her beauty and how much more radiant she became after dating you. They would tease you, saying that wedding bells would be ringing any day now. The two of you brushed it off, knowing it will happen when the time is right. And as your wandering thoughts returned to your cock inside Jisoo’s mouth, you were mainly delighted to call her yours.

Jisoo removes her mouth from your shaft, watching in satisfaction as it glistens with her saliva as it dribbles down her cheek and your tip before falling onto the floor below. Her hand returns its grip onto your cock as she tilts her head and focuses her attention on your balls. You feel jolts of pleasure in your spine as she takes you into her mouth one at a time. She sucks on each, moving her tongue in a back and forth motion before letting it out with a loud pop.

The two of you remained relatively silent, with the exception of your moans and Jisoo sloppily sucking your cock. She hollows her cheeks as much as possible, turning her lips into a suction that feels sinfully delicious. She looks up at you with her large, glassy eyes - they provided a calming sense as she wrinkled her nose cutely and her eyes became crescents when she returned to orally pleasuring you.

Jisoo wastes no time with foreplay, as evidenced by the feeling of the tip of your cock hitting her throat. You feel her nose on the base of your shaft. She had been practicing deepthroating you the past several months; it seems to have paid off as your cock slowly goes in and out of her wanton mouth. Her freshly manicured nails dig into the skin of your thighs, a temporary pain compared to the pleasure you were currently receiving. Her eyes begin to glisten with tears as both of your hands hold onto her head and are guided by her own movements.

“Fuck…” you said, finally breaking the stalemate between you two.

“Isn’t this a better way to spend the day?” she said, smiling sweetly at you.

“No…”

“No…?” Jisoo breathed out, as your cock was inside her mouth. She gave you a soft warning bite, seemingly trying to say to choose your words carefully.

“No… because you’re not riding me.”

Jisoo giggles, her tongue sending a pleasant vibration on the underside of your shaft. Releasing you from her mouth, she gives your tip a deep kiss before rising up between your legs. You wrap your arms around her waist, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before the two of you climb onto the bed. She straddles your lap with her wide hips, winking at you playfully before grabbing your hard cock and placing its tip at her entrance. She stroked you, smacking your tip against her slightly drenched pussy. You loved how tight Jisoo was - her wet, velvety slick walls wrapping around your shaft as she fully lowered your body  until you were inside her. Her erotically charged moan, coupled with her husky tone aroused you to no end.

“You wanted to deny a whole day of feeling this inside me to go on a date?” she said in a cute yet angry tone.

You savored the feeling of Jisoo’s body being impaled with your own as the morning light sneakily entered through the crack of the blinds. She was right, sharing an intimate moment with her was indeed always the right call.

--

They say no one drink tastes exactly alike.

No matter the ingredients being the exact same - the temperature in the air, the way the fruits are cut up, whether the drink is shaken or stirred, the number of or lack thereof of ice cubes, was the glass chilled or not, did the bartender use their hand or wrist when pouring out the mixed liquid, even the experience of the bartender. These are just some of the many things to take into consideration when ordering a drink.

It was supposed to be another relaxing evening at home.

When you got the phone call - and subsequent doorbell awakening to come out to the club with Jennie Kim, you turned her down immediately. Unfortunately, she never takes no for an answer. And so, here you are at one of the hottest nightclubs in town despite barely being open for a few months.

The bright, various colored lights. The bouncer who let scantily clad women in for free, some pulling down the top of their dress to do so. A haze of intoxicated people with more money than they know what to do with and a loud, ear-shattering bass are what greets you the moment you and Jennie enter.

She is immediately met with copious amounts of eyes staring at her - both men and women. Wearing the shortest, tightest dress she owned and letting her milk chocolate colored hair flow down her beautiful shoulders, Jennie Kim commanded attention from the busy club’s nighttime patrons. She puckered her lips, batting her freshly curled eyelashes and winking at those within her range of vision. The dark eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow complimented her cat-like gaze. Jennie knew she was a tease - loving to get a rouse out of people drooling for her. Making them even more jealous, she linked arms with you before blowing a kiss and walking away.

“Do we really have to be here? I was kinda sleeping, you know.” You said, handing Jennie an overpriced bottle of water before taking your jacket off and draping it over her thighs.

