#someone did it to bruno when he was 12 and he has passed on that tradition

[konodimada]

Tbh the fact that Mista wasn’t too shocked when Abbachio whipped it out and pissed in the teapot and the fact that everyone was so shocked when Giorno “drank” the tea makes me think that this is a hazing ritual they do and they’ve all been given the Piss Teacup.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

The burn of the jungle hearts au

Au summary: everybody has their own personal magic, whether you are someone like a madrigal(where your magic was given to you by a miracle) or just a regular person you have PERSONAL magic that's yours and yours only. In Bruno's case, his own magic popped out of him at the best time but here's more context

He was only 5, only 5 when he got this...this gift? could he call it that? it was more of a curse, a nuisance, a burden even. Bruno, now 12 yrs old standing in the middle of the forest, eyes red from crying. Some kids were following close behind Bruno then one got closer and wrapped one of his arms around him pretending to be a friend in the eyes of the villagers but there was no kind intent in that boy's heart. After the boys had him far enough away from the village the boy named Rujo pushed him down and demanded a vision. Bruno saying no was the worst word he could say. Rujo gave him 10 seconds to run while he grabbed his pocket knife and the other did the same. 

Bruno, choosing life, ran for his life to the nearby forest. For years Alma said to never go near the forest because of the many attempts of him trying but right now he really didn’t have much of a choice. Once Bruno made it into the forest he still kept running thinking that they would soon catch up to him, they did but Bruno wasn't having it.

Something awakened in him something...different. the air around started to change, the warm summer breeze turned into cold bitter wind circling around encanto. dark clouds circled encanto making it look like it was night.

Rujo looked up at the sky in confusion and so did his gang. when he looked back at Bruno fear struck his body in the most horrible way.

Different wasn't the word to use....powerful and angry is more like it. Bruno's eyes glowed bright green, sharp lower and top fangs, the nails on his fingers were sharp and green like his vision tablets. the most frightening thing was his posture, he was on all fours ready to pounce like a panther and so he did. He punched right on rujo who was so confused and scared.

Bruno wanted to hurt him he really did want to but what good would that do? a boy was about to run but the earth under him didn't allow it and grew a vine around his legs so he couldn't go anywhere and it rapped vines around the boy's mouth so he couldn't scream as well and did the same for the other boys.

Bruno was confused by the action but focused on the squirming rujo. before he could do anything rujo cut him in the face with his knife. The earth(you could say) wasn't having it and quickly rapped vines around his legs and covered up his mouth. Bruno walked towards him and crouched down beside him

"d...don't ever bother me a-again, and t..that goes for the rest of you" he said with a angry and shaky voice pointed at the other boys.

The vines let the boys go and they all ran in different directions(all of which were either towards encanto or further in the forest) rujo went further in the forest just trying to get away from bruno

after they all ran off the clouds lifted and the wind was stead once again. Bruno was feeling light-headed and began walking towards Encanto but before he could take another step he passed out luckily someone found him and took him back to alma. his physical traits disappeared before that point.

age 20:

Bruno leaves for the outside world as a result he finds other families looking for a new place to call home too. While doing so Bruno’s power is still growing out of him whether he likes it or not because it does know what’s best for him. He tries his best to cover it up but having large fangs, slit eyes, and random spots aren’t that hideable, and one day he just stopped trying. Luckily that was the day a bunch of raiders came upon the group and took them as hostages at a nearby camp where other villagers were taken. Not wanting anyone to get hurt Bruno waited until he was brought to a secluded area and…you could say he “unleashed the beast”.

 They were brought to the camp at about 7 and it was 8 pm when some of the villagers were put in prisons or tents that were guarded by raiders. Bruno was put in prison with 3 other women, 2 of which he knew. It was the perfect time for Bruno to release his true self and get out. The metal bars were hard to get through if you were a regular person but Bruno isn’t a regular person so he broke through using very tough bark-like vines to bend the bars apart. The reason this worked is that he has practically been holding in his magic for 6 - 7 years so the magic is at supercharge and very happy that it’s being used.  

Raider by raider Bruno took them out either by his own strength and fighting techniques or his magic by ripping them apart and strangling them with vines. Since Bruno’s magic is sort of nature-based he was practically causing a storm out of his frustration and irritation. The people that were following were helping out too. Some were fighting along with him and some were freeing other captives while the others were causing a distraction. After half of the raiders were either killed or knocked out Bruno calmed himself down and so did the storm. Some of the villagers put two and two together and realized it was him that was controlling the storm and the plants as for the other villagers…complete shock and confused about the man in front of them but also relieved that they were free from those horrible people. 

It was very awkward for him when everyone kept staring at him but it was HIS magic so he stopped caring immediately and plopped down on his knees. While doing so a woman walked towards and sat down next to him gesturing that she needed his left arm because he was bleeding. She ripped up some of her skirts and wrapped them around his arm like a bandage. After that, some of the villagers trusted them while others still kept their distance Bruno understood why though. He was a 7ft man with fangs, claws, and glowing eyes. He would be a little afraid of someone who looked like that too. While traveling everyone comes across a bunch of old temple ruins and tree fruit such as apricots, nectarines, peaches, and sour cherries. They were all of different heights and widths. None were stable to live in but with time they could be. 

Bruno had an idea to climb a tree to see if there were any nearby villages…it wasn’t and the mountains didn’t help at all. He climbed back down and told everyone the news. Everybody was devastated but atleast they had some food to eat. Bruno looked around the ruins more and found a long and deep river he noticed that the water was going pretty fast so it might be drinkable. He knows that a river will lead to a village but he’s not sure how far it might be. 

So the villagers just decided to stay there and do as much as they can with the resources they had. Bruno being experienced in building houses was building them in tall trees so no one had to live on the ground in fear of predators. Others started catching on and started helping him. Bruno noticed that not everyone could climb trees like him so he began experimenting he first started with a flower trying to make it grow bigger it worked. He then began asking people if he could lend some magic to them. To his surprise, they said yes, the main reason they said yes is that if they're going to live in trees they might as well have ways to reach them. It took about 3 days or so for it to work but it happened. After that everybody wanted some of the magic too and Bruno was happy to give but in return, they would all have to help with building and planting food. 

One day Bruno got sick and tired of how everything including the ruins looked so he thought to himself and he thought hard thinking of a way to clean up the ruins without breaking them. He went to sleep with that thought and woke up to a beautiful site. All the ruins look brand new like nobody ever left the place. It was amazing and so colorful. Bruno thought he was dreaming until he fell out of his tree landing face-first on the ground. 

if you have any questions my ask box is open!

you can ask about the village's behaviors, travel life, protection, Bruno's adopted family or kids, etc.

[rllymilerlly]

Totally just found your account like yesterday, and I'm in love with your art style and can't wait for the Roller Derby au! So, for funsies- How about love for Alberto and Luca? For those relationship questions!

AHHH thank you!!! I’m so glad you like my stuff. I have so much planned for the roller derby au and I just wanna talk about it all the TIME. I can’t wait to post the first chapter u_u ♥️ ANYWAYS LET’S GET TO THE QUESTIONS.

LOVE

1)Who said “I love you” first?

Luca did and it caught Alberto so off guard he had to have Luca repeat it 3 times before he joyfully said it back.

2)What are their primary love languages?

Obviously it seems likes their love language is physical touch, but I personally don’t think that’s their primary thing.

I think that Luca’s primary love language is words of affirmation. I.E: “You know I love you, right?” “How will I know you’re okay?” “Silenzio Bruno” “Too Much?” “Never” and so on. I think that’s a very big thing to Luca to show how he loves people and how he feels loved.

Alberto’s primary love language is acts of service (i.e: bringing Luca the umbrella, buying the ticket, willing to run away with him) but he feels the most loved when someone gives him quality time and words of affirmation. He loves the reassurance Luca gives him constantly that he loves him and will always be back for him.

3)Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Alberto has every cheesy pick up line in the book and Luca loves every single one. Though he does call Alberto a dork for them. (As if Luca doesn’t say his own cheesy science related pick up lines that Alberto doesn’t even fully get, but his heart melts anyways)

4)How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

24/7. It’s probably rarer to see them not touching at all. They probably don’t engage in a lot of kissing publicly (except quick lil pecks every now and again) but they do hang off each other constantly.

5)Who initiates kisses?

Luca initiates a lot of the kisses especially when they first get together. But as they grow together it’s both of them.

6)Who’s the big and little spoon?

They switch around!

7)What are their favorite things to do together?

I think they love to swim together and just relax in the water. They also love to just travel on their beat up Vespa acting like kings of the world.

8)Who’s better at comforting the other?

They are both really good at comforting, the other typically knowing exactly what the other needs.

9)Who’s more protective?

Alberto is the more outwardly protective one out of the two of them. He’s the one who wants to more actively take that role. But I think that Luca would have his moments where he’d stand up for him and would put someone in their place if need be.

10) Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

The prefer all types of affection and they would rather die than to choose one.

11) What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

I have a whole ass playlist full of songs for them. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3LWYkSTBfB4BTZ9GoNSnBo?si=DyL23raqTCSzKd6JoItqyQ&dl_branch=1

12) What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

They would call each other so many nicknames but here are a few:

Alberto calls Luca: Mio Amato, Stella, Amore Mio

Luca calls Alberto: ‘Beto, Caro, Tesoro

13) Who remembers the little things?

Alberto would remember every little object that Luca’s mentioned in passing would be cool to have. Because he would want to spoil him like crazy. Luca would memorize all the stories Alberto tells. And then in the future if something happens that reminds Luca of it he’d be like “Alberto this is just like that time you *insert mundane story here*”

[melodux]

How Bruno Bucciarati Would Act During No Nut November

(not)sfw!

cw:  inappropriate use of Stands, gloryhole-eque situation, and dubcon

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- Always putting you before himself, he accepts the challenge. If it's what you truly wish, of course.

- He always takes care of you, no matter what. Takes the control right out of your hands, so you don't have to worry about a thing.

- So you get whiny and want him more when you can't have all of him.

- When you feel the need to be touched, he's there, careful to keep you from going over the edge.

- You find this hopelessly frustrating, you just want things back to normal where he has his way with you.

- "This is what we agreed upon, Bel Fiore, No more tears, okay?"

- You whine like a lonely puppy whenever he has to leave for work. He assures you that he'll play with you and your needy holes when he gets home.

- Sometimes that's not for a few days.

- It's good for you that you have more opportunities to fail No Nut November.

- But shit, you need him. His delicate, loving touches. His body heat. The way he shudders when you have him so close to an orgasm.

- Over dinner the night he returns home from a long business excursion, you tell him how bad you missed him.

- A knowing smile sets on his face as he listens to you tell him you couldn't bear to be without him for longer than 12 hours again.

- "Not to worry, Fiore. I have a feeling you won't miss me as bad next time."

- On the morning he has to leave for a longer shift at work, he wakes you gently.

- You pout, but nonetheless let his caresses coax you awake.

- He tells you to spread your legs. You tell him that anything he does will make you miss him more.

- In response, he asks if you trust him. On your affirmation, he uses his stand to unzip the area around your entrance, then takes it away from your body.

- You can only bring yourself to watch him with a dumbfounded expression.

- He says he'll be taking that part of you with him today, and leaves the bedroom with a wink.

- You go about your day, racking your brain to come up with a reason why Bruno would do that.

- The pieces click into place when you feel something prodding at your entrance.

- Something finger-esque pushes its way inside you, and you freeze all movement.

- It wiggles around. Another is added to scissor and stretch you before something that's definitely a cock lines up with your hole.

- This familiar feeling is Bruno using you as a fleshlight while he's at work.

- With a lack of body attached to what he's fucking, he's able to pump into you so much quicker. You moan and writhe.

- The sensation stops, and you use this opportunity to get some water in an attempt to keep your head on straight. He'll know if you're cumming.

- Something pushes all the way inside you again. This feeling is different, it's someone else's dick.

- You're shocked and turned on at the same time.

- This one fucks you slower, sweeter. Angles himself, trying to find what makes you tick.

- You're passed to another cock. This one far less forgiving. He roughly fucks your hole without regard to how you feel. Literally using you as a toy.

- The anticipation of how you'll be treated next puts you close to the edge. You message Bruno about it, and the fucking stops.

- You spend the rest of the day in bed. You ache, but are unable to do anything about it - even if you wanted to change your boyfriend's trust that you don't orgasm while he's gone.

- When he returns home, Bruno makes a beeline for your room.

- "Well, Dolcezza? How did it feel to be fucked by my crew? I want you to tell me everything."

- He hangs onto every word you say while he zips you back together.

- "You did very well today. If you keep this up, then perhaps I can let my men feast on you on the final day? Think on that."

[c-c-cherry]

What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

[gerrymike]

OK. commentary on my satg playlist. For reasons

lol it wont let me hyperlink but. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0w9pMZtOvP0plqdxT665q7?si=wEFnvdh3Rjaa0p2UX251mQ&dl_branch=1 Plug

1. PIEDMONT (DESTROY BOYS)

Looks like I'm late for the party Everyone knows the attire but me Glass walls separate us Catch a glimpse into different books On different shelves

i.e. teen crisis where u want desperately to live the same life as ppl on the street but also can’t imagine anything worse

2. SWEET ADELINE (ELLIOTT SMITH)

It's a picture-perfect evening and I'm staring down the sun Fully loaded, deaf and dumb and done Waiting for sedation to disconnect my head Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

i.e. she’s alive! is that worse or better. also jfc, you fucking hate hospitals

3. ALAMEDA (ELLIOTT SMITH)

You walk down Alameda  Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone Like some precious only son Face down, bow to the champion

also

Walk down Alameda  Brushing off the nightmares you wish Could plague me when I'm awake And now you see your first mistake  Was thinking that you could relate For one or two minutes she liked you But the fix is in

i.e. oops it’s two elliotts in a row, sorry. just. about the connection you can form with someone given just a short period of time, and how sometimes it gets ruined by, like, a werewolf. pretty similar to sweet adeline. mx weisglass gets two songs. plus “precious only son” 😬 “shuffling your deck of trick cards” 😬

4. CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS (IRON MAIDEN)

Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face

i.e. for Me mostly because i think the whiplash from elliott to maiden is kinda funny. also the gerry VS twisty animosity, in over-the-top wizardy terms. sometimes you are full of hate and that’s OK 😬 

5. ICU (PHOEBE BRIDGERS)

If you're a work of art I'm standing too close I can see the brush strokes I hate your mom I hate it when she opens her mouth It's amazing to me How much you can say When you don't know  What you're talking about

and

I'll climb through the window again But right now it feels good not to stand Then I'll leave it wide open Let the dystopian morning light pour in

i.e. we’re back in london…and, well, yeah. also, song title! we’re still in sacramento, actually, spiritually, at this point in the story

6. CRY FOR JUDAS (THE MOUNTAIN GOATS)

Feel the storm every night Hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get

i.e. crew. i think about him

7. IRIS (THE GOO GOO DOLLS)

And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight

plus

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

i.e. OK. OK. OK. yeah, OK. damn right all you can taste is this moment…yeah OK. SONGS5

8. KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS (MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE)

It's been 8 bitter years since I've been seeing your face And you're walking away And I will die in this place

to

It's been 10 fucking years since I've been seeing your face round here And you're walking away And I will drown in the fear

i.e. ah…the lyrical differences in the chorus…yes…also i love how raucous this song is despite what it’s about. it’s got satg energy!!! “seeing your face���, of course, is not literal 😬

9. ENCHANTING GHOST (SUFJAN STEVENS)

Don't carry on carrying efforts, oh no, oh oh oh oh Somewhere there's a room for each of us to grow And if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost

and

Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?

i.e. 😬😬😬

10. PAUL (BIG THIEF)

In the blossom of the months I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought So I swallowed all of it As I realized there was no one  Who could kiss away my shit

and PARTICULARLY

Well Paul, I know you said That you'd take me any way I came or went But I'll push you from my brain See, you're gentle baby I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain

i.e. HARROWING TERRITORY!!!

