#that one episode where they buy phones at the mall

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Parfum d’étoile - episode twenty-seven

scaramouche x reader smau

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You could see Scaramouche from the window of his car, looking down at his phone.

He didn’t seem to notice you as you waved at him but it didn’t stop you from walking over and knocking on the window.

You wave again and put your hands together as a quiet apology before going to the other side of his black Mercedes to the passager seat.

You threw yourself onto the soft seat and left out a long sigh, finally getting to sit down and relax after minutes of running around your apartment to not be any later than you already were.

"Hey."

"Oh hi ! Sorry I’m late" you said, breathing heavily after each word

"It’s fine, it’s kind of on brand with you anyways."

The car fell into silence after his sentence

. After seconds that felt like hours of him not starting the engine you decided to take matters into your own hands and strike the conversation

"You have a nice car !"

"Yeah it was my mom’s. She gave it to me when i got into college."

"Oh that’s nice… So uh… Where are we going ?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"What ?"

" I don’t know where to go."

"Oh… Wait, what??"

"We should probably eat first since it’s noon."

"Uh… sure of course" you answered, still stunned by the revelation that he did not have anything planned.

"Kazuha said something about going to the Aquarium but i don’t really want to spend the day looking at fishes."

"Yeah, I don’t think aquariums are for first dates"

‘First dates’ he thought, by that logic there would also be a second, a third or even maybe a fourth.

What you thought about was the thought the he asked his friends for advice and that you weren’t the only one self conscious about all of this.

"Let’s go to McDonalds." His sentence pulled you out of your thoughts.

"What ?"

"Let’s go to McDonalds." He repeated, he didn’t really know what he was saying at that point

"Huh ?"

"I said-"

"No no I-! I heard what you said it’s uh… Why ? I was thinking of a place more first date-ey to be honest."

"The study sessions."

" ? "

"Kazuha got to pick Japanese food, you picked Italian after that but I didn’t get to pick."

"Oh yeah, that’s true"

"You don’t want to ?"

"No it’s- it’s fine with me"

"We can get something through the drive through and drive around and listen to music and speak about everything and everyone, that could be fun"

Now that he said it like that, it did sound fun : simply fooling around with him with no goal in mind seemed like a first date you could remember

"Yeah, that could be fun"

-★-

"Give me one or your nuggets"

"Should’ve ordered some for yourself"

"I paid for this ! Atleast let me have one !"

"Look at the road, god ! Do you want us to die or something ?!"

"It’s fine I’m an excellent driver" he said, snatching a chicken nugget from between your lips right into his mouth before getting his eyes back on the road.

"You’re a dick, Kuni."

"Don’t go dirtying the car now i just washed it"

"Huh ? You washed it for me ?"

"No dumbass i washed it because Childe borrowed it and he apparently can’t clean after himself."

"Well the name checks out"

You could hear a slight chuckle from the man beside you and it made you feel proud.

This date wasn’t actually, going as badly as you thought it would, it felt nice and casual to just spend time with Scaramouche.

Alex G was playing on his car speaker and the grey sky outside made it feel weirdly soothing.

"Where do you want to go after this ?"

"Wherever i don’t really care."

"God you’re so annoying."

"How is it my fault that you invite me on a date but don’t have a plan in head?!"

"Let’s go to the mall I have something to buy."

"Ooh I saw nice pants last time! You’ll buy them for me right ?" You said jokingly expecting a ‘no way in hell’ from him

"Sure, i don’t really care"

"Huh ? I was joking you know…"

"I’m not, I have money to spend might as well spend it."

"Do you wanna be my sugar daddy ?"

"Aren’t I already ?"

He stopped the car in the mall’s parking lot without you even noticing you were even approaching the mall already.

He stepped out of the car and closed his side before going to the other side and opening up the door for you.

"Ma’am."

"Woah, so gentlemanly."

"I know right."

Now that you were both out of the car you could finally examine what he wore.

It was your first time seeing him wear a button down and it didn’t look so bad, the black tie that he wore with it was slightly loosen to give more style probably. The color of his tie matched his pants, black baggy jeans with holes on each knees and he added a dark jacket to protect himself against the chilly air from outside.

It seemed like whatever he was wearing was fitting of him and it pissed you off.

"Quit staring."

"It’s weird seeing you with a button down"

"You saw me with one when i went to eat with my mom dumbass"

"Did I ? I don’t remember that."

You don’t know if he did it subconsciously or on purpose but scaramouche intertwined your fingers like it was nothing, hand and hand and dragging you into the shopping mall.

You didn’t say anything about it, scared that if you did speak up he would pull away. You just wanted to enjoy the warmth of his hand for a few moments longer.

-★-

Your hands came apart when you entered his car for the second time. Scaramouche pulled away so easily you couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh and hoped he didn’t notice (he did)

"So… what else should we do ?"

"We could drink that wine of yours"

You pointed to the plastic bag in which a bottle of french red wine he just bought that was sitting next to the bag filled with clothes that he insisted on buying you

"Uh you’re nice and all but this is a 1973 grand cru."

"Ok ? And ?"

"This bottle was 1.5k i’m not opening it for you."

"Come on, it would be fun !"

" I won’t be able to drive home, you know that right ?"

"We can uber home and you’ll get your car tomorrow !"

"You’re so fucking annoying" Scaramouche said as he started the car

"Where are we going"

"A cliff."

"What for ?"

"So i can kill us both." He sighed in annoyance, not satisfied with the decision he just made "To drink the wine dipshit, what else ?"

A satisfied smile crept on your face as you looked ahead of you, the sky was clearer now and it was a beautiful shade of blue.

You checked the time, wondering how long you’ve been on this date already.

You ignored the countless notifications from your friend group, not wanting to text friends while being with Scaramouche.

Your phone read ‘3:49’

Your shopping session was obviously way longer than expected and you kind of felt bad to use his money but also very satisfied with the purchases he made. You knew that whenever you’d tell Mona she won’t let it go ever.

Scaramouche had been weirdly sweet during the day, you wondered if he’d be like that if you ever dated him then started to hate yourself when you realised what you were thinking about.

Still dating Scaramouche doesn’t seem that bad ; he was rich, good looking, fun to be around, rich, dressed well, rich, had really good grades, was sweet (at time) and was filthy rich.

Settling with a guy like him didn’t seem like such a bad idea and you wanted so hard to hate the thought of it but you couldn’t.

"What is it ?" Scaramouche had noticed you staring

"I just thought that we’ve been driving for a while" you lied "where is that fucking cliff of yours ?"

"Out of town."

"What ? How are we gonna go back ?"

"I’ll drive of course"

"Drunk driving really isn’t safe you know ?"

"I’m not going to have more than one drink i’m not an alcoholic" like Kazuha, he wanted to add but he didn’t want to speak of him while on a date with you "I refuse to leave a fucking Mercedes out there in the wild, i’m gonna bring this baby back to the dorm parking lot before i go to bed i swear"

"Ooh so you’re that kind of car lover."

"What is that supposed to mean ?"

"Nothing in particular."

-★-

You checked your phone once again

6:01

Scaramouche drove for more than two hours which was surprising to you.

Time flew by fast with countless conversations and improvised karaoke.

You were still grinning ear to ear getting out of his car and finally being able to stretch properly.

You heard the car trunk close violently and turned around to see Scaramouche holding two wine glasses and a bottle of wine that seemed different than the one you pointed to earlier

"So you basically got me the cheap version ?"

"Yup!" He said not an ounce of shame in his voice "This is still 200 bucks i’m sure you’ll live"

"What if I don’t ?"

He ignored you and simply sat on the hood of his car.

It felt wrong to sit on the hood of a car that was worth more than all of your belongings put together but if he did it you might as well.

You happily took the glass he was offering you from his hands before he pour down some of the liquid from the wine bottle he just opened

"You’re not going to poison me, are you ?"

"I might" he replied pouring himself a glass

"Cheers" you said, both at the same time.

Scaramouche took a small sip while you downed your whole glass in a matter of seconds

"Not even appreciating the taste, jesus"

Silence fell onto the both of you, a comfortable one.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, closing your eyes, almost drifting off the sleep before adding quietly

"I really wanted you to like me, Kuni"

He didn’t speak but you knew he heard you.

Your eyes opened once again when you felt his head on top of yours, both of your bodies being warmed up by the other’s

You stayed like that for hours that felt like minutes. Staring at the sun hiding from your view for the day, the orange aspect of the sky adding a little something to the already perfect evening.

Your heart was beating fast and you hoped that Scaramouche’s was too.

After countless of small meaningless conversations, it was sadly time to go home

-★-

You yawned

"I’m so tired"

"We’re almost there, don’t worry."

10:36

You could see the familiar lights and building of your town and it felt bittersweet.

You didn’t really want the day to end yet.

Even though you barely did anything, you felt awfully close to him and you liked that feeling.

The car stopped and you knew that it meant you arrived at the front of your apartment but you still checked outside hoping that maybe you were wrong.

You weren’t.

You could see the windows of your living room from there and it felt like they were mocking you.

You stepped out of the car, legs almost giving out because of how long you spent sitting.

Scaramouche was still in the car, hands on the steering wheel and he looked like he was more than read to leave.

The window from the driver seat was opened so you leaned in to be heard better

"Today was fun, we should do that again"

"Yeah."

"Well then, goodnight."

"What ? You aren’t claiming the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes in my backseat ?"

The grin on his face made you want to slap him but you simply sighed.

He got out of the car and gave you your(his) purchases

"You’re being awfully gentlemanly tonight"

"I’m always like that"

You faked a cough

"Well-"

His lips suddenly crashed on yours, unexpectedly and they tasted like cherry.

His sudden kiss made you gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth

You closed your eyes letting him explore your mouth all he wanted, letting a few moans and whimpers here and there.

Before you even had the chance to grab him he cruelly pulled away panting slightly before leaving a soft peck on your now swollen lips.

Your face was burning up and it was hard to catch your breath but you still managed to whisper

"What… What was that…?"

"The kiss i owed you. It’s a little late though so I apologise.

He planted another kiss on your lips and barely pulled away before whispering

"Have a good night, Y/N"

And with that, he turned around, got into his car and drove away. Leaving you frozen and speechless on your own doorstep.

Extras!

My friend said "we better kiss or i’ll throw hands" and i had to act like i wasn’t sure it was so hard i wanted to say it so bad

We did kiss i hope you guys are finally happy 😞

Uh next chapter not so happy it’s not angst but it’s frustrating

I’m writing those notes on the 17th i haven’t even finished chapter 26

Oh em gee Bojack Horseman reference

Why are kissing scenes so embarrassing to write omg

No proofreading we die like men

Went to sleep at 8am just for you guys ughh i have to be awake in 4hrs why do i do this to myself

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 Part 3

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)    

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Days of Future Past

After they leave Yi City, the gang comes to a proper town where there is a lantern festival going on, or else it's just a town that is really nuts about lanterns.

The juniors go shopping, looking at random trinkets, cell-phone cases, sunglasses, and electric toys that will break as soon as you get them home. Wait, that's my local mall I'm thinking of. But it's the same idea, pretty much.

Judging by the dream catchers hanging up on the right, this particular Ancient-China kiosk is owned by a traveling Ojibwe person.

Sizhui experiences a callback to symbolism from the past as he looks at an array of toy insects.

Jin Ling toy shames him, and Lan Jingyi comes to his defense.

Toys are for every age, people. Even if you outgrow one style of play, there's a lot of ways to enjoy toys, including tucking them in your robe and pulling them out to look at them whenever you have a memory cascade.

When Sizhui was young, he looked at toys with Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian didn't give him the toys, however, because "asking is asking, buying is buying." For Wei Wuxian, there was always a vast chasm between what he wanted and what he could actually have. Lan Wangji, of course, promptly gave A-Yuan toys, including a version of this grass butterfly.

The last time we saw A-Yuan with the butterfly is the last time A-Yuan saw Wei Wuxian. WWX frightened him and he dropped his butterfly, and everything went to shit after that. So I think it's fair to say the butterfly symbolizes some stuff.

(More after the cut!)

Jingyi points out to Sizhui that they have all of this same stuff at home in Gusu, which is what happens in a franchise-based retail economy.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian enter the market together, but Wei Wuxian quickly runs ahead, enjoying the energy and the sights. Grown-up Lan Wangji, unlike his younger self, seems perfectly comfortable in this crowded and busy environment.

Lan Wangji pauses at a seller's stall to experience his own callback to the past, as he contemplates a lantern with rabbits on it.

Here the show the show restrains itself and does not show us a flashback to the rabbit lantern of the past. That's ok, though; the first lantern scene is one of the most memorable in the show, so we can just replay it in our heads.

Back then, Wei Wuxian made a special lantern for Lan Wangji, and they released it together. That was the first time we saw Lan Wangji smile, and it's also when Wei Wuxian's pledge of chivalry turned their mutual interest/attraction into something much deeper.

While Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui are contemplating lost things from the past (sky lanterns, by their nature, are losses, but in a nice way), Wei Wuxian is confronting one of his own losses.

He sees a little kid running to a vendor, and his mind's eye sees A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian's reaction to the child, and he stops looking at the lantern to watch Wei Wuxian instead.

When Wei Wuxian realizes that the child is not, in fact, A-Yuan, the air goes out of him.

Is it too cruel of me to point out that while Wei Wuxian's heart is breaking from realizing that A-Yuan could not possibly be shopping for toys in this market, the real A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui, actually is shopping for toys in this market?

Wei Wuxian allows himself to feel things, for a moment--and when he turns around and sees Lan Wangji watching him, he doesn't immediately paste a fake smile onto his face, which is some kind of relationship growth.