“Thank you, oppa.” She twists the plastic cap and takes a large swig of the bottle. Letting out a satisfied hum, she crossed her legs and stared at you. You were wearing a plain white tee and joggers - an outfit that was able to double as something to wear outside and as pajamas. A small frown was plastered on your face as you looked around at groups of people enjoying their youth, while destroying their livers in the process.

“Oppa, stop being a boring old grandpa. These are the prime years of our lives!” Jennie said.

“Jen, we’re almost in our late 20’s. This may have been cute four years ago, but I don't exactly want to be 35 and still doing this stuff.”

“So you think going to bed by 8 PM on a Friday night is normal for someone our age?”

“It certainly beats being here. I get to be comfortable at home and binge watch tv shows while eating whatever I want.”

“Has that been helping you get over Jisoo unnie?”

You immediately shot Jennie an icy cold glare. She was temporarily surprised, but managed to keep her composure.

“Don’t give me that look. I know it hasn’t been easy, but I don’t want you to waste your life away over her.”

--

Kim Jisoo. Someone who meant the whole world to you. The very same person who took it all away instantly, doing so by leaving a card on her side of your bed one morning. 

Oppa,

I’m sorry.

By the time you read this, I would have already been gone. You have every right to hate me. But… this dream. It's something I can't give up. I won't know unless I take this risk.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Thank you, oppa. For all of the love you've given me these past four years.

Love, Jisoo

Rain was not the only thing pouring outside your window as you reread her message over and over.

--

“It's been a year, oppa. It's time to move on. She has.”

“People go at their own pace, Jen.”

“I know that. But I can't stand seeing you devolve into a homebody who cries watching chick flicks and eating ice cream out of the container.”

“You were the one who brought it over!”

“Anyways! We are here to find you a new bang.” Jennie confidently said, wrapping her arm around you. “So what are you feeling, my boy? Blonde? Brunette? Nice rack? Fat ass? Baby making hips?”

“Everyday you stray further from the light.” You said, shaking your head as you covered your face. “Remind me again how are we best friends?”

“If we aren't best friends, then I'm not a girl who measures a guy’s hotness by guessing their dick size.”

“Have you ever guessed correctly?”

“Many times. Although this one guy ended up packing more than I thought he would.”

“There are countless hot women here. It's a club. How exactly do you propose I find someone? You know I can't really talk to women well. Especially after the last one.”

“Ah, yes. Who could forget the classic: ‘H-Hi. You. Me. S-Sex.’ Real smooth, Casanova.”

“This is your idea of a pep talk? Some wingman you are.”

“That's because I'm a wingwoman. Now…” Jennie said as she winked, pointing her finger as she moved the two of you across the copious amount of people in the club. “What poor soul gets the unfortunate chance to be your pity bang.”

“Hey! I'm going home if you're gonna be like this.” You said, standing up and preparing to leave.

“Fine, fine!” Jennie said, holding onto your shoulders and pushing you back down on the couch. “You're no fun, oppa.”

You ignored her, crossing your arms as you put on the meanest sulk you could muster.

“You're so cute when you're angry.” She said, pinching your cheek as you snorted a puff of air.

“Why don't you talk to her?” Jennie continued, pointing to a lone woman sitting at the bar.

The woman was far away, but her sitting posture gave off an intimidating vibe. Her long, brunette hair flowed almost past her seat. The two of you watched as she fended off various men trying to get her attention. You looked to Jennie and sighed.

“Her? She just rejected like seven guys. Some of them were pretty handsome too.” you said.

“Yeah, that’s… weird. I wonder why she rejected both seven and nine incher.” Jennie said, frowning as she formed a check sign under her chin with her thumb and index finger. “Although she did a good job at shooing away those last two. They were easily four inches.”

“Would you stop incorrectly guessing penis size and focus! How am I supposed to talk to her?”

“Relax, oppa. It’s all about confidence. Put your foot down and show her you’re not willing to take no for an answer.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.” Jennie nodded.

“Really? Because the last time I did that, I was met with a drink in the face and various women nearby staring at me like I was a pervert.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Almost peed myself from laughing so hard.”

“I’m glad my love life amuses you. Some best friend you are.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You can do this, oppa!” Jennie said, startling you by suddenly standing up. “Now go over there and get some fresh booty! … and maybe get me a drink while you’re at it.” The sudden change in tone by her last sentence caused you to raise an eyebrow and shake your head.