11. PITSELEH (ELLIOTT SMITH)

I'll tell you why I Don't wanna know where you are I gotta joke I've been dying to tell you

i.e. sorry. a lot of elliott smith on this playlist. thems the breaks

12. OPHELIA (THE LUMINEERS)

Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help a fool who falls in love

i.e. callbacks to SONGS5…! and more pain

13. CLOUDS (BORNS)

I forget all my dreams I forget everyones name I meet I forget about time and space But I can't stop thinking 'bout your face

i.e. tfw your memory’s shit and also you just threw yourself into the sky and you’re still not over it. yowch!

14. ARCADE (DUNCAN LAWRENCE)

Oh, oh-oh-oh oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

i.e. sorry i heard this song first in a c#tradora edit and i have never recovered.

15. WARS (OF MONSTERS AND MEN)

Yeah, I love you on the weekends But I'm careless and I'm wicked Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war I still have pieces of you stuck on me Pieces of you stuck on me Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war

i.e. PIECES OF YOU STUCK ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the only song of the new omam i’ve heard. i never got around to listening to it. but this one slaps

16. MONTERO (LIL NAS X)

Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white Baby, you livin' the life, but baby, you ain't livin' right Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

AND

A sign of the times every time that I speak A dime and a nine, it was mine every week What a time, an incline, God was shinin' on me Now I can't leave And now I'm actin' hella elite

AND ESPECIALLY

I want that jet lag from fuckin' and flyin'

i.e. God i love this song. re: avatarhood. YOU CAN’T LEAVE!!! not saying it’s like being a celebrity, but it’s like being a celebrity. dual perspectives here with G + his morality regarding the person he loves being, uh, evil? (you live in the dark / i cannot pretend) and M + debt he owes to his god, erosion of his own morals. also, SHEER F*CKING VIBES

17. GEYSER (MITSKI)

You're my number one You're the one I want And you've turned down Every hand that has beckoned me to come

i.e. love songs that serve double as to your god and to your lover

18. THAT’S WHAT I LIKE (BRUNO MARS)

Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just to put a smile on it) You deserve it baby, you deserve it all

i.e. this song is here because i say so. a real “sorry it’s been seven years let me make it up to you” vibe

19. RUN AWAY WITH ME (SUFJAN STEVENS)

And I say, love Come run away with me Sweet, falling remedy Come run away with me

i.e. more grand ridiculous propositions. more to come. but they’re born out of a real frustration with the situation at hand! it sucks! also, “falling remedy”,

20. LET’S GET MARRIED (BLEACHERS)

I'm gonna get right for you, honey I'll take all of my medicine, spend you all my money, yeah I know it's hard enough to love me But I woke up in a safe house singing, "Honey, let's get married"

i.e. bro.

21. I WILL (MITSKI)

And while you sleep I'll be scared So by the time you wake I'll be brave

i.e. a lot of these here are self explanatory..

22. ME & MY DOG (BOYGENIUS)

I had a fever Until I met you Now you make me cool

also

I never said I'd be all right Just thought I could hold myself together But I couldn't breathe, I went outside Don't know why I thought it'd be any better I'm fine now, it doesn't matter

i.e. title is significant. and yeah. just. recovery’s tricky

23. I FOUND (AMBER RUN)

And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

i.e. this is like a staple song for like. basically. any pairing. but i’m pathetic and it gets me every time. there’s something about it. not sure if i’m going to leave it on this playlist but. hm. yeah

OK that’s a wrap. highly likely i’ll put more songs on this as i go

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I’m a big fan of cute fluffy stuff, can I get some fluffy Domestic head cannons with Bruno and his gang?

Hello hello dear! Awwwwww, sooooft :,) I hope it is what you wanted! In case, please dm me and I’ll write right what you want :3

Fluffy domestic headcanons for Bruno’s gang

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Every morning, when he wakes up, Bruno spends at least ten minutes watching the sea from his window. Seeing the sea, doesn’t matter if placid or stormy, gives him the strength to start the day. It’s also a way to honor his passed father: he feels connected to him, for some minutes, and it gives him peace.

Even if he usually has lunch out, almost always with his team, he prefers to eat dinner at home. On his home road, he stops by some small stands to buy sometimes some veggies, sometimes a bit of meat, when he feels like he wants to eat fish then he stops directly at the docks, where he knows some trustworthy fishermen, and buys here the fish. He likes to take his time while cooking, humming and putting on background a soft low CD. It’s the moment when he finally starts to relax for real.

Evening are usually spent chilling on the couch -or on the porch, if the weather is warm enough- reading or watching a show that keeps his interest. Bruno never goes to bed late, as he follows a rigorous routine -and he needs his beauty sleep-, so, around 10-11 p.m., the day, for him, is ended and it’s time to sleep. He usually sleeps with a light pajamas even in winter, and he’s one of the lucky people who fall pretty fast asleep.

If he’s a s/o, he’d share all those moments with them: he’d brew coffee for two and would take them a mug, watching with them the sea in a still half-asleep state, hugging them, in the evening he’d prepare dinner -with them if they are at home-, while quietly chatting and chuckling with them, and would go to sleep early, hugging them tightly and keeping them safe in his embrace which tastes like home.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio doesn’t get a lot of sleep, definitely not as much as he’d need, due both to insomnia and recurrent nightmares. When he wakes up, early in the morning, he’s groggy and grumpy and doesn’t like to talk to anyone before his second cup of coffee. If someone dares to do so, he just grumbles, but by now all the gang knows how to interpret his morning mumbles and growls.

He learned how to cook when he was at the police academy -he’s not from Naples and he had to move in when he was accepted in the academy, so he had to learn fast how to live alone- but by now he’s a bit rusty. He just… doesn’t enjoy to cook just for himself. So he usually prepares something simple -but he’s actually pretty good when someone is his guest- and then does at least one hour of work out, following his old policeman habits. Doing his exercises helps him, other than keep his body in shape, to relax his mind in the reassuring routine.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, even when he’s so tired that he’d just like to hit the wall with his head to fall asleep. He has a small television in his room, which he synthonize on the most boring channel he can find while zapping, hoping that a 4 hours documentary about the daily life of sloths could lull him to sleep, in vain. He usually ends up watching all the show or reading all the book he had picked up -usually one of Fugo’s tomes-, falling asleep usually around 4-5 a.m.

Almost paradoxically, with a s/o things would be slight better, especially if his s/o is patient with his shenanigans. If they chuckle at his grumbles, instead of being annoyed, they’d make him start the day with a smile instead of a pout; a kiss before going on mission or wherever he has to meet with the others would improve considerably his day; dining with someone and not alone would greatly improve his mood and he may find again his hobby for cooking; sleeping with someone would tame his demons and nightmares. He’d fall asleep faster and more serenely when his s/o gently caress his hair and rub his scalp, making him feel safe, at home.

Guido Mista

Mista is not a morning guy. He’s also not a person who oversleeps too; he’s up around 8-9 a.m., not at the ungodly 5-6 a.m of Bruno and Abbacchio but not even around 10-11 a.m as Narancia. Once he gets his 6-7 hours of sleep, he’s up. In the morning, he likes to take things easy, if he hasn’t a mission or a meeting: he takes his time to brew coffee, he eats his biscuits sitting on the windowsill, after giving his Pistols their beloved salame, usually he has to divide the babies that are fighting -usually 3 and 5- and then, finally, he takes a shower. His morning routine requires more or less one hour.

Especially if he’s back from a mission, he loves to take his time also to go home -or the HQ, if he feels like to stay here for the night-. He wanders through the so known streets, sometimes stopping to chat with someone he knows, sometimes stopping just to admire the landscape… he loves it. It reminds him that he made it again, that he has more time to live and that he’s finally home. Then, he usually heads to the HQ for dinner, as he doesn’t like to dine alone. Meals are something to share with his family!

He doesn’t have a precise time to sleep. It may be early, if he’s tired, but also late, if there’s a show he likes or he’s busy chatting with Narancia and Fugo. On weekends he usually sleeps at his small flat, but during working day he usually stops by the HQ also for sleeping, since it’s more convenient. In any case, he tends not to go to sleep after 12-1 a.m., even if his friends are still up, and sleeps just in his boxer. He’s a warm boy.

If he has a s/o, he’d sleep at home with them, no stories. He loves to wrap his arms around them while sleeping, keeping them warm and safe! In summer this could be a problem, but in winter it’s so damn perfect. And waking up near Mista is wonderful! His sleepy smile is the cutest thing around. And the Pistols would surely go to them to be spoiled, nestling on their hair and shoulders, making Mista huff and grumble about their behaviour. They’re like children, in the end!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is definitely not a morning guy. If he hasn’t a mission -and even so, he’d grumble, even if not actually complaining about- he loves to sleep long in the morning, all wrapped around his pillow, a happy smile on his face. Usually, it’s Fugo the one who throws him off of bed, mumbling that it’s late and he has to get ready, while opening the window. Even if he whines and complains, Narancia gets up and immediately shoves his face in the sink full of cold water, both in summer and winter: it’s his only way to wake up properly. Then he usually dresses quickly, running down in time for lunch with all the gang.

In the afternoon, after a mission or a meeting, he likes to go out to have some fresh air or, if he’s pissed off, to steam a little. If Mista is available, he’d go around with him; if not, he’d go to a secluded place where he can make Aerosmith fly as he likes, training on aim and range. He always felt like he was the only one Bucciarati didn’t “want” in the gang -he knows that Bruno did it not ‘cause he thought he was weak, but because he wanted him to have a normal life far from mafia, but it still stings- so he wants to prove both to him and to himself too that he is, instead, worth of his place. He’d come to the HQ when darkness is about to fall, to help Fugo cooking.

Narancia in fact is a person who falls asleep easily and on any surface. He just doesn’t want to sleep! Life is too short and he’ll sleep when he’s dead, he always says it. He stays up to chat with Fugo or Mista, huffing when they go to their room, usually after midnight - 1 a.m., and so he stays up watching some show on the TV or playing a video-game. If Bruno is in the HQ, he has to be careful not to be catched, or papa Bruno will scold him! But usually he’s pretty good at keeping things silent, during night, until he falls asleep face on pillow.

If he has a s/o, his days would be way funnier! He’d never make them feel alone or “forgotten”, as they’re his sun and moon. In the morning, he’d try to keep them in bed a bit longer, to cuddle a bit, while pouting in his adorable way that always, always makes them melt in a puddle of sweetness. He’d try to spend as much time with them as possible, since he’s often out for missions! With them and his friends and family. It’d be the perfect day! And then dine all together, chatting on the couch or on the balcony after dinner, staying up and cuddling together… Narancia can’t think about something better. Who needs heaven, when his is already on Earth?

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is definitely a morning person. Since his early childhood, he was used to get up rightly at 7 a.m. and by now he can wake up precisely at that hour even without alarm. He usually needs a good cup of strong coffee, in the morning, to properly get up, since it’s sure that he stayed up late, the previous night, to read. After a light and quick breakfast, he usually takes a shower, but then, once he’s all ready and dressed, he spends a bit of time just watching as the city slowly wakes up. By 7.30 a.m. the city starts to really get into business and Fugo is fascinated by how people run back and forth, how life pulses so hard and strong… even if he actively started to be part of that pulse, sometimes he still feels like he’s just a viewer of a bigger show. Not a bad show… just one he’s still not completely accustomed to actively join.

After a mission or a hard meeting, Fugo loves, and needs, to have even just half an hour for himself, to cool down. He usually goes to some park or to the library, to finally find some peace. He loves to lose among the books labyrinths, to pick a book and read a small part and then put it back, to explore new parks and find the most quiet spots… it makes him feel at ease, like he can breathe again. This, however, doesn’t last long; as much as he loves to spend some time alone, he also came to appreciate the time he spends with his family. And so, he soon goes back to the HQ, to join Mista, Narancia or Giorno in some chats; sometimes, if the topic can pick enough his interest, he slips into the teenager he really is, almost surprising even his teammates.

Fugo suffers of insomnia. He always did  but, while before he grew angrier and angrier when he couldn’t sleep, ending up in total sleepless night because of his nervousness, now he just shrugs it off and waits in a resigned patience. Soon or later he’ll sleep, he always says. And so he usually stays up late, chatting with Mista, Narancia or Giorno, when Gold Experience’s user doesn’t go to sleep early, and then, more or less around midnight, he retires in his room. Here he lays down with a good book and reads and reads, going on until his eyelids are about to finally fall down. In the end, this method guarantees him at least 4-5 hours of sleep every night. Not enough, he perfectly knows, but still way more than before.

If he has a s/o, he’d adapt his routine to theirs. If they have a day off and they can wake up later, he’d stay more in bed -if he doesn’t have any morning errand to do-, just hugging them and relishing in their warmth until they wake up. He’d love to spend his time with them and less time alone, as their presence represents the peace he needs. If they also want to go to the library or to the park, then it’s wonderful! Spending time with them in a quiet place is the best he can ask for. Dinners would be even better, now that they’re here! And after dinner chats too, it’d all be better, with them around. More colorful, brighter. And he’d sleep even a bit more, especially if they let him nestle on their chest, relaxing under their caresses and cuddles or if they softly read aloud a book, lulling him to sleep. Fugo’s quite cute while he sleeps, his lips softly bent in a small pout, his pale eyebrows which furrow and relax… plus, especially if he’s really tired, he tends to hug tightly, as to never let them go and keep them safe and sound.

Giorno Giovanna

Mista sometimes pokes fun at him for this, but Giorno rises literally with the sun. In winter he rises later and in summer earlier, rightly following the sun, without forcing himself. It’s just like he feels it! He usually dresses and takes a shower, before going down to have breakfast, mostly because he wears curlers. Three big curlers on his forehead, those donuts don’t form by themselves! Even if he likes to make the others think so. He usually has breakfast with Fugo or, if he’s at the HQ, Bruno, quietly chatting and drinking his beloved morning tea. His day can’t start before a good cup of tea and a sweet, he needs it!

Giorno has a deep passion for gardening and mostly without using his Gold Experience. It doesn’t seem, but, even when he was at the high school campus, he was the one who always helped the gardeners with plants and flowers. He has a natural talent with it! Even at the HQ, Giorno found a small space to transform in “his” garden -which is, in fact, the communal garden- and, when he has a bit of time or needs to relax after a mission or a meeting, he hides here, among his beloved plants. Sometimes it can happen that he cheats using GE to refresh some flowers he particularly likes, but it’s really rare. He feels so good and at ease among plants, his little garden is the most beautiful of all the neighborhood! For once he feels good in something, after a childhood and early teenage years spent always hearing that he wasn’t enough and that he wouldn’t ever done anything good in life. It’s his way to take his “revenge” on those words.

Like he rise with the sun, when the sun starts to set down he starts to feel sleepy. In summer it’s not a problem, but in winter it can be an issue that could need even a cup or two of coffee to be solved. He tries to stay up as much as he can, as Giorno loves to hanging out with his friends, chatting, laughing, being for a bit the young boy he still is… but when Mista has to nag his shoulder to keep him awake, Giorno calls out the day and, after bidding his goodnight, retires for the night. After putting on the curlers, he nestles under the blankets, hugging his pillow or, even if no one knows it, a peluche; his mother never showed affection to him, she almost never took him in her arms and so, to fight the deep touch starvation he felt, little Giorno hugged pillows and peluches, wishing to be hugged back. It’s a habit he still has, even after so many years.