Lan Wangji takes this opportunity to say "hey, Wei Ying, I forgot to mention that A-Yuan isn't dead."

Ha ha ha ha ha of course he doesn't say that. He's waiting for the right moment to share this information, and Lan Wangji has no idea what constitutes a right moment for verbalizing anything. If he can't use his sword to communicate his devotion or his disappointment, he's in a pickle.

Also, Lan Wangji is aware of the popular Wuxia trope of "lone survivor of a massacred clan grows up to seek revenge," and the rules say you can't reveal the survivor's identity until they have gotten a job as the bodyguard and/or concubine of their enemy's innocent heir. Sizhui has made a good start by befriending Jin Ling, but he's not showing much inclination to revenge, so Lan Wangji is stuck for now.

Like a Lantern in the Dark

When Wei Wuxian sees the lantern next to Lan Wangji, he breaks into a genuine, sunny smile, and runs up to very gently tease LWJ about it.

Like a lantern in the dark, Follow on now, follow your heart

Back then the lantern had a single rabbit, and was a gift from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji said he's used to doing things alone, and Wei Wuxian said that he can change. This rabbit lantern has two rabbits, and is about to be a gift from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian. Because Lan Wangji has changed.

"Lan Zhan, let's buy it"

Wei Wuxian has also changed. He asks for what he wants, instead of just wishing, and is delighted when Lan Wangji gives it to him. The lantern, people. Lan Wangji gives the lantern to him.

They take the lantern together, walk with it together, and immediately give it to (their son) Sizhui, telling him to take good care of it. Sizhui is confused but Jingyi knows what's up. Look how happy he is that his favorite teacher has a boyfriend.

I'm pretty sure ceremonial lantern-giving is going to be incorporated into Gusu weddings from now on, at least weddings where there is already a kid who needs a special role in the ceremony.

Brotherly

The kids tell Lan Wangji that Zewu-Jun is here to see him, and Lan Wangji makes this face:

Holy fuck, what is going on between the Lan brothers? It occurs to me that we haven't seen them together since Wei Wuxian came back to life. They were close, in the before times, but 33 lashes and 3 years of forced seclusion might have changed things.

Wei Wuxian gets back into his mask, and they go and show the sword spirit to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen...absorbs it...into his body? What is actually happening here?

I mean, it looks cool, but that can't be healthy.

Now that Nie Mingjue's body has been - mostly - found, his fears are confirmed. He says that Nie Mingjue qi-deviated in public and "all his veins were broken," which I'm pretty sure should actually be translated "all his meridians were broken." Meridians are what carry your qi around your body. After that happened, nobody knew what happened to him and/or his body.

So he's sad about this, but not shocked. I feel like Lan Xichen maybe could have tried harder to find out what happened, but he never was as stubborn as Lan Wangji.

You Don't Know Him Like I Do

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji point out that Jin Guangyao is the obvious suspect in the current situation, but Lan Xichen doesn't want to hear it; he literally turns his back on them while he explains all the reasons Jin Guangyao couldn't be the person who's in control of the Yin tiger seal.

Lan Wangji is hard to read in this conversation; he lets Wei Wuxian do the talking. But he seems deeply suspicious of Jin Guangyao, and is maybe kinda resigned to his brother refusing to hear him.

I wonder how many sketchy things Lan Xichen has forgiven, over the years? How many does Lan Wangji know about?

"He wouldn't do that"

Lan Xichen's statement here is a direct parallel to Lan Wangji's statement way back in epsiode 21, which is the last time we saw the brothers talking about anything besides battle strategy.

Back then, Lan Xichen asked about the deaths at the supervisory office - you know, all those people who killed themselves in horrible ways and/or were killed by vengeful spirits. He wanted to know if WWX killed them using Yin Iron. Lan Wangji said nope, not my sweetie, he sure didn't.

"He wouldn't do anything like that."

Same framing, same camera angle, same blocking. Same message: the one I love would not do bad things using Yin iron. But - here's the thing - Lan Wangji was flat-out lying in that earlier conversation. He saw Wei Wuxian doing forbidden stuff and got in a huge-ass fight with him about it, only to deny it to his brother.

Parallels being what they are in this show, I think this is a strong suggestion that Lan Xichen is knowingly lying in the current conversation.

If we look back at that previous conversation, when Lan Wangji asked Lan Xichen "how can we understand someone's heart?" Lan Xichen gave a surprising answer.

"When looking at someone, you[...]shouldn't use a clear right or wrong, black or white to judge them. What matters is what their heart believes in."

When this conversation happened, it seemed that he was giving Lan Wangji advice about his Wei Wuxian situation, but in retrospect, I think he was thinking about Meng Yao, who had recently murdered a guy and defected to the Wen clan.

In the present moment, I think Lan Xichen knows that Jin Guangyao is sketchy, but he also believes there are some lines his friend won't cross. (He doesn't know yet about the fratricide, patricide, and filicide, or the massacre of the sex workers in the brothel where JGY grew up.) I don't think any of these guys really believes that "Yin iron" is one of those uncrossable lines.

The conversation is interrupted by the juniors having a loud argument inside about whether Wei Wuxian is The Worst, or merely bad. Lan Sizhui started this by very very mildly defending demonic cultivators. Jin Ling is super upset, because of the whole "Wei Wuxian killed my dad" and "Uncle Jiang Cheng frequently reminds me to kill people like Wei Wuxian and feed them to my dog" situation.

Lan Wangji immediately drops the important conversation he is having to go inside and deal with the more important problem of a child talking shit about his boyfriend.

Busted

The moment that Lan Wangji goes inside, Lan Xichen addresses Wei Wuxian by name, letting him know that he's recognized him. Watching him fondle his untouchable didi's shoulder might have been a clue. Wei Wuxian is alarmed but makes a quick recovery.

Lan Xichen is surprisingly kind to Wei Wuxian at the same time as being extremely extremely wary of him. He's not pleased to see him, and Wei Wuxian's 1000 watt smile and apparently genuine pleasure in greeting him properly receives a chilly response.

Wei Wuxian gently asks Lan Xichen to think about what they've discussed, but he doesn't press. He gives him time and space to think. In a way, Wei Wuxian is better at handling Lan Xichen than Lan Wangji is; Lan Wangji's stubbornness makes him inclined to push. Wei Wuxian is better at fitting his tactics to the situation.

He says his bit and then leaves Lan Xichen to think things over in peace.

Soundtrack: Follow the Heart by Yaima

[deadmanscity-writing]

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Request: N/A (Wasn’t requested)

Scenario/Background: Reader accidentally timetravels/replaces her doppelganger (Because I’m in love with that trope). Also, this is placed in Episode one of the third season: when Robin first appears.

Reader can be anywhere from 16-18 years old.

I’m also going to try to write /most/ of the episode this time, and not die from pausing, unpausing.. “Wait.. what did they say?”

In this fanfic, Stranger Things is still a show.

Doesn’t follow the exact story, since it is in Reader’s point of view, so it may throw you off just a little bit.

H/T(C) = Home Town(or city)

!!WARNING!!

Actions of assault in the beginning, and mentions of it later on…

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11:54.34pm:

H/T(C), [state/province], [country].

June 28, 2024 (1/6/2024):

Walking outside, with a silent hum, from a celebration of my friend’s seventeenth birthday. As I pick at the long sleeve I decided to wear on this warm night, I hear scuffing of shoes against the pavement behind me not even a minute after leaving the building.

Feeling oversuspicious at the probability of being followed, I hasten my steps.

Why’d the parking garage have to be so damn far away..!

Turning the nearby corner, I feel the person grab my hair from behind me. They swiftly throw my head against the bricked wall I stood next to. Nothing turning from it, minus a likely concussion and a future headache, I turn around to face the person, almost as instinct. Before I even get a glimpse of anything above the belt- “such a pretty thing…”- He smashes my stomach with their boot, and my face with his knee.

With a grunt, all that I can sense is ringing in my ear. I slip into the abyss as my body turns limp.

—Timeskip: eleven hours, thirty-six minutes, five seconds: 11:30.39am—

June [2?], [!??4]

Location [UNKNOWN]

Shit… I squint open my eyes. Where am I..? I sit up, looking around. I’m behind what is likely… a mall. Did he just dump me? Damn. Standing up, I run the back of my hand and arm under my nose. Dried blood either falling off, or attaching itself to my sleeve. Fuck… “This is honest bull.”

Remembering my bag, I turn my head, rapidly looking for it. I spot it in the general area I once laid.

I drop to a kneel. Opening it, I try to look for the small amount of aid supplies I usually carry inside. “How I hate the extra luggage, but I’m so glad I brought you.” I whisper to the inanimate object.

Finding the alcohol wipes, I bring out my phone, turning on the camera to aid me in cleaning myself.

“You!-” I groan, spotting the bruising on my right eye, “motherfucker…” At least it’s not swollen.. I end up roughly cleaning the bloch of dried blood under my nose, and the rest of my face. And throwing my phone into my bag.

Honestly.. These aren’t as bad of injuries for getting beaten. Well. More so, nothing is broken…

Remembering the sunglasses in my bag that I keep forgetting to take out, I rummage for them, eagerly I put them on to hide the blackeye.

Huffing, I get back up, swinging my bag over my shoulder. Walking to the front of the building, I instantly decide it best to go inside.

Not knowing where to go, I head down the escalators, spotting… a certain ice cream parlor. Looks like I gotta keep a little secret.

June 28, 1984

StarCourt Mall. Hawkins, Indiana

I wandered to other stores, buying new clothes, accessories and stopping to eat a couple times. I will tell ya’, inflation is a bitch. So glad I took cash with me. These damn prices are heaven!

Already with changed clothes, putting my old, teared, and bloodied clothes in a completely separate bag from the already few I hold. I decide it best to either wander or sit, waiting.

All until it reached 21:27pm (9:27pm). That’s when I saw the party. The main five. All of them walking inside. When they reach the bottom of the escalator, Lucas gives Erica a short lecture when he spots her with friends. Of course, I can’t hear them with the current distance. But I know what they’re saying.

Soon, I detach myself from the wall I was leaning on, following them to the ice-cream parlor.

Instead of following all the way to the counter where Mike, may I add, obnoxiously rings the bell, I stop and go to a table. Setting all my bags down, soon setting myself down too.

“Hey, dingus! Your children are here!”

“Again?” Steve slides open a window connecting to the back room. “Seriously?”

Mike just looks at him before ringing the counter bell one more time.

Steve leads them to the hallways connecting all the departments shortly after.

I set my head on the back of the seating close to the wall.

After just sitting for a couple more minutes, I decide that I want to talk to at least one of them: Robin, or Steve? I ponder. I don’t feel like thinking about the interference with the plot right now. I just want to talk.

I get up, but as soon as I do, the power goes out. I forgot that this happens.

“That’s weird…” I hear Steve. I then hear him flickering the light switch behind him. Over, and over again.

“That isn’t going to work, dingus.” I then hear Robin’s voice.

“Oh, really?” He says in response, flickering the switch faster, while looking up, facing the lights to see any reaction from them.

“It really isn’t.” I speak up.

The power then came back on, almost as soon as it went out.

“Let there be light.” Steve says smugly to Robin, who silently mocks him. He then turns to me, keeping the same smug look.

I look at him with a straight face, in return, before a wave of paranoia hits me. All I do is shiver, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

I raise an eyebrow back, “What?”

“Nothing.” He says nothing more for a few seconds, “So-”

I check the time on my watch. “Shit..” I mumble to myself. It’s nine fifty-eight.

I turn around. I was wanting to try and figure out a place to stay before ten, but it’s almost that time… damn it all. I guess… I can risk it. I don’t want to stay with Steve, but he’s also my best bet right now. I just… need to make it.. extremely clear. Or, I can ask for a ride to a Hotel. Just- something!

I turn back around to face him. “Hey! Um,” I quiet myself immediately after realizing my raised volume. “I’m, like, extremely new here, in town. I got dropped off here from the bus, and this is also my first day here, so… I was wondering if, um, you could drive me to a nearby hotel..? If you have a car. You don’t have to though!” There are… SO MANY HOLES IN THAT! What the fuck! Now I’m praying he’s stupid as some of the show betrays him to be!

“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind!” Not even a second later. No hesitation. He is… that stupid. Okay.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

He grins. Wow… maybe, don’t inflate his ego too much next time…

—Timeskip: Twelve hours, fifteen minutes, zero seconds: 11:14am—

The next morning at the mall

I figured it best to not wear my sunglasses today.

“Alrighty. One scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty five. Here ya’ go.” I see Steve smile at the girl from where I sit. He looks at her shirt, “Purdue. Fancy,” I cringe.

“Yeah. I’m excited!” She response, giggling.

Steve types something in the register, “Yeah, you know I considered it. Purdue. But then I was like, “You know what? I- I really think I need some real life experience.” You know, before I hit college. See what it feels like. I don’t know.” He grabs her change from the register, “See what it’s like to earn a working man's wage. You know wh- uh.” The register rings. It’s broken. And… He’s freaking out. “Hold on. Sorry.” He then continues his story. “I think that’s, like, really important.” The two girls just look at him. Smiling at his failed attempt at flirting with the one in front.

“Yeah. Totally.” Gotta love sarcasm, but damn.

“Yeah! Anyways, this is like, so fun.” He forces a short laugh with her. “We should, kinda like, you know, I don’t know, hang out?” He hands her her change. Either her failing to catch it, or him having poor hand to eye coordination; it wounds up falling. “Oh- sorry about that. Uh- I don’t know.” He puts his hand on the counter, trying to appear more confident, hoping for the outcome he obviously wishes for. “Maybe next weekend, or,” He waits.

“Yeah, I’m busy.” She reaches to put the change in her purse.

