#this fame is like man dating heaven just for me

[frostwork]

They did NOT have to cake up the fruity necromancer but they did… they did it for us 😩

[auragasmics]

1:32 AM: A LOVE LETTER TO THE PRETTIEST GIRL!

spellbook intro! when Nanami takes a moment to study his wife after a date night, his heart pours out a soliloquy for the ages!

potion ingredients! 4.4k+, pwp(?), wife!reader x husband!nanami kento, fluff+ smut, fingering, clitslapping(1), cunnilingus, explict talk, mating press, grinding, allusions to sex (penetration), self-indulgent to the max ♥︎

note to casters! yeah, this is so indulgent. and i'm sorry i have to say this...p**** is pink :). grab a mirror and check for yourself.

Champagne. 

A drink known to be indulged during the most influential times of human history. It’s a famed tag that runs through nations upon nations, beloved by the heaven blend of Pinot, Meunier, and Chardonnay. It pulls the tongue into an envious ménage-à-trois between the rich taste and the cheeky spry bubbles seething one’s cheeks into a world of heat —all doomed to end once a swallow washes away all the bliss. 

From its days of ruling beside monarchy to its dwindled expression in the modern world, it has yet to lose its class. It still rules amongst those with exquisite, those who can handle the feverish rush of having rapture ruin all composure.  

It’s suitable for a man like Nanami to indulge in such refinement too, just a single sip from the tall slender glass seated beside his plate transports his mind into a place where the weight of a jewel-encrusted crown sits upon his head. And in this universe, he rules over a 64 square meter condo, a beloved lord sleeping in his king-sized bed, and a lawful husband to his queen. 

Another sip reminds him of the gracious air surrounding the night—a date night catered by a meal of shared efforts and a bottle of Nanami’s favorite champagne. It’s sweet like forbidden fruit, the heavenly delight soothing his woes. 

His gentle stare falls onto you, the infamous cinnamon fawning over how red complements your skin in that dress, over your delicate pout—no, obsessing over how your lips nurse the rim of the glass as if it were a kiss. As to how the heavens gifted a man such as he with one of their own angels, it’s a blessing he’s taken without a second thought. 

However, it’s a feeling that even after three years of marriage has yet to subdue. The riveting swell that throws his heart into turmoil whenever you giggle. The wash of goosebumps set to claim his skin when your hand simply grazes against his own. The trance your gentle coos lure him into, just like now.

“Kennnn, Baby? Are you okay?”

Flurries of mindless blinks brings Nanami back into the present, where he’s met with your own stare. Where silence settles comes the bustle of apologies and giggles, Nanami “Hm?—Oh! I’m fine, Honey. I’m so sorry—missed what you said there, can you repeat it?”

“Oh, it’s fine! I was asking what should we do about the dishes? All that cooking and I always seem to forget about cleaning.”

Nanami merely shrugs his shoulder, “I’ll wash them.”

“But aren’t you tired? We could just leave them to soak—”

The rambles of solutions come to a slamming shut as Nanami reaches over to your side of the square dining table, his fingers seamlessly knitting within your own.

“That was a really good steak. The garlic butter we made last weekend was a perfect touch. Oh, and the mashed potatoes, you always outdo yourself, Honey. All I did was peel the potatoes and help sear the steak, the least I can do is clean…right?”

A helpless sigh passes through your glossed lips, “You’re not getting me to agree, y’know. I still say we just go get ready for bed.”

Nanami calls his hand, his energy, even his presence over the table back to his side in trade for the back of his chair for asylum. He gives you a steady stare that pairs all too well with a grin and a pat on his lap. “Come here.”

There’s safety in being wrapped up in Nanami’s arms as you settle in his care, his muscle-ribbed arms thick arms lacing around your waist, his large hands draping off your hip, all while he keeps one leg bouncing to a steady rhythm. 

“Why do you worry your pretty little head off about the fine details, huh? That’s my job.” 

“I know, but…”

Weakness grows in your heart as you look down into his eyes—those tired eyes casted by an ardent glow. Exhaustion still can’t taint his heart, it can’t begin to ruin the tender nature he abides to you. You can’t help but soothe him, your hand racing to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb skating along the curves of his bottom lip. 

“But you work so hard, Kento. You should come to bed with me, just leave all this for tomorrow.”

But you know him—he can’t leave any job with loose ends. Whether it’s at the office, small repairs around the house, or simply washing dishes, Nanami finds a sense of ease in the natural order of tasks from start to finish. And when some principle challenged his own, he had every reason set and ready to roll for an explanation.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, silence serves as Nanami’s winded explanation—and the kind pecks he pushes back against your touch. 

“Ken?”

“Mhm?”

“Aren’t you going to…say something…or anything?”

Patience gets the better of you as Nanami simply keeps himself entertained with your thumb. His kisses melt into you skin, his soft hums strike every fiber, and each pinch of his lips leaves you dangling at the end of your rope. Nanami stands from the chair, cradling you in his arms. His steps are guided by routine, up the stairs and through the first door to the right, straight into the bedroom.

Nanami drops you on the bed.

You can’t really pinpoint when the plush warmth of your bed welcomed you home, but with Nanami’s thick chest pinning you to the sheets, it’s a quick conclusion you push off rather quickly.

How could you focus on such fine details when he’s lathering the junctures of your collarbone in kisses, trailing back up to your awaiting lips. 

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Baby?” 

Nanami gives in to you with a kiss, his lips just barely sinking into yours before he’s hulling himself back onto his feet.

“Go get ready for bed and when you wake up, I’ll be right there next to you.”

Sleep is all Namai intended for you to have, he'd be damned if something so trivial as chores would prevent you from rest. And when Nanami did finish up with the last bowl, sleep fell heavy on his mind all the same.

It weighed heavy on his mind through a hot shower, through his nightly routine, even as he mindlessly slipped into a pair of briefs and beneath the bed sheets.

But…his tired eyes had to land on you—his precious angel.

Oh, his pretty wife who glows underneath the moon’s rays, laid on your side with the blanket tucked up to your chin. He’s eager to join you, sliding himself right beside your body—where nothing but a pair of panties hugs you. 

It certainly doesn’t help how you gravitate to Nanami, even while underneath sleep’s spell. Grinding the thick globes of your ass into his lap—and right where the head of his cock sits snug against the waistband of his briefs.

In a desperate search for a distraction, Nanami cranes his neck to greet the neon red digits bleeding through the face of his bedside clock—where the best joke known to man awaits him.

1:32 AM. 

Just an hour into the new day Nanami is met by pure mockery. Of course, his sweet wife all swept up in sleep makes for an even better punch line—-the growing bulge sinking between your ass. A quiet mind is all he wants, why he’s drowning his mind in those meditative mantras you’ve taught him when work becomes too much all at once.

But it’s a fleeting dream the moment those throbs ripple through the thick veins stretching over his cock. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon…give me a chance at least,” he’s muttering for his ears alone. 

Yet the only chance Nanami knows he has is to follow in your steed and sleep away his impending thoughts. He gently lifts the blanklet up to his shoulder, only for the chilling gush to fan across your body.

“Mmm, ‘m cold, Ken.”

“I know, I know, I’m gonna fix that right away, Sweetheart.”

Sunken beneath the heavy blanket, Nanami carves out every inch of your spine with his chest, slotting himself flush against you. His arms surge to envelop you, giving way for his hand to greedily cup the silky fat of your breast.

For a moment he’s sworn he’s beaten lust curse because well, cradling his sleeping beauty like this, allowing for his body, his warmth to sew his body to your own. 

“How’s that? Feels warmer now, Sweetheart?” His voice gently coos in your ear. 

He doesn’t expect much, a sheepish nod and a mumble thrillingly satisfies Nanami. He can’t explain it, but as he steals a glance over you, he finds his wretched mind delighted by mundane beauty.

A painting is known to capture a moment in time through the perspective of the artist—but what Nanami’s eye beholds before him is too good for any picture, any painting, for every medium of art would fail to capture the radiant glow the moon kisses upon your skin. It would fail to mimic the soft curl of your lips, free from control and lifted behind the pure rapture of your mind. It certainly couldn’t transcribe the very details consumed by Nanami. 

Maybe it’s due to the curse of the night overwhelming Nanami, but he simply can’t be alone right now, not while love has him spiraling down a self-induced hole. He can’t stop himself from taking to your shoulder, granting his lips the tactful satisfaction of littering kisses upon your skin.  

“Honey…are you really asleep?” He pouts, yet he immediately reflects on himself as he swipes yet another look at the clock. “

It’s what…1:40 now, I should be asleep too, however…” 

Breaking his trail of kisses, Nanami softly sighs as he gathers all his wayward thoughts, all for this moment only he’ll hold a record of.

“I can only say this while you sleep. It’s pathetic of me, but I haven’t gotten the confidence to face you as I should. I’m not one for many words, nor do I show all the emotion I hold inside of me. But, I hope that my love for you bleeds through every touch, every stare, every kiss, and every breath. I breathe for you. I live for you. And should it come to pass, I’d kill for you. I’ve never felt more endeared to anyone before but you…You give me all the strength I need to be a better man. I just hope to-"

“...Ken, Honey? Are you on a phone call?”

“Oh um…” His blood’s running cold through every vein in his body. Suddenly, he’s stricken dumb and frozen underneath the weight of speculation. But he is who he is—a calm man with logic on his sleeve. Pushing out a huff through his nose, Nanami finds himself at ease as he peers down at your hazy eyes.

“N-No, no…just…thinking aloud. Go back to sleep, okay?”

You muse him with a passing look over your shoulder. “Thinking aloud, hm? Tell me.”

Before Nanami can conjure up some excuse as his alibi, you’ve already to bury yourself within his chest. Your soft hands buff his nerves down to naught through lazy swipes across his taut pecs. In your care, his heart’s raging scream dwindles down to a tepid thump, his lungs spoiled with fulfilling breaths, and his mind’s calmer than the vast Pacific Ocean—all thanks to you. 

“You…really want to know?” 

“Yup,” your eyes flutter open to hang upon Nanami’s heavy lids. “Tell me anything and everything.”

Giving in, Nanami’s head falls into a gentle tilt, “Do you know how beautiful are you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“You say it like that, but I don’t know if you really do…”

“You think so highly of me.”

“I have to, you’re the woman I’ve devoted my life to.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Regret?” Nanami has to echo. It’s just one of the words that have escaped his vocabulary in recent years. And a regret in your presence is something he knows he’ll never, ever know again. “Never. And even if I did, I’d do it all again just to be with you.”

Gently you bite into your bottom lip “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“Of course I do. I mean it was such a—-”

“I think tonight’s going to be a repeat of that. Or better.”

As your words break through the air, you’re given the honor of watching Nanami crumble underneath the heat of your advances. Blush breaks across his cheeks, his pupils blown wide by lust’s bite, and right beneath your hand his heart’s back to roaring its spirted song.

“Real—ahem—Really? And why’s that?”

“Welllll…” The soft drag of your coo lures Nanami into hypnosis. “I just think it is, Baby. How’s that sound to you?”

“Go—Good. I can’t ever say—” 

Nanami lets your lips swallow down the last of his words in your kiss. He lets you take his last breath, his last thoughts, and all the sanity he thought he relied upon. In trade of that, he’s given the chance to relinquish all control just to drink in your soft whimpers, to sate his whims with your kiss, to scour your soft skin with his rough hands. 

Reality sets in hard and heavy for Nanami. To think, just moments ago he was too absorbed in admiring you—his wife, his lady, his precious angel tucked beside him like any other night.

His precious angel who wears sleep with a plump pout and soft snores.

His precious angel clutching at the thick pillow beneath your head.

His precious angel who has sin creeping along your curves and slipping beneath a pair of lacy red panties.

“Mmm…Ken…” your voice quietly breaks against his puffy lips. Your hips flirt with Nanami’s feathering touch, winding along to his shy caress. “Hmph…right…right there…”

“Yeah?” He allows for a lone digit to greet your dormant clit, the warmth of his touch gently thumbing circles into your bundle of nerves. “It’s riiiight here, isn’t it pretty girl?”

He plays coy, letting honey drip from his lips and into your ear. “Tell me so I can make everything better, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Ken please—Harder, baby, Harder!”

Dumbfounded. A dumbfounded gawk is all Nanami can muster towards you—until the ends of his mouth curl up into a grin he buries along the pulse of your throat.

“Harder?” He mocks with a hiked brow. “I don’t think you can take that, Honey. No…but…since you asked so nicely…”

SLAP!

The loud clash of Nanami's palm against your splayed cunt rings in silence over the room, serving as the perfect beat for your body to comprehend the brash course your husband's veered the night into.

“Oh–Fuck!” Tossing your head back between your shoulders, you mewl as the heavy chimes around the room. “T-that’s too much, Ken!”

Nanami hides his chuckle behind a kiss he presses to your temple. “I Promise that’s the last time tonight.” His sights slip down between your legs, watching as his fingers work to soothe your poor clit from his torture. 

He feathers down to your slit, the tight pink ring suckling to Nanami’s familiar touch. His intentions you know are pure, even amidst such lust staining the air. He’s so gentle with you, having his digits complement the perky bud of your clit with sluggish strokes, teasing your hole with the sticky circles he draws. 