If he has a s/o, hugs are the keyword. Even if he comes out as wary, at first, once the relationship is stable and he trusts them with his whole heart, touches are really common among them. Giorno wakes up all wrapped around them, mumbling in his sleep, and it’s such a cute sight that his s/o can just melt in a puddle. They have to cuddle him! And waking up while feeling their lips on his cheeks or on his forehead, under his curlers, while their hands gently rub his scalp or back, is the most beautiful feeling in all the world. The day then goes on with a quiet breakfast -where Giorno often loses himself softly caressing their free hand- and then, when he’s done with missions and meetings, if they’re willing to he’d love to spend some time with them in the garden, simply chilling out or actively gardening, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with them. Dinners are wonderful, now that he has a family to share them with; and he’s so cute when he starts to get sleepy, losing his usual composure and yawning while rubbing his eyes and face to stay awake! When they’re finally in bed, he loves to nestle near them, hugging them tightly and visibly sighing in relief when they hug him back. It’s like a dream become true…

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One of Many Reasons Why

Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: cursing, minor religion mentioned

Summary: There were many reasons to love Mark Lee…

Notes: Happiest of birthdays to our baby lion, Mark Lee. I had a totally different piece written for his birthday but I completely scrapped it and wrote this instead. And I like it so much better. -  K 🌱

1. Circle Frames

Mark usually wore contacts most of the time, which was disappointing since he looked so stinking cute in those precious circle frames of his. But whenever he got too lazy or forgot to buy more contacts, he would end up wearing his glasses instead. And those were moments that you lived for. You couldn’t help but coo at how cute he looked each time that he wore them, taking a billion pictures of him as you did so. Mark would simply push away your phone, becoming incredibly flustered, telling you, “Ugh, babe stop….”

2. Messy Love Notes

Mark had a habit of writing you little love notes every chance he got. Most of the time, his love notes were never written on a clean sheet of paper. They were usually short blurbs scribbled messily on whatever he could get his hands on; a Starbucks napkin, on the back of his music theory quiz, a crumpled up post-it note. But that didn’t matter, you loved it regardless.

Unfolding the folded love note Mark had slipped to you in passing earlier, you couldn’t help but smile as you read the messily written note on the corner of a flashcard. ‘I love you to the moon and back.’

3. Secret Handshakes

For someone who was extremely clumsy and sometimes a little uncoordinated, Mark loved making secret handshakes for all of his friends. And you weren’t an exception. Since the day that you’ve met each other, way before the two of you became a couple, you and Mark have been adding a new move to your guys’ handshake. Each time that you two saw each other, it still amazes you how either one of you were able to memorize all the moves at this point.

4. Baby Giggles

No matter how much, Mark loves to deny it. Mark Lee was nothing but a big baby. He is the epitome of a baby. Especially when he giggles and laughs at things that he finds amusing. Even though he’s older, whenever that cute giggle of his slips passed his lips, you can’t help but feel a sense of overprotectiveness overcome you. Mark Lee was to be protective at all cost because he’s simply precious like that.

5. Goofball

Sometimes it was so hard to take Mark seriously because at the end of the day, he was nothing but a goofball. He would laugh at the simplest things, the lamest jokes, and the cheesiest puns. The best part was that even when it wasn’t funny, he would still laugh. And he just had the most contagious laugh in the whole world. So you couldn’t help but laugh along with him until your stomach hurt.

6. Warm Cuddles

Maybe you were biased but Mark gave the best hugs and was the best cuddle buddy in the world. No one could compare. The best kind are the ones that he gave on those calm, Sunday mornings. Eyes barely open and mind barely awake, Mark would pull you closer, sharing his warmth with you. Then with a lazy hand, he would thread his fingers through your hair. Mumbling softly into your hair, he would say, “Let’s just stay in bed all day babe…”

7. Burnt Eggs

It was a universally acknowledged fact that Mark Lee was a terrible cook. He wasn’t even able to boil water without it evaporating completely. He was honestly that bad of a cook. So the one morning that he decided that it would be a brilliant idea to wake up early and make you an omelette for breakfast, he almost burned down half the building. From then on, Mark was completely banned from the kitchen stove. These days, he still wakes up early and prepares breakfast for you though. Except he just orders it from your favorite bakery down the street, which was a much better option for everyone.

8. Watermelon Boy

There were two things in the world that Mark Lee loved with his entire heart. Of course, one of those things was you. But the love he had for watermelon was equally as strong. Honestly speaking, had he not met you in this lifetime, you were sure that he would have ended up marrying a watermelon.

He was all yours for three seasons out of four. When summer hit though, that was a completely different story because with summer comes the watermelons. Surprisingly with how much he buys and brings home everyday, you weren’t sick of eating all that watermelon. It might have been the cute, happy smile that he has on his face each time he ate them that made it worth it.

9. What the Flute?

Mark Lee was talented at a lot of things; rapping, composing, singing, dancing, and the list simply goes on and on. But the one thing that he wasn’t good at playing the flute. The day that you had found the instrument case of his flute back from primary school was the day that you realized that there were some things that Mark couldn’t do. You had teased him, calling him a cute band geek as you pulled the case out from the back of his closet. Flipping through the old music scores, you asked him if he could still play it.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “Maybe? I’m not sure. It’s been a while.”

And it has been a while because the moment that he held the flute up to his lips and tried to play it, nothing but squeaks came out. This left you rolling on the floor laughing as you clutched your stomach in pain. The laughing didn’t stop as Mark continued to give his best effort in playing the flute.

Let’s just say that his primary school days of playing in a marching band were long over.

10. Team Android

No matter how many times you had urged him to upgrade his phone to an iPhone, Mark continued to stay loyal to that android of his. You didn’t have a problem with him having an android. No, not at all. You just wanted to be able to use all the cute talking emojis on iMessage.

11. Fully Capable

It was pretty rare for Mark to ever feel nervous about his performances and presentations. Mark was one of the top students in their music department. He was the department’s golden child. He could literally do anything that he would set his mind to. You had just wished that he knew that he was good enough and he didn’t have anything to fear.

One night, during finals, Mark was on the verge of a mental breakdown as he tried to finish the composition for his music theory class. As he angrily tossed aside his notebook and guitar, you came up to him and immediately pulled him into your arms. With a soothing hand running through his hair, you said, “Hey, it’s okay babe.”

Mumbling incoherently into the nape of your neck, “No, it’s not… I can’t even rearrange this stupid simple song. How am I supposed to do anything in life?”

“You’re just thinking too hard about it. Relax, babe.”

“How the hell am I supposed to relax when I have nothing finished and this is due in like five hours?” He cried out, clearly frustrated.

Pulling away from the embrace, you cupped his face in between the palm of your hands, forcing him to look at you directly in the eye. “Hey. Seriously. Quit being so negative right now. This isn’t like you. Because the Mark Lee I know is a music genius and he’s absolutely fully capable of anything and everything.”

12. Butterfly Kisses

Kisses from Mark were also the best and you might be a little biased again, but it’s the truth. Sometimes Mark gets a little too shy to kiss you outright on the lips, so he showers you with butterfly kisses instead. First, he’ll bring your hand to his lips and kiss the back of it. Then he’ll pull you in close and place a fleeting kiss on your temple. Then your cheeks, then your nose, and lastly your lips.

13. Multilingual King

Even after knowing Mark for so many years, it still amazes you how many languages the boy knows and can pick up on so quick. He was like your own personal translator when you guys when on trips to foreign countries. But it was also funny how he would stumble over his words sometimes when he’s trying to switch between languages. When that happens, he just puts his hands out in a pausing motion, shouting, “Okay. Wait, wait. I need to switch my brain over.”

14. Corny Jokes

The jokes that he tells you and the ones that he finds funny are ones that are rivaling of your dad’s. His sense of humor was really one of a father in their mid-thirties.

As the two of you sit there side by side, enjoying a bowl of cold watermelon, he begins to laugh obnoxiously before he can even say the joke. Already prepared for the worst joke in the world, you sit there, staring straight back at him with an unamused look.

After he’s finished with his laughing fit, he smiles and feeds you a piece of watermelon, saying, “Babe, you’re one in a melon.”

15. Spiderman Mark Lee

For Halloween, Mark’s friends decided to throw a Marvel themed party and it was the best idea that they could ever come up with. Why? Because Mark Lee decided to go to the party as Spiderman. And you may or may not have a crush on Peter Parker but Mark didn’t need to know that.

But when he got tired of all the drinking games that his friends were playing, he scouted you out amongst the crowd. And when he saw that you were sitting on the swing set that Jaemin’s family had in the backyard, he came up with the most brilliant plan.

Sneaking up behind you as quiet as he could, Mark climbed on top of the jungle gym above the swings. Then nearly scaring the living daylights out of you, he swung downwards, straight in front of your face, whispering, “Hey.”

“Oh my gosh! Mark Lee!” You screamed. Hand clutching your racing heart, you breathed out heavily through your nose. “You can’t go around and do things like this and not expect me to die from a premature heart attack!”

“Sorry,” he laughed. Then pulling the ends of his mask up, he whispered softly, “Here, take a kiss as my apology.”

And you might have just died when he said that because that was such a classic Spiderman move.

16. Billionaire

The day the ‘Billionaire’ by Bruno Mars had came on the radio as the two of you were studying, it instantly became your guys’ song. It was on repeat for the longest of time, to the point to where you both knew the rap and vocal parts equally by heart. Each time that it came on, you didn’t have to think for a second before you’re belting out the chorus together, whether it was out in public or in the comfort of your own apartment. You didn’t care because it was your song.

17. Driver’s License

For someone his age, you would think that he would have a driver’s license by now. But nope, that wouldn’t be Mark Lee would it?

One day as you’re picking him up from his shift at the music store down the street from his apartment complex you couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you think you should get your driver’s license? I mean you’re almost twenty one...”

Nodding, Mark said in reply, “Yeah, I probably should…”

And that he did.

Because the next day, before the sun was even up, he came knocking on your apartment’s door. Barely awake, you had answered the door with annoyance, yanking it open, “Babe. It’s not even eight. What do you want?”

“Well, good morning to you too, princess.” Mark chuckled.

After closing the door, he follows you back to your bedroom, where you flopped rather ungracefully back onto your bed. Crawling into the empty space beside you, he tucked a strand behind your ear, smiling as he stares back at you intently. “Guess what I did this morning?”

Leaning into his touch, you close your eyes, relishing in the warmth that he was giving off. With a soft hum, you asked half-asleep, “What did you do?”

“I got my driver’s license.”

Eyes shooting wide open and mouth completely agape, you exclaimed, “You what?!”

Scrambling to sit up, you slapped him on the shoulder, making him laugh even harder. “Wait, hold up.” You said as you held your hands up, trying to wrap your mind around what Mark has just told you. Sputtering, “You… actually went and got a driver’s license? You know I was just joking right?”

“Yeah, but I figured that it was time to get one anyways.” He smiled. “Plus it was a piece of cake.”

“Only you, Mark Lee. Only you.”

“Yes, that would be me. I am Mark Lee.”

“Oh shush,” you couldn’t help but laugh. Then extending your hand out to him, you gave him a sweet smile. “Alright, the moment of truth. Let me see that driver’s license photo.”

The smile on his lips widen even more as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. Then placing his freshly new driver’s license into the palm of your awaiting hand, he leaned back satisfied.

And course he would be satisfied. Mark looked devilishly handsome on his license. But you couldn’t help but tease him about it as you pinched his cheeks, saying, “Aww look at our Markie Poo being all cool and handsome.”

Pushing your hands away from his face, Mark snatched his license back and tucked it away into his wallet. Then opening his arms, he asked, “Alright, are we going to cuddle or are you going to continue making fun of me?”

“Who says that I can’t do both?” You told him teasingly as you tucked yourself into his waiting arms, snuggling up against his warm body.

18. Baby Lion

“Baby Lion”, that was one of the many nicknames that you had for Mark. You weren’t quite sure where the nickname had come from. But the day that you saw Mark wake up from his nap, stretching and yawning like a cute baby cub with his hair a complete disarray, it clicked.

19. Religious Boy

Mark Lee was a wholesome, kind-hearted, and precious boy. He would never fail to remind you how he is ever so thankful that God had allowed someone like you to enter into his life; to have someone to love and support through thick and thin. He told you once that he prays for your health and happiness every night before he sleeps and you couldn’t help but feel that there really wasn’t another Mark Lee in this world.

20. Black Haired Mark

You honestly didn’t think that Mark could get any handsomer than he already was until the day he came back from the barber shop and had his hair dyed black. Without warning, he had sneaked up behind and wrapped his arms around you as the two of you stood in the kitchen. You were too busy reviewing your study notes and drinking your morning coffee to notice his new hair. But when you did, you were nothing but a sputtering mess and spilling coffee all over the counter.

Mouth agape, you exclaimed, “Oh. My. Gosh. Your hair…”

Nodding his head, he ruffled his hair shyly. “Yeah. I figured it was time for a change. Spice it up a little bit from the classic brown.”

The words had left your mouth before you could stop it, “Yeah, spice it up alright, because you look hot.”

21. Best Friend

Before the two of you even became a couple, you were each other’s best friend. Mark was the best friend that you could only dream of having. He laughed with you at the stupid things you did and tries to make you feel better about yourself. Even when you don’t want to hear it, Mark gives you the most honest advice and makes sure to keep you in check. He’s always there for you, even when he’s thousands of miles away for vacations with his family or concerts for the music department. He makes sure that he is the first to say ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ to you. And last but not least, Mark loves you at your best and he still loves you even at your worst.

[living-dead-parker]

Brothers - T.S

Tony Stark x Male!Stark!reader

Summary Request -  Tony has a younger brother who's in his early thirties who has a normal life.  He lives in an apartment and owns a bulldog. The reader has a girlfriend who's been together with for about three years now. He works as a professor in a college in New York. He sorta shut Tony out of his life a few years after the death of their parents because that's when Tony changed and become cocky of himself and a playboy. He didn't want to his older brother giving him that example. He didn't want to take over Stark Industries or anything of that matter. The reader enjoys martial arts and working out so he's got a tone body. But one day when he's at work Pepper goes to see him and talks to him about Tony and how he wants to fix his relationship with the reader. How both are married and have a daughter. The reader tells him no but changes his mind after a few days and goes to their cabinet and meet them again. So they kinda go at each other's throat until they settle down and apologize to one another. The reader spent times with Morgan first and that's when Tony apologizes to him.

Warnings: cussing maybe, some sort of anti-tony stuff in a sense

Word Count: 2.7k

"What's today's schedule, hon?" Abby, your girlfriend, asks. She approaches from the kitchen, a cold bottle of water in her hand, replacing the lukewarm water you're holding. Silently, you thank her with a smile as you take the water other hands.

"10 o'clock, a 12 o'clock, 3 o'clock and a 5:30. Should be home by 7:30," you respond, kneeling to remove the leash from your grey french bulldog's collar. He ways his tail eagerly as you pet him, leaving a kiss on his forehead. "Good walk, Bruno?" you ask him. He continues wagging his tail, making Abby giggle from where she stands.

"Well, you should start getting ready, sweetie," Abby calls out, retreating back into the kitchen. "Traffic has been pretty bad lately and you know your students."

With a chuckle, you stand up and begin heading to your bedroom to get your stuff ready for the day. Being an English Professor at NYU is great, but it sucks when you live in Astoria. It's quite the drive, you usually have to leave an hour ahead of time to make it in time because of traffic. You don't mind too much, though. It's a great living and it makes you happy.

The day seems to go by in a blur, introducing your classes to your new students, breaking the ice a bit, and getting to introduce yourself. It seems like you always have to touch on the subject of your last name. You hide the disdain the topic brings, not wanting to get into it. It's during your break time when there's a knock on your office door. This would normally take you by surprise but recently you've had very curious and cautious students, so it's not too surprising to get visitors.

"Come in," you call out from your desk. You look up from your work when the door opens. You see a blonde woman walking in with a bag on her shoulder and a nervous look in her eyes.

"Mr. Stark?" she asks timidly. You nod rather meekly, waiting for her to say something. "My name is Pepper Potts," she states, taking a seat in the chair across from you by your desk. "I couldn't help but wonder if it was really you," Pepper continues.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?"

