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alexesguerra · 2 months ago

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Good Energy: The Surprising Connection Between Metabolism and Limitless Health Good Energy: The Surprising Connection Between Metabolism and Limitless Health Contributor(s): Means, Casey (Author) , Means, Calley (Author) Publisher: Avery Publishing Group ISBN: 0593712641 Physical Info: 1.35" H x 9.39" L x 6.27" W (1.31 lbs) 400 pages What if depression, anxiety, infertility, insomnia, heart disease, erectile dysfunction, type 2 diabetes, Alzheimer's, dementia, cancer and many other health conditions that torture and shorten our lives actually have the same root cause? Our ability to prevent and reverse these conditions - and feel incredible today - is under our control and simpler than we think. The key is our metabolic function - the most important and least understood factor in our overall health. As Dr. Casey Means explains in this groundbreaking book, nearly every health problem we face can be explained by how well the cells in our body create and use energy. To live free from frustrating symptoms and life-threatening disease, we need our cells to be optimally powered so that they can create "good energy," the essential fuel that impacts every aspect of our physical and mental wellbeing. If you are battling minor signals of "bad energy" inside your body, it is often a warning sign that more life-threatening illness may emerge later in life. But here's the good news: for the first time ever, we can monitor our metabolic health in great detail and learn how to improve it ourselves"-- Biographical Note: Casey Means is the Chief Medical Officer and co-founder of Levels, a health technology company with the mission of reversing the world's metabolic health crisis. She has been on faculty at Stanford University, lecturing on metabolic health and health technology. She received her undergraduate degree with honors from Stanford, where she was President of her class. She graduated from Stanford Medical School and trained in Head & Neck Surgery at Oregon Health and Science University before leaving traditional medicine to devote her life to tackling the root cause of why Americans are sick. Calley Means is Co-Founder of TrueMed, and an advocate for policy to change health incentives. He is a graduate of Stanford and Harvard Business School. Review Quotes: "A tour de force on how metabolism underpins most major diseases and what we can do to feel better and live longer. Everyone will benefit from reading Good Energy." - Mark Hyman, MD, 15x New York Times bestselling author and senior advisor for Cleveland Clinic for Functional Medicine "Here are the keys to the kingdom for regaining and maintaining optimal health." - David Perlmutter, MD, author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Grain Brain and Drop Acid " Good Energy is a powerful vision for a brighter future--for both people and the planet. Dr. Means presents an empowering action plan for health of the mind, body, and spirit that everyone can benefit from." --Jay Shetty, #1 New York Times bestselling author and host of the On Purpose podcast " Good Energy is a life-changing book full of accessible science and practical strategies for metabolically healthy living and blood sugar control. Dr. Means's book is unique in connecting the dots on diverse aspects of health from the cellular level to the spiritual, and from soil biodiversity to healthcare incentives. Readers will be inspired and empowered by her hopeful message on the key strategies and tools for how to thrive. People at all phases of life benefit from a metabolic framework to feel their best, and Casey paints a clear case for why, and how to achieve it." - Sara Gottfried, MD, author of the New York Times bestselling The Hormone Cure "In Good Energy, Dr. Means challenges the conventional dogma of healthcare and presents a compelling case for a metabolic-focused approach to longevity, health, and weight management. Good Energy is full of actionable steps to be mentally and physically strong, and revitalize your life." - Dr. Gabrielle Lyon author of the New York Times bestselling Forever Strong "For too long we have created a 'health care' system that is really a 'sick care' system. Its outcomes are too often marginal in improving our overall and long term health. Improving the metabolic health of Americans is an urgent national security priority. We are in a health crisis in our military and our nation. The path prescribed herein optimizes our metabolic habits while modernizing our health system to fix the root causes. Brilliant, timely, and remarkably impactful. Read this book. Tell your friends." -Mike Mullen, Admiral USN (Ret.), 17th Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff "An empowering book which argues we have much more control over our health than we're led to believe." - Max Lugavere, author of the New York Times bestselling Genius Foods " Good Energy should be required reading for every medical student and healthcare practitioner. As a system and as individuals, we must adopt a metabolic, mitochondria-focused lens for health and vitality. Autoimmunity -- along many other chronic illnesses -- are closely tied to metabolic dysfunction and insulin resistance. Foundational to better energy and health outcomes is getting metabolic health and blood sugar under control. Dr. Means shows readers how." - Terry Wahls, MD, author of The Wahls Protocol "Fitness and healthy food should be at the center of how we think about preventing and reversing disease and obesity -- but they aren't. Good Energy explains why this is the case and provides readers tactical tips to take their power back. Calley and Casey Means are bold siblings on a mission who communicate timeless and accessible metabolic principles that anyone can implement." - Jillian Michaels, fitness and nutrition expert and author "Dr. Casey Means slid down the rabbit hole -- malfunctioning mitochondria, dinosaur doctors, fake food, pharma failure, health harms, and political payoffs. Good Energy tells the story of a medical system run amuck, and yet how you can be the good you want to see in the world." - Robert H. Lustig, MD, author of Metabolical, and emeritus professor of pediatrics, UCSF "In Good Energy, Casey and Calley Means powerfully explain how we can use metabolic health tools and strategies to support our own health and that of our children and families." - Kelly Leveque, nutritionist and author of Body Love "In Good Energy, Dr. Means makes a bold case for why food -- and particularly regenerative agriculture -- must be at the very center of healthcare. She has emerged as one of the strongest physician voices teaching doctors and patients that we will never achieve optimal human health without optimal soil health and biodiversity -- a message that the healthcare system would be wise to pay attention to. Dr. Means makes it clear that we can't drug our way out of a broken food system." - Will Harris, regenerative agriculture leader and owner of White Oak Pastures Publisher Marketing: The instant #1 New York Times bestseller! A bold new vision for optimizing our health now and in the future What if depression, anxiety, infertility, insomnia, heart disease, erectile dysfunction, type 2 diabetes, Alzheimer's, dementia, cancer and many other health conditions that torture and shorten our lives actually have the same root cause? Our ability to prevent and reverse these conditions - and feel incredible today - is under our control and simpler than we think. The key is our metabolic function - the most important and least understood factor in our overall health. As Dr. Casey Means explains in this groundbreaking book, nearly every health problem we face can be explained by how well the cells in our body create and use energy. To live free from frustrating symptoms and life-threatening disease, we need our cells to be optimally powered so that they can create "good energy," the essential fuel that impacts every aspect of our physical and mental wellbeing. If you are battling minor signals of "bad energy" inside your body, it is often a warning sign that more life-threatening illness may emerge later in life. But here's the good news: for the first time ever, we can monitor our metabolic health in great detail and learn how to improve it ourselves. Weaving together cutting-edge research and personal stories, as well as groundbreaking data from the health technology company Dr. Means founded, Good Energy offers an essential four-week plan and explains: The five biomarkers that determine your risk for a deadly disease. How to use inexpensive tools and technology to "see inside your body" and take action. Why dietary philosophies are designed to confuse us, and six lifelong food principles you can implement whether you're carnivore or vegan. The crucial links between sleep, circadian rhythm, and metabolism A new framework for exercise focused on building simple movement into everyday activities How cold and heat exposure helps build our body's resilience Steps to navigate the medical system to get what you need for optimal health Good Energy offers a new, cutting-edge understanding of the true cause of illness that until now has remained hidden. It will help you optimize your ability to live well and stay well at every age.

#Surprising #Limitless Health #Metabolism

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mirandamckenni1 · 2 years ago