“Oh- that’s cool. I’m actually- I’m working here next weekend.” He gestures. “So… the following weekend is better for me,” He says defeated, but hope still underlines his tone.

“Ah- no, I’m sorry, I can’t. Okay.” She says. What’s with the bitchy tone?.. I eye her, rolling my eyes. “Thanks.”

Steve tries to speak up as they walk away, “I could- this is my first day here.” I then eye him with a raised brow.

He huffs in defeat.

Robin rolls to the opening of the window. Almost as if on cue. I smile at what she’s about to say. “And another one bites the dust.” She slides her white board in view. Steve turns around to face her, scuffing at the sound of her voice. “You are O-for-six, popeye.” She places a tally mark under the words ‘You suck’.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can count.” Steve says agitatedly, while nodding, arms crossed.

“You know that means you suck, right?” She says in a teasing tone.

“Yep. I can read too.” I can tell Steve is tired from all Robin’s teasing with his rough tone he carries towards her.

“Since when?” She teases him even further. Almost as if she’s trying to knock him over the edge.

“Hey?” I get up from where I sat, walking up behind Steve. “Do you think you can put another one on there? Make it O-for-seven?” I ask, in a mocking tone.

“Oh, dingus got dusted not six- but seven times?” She looks to him, playfully shocked, before looking towards me, “Now, dingus’ friend, who was this unlucky lady?” She asks with the same tone.

“Me. When I was hitching a ride with him last night.”

“Wow… dingus, you don't know when to quit, do you?” I breathe out a short laugh.

“Sorry, Steve,” I pat him on the shoulder before leaning on the counter. “Your oh-so-sweet co-worker has to know.” My tone, similar to Robin’s.

“It’s this stupid hat!” I sigh, shaking my head. “I am telling you!” Robin sighs at his complaint too. “It is totally blowing my best feature!..” It really isn’t the hat.

“Yeah,” Robin moves the board, locking her hands, placing her arms to lay on the wall under the opening of the window. “Company policy is a real drag,” she shakes her head. “Y’know, it’s a crazy idea,” She looks up at him from her position, “but, have you considered..” She shrugs, blowing up her cheeks before continuing, “Telling the truth..?” She basically eyes him.

“Oh, you mean that I couldn’t even get into tech, and my douchebag dad is trying to teach me a lesson? I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” He speaks with dual honesty.

I move as I hear the clacking of heals, back to my seat.

Robin grins before pointing out to Steve, “Hey, twelve o’clock.”

Steve follows, “Oh shit, oh shit. Okay. Uhhh… Goin’ in. Okay, I’m goin’ in-” just before he turns around,”-and you know what?” He reaches to take off his uniform hat, throwing it behind Robin, “Screw company policy.”

“Oh my god, you’re a whole new man.”

Steve begins to walk away backwards, “Right? Oo,” he does a small dance. He turns around as me and Robin laugh at his actions. “Ahoy ladies! Didn’t see you there!” He practically screams, causing me and the girl he is speaking to to jump. He places both of his hands on the counter top. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?” He says with great enthusiasm. “I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.” He loses a little volume near the end.

The girls laugh, “Oh god,” I hear one mumble.

“Can I get you guys a little taste of cherry suebly?” He butchers the last word, sorbet. “No? Anybody? Banana boat?” He takes a look at all of them. “Four people, four spoons?”

Robin slowly slides away, cringing as she does so. I get up as she does so, walking behind the girls, and proceeding to the back room, Steve doesn’t seem to care.

Steve continues, “Anybody? It’s hot out there.”

Once I get through the door, I see Robin has put another tally, “O-for-eight..? He really is desperate.” I walk over to close the window. Sitting down at the table in the middle of the room after.

“Yeah. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask; what’s up with your eye?” She points to her own.

“Oh, I-” I touch the fading bruise “It’s nothing. Just some weirdo kneed me in the face.” Robin, thankfully, doesn't pry. “But- uh- anyway-” I take a deep breath, “I get the whole “girl crazy” thing, but he doesn’t seem like the type.” I rest my head on my palm, facing Robin. “I feel like everyone gets the same feeling after breaking things off with either their first relationship, or first love.”

“Really? Who's the boy that broke your heart?” She raises her brow with a sarcastic smirk. She then sits in the chair next to me, “Would love to hear about it.” She keeps her taunting tone.

“You wouldn’t know him,” I say in a similar tone to hers. “But, the feeling is like, you get so used to being in a relationship that you feel out of place when you’re not in one. Some people try to give it some time before actually doing that, to avoid a rebound. But after some time, they’re either content but still want a relationship, or just… content with being single ....”

Robin boredly hums to my rant in response.

“I hope you know I avoided going on a long ass rant, just for you.” I grin playfully.

She looks back at me, “Ah, yes, thank you for saving my ears.” I smile in place of a laugh at her reply.

“I rant a shit ton. Not even when I’m nervous, usually when I’m happy, or ‘forcing’ someone to listen to me. But I hate that I sometimes stutter, or accidentally skip a word, or even make up one in some scenarios.” I shrug.

She shakes her head with a slight smile.

[mysticonsheadcanons]

Mysticons Fan Episode: What Lies Beneath

Arkayna is excited to see some friends from a nearby kingdom, and mentions that the other royal family, which includes a set of twins and their parents, didn't come to Gemina for quite a while. She leads Zarya to where they are meeting them, and Zarya meets the twins, Victor and Vivian. Queen Goodfey suggests that Zarya and Arkayna show them the mall while the parents talk about royal business.

While shopping, Victor and Vivian are trying to get Zarya to buy dresses and skirts, saying that now that she knows that she's a princess, she can forget about her life in the undercity and focus on being a good princess. Zarya storms off and Arkayna is about to follow, but when Victor comments on how rude Zarya was when they were just trying to help, Arkayna decides to let Zarya calm down and she will talk to her later.

Zarya sees the other Mysticons in Magi-Mall, and Sharise is surprised to see Zarya alone. Zarya rants about how Arkayna's friends are so rude, and Arkayna doesn't seem to see it. Piper compares it to the time when Zarya trusted the Pink Skulls initially, despite her and Arkayna's distrust. While Zarya initially says that it's different, she decides that she will talk to Arkayna about it later. Just then, they seem Kymraw and her orcs running from a store, and decide to investigate.

They follow Kymraw to the mall's basement, and notices that it doesn't appear to be used often. There is a locked door near the back of the basement, and when the Mysticons break the door down, they see a lab with a bunch of weapons the Mysticons have never seen before. Kymraw comes, and taunts the Mysticons. She presses a button on a remote, and the floor the Mysticons are standing on becomes a glue trap. Kymraw says that a new weapon she's working on is almost ready, and when it is, she'll test it on the Mysticons. Em realizes that Kymraw forgot to make sure they didn't have their bangle phones with them, and calls Arkayna.

Meanwhile, at the food court, Arkayna leaves to get some napkins, and leaves her phone behind. She doesn't hear her phone ringing, but when she comes back, she sees Vivian quickly talking on Arkayna's phone before quickly hanging up. When Arkayna confronts Vivian, she claims it was just a telemarketer, but Arkayna is suspicious and looks, seeing it was Em. Arkayna calls Em back, and when she hears what's going on, leaves despite Vivian and Victor trying to convince her that she doesn't need to be friends with commoners such as Piper and Em, and no one would know if Arkayna claims to simply not have noticed the call. As she's leaving, Arkayna mutters to herself that she can't believe she chose Vivian and Victor over Zarya.

Arkayna gets to the room in the basement just as Kymraw is about the fire the weapon against the Mysticons. She holds Kymraw off as the Mysticons manage to struggle to get out. Kymraw is defeated, but they don't manage to stop the orcs from running out with some of the weapons, and Kymraw says that they will be getting paid after all. The Mysticons hurry to stop the orcs.

They eventually find the orcs at the outside of the mall, and a fight ensues. They learn that the orcs were selling them to Larine, the creator of Necrafa's mask, who claims that her soldiers needed an upgrade to work well in the current times, and hired Kymraw and the orcs to build her design so she's not caught. A fight ensues, and Larine escapes.

Queen Goodfey comes to the mall, along with Victor, Vivian, and their parents. Queen Goodfey asks Arkayna why she ditched them at the mall, and Zarya explains about Kymraw and the orcs. Arkayna adds how rude Victor and Vivian were. Victor and Vivian's parents are shocked, and forces them to apologize, saying that a good ruler cares about everyone, not only those who are seem to fit in.

[rui-drawsbox]

Hi, it’s me again *blows up several buildings and kills eighty seven bystanders with my sheer aura*

I figured out more stuff for my gay little episode outlines, so anyways, here’s the outline for episode two of my horrifying little plot idea for your Magical Knight Arashi au:

K, so after the bullshit Arashi dealt with she deserves a break, too bad, anyways the sword turned into an aesthetic looking makeup brush when she detransformed. Me thinks, she deserves a transformation item.

Anyways she a student so it’s education time, and by that I mean school + drama

she and Mika talk again, it’s fairly normal, he’s still a weird little man pretending to be a tsundere but he does ask if she liked the bear charm he gave her, she fucking loves it btw cuz it’s adorable. (Little standoffish man ain’t used to interacting with normal people, living with Shu does that to you ig 😔)

Mika, being the self sabotaging king that he is, asks if she has anyone better to talk to. Arashi is of course like “no” but with a tone that clearly means to indicate “are you ok?” But Mika doesn’t get that. So Arashi talk about her friends to him. Izumi, Leo, and Ritsu <3 and then she invites him to eat lunch with them.

Mika declines :( (for good reason but we’ll get to that eventually, he does kind of want to go but he knows he can’t, and it’s a Shu thing btw, Shu wants him to blend in and making friends is kind of part of that, it’s just, another thing)

anyways we cut to the class where Leo is, Shu is introduced via a goofy yah funny way, like he’s the comedically stuck up classmate.

he and Izumi are fighting

Leo is trying to break up the verbal smack down but like, it ain’t really working, eventually once these bitches tire each other out or a teacher intervenes they’ll stop.

Leo tries to calm down and comfort Izumi with a hand on his shoulder but Izumi brushes him off

Leo also tries to invite him to lunch again and he tells Izumi that he, Arashi, and Ritsu all miss him at lunch

Izumi declines and says that he has to go before storming out of that classroom as soon as the bell rings

Leo complains to Arashi and Ritsu about Izumi at lunch.

After Leo is done venting his frustrations Arashi brings up the weird shit from the night before

She tries to show the photo she got of the mannequins? No, weird living dolls. On her phone, but all the photos are blurred out.

Ritsu is like “So, what are we supposed to see here?”

Arashi explains and shows them the gem mark + the makeup brush + the 87 photos she got of her new cat.

Leo and Ritsu believe her cuz like, they’re besties, and also, it’s Leo and Ritsu, they’ve dealt with weirder, Aliens + Rei Sakuma

anyways the besties decide that A. Arashi needs to do something fun to get her mind off things + B. They want to do something for Izumi cuz he’s been super stressed recently

So they go out together to look for something to buy him. Girlboss mall trip <<33

After browsing through a few shops they pick out a couple things for him, a nice shirt and some ink for that pretty glass pen he likes to use. (Leo picked out the second one)

They go to a little cafe with those cute colorful drinks in the mall for a snack. This is the usual hang out spot for a lot of the younger students, like the first years, especially if they like sweets.

Ritsu notices something is up.

there are gold strings creeping along the floor, and they seem to be going toward Arashi’s bag

Ritsu grabs her bag and stand from his chair.

Arashi and Leo are of course like “??????”

but they go along with what he’s doing, the strings start to follow him so he gets up and goes lmao, the three of them leave the table and their drinks behind. (At this establishment you pay at the counter so they’ve already paid for the drinks)

These bitches actually get chased by the strings until they end up in a deserted place (the fucking back alley outside the mall where people usually load stuff from trucks)

Arashi grabs the makeup brush out of her bag so she can transform to do something about the strings, maybe cut them?? She doesn’t really know

So the strings form these circles on the ground right? Cool. They open up little portals and the dolls materialize out of the strings (it kind of looks like they’ve been woven together like a tapestry)

Arashi is trying to transform but she cant figure out how to do it. So Leo starts beating the fuck out of the dolls like the feral street cat that he is.

he starts getting his ass kicked and when he’s about to get slammed into a wall Arashi figures it out and transforms

she deals with the dolls pretty easily and they unravel back into little piles of string

anyways things go on, these three besties go back to the house to play with the cat and also patch up Leo’s scratches.

also Tsukasa saw the whole fight, oops.

yeah he saw them leave the cafe in a panic and decided to follow just incase the kids from his school were in trouble and he legit saw the entire thing. Have fun dealing with this Arashi.

I’m having a lot of fun with this Lmao. I hope you enjoyed this <<33

thank you for the wonderful ideas Rui. I have so much more that I want to write about this Lmao. I’ll be back when I have time and another outline that I want to share <<33

*gets out of a timetravel machine* hello, misano from almost a week ago :)

i would drawn all of this before but 1. i had no idea how and 2. last week i was in my house only to sleep haha /sobs

now going to the central theme!

early series Mika got the same social skills as a 11 years old introverted otaku obsessed with yuno gasai frfr

Shu being unbearable for Izumi is so fking funny to me for no reason. I've always felt like when these two meet they would pull each other's hair idkwhy JDFAS

Izumi is so done with that school that he can't not-be an asshole :)

also i've been acting like i know how tf Arashi's cat looks like but i can't denie it anymorE i think is this cat from that card cuz is the only one i can find

I like to think that some moment out screen she went to the closest pet store and just bought half of the store for her new kitty

thanks to Ritsu for noticing those strings or our series would end up a lot earlier than planned 👏👏

also while they run away from the strings you can't tell they didn't hit at least ONE kid like

Ritsu: *hits a kid with the bag*

Leo: holy shi-

Arashi: SORRY CHILD SORRY MA'AM

also i fully want to think that Tsukasa followed them expecting something surreal, but like drugs or them just doing a joke video surreal, not *now i suppose that i live in a magic world where people can transform and bring out a sword out of nowhere in seconds, and also there's fucking living dolls* surreal

anywys, amazing work as always my dude c:! I can't wait for the next chapter!! <-already read it 5 days ag

ME DESAPAREZCO *throws a smoke bomb**trips and falls*

[unhonestlymirror]

"Eŭraradyjo" found a rare Belaruthian who managed to personally visit North Korea.