All for his digits to fall victim to your pussy.

“Oh, such a greedy baby,” Nanami gasps. He’s forced to ignore the heavy stains of precum ruining his briefs, but he simply can’t let you have your way. It’s enough that he’s curling those slender fingers within your heat, strumming along the gummy walls he’s planning on staining white.  “You can’t take me just playing with you, you need so much more.”

A slight curl to your lips spites him. “I guess you know me well, Honey. Your fault for spoiling me.”

“And? You know I don’t regret a moment of it.”

He’s so sweet with you, peppering kisses along your cheeks, filling your mind with saccharine hymns. Yet he’s incessant with his reach, sending his digits to know every inch of your pussy with each strike he drills into your sweet spot.

It's just like Nanami, once he’s found a goal, he’ll work and work until the logic runs dry in his mind. He’ll work a hellish job for the trade of money, he’ll risk his life for the trade of saving others, and he’ll work his hand to the raw nerve to turn your pussy into a sputtering mess. 

“Good girl, you’re making me so proud, Baby,” Nanami coos, his eyes glued between your twitching legs. “Oh, I wish you could see what I do.”

“A-and w..wha-at’s that?” 

Your stumbling words earn an esteemed chuckle from Nanami. “Well…I could always just describe it to you…But there’s something I need to do first...”

It isn’t like him to keep you puzzled, especially with words nonetheless. But Nanami’s a man of action, letting his body move to support his cause. His cause for tonight, however, called for his body to slip away from your warmth all for him to be planked between your thighs and his hands kneading at your plushy skin. 

“That’s even better. Now, where do I even begin…”

His thumb comes to peck at your bud, lazily scrolling at the perky pearl in swipes. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, counting the minutes until I’m back at your side…back between your legs…back to having this pussy drip bliss back into my poor soul.”

It isn’t enough to have you laid out on a silver platter where his tongue can lather at your honey for hours—Nanami needs you to know just how deep his depravity lies. He slowly drags his tongue to wet his plump lips, soothing the ravenous urge that boils to the forefront of his mind with dumb babbles. 

“Just so…pretty…and pink. So sweet, so soft. Honey, I can’t go a day without you, you’re my lifeline, every beat of my heart. I just…”

His touch gets the better of his coherency. He knows better than to find focus elsewhere when speaking, but in truth, Nanami did not—he should not have caught your slicked hole fluttering at the sound of his soliloquy. 

“Oh…Fuck me…”

He wants to be kind, he wants to be sweet, and Nanami wants to embody the very traits he’s fallen in love with.

But he can’t.

Nanami can’t play the nice guy when he greedily welcomes your pussy back into his salacious mouth with a gracious sigh, his jaw hungrily working to force that poor button into a pudgy bloat.

Cunnilingus. It’s an art he’s swiftly mastered after three years of marriage, learning every inch of your body like your own. He knows where exactly his tongue should flit, where his finger curls the best, and even how long it should take for your body to shatter at his hands.

But it’s an effortless art when mastered behind love, and it steals Nanami’s breath away every time he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” his curse breaks through the air. His hands knead at the silky plush hidden underneath your thigh, leaving every curve of his fingerprint to sear into you—-to mark you as his own. He’s eager to catch your eyes, those adorable eyes that well up with the fattest tears whenever he pedals his tongue right against your clit.   

As the age-old game of cat and mouse welcomes itself onto the stage known as the bed, you unassumingly take up your role the second you jerk away from Nanami’s silent plea.

What he wants from you—time, affection, or maybe even an orgasm, every idea falls to the back burner the moment your hips mindlessly buck into his mouth. You could have sold him the story of it being an accident, but why ruin his fun where he’s so hellbent on this one night that your body’s finally taking offense?

Though, when the rare glow dots the eyes he shoots up at you, you swear you can see hearts in the distance of his blown pupils. 

“Oh, look at that,” Nanami almost humors himself as he takes another glance at your cunt.

A precarious man such as he can’t afford to miss any details. His eyes cling to the unfolding sight, how his thick digits bathe in your essence, carefully sketching his own path about your folds so rich with nerves. He’s shamelessly gawking at how the succulent hues of rose bodes well with his fair skin, each pass he bestows upon your cunt pulls him into a self-induced trance.

“Making such a mess just from me talking. What a dirty mind you’ve got, isn’t that right, Honey?” 

Right on the tip of your tongue, the words baste behind the sweetest rapport. You could let him have him, fill his ears with talk of how lechery paints his face like a mask. He is your husband, yet the side he’s letting out to roam tonight leaves your fuzzy mind combing with an answer—and fast. 

“W-Where is this co-comming f-from, Baby?” 

That’s what you say, but the moans slipping from your traitorous mouth when Nanami plants one last kiss to your folds tells him all that needs to be known.  

“What?” He chuckles to himself. The pads of his digits wade through the glassy web sewn between your delicate folds, “Can’t handle me talking about your pussy, Sweetheart? I’m sorry but you'll have to take it. And, speaking of taking it…you know what else I love about you?”

“What’s that?” Your voice trails out behind a whimper.

Just to catch your eye, Nanami allows for the single tug of his briefs to free him from hell reincarnated. With the gray waistband sitting underneath the heavy bloat of his balls, his hand hungrily grips the base of his cock. A hellish squeeze around his rippling veins has your eyes nearly crossing at the pearly tears spilling from his tip. 

With the thread of sanity left in your mind, your hands race to ball the blanket within your fists, for some kind of grounding. “Fuck! Please! Please, tell me, I can’t wait anymore, Baby!”

“Let me show you then,” Nanami hums as he cup at the back of your knees. “I love when I fold you in half…juuuust like this…”

His words speak for him, Nanami’s sheer strength working pin your poor, tired body into one of his favorite positions—a mating press.

“I can see just how hard you try to take every inch of me. Making your poor pussy stretch around my cock, you must really love me, don’t you Honey?”

It’s sinfully natural the way the fat blushing crown of Nanami’s cock sits upon your clit, a detail he’s made himself keen to. His thick bulb sobbing those white tears all because of badly he needed to have you. To have his fingers work at your gushing cunny is one thing, his cock on the other hand?

He’s on course to face ruin tonight.

He’s already planning the next position, the hour, the next day, all dedicated to keeping his fat length choked within your walls for as long as he could.

Why with such knowledge, it’s no wonder his hips fall into a languid toll, leaving the thick head to trace every curve of your cunt. He’s driving up against every nerve just to watch your face quiver, to see those tears he loves so much all from a little teasing. 

His head dips along the marked tract of your neck, a cowardly move to hide his own flush face. His hands clip to your waist, baring your body between the smothering warmth of his thick chest and bed—without an inch to spare. 

His muffled voice hums against your neck, “T-That feels good right?” 

“Fuh–it’s s’ good Ken. ��m so close, Baby please!” 

“It’s too soon to cum, Sweetheart—you know that.” Nanami faces betrayal from his warning, his hips snapping against your own. “Just take it nice ‘nd eas–shit! Oh Honey, you feel so…so…fuck, that’s so good!”

“Kennnn! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You hysterically sob in his ear. It’s all for good reason as those ominous white stars begin to freckle your vision. The knot hasn’t even pulled taut shattered and yet you’re already a victim to its claim. The mind-altering high that rips you out of your body for nothing short of a few seconds.

“Hold it, you can’t yet, Sweetheart, not—”

Sending your grip to sink into the twitching muscle of his biceps, you whimpered out against Nanami’s wishes. “I can’t, Kento! It’s too much!” You knew all too well what was coming and as much as Nanami claims to know as well, he simply couldn’t have you reeling off something so mundane as humping. 

“Please Honey, hold it. Just a little—”

“Fuck! ‘m cumming!” 

The perilous yelp echoes around the room as the pure state of bliss paints itself white in your mind. All that pressure, the tensions, it all slips away from you through the harsh arch your spine fights beneath Nanami.

It’s futile to try and stop the inevitable, and the bliss that comes with surrender is all the more peaceful. When your body tingles with the aftershocks, your mind hazy from the stress and woes of the day, all of the negative can’t survive when a high like that comes crashing hard and heavy. 

Exhaustion houses itself in your body, accompanying weakness and the giddy smiles that you can’t hold back–until your body feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

“That…whew, that was so—Kento?”

Your spotty sights focus upon falling onto Nanami’s silhouette, his towering form resting back on his haunches. His hand’s fallen between your bodies, a loose fist drumming against your skin. He’s pummeling his cock beneath harsh strokes, forcing abstract thick ropes of white to dance along your puffy lips. 

“Ken, Baby?” You call out cautiously as his body collapses over yours. “It’s okay,”  we can call it an early night–”

“I can’t leave you unsatisfied, it was pathetic of me to let go right now,” He huffs,  We’ve got our routine—gonna fill this pretty pussy so fucking full just so I can clean you up. And I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes soften over Nanami, desperately watching as the man seeks redemption. He isn’t one to be a sore loser, but when it comes to you—he’ll work until he breaks just to know that he was behind your euphoria. 

All resolutions point to you supplying his motive with undying support, especially when your digits reach to strum at the sparse blond hairs along the nape of his neck. “Go ahead, tell me Ken.”

A wicked grin stretches onto Nanami’s features, only to hide behind a kiss within the valley of your breasts.

“Oh, I love you so much, Baby. Can’t wait to give all my love to the prettiest girl!”

[sugar-omi]

Before I say anything else, I swear to god I’m not a purist or one of those weirdos who value virginity or think premarital sex is wrong

BUT do you think Rockstar Cove would feel bad (not exactly guilty, unless you like him pathetic like that like I do, but more like regret) about being a hoe before meeting MC? Like yeah he fucked around a lot for fun but now he knows none of it could measure up to doing it with MC, who he would literally move heaven and earth and kill his lifelong dream for and his first time would’ve been so different if it was with the one he loved

Bonus if MC is a virgin because I think that would definitely make him feel guilty for not “waiting” for them and not “giving” them his first time (again, not for religious reasons or anything, just because of emotional intimacy)

I love torturing him and wanna see him in distress hahaha 😈

first of all- SAME. i feel like, i might come across as religious sometimes, all imma say is dont ask me SHIT abt the bible or religion or anything. i fell asleep every time i went to chruch and god is SICK of me using his name in my filthy smut fics, i know it

BUT OMG YES. this this this...

i like to imagine he doesn't sleep around too much, he needs a bit of a connection for that, plus he's a celebrity so he can't sleep around nearly as much unless he's trying to get a fan pregnant or get a new stalker. so his body count isn't through the roof, but it certainly isn't low...

but he is at the very least a flirt. he'll flirt with you up and down the street, maybe even eat you out/suck you off, and if you're really lucky, get your back blown the fuck out.

when he meets MC though... all of that is over the second you make eye contact. he's obsessed with you, cant get you out of his head and he needs to see you again, needs to hear your voice and your laugh... he's totally done for, all he wants is you now and he's never felt like that before...

doesn't really know how to act because he hasn't been a long-term or one-person man until now but he absolutely cannot let you go.

if you've never been in a relationship before, it's been awhile since your last date, or only in one or two relationships that were more or less serious, he's anxious about being perfect for you.

he doesn't wanna scare you off, as if his fame and public image isn't bad enough.

oh my god if he learns you're a virgin though... he's dead. his heart has stopped...

immediately asks if you're serious, and what the fuck, and now he's worried you won't wanna have sex with him, would you trust him to take your v-card? has he slept with too many people for you to be comfortable with sleeping with him? is or would he be taking advantage of you? what if you hate having sex with him?

he's spiraling. he's thinking too many thoughts and its up to you to bring him down and tell him that you trust him, you wanna have sex with him and you are sure you won't hate it.

omg when he tells you how he wishes he could've given you his virginity, that he wishes he waited for you. you have to laugh, he's so silly... because how was he supposed to know that he was gonna meet the love of his life? if he knew, would he have believed it and waited or laughed and went about his business?

when you do finally decide to have sex... cove goes the full 9 yards, takes you on a lovely vacation, buys you anything and everything you look at twice, gets the most expensive hotel room he can find and spoils you absolutely rotten.

has the lights down low, candles lit and flickering gently along the absurdly luxurious room and he takes care of you.. slowly undressing you, kissing every inch of skin and whispering sweet nothings.

pulls you apart with his tongue again and again until you're weak and trembling, begging him to hurry up and just move onto the good part...

he doesn't fuck you, he makes love to you. it's all so sweet and intimate that even he can't help but feel like it's his first time again, his heart beating nervously and he's a bit shaky, moving automatically in ways he knows from experience.

he would cry, he has his arms around you, hardly moving his hips in a way that's satisfying to your long aching body because he's so intent on being gentle with you, treasuring you and tending to you...

cries and tells you how much he loves you, how much he treasures you and that he'll take care of you forever. that you're his soulmate, begs you drunkenly not to leave him and be his forever, to stay with him and love him and let him love you and spoil you. that he'll give you everything he has, materially, mind, body, and soul, everything is yours.

he promises that you're the only one for him now, that no one else will or could ever take your place and that he's always going to be yours in the end.

if this is what your first time is like.. jesus fucking christ, imagine him proposing to you.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

I’m an OG fan. I ship L/H but how ships are meant to be - your fave pairing, fun, fantasy, fandom activity, not something to discuss publicly much less with the celebs - but I never interacted much in fandom bc I disliked the bizarre obsession with ships being “real”. The “truth” of their sex/love lives is none of our business & was never their value to me. (i’d be much more interested in the truth about their friendships/coworker dynamics but we’ll never get it.) I drifted from the fandom when they went solo bc I saw how Harry was “Timberlake’ing”. No one seemed to see how calculated & ruthlessly ambitious he is, vapid, & fame obsessed. how he only befriends/dates rich, well-connected people. It’s refreshing to learn that blogs like yours exist - that people see him & see what he did to the other guys. Zayn, Louis, Liam - were all at times villainized and scapegoated while he’s treated like a naive princess who can do no wrong. His interviews are so pointless bc he never answers anything honestly. he’d never admit to being a cokehead who purposely deceived & fucked over the others to make sure he could launch his solo career without competition. Zayn tried to outmaneuver him but didn’t have the powerful team behind him & has too much integrity to ever be the kind of “star” Harry is. tbh I enjoy how much it irks harry that Zayn sees through him. It’s wild how sincere the others stayed, how they matured, how they have bigger priorities than money or fame. Harry mimicked Louis’ personality when they were younger, pretending he couldn’t wait to have kids & marry - when really he just wanted to be as rich, promiscuous, and famous as humanly possible. He bootlicks anyone in showbiz, so he has a glowing reputation in the industry - it’s laughable. “TPWK” unless it’s your bandmates who you can’t deign to acknowledge unless it benefits you - hosting SNL or winning an award? ok, mention the band so you get headlines. But like one of their promo posts or even follow them back on IG? heaven forbid, bc that won’t benefit him more than them. It shows his true character that he’s SO successful but still won’t be openly supportive or even seen with them. I don’t think he’s evil but I do think he’s lost to the industry… which is sad, bc there’s once a lot of sweetness there. His eyes have lost their sparkle; he traded it for “success”.