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Liked on YouTube: We tested the US Military’s secret space weapon || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_n1FZaKzF8 || An engineer came up with a plan to drop tungsten telephone poles from space - the idea has been seriously considered on multiple occasions, so we tested it. This video is sponsored by Brilliant. You can get started for free, or the first 200 people to sign up via https://ift.tt/ZNBAuQs get 20% off a yearly subscription. Massive thanks to Archisand for building such a beautiful sandcastle. https://www.youtube.com/@GregLeBon Huge thanks to John and Angie Miller for helping us with securing the shooting location and going above and beyond to make this shoot happen – https://ift.tt/4TbDQam Thanks to Inland Empire Film Services and the San Bernardino County Film Office for portions of the video shot in the County of San Bernardino. Massive thanks to Dr David Wright for the interview and providing invaluable guidance during the research for this video. Here’s a great video about space-based missile defense – https://ift.tt/PxfLgHZ Massive thanks to Adam Savage for being part of this video. Additional photos from NASA and ESA. ▀▀▀ References: USAF. (2003). The US Air Force transformation flight plan. Preston, R., Johnson, D. J., Edwards, S. J., Miller, M. D., & Shipbaugh, C. (2002). Space weapons earth wars. Rand Corporation. Wright, D., Grego, L., & Gronlund, L. (2005). The physics of space security. A Reference Manual, Cambridge. DeBlois, B. M., Garwin, R. L., Kemp, R. S., & Marwell, J. C. (2004). Space weapons: crossing the US Rubicon. International Security, 50-84. Baucom, D. R. (2017). The Rise and Fall of Brilliant Pebbles 1. In United States Military History 1865 to the Present Day (pp. 329-376). Routledge. Hitchens, T., & Samson, V. (2004). Space-based interceptors: still not a good idea. Georgetown journal of international affairs, 21-29. National Research Council. (2012). Making sense of ballistic missile defense: An assessment of concepts and systems for US boost-phase missile defense in comparison to other alternatives. National Academies Press. Borger, J. (2005). Bush likely to back weapons in space. The Guardian, 19. ▀▀▀ Special thanks to: Bernard McGee, James Sanger, Elliot Miller, Brian Busbee, Jerome Barakos M.D., Amadeo Bee, TTST, Balkrishna Heroor, Chris LaClair, John H. Austin Jr., OnlineBookClub.org, Eric Sexton, John Kiehl, Diffbot, Gnare, Dave Kircher, Burt Humburg, Blake Byers, Evgeny Skvortsov, Meekay, Bill Linder, Paul Peijzel, Josh Hibschman, Mac Malkawi, Mike Schneider, John Bauer, Jim Buckmaster, Juan Benet, Sunil Nagaraj, Richard Sundvall, Lee Redden, Stephen Wilcox, Marinus Kuivenhoven, Michael Krugman, Cy 'kkm' K'Nelson, Sam Lutfi ▀▀▀ Written by Petr Lebedev, Derek Muller, and Emily Zhang Filmed by Trenton Oliver, Derek Muller, Petr Lebedev, Emily Zhang, Raquel Nuno, and Eddie Lopez Animation by Mike Radjabov, Fabio Albertelli, and Jonny Hyman Edited by Trenton Oliver Slow Motion Camera: Shawn Sanders and Anthony Corrales Sandcastle Timelapse by Greg LeBon and Archisand Phantom rental from Panny Hire LA Helicopter Pilots: Rick Shuster and Cliff Fleming Helicopter Safety Officer: Ryan Hosking FPV Drone Pilots: Sammie Saing and Josh Ewalt Production Assistants: Roman Bacvic and Eddie Lopez Intern: Katie Barnshaw Additional video/photos supplied by Pond5 and Getty Images Music from Epidemic Sound Produced by Derek Muller, Petr Lebedev, and Emily Zhang

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themousefromfantasyland · 3 years ago

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The Wood Maiden: The Story of Betushka and the Golden Birch Leaves

As told by Parker Filmore

Illustrations by Trina S. Hyman

How about a Czech lesbian fairy tale?

This czech tale tells the story of a young girl named Betushka and her "friendship" with the beautiful but mysterious Wood Maiden in the depths of the forest, away from the eyes of the girl's mother.

It's important to note that technically this is one of the Orphean Tales as I like to call them, stories where one of the protagonists disobeys or simply doesn't hear the advice of the other causing them both to be brutally separated, either for one to try to rescue the other, or for them to never see each other again. Orpheus and Eurydice and Cupid and Psyche are examples of this type of story: Orpheus disobeys Hades' orders and looks behind losing Eurydice forever, and Psyche disobeys Cupid's orders, forcing him to go away and she to try to find him again. As you can tell, usually the characters involved in this trope are lovers, what makes Betushka's realationship with the Wood Maiden much more interesting.

Betushka was a little girl. Her mother was a poor widow with nothing but a tumble-down cottage and two little nanny-goats. But poor as they were Betushka was always cheerful. From spring until autumn she pastured the goats in the birch wood. Every morning when she left home her mother gave her a little basket with a slice of bread and a spindle.

"See that you bring home a full spindle," her mother always said.

Betushka had no distaff, so she wound the flax around her head. Then she took the little basket and went romping and singing behind the goats to the birch wood. When they got there she sat down under a tree and pulled the fibres of the flax from her head with her left hand, and with her right hand let down the spindle so that it went humming along the ground. All the while she sang until the woods echoed and the little goats nibbled away at the leaves and grass.

When the sun showed midday, she put the spindle aside, called the goats and gave them a mouthful of bread so that they wouldn't stray, and ran off into the woods to hunt berries or any other wild fruit that was in season. Then when she had finished her bread and fruit, she jumped up, folded her arms, and danced and sang.

The sun smiled at her through the green of the trees and the little goats, resting on the grass, thought: "What a merry little shepherdess we have!"

After her dance she went back to her spinning and worked industriously. In the evening when she got home her mother never had to scold her because the spindle was empty.

One day at noon just after she had eaten and, as usual, was going to dance, there suddenly stood before her a most beautiful maiden. She was dressed in white gauze that was fine as a spider's web. Long golden hair fell down to her waist and on her head she wore a wreath of woodland flowers.

Betushka was speechless with surprise and alarm.

The maiden smiled at her and said in a sweet voice:

"Betushka, do you like to dance?"

Her manner was so gracious that Betushka no longer felt afraid, and answered:

"Oh, I could dance all day long!"

"Come, then, let us dance together," said the maiden. "I'll teach you."

With that she tucked up her skirt, put her arm about Betushka's waist, and they began to dance. At once such enchanting music sounded over their heads that Betushka's heart went one-two with the dancing. The musicians sat on the branches of the birch trees. They were clad in little frock coats, black and grey and many-coloured. It was a carefully chosen orchestra that had gathered at the bidding of the beautiful maiden: larks, nightingales, finches, linnets, thrushes, blackbirds, and showy mocking-birds.

Betushka's cheeks burned, her eyes shone. She forgot her spinning, she forgot her goats. All she could do was gaze at her partner who was moving with such grace and lightness that the grass didn't seem to bend under her slender feet.

[This paints a image that is so sweet, homoerotic and sapphic that hurts. Someone knew. Someone telling this tale for the first time must have known]

They danced from noon until sundown and yet Betushka wasn't the least bit tired. Then they stopped dancing, the music ceased, and the maiden disappeared as suddenly as she had come.

Betushka looked around. The sun was sinking behind the wood. She put her hands to the unspun flax on her head and remembered the spindle that was lying unfilled on the grass. She took down the flax and laid it with the spindle in the little basket. Then she called the goats and started home.

She reproached herself bitterly that she had allowed the beautiful maiden to beguile her and she told herself that another time she would not listen to her. She was so quiet that the little goats, missing her merry song, looked around to see whether it was really their own little shepherdess who was following them. Her mother, too, wondered why she didn't sing and questioned her.

"Are you sick, Betushka?"

"No, dear mother, I'm not sick, but I've been singing too much and my throat is dry."

She knew that her mother did not reel the yarn at once, so she hid the spindle and the unspun flax, hoping to make up tomorrow what she had not done today. She did not tell her mother one word about the beautiful maiden.

The next day she felt cheerful again and as she drove the goats to pasture she sang merrily. At the birch wood she sat down to her spinning, singing all the while, for with a song on the lips work falls from the hands more easily.

Noonday came. Betushka gave a bit of bread to each of the goats and ran off to the woods for her berries. Then she ate her luncheon.

"Ah, my little goats," she sighed, as she brushed up the crumbs for the birds, "I mustn't dance today."

"Why mustn't you dance today?" a sweet voice asked, and there stood the beautiful maiden as though she had fallen from the clouds.

Betushka was worse frightened than before and she closed her eyes tight. When the maiden repeated her question, Betushka answered timidly:

"Forgive me, beautiful lady, for not dancing with you. If I dance with you I cannot spin my stint and then my mother will scold me. Today before the sun sets I must make up for what I lost yesterday."

"Come, child, and dance," the maiden said. "Before the sun sets we'll find some way of getting that spinning done!"

She tucked up her skirt, put her arm about Betushka, the musicians in the treetops struck up, and off they whirled. The maiden danced more beautifully than ever. Betushka couldn't take her eyes from her. She forgot her goats, she forgot her spinning. All she wanted to do was to dance on forever.

At sundown the maiden paused and the music stopped. Then Betushka, clasping her hands to her head, where the unspun flax was twined, burst into tears. The beautiful maiden took the flax from her head, wound it round the stem of a slender birch, grasped the spindle, and began to spin. The spindle hummed along the ground and filled in no time. Before the sun sank behind the woods all the flax was spun, even that which was left over from the day before. The maiden handed Betushka the full spindle and said:

"Remember my words:

Reel and grumble not!

Keel and grumble not!"

When she said this, she vanished as if the earth had swallowed her.

Betushka was very happy now and she thought to herself on her way home: "Since she is so good and kind, I'll dance with her again if she asks me. Oh, how I hope she does!"

She sang her merry little song as usual and the goats trotted cheerfully along.

She found her mother vexed with her, for she had wanted to reel yesterday's yarn and had discovered that the spindle was not full.

"What were you doing yesterday," she scolded, "that you didn't spin your stint?"

Betushka hung her head. "Forgive me, mother. I danced too long." Then she showed her mother today's spindle and said: "See, today I more than a made up for yesterday."

Her mother said no more but went to milk the goats and Betushka put away the spindle. She wanted to tell her mother her adventure, but she thought to herself: "No, I'll wait. If the beautiful lady comes again, I'll ask her who she is and then I'll tell mother." So she said nothing.

On the third morning she drove the goats as usual to the birch wood. The goats went to pasture and Betushka, sitting down under a tree, began to spin and sing. When the sun pointed to noon, she laid her spindle on the grass, gave the goats a mouthful of bread, gathered some strawberries, ate her luncheon, and then, giving the crumbs to the birds, she said cheerily:

"Today, my little goats, I will dance for you!"