Jennie smacks your butt, squeezing a cheek firmly before pushing you away. Brushing the nonexistent dirt off your body, you timidly approached the counter. The bartender is putting on a show, holding multiple bottles at once as he pours various colored liquids into the stainless steel jigger.

The woman Jennie graciously scouted out for you looked elegant. She wore a bright red cocktail dress that showed off her long legs and soft looking thighs. Her pinky was extended as she elegantly sipped on a green colored martini. Her side profile looked like something from the front page spread of a magazine cover. You ended up staring at her a bit too long - something she noticed right away.

“It’s not polite to stare at a woman, you know.” she stated.

Her cold tone and exotic accent sent shivers down your spine. She looked like she belonged to the wealthy elite, while you were just an average person out of their element. The loud music and various patrons clinking their glasses to a celebratory night out were nothing compared to the beauty before you.

“If you’re here to buy me a drink, don’t. Seven guys have already tried. I’m not interested.” she said, taking another sip of her mixed drink.

“I-I’m not.” you said, stammering. You mentally slapped yourself, knowing this conversation was going to go down the same path as every other one you had with a woman.

“Really?” she asked, finally turning her direction at you. Her dark, jet black hair matched the same color of her eyeshadow. It flowed beautifully, not a single one out of place. She equipped herself with light facial makeup, only the slightest hint of BB cream and powder. Her thin, cherry red colored lips giving off the tiniest hint of a smirk.

“Your hot friend over there seems to think I’d be the perfect booty call for you.”

You tensed up. She had you read out and it hadn’t even been a full five minutes. A bead of sweat trailed down your face as you pulled on the collar of your shirt. You began to prepare yourself for the rejection that was beginning to loom.

“She doesn’t seem to be able to talk softly. Probably a screamer in bed, too.”

“J-Jennie’s just a -”

“So tell me, handsome. What was her master plan? To get you to hit on me under the disguise of getting her a drink? And just like that I’m supposed to drop my panties for you?”

Every word the woman said to you was as ice cold as the ice the bartender was mixing drinks with. Despite this, her erotic accent keeps you wanting to hear more from her. It filled you with untapped courage. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, your expression changed as you slowly approached her.

“She wanted me to get over this girl I was in love with. Said you’d be the perfect rebound bang.” you said, taking the drink out of her hand and twisting the glass before sipping. It tasted sweet. Strawberry, with the unmistakable taste of vodka. The drink matched its owner - strong, yet having a playful side to it.

“I always ask for three shots instead of one.” she simply stated as she noticed your face grimacing, unfazed by your actions.

“Good to know.” you said, returning the drink in front of her.

“And what makes this slutty friend of yours think I’m easy?”

“Her legs are never closed. Figured she’d be a good judge of character.” you said. The alcohol seemed to be working, as you began to grow confident and matched the way she was speaking to you.

She smirked. “These losers wouldn’t even be worth me slapping them in the face. Do you really think you have what it takes to take me home?”

You took her hand and got her out of the chair. Running your fingers through her soft, silky hair, you gently tucked several loose strands behind her ear before holding her by the waist.

“There’s nothing better than wanting what you can’t have.” you whispered into her ear gently, your hand roaming down her dress. You blew a soft puff of air, your palm feeling the curvature of her bottom as you squeezed it. The faintest moan escaped her lips as she quickly tried to maintain her composure.

“Drunk already after one sip?” She said. Your gaze remained locked with each other. Her eyes were beady, yet pools of pure seduction. A light tint of red was evident on her cheeks, she clearly had more than one martini. As you processed what she just said, you realized she was right. You were drunk. But it was not from the one sip of alcohol you had from her. No, this was different. You were intoxicated by the beautiful woman you just met. And as your hand still rested on her bottom, it seemed she was also interested in you.

“What do you say?” you asked, bringing your other hand to her face. As you rubbed her cheek gently, you traced the back of your finger on it.  “Your bedsheets sound a lot more fun than anything else going on here.”

The woman takes a sip of her martini, moving the bottom of the glass around on the table to swirl the mixed drink. She seemed to be deep in thought, pondering your words carefully.

“Sure, why not. Beats getting hit on by any of these losers.” she said nonchalantly.

You smirked, squeezing her cheek once more.

“You won’t regret it.”

As she grabbed her designer bag and walked away from the bar, you looked at Jennie who was in bewilderment at what she just witnessed. You flashed her a peace sign before using your thumb and pinky and bring it to your ear, silently letting her know you’ll call afterwards and tell her everything. She smiles in response, showing you her own peace sign as you exit the club.