Pepper looks rather shocked at your outburst. She wasn't really expecting that. Nonetheless, she powered through. "I'm Tony's wife," she states. Your eyes widen at the information, not expecting that one bit. "He's told me so much about you and your falling out-"

"Look, Ms. Potts. That's really not your business what happened between him and I. I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave," you say.

"I get it. Tony has always been a handful. Believe me, I know," Pepper butts in. There's a hopeful smile on her face as she continues. "But he's been so keen on finding you and reconciling-"

"Then why isn't he here? Instead of you?"

"This is merely a surprise for him. He doesn't know I'm here. He's been so scared to take the plunge. He really does want to make things right with you. He's just really scared. Look, I don't want to take any more of your time, so I'll get to the point. We'll be having dinner on Saturday. We'd really love it if you came."

"Tempting offer," you say softly, trying so hard not to be rude. "But I think I'll pass."

Pepper frowns, standing up and reaching into her purse. She pulls out a card and sets it on your desk. "If you change your mind," she states. "That's our address and my number. You're always welcome. It was great meeting you, Y/N."

Deep down you feel bad for being so rude to Pepper. She did nothing wrong. It's all Tony. He should be the one trying. You plan on ignoring it. Tony hasn't reached out for the past 28 years, why should you be the one doing all the work? The rest of the day goes by much slower now with that mood killer hanging over your head.

You discuss the meeting with Abby over dinner when you get home. She's quick to encourage going to dinner at the Stark household. "Look, I'm not saying Tony is a saint. We've all seen a fair share of him in the news. But we've also seen a fair share of good in the news too. He'd been actively fighting evil for under ten years using his tech. You know he could've used his tech for evil if he really wanted to," Abby states. You frown, not really wanting to hear your girlfriend siding with your brother. "Plus, it takes two to tango, Y/N. You're the one who cut off all contact with him, how was he supposed to reach out when you actively prevented him from doing so?"

Deep down, you know Abby's right. Tony isn't the same kid he was all those years ago. At least not to the public. But there are still those years of him actively being an overall shitty guy. Because of him, people expected you to be someone totally different than you really are. Eventually, though, you give in. Despite your best efforts not to, you wind up giving in.

The weekend approaches and you find yourself standing outside a cozy-looking cabin that sits in front of a lake. There's a small bike leaning against a shed in the back and the porch to the cabin has three chairs, a rocking chair, and a large porch swing. All in all, the sight screams retired stay-at-home life. Abby smiles at you, grabbing your hand with one hand, holding a bottle of wine in the other. She gives you a reassuring smile, leading the way. Her fist gently pounds against the door, and not too long after, Pepper is appearing behind the door.

"Y/N, it's great to see you," Pepper greets, stepping forward for hugs. She steps aside after, letting the two of you enter. You take a look around, seeing all the paintings, the technology, and the furniture. It all looks so cozy and comfortable. So simple. Suddenly, a teenage boy is coming down a set of stairs, his face red and flustered. Pepper jumps back a bit, holding a hand to her chest in shock.

" Sorry, Ms. Potts," a brown-haired teen boy exclaims. "Madame Secretary has been asking me to do some tasks for her, ya know? Hard to reach areas."

"Sure, Pete," Pepper responds. She gives the kid a hug and sends him on his way. She then turns to face her guests, a nervous smile on her face. "Sorry about that," she apologizes. "That was Peter, a kid that Tony mentors. Follow me?"

Pepper seats you and Abby at the dinner table that's already been set, giving you an edge seat and giving Abby the one next to you. "FRIDAY, call Tony and Morgan down," Pepper asks as she exits the kitchen with bowls of food. She runs back in briefly and grabs a tray of chicken. Just as she returns, Tony and Morgan finally enter the dining room. Tony's eyes go wide as he looks over at you.

"Y/N?" Tony calls out. You stand up, greeting Tony with a simple handshake.

"Tony," you respond. You then turn to the side, gesturing to Abby. "This is my girlfriend, Abby."

Tony Steps forward and holds a handout, greeting Abby with a simple handshake. "Nice to meet you," he says kindly. This time, Tony turns to his two girls. "I see you've met Pepper," he responds. "This," he pauses, lifting Morgan into his arms. "Is my daughter, Morgan."

The little girl waves. It takes you back, how much she resembles Tony. The brown hair, brown eyes, signature smirk toying at her smile. She has Pepper's radiance. It's no doubt she'll be a boss in the future. You greet the little girl with a smile and a wave.

Dinner, for most of the night, was slightly awkward. Neither you nor Tony really attempted to address the elephant in the room. Tony wouldn't even know where to begin and you're not so sure if you do either. However, Pepper began to notice the way you and Tony stared at each other, so she sent Morgan to her bedroom to play. A frown began tugging at your lips and Tony kept opening and shutting his mouth, unsure on whether to finally address the reason you're even there.

"I see you've finally settled down," you decide to say.

"Well, when you find the one," Tony says, smiling as he briefly looks over at Pepper. "It's not so much settling as it is deciding you want to spend the rest of your like building upon your happiness and theirs."

"Wow," you say genuinely surprised. Though, to Tony, your tone says otherwise. " That's actually really nice, coming from you."

"So I see you're still really upset with me," Tony mumbles. Pepper's eyes widen as she turns to Tony.

"Well, why wouldn't I be?" you ask. This time, Abby looks over at you. But before you could stop yourself, you were already running at the mouth. "My cocky older brother, the arrogant kid everyone loved. The one who could do no wrong because he always could talk himself out of anything. You know, while I was grieving our parents' deaths, you were too busy getting shitfaced and having meaningless sex to even notice I was desperate for your attention. Sounds pathetic, but I really hoped you'd come to and maybe we could grieve together. But no, I was on my own, much like with everything else I did in life. Then you let dad's company go to Obadiah because you were too sad to run it? You single-handedly ruined dad's reputation, you know?"

All Tony could do was sit there and take it. Who was he to say you didn't have the right to grieve your parents dying? So he took all of it, knowing it'd continue to eat you alive.

"Tony, everyone's favorite. The perfect kid with the perfect life and the perfect job. You know how many people deserve to be called heroes more than you? How you managed to marry someone as good as Pepper is beyond me. All you ever did was use and humiliate people and things to your advantage. Always got through life the easy way. Went to a dream boarding school, Mr. kid Genius, Got into MIT all breezy, bet you didn't even try. I'm sure dad had a hand in that."

The room goes silent for a few minutes. Abby shakes her head, feeling embarrassed at the moment. She never wanted to be caught in the middle and for some reason, she feels like she is. Tony sucks on his teeth as he sets his cup of water down.

"Look, I know living with me was never easy," Tony says. "And yeah, I had it so easy. Being a kid genius was great in its own respect. But it was also hell. Howard expected so much from me because I was his so-called kid genius. I had to grow up fast, I had to take the abuse so you didn't have to and if I had to do it all over again, I would because you were always so much better than me in every way. You were nicer, easier to get along with, Howard actually liked you after I left. Howard always thought you were the better kid even after telling him you didn't want the company. obie was a bad mistake and I still regret that every day. I know I'm not the perfect hero, I've heard it from my own teammates for years and it wasn't until I briefly died that I got the recognition I deserved. You have every right to be angry at me for not being there, for almost losing Howard's legacy and for being the little shit I was. But you don't get to tell me that I've had it easy when the things that got me places were also the most mentally debilitating things I've ever had to do."

Then the silence came back. Where do you go from there? You, Well you plan on going outside. You need fresh air and time to think things through. As quick as you could, you stand up and storm out into the night air. You decide to pace around to try to get your thoughts to flow, maybe try to make sense of them. All you seemed to come back to was that maybe this grudge was something you were holding onto for too long. Even before hearing any of that, you didn't believe most of it yourself and you know that a lot of it is pent up resentment from when you were younger. Nothing really new.

"So you're my daddy's brother?" a childish voice asks out of nowhere. You turn to look at the source, seeing a smiling Morgan looking up at you. She'd almost given you a heart attack, scaring the daylights out of you. She giggles as you visibly jotted back. You, however, regain your composure.

"Yeah," you respond, kneeling down to be level with her. "What are you doing out here?"

"I heard you and daddy arguing," she shrugs. "He never gets sad like that."

You stay silent, studying the little girl. She's adorable, no denying that. Then you think about how different she is from Tony. Though you weren't born until Tony was seven, you know she's not as pressured as Tony was at her age. Howard tended to do that.

"Sorry about that," you apologize to her.

"Daddy can be a bit of a butt," Morgan responds, shrugging her shoulders. "One time, he took Peter's suit away because Peter was letting his girlfriend wear it. Didn't give it back for a week. But MJ did break her leg and daddy had to pay her hospital bill, so maybe that's why he was mad. It was funny because I got to play with Peter's mask without him knowing."

You nod, taking in every word despite not knowing who these Peter and MJ people are. She tells another story of Tony having to save a 'loopy' Peter from a school party. It sounded like Tony was just being a dad. But his only kid is Morgan?

"Who's Peter?"

"Daddy teaches him stuff I think. But Peter is like a big brother. He taught me the bad f-word. Mommy got mad and he couldn't come over for a whole week!"

You chuckle, finding Morgan so adorable. It's when you look at her that you realize, you've missed out on a lot. Tony seemed to be doing good at being a husband and a father. So much so that he's a father figure to some random kid. Tony knows how to be loving and caring yet knows how to discipline correctly. Despite the hesitation in your mind, you know you cannot hold the resentment in any longer. Especially if it means missing it on your niece's life.

"How about we go inside?" you ask Morgan. The little girls nod, grabbing your hand and leading you inside. When you do get back inside, you can hear Tony apologizing and Abby letting him know that it's alright. Eyes snap in your direction when you enter the dining room with Morgan.

"Uncle is so strong!" Morgan exclaims as she points at you. Everyone laughs as you set her down. Before her parents can say anything, Morgan is running out to her room.

Silence settles over the room soon after. Tony is looking at you as he approaches. "Look, Y/N," he starts. His voice is low, tone genuine. "I'm sorry about anything. I know I haven't been the best brother to you and I know I have a lot to make up for. If you let me, though, I'd really like to make it up to you."

Tony holds a hand out to you and soon you find yourself taking it and pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry too, Tony. Someone important to me reminded me that it takes two to tango. It wasn't all on you and I should take accountability for shutting you out completely as well. I want to be a family again."

Tony wraps his arms around you, pulling you in tighter. He holds you close, so close, you can feed all the lost time in that hug being made up.

Send in feedback, comments, requests, or asks, please!!

[lavender-hemlock]

All of them that don’t get asked, Bwhahaha! -fom K.V. Good luuuuuuuuck lol.

Mun Ask Prompt  + Challenge because of course you would

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

I wish I was as tall as my attitude. 

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

A German Shepherd named Bruno or Nasus. 

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Casual/Classic. 

4: What was your favorite video game growing up?

Ratchet & Clank/Kingdom Hearts

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

Friends. Coffee. College. 

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

Caution: Her words hurt. 

7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?

It’s Valentine’s this week so.. I think love is deserving for yourself before others. 

You’re worth that. 

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

Melancholic. 

                        (Break inserted here for the sake of others.)

9: Are you ticklish?

Dreadfully.

10: Are you allergic to anything?

My skin gets irritated if wax rests on it. I wax my eyebrows. 

11: What’s your sexuality?

Pansexual. 

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

All three? 

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

Dog, if I had to choose. 

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?

Vampire. I’m nocturnal enough. Sun already hates me. 

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?

Creamheroes. (It’s a youtube channel about an owner that has 7 cats.)

16: How tall are you?

5′0. 

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

Claire. 

18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

125 

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

Sometimes? 

20: Do you like space or the ocean more?

Ocean. 

21: Are you religious?

Yes! Christian. 

22: Pet peeves?

Hearing people eat, attention seeking. 

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?24: Favorite constellation?

Cygnus

25: Favorite star?

A registered one my best friends gave me for my birthday. It was named something stupid.. Like “cloud”. 

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?

No. 27: Any phobias or fears?

Height phobia. Fear of needles. 

28: Do you think global warming is real?

Yes/no. Effects are proven, but media/proof is watered down by subjectives. 

29: Do you believe in reincarnation?

Not really. 

30: Favorite movie?

Princess Bride. 

31: Do you get scared easily?

No, it varies on my energy. If I’m very awake, sure. If I’m dead tired, I’m not phased. 

32: How many pets have you owned in your lifetime?

Four. All have passed due to old age only, and I’m thankful for that. 

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

10/10 for your “extra” personality. @kazexvoss 

34: What is a color that calms you?

Cerulean. 

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

Travel to Italy, live somewhere cold. 

36: Where were you born?

Somewhere hot. 

37: What is your eye color?

Green.

38: Introvert or extrovert?

Both. 

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

I think they have coincidences and they are fun to read. 

40: Hugs or kisses?

Hugs.

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

@palaceofthedeadmemes needs a hug before I beat him for not sleeping. 

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

My fiance. 

43: Any piercings you want?

Nope, fear of needles. 

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

Nope, fear of needles. I like looking at others who have either. 

45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so?

I do not smoke anymore. It was weed for awhile. 

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!

My fiance is smart, patient, and fair. He’s able to stand his ground when I’m being stubborn, and knows when I just need caffeine. True love is when offers to make coffee just because of how I seem. 

47: What is a sound you really hate?

Chewing. Lip smacking. 

48: A sound you really love?

A violin singing. 

49: Can you do a backflip?

Maybe to break something. 

50: Can you do the splits?

Yeah! Probably really slowly. 

51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

Mark Hamil / Johnny Depp . 

52: Favorite movie?

53: How are you feeling right now?

Melancholy. I wish I was writing atm. 

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

Lavender. I would want to dye it if there was a lack of care for “professionalism” with my job. 

55: When did you feel happiest?

December 26th 

56: Something that calms you down?

Music, dogs, tea. 

57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

Anxiety. 

58: What does your URL mean?

Lavender-Hemlock symbolizes the color of her infamous hair, and a poison that looks like a flower. 

59: What three words describe you the most?

Empathetic, analytical, passionate. 

60: Do you believe in evolution?

Of course. 

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

I don’t do it often, but I’ve unfollowed when someone put their foot in their mouth on a topic they shouldn’t have spoken about. 

62: What makes you follow a blog?

When the content is similar, if I’ve seen them in my notes a good bit. It doesn’t take much. 

63: Favorite kind of person:

Someone who is just caring of others. Humans that are aware other people are human. 

64: Favorite animal(s):

Lions and tigers and bears- oh my! I tend to like owls too. 

65: Name three of your favorite blogs.

@palaceofthedeadmemes, @kazexvoss, @tiergan-vashir. 

66: Favorite emote:

:ok_hand:

67: Favorite meme:

Ugandan Knuckles. 

68: What is your MBTI personality type?

INFJ. 

69: What is your star sign?

Libra

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?

No, he only wants to play. 

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

My cardigan over a t-shirt with jeans.

73: Do you have platform shoes?

Nope. 

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

75: Can you do a front flip?

I couldn’t do a back flip- how could I do it forward? 

76: Do you like birds?

They are so loud.. 

77: Do you like to swim?

Yes!

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?

Swimming is fun, and ice skating would be painful.

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

Racists. 

80: Some thing you wish did exist:

Better healthcare. 

81: Piercings you have?

N o n e. 

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

Doing content on games. RP is fun- but sometimes I do just want to do roulettes or something with others. 

83: Favorite person to talk to (Pick someone you didn’t name):

@passage-of-arms 

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

Everyone devotes to the pool of creativity with tons of writing and different perspectives. 

85: How many followers do you have?

518

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

Barely?

87: Do your socks always match?

Yes. Always. 

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

Yes!

89: What is your birthstone?

Opal

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

Caracal. 

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

Hydrangeas

92: A store you hate?

Claire’s. Like a rainbow of fake plastic sequins threw up. 

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

Three. Though I am advised this is not good for your health. 