She jumped up, folded her arms, and was about to see whether she could move as gracefully as the beautiful maiden, when the maiden herself stood before her.

"Let us dance together," she said. She smiled at Betushka, put her arm about her, and as the music above their heads began to play, they whirled round and round with flying feet. Again Betushka forgot the spindle and the goats. Again she saw nothing but the beautiful maiden whose body was lithe as a willow shoot. Again she heard nothing but the enchanting music to which her feet danced of themselves.

[In a perfect world this would be like "Hey, I'm a lesbian". to which the Wood Maiden replies "I thought you were a czech peasant girl!"]

They danced from noon until sundown. Then the maiden paused and the music ceased. Betushka looked around. The sun was already set behind the woods. She clasped her hands to her head and looking down at the unfilled spindle she burst into tears.

"Oh, what will my mother say?" she cried.

"Give me your little basket," the maiden said, "and I will put something in it that will more than make up for today's stint."

Betushka handed her the basket and the maiden took it and vanished. In a moment she was back.

She returned the basket and said:

"Look not inside until you're home!

Look not inside until you're home!"

As she said these words she was gone as if a wind had blown her away.

Betushka wanted awfully to peep inside but she was afraid to. The basket was so light that she wondered whether there was anything at all in it. Was the lovely lady only fooling her? Halfway home she peeped in to see.

[Very bad choice!]

Imagine her feelings when she found the basket was full of birch leaves! Then indeed did Betushka burst into tears and reproach herself for being so simple. In her vexation she threw out a handful of leaves and was going to empty the basket when she thought to herself:

"No, I'll keep what's left as litter for the goats."

She was almost afraid to go home. She was so quiet that again the little goats wondered what ailed their shepherdess.

Her mother was waiting for her in great excitement.

"For heaven's sake, Betushka, what kind of spool did you bring home yesterday?"

"Why?" Betushka faltered.

"When you went away this morning, I started to reel that yarn. I reeled and reeled and the spool remained full. One skein, two skeins, three skeins, and still the spool was full. 'What evil spirit has spun that?' I cried out impatiently, and instantly the yarn disappeared from the spindle as if blown away. Tell me, what does it mean?"

So Betushka confessed and told her mother all she knew about the beautiful maiden.

"Oh," cried her mother in amazement, "that was a wood maiden! At noon and midnight the wood maidens dance. It is well you are not a little boy or she might have danced you to death! But they are often kind to little girls and sometimes make them rich presents. Why didn't you tell me? If I hadn't grumbled, I could have had yarn enough to fill the house!"

Betushka thought of the little basket and wondered if there might be something under the leaves. She took out the spindle and unspun flax and looked in once more.

"Mother!" she cried. "Come here and see!"

Her mother looked and clapped her hands. The birch leaves were all turned to gold!

Betushka reproached herself bitterly: "She told me not to look inside till I got home, but I didn't obey."

"It's lucky you didn't empty the whole basket," her mother said.

The next morning she herself went to look for the handful of leaves that Betushka had thrown away. She found them still lying in the road but they were only birch leaves.

But the riches which Betushka brought home were enough. Her mother bought a farm with fields and cattle. Betushka had pretty clothes and no longer had to pasture goats.

But no matter what she did, no matter how cheerful and happy she was, still nothing ever again gave her quite so much pleasure as the dance with the wood maiden. She often went to the birch wood in the hope of seeing the maiden again. But she never did.

@natache

#fairy tales #czech fairy tale #czech folk tale #lesbian

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kythwena · 4 years ago

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See? This is what I love about you, Penny. You act like you don't care, but really, you care most in this whole story. The Magicians | S03E06: Do You Like Teeth? (2018)

#the magicians #themagiciansedit #william penny adiyodi #hyman cooper #kw makes gifs again #3x06 #do you like teeth?#dustin ingram #love this boy

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murdersexual · 4 years ago

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Psst, hey... 👀 I heard you got the goods so... uh, can I get a part II to those LeoPika Marriage Headcanons~? 💍💙💛

And back by popular demand:

Murdersexual proudly presents...

💍LeoPika Marriage Headcanons: Part II💍

Leorio:

Hogs all of the blankets at night but will s c o o t closer and give Kurapika cuddles.

Massages? Yes, he’ll give him only the most extraordinary of massages.

Always plays their wedding playlist and makes their living room their personal dance floor.

Has to hide all of his shirts, hoodies, jackets because Kurapika is a t i n y t h i e f.

When he’s loose off the goose, he’ll put on the finest of shows. From singing songs like ‘It’s Not About You’ by Phyllis Hyman, ‘Gambling Man’ by The Overtones, ‘I Must Be Dreaming’ by The Maine and ‘Endlessly’ by The Cab. He’ll do messy but sensual strip teases and just know somebody’s back is gonna get broken~

He bought a lot of Pikachu related things for Kurapika—who refuses to wear it. It’s only when he realises that Leorio won’t even talk to him is when we’ll wear it.

When he’s beyond pissed, he’s camping in the front room or in the garage, f a r a w a y from Kurapika.

“Whatever do you mean by ‘sometimes you don’t even know why did you marry me’? It was either that or we both die together.” 😊 “Uh... Leorio... I-“ 😳

“You’re bein’ a fuckin’ brat I see... Get your ass in the fuckin’ room right now...”

Adopted a kitten and a puppy and is a proud pet parent. Will talk to them about how he got his kitten to love him~ (Totally as if they understand anything he’s saying.)

Always tying on Kurapika’s ties.

“How about I give you a little dosage of...~” 😏

Always gets surprised visits whenever he’s on campus.

Proudly brings Kurapika to his classes.

Halloween? He’s always something different and he’ll drag Kurapika to go trick-or-treating with Gon and Killua.

Doesn’t hesitate to throw Kurapika over his shoulder. “Come here dammit!”

To this day, he doesn’t know if Kura has his last name or if he has his. So he always signing ‘Paladiknight-Kurta’ to be on the safe side.

Will walk around the house in his boxers, shirtless, or if it’s as hot as Satan’s ballsack, he’ll walk around completely naked.

Always up super early, he’ll fix breakfast and go outside with some music in his ears so he can clean off his car and motorcycle.

“Oh hey babe...” “Look listen...” Is usually his starters when he sees those scarlet eyes.

Is actually a loud ass gamer. “TEABAG ON THESE BITCHES!! YEAH!” He usually games online with Gon and Killua.

Will do anything to please his honey so he can get a PS5. “Oh you need your shoulders rubbed?” “Oh you need me to do the cookin’ and the cleanin’? Say less.” “Want me to run you a bubble bath? I’ll even put pink Himalayan salt in there~”

Intermission!

We’ll be right

After this break!

Kurapika:

Fanciest of robes and wearable blankets for when he’s sitting on the couch with his mug of hot tea.

Always commentates on the ‘at home movie nights’ that he plans. “She didn’t even trip over anything...? But it’s fine, it reminds me of you, Leorio~” 😏

“You’re going to pay... I want you on your knees, Leorio... I want you to beg for forgiveness.” ⛓

Step stool? Eh, who needs that when you have amazing chains and climbing skills and a tall ass husband who won’t help but instead will laugh at you?

Binges series like Harry Potter, Lord of The Rings, Twilight and more all night long and then compares all of the movies just to realise how back the adaptations are. “Oh it’s already 6am? Good morning, my love~ I hope you slept well for the both of us~” “Kurapika!? NO!”

“No... I WILL NOT wear this dress or this skirt for you...”

Was surprised with a Dolphin plushie and a few dolphin Pandora charms for his bracelets that Leorio bought. 🐬

Finds himself usually cuddled amongst Leo’s chest or amongst his shoulder or laying on his lap. Secret cuddler? It seems like it.

Watches Animal Planet, Travel Channel and a lot of Netflix shows—like The Witcher, Castlevania, Supernatural.

Will force Leorio to binge shows like American Horror Story while he secretly snuggles amongst his arm.

“Lay back and don’t you dare take your eyes off of me...~”

“Oh? You’re missing your black hoodie with the gold zipper? Oh that white and blue striped shirt? Oh that biker styled leather jacket? No, I haven’t seen any of them.”

T i n y L e o r i o ‘ s C l o t h i n g T h i e f

“Don’t call me ‘princess’!”

He is NOT a Brat. If anything, Leorio’s the B r a t!

“Did you just spoil your fucking dinner by eating dessert first...?!”

Kitchen cooking dates only to throw spoons at Leorio’s skull.

When he’s pissed at Leorio, he won’t even be in the house. He rather stay f a r a w a y from him and not answer his calls or texts.

Will sneak up, leap onto Leo’s back, he will cover his mouth and bite his neck. “Mm, boom, your dead.”

Will enjoy being a pet parent but explain how that tall ass pup actually fell for the kitten.

“Want a massage~? Hmph~” With delicate and soft hands like his, he’ll take some of the finest of essential masssage oils and press deep into those tense spots.

You may now applaud!

Encore?