This turned out to be the ex-producer of "Liapis" Jaŭhen Kalmykoŭ. He was asked what is on the counters in North Korean stores and why the tour guide was crying while taking a group of foreign tourists.

- Here you are flying to Pyongyang. Where were you settled?

- All foreigners in Pyongyang live in the same hotel. The city is located on the banks of the Tedangan River, and on an island in the middle of this river is the arrow of the hotel. You can get to the island only through a long bridge. They tell you: yes, yes, you can go freely wherever you want! But as soon as you step onto this bridge, you immediately notice that "guides" are following you. And they are trying in every possible way to return you to the island.

We travelled a lot around the country, but everywhere we met tourists from our hotel. It became clear that we were all being led down the same paths, a performance was being played out in front of us. But I grew up in the soviet union, so I can recognize "Potemkin villages" stuff.

And there were several episodes from which I understood that we were being scammed. The first was in the subway.

In North Korea, all people are very thin and short - about 1.5 meters tall. That's why I, with my height - tall - was very noticeable there. You have to get on the subway train there quickly, and one woman, seeing me, fainted. And the little man standing next to her imperceptibly (but I noticed) gave her a fist under her breath. She didn't scream - she just bent down, got on the train, and went on. And I went out.

There was another similar episode. We were taken to football, the North Korean national team played with the Tajikistan national team. Foreigners sat on the VIP stand. One guy slowed down near the entrance after noticing the foreigners and was also punched in the breath by security.

Taking pictures? Your phone will be taken away upon arrival, you can take a camera but you can not photograph anything you like.

- You said that everyone there is thin. In the last few years, the media have constantly written about the famine in North Korea. What did they feed you? What is there on the shelves in stores?

- It's strange, but I've never seen such a store - a place where ordinary people hang out. Although I kept asking: where is everyone buying groceries? I was taken to a store that looks like a cross between VDNG and the soviet "Birch". Well, is it such a big shopping mall, where clearly not everyone is allowed.

Yes, there is nothing for people to do there - dishes, national costumes and gastronomy are sold there. And gastronomy is just such an exhibition at VDNG. For example, there are five large melons. I think - maybe I should buy a melon? I shook the melon and realized that it had been lying for six months, only one crust remained, and the inside was rotten for a long time.

I really wanted to buy the clothes they wear, something between a robe and a gray or khaki suit. I kept being told it wasn't a problem, but the topic was glossed over and I never saw where they were sold.

Sanatoriums where we stayed, restaurants where we ate - we met only military men there. This is a privileged class of society. In the book "Ideas of Juche," it is described that the military is the driving class of society, the driving force. Their task is protection and execution of the leader's orders.

- Do people want to get out of there?

- I think people are different. And if you want to get out, you need to see the world outside at first. Only the military elite can afford it.

I was in their pioneer camp. There at the entrance is a mosaic in the form of a world map. All the continents are drawn on it, and the countries are marked with contours. Only one country is marked in colour - North Korea. There is only one country on their globe.

But there are second and third layers, although it is difficult for a tourist to see them. Foreign cars drive there. I asked: where do these foreign cars come from on the roads? From Japan. And how so? Well, the military can get them. And they can get mobile phones, too. And the soldier has a son and a wife, they already know a little more about the world, they can go to China and see that not everything is clear-cut in North Korea.

However, most of them, if they even guess what is happening to them, hide it very deeply. But I am sure that the majority sincerely love their country and their leader. By the way, he is noticeably different from everyone else. He is the only fat person I have seen in North Korea.

Our group was accompanied by a very nice, very friendly tour guide. She knows russian perfectly. She is the only real local historian, not a committee member, who were mostly with us.

When I left, she was crying. I asked: why are you crying? She replied: I am sorry that you have never been able to love my country.

- How did she understand that?

- Oh, well, of course, from our cues. People from the creative environment gathered in the group. We held back, but still kept saying things like "Oh, can we stop bowing to the monuments?" There are three types of monuments: to leader Kim Ir Sung, his son Kim Jong Ir and his grandson, the current leader Kim Jong Un. When I was in North Korea, Kim Jong Ir was still in power there.

Somehow, we were taken to Kim Ir Sung's palace. It is similar to Lukashenko's, only more pompous. And the route is made in such a way that on the way to the cemetery, the whole atmosphere leads you to the point that you will have to bow down. I go thinking: no, no, I won't. But thousands of eyes are watching you. And you decide - oh fuck it, I'll bow down.

After that, I announced that I felt bad and could no longer go anywhere. I stayed at the hotel for a day - but I explored it all, saw how the service is organized there, and what shops there are on the territory. Our guide saw it and understood why. And when we quarrel, she also understood.

- They often say that there is no place to screw nuts in Belarus. Can Belarus be turned into the DPRK? Are there any other people there, and it is impossible to repeat this outside of North Korea?

- Of course, you can tighten the nuts. Because there is a prison. And the whole nation can live like that in a prison. This is easy to manage - with the help of hunger.

Yes, Belaruthians have a more characteristic position of "my house is on the edge", and North Koreans themselves strive for collectivization. But in some form, it can be repeated in Belarus. When you start communicating with them, you also see the human side.

And I just feel sorry for people, because they are no better and no worse than all other people. But they are placed in certain circumstances: they eat little, sleep little, in their lives there is a lot of physical work and a stupid ideology, which is not aimed at individual development, but at making you a cog in the system.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Lady-killer in the Midst of Good Fortune/Chapter 5

Rei: …Now then. It would be best if I get some material for the next recording, so I’ll be joining you for a short while, HiMERU-kun.

HiMERU: ...Sure?

Rei: Don’t you think it’ll make me a better host if I get to see HiMERU-kun’s good fortune?

If nothing happens, then nothing happens. If we spend a day together we might be able to get something good for the next episode.

HiMERU: —Fumu. A superb idea, one that HiMERU cannot refuse.

Kaoru: Sorry HiMERU-kun~. Rei-kun’s overbearing.

I think this guy has a secret ulterior motive because he doesn’t want keep experiencing bad luck.

Rei: Now, now, why would you say that? I don’t think to do things like that.

Kaoru: You very much do.

HiMERU: Fufu. Even more pushy… No, there’s someone in HiMERU’s unit who uses sly and aggressive tactics that he loathes.

Though, HiMERU isn’t interested in that.

Kaoru: Ah. right. Power of persuasion, hm?

HiMERU: Quite. HiMERU wonders what that person would do if they found out about HiMERU’s good fortune…

If they heard the rumours, HiMERU has no idea where they’d be dragged to.

So HiMERU can avoid a crisis, he will be heading into town. Feel free to tag along if you’d like.

Rei: Kukuku. Well if you insist, I’ll accompany you ♪

Kaoru: Uhuh. Since we’ve been hanging out already, I gotta see how this unfolds.

I won’t be annoying, so can I come with?

HiMERU: Sure. HiMERU won’t be much entertainment, but please do as you wish.

(—You’ve “gotta see how this unfolds.” HiMERU doesn’t know how lucky he is, nor does he believe he will receive any…)

(—What is this?)

(The moment HiMERU steps into the shopping mall… he thinks, what’s the noise coming from above him?, and it's streamers and confetti…)

(And you can even hear fanfare and party poppers from all directions.)

(What the hell did HiMERU do? Or rather, what the hell’s happening to HiMERU…?)

Rei: Oh my...what a passionate reception. This is my first time seeing something like this ♪

Kaoru: Me too me too. It’s crazy that five million people have visited here, right? ♪

Rei: Well, what’s more, it’s crazy that HiMERU-kun was the five millionth visitor.

HiMERU: …Uh, excuse me, are you the general manager of this mall?

You want to give HiMERU a bouquet and a momento? Ah, thank you…

Rei: Even if you’re not bewildered, you should give more of a uwaa ☆ reaction. Like, you’re the five millionth visitor?!

HiMERU: If HiMERU is honest, he’s more confused by the general public's applause and celebration. Isn’t HiMERU being obnoxious?

Kaoru: You can’t help but be the centre of attention in this sort of situation. Look, the general managers bringing you a memento.

HiMERU: (—HiMERU can’t ignore this all, so he’ll take the gifts and leave quickly.)

…(Takes the memento.)

—Thank you very much. HiMERU hopes this shopping mall flourishes.

He will be sure to visit again.

Rei: HiMERU-kun, what are you going to buy from this shop?

HiMERU: Socks. It’s been especially cold as of late, so HiMERU is preparing with two more pairs of winter clothing.

Kaoru: Ah, I like that brand too. It’s good that it has both a nice design and functionality ♪

HiMERU: Yes, HiMERU agrees.

—Ah, excuse me. HiMERU will pay electronically.

Rei: …Hm? What was that sound?

HiMERU: HiMERU’s phone. “Full refund! You’ve won big!”...?

Kaoru: Isn���t that the electronic payment campaign? It's pretty cool that you can win a full refund.

The most I’ve got back was 5%. Seems that today HiMERU-kun’s lucky after all, hm?

HiMERU: ...

Rei: …Umu. HiMERU-kun’s doing well for himself.

Unbelievable, he won the special prize after only a few goes.

HiMERU: …Sigh.

(Just why. Why do these weird things keep happening…?)

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[saltygilmores]

My Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 1, Episode 20 ("PS I Love You")

What happens in this episode: Rory's bizarre eating habits continue to entertain. Luke hates everything. Lane gets paired up on a science project with Dean, pity the poor thing. Lorelai plays with Luke's belt. Lorelai gives Rory a confusing speech. The people in Rory's orbit are sowing the seeds for her eventual failure in life. Lor and Max are back together, but having seen this show three times before, I know it's thankfully short lived. I call Lorelai "Lor" throughout this review and I sound like fucking Christopher when I call her that but I'm tired and these reviews usually take me 3-4 hours with no breaks. There is only one episode left in Season 1 and 6 more episodes until Jess shows up. Rory and Lorelai are playing a game at Luke's where they wait to observe the first three men to walk past the window, and pick their future husband. Lorelai must choose either the first or second man to pass by or get stuck with the third. The third man to walk past the window is Kirk. This scene was very cute and funny. Until it becomes Rory's turn and the first man to walk by is this toenail infection:

I know I pick on Jess' wardrobe, but there's also this fucknugget, who wears the same outfit every single day. Some poor cow sacrificed its life for that stupid leather jacket that probably smells. Max is back. I don't really hate him or anything. I could just...do without him. Sigh. Max calls Lor at the Inn where they make about a dozen jokes about not wearing pants. L&M have apparently been having "very successful phone calls for the last few weeks" and now they are going back to dating.

Lane drops a bag of nasty Salt & Vinegar Lay's potato chips on Rory's head in a way that really made me chuckle, if I wasn't a lazy piece of shit and I thought that more than 2 people were reading these things, maybe I'd make a gif. Rory is again indulging her gross Lay's potato chip fetish, and it was bad enough when it was plain Lay's, but now she's really crossed over to the dark side and is eating Salt and Vinegar Lay's. Is each episode going to feature Rory doing something truly bizarre with food? The last three episodes have seen her take a can of sprinkle cheese into her bedroom, eat a plain slice of French toast as an on the go snack, and now she's back to eating her nasty chips. Once I notice a pattern more than twice, I start keeping track. I just want to let it be known that I think Lane is very funny, intelligent, a good friend, and an all around cool person and I rarely have any issues with her. I think we can all agree that she deserved better. Lane: What are you doing tonight? Rory: Homework, homework, and more homework (hey, I thought you just said you had a job). You? Lane: "Going to meet my science partner." Dun dun dun. Rory is again boycotting Doose's and making Lane do her shopping because she might run into Dean. If these boycotts to the two main purveyors of food in town went on long enough, would Ror & Lor eventually starve to death? Can't they go anywhere else? There's obviously a Walmart somewhere nearby.

Luke Danes, ever a devil with the ladies, is shopping for Rachel's birthday and picks out a kittycat pot holder that meows. I like cats, but if that potholder was a dog that barked, I'd marry him. I can't stop staring at those flowers Lor is holding, they are so pretty. Luke is off on a rant about birthdays, which turns into a rant about malls. And since this is one of my favorite Luke Rants of all time. I am going to transcribe it word for word. "I don't know how to buy gifts,okay? I don't like buying gifts. I don't like getting gifts. This whole gift giving/getting process is completely insane. Suddenly on a certain day, the level of my affection for a person isn't measured by the way that I treat them or what we share. Just because I didn't buy her furry slippers or a giant shoe tree, all of a sudden I suck. No malls! I hate malls! They underpay employees and sell overpriced merchandise! They contribute to urban sprawl! They encourage materialism! The parking's a horror! You drive in, you pay a buck to park and even if you're only there for 5 minutes...." And Lor fucking cuts him off and offers to shop for him. I wanted to hear him keep going, damn it! Luke is right to be concerned. If this were my gritty Gilmore Girls Reboot (working title either The Hollow or Gritty Gilmores) Luke's Diner would have either been turned into a Starbucks within a couple of years, or went out of business and crumbled because small town economies are fragile and their local government is corrupt. Luke, handing Lor his credit card: Nothing too out there. She likes simple. Clean. Nature. Elephants and candles. Can you find her a candle shaped like an elephant? Dean shows up at the Kim residence, walks in the door without knocking or ringing the bell (okay, fine, it's a shop so I guess I'll allow it) and Mrs Kim pops out of nowhere where she begins furiously interrogating him about his motives, causing Dean to spout "Geez!" This episode is so freaking funny! Lane was paired with Dean for her science project together (poor Lane) on "mold, spores and fungus" so I guess Dean will be the test subject. Mrs. Kim is none too happy and rightfully suspicious of Dean being in her home.