--

The taxi ride to your place came and went like the calm before a storm. It didn’t take long for the two of you to remove your shoes. Your hands find their way back to her waist, gently holding her in your arms. As the two of you exchanged lust-filled stares, you lower your head and are mere inches away from her face before she turns her head and steers clear of you.

“I’m not that easy…” she said.

“Didn’t take you to be it at all.” you replied. The intoxicating aroma of her perfume combined with the built up desire you had for this woman caused you to want her more.

She removes both straps of her dress, watching you slightly drool as they flow down her soft looking shoulders and fall onto the ground. You take notice of her lack of undergarments, revealing a painfully tight body before you. She was fairly petite, yet had a decent curvature to her. You preferred a woman with wider hips and thighs, but this woman’s model-like body and cute round butt were beginning to make you a believer.

She helps you remove your shirt, before yanking off your pants and boxer briefs simultaneously. She is greeted with your cock already erect. Her fingers are cold to the touch, a nice juxtaposition to your shaft that was warm. She bit her lower lip and looked at you.

“Not bad… I’ve had better, though.” she said calmly.

“And yet you seem to be enjoying mine…” you replied, tracing her outer lips with two of your fingers. You took notice of a colorless liquid beginning to leak out, rubbing it between your thumb and index finger. “It would look even better inside your mouth.”

She squeezes your cock tightly. “No, you are going to look better eating my pussy.”

The woman pushes you onto your bed before raising her hips and locking her thighs onto either side of your head. Her pussy was delightfully wonderful. Bright pink, glistening lips and containing a nostalgic aroma to it. Your hands found their way to her bottom, which seemed to be their designated resting place over the course of  the evening. The moment her hips lowered onto your face, you were greeted with the flesh between her legs.

“Oh, fuck…” she said, releasing a long, satisfied moan. You began by kissing the inner apex of her thighs, each crease soft to the touch. It doesn’t take long before you are giving her pussy long, slow licks. Her body squirms above you as quickly captured her clit and swirled your tongue around it. Despite her cold demeanor, it seemed like she really needed this - her juices flow out abundantly as you slowly eat her out.

“Fuck! Right there… Oh, fuck…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she held onto the headboard of your bed. She grinds on your face, her pussy pressing against your mouth as she seeks more and more pleasure desperately. You are happy she is satisfied, consuming the bittersweet juices that pour into your mouth.

She tries to turn her body around but you held her hips waist firmly in place. You aren’t able to see, but you were sure her eyes began to flutter in pleasure as she relishes the feeling of your tongue on her clit. Her butt is soft to the touch, even more so now without her pesky silk dress covering it.

“K-Keep eating that pussy… oh fuck…!”

She was unable to announce her abrupt orgasm. The only signal you were able to receive was her body quivering slightly before violently shaking as its force takes her by surprise. Her pussy releases a copious amount of fresh juices into your willing mouth. You stick your tongue out, having grown accustomed to her delicious taste. Her moans continue on as you feel her juices slowly drip down your mouth and chin. Your tongue twirls around her clit as her orgasm slowly winds down. Giving her wet pussy a few final licks, your head being released from the grip of her thighs.

Before you could even get the chance to speak, she dismounts your face before quickly mounting your crotch. She gives your cock several painfully slow strokes before lining your tip at her entrance. You can’t help but feel nostalgic, thinking of how Jisoo would do the very same thing to you. And while Jisoo loved to tease you, running the tip of your cock between her lips, this woman was different. She quickly lowers her hips until you are fully inside her.

Jisoo was the tightest woman you’ve ever been with - or so you thought. Before you was a new challenger, someone who could compete for the throne, should there ever be one for how tight a pussy could feel. Both of you let out a satisfied moan as you enter her for the very first time. Her juices coated your cock instantly, while her walls seemed like they would refuse to let you go.

“Fuck…” she said, letting out a mixture of a scream and a laugh. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The woman’s tight body felt wonderful, something nothing else could come close to replicating. She places her hands on top of yours, bringing them upwards and resting them on her petite chest. She was far from busty, but was big enough to fit in the palm of your hand, something you were thankful for.

You fondled them, massaging her chest before bringing her hardening nipples in between your index finger and thumb. She plants her hands firmly on your own chest until she raises her hips and starts to ride you.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her pussy grabbing onto your cock tightly as she began to take you in and out of her wanton body.