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

Read minds. Though it would probably be concerning to hear the things people don’t say.

95: Do you like to wear camo?

Not particularly. 

96: Winter or summer?

Winter. Snow. Cold. Ice. 

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

30ish seconds? 

98: Least favorite person?

I can only see this question as a target for a bullseye, so.. 

Someone who is extremely fake in their behaviors to negate any past actions of abuse they have inflicted on other people. The type of person that spends their time taking primarily lewd photographs to get attention without regards of decency for any amount.  

99: Someone you look up to:

Not sure. 

100: A store you love?

Yankee Candle. I love candles. 

101: Favorite type of shoes?

Boots

102: Where do you live?

USA. 

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

Nope!

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

Amethyst. 

105: Do you drink milk?

Yep!

106: Do you like bugs?

No. 

107: Do you like spiders?

NO!

108: Something you get paranoid about?

If I said something wrong. 

109: Can you draw:

I can! I just haven’t in awhile. 

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

Probably about a name basis on something, like, “So who are ___?”

111: A question you hate being asked?

I don’t have one? 

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

I can’t recall?

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

Absolutely. 

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

Cloudy

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

Fiance. 

116: Favorite cloud type:

Storm clouds. 

117: What color do you wish the sky was?

Blue is fine!

118: Do you have freckles?

Yes, so many.

119: Favorite thing about a person:

Compassion. 

120: Fruits or vegetables?

Fruits!

121: Something you want to do right now:

Write

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

Depends on the time and weather. 

123: Sweet or sour foods?

Sweet!

124: Bright or dim lights?

Dim. 

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

Sadly no. 

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

Everyone is a critic, and some feel entitled to their opinion. 

127: Something you love about Tumblr:

The many views and varying content.

128: What do you think about the least?

Probably something I’m not thinking about right now. 

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

“She was loved.”

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

Uhh..

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

My brain.

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

Sometimes. 

133: Computer or TV?

Computer. 

134: Do you like roller coasters?

Kinda..? I go on them, but I’m terrified. 

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

Motion sickness with a migraine. 

136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

Lobed. 

137: Do you believe in karma?

Yeah.

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

7

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

“Bean” for coffee bean. Starlight. 

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

Nope. 

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

Nope. 

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

I’d like to say good. I encourage others to speak freely and just be themselves- unless you’re just rude. 

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

Giving. Receiving gives me anxiety lol. 

144: What makes you angry?

Ignorance. 

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

1. 

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

I prefer boys. 

147: Are you androgynous?

Nope.

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

Eyes. 

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

@aurorahawklight, @impure-ivory, @sangria-fangs

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

Renaissance   

152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

Too many ads. 

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]

I met them working a temporary retail job. He was working temporarily there with a bachelors. We had no business ever meeting or ever working there for all our experience- but we did. Its so special to have that coincidence to be in that right place and time. 

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

Forehead kisses are so so endearing- but I don’t give affection freely. 

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

Yes.

156: What embarrasses you?

Falls in confidence that brings insecurity. 

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

Crowds. 

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

I’m fine. 

159: How many people are you following?

300- even. Wow. 

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

1,911 

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

4

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

5, 817

163: Last time you cried and why:

Two days ago. Stress. 

164: Do you have long or short hair?

Long!

165: Longest your hair has ever been:

Mid-lower back.

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion?

I like religion because it is the sacred beliefs that are worshiped or dedicated to. It’s a choice. 

But, I dislike religion because it brings all manners of people who disrespect other religions, or cause people to react hatefully. 

167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

Yeah. 

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

Just eyeliner. I just gotta wing it. 

Get it?

169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

Maybe? 

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

Yeah!

@kazexvoss, another example that I am no coward from any challenge posed. 

However, I’m not going to lie, pretty sure I lost like 1/3 of my energy doing this. Thanks for the ask nerd.  

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`「✘」PARK JUNHEE. CISMALE. HE/HIM. || that new tenant, KALEB ‘KJ JANG that moved into APT 1, is TWENTY-TWO years old and is a DANCE TEACHER/PIANIST. their tenancy to be CHILDISH totally counteracts their HONEST personality. usually, you can hear UPTOWN FUNK by BRUNO MARS playing throughout their apartment. when i think of them, i think of LAUGHTER DURING SERIOUS SITUATIONS, SMILES TO HIDE THE PAIN, AND DUFFEL BAGS FULL OF DANCE CLOTHES. 「mochi. 24. cst. she/her.」

` BACKGROUND;

kaleb, who really prefers kj, was born in malibu, california and has been all around the state his whole life.

his parents were very laid back individuals, allowing the boy to be very free to do as he pleased - even as an only child.

his grades in school were always great and he was never involved in any trouble. maybe a minor thing here and there, but nothing that could have actually landed him with a criminal record. literally the most minor of things.

wasn’t always as loud and clownish as he is now. was once a shyer kid, but still pretty easy with making friends and getting along. was never disliked because he was just the sweetest of boys.

although his parents weren’t strict on him, the one thing they did want for him was to have steady job and be super successful.

if there was one thing they pushed on him, it was to make sure he attended college and land himself an amazing, well paying job that could keep him living a great life.

now, here’s where things went sour.

around the age of 12, kj started showing lots of interest in dancing. it was always something he enjoyed and he could eventually be found around the local dance studios. all of his allowance was saved up to pay for part time lessons and his parents had no idea.

anther thing they pushed on him? saving money. something he wasn’t doing since he was giving his money to the dance studio for lessons.

he passed the form off to is parents as something for school they had to sign and, of course, they didn’t pay too much attention to it because kj new to give it to them to sign while they were in the middle of a party. smart boy got away with it.

he spent almost a year in the studio, learning way more than he already knew and was in total love.

one day, someone from the studio had brought his dance bag back home - the one he had forgotten. but he hadn’t arrived home yet, so when he finally did get back - whatta surprise.

his parents were furious. they scolded him and it got to the point where his father just couldn't handle it.

for the first time in his life, he’d seen a side of his parents that he never even thought he’d see. furious and enraged, his father started to strike him and it was much more than just a small spanking.

he was left battered and bruised by his angry father that he couldn’t even leave the house for  few days. he stood home from school so he didn’t have to explain why he looked the way he did. it was bad.

afterwards, his parents barely cared for him. after he explained it’s something he wanted to do when he was older, they gave him such cold shoulders. they couldn’t stand the thought of their only son being a dancer instead of like, i don’t know, president or something.

from then on, any time he brought up dancing, he’d get abused. anytime they found him at the studio? he’d be left battered and marked up pretty badly. it was just something his parents were so against, they left no mercy for kj whatsoever.

he kept on hiding the fact that he would sneak to the studio, taking such a risk, but he couldn't help it. boy loves to dance.

` PRESENT;

kj is in new york, avoiding his family and still trying ot settle in a place. who knows if new york will be that place.

to this day, kj still dances. he not only teaches, but competes from time to time. he mostly does hip hop or pop, sometimes a bit of ballet - but it isn’t his strong suit. either way, he’s talented and he’s well aware of it.

his newest love is piano. he taught himself before enrolling in classes and slowly began to work up his skills. 

now, for kj, dancing and piano go hand in hand. 

one of his favorite activities? writing songs and melodies, recording them, and then dancing to them. adores it.

is doing well for himself, isn’t rich as hell, but is well taken care of.

is super distant from his parents. obviously.

the one habit he did develop was taking in excessive amounts of alcohol.

at around the age of 14, kj began experimenting with alcohol which is so sad, but true. and even to this day, it’s something he struggles with.

there are times when his mind travels back to the abuse and practical neglect he suffered and he just. can’t handle it.

or when he becomes overwhelmed, he needs a bottle. or two. a mess.

can be found in the same hole in the wall bar that is barely hoppin most of the time, but for kj? a safe place.

kj does wanna try to reach out to his parents and make amends, but the last time he did - the abuse started again even at his current age, his dad will easily strike him without a second thought.

now, as much as he hates it, he usually avoid interaction with is parents and just. is like nah.

` PERSONALITY;

listen, boy is a clown.

kj is a total jokester.

has such a sense of humor, loves jokes and inside jokes and is just overall fond of laughter.

unfortunately, he uses his humor to cover a lot of shit.

his past? humor it. troubled thoughts? humor it. breakups? humor it. literally can make anything into a joke and has no problem doing it about everything in his life.

is not a healthy way to cope, but he doesn’t know how else to do so. he’d gotten so use to covering his problems with humor that it’s all he knows how to do in order to cope.

serous situations can be hard for him because ???

one good thing about kj is that he’s always willing to try.

( unlike my other two trash cans ) kj is super willing to learn how to love and open up.

isn’t closed off much or withdrawn. he doesn’t mind feelings or being involved or admitting to things. sometimes he may need help and patience, but he’d not the type to shy away or make it difficult. he will truly work on himself when he needs to.

kj was always great in relationships. the only problem was how childish he can be. again, his coping mechanism is humor and that’s obviously not always acceptable when dealing with certain things. because of this, it doesn’t work out.

kj is well aware that he needs to work on it and always tries, it’s just really hard for him. but is still trying to improve.

kj as a friend? bitch please.

kj is such a friendly, smiley person. is always up for a good time, is basically the hype man of his group.

pumps people up, gives them confidence, never says no. total hype man.

soft puppy on the outside, torn apart on the inside, mouth full of dirty jokes. this boy is all over the place.

` DEM FACTS;

loves the color orange.

is either in all black or super colorful, no in between.

wears glasses because he is bliiiiind. not totally, but needs them for real. wears contacts sometimes, but most glasses. he enjoys them for the most part.

loves a good inside joke. if he has an inside joke with you, you’re one of his best friends and there’s no question about it.

hair color? changes all of the time. but he doesn’t exactly do crazy colors. usually blonde or brown or black or a natural looking red. but it’s always changing, idk how he has hair.

loves throwback nickelodeon shows so much, as well as them disney ones.

although he’s such a clown, will enjoy a soft moment of a soft talk every once in a while. it’s rare to happen and takes the right person, but loves them. probably is in love with this person, honestly, who knows.

loves to go to clubs. mostly for the dancing. loves to go anywhere for the dancing. i mean, the drinking too. but the dancing.

bites his lip more than he talks bc it’s a habit of his.

skincare routine is outrageous because he learned that with dancing comes sweating and with sweating comes breakouts so he’s so on top of it. js.

and that’s all i can think of?

another recycled plot, so please excuse any errors. BUT, plot with this hot mess. @momochi#0913 on discord !

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Crash(test) The Ballad of Faded Wolf

(Summary)

Barry Mick is a struggling tour manager for a young US rock band in his 30's working in the rock world and mainstream pop; but also works several part time real jobs. The band he is currently managing is a young band “Faded Wolf”; full of notorious stories and behaviors including sex,drugs, and rock and roll. Will they crash and burn? Or live and learn? Probably neither.

Crash(test) The Ballad of Faded Wolf

Story written by Joe Bruno

Edited by

Max Barksdale

There’s something peaceful about waking up in a moving vehicle. The scenery moving like an old movie reel as we make our way to the next destination is the best part, I guess. From what my folks told me when I was young, you actually had to dedicate a person, with a license, to controlling the vehicle; which sounds like a terrible idea looking around my immediate company.

“Tommy Rocks”, as he’s known, is in the next bunk over; putting his genitals on one of our roadies face while he’s asleep. Classic. The band I’m currently out on the road with, (for way less money than I should’ve negotiated; had I known the shit storm I had agreed to) Faded Wolf, are one of the new growing bands in the heavy metal scene. And they are all about attention.

These guys just cost the label $600,000 in damages; leading cops on a two hour chase after stealing a old school collection car from a classic car show, then proceeding to manually drive it onto the highway.

Fucking psychos I tell you. Especially in 2044.

A human messing with with our great, automated highways? It’s crazy they’d let anyone touch a real steering wheel. Thankfully the van doesn’t have one or I’d never sleep with this band around. Not that I do much.. From what I heard growing up, people died like all the time crashing these things it was something crazy like the plague, it was in the millions of people dead all of the time, senselessly. And you’ve got to be an idiot to get out on the roads with the old cars and attempt to drive with the cars we have today. Nobody stops and goes and burns gas anymore. The road system today is cars going everywhere all automatically timed to drive without hardly stopping. Except out here, there’s some drivers still not enough automatic services out this way yet.

Suddenly, there’s a loud pop and the van comes to a stop on the side of the road. We are somewhere on I-70 near Anywhere, Kansas. The van operator broadcasts on to the intercom, “Hey fellas, we are really sorry to inform you but your ‘Bandvan’ rental has had an internal problem with it’s charge system and needs repairs. With your insurance purchase, we will be covering stay at a hotel for you guys until we can get the next van in your area. The nearest one is a day away. Really sorry about the inconvenience. We can give you two free days on your next trip. Again, so sorry. Local tow resources are on their way and should arrive in 25 minutes.”

Damn. We had one more date for tomorrow in Colorado, then I was to catch the Interstate speed train to California; where my next job starts. A pop artist, “Yuki”, is playing the VENUE on Mars’ grand opening. This is like the big stadium time too; bigger than the theaters and bars that host Faded Wolf.

I was asked to smuggle some personal belongings they had left when they took off last week. Oh, and it’s going to take two months to get there. The band managers “great joy of the music world”, is basically being the babysitter to the most irresponsible group of people in the world.

Not now.

I have to figure out what we are going to do. The tow truck is pulling up now I guess I’ll go settle up with the service and oh hey it’s the gang is already around the front. Shit. Tommy, Jim, John, and Freddy are chugging beers and flashing their private parts to oncoming traffic. I used to hear stories about bands like Motley Crüe and Guns N Roses, in my grandparents younger days, who did this kind of stuff.

It was wild.

I think that’s what they want.

Shock value.

It sounded fun at first; but after two months of living it, breathing it, and smelling it with this group, it has lost it’s appeal. I can’t wait to go Mars and get away for a bit.

But what are you gonna do?

These guys want it all.

And unfortunately, they’ll do anything for the attention.

We arrive at a local hotel. It was one of these small mom and pop ones with a kind of old “Bates Motel” vibe; except this was Conways motel. It’s almost like a slasher film; but instead of killing you in the shower, you would step back in time to what the elders would call, “the eighties baby!” The room was filled with neon colors on the walls and 80’s movie and music posters on every wall.

A short older man, maybe in his 60’s, in black pants and a faded blue vintage nascar shirt approaches us. He introduces himself as Earl Conway and asks if we are the rock band staying the night. Tommy and the gang, the kind of wild living guys they are, of course are already shotgunning beers behind me with the roadies and some local fans who are also staying at the hotel.

They have also recognized the band.

I shrug and go into “manager mode”.

We get away to settle up the insurance at the front desk.

“Well, I know it’s y’all’s misfortune, but it is just our treat to have y’all stay with us at ‘Conway’s’ tonight. We never have too many city folk stay here; especially real rockstars. Let us know if you need anything; food, beer, some coke, ‘Ya know’,” Earl brags with a grin.

Well, at least I know these guys are mostly safe to party.

“Thanks Mr. Conley. I really hope we don’t need too much. Our next van will be in town around 12 tomorrow. And then, we are back on the road to the rockies. Though, I can’t speak for the band. It looks like they are already making friends.”

I gaze out the door.

The crowd partying with the band has tripled since exchanging info at the front desk. It appears Tommy and Freddy are now signing several women’s breast and taking some suggestive photos. They probably assumed I quit paying attention, went to my room take my sleep aid, and pass out.

What the hell could go wrong? This is what they do.

That’s not managing though.

I’m thinking I got to go break this up.

“Mr. Conley, I’ll make sure we keep the crowd and noise down,” I assured him.

“Nonsense Barry! You know what; on the weekends we have a 25 Acre track, just behind the motel, where we race good old human driving cars. I saw the band’s mishap with that car out in California on the news. Compared to that footage, I’ll gladly let them rip it up tonight!” Earl responded.