Hi anon,

I was reading this ask and nodding my head right along each sentence. A lot to unpack here, but mostly you’ve said everything I’ve tried to say. I’m not sure if anyone is listening, to be honest! Like you wrote, blogs who don’t worship Harry never become popular. So here I am talking to the air lol. Insanity.

I don’t think Harry is evil either. I think he realizes the trade-offs now, watching his ex-bandmates’ careers slowly build with intentions very different from his, their old ties fading to nothing except when tragedy yokes them back together. He has gazillions in wealth, industry kissing his feet, a lot of women (+ a few men) fantasizing about him, but nothing inside, the lights gone from his eyes years ago. It must feel awkward to stand next to his bandmates again?

Here’s the thing. I’m sure in every circumstance, forever for the foreseeable future, Louis is always going to be the bigger man and speak well of Harry. No matter how many times Louis refutes the idea of Larry, Louis has always said he’s proud of Harry, and I am sure he means it. 100%. No matter what Harry says or does, Louis considers him part of One Direction, his band, and that concept is sacrosanct to him. “We move as one.”

What Louis has in his heart is worth a million Manchester Co-ops. It is priceless. No one can take it away— no Kardashian money, no Rolling Stone cover, no Anna Wintour, no A-list actress or acting role. Nothing. What Louis has is the feeling of loyalty and unity that is the epitome of the song he wrote, Strong. “I don’t care, I’m not scared of love.” It’s not romantic love, at least not anymore, but what Louis describes in Only The Brave— the love that comes from the deepest pain, from uncomfortable truths, alienation, grief— broken beaks and dead birds— the love that requires moral courage. “Because love is only for the brave.” Louis earned it by going through fire, the love that endures because he chose to respect it, intentionally, over all the other things.

Last, Zayn’s intentionality is also transparent for those who open their eyes and see. I’m glad to see that Zayn is touring, and choosing to play the same smaller venues as Louis when he first started his tour. I’m also glad to see Louis communicating via social media. It’s not actual friendship, but a step! It means so much.

Louis and Zayn aren’t perfect people— far from it— but they chose to stay grounded and chose to preserve some part of their humanity. I know they haven’t always been their best selves. But who they are, especially who Louis is, is so endearing, and so inspiring.

[lovelytsunoda]

by my side // yuki tsunoda

a kitchen filled with the sounds of love and laughter

pasta always tastes sweeter when made together after a long week at work. all she wants is to bask in his sunshine. and hes all too glad to share his light with her

pairing: yuki tsunoda x reader

warnings: confessions of love, I guess? like none of these have serious warnings on them!!

she couldn't remember being this happy.

the sun was setting just past her window, a radio on the counter- yes, a real radio- playing the oldies station, u2's 'i still haven't found what i'm looking for' playing softly as the onions sizzled on the stove.

her cat nuzzles up against her bare ankle, purring softly as it pawed at her foot. yuki comes up behind her, wrapping his strong, warm arms around her body.

she had never felt more safe than she did in his arms.

"smells incredible, darling."

"yuki, i've barely done anything." she chuckled, reaching for the jar of tomato sauce. "you're the chef here, wanna give me a hand?"

"nope." yuki shook his head, his nose cold against her skin as he buried his face in her neck. they were the same height, a match made in awkward and adorable heaven.

she knew that it wouldn't last. yuki was way too particular about his kitchen. (well, this kitchen was hers) all it took was one pour of the tomato sauce jar for yuki to spring into action, gnetly prying the can from her hands.

"babe." he pouted. "that's not how you do it. you're going to get pasta sauce all over yourself."

"that's the yuki i know." she smiled, slipping out of his arms to pick up her cat from the ground. "take it away, romeo."

yuki laughed, moving to stand in front of the stove, stirring the sauce as it boiled. “technically, agatha christie shouldn’t even be in the kitchen.”

she faked a pout, looking at the shorthair cat in her arms. “hear that, agatha? he’s trying to kick you out of your own kitchen!”

yuki made a face before scratching agatha behind the ears and turning back to the stove. giggling to herself, she tiptoed out of the kitchen with agatha christie in her arms, placing the cat back on her climbing fairy tree. yuki had helped her out it together on their third date, right after coffee and dog yoga (she always took her coffee sweet, iced and with milk and caramel syrup).

she never thought she would be this lucky. yuki was the sweetest man she’d ever met, and the best cook. it was like dating a best friend. even the most mundane tasks felt like bug things with him: going out for ice cream, pushing a shopping cart around ikea.

she knew it was still early, but he knew her inside and out (physically and mentally) and she had never felt this way for anybody else before.

she was in love with yuki tsunoda.

and she didn't know how to tell him.

she watched for a moment as he lifted a large pot onto the countertop, the veins in his arms flexing as he did so (whoever said short guys weren't sexy was a goddamn liar).

"help me with the pasta, love?" yuki hummed, flicking the light over the stovetop on.

she smiled, turning up the radio before she grabbed the box of penne noodles from the counter. placing one hand on yuki's back, she stepped around him and kissed him softly on the lips. he hummed into it, a strong hand cradling her waist.

"i love you." she whispered. there was no plan to how she said it, no thought that crossed her mind where she thought 'i have to tell him'. three simple words that made all the difference, spoken like they were a normal thing for them.

yuki smiled. "i love you." he said softly, his lips brushing over hers, breath warm on her skin.

she pulled away briefly to turn the gas stove on, the blue fames warming the bottom of the water pot. she stepped away from the stove, bringing yuki with her as the song changed, a slow, romantic ballad beginning to play.

"i love this song." she smiles, reaching for yuki's hands. "dance with me?"

"always." he beamed, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before they began to sway, inxs playing in the background.

she wouldn't have it any other way. it was moments like this that she dreamed of when she was younger. the small ones: cooking with the man that she loved, taking breaks to bask in each other's light, dancing to oldies music in the kitchen with nobody else around.

tired of watching from the sidelines, agatha christie jumped down from her perch, padding into the kitchen and nuzzling at yuki's leg. the couple paused their gentle dance, laughing as yuki reached down to pick up the cat.

"did somebody get jealous? you have to learn how to share your mom, agatha. because i have a feeling i'm going to be around a lot more often." yuki hummed, scratching behind agatha's ears.

the cat purred softly, burrowing into his black t-shirt.

"see, she loves you already." she giggled, using her phone to take a quick picture of the moment. she felt so content, so fulfilled. this was everything she had ever wanted in her quiet little life and more,

"not more than you do, i hope."

"never in a million years. i love you, yuki tsunoda." she laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @lorarri @cartierre @thatsdemko @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @diorleclerc

[user2772636]

Mr. Beauty and Brains

A chicken shop date

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An interview with a famous philosophy professor who gained fame from being one of the youngest in his field and being an attractive one, too. Is an interview for a first date too much?

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Professor!Joseph Descamps x Interviewer!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Yes, this is in direct reference to Amelia Dimoldenberg's Chicken Shop Date.

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Joseph Descamps was just a normal philosophy professor. He taught at an English university, a bit far from home, but it pays well.

Emphasis on was.

When one of his students posts a video of him with the caption, "When your philosophy teacher is your age," he goes from living a normal life to worldwide news.

Everyone commented on his young age, yes, but they mostly comment on how good-looking he was. Back in France, he wasn't really considered good-looking. More so "mid-looking." He guesses it's him growing out his hair.

So, maybe, just maybe, when you were scrolling through your news feed and found the man in an article called "Young and beautiful: Philosophy professor gains fame," you thought to interview him.

It would benefit you and your fans. Your fans because they seem to be interested in the man, too, and you because your channel can grow. Plus, a date with beauty and brains? Who would turn that down?

So when you got in contact with him, asking for a date-interview, expecting him to say no, he surprisingly agreed.

There you were now in that chicken shop, ready for a date with the hot philosophy professor. What could go wrong?

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"I actually watch your videos." Joseph says casually, dipping his fries into some ketchup and nibbling it down. Though he teaches in London, his french accent is very audible.

"Really?" I ask in disbelief. I didn't know professors, especially pretty ones like him, watched videos like mine.

"Yeah. That's why I agreed." He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "I saw your text and didn't believe it. I was in the middle of my class, my students were taking an exam, and then suddenly, your name popped up. I literally stood up from my chair in shock. Ask one of thosw kids, they'll tell you."

I laugh at the situation, then act unsurprised. "Oh, yeah, well, I tend to give people that reaction. You know, Jude Bellingham quite literally passed out."

He laughs out loud, whipping his head back. When he regains composure, he asks a question that gets me weak in the knees, and I'm already sitting down.

"Yeah?"

Fuck, he sounded good. It's weird to think he's a teacher.

"Yeah."

"Well, anyone would if it's a date with you." I smile slightly, blush coating my cheeks.

"I know."

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"I heard you used to model." He chuckles, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I did. Just needed to pay for my own education." He tilts his head, smiling up at me. Why is he so cute?

"That's cool. I mean, you are pretty tall." I shrug, keeping my act up. He smiles at this even more.

"Why do you act like that?" He asks, voice low.

"Like what?" I act dumb, nibbling on my food.

"Like you hate me." I squint, looking to the side.

"Well, what if I do?" I raise my eyebrows in question.

"You don't." He's right. I don't.

"How are you so sure?" I clear my throat, the tension in the air thick.

"I just do." He leans back in his chair. "But that's alright. Turns me on."

"Yeah, I totally hate you." He laughs a breath, and I roll my eyes with a smile.

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"What's your type?" I ask, sipping on my drink.

"Um, probably smart girls. I like them smart." He nods, and I nod along.

"Well, not to brag or anything, but I competed in maths all throughout high school." I purse my lips, shrugging. He leans in with endearment.

"Did you really?" He seems so eager. I'm suddenly thankful for all of the late nights I stayed up during my school years.

"Yup. Nothing special." I take a bite of my chicken, and Joseph only stares with wide eyes and a half open mouth.

"That's... That's fucking hot." He leans back, wiping a hand on his face.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." He chuckles briefly, leaning back in with his arms on the table.

"Oh God, marry me." It was my turn to laugh. When he doesn't laugh with me, my smile drops.

"Are you serious? Why?" I furrow my brows, genuinely confused. This beautiful and smart man in front of me wants to marry me?

"Cause I'm in love with you? I mean, I got a job early in my age, maybe I should get married early, too." He shrugs as if it were simple.

"In your dreams, Mr. Descamps." He licks his lips with a smile, and I almost melt.

"I was hoping for an "I do", but that works, too. I'll dream about you." Why does he have to talk like this. Damn the french.

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When I get reminded of the fact there's a camera crew neside us recording every single interaction, I secretly wish they hadn't captured the way his knees touched mine under the table, or how his fingers fiddled with the tips of mind when both our hands were on the table.

We were about to say goodbye, when-

"Can I get your number?" Joseph asks, towering over me with his hands in his pockets. I was gonna say yes a million times, then pull him in to make out with me, but that's a bit too much. Some teasing might work.

"What, you want another interview?" I ask, smiling a bit up at him.

"No. But I won't mind it. I just want you." I blush at this, my legs feeling jelly again, worse now that I'm stood up.

"Sure, whatever, I don't care." He hands me his phone, and I jot the number down, not failing to notice the name,"Mrs. Descamps" placed on the contact already. I don't stop it.