My my, it appears I went buck-fucking-wild! These aren’t as good as my first ones. But I do have plenty more in stock! <3 Feel free to ask me any HxH shit~ I’m always open to write and whatnot. <3 Like, share, drop a comment! Yet again, these are written off the top of my beautifully chaotic head!

So... Part III?

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algebraicvarietyshow · 4 years ago

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The National Garden should be composed of statues, including statues of Ansel Adams, John Adams, Samuel Adams, Muhammad Ali, Luis Walter Alvarez, Susan B. Anthony, Hannah Arendt, Louis Armstrong, Neil Armstrong, Crispus Attucks, John James Audubon, Lauren Bacall, Clara Barton, Todd Beamer, Alexander Graham Bell, Roy Benavidez, Ingrid Bergman, Irving Berlin, Humphrey Bogart, Daniel Boone, Norman Borlaug, William Bradford, Herb Brooks, Kobe Bryant, William F. Buckley, Jr., Sitting Bull, Frank Capra, Andrew Carnegie, Charles Carroll, John Carroll, George Washington Carver, Johnny Cash, Joshua Chamberlain, Whittaker Chambers, Johnny “Appleseed” Chapman, Ray Charles, Julia Child, Gordon Chung-Hoon, William Clark, Henry Clay, Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain), Roberto Clemente, Grover Cleveland, Red Cloud, William F. “Buffalo Bill” Cody, Nat King Cole, Samuel Colt, Christopher Columbus, Calvin Coolidge, James Fenimore Cooper, Davy Crockett, Benjamin O. Davis, Jr., Miles Davis, Dorothy Day, Joseph H. De Castro, Emily Dickinson, Walt Disney, William “Wild Bill” Donovan, Jimmy Doolittle, Desmond Doss, Frederick Douglass, Herbert Henry Dow, Katharine Drexel, Peter Drucker, Amelia Earhart, Thomas Edison, Jonathan Edwards, Albert Einstein, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Duke Ellington, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Medgar Evers, David Farragut, the Marquis de La Fayette, Mary Fields, Henry Ford, George Fox, Aretha Franklin, Benjamin Franklin, Milton Friedman, Robert Frost, Gabby Gabreski, Bernardo de Gálvez, Lou Gehrig, Theodor Seuss Geisel, Cass Gilbert, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, John Glenn, Barry Goldwater, Samuel Gompers, Alexander Goode, Carl Gorman, Billy Graham, Ulysses S. Grant, Nellie Gray, Nathanael Greene, Woody Guthrie, Nathan Hale, William Frederick “Bull” Halsey, Jr., Alexander Hamilton, Ira Hayes, Hans Christian Heg, Ernest Hemingway, Patrick Henry, Charlton Heston, Alfred Hitchcock, Billie Holiday, Bob Hope, Johns Hopkins, Grace Hopper, Sam Houston, Whitney Houston, Julia Ward Howe, Edwin Hubble, Daniel Inouye, Andrew Jackson, Robert H. Jackson, Mary Jackson, John Jay, Thomas Jefferson, Steve Jobs, Katherine Johnson, Barbara Jordan, Chief Joseph, Elia Kazan, Helen Keller, John F. Kennedy, Francis Scott Key, Coretta Scott King, Martin Luther King, Jr., Russell Kirk, Jeane Kirkpatrick, Henry Knox, Tadeusz Kościuszko, Harper Lee, Pierre Charles L’Enfant, Meriwether Lewis, Abraham Lincoln, Vince Lombardi, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Clare Boothe Luce, Douglas MacArthur, Dolley Madison, James Madison, George Marshall, Thurgood Marshall, William Mayo, Christa McAuliffe, William McKinley, Louise McManus, Herman Melville, Thomas Merton, George P. Mitchell, Maria Mitchell, William “Billy” Mitchell, Samuel Morse, Lucretia Mott, John Muir, Audie Murphy, Edward Murrow, John Neumann, Annie Oakley, Jesse Owens, Rosa Parks, George S. Patton, Jr., Charles Willson Peale, William Penn, Oliver Hazard Perry, John J. Pershing, Edgar Allan Poe, Clark Poling, John Russell Pope, Elvis Presley, Jeannette Rankin, Ronald Reagan, Walter Reed, William Rehnquist, Paul Revere, Henry Hobson Richardson, Hyman Rickover, Sally Ride, Matthew Ridgway, Jackie Robinson, Norman Rockwell, Caesar Rodney, Eleanor Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Theodore Roosevelt, Betsy Ross, Babe Ruth, Sacagawea, Jonas Salk, John Singer Sargent, Antonin Scalia, Norman Schwarzkopf, Junípero Serra, Elizabeth Ann Seton, Robert Gould Shaw, Fulton Sheen, Alan Shepard, Frank Sinatra, Margaret Chase Smith, Bessie Smith, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Jimmy Stewart, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Gilbert Stuart, Anne Sullivan, William Howard Taft, Maria Tallchief, Maxwell Taylor, Tecumseh, Kateri Tekakwitha, Shirley Temple, Nikola Tesla, Jefferson Thomas, Henry David Thoreau, Jim Thorpe, Augustus Tolton, Alex Trebek, Harry S. Truman, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Dorothy Vaughan, C. T. Vivian, John von Neumann, Thomas Ustick Walter, Sam Walton, Booker T. Washington, George Washington, John Washington, John Wayne, Ida B. Wells-Barnett, Phillis Wheatley, Walt Whitman, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Roger Williams, John Winthrop, Frank Lloyd Wright, Orville Wright, Wilbur Wright, Alvin C. York, Cy Young, and Lorenzo de Zavala.”

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trspencermd · 4 years ago

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Today’s Sunday Funday Mix was inspired by some SWEET House Music that I heard the other day when checking out various DJ’s. Smiling. There is something about House Music that just keeps my feet tapping and my body Moving. I enJOY the heavy Bass, Vocals, and Rhythm that is ever present in EVERY Track. Please check out Today’s Mix: “Dreaming of Something Sweet ~ Soulful House Music”! There is a mini tribute to honor Diana Ross for her birthday this weekend too! BOOM! Please EnJOY! DJ Suspence

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***FREE TO WATCH/LISTEN/SHARE/ENJOY***

Here is the TrackList:

1. Filtered Church (Original Mix) ~~~ Vjuan Allure2. Looking 4 Something (Original Mix) ~~~ Lokee3. Sweet Dreams - Club Remix ~~~ Eurythmics4. Plastic Dreams (Cubed Remix 2020) ~~~ The Cube Guys5. Dreams (Pete Moss Remix) ~~~ Colette, Pete Moss6. Say Something (Feat. Christina Aguilera) ~~~ A Great Big World7. Something Good (Terry Hunter Bang Mix) ~~~ Estelle, Terry Hunter8. Something (So Good) [Sofa King Good Mix] ~~~ Alias Rhythm9. Just Be Good To Me (Original Mix) ~~~ Earth n Days10. Something About Da Muziq ~~~ David Harness11. Something About You (Steven Stone Remix) ~~~ The Love Club, Steven Stone12. Something About You (Tsalikee’s Soulfunked Mix) ~~~ Tsalikee, Kathy Brown13. Something Deeper (Dj Spen Raw Dub Edit) ~~~ Kerri Chandler, DJ Spen14. Something Going On (Sonny Wharton Remix) ~~~ Todd Terry, Jocelyn Brown, Martha Wash, Roland Clark, Sonny Wharton15. Something In My Heart (CalVINSOL Remix) ~~~ Michelle, CalvINSOL16. Something In The Past (Feat. Mr. 6IXXX) [DjPopes Sound Of Baltimore Vocal Mix] ~~~ DjPope, Dana Weaver17. Something Inside (DJ Spen & Gary Hudgins Remix) ~~~ Jersey Maestros, Sarah Dash, DJ Spen, Gary Hudgins18. Something More (Quentin Harris Remix) ~~~ Patti Labelle19. Something Wit Jazz (Manoo Remix) ~~~ Mr. V, Manoo20. Tell You Something ~~~ MICWO21. I'm Coming Out (Remix By Maurice Joshua) ~~~ Diana Ross22. Upside Down (Almighty Anthem Mix) ~~~ Diana Ross23. Take Me Higher ~~~ Diana Ross24. The Boss - Remixed ~~~ Diana Ross25. It's So Good (Original Mix) ~~~ Terance James26. In the Midst ~~~ Eastside Boogii27. Little Black Samba (DJ Oji's 2021 Beatapella) ~~~ Carolyn Victorian, DJ Oji, DJ Oji Aka Original Man28. Night Fever (Sunset Mix) ~~~ JFC29. Round Midnight (Sandy Rivera's Classic Mix) ~~~ Sandy Rivera, Tamara Raven30. Thinking Of You (Extended Club Mix) ~~~ Cafe 432, Sheree Hicks31. Running (DjPope Funkhut Main Mix) ~~~ Dee Jay Sound, DjPope32. The Mighty Douglas (Doug's Godbizniss Mix) ~~~ Doug Willis, Dave Lee33. Express Yourself (Feat. Assurance) ~~~ DJ Spen34. Easily Triggered (Geology Remix) ~~~ Kid Enigma, Geology35. I Got Love (Booker T Remix) ~~~ Lomax (CH), Michael Procter, Booker T36. I Love You (Feat. Aretha Franklin) ~~~ Oscar P37. Hard to Love (Vocal Mix) ~~~ Adira Kasey38. (If You Want My Love) Put Something Down On It ~~~ Marc Evans39. Que Delicia ~~~ Mijangos40. Chagu (Henrik Schwarz Extended Version) ~~~ MoBlack, Emmanuel Jal, Henrik Schwarz41. Reach Deep (ThomChris Soulful Remix) ~~~ Muzzaik, Exacta, ThomChris42. Hey Child (Main Mix) ~~~ Neil Pierce, Hanlei43. We Flow (Soulful Delivers Mix) ~~~ Pavel Svetlove, EverLove, Soulful Delivers44. Ramasedi (Ralf GUM Main Mix) ~~~ Ralf GUM, Soweto Gospel Choir45. Good Life (Blackk Rubb Vocal) ~~~ Stephanie Cooke, Shino Blackk46. Reclaiming My Beatz ~~~ Vjuan Allure47. No Plans For Love (Clean) ~~~ D-Nice feat. Ne-Yo & Kent Jones48. Oweibaba (Original Mix) ~~~ Dj Spen & Greg Lewis49. Ribbon In The Sky ~~~ Stevie Wonder50. Givin' Me Sumthin' (Soulful House Mix) ~~~ Tracy Hamlin, John Khan51. Sumthin' Sumthin' ~~~ Maxwell52. Everybody Wants Something (Feat. Alex Mills) - Rhemi Remix ~~~ Akabu53. I Might Do Something Wrong (Feat. N'Dea Davenport) ~~~ Tortured Soul54. Sittin Up In My Room (Powerhouse Remix Edit) ~~~ Brandy55. Beautiful View (Antonello Ferrari Main Mix) ~~~ Antonello Ferrari, Dawn Tallman56. Beautiful People (The Knocks Club Remix) ~~~ Chris Brown57. Beautiful People (Underground Network Remix) ~~~ Barbara Tucker58. Beautiful Liar ~~~ Beyoncé59. Beautiful (DJ Spen Vocal Mix) ~~~ Mary J. Blige60. Stomp ~~~ Line Dances61. Stomp ~~~ Kirk Franklin62. Battle Cry - Remix ~~~ The Clark Sisters63. God's Got It (DJ Spen & Troy Morton ReWork) ~~~ DJ Booman, Troy Morton, DJ Spen64. He's Alright ~~~ Addvibe65. Blessed & Grateful (AFRIK-N-SOUL RETOUCH) ~~~ DJ Randall Smooth, T.S.O.N., AFRIK-N-SOUL66. Turbo Hustle (Tom Tom Hamilton Mix) ~~~ DJ Maestro67. Mama Say Mama Sa (Original Mix) ~~~ Lokee, Stefane68. They Dont Know (Karizma Remix) ~~~ Jon B69. You Know How To Love Me (Joey Negro Extended Disco Mix) ~~~ Phyllis Hyman, Joey Negro70. I Decided (Moto Blanco Edit) ~~~ Solange71. And I Know It (Vocal Mix) ~~~ Restless Soul72. Huggin' & a Luvin' (Mike Dunn Luvz Huggin' U ReMixX) ~~~ Gershon Jackson73. Ain't Nobody Feat. Onita Boone (Mousse T.'s Ain't No Good Man Mix) ~~~ Seductive Souls, Onita Boone, Mousse T74. Feels Good (Yeah!) (Terry Hunter Soooo Good Club Mix) ~~~ Kelly G., Terry Hunter75. Good Kisser (Funkystepz Remix) ~~~ Usher76. Good Vibrations (Dirty Secretz Remix) ~~~ Soul Divide, Dirty Secretz77. I Put A Spell On You (Honeycomb & Vega Mix) ~~~ Honeysweet, Vega78. Sweet Love (Autocycle Edit) ~~~ Anita Baker79. So Sweetly (Feat. Shaun Escoffery) ~~~ M&S80. Sweet Sensation (Original Mix) ~~~ BBwhite81. Let Me Tell You - Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix) ~~~ ANOTR82. Love Sensation (Soulfuledge Remix) ~~~ Susu Bobien, Soulfuledge83. What A Sensation ~~~ Masters At Work84. Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix) ~~~ Stephanie Mills

#soulful house #House Music #Twitter live #Twitter #SundayFunDay

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livinonthehedge · 4 years ago

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Penny, did you know they sell pre-sliced bread now? That's the greatest invention since... I don't even know what.

Hyman Cooper

#The Magicians #05x11 #be the hyman #hyman cooper

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leafsbabe · 5 years ago

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how Zach Hyman is like as a boyfriend (mlm)

- Zach is the perfect man and partner

- you can’t convince me otherwise

- he’s just so considerate and sweet and smart

- can you imagine coming home from a stressful day and there’s this beautiful man that probably just spent several hours gaming but then got up and did some light cleaning before starting dinner because he knows you had a long day so he greats you with a kiss and a mug of tea to help you relax?

- maybe hold you in his big strong reliant emotionally available arms

- definitely makes you feel safe and cared for

- you can help him finish cooking and then curl up on the coach and eat while snuggling and watching some tv

- put the dishes in the dishwasher and go back to cuddling

- you can talk about hockey and his many other ventures and your job

- maybe he tells you about a new book idea

- he’d be just such a nice kisser

- like yes to all the smooches

- t e n d e r n e s s

- he loves to just relax with you at home

- but when he takes you out on dates it’s always nice because he picks the best places to eat

- so many cute dates

- when he’s home and you have time he always wants to be doing something

- like tell me he wouldn’t take you stargazing or to museums

- and you can game together or spend time with the boys

- the team would obviously love you

- you just have to deal with their hyperness

- you’d be going on so many double dates with the boys and their partners

- writes you little love letters when he’s on the road

- just little things like i love you and the boys and me got lunch together today and it reminded me of you

- and most of the time he gets home before they do but you love them and collect them in a fancy box

- the team can never find them because the blackmail material would be insane

- he’d definitely get you cute souvenirs

- and when he comes home from the road and you’re there with some take out and a movie queued up

- and you can just snuggle up together again

- he’s so sweet and caring

- i feel like life with him would be very domestic but also very bro

- like his and his closets but both are just filled with both of your hoodies

- nice plants he remembers to water next to crumbled papers with notes on books and his company

- a lot of times he stays of late taking care of everything in his office so you have to remind him to come to bed

- oh maybe you could do like a shared office thing with him having his side for his gaming business and you with a side for work/school

- you’re a total power couple

#hab series #mlm hab series #zach hyman #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #hockey player

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spine-buster · 5 years ago

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Alone, Together | Chapter 33 | Morgan Rielly

Bee woke up to DMs. Lots of DMs. DMs that accused her of something completely different – not desperate, not clingy, not fat this time – something she’d never thought she’d be accused of.

THE TEAM CUM BUCKET

looks like you’re really getting on all the leafs dick like the fucking slut that u r

no better than a fucking whore. the biggest fuckin slut the leafs have ever seen, and that’s saying something.

biggest whore in all of toronto. how could u do that to morgan. all u want to do is become famous. your motivation is so clear and u r willing to do whatever it takes. can’t believe you would use someone as sweet as morgan

U R SUCH A FUCKING SLUT!!!!! UR SLEEPING W/ FRED NOW TOO AND UR NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT!!!!! UR THE FUCKING SLUTTIEST PERSON EVER NO WONDER EVERYBODY HATES UR GUTS!!!!! AND TO SHOW IT OFF AT ZACH’S WEDDING? UR SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON WHAT DOES MO EVEN SEE IN U

YOU’RE THE REASON EVERYONE WANTS TO LEAVE THE LEAFS

Wow, making your way onto the dicks of every member of the Leafs? We knew you were desperate girl but my God. You’d do anything to stay relevant. How could you do that to Morgan? And with Tyler fucking Ennis?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MORGAN?! You’re heinous. Just fucking die already. You deserve it.

Slut

Such a whore

Slut

Fuckin whore

Slut

slut

S L U T

FUCKIN SLUT

Bee swore she felt her heart stop beating. Her stomach curled into knots as she read DM after DM expressing the same words and sentiments. She had no clue what they were so angry about and didn’t know what she had done to deserve such hateful language and vitriol to be thrown at her. She turned over onto her side, pulling the comforter over her head so she was alone beneath the covers with her phone. She tapped to open another message.

U seriously think this is ok????? U r such a fucking slut. Ur at a wedding full of past and current teammates and members of the Hyman family and this is how u act? Ur a trashy fucking whore and I have no idea what Morgan sees in u. I hope he breaks up with u. Literally any girl in Toronto is better than u.

The person had attached two photos, and Bee recognized Cassie’s Instagram handle at the top – they were screenshots of stories she had uploaded last night, Bee figured, and of course they had gotten around. In the first picture, Kasperi and Cassie were the subjects of the photo as they slow danced together, but in the background, Bee could be seen dancing with Tyler. In the second photo, she was kissing Fred’s cheek for bringing her poutine, and Fred had a shit-eating grin on his face.