If only more people would say this to him. You go, Mrs. Kim! Lane: I invited him over to work on our science project. Mrs. Kim:

Can't stop laughing. Does anyone besides me think way too much about the lives of Lane, Dean, Jess, Shane, and Lindsay as they all attend school together? What is that like? Does this drama (which lets face it, for all 5 people concerned, is centered around Rory) ever continue at school or does it conveniently wait until the last bell rings? There can't be many students at that school so how often do they run into each other or have classes together? Do Dean and Jess have gym class together, where they throw dodgeballs at each other (or does Jess just make excuses and go smoke under the bleachers)? Where does everyone sit in the cafeteria? Were there specially trained counselors on hand at school after Jess murdered Shane? In my unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, this would be thoroughly explored.

I see all too, if by "see all" you mean I notice stupid shit like this:

What is "Finger white cake" and why has it been marked down in price not once but twice? Now a real bargain at..38 cents? Come on in to Luke's and get your Clearance Finger White Cake. Dean: I'm sure once your mom gets to know me she'll like me. Lane: No, she'll hate you forever, it's nothing personal. Dean to Lane: Is this weird for you? Yes, this feels very weird. Oh, you were talking to Lane.

Yes, going 5 minutes without hearing about Rory would be very refreshing, thank you.

A stopped watch is still correct twice a day, and sometimes Dean Forrester has an intelligent idea. Rory found out Dean was at Lane's house and is having a snit-fit.

This is how I look while listening to Max as well. Paris: I'm just making an observation. Rory: Great, we'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head. SUCH A FUNNY EPISODE! Max and Rory are alone in a classroom, a foot apart, where he's telling her that he's concerned about her after her breakup with Dean, which Lorelai told him about without Rory's knowledge. This feels reeeaaaally super duper inappropriate. Rory also wasn't aware that Lorelai and Max were even talking anymore. This scene made me uncomfortable.

Speaking of uncomfortable, but as in uncomfortable clothes... This scene is one of my favorites in the series. This episode is great (until it's not anymore).

Guess who just walked in to see this? Starts with an R ends with an Achel. She is none too pleased to find out that Lorelai has not only been shopping for her man but that also she's fiddling with her man's belt.

I just like this shot of Lane and her two cups, looking deep in thought. Rory has a tiff with Lorelai over the Dean Breakup/Max Reunion sitch and so she runs away to her grandparents' home without telling Lorelai. Max comes by the Ror & Lor residence, where Lorelai gets a call from Emily that Rory is at her house. He sees that Lor is emotional, vulnerable, and crying again. So he's either going to propose to her or try to sleep with her. Those are the only two options.

This dark blue/denim shirt with the rolled up sleeves, blue hat, and wristwatch looks sooo hot on Luke! Why would you ever try to change him Lor? (I'm a huge rolled-up-sleeves & watches slut so this look really speaks to my lower half) Lorelai and Luke are both discussing how much they hate Dean but I only believe one of them really means it. Yeah, sure Lorelai, you want to key Dean's car. Whatever you say. Luke to Lorelai: "Coffee's on the house today." It's always on the house because Lorelai never pays for her coffee anyway.

Hey, quit staring, his eyes are up top, Lor! Honestly. Perving is so sinful. The old one broke? Did Rachel tear it off in a fit of passion? Nah she never would she's boring as fuck.

Tomatos Sign Spotting? No. Aww, Lorelai's going to visit her boyfriend.

No you don't Lor. I think what you meant to say was "Let's make out in the employee break room." "You are going to be hard pressed to find another girl as fantastic as Rory." #JusticeForLindsay She is SO not convincing when we're supposed to believe she hates Dean. The DALA (Dean & Lorelai Affair) is just getting started. Dean is being a bratty little shit to Lorelai and raising his voice at her, but it's okay, he's not Jess. Dean tells his future wife Lorelai that he said I love you to Rory and all she did was sit there and he doesn't understand why that makes him a jerk. Oh I don't know, I think you may be leaving just a LITTLE bit of detail out here. Just a teeny weensy amount. Just a smidge.

Justin Timberlake's creepy smile is making this scene all the more bothersome. What was a terrific and funny episode until now is going to crash in the last 5 minutes as it so often does on this show. As we hear one of the most confusing Lor-To-Ror advice speeches ever. In my humble opinion that no one cares about. Lorelai tells Rory that she talked to Dean, and I'm starting to feel really sad for Rory. Does she have any fucking autonomy at all? Lor is off telling Max all about her daughter's very personal business and butting in by talking to Dean, without asking Rory if it was okay first in EITHER situation. Rory looks defeated and even remarked earlier in the episode that she was tired of people trying to coddle her and protect her. Now, let's make this worse! Lor: "He said I Love you and you didn't say it back? That must have been rough on him." Um, FOCUS, Lorelai! Your daughter! Who the everliving fuck cares what your daughter's shitty boyfriend feels? Only you do because you want to fuck him. Lor: "I haven't thought enough about what I'm supposed to be teaching you." Oooh boy. This can't be good. I would expect a mother to say first and foremost, "It's okay to wait to say it until you're ready and not under pressure." and that only comes much later (sort of). My other issue is that Lor only learned a few scant details of what happened minutes earlier from Dean, who left a TON of things out (and you can totally believe everything he says), and Rory never went into any detail about why she couldn't say it (although Lorelai did ask her many times and Rory kept refusing, to her credit), so Lorelai decides she'll just fill in the blanks and guess what happened and launches her speech from there. I think the point of this weird speech is that she presumes Rory is afraid of commitment and can't express her feelings. Maybe this would sound better if she knew what Rory was feeling in the first place, instead of basing her shitty advice on a 2 minute interaction with Dean at a grocery store. I'm sure there have been a dozen interpretations of this speech but personally I thought it was strange and Lorelai just wants Dean and Rory back together so he'll be back in her home where she can fuck him.

"It has to be right and real and has to take a lot of thought. I want you to be ready when it happens." Well, at least she said it, but she's sending mixed messages. Is it "put a lot of thought into it" or "just go for it"? Blah. It wasn't as bad as I remembered, and I'm willing to give Lorelai credit for the fact that she did try to talk to Rory several times and Rory wasn't at all forthcoming about what happened, I guess. I know it's trendy to hate on Rory but fuck, Lorelai sucks. Goodnight.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3047

today i got my hand looked at and i was given the all clear :) i no longer have to immobilize my hand, even though it's still healing. there was a pretty decent crack in it still when we looked at the x-rays. which, yknow, rip me.

but the good news is i probably won't need physical therapy for it because most people regain their strength and dexterity on their own. so i'm hoping for that. if not, i have a follow-up in january scheduled to check on progress. eh.

but anyway, it means i'm back to work tomorrow! i was sent on an adventure this evening in search of ice cream, and it was so nice to drive again, to be alone again. i'm so excited for tomorrow.

i also wanna go to the mall at some point bc gifts and also leggings. mine are getting stretched at the seams a little too much.

also my phone's popsocket broke last night when my phone dropped off the window sill. i found out this morning and went ":c" and that was it. no "shit, how am i gonna pay for this" or "it's okay, it's okay i can go a while without it" or anything. just "oh, sad :( but that's okay, i can afford to buy a new one to replace it." it's nice to have a few dollars in the bank.

it's also nice that like 90% of my christmas shopping is done. the other 10% is mall stuff.

also i couldn't find my wallet this morning. i forgot that i'd taken it out on friday when joel and i went out with friends, but i never took it out of the bag i used, but i couldn't find the bag. i'd remembered seeing my mcc jacket on a laundry basket though, so i thought maybe it was in there. but i didn't think of that until mom and i were driving away to my appointment this morning. when we stopped back after we ran a few errands, i went back inside to find it and it was exactly where i thought it would be. which was nice. and helpful.

but honestly out of all the things that happened today (including going to a candy and cake making supply shop where i found a bigfoot cookie cutter and was given bigfoot themed hot cocoa mix), my favorite part is that i can drive again. even the new episode of oak island couldn't beat that. the bigfoot stuff was a close second. and i got to pick sprinkles and cake decorations for cupcakes for the family party next weekend, which is also when i graduate. so that's fun. which reminds me i have to check with my supervisor about a few things. and i need help from the career advisement center to write a résumé without a lot of relevant work experience.

lots of say today i guess, but im a happy camper! i can drive and i can write (kind of) and i can type and i can go to work and i can be alone wherever and i can sleep without a fucking box on my hand and i won't knock things over nearly half as much as i have in the last month. it's been disastrous.

also speaking of knocking things over i managed to get blamed by both of my parents within the last month for them tripping because they didn't look at the floor. like what, am i supposed to be your floor monitor? dude. not my responsibility. you literally have always told me to always watch where i go. always. where is that awareness now? being old doesn't excuse you from common sense, guys. use your eyeballs from ten feet away. a pair of shoes is not tile colored or rug textured. a blanket is not rug colored or floor textured. please. just look, guys.

because fuuuuuuck that. what are you supposed to do when i'm not there? who will you blame then? me still, because i'm not there?? please.

anyway, im tired and i need to get up early tomorrow to actually go get shit done. 💪💪💪💪💪💪

[venus-pjo]

Where the rain doesn't fall

The rain lashed down on the queen of the gods as she walked through Olympus in the dark. Hera had only felt like this once before. She was to leave Olympus, without Zeus and her kids.

She stumbled out into the Mortal world, she looked around to make sure no one had noticed her sudden appearance, then procedded onwards. She flicked through houses for sale on her phone, then called up an agent about a Tudor-Style cottage she had her eye on. Within moments she was inside it. She didn't feel like doing anything, so she swiped her hand through the air so it was furnished accordingly and nicely. Her exhaustion got the better of her, and she was asleep before she hit the pillow.

Hera was going to have an Office Job in the building in front of her. She thought it would be the perfect place to begin. She was quickly shown around by a woman named Jane. Then Hera was led to her own office. It was in the left side of the humongous building. With pannelled windows going half way around. The whether had been terrible since she left Olympus, so she didn't have any point in looking out now. But over time, Zeus would go of with someone else. 'Okay, you work from ten, to six, on a Monday to Friday' Jane explained as they walked to the lunch area. It was only Saturday, but why not get shown around before you properly start.

She said goodbye to Jane at the door. Hera then decided to go clothes shopping, in the hopes of not having to wear the same thing everyday. As she walked, a storm rumbled in the sky above her. She soon arrived at the Mall. She passed shops full of tie-dye and books. But she went straight to the mens section. She didn't really know why, she just felt an urge. As she inspected a crisp white shirt, considering buying it for Ares, a man walked up to her. 'Hi! Umm, I saw you at work earlier? Its me, Teddy, the one who was sorting the papers when you and Jane came in?' He said it all qyite quickly. Hera turned to him. He was quite scrawny, and his hair was sort of a light brown. 'Ahh yes, I remember you now, Teddy Zevari? Is it? I'm Hera!' She smiled at him. There conversation contuined through that.

Two months had passed and no one on Olympus, except heras children themselves, had been able to visit her, talk to her, etc. Zeus was frustrated. He had tried to get Ares to tell him the truth, which only made Ares more keen to stay quiet.

Hera frantically cleaned her cottage, forgetting that she had powers. Damn her for not bothering to do any of it in the past two months. She had fixed it the best she could by the time the doorbell rang. Teddy stood outside, Nervously playing with his sleeve. Hera opened the door quickly. 'Come on in!' She smiled. He smiled back at her as he stepped inside. They watched a few episodes of the good place, then Teddy made hot chocolate, after that they waddled out into the snow. Teddy smiled as Hera attempted to build a snowman on her own. He managed to snap a picture.

By the time night fell, both Hera and Teddy were freezing. They shivered as they waited on one another showered and changed. They collapsed onto Heras bed together. Afted a few moments of silence. Teddy leaned forward. 'Wha-?' Hera never got to finish her sentence, as Teddy kissed her at that moment. She melted into the kiss pretty quickly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she realized that she truly loved Teddy more then she'd ever loved Zeus. They pulled apart, breathless. Hera began to laugh. While Teddy started to smile. Thats where the romance started, and it was to continue.

Zeus paced his office in Olympus. Heras children all stood side by side across from him. 'Where is that damn woman!' He snarled. No one replied. Suddenly, all seven people, heard a loud buzzing nose. Zeus' eyes widened in fury, the sound, was an alarm ment to keep Hera from cheating. 'No….Ares fetch her.' He said in a flat voice. Ares turned to obey, but then seemed to remember something, and turned back to his father. 'No.' He mumbled. 'What was that?' Zeus stared in pure shock. 'No, I will not disobey my mother' Ares stated, looking up into Zeus' electric eyes. Lightening crackled in the air around the father and son. Then, Zeus electroucuted him. Ilyia, Enyo, Eiletheylia and Hebe gasped in horror as Ares fell limp before them. Hades ran in, he snatched the girls, and Hephaustus' arm, and fled from the room. All six of them stared in shock, as Zeus' whole office burst into white-hot flames. The children of Hera would've died if i weren't for their uncle. But then, they remembered the horrific scene of Ares when he fell unconsicous. He was still in there. Just as they thought both Ares and Zeus had died, an eagle flew from the flames. The same electric eyes glared at them as it flew away.