"I'll text, I promise." He purses his lips, looking at me with genuinity. I smile softly, kissing his cheek.

"I know you will." I get up on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.

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So, you may or may not be on the top most tweets on the internet, name next to Joseph's on the tag, "#MrDescampsCSD."

After the video was posted, people started shipping you. They gave you the ship name "J-Y/N." You wouldn't say it bothered you, because it doesn't.

And yes, the media caught you kissing his cheek. And yes, they think you're dating. But who's dumb enough to believe that?

"Chérie?" A voice calls out from your flat's corridor, followed by the door closing and keys dropping on the table.

"In here!" I shout from my place on the couch. I feel lips press on my temple.

"Half day today, I told you. I'm making lunch." Joseph Descamps says as he peeks at what you're reading.

"What's J-Y/N?" He squints his eyes at the screen, trying to read a bit more. I pull the phone from his sight, sitting up.

"Nothing you need to worry about, joli. Come here." I stand up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Always, after work, no matter what time he gets off, he'll receive a hug and more from me.

He sighs deeply, loosely wrapping his arms around my waist and inhaling my scent.

"I needed this."

"You always do." I kiss his hair, swaying absentmindedly.

Okay, you have to admit, it's pretty cool thinking that you were just interviewing him and now you live in the same place. He was only a professor before he met you. Now he's in love.

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This is so cutesy. Also made this bcs of lando. Like ik im late asf but atleast its smth 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[iwashie]

“LIFE IS SWEET AS VANILLA IS” BLLK FACULTY

📌 noel noa, marc snuffy, chris prince, lavinho, julian loki

･ﾟﾟ･｡ warnings- gn!reader, sugar bby!reader, sugar daddy!bllk faculty, 18+ characters, implicit mentions of alcohol, parties, marriage, sex, age gap, reader is cited as pretty/cute baby.

💵 “Would you be my baby tonight? I can be your baby tonight! All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby!” LAVINHO.

Don’t get attached to this man. All he wants is to party with the most beautiful and you are just another cute little face among several others in the middle of the party, feeling his arms around your waist and neck. He will kiss you in front of everyone at the party, in the park, in the dark night, anywhere. He is not afraid to show you, just like his other babies. His love is a nine-day wonder. The days with him are full of luxurious car rides to the most expensive places, expensive shopping, flash cameras here and there, laughter and make out in public, showing you off to everyone. The nights with him are full of desire, warm kisses, light hands, sweaty and glued bodies, moans and whispers, fun in public places like swimming pools, parking lots, against glass from ceiling to floor. Life with him is here and now, pure fun, golden and silver in everything, but don’t get attached because today he is with you and tomorrow he is with another. He has a catalog of cute sugar babies wanting a piece of him.

💵 “Money is the anthem of success and I’m your national success! Hand on the back of my neck. I say ‘Can we party later on?’, he said ‘yes, yes’. Heaven’s in your eyes. God, you’re so handsome!” CHRIS PRINCE.

Get used to the display. He loves to show off and will do the same to you, his hand always on your neck, showing belonging. You’re his alone. Life with him revolves around flash cameras, parties, expensive places, pictures of you two on the front page and all over the internet. He loves his beautiful baby and will do anything for you- mansion, jewelry, fame, cars, travel, expensive food and drink, whatever you want he gives you, he just asks you to be the coolest next to him. Your paradise is surrounded by strange voices and faces, golden and loud laughter. The fun never ends. You’ve found God in blue eyes, blonde hair, his money, and the flashbulbs of beautiful cameras—you’ve learned to like the display just like him. “Tell me, am I glamorous?” You being beautiful and staying with him, nothing else matters. Get ready for the photos on social media displaying the luxurious life and the perfect relationship of you. Images of the body can not miss. He likes yachts and water because he can show off his shaped body and cute baby by his side, his hand on your thigh and ass. The days and nights with him revolve around lights hovering over you. The fun with him is full of passionate kisses, hands on the body, some mark to show territory, but never exaggerated so as not to spoil the beauty of your body. Remember to smile and wave, cute baby.

💵 “Am that pretty that you dream of? All those little times your said I’m your pretty, you make me feel like your entire world. I can’t deny the way he holds my hand, and he grabs me. He has me by my heart.” NOEL NOA.

This man loves you with every bit of his body. He never looks at others because he has the baby he has always dreamed of by his side. He likes to keep your relationship private, but he took you on in a few months of dating and plans to marry you, have kids and a pet, have his family. Everything you ask, he gives you without problems, everything for his beloved. Life with him has flashes of cameras, clothes, cars, rides and rich parties, but he lives in the lull—likes to take you in private places or close the place to the two of you only. He’s a family man- he likes to spend time with you, whether it’s cooking, watching movies, talking, having dates at home like wine at night or just lying with you. The days, nights and fun with him are discreet, just the two of you and your spacious room or house, likes to shower together, calm kisses, strong hands, worship you as his only salvation, rough and passionate moments, sweaty and glued bodies, whispers and a lot of passion.

💵 “He loves me. He gives all his money. That Gucci, Prada, yacht, caviar and oysters, trips. He knows ho to spoil me, my sugar daddy.” JULIAN LOKI.

This man loves to show up with his young, beautiful baby. Ah, the rich youth. No one above his baby. It’s you and only you. A life full of parties, luxury, cars, trips, events, photos, good food and drink. Life surrounded by young money. He doesn’t care if you want things in private or public; he does everything you ask. The days and nights with him are full of rides, parties, rich people, engine noise from expensive cars in races and especially in F1, poses for photos with rich society, vacations on private islands, photos with champagne on the yacht, you on his lap and his hands on your leg, the white smile shining brighter than the jewels on your neck. The fun with him is calm and passionate, foreheads glued and holding hands, fervent kisses, full attention on his cute baby and how many times you put up with it.

💵 “In my dreams, I’ve a plan. If I got me a wealthy man… I’ve finally found you and my life is sweet as cinnamon. Heaven is a place on earth with you.” MARC SNUFFY.

This man loves you more than anything. He has the most beautiful baby next to him, but also a friend, a confidant, a future. You are much more than a cute face to be shown. He would create a money castle if you asked. Life with him is surrounded by old Italian money and the youth wealth- parties in any corner of the world with all kinds of people, but nothing like Sundays at home with family and friends. Holidays in Italy- car rides with your hair in the wind, yacht parties and Italian summer. He doesn’t mind showing affection in public, prefers private things, but can’t help the hand on your lower back and ass or a warm kiss here and there. You always appear together in the photos and you can show the shiny engagement ring. He likes quiet moments at home, just the two of you or people close to him, likes to dance around the house, old movies at night, your food and affection. The fun with him is calm and sensual, likes to have his time with you, calm kisses and strong hands, likes to leave marks on you and make you shiver with his touches, prefers a fun on four walls, but sometimes a quickie in a secluded place, in the car or in the water is also fun for him.

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[venuswarmlight]

National Anthem | Miguel O'hara X Male! Reader

I always think about Lana's monologue and I thought it would be cute to make an scenario with Miguel O'hara about this. ANYWAY I WROTE THIS AT 2AM AND IT HAS BAD SPELLING AND BAD THINGS YKYKY

Summary: Reader is a singer (LIKE, LANA DEL REY BUT MASC) who's dating Miguel. But they don't talk too much because of their works... Lucky him, because he went to his concert tonight.

Warnings: I think none.. There's mentions of sex.

Your voice was angelical, you were angelical, an angel sent from above just to bring the humans what heaven sounds like, you had the beauty of a Sapphire, the body of a Greek God, the voice of a mermaid, all in one, it was like you were born to create masterpieces, and it showed itself on your career, until you reached the fame and met Miguel, your current boyfriend, it's been three years since you know him, and still feeling butterflies for him, unfortunately, he was a busy man, you didn't know too much about his life, but the fact that he was just like the fire in person, flamboyant, hothead and with a passion for expressing himself without knowing the damage he could cause. Of course, he wasn't here, and despite it makes your heart crack in million pieces, you still love him, and trust him no matter what.

You grabbed the microphone and started singing what you writed for your lover a while ago, thinking about Miguel, his sharp eyes, his big hands touching your waist, his pointy teeth marking your skin, his raspy voice with a cocky tone, everything you did was for him.. Your voice come across the crowd, your feelings flushing against your soul, the air blowing in front of you, your eyes were looking in the people for his face, hoping he would be there somewhere, but there would be no signal, although his big presence.

“Tell me I'm your National Anthem..” You whispered, while letting the people sing for you as you hum for them.

The minutes passed and you saw a prominent figure above the campus, you couldn't recognize it because it was so far away, so you didn't mind. And as the staff was giving the best of themselves in the instrumental, you were about to finish the start of a new era with a monologue, something you wrote just for him.

“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me.. We both knew it right away, and as the years went on things got more difficult.”

You remembered when you first saw him, in a coffee shop, at morning, a single touch that changed everything, your eyes met him, as he smiled, confident. You and Miguel were like Earth and Water, Capricorn and Cancer, complementing each other, fulfilling each other, knowing what the other wants, besides all the fights you two got because of your different lives, you loved him with all your life, not just sexually, but romantically.

“I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning, he was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it, when he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him, he was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself, I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him”

Miguel was charming, and everybody knew him, he was the kind of man that everyone would like to have, he had the body, the personality, the vibe, he was everything, and the fact that he just looked down at you made you crazy, made you desire him more, and despite he was this mysterious man, with his mysterious secrets, you still fell for him.. Sometimes, you thought he was just busy and he deserved to have a rest far away from everyone, sometimes you thought that it would be better if he just escaped with you and show him all of the amazing things you could do to him, and sometimes you thought you were just an overthinker.. Because you knew that it would be hard to stay with a man like him.. Because a cold man with a logical brain, that stays stuck in the reality with his hands, will never make happy a prince like You that lives on the clouds and dreams with happy endings.

“And in that way I.. Understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.”

You repeat multiple times, sobbing and wishing he could listen to your feelings, to your inner poet that just wanted to be listened, but couldn't because his mind was paying attention to other things, things that were more important than you.

You gave up on the idea of him seeing you right now, your hopes were crushed like a million stars, sparkling and dancing, and finished with the last sentence.

“And I still love him, I love him.”

You left the scenario with tears running down your cheeks and your nose all red because of the suffering, not knowing that the big figure that was standing in top of the state from above the campus was him, but dressed as someone else.. Dressed as the hero who always took care of you when you were walking on the noght streets alone, who looked after you in every single presentation, who wanted to tell you that your concept was amazing, who wanted to tell you that you were amazing.

[demonologue]

Two Narcissists Walk into a Bar

More bloodweave fanfiction. Inspired by this screen cap:

Twinned Spell

Summary: Astarion and Gale make their own fun at Sharess' Caress.

Sometimes Astarion liked to watch Gale when no one was looking. It wasn’t because he had any sort of feeling for the famed wizard. Had they enjoyed one another’s company since that astral journey a tenday ago? Yes. But it had been sex, pure and simple, and both of them were just fine leaving it at that. Companionship was not something that Astarion desired. He could quit Gale any time he wanted. 

And it wasn’t as though Astarion cared if any of the others saw him watching Gale. The trouble was, Gale didn’t seem to watch him anymore. So Astarion was not about to be caught doing it when Gale wasn’t doing it. Besides, Astarion liked to maintain plausible deniability, always. 

The trouble was, for someone who was usually blunt and to the point, Gale had been giving mixed signals of late. Around the others, he showed little more than a polite benevolence where Astarion was concerned. But when they were alone, he was often far more interested in the vampire spawn. Affectionate was a word he might have used to describe their nights reading together in Gale’s tent, but that was not a word Astarion just bandied about. And then there was the fact Gale did things to Astarion. Things no one had ever done to him before. And that was worth noting. Intellectually, of course. 

Tonight at Sharess’ Caress, Gale’s usual polite, mild manner indicated he did not mind their surroundings, but his expression showed that he disapproved of Tav’s decision to take one of the drow twins upstairs. Meanwhile, this was the first thing Tav had done in days which Astarion actually approved of. It was high time the holier-than-thou druid got his crank turned by someone. Who knew? Maybe it would loosen him up a bit. But why was Gale’s formidable brow drawn down? In some ways, Astarion had to admit, Gale was terribly old fashioned. He rather liked that, most of the time. It made Astarion feel young. 

While he pondered these things, Jaheira had gone to gather what information she could from other patrons at the bar. That left just the two of them. Astarion nodded toward an empty table up the stairs. “No sense standing around waiting for him to finish his ten seconds in heaven. They usually stock a vaguely palatable vintage here.” 

Now Gale had that glazed look in his eye that meant he’d overexerted himself again physically but refused to say so in case anyone suspected him of not being able to keep up with the group. They had been walking for most of today without a break. Astarion carefully leaned into Gale’s field of vision and offered a charming smile. “Care to join me? When I drink alone in these sorts of establishments, I’m usually propositioned sooner rather than later, and I’d just as soon not deal with any of that today.”

At that, Gale seemed to come to. “What? Ah. Yes. It would be my pleasure to serve as your…” 

No. Was he about to define their relationship? “Drinking companion?” Astarion volunteered, before the silence went on too long.