It was all so innocent – friends celebrating together at another friend’s wedding – but of course people online didn’t see it that way. Scratch that – crazy people online didn’t see it that way. To these girls, she was a slut. A whore. She betrayed Morgan’s trust. She was cheating on him in plain sight, in front of all his teammates, with his other teammates, because she was a dirty, trashy fucking slut who had no morals. That was that. There was nothing that could change their minds – they were resolved in this opinion and in making her life a living hell. She could join a convent and become a nun and they would still complain, still tell her the black made her fat or that the habit made it look like she had a double chin. She could never win. They didn’t want her to live her life when all she wanted to do – and all Morgan wanted her to do – was to live her life.

Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn’t help it. Just like when Sydney was making backhanded comments about her appearance, she was only human and could only take so much. A person saying nasty things about her appearance or calling her “desperate” when she knew she was the furthest thing from it was one thing. But people saying nasty things about her character and morals, and about hers and Morgan’s relationship…that hit differently. That crushed her to her core. A fun night with friends celebrating a marriage was now grounds for people to question whether she was cheating on the love of her life with his friends. It made her sick to her stomach.

Just as she was about to lock her screen and find Morgan (judging by the smell of the apartment, he was frying up some bacon in the kitchen), another DM came through. Another picture. This time, it was of comments made underneath the post he made when she had graduated.

@sydneyemartin: wow @morganrielly that diamond cartier is one hell of a gift 😂 looks good

@morganrielly: not too ‘ghetto’ for you, syd?

Bee felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She threw her phone down on the comforter and leapt out of bed, hurrying towards the kitchen where she knew he was. She saw him standing over the stove in his boxers and old t-shirt, the spatula in his hands moving back and forth to make the scrambled eggs. When he saw her, he smiled. “Morning, beautiful. Thought I’d let you sleep in and I’d cook breakfast, even though I’m pretty hungover.”

She rushed over to him, almost knocking him over by the sheer force in which she crashed into him and clung onto him for dear life. “Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa, hey…hey…” he cooed as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, her legs even moving to wrap around him even though he hadn’t picked her up yet. “Baby…baby…” he looked down at her, and it was only then when he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks and the redness of her eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked worriedly.

“What if I j-just d-d-deleted Instagram? Deleted everything?” she cried into his chest. “What if I j-just disappeared off the face of the earth so these p-people couldn’t send me m-m-messages anymore?”

At the mention of Instagram and ‘these people’, the blood in Morgan’s veins ran cold and was replaced with anger and rage. His furrowed his brows and looked down at her crying into his chest. “What happened,” he demanded as calmly as he could.

Bee shook her head. “What did I ever do to them do deserve this? Why do they hate me so much?”

“Bumblebee…” Morgan said, lifting her up in his arms as he turned off the stove and brought them to the couch so they could sit down. She stayed on top of him, burying her face into his chest as he kept his arms wrapped around her. “Bumblebee, come on, talk to me. What happened?”

She took a deep breath and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks before she lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eye. “C-Cassie uploaded these v-videos last n-night, and in one of them, m-me and T-Tyler and dancing in the background, when we were s-slow dancing to Frankie Valli and you and some of the b-b-boys were getting drinks, and in another, sh-she caught me k-k-kissing F-F-Fred on the cheek when he brought the p-p-poutine and you brought the f-fried chicken.”

“And?”

“And this m-morning, I get all these messages calling me a s-s-slut, a whore, that I’m ch-cheating on you and that I’m the biggest whore in Toronto and the t-t-eam cum bucket and--”

“The WHAT,” Morgan interrupted, his voice the purest form of anger she’d ever heard. “They called – they – they said what about you?” He didn’t even wait for her to answer. He’d heard the word perfectly fine. “I’m calling Steve Keogh. I’m calling Kyle and I’m calling Shanny and --”

“No, no Morgan, please, please,” she shook her head, grabbing at his hands desperately. “You don’t b-b-believe them, d-do you?” she asked, her voice so vulnerable it made his stomach twist in knots. “You don’t th-think I’d cheat on you with anyone, right? Let alone a t-teammate?”

“Briony --”

“I love you more than anything Morgan.”

“Briony --”

“You have to know I’d never – I’d never --”

“Briony, stop,” he placed his hands on her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate, tears still falling from her read eyes. “Briony, stop, please. I know baby. I know,” he kept repeating. “Listen to me. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I would never --”

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” he cooed, giving her a quick kiss to try to calm her down. “Briony, breathe,” she said as gently as possible. “Breathe. Breeeeathe. You did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t want you to think --”

“You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly again. “Briony, look at me. Look at me,” he said, placing his hand under her chin so they could lock eyes. “You are allowed to live your life the way you want to. You are allowed to do that. You weren’t able to for so long and now you can and I don’t want anybody to make you think that you’re not allowed to. You’re allowed to have fun. You’re allowed to do whatever you want and not face judgement from other people.”

She took a few deep breaths as she listened to Morgan’s words. Her cheeks were still stained with tears. “But you don’t think --”

“I’m not thinking anything besides punching those people in the damn face,” he said, giving her another quick kiss. “Briony, they’re low-lives. I’m so angry right now I could punch a wall. But I’m angrier about you thinking that you don’t deserve to live your life or that you think you have to live like some sort of nun. You did nothing wrong. We were at a wedding having fun.”

Bee took more deep breaths as she internalized his words. She knew they were wrong – she did, she knew it – but it was still tough to stomach. She was just a 23-year-old girl trying to survive in this world and they were attacking her for exactly what Morgan said – for having fun at a wedding. She rubbed at her eyes as she leaned her head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his big arms around her into a bear hug. “I just don’t want you thinking I would ever do something like that to you. Tyler, he’s…he’s like the brother I never had. Same with Fred. I love them to bits but not the way I love you.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Morgan stressed. “We were all having fun. It’s not illegal.”

“I just don’t understand why other people can’t see that,” she mused, a few stray tears still falling down her cheeks.

She felt Morgan’s chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took. “It doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is that I love you,” he said. “Remember the first time we hung out? And you took me on that walk around the U of T campus and we ate our sandwiches in the quad? And it felt like it was just us in the middle of the city and no-one else?” he asked. She nodded her head in the crook of his neck. “And you remember our date at Cibo, when you were uncomfortable and felt like you didn’t belong, and I held your hand across the table and told you, ‘It’s just me’?” he asked. Bee nodded her head again. “Same thing Bumblebee. It’s just me. It’s just us. All the outside noise doesn’t matter. What matters is what happens between us. Nothing else. Us.”

Bee felt like crying again. God, he was so right. Nothing mattered besides them. Nothing anybody could say could ever take away from how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. None of it mattered. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “You know exactly what to say all the time to make everything better.”

“I will never question if you love me because I know you do,” he said, his tone serious. “You never have to prove you love me. And you never have to take abuse from people, ever. You left that behind when you were emancipated from Sharon and I’ll be fucking damned if anybody ever makes you feel the way she did when you were a kid.”

If it was possible, she snuggled into him even more, whimpering slightly, wanting to feel him on every inch of her body as she let more tears fall at his words. He tightened his bear hug on her and stayed quiet, letting her digest his words as he tried to calm himself down from the anger and rage he was feeling. They sat on the couch in silence together until he couldn’t feel her tears on his skin anymore. “Will you do me a favour? Please?”

“What?”

“Please take screenshots and send them to me,” he requested. She raised her head to look him in the eye and he brought his hands up again to caress her cheeks, her red eyes confused at what he was asking her to do. “Please, Bumblebee. I need to send them to Steve and I want to see what we can do about it.”

“Morgan--”

“I want to keep you safe, Briony. Please,” he stressed. “I don’t want you to have to go through this. I know that you have for a really long time already and I want it to stop. Please. Let me do this for you.”

She looked at him, with his big blue eyes and his dishevelled blonde hair and his blonde stubble, and he looked so concerned, so upset, so vulnerable, so angry, so protective all at once. All she could do was nod her head and lean into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug again, settling into a silence as she wiped away the last of her tears.

It was a while before Bee spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who told you what Sydney said?”

Morgan stayed silent. He knew he wouldn’t get away with not answering her question. “Alannah was really upset about it so she told Zach, who told me. Sydney should be ashamed of herself. I had no problem calling her out.”

Bee took a deep breath. She didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. “I hope she didn’t tell Aryne. She’d go into premature labour if she found out. She’d be like that dragon on Game of Thrones.”

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle. He placed a kiss on the crown of Bee’s head and rested her cheek there. “I feel like I can be that dragon from Game of Thrones. I’m ready to burn down the entirety of Long Island for how rude and disrespectful she was to you.”

“Let’s…let’s just not talk about it anymore. She isn’t worth my time or energy,” Bee said, lifting her head from the crook of his neck. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

***

By the time Bee made it out of the bedroom after her shower (after her skincare routine, after towel-drying her hair, after putting on some comfy clothes), she emerged to find Tyler Ennis in her kitchen. He was already speaking with Morgan, who had his gym bag draped over his shoulder, and there was a brown paper bag on the counter with what smelled like freshly baked bagels. Morgan said he would be going to the gym, despite it being Canada Day, so she was pleasantly surprised that she wouldn’t have to spend the time alone before she and Morgan carried on with their day.