Her hips, thighs and waist were all working in tandem to extract the most pleasure out of you for her own satisfaction. She was tight - something that you repeated to yourself over and over like a broken record. The feeling of it was overwhelming, as you sat on the bed unable to move from the pleasure she was giving you.

“Oh fuck…” you said, the burning desire for the woman on top of you evident through your words.

“You like my pussy, don’t you?” she said, knowing full well what your answer would be. “I bet it’s the tightest you’ve ever had.”

“Fuck yes…” you moaned.

Your words seemed to please her as she grinds her hips against yours. Her hot, wet flesh has quickly made you wish to never leave its comfort as you feel her tight butt smack your thighs. She makes sure to raise her hips until only your tip is inside her before slamming back down onto you.

A few hours ago you two were mere strangers yet here she was, using you for her own pleasure. She puts on a show while riding you, her erotic moans and vulgar words dripping with pure lust create a harmonious symphony for your ears as does her best to chase her euphoric high.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum again. I’m going to cum on your cock. Fuck. Yes… yes! Oh, fuck!”

Her second orgasm of the night was no less violent than the first. She arches her back as her body squirms on top of yours. Her toes curled up in pleasure as you felt her nails dig into your chest. Her pussy tightened around your cock, almost painfully so. You felt it pulsing in delayed intervals as she buried your shaft deep inside her. Both of you savored the feeling of her orgasm. It takes her slightly longer to recover compared to her first orgasm. Her body is quivering slightly with aftershocks as you move her hips up and down your own.

“N-No… stop, I’m still sensitive.” she said, holding on your chest for support.

Her pussy clenches against your cock, seemingly wanting more. Your eyes involuntarily shut as you savor the pleasure of her tight walls gripping your length. You noticed she was exhausted, as a thin layer of sweat glistened on her milky skin. Her body on the other hand, had other plans. She began to slowly grind against you, preparing herself to ride you once more. She moves her hips in a circular motion, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her.

“You haven’t cum yet…” she said. “Is my pussy not good enough for you?”

“N-No… yours is the tightest I’ve ever had.”

“Then why haven’t you cum yet?” her voice increased in frustration.

She dismounted your lap, getting on her hands and knees in front of you.

“Come here and fuck me like you mean it.”

Little effort is required on your part to enter her pussy once more. She wags her butt cutely, teasing you. Both of you moaned as her walls hugged you tightly. You leave your tip inside her before thrusting back inside. 

Her body mirrored your bed and rocked back and forth in pleasure. Each entry into her tight pussy felt different, providing you an insatiable lust. You felt her round ass cheeks bounce against your crotch with each thrust.

Her soft gasps and moans rapidly increased in volume as her tight, hot body was an outlet for your desires.

“Fuck… fuck me harder.” she gasped.

You weren’t able to reply, too clouded by the pleasure to focus on anything else but her body and your need to fill her. Both of you relish in the moment as you fuck her and give her what she wanted. You reach for her damp hair and hold it in your hands, raising her body and pulling her head back. She moaned as your thrusts increase in speed until the bed is violently creaking from how hard you were fucking her.

“Fuck… fuck! I’m-”

Despite her exhaustion, her pussy clenches around your cock tightly as she cums for the third time of the night. Moans and gasps filled your room as her mouth is agape from the pleasure. She regretfully removes you from her body before she gets you to stand up on wobbly knees.

She strokes you furiously, the heat caused by the friction of her hand against your cock provided a tingling sensation. She had little care for how fast she was going, using her free hand to massage your balls in anticipation of what was about to come.

“Cum all over my face.”

She picked up the pace and stroked you even faster until you moaned loudly and erupted all over her face. She smiled wickedly as her eyes instinctively shut as you coated her soft features with thick, hot ropes of semen. The first shot hit her forehead and hair while your toes curled from the pleasure. Your next release hit her cute nose and ridiculously soft looking cheeks. The pressure she had built up inside you was finally alleviated. She continued to massage your balls until she felt you had nothing left.

Her smile was a wonderful juxtaposition to the mess you just created on her face. She stuck her tongue out and cleaned your cock, removing the last few remnants of your load that dribbled from your tip.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

[doiedreams]

Order Up ◈ z.cl

brought to you by the Neo’clock Past and Future New Years event by @nct-writers

◈⇢ Synopsis: During a busy shift at the Neo Drive-In Diner, your crush from school, Zhong Chenle, and his popular group of friends pull up. They order food, as expected, but Chenle has another request for you.