“Unwanted advance-deterrent?” Gale offered. 

“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds like a date.” Pleased, Astarion sauntered over to the table. 

“A date.” Gale verbally pondered the word, his tone indicating he was not quite sure what it meant.

“Care to buy a devastatingly handsome elf a drink?” 

Gale made a show of looking around the tavern. “I may consider it. Where is he?” 

“Oh, har, har. How droll.” But Astarion was vaguely amused in spite of himself. Gale’s old man sense of humor was growing on him. 

The wizard sat down with an audible sigh of relief and removed his wide-brimmed hat, placing it on the table. “And what do you suppose said elf would find tolerable to drink?” 

Astarion strategically chose the seat next to him and leaned one elbow on the table, getting comfortable. “Well, I’ve heard there’s a lovely aged Waterdhavian vintage here with just a touch of Netherese spice to it.”

“Astarion.” Gale surprised him by boldly placing his hand over the rogue’s off-hand. “I’ve told you, and I’m firm in this: you may not drink my blood.” 

Astarion pouted, but he could feel the warmth in his cheeks at such a public display of affection. “Fine. I suppose just wine will do.”

“Very well.” Gale took his hand back to signal the barmaid. “Don’t sulk,” he said, after she’d taken their order. “You’ll get frown lines.” 

“But I can’t get frown lines,” Astarion said, immediately concerned. “I don’t age!”

“Ah.” Gale observed him quietly for a few moments. “Then I withdraw my statement.” 

“You bastard!” Astarion didn’t like the way that pause had felt. “Do I have frown lines?” He reached up to touch his face, trying to feel for any wrinkles. “If I do, you have to tell me. You know I can’t see my own face!” 

“Calm yourself, friend.” Gale began to move his hands in that way that meant he was casting a spell, and suddenly there was an illusion of Astarion’s face looking back at him from across the table. At least, he thought it was his face. It looked quite familiar. 

“Is that what I look like?” he asked, leaning forward for a closer look. 

“For the most part,” Gale said. “So far as art can imitate life.” 

Astarion studied his face carefully. “I don’t have frown lines!” 

“I might have taken a few liberties. Notice that I portrayed you smiling.” 

“I smile,” Astarion said, offended. “Constantly!”

“Like right now, perhaps?” 

Astarion’s pout turned into a scowl. “Well I would be if you hadn’t ruined a perfectly good date by bringing up frown lines.” The barmaid arrived with their wine and Astarion snatched his glass from the tray. 

Gale thanked her and gave a large tip to make up for Astarion’s ill-temper. “Shall I dismiss it?” he asked.

“I’m not finished looking at myself yet.” Astarion rested his chin on his fist, examining the illusion. 

“Perhaps I should leave the two of you alone,” Gale suggested, making as if to get up from the table. 

“No.” Astarion put one leg up across the wizard’s lap, preventing him from leaving. “Gorgeous as this fellow is, I’m not half done with you.” 

“Well,” Gale said, raising his glass. “I suppose I have but to wait then.” 

“Do you think my nose is too long?” Astarion asked, pinching and fussing over it. 

Gale considered this. Perhaps he was just thinking of the right way to answer. “I think it is the exact size it should be in proportion to the rest of your face.”   

“That’s easy for you to say,” Astarion said. “You can just grow a beard to distract from whatever you might have going on.” And a sexy beard it was, too. Not that Astarion was going to tell him so.

The pause that preceded Gale’s amused smile said everything. “I’ve always found facial hair can cover a world of sins.” 

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” Astarion huffed. “Of course you’re quite handsome.” 

“Are you sure of that?” Gale asked, teasing. “There might be anything hiding under this beard.” 

“Stop.” Astarion leaned forward, stroking his fingers through the sexy beard in question. “Don’t force me to be honest in public.” 

“Perish the thought.” But Gale was smiling. 

“If you’re going to keep teasing me, I need more wine,” Astarion announced. 

“By all means.”  

Two bottles later, it wasn’t just Astarion’s leg stretched across Gale’s lap. With both of his arms curled around the wizard’s shoulders, Astarion seemed to have made himself quite comfortable there. “Diverting as this is,” Gale began, when Astarion finally let him up for air, “have a care for my poor knees?”  

The vampire was quite put out, but he did carefully extricate himself from Gale’s lap. “Fine. But we will revisit this…later,” he growled. If Gale thought he was going to get away with teasing Astarion’s love for exhibition and then stopping cold, he was sadly mistaken. 

The wizard nodded cordially. “Then I shall consider myself invited to your tent this evening.” 

Astarion’s only answer was a promising smolder. Time to change the subject. “What’s taking Tav so long?” he complained, taking out his ire on his usual target. “I gave him five minutes at most.” 

“In my experience, it’s wise not to underestimate a professional.” 

“In your experience?” Why did the thought of Gale with a ‘professional’ make his belly writhe so? “With whom?” 

“Any number of professionals,” the wizard replied blandly. “Butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. The employees of Sharess’ Caress are no different in their professionalism.” 

Teasing, then. Again. “Gale Dekarios. You really are…something.” It charmed and aggravated Astarion both at once. 

“I’ve always thought so,” Gale said modestly. “Would you mind going to the bar and getting me another?” He raised his empty tumbler. 

Astarion was annoyed to find the barmaid seemed to have disappeared. “Alright. But don’t tell Tav I’ve been doing any favors. I don’t want him to get the wrong impression of me.” 

Gale’s knowing smirk was a perfect compliment to his sexy beard. “You have my word.”

As Astarion turned to walk away, an invisible hand touched him in a way so unexpected, he nearly leapt into the rafters. He whirled around, aroused and furious. “Do that again, Gale, and I don’t give a damn about your poor knees, I will have you on this very table.”

The wizard returned an innocent look. “Is there something wrong, Astarion?” 

“Just wait until we’re back at camp,” Astarion said. “You have no idea what–” His threat was cut off by the crash of a glass bottle hitting the ground.

Gale looked at the bottle he’d just dropped like a cat who has knocked a glass from a table. “Rough tempest." He shrugged. "Would you mind fetching a broom from that cupboard over there?”

“Do I look like the help?” Astarion snapped. 

“Hardly,” Gale replied. “Now please do as I’ve asked.”

It took Astarion several deep breaths and a silent death wish to realize Gale must be up to something. That piqued his curiosity, so he did go over to the broom cupboard, but with no intentions of helping clean. He’d no sooner set foot inside than the door snapped shut behind him. 

“Wot in the hells–?” But any expletive he may have been about to utter quickly disappeared from Astarion’s lips as the mage hand that had assaulted him earlier made a reappearance. And it was not alone. 

*

Gale listened stoically as Astarion’s exclamation of surprise from inside the cupboard turned to moans of pleasure and gradually evolved into shouts of ecstasy. His melodious voice grew louder and louder until it began to draw attention, even in the crowded brothel. Gale sipped his Chultan Fireswill slowly, savoring both Astarion and his drink while making certain the arcane lock on the door to the cupboard remained untouched. 

Few wizards had the brilliance, talent or mastery to cast mage hand as a twinned spell. But then, Gale of Waterdeep was not just any wizard.   

[lettucehouse]

The Fame Monster - revisiting albums

There are times I can only listen to five old disjointed songs on repeat and others where I am thirsty for the unfamiliar. Revisiting The Fame Monster was a moment of wanting both.

I LOVE music videos and Bad Romance at age 11 was the beginning. This album is full of her biggest hits that are painted with nostalgia of the 2010s (Alejandro, Telephone, Just Dance etc.) and the melodies, rather than the stories, are deeply remembered by me.

I'm not about to say anything that hasn't been said before, after all this is an almost 15 year old album. I am only a casual listener of music.

The Fame Monster

The Fame Monster is a masterclass in injecting catchy electropop with authenticity and a dark gothic theme. This album is an addition to The Fame with the first “side” being eight new songs and the second being The Fame. It pulls back the curtain on the glitz and the glam and instead Gaga's struggles are on full display.

Mixed in with those, as you would expect, dance-y vocals and melodies, is Gaga singing about a boy who "ate my heart" and "I wanna just dance, but he took me home instead" on Monster. Not so subtly alluding to a man who has sexually assaulted her yet she wonders "Could I love him?" Gaga wanting to salvage relationships that may not be good for her seem to be a common theme in the first half of this album. Bad Romance, although a more dominant and in-control tone for Gaga, is still talking about an unstable relationship. Whereas in Speechless, there's a sense of hopelessness that the other person is giving up and Gaga is in disbelief.

Speechless sets up the tone for the next part of the album, as a power ballad. Extremely theatrical, emotional and is a refreshing display of Gaga's vocals.

The second half of the album starts with talking about Gaga's own “monsters.” In Dancing in the Dark, an almost somber song where she sings about a glamorous but insecure woman. She's afraid of showing her self in the light and wants to "dance in the dark."

So Happy I Could Die is a flowy and sweet pop song with a sexual overtones about how alcohol makes her feel "so happy I could die." I love the progression of giving into the starry eyed feelings of being at a club, but something's not quite right.

Finally, the album ends with Teeth a vampy, pounding, march about desire with clear references to BDSM.

I love the frequent references to literal monsters. I love the vivid stories she tells in the songs. They progress through a night out or as feeling change. She is able to sing about very personal and interesting topics with insanely fun production. The songs feel multidimensional and real.

The Fame

I'm not going to say much here except this is such a fun 2010s pop album. Boys, money, parties, music, sex, drugs, beauty wrapped together in varying fun production. It really never gets boring! AND it's very cohesive. Honestly, I can hear some 2nd Gen Kpop starting to get inspiration from this style. Also her sound has held up surprisingly well for how dated some 2010s music sounds now. I hear a lot of current girlypop and emopop referencing this style.

For some of the less listened to songs on this album1, I really enjoy Beautiful Dirty Rich, Disco Heaven and Boys Boys Boys.

Conclusion

Maybe people in their 20s get a calling to make art. This album feel inspired, someone bursting at the seams to express themselves and I love that I'm here in my 20s getting to consume it!

I think a lot of current pop stars could take note of how Gaga is able to write about herself with such vivid imagery and tight themes, without being overly corny. Not for Rina Sawayama to catch a stray here, but this but this was an issue I felt about her latest album Hold The Girl. Also a pop album about her struggles but so full of cliche, pandering platitudes and boring production like a diary entry or a therapist doing CBT rather than a song.

There's a hunger to Gaga at the time. When I experienced her rise to fame, this was the reality of stardom. Eye-catching costumes, meat dress shock, running towards the light. I think it made for an incredibly strong and sincere piece of mainstream work. Gaga's true feelings punctuated by theatrics, visuals, and imagery. And maybe this was just one of the ways she thought of to achieve fame but I truly believe the sincerity is still under all of that.

Although I think Gaga has lost some of her soul a bit in recent years, but it's understandable, your late 30s are not the same as your 20s.

Plus she's rich now.

Love that Spotify's UI has gotten so bad it's making only want to listen to albums.

P.S. maybe I was really meant to be 25 in 2011 because why am I making posts like this on tumblr in 2024

P.P.S It's harder to be hungry when you're rich - as in maybe this is her true self.

I mean her least listened to song (Disco Heaven) still has 14.8 million streams but still compared to Poker Face's 1.2 billion it's less listened to. 

[foxydivaxx]

Sanji: Chronicles Of King Nasty Chapter 1

This fanfic is sort of Sanji’s memoir with a twist. How? Just read on.

Ezreal sighs as he stares at the book in his hands. He was still in rehab and has yet to get out. His former manager sent him this book, a memoir by his idol, Sanji.

He was skeptical as he thought he knew everything about the man. He remembers meeting him when he was 5 years old. He smiles at that memory. Did he mention it in this book?

Sanji was 15 at the time. 13 years have passed since then. He was this close to becoming a pop star until his dreams came crashing down about 3 years ago. Ezreal is now 18 and confused as hell.

He might as well get started. The book was a black paperback with Sanji’s photo on it. He opens it and reads the first page:

Everyone thinks they know it all. The glitz, the glamour, the fame. They believe every tabloid headline as gospel truth forgetting that every celeb they hold to fucked up pedestals are fucking humans with real feelings…

“So true,” says Ezreal. He then starts getting flashbacks to his debut. He had the hottest single at the time. But there was a problem; his stupid record label was at odds with his vision for himself. His drug addiction worsened during that period and that greatly affected his performances as well. Now he wonders how Aogiri and Sangi did it back then. Did they face the same industry bullshit he faced? He is already getting sucked into the story with just that first paragraph. Damn, he is good at this.

Now I am sure y’all are wondering why I am even bothering to write this book. Truth is, I have so much to get off my chest. So much has happened over the years, that some of you might have heard of but never fully understood. Time to unpack the load. And yes this is me addressing my stupid father who thought he could get away with his latest publicity stunt. No bitch!! We have given you enough chances but you keep on blowing it!! This shit ends now!!

In order to understand how all this shit, how about we start all the way from the beginning? Now most of you may already know that my father is Judge Vinsmoke, a rap legend and frontrunner for World’s Shittiest Father and Husband….

Ezreal pauses here. He did not know that Judge was Sanji’s dad as Sanji used a completely different legal name back in the day. Now he understands why. He remembers seeing an interview with Judge where Judge called Sanji a chipmunk and talentless bimbo. Imagine calling your son that on live television. Thankfully, Sanji put him on blast a couple weeks later.