“Your eyes are red. Shampoo?” he asked as he hugged her.

She gave a quick look towards Morgan. She’d hoped the redness had died down enough, but apparently not. “No. Had a bit of a crying fest this morning.”

“Crying? Why?”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m cheating on Morgan with you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Really? That’s news to me.”

“It’s all over my DMs,” she couldn’t help but smile as he feigned shock. “It’s not just you, by the way. I’m cheating with Fred, too. It’s a big ol’ three-way. My new nickname is the team cum bucket.”

“What the fuck?!” Tyler exclaimed as he looked between her and Morgan. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I’ve already texted Keogh about it,” Morgan said from the door. “You two have a good breakfast. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Morgan left, Tyler looked back towards Bee. “Where did this come from?”

Bee sighed. Tyler didn’t need to know all the fundamentals, but he looked so concerned and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it from him. “Cassidy uploaded some videos from the wedding last night onto Instagram. In one of them, you and I are dancing to Frankie Valli. In another, I’m kissing Fred on the cheek for bringing me poutine.”

“And they called you…that because of it?” Tyler asked. Bee nodded her head. “Bee, you can’t…I can’t…I don’t even know what to say to that. That’s heinous. That’s completely--”

“Listen, I know you probably want to talk about it but I don’t,” Bee interrupted him. “I don’t even want to think about it. Can we just eat those bagels you brought before I have to share them with Morgan?”

Tyler couldn’t say no. He couldn’t deny her anything right now, especially anything that would make her happy. So he digressed, and they took out the bagels, and toasted them, and added the fresh lox and cream cheese he also bought, and Bee made cups of coffee in her French press, and they sat at the dining table eating and talking and going over their memories of the wedding last night. Tyler remembered dancing to Lizzo. He didn’t remember how many shots he’d had.

The entire time, Tyler had butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t want to have to do this. He hated to do it. He knew how she’d react and he didn’t want to see her upset and sad. But he knew he had to. So when she cleared their plates and mugs, and was loading everything into the dishwasher, he took a deep breath in. “Bee? Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his voice nervous.

“Of course. What’s up?” she asked, not looking at him as she loaded the last dish.

He noticed the time on the clock on the stove. “Um…C…Can we sit down?”

Bee immediately turned towards him, her brows furrowed in confusion and worry. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. He couldn’t meet her eye as he tried to formulate the words to tell her the news. “Bee…listen. I…besides my mother, you’re the only other woman in my life who deserves to know before noon.”

Bee was silent. So was Tyler. They looked at each other for a moment before Bee’s chest tightened. “No.”

“Bee…”

“Not you.”

“Bee --”

“Not you Tyler. Not you. No,” she began to shake her head. Tears began to stream down her face almost immediately once the realization dawned on her. “Morgan said you wanted to stay here. You wanted to stay.”

“I did Bee. I did. But management…” he said, trailing off. His chest tightened as he noticed her tears. “Listen. I’ve signed with Ottawa. It’s Ottawa. It’s not that far away, Bee. You can come visit. I can come back to visit.”

It being Ottawa didn’t make it any better. He was leaving. He wasn’t going to be on the Leafs anymore, in Toronto, and that crushed her. She knew this day was coming – it nulling over in the back of her mind for a while – but she tried desperately to ignore it. She didn’t want to think about it. Patrick was gone, but Johnsson and Kapanen had signed new deals, so she thought things would be worked out. Jake’s situation was the most precarious for Morgan since they were so close. She didn’t think she’d have to face such heartbreak so early. “Tyler…”

“C’mere, Bee,” he said, extending his arms and giving her a big hug. “It was always a long shot for me to stay here. Ottawa will be a good opportunity for me. I can take on more of a leadership role there with the young guys there.”

She knew he was saying these things to himself as much as he was saying them to her. She didn’t want him to leave. Selfishly, she wanted him to stay in Toronto forever. “How long is it for?”

“One year, eight hundred grand,” he informed her. He could feel her tense up slightly when he revealed the contract length. He knew she was thinking of the possibilities of where he could end up in a year from now. If he ended up anywhere. “It won’t be all that bad, Bee.”

“You leaving is the worst, Tyler,” she mumbled.

“Hey…come on. Remember that night when you had that big fight with Morgan and we were in the washroom together? And I told you that you’d never be alone again? That you’ll always have family somewhere?”

She nodded her head. “You said I won’t feel pain if I don’t lose anything.”

“Exactly. “You’re not losing me, Bee,” he stressed. “You’re not losing me. Our friendship isn’t ending. I’m just moving. I mean…hey, I’m still in the same province.”

He had a point. She was crying as if he was moving to Timbuktu when in reality he’d only be four hours away – one hour if she flew. Three and a half, probably, if Morgan sped down the highway like he did on their way to the cottage. “But…it’s Ottawa.”

“Aaaaand there she is,” Tyler giggled, causing her to giggle as well as he let go of their hug. “You’re back. Typical Leaf fan, taking shots at Ottawa.”

“I’m still really sad about it,” she said, wiping a tear. “But I’m being selfish. I need to see this as a good opportunity for you.”

“You’re not being selfish, Bee. You’re a regular human being,” Tyler said. “Just don’t forget to be a regular human being when I’m gone.”

***

Ron Hainsey, Connor Brown, and Nikita Zaitsev were gone to Ottawa too by the end of the day, through either trades or by signing a deal like Tyler had. The Leafs also signed Jason Spezza, a veteran player and UFA from the Dallas Stars, to a one-year contract. Jake still hadn’t signed anywhere.

Mitch hadn’t signed a contract yet, either. Bee didn’t understand the concept of offer sheets and she didn’t want Morgan to explain it to her a fourth time, so she didn’t ask, but it was all anyone ever talked about when they mentioned Mitch. She read about his contract demands and possible scenarios and wondered if there was any truth to it. A couple of people mentioned how he wanted a high number, and that was putting pressure on the Leafs organization in being able to re-sign Jake. She didn’t want to sound awful and bitter, but if that was the case, she didn’t know if she’d be able to forgive Mitch. She knew how close Morgan and Jake were – hell, even how close she and Lucy were – and knew how stressed Morgan was about the entire situation from the get-go. If Mitch was being unreasonable in his demands, and those demands affected Morgan in any way, she had no choice but to be angry about it. Morgan was obviously more used to this sort of stuff than she was, but it didn’t make it any easier, especially considering it was Jake.

6:57pm. Morgan was loading the dishwasher. Bee was already curled up on the couch under a blanket, waiting for him to join her so they could watch a movie (read: watch Derry Girls because Bee would convince him to). The news had been on since dinner, but now, she was flipping through the channels to get to Netflix.

Her phone vibrated.

Morgan’s phone rang.

Bee wiggled from her position on the couch to retrieve her phone from her pocket. From the kitchen, she could hear Morgan answer his call. On her screen, she saw a text from Aryne.

Naz just got traded to Colorado.

Bee read the message over and over again, as if English was a foreign language and she didn’t understand the words on the screen. From the kitchen, she heard Morgan’s shocked voice. “Naz got what?!” She sat up and looked at him, his jaw dropped as he stood in the kitchen listening to whatever the person on the other end was telling him. “For Barrie?!”

Bee’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She watched as Morgan walked over to the TV, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel to TSN. On the screen, Bee saw the words and faces appear before her. Toronto Maple Leafs trade Nazem Kadri and Calle Rosen to Colorado Avalanche in exchange for Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot.

“I can’t believe they actually fucking did it, John,” Morgan said into the phone, his mouth still wide open in shock. “I can’t…wait, what? They’re retaining 50% of Barrie’s salary? No we just turned it on right now.”

Bee stayed for as long as she could. She really did. It took her a while to internalize the magnitude of the situation. Naz was traded. To Colorado. Ashley. Ashley was due to give birth any day now and she just found out that she had to move to Denver, to an entirely different country. They would have to uproot their family. Their newborn baby. Everything that Naz had ever known – ten years in Toronto. He grew up here. He got married here. He lived his life here for ten years.

The analysts thought differently. There were barely any mentions of his contributions to the team for ten years. There were barely any mentions of how he had been a member of the Leafs when they were the worst team in the league, and how he stuck with them, how he believed in the team, the organization, how he worked through hell and high water to make the team successful, helping to bring them from the bottom of the standings to Stanley Cup contenders. There was no mention of a life lived and established outside of hockey in Toronto for ten years. No mention of his marriage, of Ashley moving here to be with him. No mention of the charity he established here, the money he donated to various causes around the city. No mention of how much his teammates liked him and valued his presence in the locker room. No mention of Naz becoming a new father soon.

Instead, mentions of his suspensions. How he was a player who let his emotions get the best of him. How he cost the team the playoffs twice in two years. How he was a wild child kid from London, Ontario who had a tough time establishing himself in the league under the leadership of Brian Burke. Nothing to do with family. Nothing to do with his successes. Everything to do with his perceived problems.

It wasn’t just Naz that was traded. It was Ashley too. And that’s what hurt Bee the most.