◈⇢ Genre: Fluff, 1950s AU, high school AU, retro drive-in diner

◈⇢Pairing: High school crush!Chenle x Waitress!reader (fem)

◈⇢ Warnings: many mentions of food

PLEASE NOTE: Per usual with my fics, Tumblr duplicated a paragraph. Please don’t mind it :) thank you!

⇢ [EDIT: it deleted a paragraph too D: Tumblr, apologize >:(]

⇢ [EDIT: lmao nvm I fixed it ayee 😎]

◈⇢ WC: 1.6k words

“Order up!”

Sighing at the call of yet another order, you adjust your pink roller skates before gliding over to the counter to collect the finished order from one of the cooks who’s clearly had a long shift, as you could tell from the tone of his voice. Through the noises of the busy kitchen with burgers grilling, french fries sizzling, and fellow carhop waitresses skating back and forth from inside the kitchen to the vehicles parked outside, you could still make out the lyrics to Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock playing from the speakers.

“I sure would be delighted with your company,” you sing along, “Come on ‘n do the Jailhouse Rock with me.”

“Y/n! Hurry up already!” You jump at the sound of the head waitress’ voice, interrupting your mini sing-along. Straightening your posture, you say, “Yes ma’am.” 

Balancing two trays of food on your left arm, you read the written order in your right. Light blue Ford Thunderbird, 2 bacon cheeseburger meals, 2 strawberry milkshakes. You skate out the door, careful not to drop the trays of food, and pass by a row of cars until you see the light blue convertible the meals belonged to. Displaying your brightest smile and cheeriest voice, you stop at the side of the car and read, “Two bacon cheeseburger meals with a pair of strawberry milkshakes?”

The older couple in the vehicle nodded their heads. “That’s us,” the man in the driver’s seat stated. You pass over their meals and napkins, collect the money, and wish them a good meal before heading back into the kitchen.

It’s been a very busy shift, considering it’s a Saturday afternoon, and it’s definitely kept you on your toes. On days like this, you’re especially thankful for the swift and easy transportation you’re provided by the roller skates you and the other waitresses are ordered to wear with your uniform - a collared button-down top, a poodle skirt, and a half apron. And of course you can’t forget the perky little hat with your restaurant’s logo on it. The smell of the food, the laughter, the rock music playing on the radio, and the feel of the wind blowing by you on your skates as your skirt swayed in the wind - it all makes this job worthwhile.

Before you reach the doors to go back inside, a honking noise behind you stops you in your tracks. You turn toward the car pulling up in an empty spot and prepare to take their order. Hurriedly, you pat down your uniform trying to find your notepad tucked away somewhere in one of the pockets. Although distracted, you decide to waste no time and get right into your introduction while still searching for the notepad. “Hi there and thank you for stopping at Neo’s Drive-In Diner, the finest carhop service in-“

“Well if it isn't Y/N L/N.” You’re interrupted by the voice of one of the most popular boys at your high school.

Looking up, you meet the eyes of Lee Jeno, sitting in the passenger’s seat, and give him a polite smile. “That’s me. It’s good to see you, Jeno.”

“Hey.” Behind the wheel, and closest to you, sat Zhong Chenle, the boy you’ve been crushing on since you’ve met him. With his elbow propped up on the car door, he greets you with his charming smile.

“Hey,” you respond, smiling a little too hard. You turn towards the back of the car and wave at his other two friends, Jisung and Jaemin. The four of them, as well as a few other friends that complete their clique, are the most talked about kids in your high school. Although you don’t consider yourself popular at all, you have grown a bit of a friendship with Chenle, who you’ve just recently started growing comfortable speaking to on a regular basis. With your budding friendship with Chenle, you’ve also grown closer with his popular group of friends.

“Nice wheels,” Chenle complimented, pointing at your skates.

Flattered, you giggle and thank him. “And you too! What is that, a ‘57 Chevrolet Corvette?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ah, so you know your cars, huh? Impressive.”

“I do see a whole lot of ‘em these days, ” you say, gesturing towards the several automobiles around you.

Flashing his incredibly attractive smile, Chenle beams at you, making you shyly look down at your skates while adjusting the collar of your uniform.