Well there goes my peaceful night.

It’s not even night, and two of the old classic cars that drove by earlier have rolled up to the growing party in the parking lot. Freddy, Tommy, and the gang, are now doing what are called “donuts” in the parking lot. I’ve seen videos online where the human controlled vehicles speed and then brake during a turn, to slide across parking lots at shopping centers and apartment buildings. I suppose it’s better they can do that here; instead of the theft and driving on automated highways charges.

I head to the room to try to get some peace and quiet. Maybe I can try to go over my lists for the Mars trip; which I’m surprised about it being a whole 4 month thing and I’m not that nervous yet. I guess it’s hard to think to that far in the future when you live in “Faded Wolf’s” now.

As I’m approaching the room, I can hear sounds of giggling. Nope thats moaning.

Shit.

Someone is having sex in my room.

Again.

I can’t really count at this point how many times this has happened. But I’m not surprised really. It’s Faded Wolf. What did I expect. At least I have my bag. I can work on some things in this old chair at the end of the hall.

Luckily, I brought my headphones to tune this out.

And they are dead.

Goddamn Bluetooth!

I really miss the older devices my grandparents showed me when I was younger, the headphones may have had to be plugged in; but you weren’t left hanging.

Well, i passed out in the hallway on the floor for couple hours and awake to Earl right in my face and shaking me “buddy I got other customers rolling in soon can’t have you here like this.” I agree. I startle but get up in a haze.. I haven’t really felt this low since i turned 30. The world keeps turning though, I get up and grab my bag and computer I used as a pillow. The room was cleared out and I can finally catch a shower.

There’s clearly cocaine residue on the dresser and all of the room beers are gone. As much as I’m disappointed they didn’t leave any to share, I’m guessing Earl may have to order more for tonight.

I finish my shower, get dressed, and head out to the tracks. It’s a sunny summer day, with green trees and a field view; not that Kansas is known for its landscapes. It was a nice break from the crowded cities we usually stay in.

The guys are all hammered and driving these cars, I’d say, 90 miles an hour back and forth through a loop called a “race track.”

I’ve seen these before on the web. This used to be a popular sport, and still has a strong presence in the south to this day.

More of the local community has shown up looking for a chance to party with this band of fools.

I finally take a seat in the stands, with my own beer, and a little cigarette of ‘grass’, as they used to call it. One of the cars with Tommy driving, and yelling something obnoxious out the window, suddenly turns too quick. It goes up sideways, and flips several times in a barrel roll before stopping on it’s hood.

I drop everything and run over to help.

Tommy quickly climbs his way out, soaked in blood and yelling out in pain; which seems to be coming from the arm he’s holding. I look over inside. One of the fan girls from earlier is inside; luckily with a seatbelt on, which is holding her up. Kind of dangling, but still not awake. She looks a little cut up and I can’t tell if she’s breathing.

This right here is why they did away with letting humans drive. This is what my parents used to ramble on about when I

was young and driving had just been banned. I can’t believe they did this for over 100 years. This is a horror movie in real life. The shock and anxiety. You know, cannabis can make you very anxious without any bad shit happening; but this anxiety was something completely new.

One of my clients may have just killed someone.

As the local ambulance and fire response vehicles roll up, so do several police cars.

This is it.

We are fucked.

I am fucked.

The mars trip, is super fucked.

There is no way we are getting out of this mess by the time our next van rolls in tomorrow.

The rest of the band and I stayed back and talked to the cops about what we saw. I look over to the medical team, and see the fangirl miraculously retain consciousness; with no visible broken bones. Just a few scrapes and bruises on her faces. When her eyes finally opened and she got up and walked off with her friends quickly to the ambulance and seemed to try to keep looking over seeing Tommy at the ambulance, my anxiousness subdued a bit.

But now, we had a new set of problems. The law.

Tommy was immediately arrested and was being charged with an older charge called a “DUI”, reckless driving, and driving without a license. Apparently, this whole track operation is mostly for skilled drivers who still get a thing called a “drivers license.”

After they take him away, local news crews start rolling in to film the documentary of the end of our careers.

I had to call the label to let them know what had happened.

Well look at that. Faded Wolf news travels fast. Tim, the A&R rep, is calling me.

“Hey Tim, buddy! How are you?” I ask, trying to cool tension. “What the fuck did you let happen Barry? You’re the manager! Do you know how much this is going to cost us?” He yelled.

“Look man; you know these guys! Okay? They don’t listen to anybody! I just clean up the mess, like always! But I’m gonna go down there and get Tommy out, okay? These people are super fans; so we might get lucky,” I explained.

“Try what you will Barry; but if you can’t fix this, you’re done.” He hung up.

Earl comes up, still shaken from the event. I immediately start apologizing.

“Hey man. I’m so sorry these guys are idiots, And that poor girl”

He interrupts, “It’s ok Barry, it’s my fault. I encouraged it, and we’ve had accidents from time to time. I could’ve done more to set some ground rules. You guys being here has just been the most fun we’ve had in a while. Look. I got a lawyer buddy who helps me with my books. I’m gonna call him for us. Would you like a ride to check on Tommy?” He asks.

“Of course man! That would be amazing. I actually don’t know how to drive; really none of us from out west do.”

The rest of the crew stayed back.

The buzzkill shook everyone into retreating back to the rooms.

The parties over.

The drive was quiet.

The local radio report is already talking about the accident. I had to change the channel and the next station is, of course, a rock station ironically playing the “Faded Wolf” song “Crash”. I change it again, and finally tune into some obscure classical channel.

It was finally peaceful.

We get to the police station and go check in.

You know in jail movies, this part always sucks. Going to meet your friend or family member; locked up in the jump suit.

It is an all around shitty experience.

It also has be somewhere around 1 AM; about 12 hours away from our van departure schedule. At this point, I feel we are not gonna make it. And I’m not gonna make that Mars trip. We get to the front desk and ask for Tommy.

The desk lady grins and says, “We are hanging that mugshot up in the break lounge; as soon as we get it autographed. We’re holding him a bit longer. You know, y’all are so lucky that girl and her family likes him. He could’ve been here a while.”

I reply confused, “So he’s getting out?.”

“Well, yeah. Some lawyer came in representing that girl. Says she’s his daughter and he settled up with the judge. He will be free to go in just a bit”.

I look to Earl, “Dude, your lawyer is the girls dad?”

He looks shocked, “Shit I had no clue. I hope he doesn’t shut me down.”

The lawyer pops around the corner. “No real harm, no foul; I suppose. We live a little wild out here with these cars, and have accidents from time to time. Regardless, my kid, for some godforsaken reason, has been obsessed with this band for years now, since her high school days, and says it would be the most embarrassing thing to put you away for this. She just wants this to go away. And she really likes this “Tommy” guy, so we’ve made a hefty financial settlement that will take care of her, myself, and get some money flowing down at city hall again. Anyways, we will be in touch with the label for payment soon. And, please. Never. Ever. Let Tommy, or the rest of the band, drive. Or maybe never come here again. I’m serious. Goodnight, gents.” He leaves the station.

Well only in this rock and roll world can such scenario play out. Apparently everyone in this jail is a Faded Wolf fan even the judge. Tommy finally comes out of the back putting his shirt back on and a little bandaged up it seems. He signs a few copies of his mugshot for the station employees. Tommy then comes running at us jumping “ dudes I can’t believe it they love us here, apparently that girls dad is a lawyer, and begged him not to let me stay locked up and pay a fine instead” I reply “ so what’s the damage how much is this going to cost us?” Tommy smirks “ well let’s just say the label is not going to be happy about it and I’m sorry Barry if they blame this on you” I reply “ blame what?” Tommy deeply inhales and answers “eh it’s gonna cost about 20 million or so”. Well in my mind I was thinking a lot worse but that is still probably enough that it’s coming out of the next albums check and probably my check too. He continues “ it’s all good Barry we are getting that next advance and the last album just hit platinum”. This guy has no clue how completely fucked we could’ve been. But how could he? We let this happen and now by paying it off we encourage it.

We all get back to the hotel it’s probably close to 4 AM everyone’s passed out. Earl comes by as I’m packing things to be ready to go in the morning. “ well I’m glad it all worked out for you guys and I’m sorry about letting this happen” I interrupted “ look Earl these guys like to do crazy things and don’t think much, don’t blame yourself

We are all lucky it wasn’t worse.

And crazy lucky that the girl’s dad was lawyer; in our favor.

“You’ve been a great help to us! I’ll make sure to send you a postcard from the new venue on mars!”

He sort of gets excited, “Mars? No way! Is that the pop star everyone is going crazy for? ‘Yuki’ right?”

I replied, “Yup! That’s the one! I actually have to bring some things they forgot when they left the other day.”

Earl grabs a postcard from his folder he was carrying. “Well, could you show some love to the motel up there?”

I look at the picture of the motel which had several cars driving in the background, “You bet Earl, thanks for everything”.

I caught some sleep and woke up just in time for the “15 minute warning” for the vans arrival. We all loaded in and waved goodbye. Tommy was, of course, holding up the show and making out with the girl Alice. You know, the girl he nearly killed last night. I think that’s what her name was. Actually, I’m not really sure what her name was; but I guess it’s best we leave town on a good note.

And there we were; back on the road, heading to Colorado, cracking jokes trying to laugh off the bizarre events from the night before.

Tommy leans from his seat to me, “Barry, man, thank you for being there. We all appreciate it and I promise you that I’m never driving again! Well, unless I come back out here and see her again” he chuckles.

It had been on my mind all morning though, that maybe it was time for a career change. Possibly something with less responsibility for those least responsible. Maybe I’ll start my own band or label and just be in charge of myself. Who knows?

The Colorado show went off without a hitch; other than arriving right as soon as the band was scheduled to be on in 30 minutes. I’m glad we made it, but also just as glad to be out and not in charge of these maniacs for a long time. I left early to catch my train to the launch pad in California.

I can’t believe I made it.

Still sleepy and still taking in the events of the last two days, I figured it was a perfect time to take a sleep aid; seeing as I’ll be boarding a space shuttle to live in (which is basically a hotel lobby) for two months.

From what I’ve read, these launches can make you feel sick quickly; so it’s probably best to be passed out for that part. I get through security, get my bags checked, then board the ship. As I’m seated and buckled, I lay back with freshly charged headphones and some classics playing.

I slowly doze off.

I wake up, and I’m not in the ship anymore, but back in the port at the launchpad in a wheelchair. A flight attendant is near me, sees that I’m awake, and jumps up.

“Sir we are so sorry to inform you like this, but our ship had trouble taking off and was grounded. A second ship left later

in the day, but you have been out for about 10 hours and we could not get you into the next one passed out like that.”

I feel ambushed by the whole situation.

I’m still waking up but I take a second to process it “So when’s the next one?”

She replies, “Unfortunately, the Mars shuttle only flies three times a month, twice a day. That was the last one, and there are currently no options for two weeks. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience”

I’m still processing, but try to negotiate with her, “So what else can I get? my clients need their package.”

She responds, “Well your boss, Tim I believe, has left a package and note for you about that.”

I open the packages and letter.

“Hey, Barry. Give me a call when you get this. You’ve got a new mission. You're now taking the daily flight tomorrow to the moon for ‘Faded Wolf’s’ surprise show next week for the moon colony at the Lunar Lounge.

PS: Mars mail carrier will take the package; don’t worry. But you gotta watch these guys again!

You owe me!

And the label!”

Really? I quit.

[johnhardinsawyer]

“We Don’t Talk About. . .”

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

4 / 3 / 2022

John 12:1-8

“We Don’t Talk About. . .”

(Bruno and Other Things)

“We don’t talk about Bruno-no-no. . .

We don’t talk about Bruno. . .  But. . .”[1]

For those of you who don’t know about Bruno and why we don’t talk about him, maybe you haven’t seen the Oscar-winning Disney film called Encanto about the Madrigal family in Colombia.  On the surface, Encanto is about a family with miraculous and magical abilities, but it is really a film about generational trauma, the pressures that we put on ourselves and others, and telling the truth even when it hurts because the truth can also heal us.  Like most Disney movies, there are some songs that are catchier than others and the song “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” actually hit Number 1the US, UK, and in Ireland.  About a month ago, I was in Ireland, and I heard the song multiple times in restaurants, shops, and on the car radio – driving through the green Irish countryside. . . “We don’t talk about Bruno. . .”  If you listen to the song, you will catch a glimpse of poor Uncle Bruno, who has the ability to see the future, and sometimes he sees things in the future that other people don’t like – rain on a wedding day, or growing a gut, or losing your hair, or not finding the love you want.  Before the movie even begins, Bruno has disappeared – run off.  How embarrassing!  And the family doesn’t talk about him because Bruno is a sensitive subject.  So, they sing, “we don’t talk about Bruno.”  The only thing is, they really do talk about Bruno.

You know, there are some people in our lives that might seem a bit embarrassing to us and some situations and subjects that are more sensitive than others and so we don’t talk about Bruno, or the Black Sheep of the Family, or so-and-so’s bad habit, or the thing that is just too emotionally complex for us, or that one time when that one thing happened that we don’t want to talk about.  It is why we will often lower our voices when we say the word “cancer” or “d-i-v-o-r-c-e” or find ourselves saying that somebody “passed” or “passed away” when really, they “died.”  We don’t talk about. . . whatever it is. . .  at least, not in front of the children, or not when a certain person’s around, or not until we’re ready.

Sometimes, we’re just not ready – not ready to face the facts, or the future – so we don’t talk about. . . that (whatever “that” may be).  But, it can be a good thing to name the thing that we don’t want to talk about, and talk about it in ways that reveal the uncomfortable and yet healing truth.

Today’s scripture reading from the Gospel of John contains a whole lot of things that people did not want to talk about.  Over the course of these eight short verses – the story of a meal shared by good friends – we have this awkwardly intimate moment when a woman named Mary washes Jesus’ feet with perfume and her hair, we have Judas (the one who we know will betray Jesus) causing a stink as the smell of the perfume fills the house, and we have Jesus talking about the poor and about his own death.  If you were to add religion and politics into the mix, there would be any number of things that people would rather not talk about.  But. . .

Let us talk about Mary.  If we read the chapter right before today’s reading, we find the story of Mary and her sister, Martha, who are grieving the death of their brother, Lazarus.  As the story goes, Jesus is a friend of the family and they send word to him saying that Lazarus is ill, but Jesus does not arrive in town until Lazarus is already dead.  Both Mary and Martha say to Jesus, “If you had been here, my brother would not have died.”[2]  Jesus sees their grief and hears the crying of all of the people and he begins to cry, too.  As I said in a sermon a while back, sometimes you just need someone to sit and cry with you, and we have a God who weeps with us in the most difficult of times.  Anyway, Jesus wipes his tears and calls for Lazarus’ tomb to be opened and he calls Lazarus to rise from the grave.  And Lazarus walks out.  This is a wild story and it sets the backdrop for today’s reading, because everyone has gathered at Lazarus’ house for dinner.  Lazarus is sitting at the table with Jesus, Martha is serving the meal (just like she always does), and Mary. . . well, Mary gets up from the table, takes a pound of costly perfume made of a stuff called nard, which came all the way from Nepal, thousands of miles away in the Himalayas.[3]  Transporting goods in those days was a pricey proposition.  And for Mary to take a whole pound of the stuff – twelve Roman ounces – and pour it on Jesus’ feet would have been considered a great extravagance.  Why would you pour out something worth a year’s wages onto someone else’s feet?  And then Mary kneels on the floor and wipes Jesus’ feet with her hair.  I could ask if such a thing has ever happened at a dinner part you’ve attended, but I’m willing to guess that most of you would say, “Uh. . . no.”   I imagine it would be a rather memorable, yet awkward, moment at the dinner table – for the host to wash the feet of the guest with twelve ounces of, let’s say, Clive Christian’s No. 1 Imperial Majesty Oriental Perfume to the tune of nearly $10,000.[4]  That’s a lot to spend on a single gift, all at once.  And, it’s perfume – not exactly a durable good.  This is something that is on Judas’ mind as he watches Mary wiping Jesus’ feet with such an expensive gift.  