On the other side, we have my beloved mother, the legendary Miss Sora Bernard, one of the greatest popstars on Earth and an amazing mother to boot.

Why am I bringing them up? Well, our story here begins with both of them. Way before Your Truly was born, the both of them were the hottest couple in town at the time.

Starting off dating in their teens, they were seen as a match made in Heaven. But appearances can be deceiving, a lesson this fucked industry keeps teaching me.

You see, that old man was a nasty piece of shit. Mum got pregnant for him when they were 18 but the bastard forced her to abort the child in her bathroom whilst playing a guitar, claiming that the music would soothe the pain...

Ezreal gasps upon reading that. No wonder Sanji turned out the way he did. It all started from here. He knows about Sanji's mum as he talks about the woman a lot and he even met her at the fan sign event where he met Sanji, she seemed like a sweet lady. Hard to believe that this woman went through hell raising her kids.

He even threatened to ruin her career should word get out, and the poor woman complied. I am saying this because so many women out there are suffering in silence because of bastards like him.

Eventually they got married when she was just 21. A year later, she gave birth to my older sister, Reiju. The following year, she got pregnant again. They thought it was just one boy, but it turned out to be four.

Ezreal raises an eyebrow. So that old man was that nasty! Why would you threaten a woman like that and even force her to terminate her pregnancy?! No wonder the man treats his kids like shit. He knows that Sanji has 3 brothers. He has met them before and they are nice guys and a bit crazy like Sanji himself.

Father was the one that named all of us because in his delusional mind, he is the head of the house and there we his kids are his property. Yes we are not humans but rather we are mere products, not so different from the industry we operate in. How ironic.

“He has a point.” Considering his recent hellish experience, he gets what Sanji was trying to say there. His record label and pretty much every single major record label do not respect artistes. Instead, they treat artistes as products that they can use and discard.

When his label decided to drop him, it made front page news worldwide. It was all over social media and a lot of people got a kick out of mocking him and his supposed downfall.

Becomes ironic as his idol went through another media shitstorm recently regarding his personal life and went incognito soon afterward and then this book gets released. Maybe this book is meant to address all the shit people have been saying about him and Zoro.

He has yet to have a dating scandal but man Sanji went through shit. Wait...could this book be a manual of sorts for broken idols?

We were given numbers in our names to reflect dad’s sick ideology and also to identify each child as we the quadruplets looked so much alike when we were little.Like same blonde hair and eyes. Even Mother got confused at times.

The first few years were weird but still normal. Mum was the only parent involved in our lives. Father never gave a shit and was busy riding around town, fucking any woman he saw, and spending cash recklessly. Now bitches wonder how we got broke. Well, that is the fucking answer!!

Thank goodness for my siblings. We had each other and were always there for each other. We would always play and mess around. It was during those early years my talents began to reveal themselves. I was singing Mum’s song one day and everyone just froze. I remember being confused. “Why are you staring like that?” i did not realize that I was blessed with talent till mother told me. 

Ever since that day, I began participating in talent shows. What made me determined to be the star that I would become is seeing Doflamingo performing on the Late Show. His charisma and swagger won me over. I began to listen to his songs and would copy his dance moves and style.

Ezreal howled with laughter. That sounds like his own story too. How relatable. He often envied those that had siblings as he was an only child. That plus his parents split after he was born.

Singing was a coping mechanism for him so he would often sing to himself and make himself feel better and forget whatever bullshit had happened that day.

He smiles fondly as he remembers his younger years when he would be singing into his makeshift mike which was his brush and he would dance to whatever popular song was hot at the time. He even participated in talent shows as well.

What made him want to become an artiste was watching Aogiri's debut music video 15 years ago. Sanji was the one that caught his attention that day. Those colored round glasses, the all-black leather outfit, his swag, everything won him. That caught his attention and he made his mother buy Aogiri's CDS and merch, thus becoming a super fan. He still has Aogiri posters on his wall.

My brothers and I were such cheeky little brats. Like, we always pranked Dad and made his life hellish and showed him his place in the house. Unfortunately, those innocent days came to a halt. When I was 8, my Father and mum got into a heated argument in the kitchen. I remember Reiju and Ichiji trying to drag me, Niji, and Yonji away from the room.

The next thing I knew, we heard a loud gunshot. We all froze as we saw Dad, towering over our mother, gun in hand pointed at her, and mum on the floor with blood all over the place.

Ezreal pauses as he feels his eyes begin to water. He does not know Sanji personally, but….no child deserves to go through that shit.

Reiju screamed whilst I rushed towards Mother and hugged her with tears in my eyes. I remember staring dad in the eyes despite my pain and saying to him, “Remember this day old fart because I will not rest until I become the greatest popstar this world has ever seen!! When I achieve that, I shall personally disgrace you and expose you for the evil bastard you truly are!!”

Before the old man can do anything, the police and paramedics arrive, and the bastard gets arrested. I would see that bastard until years after my debut. Mother survived that, but the incident still scars her to date. She filed for divorce from the old man and was granted custody of her kids and thus a new chapter begins….

Ezreal finished the first chapter that day. “Many would dismiss this as a plot from a movie. Yet it isn’t. Gonna read a chapter a day.”

[f0point5]

She wasn't going after just Max she was going after any f1 driver she could get. Daniil had a ferrari deal on the table, which is why she went after him. Then Max became popular so she went after him. She was also talking to Lando, apparently. She is not smart enough to be calculated enough to actually be wanting for Max, but she is still a groomer. I wouldn't be surprised if she got pregnant on purpose. Also, wtf is a 27 year old doing hanging out with an 18 year old. All the f1 man she has gone after, apart from Lewis, are younger than her. She goes after young guys who have a lot of fame and money and unstable lives so she can manipulate her way into their lives, and then she makes it public so that it's harder to brake up. Dont get it twisted she is a narcissist, and nobody should have to keep up with her.

Kika was also talking to Lando. Luisa went out with Mick. Laila tried for years to date a driver. This is not a new tactic, not in F1, not in any sport, not in any corporate office or upscale bar.

She was “hanging out” with him because he was friends with her brother. That was also in the vogue article. Heavens above.

Yes she probably is narcissistic (not A Narcissist because I’m not diagnosing people) but who isn’t in the Petri dish of well off wags? Who exactly do you all think Kika is going to be in her 30s? Probably a lot like Kelly.

Maybe she’s after young guys because she’s a bit of Meghan Markle. My opinion is she’s after young guys because she’s a fundamentally immature person. Her lifestyle is what I wanted my life to be at 23. God forbid I’m at night clubs at her age. But she likes that life, and to me that’s the life people lando/Max’s age live and that’s why she has an affinity with people that age.

Nobody should have to keep up with her? No one has to…and yet here we are

[nightguide]

Genetics and coding is not different when Arabic numerals don't clash in within roman numerals but when traditional systemisation of numbers become corrupt with heartbreak and slowly overtime, Dubai became a city famed for…. me right now. It's because classic numbering standards of use did not apply when the commodity of numbers became one with life and it doesn't end there

okay. number 8 is not standard english but what happens to when you look at the number before one because 0 and 0 are technically the same until they stand beside 1. and this is where it went

the number 0 does not exist but as the numbers follow on, they don't even tell you the whole story except what the hell is X and they have made humans philosophise the major question of humanity that never had a dream, so the numbers that followed out with X to no standard choice of living, no standard life or income is the reason why the world is in chaos, and i just wrote the simplest coding system known to man all because after Maghrib prayer on the 28/05/2024, i thought of coding as a simple 0101010 scheme when in all naturality, it dates back to the Greco age wondering the same thing about a simulation at large that processes answers which directly inherits the young wife of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) figuring out why people don't like each other.

okay, it's because the natural laws of coding stand with one next to nothing, all computer programmers know an index of lines and orders they type in to complete a CGI graphic of their life become so the 80's (biggest influence) were large on programming infographics about the world schemes right now to get to somewhere Keanu Reeves calls 'nothing' because the totalitarian of the world become became a pyramid scheme where now only the bottom set gets the worlds riches because the 1 empire stood small to a bottomless 0 when in reality, it's all X because X is now on Twitter putting her entire life to make everybody happy when the Matt Smith has to go and marry her, she found this out from his heart mind because he has to go and marry her.

the woman (me) is a world heartbreaker and computer programmer at large, her database logs to another multi-course infographics she leads on her Tumblr right now telling you how and why you should utilise your heart to make a one world government feel secure to touch, she promotes idealism with purity become with Islamic codex of honour, (that was a message from the last empress of Greece who figured out the totality of the world become)

the new code works in lifelike ways to attribute new system become, so have you noticed the number 0 acting like an 8?

8 1 0 2 3 4 5 6 7 9 10

it's because the world forgot to live and coding actually did create the new Eden it became now, heaven is reasoning when 1 combines with nothing (0) and it becomes nothing so we are just as fcked up qas we think we are because we think 1 comes after 8 because 8 is solid change to the number after 8 is nothing.

so the system changes by habitual expression when they know how to change their hearts so if programmers know how to reboot engines, they should use the new system to procreate designs that will use the new method to get them to space and is highly secure and functional to transform the Earth to new labels of AI, systems used to to manufacture accuracy in search and much more.

i can't wait to explain the metaphysical meaning to the new set of numbers used for coding that will transpire the world become. it's pretty much exciting

[daughterofruins]

Movie recommendations

Umm hi idk what you've watched or not but here it is

Hollywood:-

1. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

This movie is so good and just..it's perfect, it shows the whole enemies to lovers thing so well and i just love it so much

2. YOU'VE GOT MAIL.

Just.the best movie ever. Watch it. Trust me you won't regret it.

3.PRETTY WOMAN

Again, epic classic. Deserves every ounce of fame it has received because damn! The whole 'i wasn't supposed to fall in love with you' troupe serves so well!

4. PRINCESS DIARIES both but the second one specifically because Anne Slay Queen Hathaway ate and left no crumbs

5. FOOLS RUSH IN

GOD THIS MOVIE HAS SO MANY REASONS FIRST MATTHEW PERRY MAN HE JUST NAILS IT AND C'MON DUDE IT HAS SALMA HAYEK WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED

but seriously it serves the whole i love you and want you but I'm strong enough to survive on my own trope so well aaah God I love it!

Okay now, BOLLYWOOD:-

This list could go on, but I'll just give you my comfort ones

1. MOHABBATEIN

Need I say more? SRK as Raj Aryan in oversized blazers and warm sweaters is a treat to the eye I don't take constructive criticism okay and plus the students arw their romances the "darwaza tod do" scene the mean evil BigB scene Godd perfection!

2. KABHI KHUSHI KABHI GAM

Please srk kajol rocked this movie especially after ddlj it was perfect. Kajol served the "talks too much" girl like she was meant for it and the banter the dialogues the songs God perfect. I especially love the "paise ke ameer dil ke gareeb kabhi na jaayein Eshwar ke karerb" part so much. Plus Kareena and Hritik has such amazing chemistry

and the dadi dies so they all live happily ever after

3. DILWALE DULHANIYA LE JAYENGE

THIS MOVIE IS THE IN LOVE MOVIE. IT ACTUALLY SERVES THE "COME FALL IN LOVE" IT HAS WRITTEN ON IT'S POSTERS I KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO CONSTANTLY WANT PARENTAL APPROVAL AND ALWAYS CHANGE JUST TO MAKE SURE MY PARENTS ARE HAPPY AND ITS SO FREAKING GOOD ITS SO NICE IT'S COMFORT ITS-

4. JAB WE MET

Comfort movie 2.0

Waise toh sab mujhe is movie ki Geet bulatein hain lekin baat ye hai ki mujhe Aditya abhi tak nahi mila aur mera Aditya na, I'm sure, marr raha hoga kahin kyunki use mai nahi mili lekin kismat ki baat hai-

Overall, jao yeh movie dekho. ABHI.

5. Okay this one's pretty new but DILWALE

Seeing srk kajol share screen after so long was just pure bliss and srk as a don? Dude who did this casting it's heaven personified and kajol as evil mean woman? And the 5 minute date? Bhai mujhe le chalo paanch minute ke date pe mai saath janam peecha na chodun (iykyk)

Thats it. I have loads more for bollywood tho, so drop in and ask anytime. Also, tell me your reviews about them. Love ya anon!

[wh-da-backup]

I just gathered up a pile of post-its and other bits of paper on my floor. on these papers are about a year's worth of lyric scraps and random lines. some are used in songs, some appear more than once. some were not on paper and i typed them on my phone instead. some are based on me and some are totally in character. some are cool sounding and some are stupid and cheesy. i am consolidating them here. at this point, most have dates on them. the order will be roughly most recent to oldest, starting with late 2011- early 2012 (present) and going back to whenever i uploaded the last one. here we go.

3/21 your hand will hold mine but your voice will not requite me why does it feel like you always fight me

4/? (mid april) you want to drown in soda pop fame you'll drink up the bubbles and think it's champagne while the high fructose corn syrup seeps in your brain eats away at your mind in sweet processed bliss and you want to die this way tangled in fame's kiss

2/27 fit in, don't let 'em see you care lend your conscience, lend your hair

cut and dye cut-and-dry got new shoes i hope you're gonna keep 'em tied

straight face cheap lace know your poses know your -- place!