“Uh, yeah... enough of the flirting. This is my ride by the way. He’s just driving it ‘cause he begged me to let him,” Jeno laughs, ignoring Chenle’s hard glare. “He thinks he’s hip now since he got his license the other day.”

“Well, you look like you were made for the driver’s seat,” you wink at him, somehow hiding the shock you felt at the unexpected boost of confidence you just displayed. Raising the notepad you finally found in the waistband of your skirt, you ask, “What can I get you, boys?”

“What’re you doing talking to those dreamboats over there?” your friend and coworker Molly says, nudging your side with her elbow as you both stood in the kitchen waiting for your next deliveries.

“Just... talking,” you say, eyeing her.

“Isn’t that Chenle and his crew?”

You turn to look out the window and see Chenle running his hand through his hair, checking himself out in the side view mirror of the car. He and his friends were singing along to the radio while waiting for their food. Something about Chenle in his varsity cardigan and slacks, sitting in the front seat of a shiny, red convertible was so attractive to you.

“Yup, that’s them.”

“When’re you gonna ask Chenle out?” she says with a smirk.

You turn towards her, wide-eyed. “What?! What makes you think I wanna ask him out?”

She shrugs and raises her hands in defense. “I dunno. It couldn’t possibly be because of the countless times you’ve been caught staring at him in geography class.” You glare at the evident sarcasm in her tone. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to ask out someone as dreamy as him.”

“Exactly. I’m sure someone already has and he’s not available for me to ask out anyways. Hell, he may even have a date later tonight.”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Whatever, y/n. I find that real hard to believe. He seems into you.”

You gape at her, unconvinced, and look back out the window where you met Chenle’s gaze. You quickly hide your face, wondering if he was really staring at you or looking for someone with their orders to speed up.

“Order up! Red Chevrolet Corvette. Four burger and fries combos. Four Coca-Colas.”

Molly pats your back and you take that as a cue to pick up their orders and deliver them. At the counter, you grab all four meals and shuttle them out to the car with ease. As you approach the car, the boys cheer, hoot, and holler at the arrival of their food, turning the heads of the customers in the surrounding vehicles.

“Alright, alright,” you laugh, as you begin to quiet them down, passing out the trays. As soon as they receive their meals, they begin digging in like animals, except for Chenle who was taking out his wallet to pay you.

“Here. Keep the change,” he says, placing the money in your hand as you feel a much heavier amount than expected. Before you can object to the extra pay, he says, “Oh, and I have something to ask you”, leaning closer to you from his seat, separating himself from the noise his friends were making.

“What’s up?”

“So, we’re planning on watching A Night To Remember at the drive-in cinema later tonight. If you want, we can pick you up after your shift and drive over there together. We might even go bowling after the movie. I mean, you don’t have to, of course. I know these guys can be a bit wild but Jeno’s bringing a date anyways and you wouldn’t even have to talk to the others if you don’t wanna-” He stops himself, noting the shocked expression on your face. “I’m sorry…”

“No! No, no need to be sorry for anything, I just- I- You want me to come with you?” you question.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, with a hopeful look on his face. “I know taking a girl out on a date typically doesn’t involve rowdy friends, but uh-”

“A date? Chenle, I’d be glad to be your date under any circumstances,” you say, smiling widely at the offer.

“Really? Sweet! I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours.”

“Sounds good!”

You could hardly hide your excitement. You skate twice as fast back to the kitchen and almost forget you’re still on the job. As soon as you find Molly, you share the news of your date with Chenle and the both of you nearly squeal with delight before Molly is called to take another order. Turning around, watching her skate out the door, you make eye contact with Chenle who must have seen you freak out with Molly just seconds earlier.

You stand there staring at him, frozen and slightly embarrassed, and he stares back with his burger up to his mouth. After a few seconds of unbroken eye contact, he starts laughing. His laughter immediately brings a smile to your face and soon enough, you’re laughing with him through the window. His friends begin to wonder what he’s laughing at and why, and you see the expression on Chenle’s face shift once the boys start teasing him and laughing. Now that it’s his turn to be embarrassed, you find the exchange quite hilarious. Watching him made the grin on our face stretch from ear to ear.

“You better not be flirting with customers on the job, young lady.” The head waitress said from behind you, reeling you back into the present.

“Order up!”

a/n: thank you for reading hehe :3