When Bee walked out of the room, she was still in shock. She tried calling Ashley, but of course, her line was busy. Bee decided to send a text with the only thing she could think to say.

I am so, so sorry.

Only when she was alone in the privacy of their bedroom did Bee start to cry uncontrollably. This was the couple that were over at Morgan’s apartment at the brink of dawn with extra clothes when her apartment got broken into. This was the couple that gave up one of their apartments so she could stay in it rent-free. This was the couple that helped her move into Morgan’s place months later, never expecting anything in return.

But the media never reported on stuff like that.

“Bumblebee,” Morgan said as he rushed through the door. Seeing her crying, the tears streaming down her face as she sat on the edge of the bed, shattered his heart into a million pieces. He knelt down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He knew how much Ashley and Naz meant to her. “C’mere Bumblebee. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not,” she cried into his shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she continued to sob.

“Bumblebee…” he cooed, rising from his position and still holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he sat on the bed.

“Why them?! Why Tyler?! Why Naz and Ashley? Why?!” she demanded as she cried into his shoulder.

Morgan wished he had an answer. God, did he wish he had an answer. But he didn’t. He couldn’t answer for how tumultuous free agency was. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Tyler, perhaps her closest friend she made on the team. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Naz and Ashley, the couple that helped support her at her lowest, most vulnerable point.

“Bumblebee, look at me,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to get her to calm down. When she raised her head, he saw the same red eyes and tear stained cheeks he had to deal with not even twelve hours earlier. Between the morning, the Tyler news, and this, Morgan felt like he had emotionally lived an entire week.

“I l-l-love them s-s-o much,” she hiccupped. “W-Why do they have t-to l-l-leave?”

“Bumblebee, I can’t answer th--”

“Why does everyone I love leave me?”

If it was possible, Morgan’s heart shattered even more. He tightened his arms around her and placed small kisses on her head and temple to try to calm her down. “Bumblebee, they’re not leaving you. They’re not leaving you. They – they’re leaving, but the friendships, the relationships you’ve built--”

“Th-Th-They’re like my family. M-My f-f-family I’ve never had,” she sobbed out.

“I know, Bumblebee.”

“Why do they have to leave?”

“Bumblebee – Bumblebee, they’re not going to leave your heart,” Morgan said, cradling her cheek and wiping away tears with his thumb. “Think about it. They might be in Denver and you might be here but they’re never going to leave you like you think they will.”

She was too emotional to take in his words, to internalize them and realize he was right. Her heart was hurting too much to make sense of anything and all she could do was cry. And Morgan could only hold her, hoping that the sense of abandonment she felt would pass, though he knew that was wishful thinking. All he could do was hold her and rub her back as she sobbed into his shoulder and kept asking why.

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I love that Abby criticises the bar for having Disney themed nights as if little kids are going to show up or something. It's still a bar that serves alcohol, children will never know that a bar which has burlesque nights also hosts Disney nights and when they are old enough to realise they probably won't care.

Oh Lord, I can’t with this argument that the bar has a personality disorder and that it is a big problem. She always says

ajw: “The personality disorder is precisely as you describe, you can’t claim D/isney and Br/aodway and then do some variety of “burlesque.” It is one or the other, both do not work”.

NEWSFLASH...it’s an over 21 Bar in progressive CA...it’s not Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World catering to families with preschoolers dressed in princess dresses.

I would say the bar has a very defined personality- it’s a fun piano bar for everyone but it is reaching out particularly to the LGBTQ+community to be a safe space for top-notch, fun theme-nights for the LGBTQ entertainment. Every bar in the world is allowed to define who they want to be and then if it is interesting to customers, they will come. If it isn’t, they won’t and they will either amend their business model or go out of business. It’s as simple as that. No bar can make everyone happy -nor should it strive to. But to be angry because it is bawdy and gay is really rich of Abby-and don’t get it twisted- she is pissed because it celebrates the LGBTQ community and it’s sexy. The community is more sexually liberated than the average straight American as they aren’t beholden to the bullshit patriarchal rules of sex in America. They have less shame and guilt about their own sexual pleasure. The Christian message straight America mostly lives by “sex is bad but reproduction is good” is not something they concern themselves with because sex and reproduction are not related in same-sex couples. From my position on the outside of the community, I see joyous sex and pleasure without the guilt or limits and slut-shaming as long as both adults are consenting. Nobody is doing purity hyman checks in the LGBTQ community! All of this raw sexuality and openly gay people expressing their sexuality makes Abby upset and anxious because she has hard and fast rules for relationships and sex. The only gay couple she “knows” had sex by touching noses to toes and prefer holding hands. That makes gurlesque WAYYYYY too much for her little heart to hold and naked women on the walls? NO f’ing way. We cover ourselves in public.

****My comments in italics & parenthesis******

Anonymous asked:

The bar makes me angrier than it should, I'll admit. Like if you want to be a sexy, cabaret lounge, more risque piano bar, then that is fine. Be that. I am not offended by nudity on the walls or even naked women on the bar. But then don't call it family friendly and start having Disney nights in the next breath. It's so bizarre. I'm all for having theme nights, but it needs to be in line with the establishment. Not this identity crisis this venue seems to have. It's so odd and unappealing to me.(Parroting back Abby’s words perfectly)

ajw: There are two issues with the bar, it has multiple personality disorder, utterly and completely and a lot of it is offensive. (She finds female sexuality and LGBTQ sexuality “offensive” b/c she can’t understand they are taking back the words that men use to define us and belittle us as sluts and whores).

The personality disorder is precisely as you describe, you can’t claim D/isney and Br/aodway and then do some variety of “burlesque.” It is one or the other, both do not work. (Yes, yes you can. If it’s your business you can do whatever the market will bear).

No, I am not saying every pic of a naked woman is offensive, to each their own, not my taste, but I know many people do like this sort of thing. But they have theme nights with offensive Names (d*ke night and corporate ladder/Corporate hoes), they use derogatory stereotypes (flannel shirt night), they have drink names that are misogynist (ones referring to large breasts, others calling women sluts), and the one picture i posted i think is body shamming as it is depicting 2 perfect women and telling us to achieve greatness. (Here her homophobia is on full blast. Straight women don’t get to decide what is offensive to lesbian women and since a lesbian woman hosts Open Dyke Night and Flannel shirt night, Abby needs to back off the generalizations about how offensive it is and admit that SHE”s offended by lesbians acting like lesbians. She prefers them to blend in with straight women).

And that doesn’t address the immature and childish touches that are plentiful. Or the rude bar staff. Or that there is an upcharge for ice. Or that the AC has been broken for over a year. (Here we have Abby’s tendency to read something once- whether it is from a credible source is irrelavant0 and then turn it into a never-ending consistent thing. Rude bar staff? There are one or two fake Yelp reviews about rude bar staff and lots of comments on social media about how great the bar is as well as the staff gushing about working there. The AC was broken the first night. I have seen no credible proof that it continued but again, customers can choose to either go there or not go there knowing AC doesn’t work. You can’t vilify a bar you will never go to because they don’t have AC. The upcharge for ice story isn’t very credible either and it was one Yelp review. I suspect the individual was a Darren fan who got a drink that was more expensive than they used to and they freaked out and wrote a nonsense reivew after being embarassed.)

Anonymous asked:

What's the Cinderella thing

ajw: Just a joke about the sex club nonnie, contrasting D/isney night with the decor.

Anonymous asked:

You don't remember when Cinderella stripped down to pasties and a thong at the ball, but fled at midnight, leaving the prince to scour the land for the girl who fit her 8-inch platform stripper-heel shoe? Tbh, his trips to the bar don't bug me anymore. He only goes when there is a celeb or a vip who pays (the orig post of Sat's pics thanks a guy who is an Apple exec who, I am guessing, paid for D's "random" appearance that night). His "I'm there most nights I'm in LA" days are long gone.

ajw720 answered: Hahahaha! Oh Nonnie I love you. Now that i think about it, i recall that story well, if I remember correctly, before she stripped down, she was in silver sparkles, beads and feathers. Now remind me, was she more of a gyrating with the beer tap on top of the bar kind of princess or one that simulates sex with an innocent teddy bear?

On D, you are right, at this point, he goes when there is a special guest. He really has cut it down a ton, which considering he has an actual job makes sense.

Just discovered this trip to the bar, that featured ERW and a British music exec Rob D/ickins may just have been to promote a B/owie cover band featuring ERW that is going on tour. And guess who is another member of the band? Ding Ding Ding, Platonic Roomie B/enny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (x). What a surprise!

flowersintheattic254

I love this type of coincidence @ajw720. You couldn’t make it up 😂.

Will M will be congratulating B publicly again on his success and will they use D’s SM so D can congratulate him personally. I’m eye rolling

notes-from-nowhere

She is so proud of her ma… oh, sorry, I got confused.

leka-1998

Gotta support his straight 🔥 music.

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Btw-Mia didn’t post this for Ben. It’s Ben’s own post but once again Mia is demonized for behavior she’s going to possibly maybe might do.

#crisscolfer lol #crisscolfer #darren criss #debunkimg cc lies #debunking cc nonsense #tsg #tramp stamp granny's #abby hates tsg

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