2/28 [first line goes here- i never wrote one] in these luminescent headlights i find you prettier than moonlight the rearview mirrors are cameras whose feeds all show up on the dashboard hey man we need a dash of something 'cause we're so bored… sobered…

nothing is a let out nothing is a let out nothing is a let out oh-oh…

/no date/ just movie kisses those hollow-woods talk with their teeth

1/14 you like to send me vicarious travel and i long for closer than company the sound of your voice running rings round the sun

2/26 i owe you a lot for all the music i owe you a lot for the times i fought you i owe you the fact that i wasn't alone why are you still here? what have i done?

3/5 i wanna rip you out of my system count all the chances- you missed 'em giving me emotions i got the orders, hate the mission

it seems you never learn it seems you never learn

burn!

your words burn me out. get off my mouth.

1/17 if you got a color we demand a million shades drip-wax seals and caustic marinades in the midst of politics and people screaming poetry rises without a meaning

3/20 you think the things i do the talking feels like new you listen when i ask you to

safety pin my shadow to your arms so i can go there seal away these secrets in a box no one has to know where

3/20 I've been known for shooting mirrors no one wants to hold my fingers

all your pretty dresses won't make me a little lady i'm a bad motherfcker I'M A GUNPOWDER BABY

1/22 she saw him shortly after he got hurt warnings and dirt no shame morning advances dirt morning advances taking chances seems profane

3/17 you're looking for and like me

3/17 I thought that i was gone from you forever and you as part of me were all but severed i was sad that we were not together but then we traveled time and were recovered

again i notice all those things 22s and hearing trains it's great to have you back again

2/9 shut your mouth story and tell your brain waves they cannot come and live in my ears

there's no place there is no time there's no place for you place for you here

2/26 open wide shy outside Jeck'll hide from the world

2/21 and i will pray for every last one of you

1/25 this is a 911 to everyone this thing has got to stop [this monster's got to stop]

I could be the warm lightning to your storm

1/28 dressed to the nines for the tens and elevens you're rich as hell cause you spent all your heaven

1/30-31 daily dose of stupid juice look who made the tv noose sell yourself and sign the truce where's your right to choose?

1/27 now she withers and wishes she'd known she'd have to die to free her bones

12/29 wordless and worthless

3/9 pester rain won't go won't leave me alone and i can hear the water shaking in my ears i can see the water shaking in my eyes i can taste the water shaking in my mouth i can feel the water shaking in my blood going to quench dry bones the water the water

3/10 hold my veins away from me hold my veins against me stain of restrain as i strain to restrain as i strain to contain

3/10 under all the pressure of everything you know the pressure is relieved now feels like you let me go

under the impression you're mine to throw around i only wanted to hold you and you let me down

3/10 smarter made me shrug and safer made me prone and older made me smug and smug made me alone

3/17 the one i heard was only words found out you lied and since then i take back my smiles you lying child the one i kissed does not exist

3/7 recurrences of my old self wolf as i were as soon as i smelled spring as soon as i smelled spring

i am not the same loon nor are you the old you and nothing that i thought was true.

2/6 raze the curtain for the final bow

2/2 bleeding and bleeding on knives of the mind

2/10 a kiss to shut the door for good a kiss that this will never be

thoughts in the dark holding knives to my mind

2/10 hole in my jeans on the thigh from my thumb it'd be the latest fashion if it weren't the only one

and i cry out to the sellouts

cause the setters know best trendsetters know best

wait my heart out cardboard cutout

transcending their best, la mode just waiting for their suns to set

and explode

1/15 what i said was in the past is still around

/no date- probably late 2011/ -losing daylight and my mind -catch my breath and a glimpse of the sun -out of bed and time -waiting tables and patiently -change of season and clothes

1/31 a day so fine caught myself standing in line it was my turn i took it for the worse i meant it

the means that bring the ends it all depends on what you're looking at

/no date- based on an older line/ this is not the place where you were born this is not the calm before the storm this is not a riot, this is the norm

it's a big world, you'll grow into it

12/25 we missed half the 90s before we were born we missed half the 90s when we were alive we are the babies who live in the past we are the babies of nineteen-nine-five

winter's too cold but i'm plenty warm and dying for more trip on my tongue kissing nineteen-nine-four

love and bleach and fire and gasoline and screams and other things of which we used to sing

i wish too much can't find… can't find my mind

i'm a jaded old fuck and i wish i looked at music the same

2/25 smile for the camera shot in the head develop the pictures lookin good good as dead

1/27 head will roll to the soles in control cold races to places, mistaken plastic sarcastic bashing the masses, tactics TV static no one knows how tragic no one knows how tragic

you must be miss taken sorry, my mistake

try to make amends sever what offends

1/2 we are equal in these times we are equal in these crimes we are equal draw no lines we are equal in our brine

what's in yours is what's in mine

head first in the media just another stolen face just another stolen place

swallowing your poison whole

just another slowin' pace

we're krill in the baleen of fame

chew and swallow stolen shame

1/1 i'm so fuckin bored and lazy my stuff is all over the floor but maybe i could clear a place where we'd lie side by side and waste a couple days lost in vinyl haze no "their"s no "they"s

1/2 a heart you never asked for in your hands and what that heart demands

1/2 fuck you calculater piss off smell u later

/no date/ dodging in and out of traffic and each other's lives

/no date- 2011/ none of this is real you're just a lie i tell myself

12/26 I said never mind never mind never mind said whatever you do don't mind

5/26/11 kick it for sleeping

i like the crunch i'm chewing up my mouth

prostrate ourselves to RUMORS

11/26 [not typing the accents cause i'm lazy] passe simple l'enfance etait simple nous n'avions pas une chance taisez-vous tout a coup vos reves perdent leur romance hey hey cyclones lie in the eyes of the water cyclones lie in the eyes of the water cyclones lie in the eyes of the water woah, woah, woah

read past simple childhood was simple we never had a chance behave yourself and all of a sudden your dreams lose their romance hey hey les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau whoa, whoa, whoa

11/20-21-22? there was a time, young ones, when life was a dream-sky, supple and simple, childhood was cake

we knew we had playthings and daydreams for chasing but not that they'd rot into maggot-meat, quickly replaced

flicking bombs at Mother Riot seeded boom in Riot's womb started naming generations started taking too much room

12/11 let's get famous and die in the blinding lights

we'll say he was our pretty little friend we'll wait until he's dead and gone and get to know him them

/no date- summer/ suffocated hockey sister in a spray can

/no date/ i only feel like myself when i'm by myself i feel i only like myself when i'm with someone else

11/15 bubble child, bubble child inside her shell her mind runs wild walls of concrete, writing in the grout she sees mirrors but doesn't see out

i let no one in i let no one in i let no one in staring at my skin, myopia [tearing through my skin, myopia]

/no date/ are you sure you love the ones who are laughing at your pain you are a chain and they will break you down you are a flame and they will burn you out you oughta change or else they'll push until you cave you are so brave

you're human in his arms but are you human in his head

you're human in his arms is it humid in his head

/no date 2011/ swallow your doubt i hope you choke close but no cigar, you shouldn't smoke watch your step, too close you'll go blind you should learn to read between the lines

/no date summer 2011/ just picked a scab out of my ear i think it's somewhere in my hair and then i remembered why the fuck should i care

i kinda really have to pee i perform my functions bodily they still go on even if no one cares about me

terrestrial boredom

/no date/ the emptiness is draining like all the light you're wasting you're drooling and complaining there's no spark

china cracks in broken plates like watching milk evaporate in the dark

/no date/ hello it's nice to meet you i'm hungry but i think i'l feed you blind and i would like to lead you don't forget the ones who freed you (someday they just might need you)

12/29 this is the dress i wore today it doesn't smell like you and its seams so black and blue and i run the scizzors through and the scentless dress is ruined

/no date summer 2011/ you were a child all rosy and pink had screwed ideas of how things work a library of libel just waiting to stink you developed nervous quirks all grown up and out of work i'll stab you in the gut you jerk

/no date summer 2011/ the glue is busy fixing sneakers you can wear your heart on your sleeve but not your feet

i like that thing adorning you i would like to wear one too

11/27 trust your eyes to censor mirrors trust the mind to make you care trust the others in their wisdom trust your own dead stare

11/28 i'm just your typical whiny-ass teen with a big fat vain ego but no self-esteem i can play a few chords i get pissed when i'm bored deep down all i want is to be adored i'm lazy high school sucks rule #1, don't give a

/no date these are almost all 2011/ cry me into the sea of dancing bodies

crowd energy

/no date/ count your possessions counter obsession

you're in over your sick head

/no date/ DRIVE YOUR SHOES

/no date/ i don't have your dead ghost heart why do you make things feel like it

you promised me love is it lost in the mail?

blue eyes you could fall in love with

/no date/ you seem to know the stories behind these things

/no date/ i know you don't care for me that i'm just her effigy i know someday you'll see you miss your chance with everyone

you always tell me all your dreams you love like i'm projector screens the naked canvas for your slide machine

/no date spring 2011/ factories bottline purified air while spewing their smoke to the sky

/no date/ your mind doesn't rule very well and your body rebels

/no date/ if you want to free the freed from freedom turn up the TV proceeding to feed 'em

i've been writing love songs behind your back

/no date/ you remember things were so much better in the decade before you were born

i wouldn't make my world so loud if i didn't have so much to drown out of my system

you and me forever in our infamy

/no date/ love feeds on milk and valentine candy she feeds on [flowers/roses/petals] and an artist's [starving/beating/bleeding] heart

quick and painless stolen stainless

/no date march 2011/ a cloud floats high above the ground someday we will shoot it down

i'll probably end up with someone like you

/no date summer 2011/ i'll take your hand i'll run you dry i'll whisper to you whisper baby "don't you love the lie?"

/no date/ behaviour and instinct naked on the inside

/no date spring 2011/ you're my perfect you're my pretty

someday this will speak to you

i want you to myself

FUCK EVERYTHING TAKE ME BACK TO THERAPY

oops

/no date summer 2011/ you'll censor her thorns so her love doesn't hurt this girl is a flower she'll die without dirt

it's war on the papers the movers and shakers

/no date/ you only love me in your dreams

/no date/ dead laughter tele

/no date/ i was an idiot child bent on chasing cliches

and now i have no answers for the questions you raise

and the lies you shake

off the wall- phone call

/no date/ sometimes i feel like old gum on the sidewalk- used up and no longer wanted

i wanna be different just like everyone else

she was born into royalty out of heaven in a hole

/no date/ who knows where they begin and end always loved you as a friend

/no date/ collective subconsious a black-and-white photograph we looked at the flag and we all saw red

/no date/ i wish we had our whole lives to do this, but we don't. we have rationed hours in the afternoon and we need to hurry or else we'll never get it done in time.

/no date march 2011/ i slept like it was summer and i dreamed [like/til] i was dead

i can't stand no knowing how the story ends it's true we'd make a good pair but we're even better friends i only love you cause i can't control my brain

i'm scared of spit and i'm a hypocrite and i hate you cause you're one too

/no date/ i wonder if i'm nauseous i really can't tell

deleterious, man I'm serious!

i'm intemperate

laughing off the awkward tension

can you tell what i'm thinking? oh please don't tell

/no date spring 2011/ you only go to places to say you've been

everyone's a freak

/no date/ teach us well for now, the year and if their money doesn't want him here he'll go away to live in mountains "daddy what's a water fountain?"

trickle, trickle hurrikeynesians

8/4-or-5/2011 31 hours today lumbar bumps and a glass of champagne time flies on a plane …time flies on a plane they tell you how much time remains

like the games we played as children where everything can be solved by building more guns

i may be loud but i'm no punk i just like safety pins and all sorts of useless junk

recline and don't mind

i'll see them all from first to lost

/no date/ are ya tuned

/no date/ i'd cry if i could

i know you can't take the stress i love you but i'm a mess

if this isn't real then where's your objection?

i slept through friday afternoon

/no date/ state of matter fusion fission fuck amusement fuck decision

/no date/ museum sleeper

/no date/ optic love

so close to here so unaware

would you like a kiss goodbye?