'Hera! There you are! Damn girl, you trynna impress someone?'. Hera turned to see her best friends, Jane and Heather appear beside her. 'I guess you could see that, its Teddy Zaveri from prints i'm going out with,' She laughed. 'No fricking way' Heathers eyes widened. 'Dude, that guys a nerd- and a hot one at that!!!' Jane laughed. 'I know, I know, but hes sweet too, and charming-' Hera was cut of by Teddy appearing before her. He held out a bouqet of roses, the mix of red and pink petals seemed to glitter in the sunlight. 'Thanks dear' Hera smiled. Teddy blushed and held put his arm as if they were about to dance. Hera interlaced her arm with his, and the couple walked away to Teddys car. The last thing Jane and Heather saw, was Hera resting her head on Teddys shoulder as they walked.

Things on Olympus were getting worse. Since no one could get into the office because of the flames. It seemed that they were impossible to put out. Ares' sisters and friends were worried sick. Aphrodite wasn't told about the incident.

Everything in Heras new life was great. She had an amazing boyfriend, great friends, a good job, nice people who she worked with, and a cute tudor-style cottage. Problem was, the whethar had changed, it looked as if it could strike at any second, just when you forget about it, it will strike.

It was the twenty-sixth of October. Hera and Teddy were planning a fancy dinner for Hera to meet Teddys kids from his previous marriage. Two girls, called Laura and Genevieve. His wife had died from lung cancer at the young age of twenty-three. But now the girls would have a new mother. 'Can't wait to meet the dears!' Hera smiled in excitement. Teddy grinned madly. 'They're gonna love you' 'You sure?' 'Definitely'.

The next day they were all sat at Teddys kitchen table. Genevieve warmed up to Hera pretty quickly, While Laura hated her. 'Hi laura, i heard you like books, specifically the Six of crows duolagy, so I bought you the second book, as Teddy told me you didn't have it' Hera smiled as she handed the book over. 'Hmm. Getting us things to go do other things so you can get close to dad? No way.' Laura slammed the book down on the table. Teddy gasped and gave a disapointed look to his daughter. 'Hera, i'm so sorry, i promise you she isn't usually like thi-' He was cut of by Hera standing up from the table. 'Its okay, i'll just leave' She said and walked out of the house into the lashing rain. It was just like when she left Olympus. 'Yeah! Leave the city! No one wants you here!' Laura jeered. Teddy gave her a stern look. While he scolded her, Hera was getting further and further away. 'Dad! Heras leaving! Seemingly for good!' Genevieve screamed. 'Vivi! What are you doing?!' Laura screamed back at her sister angrily. Teddy ran from the house. 'Hera!' He yelled as he watched her reach the crossroads. Suddenly, a burst of adrenaline seemed to pour into his body, and he bolted to her. He turned her around to face him. She stumbled back a little. 'Wha-' She was cut of by him kissing her. She kissed him back. 'Hera, please, Laura will come around soon' He said softly. 'Ugh, fine, I'll stay' She said with a roll pf her eyes. Yet she was smiling. He kissed her again, and this time, they held it. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless. They stepped away from eachother, just for a second, when tragedy hit. A burst of lightening dived from out of the rain, striking Teddy in the head. The last thing he heard, was Hera screaming curses at someone called….Zeus?

Ares woke up surrounded by white-hot flames. He recalled what happened, and why he was there. He tried to stand up, But agony flashed through his head, causing him to collapse back onto the ground, and it only hurt more against the rocky smithereens of stone from when the room had exploded. He instinctively shape-shifted into a black dog. More specifically a sausage dog. He rolled over onto his side, whimpering at the   pain. He reached out his paw, wishing Aphrodite, his mother or even enyo was here to rescue him. He slipped unconsicous again, as he waited for his savior.

Hera sat beside Teddy's hospital bed. She felt miserable. Zeus watched them through the window, in the form of an eagle. He found it rather intruging, and Hilarious. He had seemingly forgotten about Ares.

The other Olympians however, had not. Athena, Hephaustus and Artemis seemed merely uncomfortable by Ares disapearance. Apollo and Hermes still hadn't noticed, while Aphrodite, Dionysus and Hestia were worried sick for him. Demeter and Poseidon believed him to be dead. What they didn't know, was that things were about to get a whole lot worse….

Eight months past, and Teddy had finally woken up. He had a long scar from his neck to his hip now, but that was alright. He asked Hera to marry him on the spot. Of course she said yes. Zeus watched it with a fierce glare. He then flew to the mountain he had been raised on. 'Mother, I beg of you, please, aid me in my misson to destroy Teddy Zaveri' He stated. A green image of a woman appeared before him. 'Zeus, my dearest son, what you are asking for is too much, you are taking whats yours for granted' Rhea said gently, attempting to calm him. 'Please elaborate' His electric blue eyes stared into her green ones. 'Zeus, by killing Zaveri, you will anger Hera, she will gather the Olympians, the other gods, her children, her priestesses, etc. You will fail, and you will fall from the throne' Rhea explained. 'You are of no help' He snarled. And with a simple slash, the image of his mother shattered to bits.

Teddy grinned as he noticed the date on his calender. His wedding was tomarow. He heard a knock on the door and went to open it. An old man stood shaking outside. 'Why hello there young man! Does my wee Hera live here? I'm her granda!' The old man smiled as he shook Teddys hand. 'Err, no? But she will be here soon, i'm sure she would love to see yo! I'm her fiance, Teddy Zaveri'. 'I'm….uhh…Triacle tartington!' He smiled again. Teddy nodded, biting his lip in confusion. 'Would you like an apple?' Triacle gave a toothless grin. 'Sure, i'm quite hungry' Triacle passed him one. Teddy took a bite out of just as Triacle started talking about Snow white and Grimhilde. A knock on the door sends Triacle in a panicked flurry. 'Well I must be on my way! Send Hera my way at some point!'. When Teddy and Hera came into the room, Triacle was nowhere in sight.

Around midnight, Teddy started feeling very sick. He ran to the bathroom as he poured out half his stomach, (hypothetically). As he lay clinging to the toilet, with Laura and Genevieve in their rooms, Zeus appeared before him. 'You shall pay, for deeds of the future' and with that, Teddy fell unconsious.

Ares stumbled past the rubble and piles of dust. He was still in the form of a sausage dog, for some odd reason. He finally made it out. But something felt off about it. As if he was being watches. He looked around, but before he could do anything else, he was snatched and thrown into a bin bag. He tried to scream, but all that came out was an exagerated bark.

[shop-korea]

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FOOD - STAMPS - PRIVILEGES - U - 

GET - SAFELINK - WIRELESS WITH - 

TRACFONE - BUT - U - MUST - BUY - 

THE - MOBILE - OR - SMARTPHONE - 

WHY - BECAUSE - THEY - FLOODED - 

THE - FREE - ONES - COULDN’T YES - 

MAKE - CALLS - SO - LONG THE ADS - 

AND - CUTS - OFF - CALLS - SO VERY - 

DANGEROUS - BUYING - YOUR - OWN - 

BACK - 2 - FREE - CALLS - TEXT - AND - 

DATA - BUT - LOW - MBPS - 24/7 - AND - 

HOLIDAYS - BECAUSE - OTHERWISE - 

BIBLE - ‘RICH - RULE - OVER - THE - 

POOR’ - AND - FRANCE BEHEADED - 

THEIR - ARISTOCRACY -  BUT FELT - 

ETIQUETTE - MANNERS - STILL - IS - 

VITAL - BUT - THEIRS - ARE WORST - 

BINDING - NOT - VERY - SMART - 4 - 

‘RICH - RULE - OVER - THE - POOR’ - 

ONLY - ONES - EDUCATED AND WHAT - 

GOD - SAID - 2 - OBTAIN - 

‘MONEY ANSWERS - ALL’ - 

ICING - TOP - WITH - YES - 

BIBLE - ‘LOVE - NEVER - FAILS’ -

SO THIS MORNING - AT - GOV’T - CENTER - 

UP & DOWN - GOING - UP - EASY - I - HAD - 

2 - USE - RESTROOM - AGAIN - 4 - I - WAS - 

PREPARING - 4 - CHANGE - AS - FASTER - 

INTERMITTENT - (12P - 6P) - SCHEDULE - 

18 HRS - FASTING - EATING - ONCE/DAY - 

THEIR VERY - BEST - OR - THROUGHOUT - 

WHEN - U - EAT - NOT - WHAT - U - EAT 2 - 

OR - NO - EATING - EVEN - BETTER - 

REMOVES - TOXINS - POISONING & - 

MORE - OF - WHAT - U - HAVE EATEN - 

WEAKNESS - U - BECOME - LIGHTER - 

HAPPIER - WORRY - FREE - IS - WHAT - 

HAPPENS - NOT - PAIN - SO - U - GET - 

FORGETFULNESS

ITS - MAJOR - WEAKNESS

THUS - HUGE ESCALATOR - GOING - 

UP - BETTER - FR - METROMOVER - 

FREE - TRAINS - BUT - INSIDE YES - 

FURTHER - AWAY - MON - FRIDAY - 

OPEN - GOING - DOWN - I WASN’T - 

STEADY - SOLUTION - 

STEP - FIRST - WHILE - BRINGING - 

UP - SMALLEST - LUGGAGE - WITH - 

WHEELS - MY - WALMART - LIGHT - 

BLUE - THEN - MY - L HAND - THE - 

CALVIN KLEIN - DUFFLE - BAG - & -

WHEELS - SO - STEP - FIRST - WHILE - 

REMAINING - ABOVE - 2 - BRING 2 THE - 

STEP - IN FRONT - OF - WHERE - YOU - 

ARE - STANDING - ONLY - WAY - 2 - DO - 

OR - U - FALL - FORWARD - WITH THE - 

175 LBS - LUGGAGE - 2 - OF - THEM & - 

ROSS - DRESS - 4 - LESS - $0.99 - YES - 

WATER - RESISTANT - PRETTY - BAGS - 

SO - MY - LIGHT - BLUE - WALMART - 

CARRY - ON - LUGGAGE FELL WITH - 

WHEELS - SO - I - USED - RIGHT XO - 

FOOT - 2 - KEEP - IT - FALLEN - BUT - 

NOT - FALLING - JUST - THERE WELL - 

PRETTY - HISPANIC - MARCO - BOY - 

SAW - THAT - WENT - 2 - HIS - LEFT - 

AND - BROUGHT - HANDLE - UP - AS - 

I - SAW - THAT - TOOK - HANDLE - AS - 

I - SAID - ‘MUCHAS - GRACIAS’ - 

‘THANK YOU - VERY - MUCH 2 - 

‘SENORITO’ - A - SQUIGGLE - ABOVE - 

N - ( ENYE ) - ‘YOUNG - MAN’ - TRUE - 

‘BUENOS - DIAS’ - A - LOVELY GOOD - 

MORNING 2 U - ‘GRACIAS’ - THANKS - 

WHAT - HAPPENED - THIS - AM - AT - 

GOV’T - CENTER - CHANGING - YES - 

GLASS - SO - LARGER ESCALATORS - 

OUTSIDE - CLOSED - UNTIL - 30 MAY - 

TUESDAY - AFTER - MEMORIAL - DAY - 

29 MAY 2023 - MONDAY - SO - GOD IS - 

GOOD - AND - KEPT - MY - FEET - ON - 

SOLID - GROUND - SUREFOOTED XO - 

LIKE - DEER - WHEN - WE - DON’T - 

HAVE - A - CHOICE - BUT - 2 - HAVE - 

A - GREAT - GOD - BUT - ALSO OUR - 

HEAVENLY - FATHER - LIKE - DISNEY - 

‘HERCULES’ - HIS - DAD - IS - ZEUS - 

THE HIGHEST - GOD - AND - HOW - 

HE - TALKS - 2 - HIM - JUST - LIKE - 

THAT - EATING - DRINKING - FIRST - 

B 4 - LEAVING - 4 - BOX - VAULT - 

SAME - ZIP CODE - 33130 - YES - 

LIFE - IN - MIAMI - SPANISH - SPEAKING - 

FLORIDA - CITY - I - APPROVE - SPANISH - 

MY - ROOTS - ALSO - WARD - OF - THE -

KING - AND - QUEEN - OF - SPAIN - FOR - 

MY - ROOTS - MADRID - THEIR CAPITAL - 

MY - NAME - AT - LEAST NAME CHANGE - 

BECAUSE - I - SPOKE - PORTUGUESE - 

ON - PURPOSE - THEY - CALLED - ME - 

‘PETUNIA’

MY - NAME - WITH - THE - KING - OF - 

SPAIN - PLAYED - CLASSICAL PIANO - 

WHO - AUTOGRAPHED - MY - P 5

EMILIO AGUINALDO 

1ST - AND - YOUNGEST PRESIDENT - 

OF - PHILIPPINES

THAT - MONEY - DISCONTINUED AS - 

RIZAL - CITY - WHERE - MAKATI WAS - 

CANCELLED - EXECUTED - 

DR JOSE RIZAL

BIBLE - ‘HOUSE - DIVIDED - AGAINST - 

ITSELF - WILL - NOT - STAND’

TODAY - THEIR - ADDRESSES

4 - KIDS - 2 - WRITE - WITH - HAND(s) - 

CAPITAL - MANILA

175 DEGREES - VOLCANIC - MOISTURE 

STRONG - HOT - SUN - ON - HEAD - AND

I - WAS - ALWAYS - WET 

FACE - NECK - BACK - LEGS - ARMS YES

ADDRESS - 

MANILA - METRO MANILA - XXXX

PHILIPPINES

EXAMPLE - 

1853 STA RITA ST      (SANTA RITA)

MAKATI - METRO MANILA - XXXX

PHILIPPINES

GLAD - COMPUTERS - SMARTPHONES

LAPTOPS - TABLETS - AND - MORE YES

WELL - EATING - SOON - MAIN LIBRARY

DISNEY+ - STREAMING - EPISODES

‘INTERTWINED’ - DUBBED FR SPANISH

MUSICAL - ‘ON - STAGE’ - IN - SPANISH

‘FREAKY - FRIDAY’ - 3RD - REMAKE

ENJOY - HAVE - FUN - PRAY - 4 ME

[jacquirebriggs]

Merry Christmas everybody and happy holidays. Today, I present you six doodles/drawings of my husband, D and I while we are on a mall trip! This was for a photography project back when I decided to take photography classes. I got a high grade from that LOL.