Should we talk about Judas?  I sometimes think that we don’t talk about Judas enough.  We really only talk about Judas around Maundy Thursday and Good Friday – kind of like how we really only talk about the shepherds and wise men around Christmas.  Many of you know that Judas is the disciple who will eventually betray Jesus.  Today’s story tells us that he used to embezzle – steal money from Jesus and the rest of the disciples.  The Bible never tells us how the disciples funded their travel and food, but I imagine that there were those along the way who would offer money to Jesus and his merry band of followers.  Somebody appointed Judas the Treasurer of the group, for lack of a better term – or, lack of a better candidate.  Maybe Judas knew how create an Excel spreadsheet, I don’t know.  Anyway, we have this picture of an unsavory, thieving, guy and we have the foreknowledge that he is about to betray Jesus.  So, we’re given some reasons not to like him.  In the Gospel of John, the only time Judas is referenced prior to today’s story is when Jesus tells his disciples, “Did I not choose you, the twelve?  Yet one of you is a devil.”  He was speaking of Judas son of Simon Iscariot, for he, though one of the twelve, was going to betray him.  (John 6:70-71)  Now that’s some foreshadowing!  What does it say about the love of Jesus – that he welcomes even those who would betray him into his close, inner circle. . .  that he welcomes even you and me?

As Judas sits at the table at Lazarus’ home with Jesus and the other disciples, and Martha serving, and the smell of Mary’s perfume filling the entire house, I can’t help but feel sad for the guy.  And maybe Jesus does, too.  Here, in the calm before the storm of Palm Sunday and Good Friday, when there is some semblance of normalcy, and friendship, and sweetness, Judas should be enjoying this, but he’s a guy with a lot on his mind, and not all of it is good.  Maybe you can relate. . .  I know I can. . .  It’s just how we are – how we can be – as fallible human beings, giving in to our darkest impulses instead of seeing the good right before our very eyes or even breathing in the sweet fragrance of God’s grace.  

Jesus is at the Table, with his friends.  Lazarus, a man who had been dead, is sitting there, too.  Mary gets up, takes the perfume, and begins to wash Jesus’ feet.  All eyes are on her.  You can hear a pin drop.  Judas breaks the silence, saying resentfully, “This perfume could have fed the poor!” when what he really means is, “I could have sold this stuff for a fortune and skimmed some off the top for myself.”  There are so many of us who are self-righteous in public, but a little less honorable in private.  I imagine just about everyone there thinking, “Judas, read the room, buddy.  Something strange and powerful is taking place here.”  And then Jesus speaks.

We should talk about Jesus. . .  the guest of honor at the dinner, the one who raised Lazarus from the dead and is sitting with him now.  In this strange, and holy, and awkward moment in which nobody knows what to say, Jesus says several curious things, here.

First, he stops Judas in his tracks.  “Leave Mary alone,” Jesus says. “She bought the perfume so that she might keep it for the day of my burial.” (John 12:7)  Whether or not Mary was actually anticipating Jesus’ death, now you can really hear a pin drop in the room.  It’s not a common thing, for someone to talk about their own death over dinner with friends.  We don’t talk about death very often – at least, not our own.  But Jesus – who has known all along that his pilgrimage will lead to his own self-giving sacrifice – names it in this sweet-smelling room.  The perfume is not just a costly gift – it foreshadows the costly gift that Jesus is about to give.  

Jesus also has this curious line:  “The poor you will always have with you, but you will not always have me.”  (12:8) There are whole sermons that could be preached about this line, but in short, Jesus isn’t saying, “You will always have poor people, so don’t worry too much about helping them.”  Instead, he is saying, “In this significant moment – before my death – a spontaneous gift given to me will not mean neglect for the poor.”[5]  Or, to put it another way, “Do take care of poor people – always.  But this generous grace shared with me is a sign of so much more grace that can be shared with all the world.”

And so, Jesus goes on to share it – the healing grace of his saving death and resurrection.  

When this story is told in the Gospel of Mark, Mary is not named, but Jesus tells the people, “Truly I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.”  (Mark 14:9)  We will be talking about her and what she has done – offering an extravagant gift in such a humble and intimate way, a reminder of the extravagant gift that Jesus is about to offer as he goes to the Cross.

I’ll close with this.  Jesus eats a meal with his friends – a meal in which much grace is shared, not unlike the meal that we are about to share together – and the perfume is poured onto Jesus’ feet.  The next day, Jesus will ride into the city on a donkey, and the people will wave palm branches, and lay them on the road, shouting “Hosanna!  Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.”  (12:13)  And, even though the text doesn’t say this, explicitly, I wonder whether Jesus’ feet will still smell good – the perfume wafting over the crowd – the scent of grace, a reminder of that which was, and is, and is to come. . .

May we not ignore or think less of God’s extravagant grace, but instead, share it – talk about it – so that the fragrance of who God is will be known in all the world.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.  

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[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Don%27t_Talk_About_Bruno.

[2] See John 11:21 and 11:32.

[3] David Noel Freedman, ed. The Anchor Bible Dictionary – Vol. 5 (New York:  Doubleday, 1992) 226.V.  “Perfumes and Spices” by Victor H. Matthews.

[4] Supposedly one of the most expensive perfumes available, today.  580 Pounds Sterling X 12 = 6960 Pounds Sterling = $9149.00.  https://www.clivechristian.com/product/no1-feminine-edition/.

[5] Note from the New Revised Standard Version, Oxford Annotated Bible. 145 NT.

[erhiem]

“I think inheritance is quite distasteful.”

Not all kids of the rich and famous are living life like their celebrity parents. While these stars lead a lavish lifestyle, they also want to make sure that their children know the value of hard work. In fact, some celebs have decided that their children will not inherit any of their huge wealth when the time comes.

Instead, celebrities such as Daniel Craig and Gordon Ramsey have decided that most of their wealth will be distributed to more philanthropic causes, such as charities founded by them. And while some may disagree with their choice to leave their children to be their provider, it’s a decision these celebs are clinging to.

Know which celebs will not leave their children as a legacy…

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1. Daniel Craig

Daniel Craig may be worth over $100 million, but he isn’t planning on leaving any of it to his kids. The actor shares a 2-year-old with his wife Rachel Weisz as well as 29-year-old Ella from his previous marriage to Fiona London. Daniel explained that he believed the inheritance to be “distasteful” and that he would give away his money instead.

“Isn’t there an old saying that if you die a rich man, you have failed? I think Andrew Carnegie [an American industrialist] Given what would be about $11 billion in today’s money, that shows how rich he was because I’ll bet he kept some of it. But I don’t want to leave big bucks for the next generation. I think inheritance is quite distasteful. My philosophy is to get rid of it or give it before it goes,” Daniels said UK’s Candice Magazine.

2. Elton John

Elton John wants to make sure his twin boys, Eliza and Zachary, are in a “strong financial position” in life, but doesn’t believe in giving kids the silver spoon. Instead, she and her husband, David Furnish, want to instill respect for both money and work.

Elton said, “Boys lead the most incredible lives, they’re not normal kids, and I’m not going to pretend they are. But you have to have some semblance of mediocrity, some respect for money, some respect for work.” ” Mirror.

David continued, “Warren Buffett, America’s third richest man, has a really good model that he leaves enough money for his kids to have a house, a car and all of their basic needs. And take care of them so they never need to worry.. But it’s not crazy, silly, unneeded money to buy a Picasso or a private jet. Anything beyond basic, they have to go out and earn it themselves. “

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3. Gordon Ramsay

Gordon Ramsay is one of the most famous chefs in the world, having owned restaurants and numerous television programs around the world. But despite his millions, Gordon says he won’t leave any of it for his five kids, whom he seats in economy class when they’re traveling.

“It’s definitely not going to them. And it’s not in a mean way; it’s not to spoil them. The only thing I agree with Tana is she gets a flat 25% deposit, but Not on the whole flat. I’ve been super lucky with that career in America for the past 15 years,” Gordon told The Telegraph. Seriously, it’s earned me a fortune and I’ve been very lucky, so I respect whatever I get.”

4. Ashton Kutcher

Ashton Kutcher says he and his wife Mila Kunis do not plan to set up a trust or leave a legacy for their children, Wyatt and Dimitri. While they plan to leave their money on charity and other causes, Ashton says that he will invest in his children’s business if he presents a good business plan.

“I’m not setting up a trust for them. We’ll give our money to charity and various things. My kids are living a really privileged life, and they don’t even know it. And they will never know it. , because it’s the only one they’ll know… If my kids want to start a business, and they have a good business plan, I’ll invest in it but they’re not getting the confidence.” Ashton said on Dax Shepard’s “Armchair Expert” podcast.

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5. Nigella Lawson

Television personality Nigella Lawson does not believe in giving financial security to her children. She says that she will not leave her adult children, Cosima and Bruno, to any of her millions, despite the fact that her stepfather, Charles Saatchi, thought differently.

“I’m determined that my kids shouldn’t have any financial security. It doesn’t ruin people to make money. I argue with myself [now ex] Husband Charles, because he believes you should be able to leave money for your children. I guess we have to agree to disagree,” Nigella once said my weekly.

6. Simon Cowell

Just before the birth of his first child, Simon Cowell expressed that he did not plan to leave his fate to a son. Instead, Simon said he hoped he would be able to provide enough opportunities for his family to be successful on their own.

“I’m going to leave my money for someone. A charity, maybe – kids and dogs. I don’t believe in passing from one generation to the next. Your legacy should be that hopefully you gave enough people an opportunity so that they may do good, and you have given them your time, and you have taught them what you know.” said Esquire UK.

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7. Mark Zuckerberg

Following the birth of his daughter Max, Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg announced that he and his wife would not pass the majority of their fortune to Max and any future children. Instead, Mark and his wife will be donating 99% of their Facebook shares, then valued at $45 billion, to advance the mission of the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative – to advance human potential and promote equality.

“When you start the next generation of the Chan Zuckerberg family, we also start the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative to join people around the world to advance human potential and promote equality for all children in the next generation. Our initial area of ​​focus will be personalized education, curing disease, connecting people and building strong communities. We will continue to pursue this mission with 99% of our Facebook shares – currently about $45 billion – for the rest of our lives. Will give during,” Mark wrote in an open letter to his daughter Facebook.

8. George Lucas

In 2012, “Star Wars” creator George Lucas sold Lucasfilm to Disney for $4.05 billion. Despite the sale taking their net worth to over $6 billion, neither of their four children will see much money. Instead, George opted to put the bulk of the money into a foundation that would primarily focus on educational issues.

“George Lucas has expressed his intention, if the deal closes, to donate the majority of proceeds to his philanthropic efforts,” a spokesman said. heart.

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9. Bill Gates

Microsoft founder Bill Gates is valued at over $100 billion, but plans to pass the vast majority to charitable causes. As owner of the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, the world’s largest private charitable foundation, Bill will reportedly leave his three children right now $10 million each, which is less than 1% of his fortune.

“I definitely think it’s not doing them any favors to leave huge amounts of money to the kids. Warren Buffett was part of an article talking about this in 1986, before I even met him and it made me think about it. thought and decided he was right. Some people disagree with this but Melinda and I feel good about it,” wrote Bill reddit ama.

10. Andrew Lloyd Webber

Musical theater composer Andrew Lloyd Webber once expressed that he would not leave his fortune to his five children and had no plans to take over his company, The Really Useful Group. Following his passing, Andrew says he hopes his fortune is invested in helping struggling singers and musicians.

“They don’t bother. They don’t think that way. It’s about a work ethic – I don’t believe in inherited wealth at all. I’m not in favor of kids suddenly getting a lot of money in their way Come on. Because then they have no incentive to keep working. I’ll give them a head start in life but they won’t be really useful group owners,” explained Andrew daily mail.

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11. Warren Buffett

Warren Buffett, the second richest man in the world, was one of the first to talk about where his fortune would go when he passed away and influenced many other wealthy people in his succession decisions. Investor and enthusiastic philanthropist They say He plans to give 100% of his billion-dollar fortune to various charities, leaving nothing for his children. Instead of giving directly to his children, he plans to give more than $2 billion of stock to his three children for each of his donations.

12. sting

Iconic musician Sting doesn’t plan on leaving any money for his kids – because he may have spent it all! The musician, who has more than 100 people on his payroll, says he wants his six children to know the value of the work. While many may believe that they were “born with a silver spoon in their mouth,” this simply is not the case.

“I told them there wouldn’t be much money left because [my wife and I] are spending! We have a lot of commitments. We spend what comes, and there is not much left. I certainly don’t want to leave those trust funds with albatrosses around their necks. They have to work. All my kids know this and they rarely ask for anything from me, which I really respect and appreciate. Obviously I would help them if they were in trouble, but I’ve never really had to. They have a work ethic that makes them want to be successful on their own merit,” Sting explained. daily mail.

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13. Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan reportedly plans to leave one of his two children to donate his fortune to protest. Jackie believes that her children are capable of making their own money instead of wasting theirs.

“If he’s able, he can make his own money. If he’s not, he’ll just be wasting my money,” Jackie Allegedly Told the channel NewsAsia.

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[calvarineharrod]

The adventures of Calvarine and Hayley’s “GIRLS TRIPPPPP!!!!!"

Johannesburg: affectionately known as the “City of Gold”, a place where risk-takers and money-makers come to witness their dreams grow into fruition. I love this city: the rush, the adrenaline, the swiftness and feisty attitudes of people. There’s just so much hustle in the air, or maybe in the water? Regardless, living in this place requires thick skin, a thicker bank account, a full tank of petrol - cos’ traffic…

My extremely close friend, Hayley, momentarily come up with an idea to visit Johannesburg for a quick weekend Girls Trip. After watching Girls Trip together, it kinda accelerated the thought of us having a super chilled weekend plus we have never travelled together, anywhere!!

History: Hayley and I have been friends since grade 8. 12 years down; we are still the closest of friends and surprisingly still have the same goofy conversations that we did at 13. This friend of mine is a High flyer, sports science Honours graduate, has traveled overseas, has her own medical practice, rocks a 6 pack of abs and still maintains relationships with friends, family and her boyfriend. She’s one of those girls who can do anything. I look like a complete blob next to her #Lol.

Hayley, being the Type-A smarty pants, arranged our travel itinerary for the weekend including Flights and Accommodation. I was so excited and grateful for her effort in the entire process. We set flight on 3rd November 2017, a parching hot summers day, from Durban to Johannesburg. Throughout the entire buildup, I would constantly quote phrases for Girls Trip especially the lines from Tiffany Haddish (my new favorite actress) especially because I found it hilarious.

We arrived at OR Tambo Airport around 9h30. Hayley’s cousin, who also happened to graciously be our chauffeur for the weekend, was punctually awaiting our arrival at the pick up zone. Our intentions from the outset was to have fun and create spontaneous memories. Nothing pedantically over planned, no deadlines, just fun. I personally have never done something so daring. Being 25 and having experienced so little in life, I grabbed upon the opportunity to just live, even if it just meant for one weekend.

We drove straight to the Mall of Africa, a place I’ve been wanting to see. After scoffing down a brunchy meal, we proceeded to look around. I was totally in my element looking at all the designer stores with fashion I’ll probably never afford. Besides, I’m not a girl who is obsessed with a label. I also happened to have my first “Starbucks Experience”, a chocochinni frappachino covered in whipped cream. However, I was unimpressed with the waiter who asked me to SPELL MY NAME?! Do they realize they work for Starbucks. Have they noticed that people come there for the fun of guessing if their names get spelt properly?! Side note: urgent HR intervention and staff training is needed at this branch.