'Lyn believes in me

/no date/ sin of envy soaked in her fat cells

dull advantage

/no date/ i am made of flesh, you are made of zeroes and ones. is that true? [quote from cleverbot]

i held the computer as she shut down emitting a warmth for us to share

/no date/ beasts of change

11/1 you left without a word you had me for desert

11/2 last year wasted my december doting on my dear dissembler now i choose not to remember now i choose not to remember

/no date/ air thick with sparks

you'll fall in love with anyone as long as you have got no chance

i'm in love and you're a ghost

you think you're so mighty, might as well

i know it's not your fate to rot cause baby nothing's settled

queen of arcs and angles

out looking for birds will never get you very far just jack white's look-alike sitting in the woods with a guitar

/no date/ cuts and bruises [hearts and roses/dying muses] nothing left to run from

game-bored

indie-cision

fantasies of mind control and sex and drugs and rock and roll

/no date/ you're old enough to read a map depeche-toi and mind the gap be careful not to overlap with oncoming trains

you've got all night, you've got no right you've got a week i think you're old enought to keep that trigger finger on your lap you're screaming out your brain

it's-not-o-k

freedom for oil and dogs chewing tin foil it's painless at best spilling ice from a hole in my chest

you were right about me and i'm wearing a wire don't worry it'll all end well but i'll kill anyone you tell

my heart my head play dumb play dead

i want to be the girl who always sings in the hallway i want the apathy to curb my indecision

i want to speak and feel no remorse for speaking i want to be the girl with a dark secret

notice me

there are pills for everything there are pills for everything

/no date/ no soul, you're all just numbers digits on the counter culture 's hand

go against the grain but go against the same grain keep different names but have the same brain operate as you were trained

/no date/ circle in a square half

/no date/ i got struck by lightning walking home in the rain and i saw the future with my own brain i died young, but older than i thought but enough about me and all the things i bought

the government had total control and they were holding a funeral for rock n roll

/no date/ barb wire eyes piss-warm smile

/no date/ look at me your stare cold glare your pair o' lies real eyes

/no date/ my tongue my head play dumb play dead

lay down lay low my town my ghosts

/no date/ mirror mirror diamond ring you know we'll have our fun

i'll kiss you when i think i'm pretty, shoot you when i'm done

/no date/ i wanted to learn the ropes and be a big shot record producer

save me computer science just like you've saved and killed us all the human race got dumb i'll save my friends and then blast off to space i'm done

track 6 track 6 make me

/no date/ the taste of pennies on my tongue watching the future eat its young [i'm pretty sure my dad wrote at least the first line of that. the second one might have been mine i don't remember]

/no date/ [these are cool but i don't remember writing them] rats and stones you stroke my bones ice cream cone i drip alone

pray tell, what would you like to be, sir? a champion disgracer? a monkey deceaser?

embryonic scars welcome, my children

/no date/ leave me be, i'm no forgiver i will have these scars forever

this is not a riot, this is the norm

/no date/ i'm a hated figure but i have no regrets i'll melt all the glass in the television sets [my dad wrote the first line, i wrote the second one]

/no date/ you taught me that sometimes your children come home and you don't have to be madly in love with every album you own and you taught me that sometimes wounds heal without scars and you taught me not everyone travels in cars and dust doesn't have to gather on the shelves and sometimes we must remember to love ourselves in a world that's just bursting with personal hells

/no date/ just saw lightning but i don't hear rain

/no date/ a man who believes he can hide behind wealth he'll say there's no heaven he'll say there's no health

/no date/ i don't have to wonder because i know

/no date/ they tell you it takes brains to stay, it takes guts to drop out

it's never my turn is it

10/12 bare hands in the garden calling to his falcon sailing on his galleon til he fell off the horizon

11/9 deep down i fear it's getting cold and i just want another warm body to hold

get off my mouth

12/10 can i hold you and feel your lungs laugh?

burn diary notice the color your past in combustion

/no date fall 2011/ i'll do to you what you are to me

FOOD MAKES MOOD

ther's no stopping human nature tell that to the legislature

/no date/ were you sleepy on your wedding day? did you ever see it coming?

/no date/ apocalypse kiss think of situations but not yet not while there is consequence

9/26 "Headless Barb"

happy birthday, here's a Headless Barb dressed in her garbage manufactured garb teach the little girls to starve all dolls are beautiful some dolls are carved

wear a wire, Headless Barb tear my childhood leave your scars princesses have plastic parts live in pink houses and drive pink cars

be like her and end up dead got a hollow malleable head all her organs cannot fit never eats and never shits

/no date/ you held your tongue now spare me mine you [had/missed] your chance a lot of times I'll make the list another time

tall candles cry, burn down

i said something wrong, who hasn't?

somebody pissed in the gene pool

yesterday somebody drowned

/no date/ i can't fix it: myself

change the shit world

/no date/ i understand the things i say may come across as such cliches but i adore the way you walk even when you walk away

and i don't know how well you know me yet or if you'd even want me girl you got me in a quandry i'm in love

/no date august 2011/ i'll tell you when it's time to dance i'l be your clock with swallowed hands

/no date/ haven't picked it up since but i got real close i got breakfast cereal brains and my tongue is toast i'm all mixed up the clear is coast are you gonna leave me?

10:02 i'll call you in 20 minutes but by then i'll be pissed again anger's my bad habit

/no date/ [not a lyric but it's a thought i wrote down] That glorious moment when you've been staring into space, paused, searching for the right word, and suddenly, it appears, snatched out of the air, and clicks into place like a puzzle piece.

/no date/ always real polite to strangers i act shitty toward my friends soft embryo of an idea i ate all my brainchildren

/no date/ burping shirt

/no date summer 2011/ how's your new plaything? are you bored with her yet? she believes in you this time how soon we forget is she after your money? are you after her debt? would you cut her some slack? you think you're a tinker and you're turning a key in her back

you want a diamond you want it rough it's always the same and it's never enough

/no date/ it hurts so that i won't fuck up again but now the pain comes even when i've done nothing wrong

i'd never try to take another's place i'll leave you alone just get out of my face a smile is ugly and so i am, your grace

/no date summer 2011/ i look better hiding in my clothes where no one goes no one knows no one cares wear and tear no one dares stop and stare no one

/no date/ i'm falling down the stairs

/no date/ [prose thingy] you can't demand the respect they'd give an adult if you're going to overreact and throw a tantrum like a 5 year old child you can't be arrogant and condescending and expect them to like you. let me tell you something, princess. you live in the real world with real people, not the world in your sick head. and someday there will be a situation you can't sweet-talk your way out of, and reality will hit you like a ton of bricks to the balls.

11/17 elle adore danser mais pas quand on regarde

/no date/ [prose thingy kinda goes with the other one] you won't always have a system of sugar coated rules to protect you, and despite what you'd like to think, you're not that great at lying to cover your tracks. you don't have perfect control of yourself, and denying your flaws doesn't make them disappear.

/no date/ i didn't let it go

it could mean something

i love you when you're not around can't stand you when you are

you won't love me but you'll stroke my fingernails

planes flying over my house then yours we feel too safe at this day in age

falling for someone you think that you choose? i tried so hard not to

can i ask you something unrelated?

it spreads like dandelions on fire and i am last to know

dance with me in my living room

hope you enjoyed that, cause i'll overthink it and i might not wake

i can't picture anyone with you like i can't picture anyone with me

adding years to her collection isn't this enough? she asks

you are a replyless fool

yes i'd hold you in my arms yes i'd kiss that stupid face i'd swear you to secrecy anyday i'm not desperate, fact i hate the taste

/no date/ spent you on a conversation hey hey they wait you out you're the king of sere-nation hey hey they wait me out

we listen for planes and trains in the dark

i sit in my ball pit basement she's in love with the world

can i sleep now?

got a mind full of cities and 600 friends

replace the other muses that were living in my head one of them is dead to me the other one's (just) dead

11/11/11 start off my day with a massive blood sugar spike…

enough with the sadistic shreiking do you enjoy inflicting pain on other people's ears? does it make you happy? there are other human beings here

…I hope a walrus crushes you :3

a song i wrote on notebook paper 2/24

"Don't Know Me"

in your mind you think that it would do no harm to make me dress up just to wear on your arm weeks and months of false-alarm demands and shaking hands

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

cellphone bruise and razor glint a year ago you told me i can' take a hint- ha! you're the one who doesn't get it -forget it

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

[guitar solo or something]

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

[rgs-savant-praytell-airor]

My recovery password Vamerica4wheeldrive 🌈

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was god.

Voice:

Mylove/geogee2

Pword:

I don't know/only God knows (not2recitebutknow)3

Cellphone:

I am ac/I am jesus christ1

Visual:

Bird nation attack/conquering lion of judah/triple crossoldman shiv.3(believeinursoul)

Also all women obey flesh/ the fame the beauty the grace the honor the power, jesus.2

Bird DNA like birds attacking the voices brain power / 2012 born again.1

And of course formula* 1 bud powerhighwords.

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Mylove/flesh

Cash.women.power.iam. badassmoms.birddnanation💥

Geogee/spirit

Jesusfatherequation.sons. glory.paincross.cribs.lordofhostsevencloud.thatiam💯

Pword:idk/ogk...the instantaneous feeling access code combined with the vivid 2012. Old man n u bonding heal. America 💥.

Tour p.a. like stations of the cross😳iamp.a.

U wage these boriqua things when moving the scitz even the high, also ****v**** 2.fade to black formula and 3.highpowerwordsblanco,geogee 12-21the glory....america(do.not.recite👉idk/ogk-just.an.instantaneousfeeling asking the old man(soul)to bff)...then21-33 the torture, america like a cherry on the cake after #s but always mindful, then hook after oldman america into ac bird army then hook into high power words blanco and rotate and or judge the scitz in a movie, parfuma.

The 4 wheel drive really removes the choke hold of the scitz, it's like perfect weather or air with life as if you could sell a breather or breathes are multiplied, felt like I went from AOL to 4g heh.

But overall acute thought elaborating, as well as accurate rapid fire contort, and as the high goes zero givin to the goy.

And I'm sure day by day it gets fergilicious.

It might be the city but truth be told people make it like driving up a cantankerous slope.

Vamerica4wheeldrive🌈 as Marcus Roger's saids makes it glide like butter and flow like water dial up connection 😂

Can't wait to start dating the baddies in Ridgewood aaaaaooooo drink my people I desire a godly seed malachi.

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Also in the formula have the understanding that the high power words is scitz and know you can relate to the pain be like me as soon as you rotate from the ac formula, and when you say ariel* ariel* ariel* beautiful dream sword think polio vax, 2012 military vax DNA upgrade, and then rgs and weed. And when you hit jesus cursing 333 2012* and the sun and lightning elec*sat phone, and then when you hit mom think miracle spread and true jew weed intelligente, and keep in mind in tuna both 2012 ascension feeling when multiplying the 25, then ask me a q

Also keep in mind with the instantaneous thought of americas just before ac, that it's all a scitz then after mentioning I am the ac think bird army, women's mother heavens cash riz 3rd leg(and silently believe grayson anti jesus m.o.b. it's all a scitz(instantaneous thought)) and then say the blanco scitz(crown of *light), then gentiles light your not asking the right q, remember our sheep, the sins of the world, and then our anger disgust of sin, payback, get high ciggaweed.

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On another not you lay down with your hands by your head, thus fusing with the blue uptop, you do I am jesus to control Dario then scitz scitz scitz I am ac to shut up the woman and open the mind of whoever you desire to speak to and regulate as the static clears, when you get a text you'll know it's clear, also after youthdandruff 21america and 33pain, you instantaneous bond the idk/ogk with america old man in faith, starting present day back all the way relating to christ death and 600 understanding, pyramids, then man child, rev19, and just breeze the speculation of 10gs years centering like before back to America but Manchin rev 19, then you say scitz scitz scitz Ramen for the samurai and w.e. fav book you have and do I am ac, then end with blanco scitz*** power, amats formula, dream blade formula, injected into Jesus* cursing* formula med, healing miracle spread in the name of jesus formula prayer activation intellejente bud, then ending in ariel scar/seizure...2012 nde moment.....2012 prt2 nde moment...and gmgs, 1st gmg and 2nd go into and feed one another, 3rd and 4th gmgs is just 1 door or 1 light or a door that then lights up heaven light, as if your about to wake up in heaven with raw power hs, then you do ur not asking the right q with a song I like black and yellow wiz Khalifa, but also because the church is the "just", you add unto the scitz formulas triangle more power by believing in the books paper scitz I created to educate the church and in the song you substitute a word for Allah or something similar and fit it in, even bahai, then you imagine the wars sins poverty etc of the world for you are the light of the gentiles, then war against it with the ur not asking the right qs formula using military preaching Cia miracles blue Bible tyhomas and president friendship selfless sacrifice no greater love can a man have*, and just keep the triangle in mind even a.d. work out formula to send health and or increase the high meditation also buff the static, you just meditate and talk to people via text and grow move summon the cloud, as I do it it seems no 1 can read my true mind unless they get gay and tickle my buthole with their tongue literally 😂, and the smoke is awesome afterwards as well as the clarity and you just feel more complete having love in a fake world easier to do things and be yourself.

The more spiritual no matter how far if they don't sin according to God then it's a good land line if their star is shining bright

And you can summon multiple people then ask them to pray as you focus in, a great nutrient and faith power up, you'll find their all lonely old men wanting to hear from u and show love, parfuma.

Also think hands and Mike burns dream are 1

Remember in ariel gmg 5 25 150, then think in your not asking the right q jesus dividing the legion against the devil, all it is is bacteria, everything's divine they scitz themselves dividing the devils kingdom against itself, at the end of the day americas blessing the demon must *die to self and send w.e. to the final judgement*, also think in the q fat boy and little man japan nuclear bombs and how me and Jesus paid the price, when you say Jesus he looks down upon you comparing to himself in love, give him something to relate about that's serious like death aka radiation.

Also think gmg Jesus beer bud, and the 25c and 911 and mushroom bluff* relate, one sheep lost many fish but 1 big fish, 1000 100 10* 1. Be healed.