1. Me showing D a pet axolotl (in reality: it’s a stuffed animal) and D was actually shy on petting it. 2. D gets attached to a mobile game demo, Fruit Ninja while I warn him to try not to get too addicted. 3. We wore sunglasses. 4. D initiates a battle with a dragon that's... on a wallpaper. I tried to stop him and we got in trouble... 5. I got a new phone case to replace the old dirty, broken one. (In reality, I didn't like that kind of phone case, oof.) 6. Just wondering if I should buy the Kirby hoodie. Includes cameos of Miraidon and Kirby in merch. I will try to finish an episode of that Mortal Kombat Powerpoint series I usually forgot about working and draw a few more pics before abandoning more social media for good... Speaking of D: I could huddle next to him RIGHT NOW. It’s really freezing in where I live!

The photos I’ve based them on: https://imgur.com/a/qGCzHlD

[walks-the-ages]

For the ~Halloween Season~ Here's some Quantum Leap horror/angst/supernatural prompts for you because "Blood Moon" has inspired me:

1) Sam Leaps in, only to discover he's been buried alive, and now has to escape or find some way to draw attention for people to rescue him before hlits too late

2) Sam Leaps in moments before he gets shot/stabbed/some other major wound which he's now gotta try to deal with using MagGyvered first aid supplies and his swiss cheesed medical memories while evading his attacker in a forest in the middle of no where (Shia Labeouf)

3) Sam Leaps in as his plane is going down in the middle of the Atlantic, and has to find a way to survive when he's washed up on an island-- a way to survive that.........doesn't involve eating toothpaste like an idiot who did zero research before writing that episode because Sam is a doctor and would know better :/

(Also known as: how to avoid heat stroke, sun poisoning, dehydration, etc while stranded in the middle of the ocean, aka Sam Beckett actually communicates real, applicable ways to increase your chances of survival in an emergency situation instead of giving himself fluoride toxicity and an upset stomach)

4) Sam Leaps in to discover he's in the driver's seat of a car.... Which is currently upside down with a shattered windshield in the lane for oncoming traffic. Oh, and did I mention he's got a head wound?

5) Sam Leaps in as he's being tossed in a river to sleep with the fishes, while wearing his brand spankin' new concrete shoes! C'mon, all he did was interrupt a wedding, apparently!

6) Sam Leaps into a lab animal... Can he stop the zombie apocalypse from starting?

7) Sam Leaps into a shapeshifter, and has to try to keep his disguised appearance (and emotions) under control while surrounded on all sides by enemies who think he is one of them...

8) Sam Leaps in as a vampire.... Stuck in town, in broad daylight, on the longest day of the year ! Can he avoid the sun (and spaghetti and garlic bread day at the cafeteria) while preventing a business tycoon from buying out the neighborhood to build a mini mall?

9) Sam Leaps into.... A ghost! Can he solve his own murder and prevent the next one while being even more unheard and unseeable than Al, using only the most basic poltergeist abilities at his disposal? Because not even Al can see or hear him!

(Good candidate for an Al-centric mystery fic as he's searching for Sam and being terrorized by ghosts! "Shut up, Gooshie, ghosts are *totally* real!")

10) Sam Leaps into a random guy in suburbia and tries to go about his day as he thinks it would go normally, only to receive a frantic phone call, demanding to know where he is and why he's not locked up at the cabin already with the others, right as the full moon begins to rise...

[quixotic-writer]

Sugar Daddy

request: anon

summary: When you first met Q, you had virtually no clue who he was. After a few more pricey dates, he revealed his occupation. Showering you with gifts was his love language, you weren’t about to complain!

warning: smut ahead!

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The alarm on my phone goes off as it vibrates on my bedside table. My face was mushed into the pillow that my head was resting on, I started coming to and realizing that if I hit snooze once, it would start a cycle until noon and I would be even grumpier and sluggish. I take a deep breath in and grab my phone to turn the alarm off. As I rub my eyes and sit up, I see a text notification and my heart immediately kickstarts. It was from Bri.

B Bear: Hey baby <3 Got work today?

I smile from ear to ear as I see the message. We had been dating for a while now and I was hopelessly in love with him. He was honestly perfect to me in every way. He had a sweet and loving personality, he was super funny and always had this way of making me laugh, he was geeky in the cutest way and loved showing me all his collectibles and telling me all about them, and he was protective and super caring.

The way he shows his love to me is what melts my heart the most. His protective nature got the best of him at a bar we went to together and he ended up throwing his drink in the face of a guy that wouldn’t leave me alone. We got escorted out of the bar and he kept saying sorry that he wasn’t there sooner. Any day I'm sad or in a bit of a mood, he always goes out of his way to make me laugh or smile until I forget what I was even mad about in the first place. Lastly, he constantly showers me with gifts.

Me: Good morning! No work today. Have the day off

I texted him back with a smile as I watched the little thought bubble pop up until his next message came through.

B Bear: Dinner tonight then? Murr has been pestering me endlessly about this restaurant he and Melyssa had gone to and I think it’s about time I see what the fuss is all about

Me: Sounds good!

Just then a notification came in. Brian had sent me money, and it was not at all a small amount.

B Bear: Buy yourself a new dress for tonight then princess. It’s a little more formal wear.

B Bear: I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you

Now, when I first started dating Brian, I had no clue he was on TV or any bit famous at all. When he started treating me to more extravagant gifts and dates, that’s when I asked and he revealed all to me. I felt bad and was always trying to pay for things so he didn’t think I was using him for his money, but he always insisted on paying.

“Princess, we’ve been together for how long? I know you wouldn’t use me. Let me do this for you.” He would always say. After a while, I gave up the fight and just allowed him to treat me. Soon enough I grew a collection of gorgeous jewelry, a whole new wardrobe basically filled with a variety of name brand outfits, and if I so much as mention something I own being broken he is quick to hop on it and pay to have it fixed. At this point, I really do think he is my sugar daddy, and he wasn’t at all opposed to that label. He quite liked it.

Me: You spoil me too much. I’ll see you at 7 then B <3

I throw the covers off of me and make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal before I get started on my day. What a way to wake up honestly, but I was not at all complaining. I finished up breakfast and got myself cleaned up, gathered up all my things in my purse, and was out the door and headed to the mall to go and treat myself. I often worried that maybe my closet was getting a little too full, I just couldn’t bear to part with any of my outfits. The way Brian made me feel when I wore each one of them made me feel so attached to them too, even if his way of saying I looked good in it was by having it end up on his bedroom floor.

I walked through the mall, doing a little bit of window shopping at first, scoping out the scene and feeling out what I might indulge myself in today as far as fashion went. Sundresses had caught my eye, especially one that was in the window and on display; Flowing, knee length, and white. I passed it by but made sure to take a mental picture of it. As much as I adored having a sort of allowance from Bri, I wasn’t about to abuse it. Besides, that would have been yet another thing I would have to make some kind of room for in my already overstuffed closet.

‘Maybe I could bother him for a bigger closet renovation,’ I joked to myself with a smile. I continue walking through and I see it from a distance: the lingerie store. I subtly bit my lip and was then in a mental tug of war of ‘should I?’ or ‘should I not?’ But as I got closer, the temptation took over and I found myself perusing through their cutest pieces that caught my eye. The least I could do to pay Bri back for the fancy evening, would be to give him a little bit of eye candy and a good time after the meal. Black lace, gorgeous ivory teddies, sensual cherry red garter belts, it was all so nice. After finding a few cute sets, I placed them on hold because I still had a main mission in mind that I came to the mall for in the first place.

I found the perfect dress: A wine red halter top dress. It had a gorgeous waist that hugged a little at my own to give my body some definition and gorgeously flowed down to my knees. I already knew I had the perfect pair of stilettos to go with this to truly complete this boss bitch look I had going. When I returned to the lingerie store, I already knew which set was going to be mine: black lace strapless top with matching high waist garter belt and panties to complete it all.

Me: [img attch.] picked out a cute little something, can’t wait to see you daddy ;P

I had sent him a picture of my dress, nothing more just to keep an element of surprise for the evening. I wasn’t long before I got a response,

B Bear: You look so gorgeous baby

B Bear: Can’t believe someone so beautiful is all mine

Even through text he could get me to blush.

The rest of my day was spent relaxing, catching up on some reading that I had put off for so long, catching up on a few episodes of a series Bess had gotten me sucked into, and just like that, time flew quickly. I was getting myself all dolled up for dinner, butterflies in my stomach because of the excitement I felt and giddy because I had felt so pretty tonight. It wasn’t often where my confidence and self-esteem would sky rocket like this, so I took it in and embraced as much of that energy as I could.

I heard his little knock at the door, the same rhythm as always so I knew it was him. When I swung open the door, he stood there with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. He cleaned up super well as always.

“You. Look. Incredible.” He scooped me into his arms and littered my face with kisses and I giggled as his stubble tickled the skin on my face. When I stopped him, I connected our lips together, “Shall we get rolling then princess?” I nodded and we walked down to his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous to say the least. Dim golden lighting, waiters wearing tuxes, glimmering chandeliers dangling from the ceiling to illuminate the tables. Even the air felt expensive. I tensed while we were sitting at our table and looking through the menu, even though he’s taken me to countless luxurious locations, I still felt this sense of guilt for being there and almost an obligation to monetarily repay him somehow someway. I guess he could sense my tension because his hand had found its way to my wrist, his thumb stroking my skin gently and his eyes spoke volumes.

‘It’s okay.’ was all I could see in them. He never had to say a word and I felt my muscles relax again as we carried out with our meal.

Dinner was more perfect than I could ever imagine. Perhaps I had an untrained palette, but everything felt like an explosion of intense rhythmic flavor in my mouth. I savored each and every bite. I felt more relaxed as the meal went on, especially as Brian and I talked throughout the meal, we would occasionally break the snooty facade to share a laugh at something absolutely crude that would pop into our heads. I swear, because of how loud we were getting, I almost thought we were going to get kicked out… Which made us laugh even harder and get that much closer to that being a reality as other tables would shoot us a nasty high-class glare.

Our meal was settled away as once again Brian got a hold of the check. And once again I didn’t bother fighting and allowed him to treat me knowing in my head that I had much bigger plans for him once we got behind closed doors and had no one around but each other.

The car ride to his place was spent laughing at how disgusted people looked with our behavior.

“Nothing but sticks up their asses!” He said with his accent coming through thickly.

His hand was on my thigh the whole way there. He would snatch occasional glances of me at red lights or when traffic was pretty clear. The rough warmth of his palm was enough to start an inferno on my skin and cause me to bite my lip and shift in my seat.

We got to his place, he took my hand, and led me through the space that has grown so familiar to me.

“As much as I love that dress on you, I want it off as soon as possible.” He whispered in my ear as we made our way through the front door. His lips attached itself to whatever flesh was within reach which made me grow wetter by the second. His hands traced about my body, refamiliarizing himself with each curve, dip, and fold he craved. His hands were never rough, they smoothed over my body carefully, almost as if I was fragile, something delicate, it made me feel protected.

As we were in the bedroom, he was quick to undo the zipper to my dress and allow it to pool at my feet. The way his eyes lit up at what was now revealed to be hidden beneath my dress was a look that always drove me crazy.

“Did a little extra shopping today with the extra money, daddy.” I said as I pushed him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes full of hunger and awe.

“I need to give you more money for lingerie. You look so fucking hot.” I straddled his lap, mouths attached and moving with heated passion. His coat fell away as I began tugging at his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. I could still taste remnants of dinner on his tongue, delectable, indulgent, and I savored it all. My mouth began to move; jawline, neck, chest, stomach. I could smell where he sprayed his cologne, and I stayed where the scent was the strongest, drunk on his scent as my desire for him grew heavier with each breath. His hands held me closer to his bare skin as he let a low hum verberate within his chest. I fell away down between his legs onto my knees. He watches carefully, already out of breath and straining in his pants. I carefully remove his belt, take the zipper down with my teeth, and shed away another layer of clothes. I rub my hand over the cloth of his boxers where his straining erection was prominent, I felt him twitch at my touch and groan.

“Let me pay you back for dinner. How does that sound?” Just like a leaf in fall, the final clothing item was shed away, leaving Brian bare before me. He sat there, arms behind him pushed into the comforter of the bed for support as he eagerly anticipated my next moves, hoping it would be one that would satisfy the lustful desire he had coursing through him.

I kiss at his thighs, leaving a few love marks to show that despite being his, he was also mine. My head and hands find their way below, down to his balls where I carefully massaged them and sucked at the sensitive skin. The groans and moans that Brian was making was enough to tell me that he was enjoying himself. I began moving myself up again, kissing up along his shaft, tracing along veins with a pointed tongue and feeling him pulse beneath me as my hands ran along his thighs that would occasionally tense when I hit just the right spot. When I reached the head, I could see the pre-cum seeping out. I gave his cock a nice pump that sent more spilling out and I was quick to lick it all up.