We also visited my 2nd favourite shop, TYPO, which is a cute, artsy vibey shop. Time flew and soon, messages from family members started to trickle in asking about our whereabouts. We headed straight to The Barron which looked like a relaxed, white-collared, Friday afternoon location where people sat with their loosened ties and drank Castle Lager. It was cool. Sundowners after a hectic week sounds tempting. We decided to drive to our accommodation only to realize it is peak traffic at 13:00. I’m assuming a lot of people leave work at this time. Traffic was ridiculous. We were entangled with taxis, school transport and working class people, all rushing to the excitement of the weekend.

We arrived at our accommodation (47 on Preston) precisely at 14:00 and checked into our neatly prepared, air conditioned, wifi-zoned room with a stunning pool and views to match. The area was called Highlands North and the houses were impressive. Security was priority for us hence, the 24hr access controlled body guard, secure features and boom gates gave us peace of mind.

Our sweet ‘chaperone’ (Hayley’s Cousin) ensured we had snacks and liquor at our disposal. Skyy Vodka, Savannah and Amstel were on the menu. After chilling and catching up, we had to plan the night. I am unfamiliar with the night life of Johannesburg. We started getting ready and in the midst of it all, another cousin decided to visit us and show us around after all It’s an Indian thing to stick together. This particular cousin was weird. He was soft spoken, very proud, a straight A student, forensic scientist and quite an opinionated person. I am certainly not accustomed to this type of behavior. We didn’t get off to a great start. I’m all for successful people but not the proud ones. I’d like to think that I’m a cool, chilled and open-minded person. I’m always telling people “Don’t Judge” and this was an appropriate time to take my own advice!!

He brought through a bottle of caramel vodka and sipped. Funny thing is, this guy continued to drop hints the entire night of how intelligent, successful and opulent he is. The car he drives, the area he stays, the alumni he belongs to and his career, which is prospering at an exponential rate. Luckily Hayley informed me about this dude. Nothing serious, she just told me don’t worry, he is different from the average guy.

This dude was slightly tipsy at the arrival of our uber cab. I was controlling the Aux cord playing my “fresher than” music. They were not impressed. Seems like these freaking people don’t like Nas and Vic Mensa! Are you even my friends? Ha ha. We arrive at monte casino, a nightlife spot in Johannesburg, suggested by this cousin. I was actually warming up to him and started to laugh at his jokes. Please don’t any ideas. He has a spouse and over-saturated metrosexual tendencies. Definitely not my type.

The night got funnier. We ate and thereafter entered a place called “3sixty liquid lounge” which has a brilliant live band and serves cocktails, cute baby pink and blue candy floss shooters, bubblegum flavored liqueurs served in test tubes and other unconventional drinks. I loved it. Vibe was cool, we were probably the youngest group of people there, nevertheless, I am a huge fan of Earth Wind Fire and Bruno Mars. We took a quick walk around the casino to my disappointing bewilderment, people were gambling and it was almost 1 am. I hate gambling so I wasn’t pleased to witness people losing their entire salaries on a table. The ride home was hilarious. We got to bond with the weirdo. It was banter the entire night. I wasn’t holding back, neither was he. Safely reached home, thankfully to uber (that driver was relived to drop us). Liquor usually fuels deep thinking so the conversation of religion came up. Uh-oh!

We sat for over 2 hours conversing about religion and there is no decent, happy way to end this conversation without someone getting offended. Throughout the discussion, I was quite level minded and reminded that my Faith is for me, it works for me and I don’t have to justify it. I was also reminded that the essence of a religion is to have faith in God, that’s the basis of Christianity. So when someone wants hardcore facts, times, places and dates - especially when they have a debilitating hatred for Christianity, I will not be intimidated and cross questioned by someone who is out to make a point rather than seeking to understand. Here we are in a very familiar scenario: Christians vs Hindus. The answers were flying back and forth. Eventually we all agreed to disagree and by this time, the dried sweat started to irritate my skin. They gang was getting ready for bed and the proud cousin who earlier asked why we are staying in this place eventually ended up sleeping in one of the beds.

Funny story: earlier that day, we found banana flavored condoms in the room and wanted to prank Hayley’s 'cool’ cousin. We even dispensed some droplets of handwash in order to make it seem like it was used. Yuck! We slipped it under the covers and pretended like nothing happened.

Fast forward to later that evening, well it was early hours of the morning, proud cousin decided to sleep in the bed which had the condom. I was only just informed that he is a germaphobe. He felt the slippery substance and sprang out of bed like a cat in water! It was hilarious. Shortly after that, everyone passed out from pure exhaustion.

Saturday morning started off great. We were treated to an in-house breakfast prepared by the Muslim hostess and then proceeded to the Rosebank Mall. En route, I was speechless at the upper echelon of Johannesburg. The buildings, the infrastructure, the complex designs and luxurious apartments. For a split second you even ask yourself, is this South Africa? Are we even in a recession? Rosebank mall was super cool. From Hamleys to Krispy Kremes, we waltzed our way to almost all the stores and I was majorly impressed.

Our next stop was Melose Arch. I was levitating. I had never been to this place and always heard about it on TV/Radio. We approached the entrance of Melrose arch with Lambourguinis, Porshe, Ferrari, limousines and various other exotic cars parked inside. Funny thing, it wasn’t even a car expo. These were normal patrons who happened to be in this place. Once again, I’m thinking “is this really Johannesburg?! This feels like a foreign place.”. Melrose Arch has various luxury shops, amazing restaurants and beautiful cobble stoned pave ways decorated with Vespas to create an Italian feel.

Jamie’s Italian, founded by the talented chef Jamie Oliver, is an awesome 4/5 star restaurant. I’m a sucker for comfort food so I ordered a gigantic burger layered with different cheeses, sautéd onions, crisp lettuce and holonaise sauce with Parmesan drizzled fries and a refreshing signature Jamie Mojito. We strolled for a bit and went back to 47 on Preston to catch a breather and of course, prepare for our last night in Joburg.

We utilized the convenient services of Uber that weekend and through that, got to see the growth and splendor of our country’s golden city. There are construction sites everywhere possible. Infrastructure and renovations are booming. At the same time, we saw beggars at robots, extremely poor laborers, mostly from other African countries working for minimal wages. It was such a skewed representation. On one hand, we have bugattis and rolls royces lining the street and on the other, we have people digging in bins and hanging out of trains because of their poverty. Mind you, this was one road away of each other. I couldn’t fathom it. It was confusing. Once agin, you’re challenged to think, what are we doing wrong? Are the rich getting richer and poor getting poorer. How do we stabilize this situation. For some of us, growing up in disadvantaged communities affects in many ways. When you do well in life, you almost carry a sense of guilt for doing well and feeling sorry for people who have not achieved anything. Must you apologize for your success? Must you feel unworthy of getting a golden ticket just because your peers lacked drive to hustle?

Saturday night was about to go down. We were scheduled to meet some of their cousins on 4th Avenue in Parkhurst, cited as Joburgs version of Florida Road. We did a small pub crawl before settling into a local sports bar. We befriended 2 sisters sitting besides us. They were so sweet and shared their hookah with us. The drinks kept rolling, including my signature drink; 1 Smirnoff storm and 1 tot of Aftershock. It’s light, pink and tasty. Jäger bombs are always compulsory. Me and my greedy self got way ahead of the party and started twisping, experimenting with everyone’s flavors. Marshmallow, honey and red bull flavors mixed with alcohol and a hookah ended off in me wanting to puke. I felt bad for tainting the evening. We hopped into an uber cab and came home. With toothbrush in hand, I was determined to get sober asap, which I did! Straight to bed after a hot bath, we were ready to conquer the morning in high spirits seeing that it was also our last day of “Girls Trip”.

Sunday morning started off with a lovely breakfast. We packed up and proceeded to Rosebank mall which was my request. I needed to get my hands on some Krispy Kremes to bring back home. To kill time, we also attended this rooftop art and crafts market in the parking lot. I was so impressed with the variety and organization of this fete. It was beautiful and eccentric. Foods from every culture was sold, ethnic clothing and creative decor, eclectic jewelry and fashion - it was….. Different.

After obtaining my two dozen of Krispy Kremes, we headed out of Rosebank and straight to the Airport. We checked it with full luggage and a huge, embarrassingly box of 24 Krispy Kremes doughnuts. We thanked Hayley’s amazingly courteous and sweet cousin who gave us such a memorable time and boarded the flight.

In all, this was the best trip I’ve ever taken. No drama, no bickering, no anxiety, just pure fun. I’m was so appreciative of those 3 days and how my eyes got opened to a new way of life. It is vitally important to experience something different from your normal standard of living. Johannesburg is such a beast but contrives such beauty within its streets.

I had to share this memorable experience on my blog and even if it didn’t seem thrilling to you as you read, it meant the world to me. Here’s to more exciting experiences, spontaneous trips, everlasting friendships and ticking off the bucket list!!

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I’m so thankful to be writing this review right now. Now, I can share one of the best books I’ve read this year. I have to consider this for the No.1 spot unless another book comes around and steals the title.

For this review, I’m going to see if I can try a different format for writing. Please feel free to leave feedback for which review is best for you to read. Any is appreciated!

In 2019, I received the “His Dark Materials” series by Philip Pullman as a Christmas gift. I watched the movie earlier in the year, which I know is not what a reader is supposed to do, but I loved it. The story was interesting, and I fell in love with the main character and her journey across the world to save her best friend. I started reading the first book, “The Golden Compass” after Christmas because I was excited to start, and I finished the book on the second day of the new year. It counts, by the way!

Here is what I think of the book, even though it’s four months down the road. Remember, spoiler warning:

1.     What audience is the author writing for?

I think Pullman is writing for anyone that listens. The main character is about 11-13 years ago at the start of the book, so it does appeal to readers who are in that age range who likes mysteries, fantasy, and adventure. I would also argue that this book is for young adults, which is about 8th grade-12th grade, for there are vocabulary words that I had to look up a couple of times. The third audience would be adults because there are many parts in “The Golden Compass” that deal with mature thoughts, events, and feelings that are viewed from a child’s perspective. This book can appeal to any age group!

2.     Do I care about the characters?

If caring is defined as ‘I like the majority of the characters’, then yes. For someone that watched the movie with no idea about what was going on until a half-hour in, I enjoyed them. Lyra is my favorite, and her daemon, Pan. I like her because she’s at that age where innocence is stripped for reality, and I don’t mean that in a sick way. She goes through several major events that alter her perspective on the world, politics, religion, and most importantly, what family is to her. It was intriguing to read the story from her point of view because Pullman revealed to the reader her thoughts, feelings, and motivations with appropriate dialogue and exposition.

3.     Did it have a compelling plot?

Yes, YES, YES IT DOES! Excuse my enthusiasm, but here are some spoilers about the book.

It’s about Lyra Belacqua, a twelve/thirteen-year-old girl from Oxford who is forced to take a side in a complicated war. After stumbling on a proposal meeting for her uncle, Lord Asriel, she learns there are these mysterious particles called Dust, and it divides her home to two sides: those who want to explore it and those who despise it. She has no idea why people are touchy around the subject, but when kidnappers called ‘Gobblers’ abduct her best friend and the Master of Jordan college gives her a golden compass with symbols, she sets out on a journey to save her best friend.

This is all I’m going to reveal because the plot thickens and gets disturbing as she travels the world. Personally, I was hooked the minute I finished Chapter 1, and I even began to mutter comments to myself when I felt strongly about important plot points, especially when Lyra interacted with Ms. Coulter. Of course, I saw the movie and know Ms. Coulter’s role, but still! I felt so much more hatred for her than I did when I watched the movie. You don’t mess with that woman!

4.     Did any quotes strike me?

Yes, but this one is another spoiler. Please feel free to skip this question!

When Iorek Brynison says to Lyra, “Belacqua? No. You are Lyra Silvertongue” (Pullman, pp. 348), I wanted him to win the fight against the bear king so bad. You see, Lyra and Iorek share a special bond because she rescued his honor in exchange for his allegiance to save the abducted children.  He swore to protect her during the mission, but he also told her once that his kind cannot be tricked because they possess the talent to see pass deceit. However, because Lyra tricked the current bear king that she was Iorek’s daemon, Iorek respects her for proving him wrong. It makes me smile every time!

5.     What is the author’s voice like?

The author’s voice is quite interesting. Pullman takes the role of a narrator—an observer in the world of the book. The narrator knows what Lyra does and thinks, and sometimes they view other character’s stories as well as share their opinion. Based on the verb tense, the narrator is speaking about a time in history, but when reading the book, it almost feels like you’re right there, watching Lyra as she reads the Golden Compass (or aethalometer!).

6.     What is the author’s purpose?

I think that Pullman’s purpose was to demonstrate that religion has a strong influence on the minds of adults. As Lyra further investigates the Gobbler’s abduction patterns to save her friend, the Church’s opinion becomes prominent. It seems that those who work for the Church are against the investigations of Dust and have power over the distribution of information, so it becomes clear that Lord Asriel’s proposal is a threat to their cause. Pullman wanted to highlight this theme because religion is known throughout history to want to control the thoughts and beliefs of its followers, especially when it comes to new findings in science. Also, if science threatens an idea supported by the Church, then the world becomes divided on what is right and what is wrong.

7.     What did I learn from reading?

I learned that the world is very different from the eyes of a child. A child, like Lyra, can pick up on something wrong from time to time, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good thing. The more a child is exposed to the reality of adulthood—such as abduction, religion, deceit, and war—the world changes. Lyra was able to compose herself, to remain present in learning about the world around her, but it still came as a shock when she found out that the people who loved her would also not hesitate to put her in harm’s way. Lyra learned the importance of bonds with people who are not your family with the Gyptians and Iorek Brynison, and this also established her core belief of loyalty and justice.

8.     What rating did I give this book?

I gave this book 5 stars because it made me think, I wanted more, and I was intrigued by the themes!

9.     Who would I recommend this book to?

I would recommend this book to anyone. It has a little bit of every genre in it, like fantasy, science fiction (I would argue), general fiction, and adventure. Because of the vocabulary and themes, I think it would encourage young readers to investigate meanings they don’t understand and ask questions. While religion is known to be restricted, sometimes offended for free-thinking, this is what learning is all about. I would also recommend it because it’s a good story, just a little something to read when you want to explore a different world.

10.     When will I read the remaining books in the series?

Because of the pandemic, I am reading the next book, “The Subtle Knife,” earlier than I expected. The remaining books on my list for the year are somewhat similar, I want to include a little more diversity, besides just anxious about what happens to Lyra next!

Speaking of which, what am I currently reading?

· “IT” by Stephen King: You will not believe it, guys. I made it to the halfway point! I’ve completed 50% of the book, and it’s a lot to swallow. It’s certainly different than the recent adaptation (mind you, I haven’t watched that one all the way through, just snippets). Still, I think this is why I appreciate the book more. I love reading about the memories the losers club have when they return to Derry, and I’m always wondering what’s going to happen next, even if my eyes are tired.

·“Girl, Stop Apologizing” by Rachel Hollis: I haven’t continued to read much of this book because I still need to make a blog post for Excuse 5 and I’m currently working on their #Next90challenge course. When she started advertising for it and mentioned it was a free course, I thought it would be a good idea to try it out. So far, I’m having fun! I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the lessons. For now, thank you again for being patient. Excuse 5 will be created shortly after this review.

I finished three books since my last blog post, which were “The Fates Divide” by Veronica Roth, the novel version of the hit musical, “Dear Evan Hansen,” and “The Flight of Swans by Sarah McGuire. Currently, I am figuring out which book review to do next after the Golden Compass because I am behind. Using this month to focus on making posts is going to be beneficial now that I have this free time to do it. No more excuses!

 As always, please stay safe wherever you are and practice healthy habits.

* Photo Credit: this photo is a blurred version of the cover from the book. The cover is originally based on art by Iacopo Bruno (2017). Text is generated from FireAlpacca.