“Baby, no more teasing. Please.” He begged brushing my hair carefully out of the way. I looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in my eyes,

“But I know you love how it feels daddy.” With a sharp inhale and his lip caught between his teeth, I finally took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, pulling away while sucking, only to have it pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was gasping for breath and his legs were trembling. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before once more taking him into my mouth, only to repeat this cycle. I just adored hearing his whines, seeing the veins in his arms pop as he gripped the sheets into a tight fist, feeling his thighs tense and squeeze slightly together anytime a shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body.

I decided he endured enough and began carefully taking more and more of him into my mouth, head bobbing in steady rhythm. “Feels… So fucking good.” He breathed out as one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He never pushed me further than I could go, or at all. His hand just rested on my head as though he was feeling the rhythm and pace of my head bobbing. The taste of pre-cum began getting more and more consistent, the way his legs began to tremble, “Princess, so close.” I could have came myself hearing his throat raw with desperation as he said those three words. I doubled down and took him all in. His cock hit the back of my throat and the tip of my nose hit his naval until his thighs came together and he was spilling down my throat.

My eyes were watering and my nose slightly runny, but it was always rewarding to see him so pleasured all because of me. He pulled me up and his lips were once more attached to my skin, littering the delicate flesh where my neck and my shoulder met with love bites of varying hues.

“Mine,” He would grunt whenever his lips would depart from my skin and then go right back.

He laid me delicately on my back and I felt his cock – still rock hard – resting against my thigh as he kissed my forehead, “Love you,” he says before kissing my lips, “so perfect,” his fingers pushed the panties I wore aside, not even bothering to remove them which honestly made it all so much hotter, “my princess.” He slid into me easily, filling me whole as my eyes rolled back at the sensation, lips parted as humid breath left my lungs.

“Daddy.” I couldn’t let out anymore as my nerves all stood on end as he began to rock his hips steadily into mine.

“You feel so good around my cock. Something so perfect is all mine.” I wrapped my legs around him, beckoning him closer and deeper. The way his cock curved hit all my sensitive spots and it wasn’t long before I was seeing stars, the noises that wanted so badly to break free past my lips but fell stuck within my throat as I was blissed out in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his cock as I experienced pure euphoria, “god you feel even better when you cum all over my cock sweetheart.” his hips continued working and I felt overstimulated, but I absolutely loved it. “Came that hard and I didn’t even have to touch your clit.”

As my body rocked, but boobs started spilling out of the strapless bra. Brian took notice and was quick to crane his neck down and lick around my hardened nipple. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit around the sensitive buds which only added to the extreme pleasure I was experiencing as my body started building up to another orgasm. I held his head in close with a desire to be as close to him as physically possible, aching to feel every inch of his skin, wanting nothing more but for him to feel exactly what I feel: Lustful love.

His hips started working faster and faster and his rhythm was slowly losing any trace of precise tempo. His hand slipped between us, fingers working at my clit and sending me over the edge once again with a cry.

“Princess… Gonna cum again. Where?” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out as he grit his teeth and words were quickly replaced with grunts.

“Cum daddy. Just do it. Wanna make you feel good!” I said as his head was buried in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck bracing for his inevitable climax. With a few more harsh thrusts, he was buried deep within me as I felt warm spurts filling me, my legs holding us close together, intertwined as we pant and catch our breaths.

“I love you so much baby. I love you.” He said with a final kiss and our foreheads pressed together.

Once he had come down from his high, he went and grabbed a towel for me and helped clean me up.

“Thank you for tonight.” I said softly as he held me close in his arms.

“Anything for you princess. You deserve the world.” He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair out of my face. “You have amazing taste in lingerie also.”

[essaysbyciara]

It’s Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!PlusSize Reader [Part 1/?]

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (my ministry!)

So this has been in my drafts for a *HOT MINUTE* but that photo of Trevante in high school triggered a release. If people dig where it could be going, I will add it to my list of stuff to finish and open up a taglist. I’ll try my best to do so, I promise! lol

“God, I played this album out…” Lil’ Wayne’s seminal album, The Carter, didn’t age at all. Back in 2004, Wayne was a secret about to bubble over to superstardom, just years shy of lollipops and Static Major (rest in peace). Wayne represented the teenage angst of your time, even though you toiled in the suburbs while he wrestled with the streets. But as “On My Own” damn near explodes your factory speakers, a high pitch ping from your phone pauses your trip down memory lane. 

Message from Sheena: Let’s catch up before the babies wake up. 

You hit the call button on your dash once you stop at a red light. 

“Girl, hey. You on your way to work?”

“Ain’t I always, Shi Shi? Damn near almost overslept. Thought I missed my flight.” 

Sheena, or Shi Shi, is the epitome of a best-friend-forever. You two met in Ms. Grayson’s civics class, 11th grade. On the first day of school, you rolled into third period wearing a Scream Tour II t-shirt and if you were to describe Sheena in that moment, jealous wasn’t even the word.  She stanned hard for Lil’ Bow Wow but her mom wouldn’t let her go to the concert because she got caught with a boy in her room. That boy is now the husband half-way responsible for the twin girls she’s hoping will give her some grace by sleeping a little bit longer. 

“Damn. You wanna gift some of that sleep to these twins, God mommy?”

“Only if you gift me some of those post-pregnancy boobs, Mommy Dearest,”

“Can’t do that. Jarell been having too much fun with those!” 

“Girl, eww. I don’t need to know all that.”

You kinda did. Sheena’s stories were always live, wild and uncut. And the only fireworks you’ve been adjacent to in months since you broke up with that lame stockbroker, Keith. You curve around the airport parking lot as Sheena starts digging deep into her latest soft-core episode with her husband since the six weeks ain’t up yet. In between interjections of how nasty Jarrell could be and watching planes taxi in the distance, you cruise through Instagram to take inventory of what your day might be like. 

Managing social media for the biggest sports publication in the country was not the fulfillment of a dream after high school because, shit,  social media didn’t exist when you were in high school. But it’s what has you just hours away from a flight to the NFL Combine in Indianapolis, sitting in a parking lot, listening to your BFF’s slow burn sexcapades. You break up the audio immersion experience once your timeline displays something else to ruminate over.

“Sheena! Shi -- shut up! I can’t believe - you remember Lisa from high school? She got married ...and it ain’t to Brasco.” 

“Whaaaa… you can finally stop making u-turns in the hallway and snag your man!”

You didn’t appreciate the lowly dig from your friend about Nebraska “Brasco” Williams, star running back, track champion and boy so fine he made both Omarion and J-Boog look like ogres. Your high school crush had you shook to your pubescent core; pretty teeth, deep skin tone and two tattoos before the age of eighteen. You’d see him in the student parking lot with the rest of the football team and you’d rush to your car as if it would go home without you. He was too hot to handle. You were beyond envious that Lisa could. 

“Lisa ain’t do too bad. Her man is crazy fine. I mean, not Brasco fine but still…” 

“Man,  he had high school going crazy. I wonder what happened to him after that fight? I should stalk him on Facebook while I pump.” You laugh so hard, the couple walking past your car stops their argument to stare at you. 

Your laughs break once you realize you might actually miss that flight. You relegate Shi Shi to kiss the twins for you and to send his Facebook profile if she can actually find it. You tried years ago and failed. 

“Aight, fave. I will.  Love you. Text me when you touch down in Indy.” 

As you weave through the terminal, your mind thinks back to the days at New Birth High School. While it brought you joy in a forever friend and the launching point for your forever career in sports journalism, it did bring you one of the most hurtful days of your life that took years to shake. 

It was the summer going into your senior year. Lisa’s sweet sixteen pool party. No way in Hell you thought you’d be there but your Mom and Lisa’s stepmom sat on the same deacon board at church and somehow thought you two were friends; Lisa paid you dust in those hallways. You fretted over every part of your outfit, especially the swim shoes you didn’t want but your Dad picked up at Sports Authority. But you were fretting the most over your swimsuit, a red one-piece with a deep open back. It was sexy for a 16-year-old, to be honest, but you secretly tried it on at the mall and fell in love with it -- especially how it made you feel. 

You fell in deep love with your body that day. The way the swimsuit clenched your waist, giving your almost-pear shape some definition you’d never seen before. Your hips sat wide, your breast placed taunt, just peeking through the sides, showing off a crescent shaped birthmark right below your collarbone. It was Jet Beauty of the Week-esque and it made you feel on top of the world. Something that society kept telling you a plus-size teenage girl was not to feel. You used the last of your paper route money to buy it and hid your secret weapon in the back of your closet until the day arrived. You were hoping to get some boy’s attention -- especially Brasco. But you’d take anybody’s glare if you could get it. 

You were in the clear once your Mom dropped you and Sheena both off at Lisa’s back gate. As you walked into the party, the sounds of the local hip-hop and R&B radio station blasted throughout her huge backyard. So much fun was had -- so much splash and dash -- that the faint sounds of “Knuck If You Buck” failed to erupt a party full of teenagers it was made for. The pool seemed tempting in 90-plus heat but most of the temptation came from the jacuzzi next to it. There inside sat Brasco, his lanky on-field wide receiver sidekick Kenny and Jarell, Sheena’s partner-in-bedroom-bust crime looking delicious in their highlighter-color swim trunks. You were still figuring out your body and the reactions conjured up from the sight of water droplets chasing down their backs confused you even more. But the heat of the sun -- and the heat from your body -- got too much to bear. That pool called your name. 

You stripped off your t-shirt and denim shorts, leaving your swim shoes back by the picnic table. They clashed. Your nerves splashed together like the water you couldn’t wait to feel, battering against your heart. Were you ready for all this attention? Amongst the rest of the classmates, you disappeared. You weren’t popular. People knew of you but didn’t know you, only associating you with Sheena by proxy of Jarell. “My Goodies” came on the radio, providing you a soundtrack and a sign from God. Before you could answer the call, Sheena jumped into the pool. You tossed your glasses on top of your clothes and did the same. 

The water felt golden. Sheena smacked your face with sheets of chlorinated goodness. Too much fun was had by all, even Lisa joined in the fun. Suddenly the entire football team did too except Brasco and Jarell, languishing on the edge of the jacuzzi because like most boys from their side of town, they didn’t know how to swim. Lisa saw her boo in isolation and tapped Sheena on the shoulder. 

“Hey, Shi Shi. Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” Sheena grabbed your hand to guide you out of the pool. You weren’t expecting to see your Mom at the other end. Sheena didn’t grab you to join her in the warm bubbles, she got you out at the angry-faced-behest of your mother. You both were going home. The party silenced and stares followed as everyone watched your walk-of-shame to grab your clothes. You got what you wanted in the worst way possible. 

Your unholy exodus commenced when Lisa’s mom called yours to report what she saw: this red bathing suit too revealing for a little girl to wear. It wasn’t the green ruffled mess-of-a-bathing-suit from last year. She claimed to witness stares and whispers and “boobs hanging out, butt all out.” Your mom got over there quicker than a church shout. She waited to scold you after she dropped off Sheena. 

It was a Sunday School scolding like no other. Tears pooled deep like the one you were just having fun in. You tossed the bathing suit into the trash bin. You were never going to see it again. 

The announcement of your flight breaks you out of your day nightmare. Grabbing the handle on your suitcase, you see a text with an attachment from Sheena. 

Girllllllllllll. I found Brasco and babyyyyyyyyyyy… 

You gasp. Time did a wonder on him in all the right ways. He packed on even more muscle, chiseling out the navy thermal dressing his upper body. Teeth still bright, Moonlight-bright. His Omarion-Pandemonium-era braids were gone, now donning a clean fade with perfect waves. His stance meant business, a lot of it risky. You bite your lower lip to mask the “damn!” urging a release from you, staring at his picture so intensely that you damn near walk into the stewardess checking your boarding pass. 

You couldn’t wait to get to your first-class seat. You needed a safe space to drown in your own splash waterfalls. You beg Sheena to send you his profile, looking to make some more of that mess and she obliges. Scrolling through his Facebook, you see nothing. You needed him to match your uncleanliness. Another text from Sheena breaks you out of your spell. 

Ain’t shit on here though. I can’t find an Instagram or anything. That’s where the dirt is at lol 

You put your social media skills to work. Ain’t an Instagram profile that you can’t find. Nebraska Williams brings up nothing. Such a unique name and nothing to show for it. 

Maybe Jarell can follow him, Shi. 

Jarell ain’t on this thing. He hates all this stuff. You want me to follow him? 

Girl, yes! I need more pictures! I’m trying to find his ‘gram and no diceeeeeee. Ughhhh. 

Damn the “no cell phone until after lift off” announcement. You then try “Brasco”, too many names -- rappers, really--  and a dog company to boot. “Brasco Williams” yields no results. You couldn’t wait what could be hours, days,  weeks, maybe never, for a response from Brasco to Sheena’s friend request. 

You pull up Google as a last ditch effort. The results bring up what only seems to be archives from your now-defunct city newspaper covering one of Nebraska’s record-setting games from 2005. You know to quit while you’re ahead until you see a Youtube video: “Nebraska Williams (RB) New Birth High School (MD). uploaded by Donyell Williams. You remember Donyell as this boy who played too damn much in Geometry class but right now, he’s Brasco’s cousin who's Instagram profile came up on the first search. Thank God his profile wasn’t private. You scroll back far enough to hit the jackpot. 

I found it! @donniebrascowill is his Instagram. 

Sheena was right about the dirt. His posts were bare but his stories carried enough. Enough shirtless, weightlifting, fresh-out-the-barbershop-got-to-show-you-the-fade dirt. You hit the follow button before the stewardess asked for your drink selection. 

End of Part I