#this is was so fun and sweet and im so stinking happy i got to write it

[puckpocketed]

What would it take for you to become interested in my team? blood sacrifice? prayers? Please... you say send propaganda but idk where to begin

ajklsdkjlasdkjldasklj WHAT A THING TO RECEIVE. okay okay taking a break from my research hole this afternoon to give people a guide on how to bait me into posting about their guys:

im not a shipper but i DO love when players are connected by long-standing close friendships, line chemistry, and the tragedy of being torn apart by trades/drafts - it's ship-adjacent i suppose. you could probably send me stuff like that and ill bite <3

interesting guys to me are like... their hockey is probably my first port of call, and then their stories, and then personalities. i love when a player treads the extremes of will and/or skill. think your tkachuks who have never taken a shift off in their lives; theyre always playing playoffs hockey. think m.stone and his hockey watching basement set up LMAO (hockey FREAK. love. LOVE) and his absurd, stat-breaking takeaway numbers. think QB and his unusual mix of agility + size + skill. and recently i'm interested in rodwin dionicio, who has been described as this unfathomably Different player archetype, and like IF he hits, he will probably change the way we think about role-based hockey (we are mostly talking in hyperbole. but. more on him down the line)

failure, being pathetic, being a loser? killer . love when guys kind of just suck. when they do everything but don't make it. when they don't do everything and don't make it. there are 32 teams and only one of those teams gets to spend the summer happy with the way they ended their year. if i reserved my interest for winners, for players who are Good at hockey, I think I'd be missing out <3 the stink of tragedy is like a sweet perfume. to ME !!!!!!!!!!

people respond the best to other people's enthusiasm, is what I've found. like I've said it before but someone has to be first, so why not you? post about your special guy and they might catch fire. i'm happy to get the ball rolling and be the only person posting in a player's tag. its fun. like frontier work !

there's really no rush the way i see it. i think everyone's got some kind of compelling story, so ill probably love the whole league eventually lmaooo

[arudoe]

Ok, first of all I have to say that I love your art style, it's just so comforting idk how to explain it but it's really really really nice

Also I saw your bruise wallpaper hc and you are so right, but which other hc do you have of them??

OMG ueueue thank you so much that is so sweet of you 😢😢

and also im soo glad you liked my silly hc hehe because i have so many its not normal actually

i made a post the other day with some of my hcs (this one) but i have plenty more!! so um enjoy 🦈

- they are both autistic (i infected them /j)

- my jay is transmasc ! (cole too sometimes depending on how i feel)

- they dont rly do petnames only like mean nicknames that are said with very much love and affection (like dummy stink fartface yk…)

- i feel like they do everything together like train play video game even when theyre doing separate things theyre tgt… like its always cole AND jay and never just them seperate… always team up for missions and everything… when they arent together the others will go wheres your other half haha stuff like that also they bicker all the timr and never say anything to each other but when the other isnt around they always talk so fondly about each otjer and 😭😭 it makes me wanna puke /pos

- they have very different music tastes (i hc jay listens to kpop and cole to 80s rock & new wave) and theyll always talk about how bad the others music taste is but secretly they actually like it… (jays kpop playlist got a save once and he was trying to figure out who it was and cole was like whoever it is has the worst music taste in the world) (it was cole who saved it) (also vice versa)

- they play every game and watch every show together and when one of them starts something without the other they get offended 😭😭

- speaking of watching cole cant handle anything scary at all but sometimes jay will somehow convince him to and always puts on the scariest stuff because he thinks its cute when cole jumps 😭

- jay still sleeps with his plushies so when they cuddle jay is spooning his plush and cole is spooning him and sometimes cole lays on jays chest

- they playfight and wrestle a lot and sometimes get seriously hurt while doing it

- they play dancing games tgt… like just dance and ddr

- also i think jay deffo dances to stim (totally not self projecting here) and his dance moves are always a bit silly so cole will copy them and jay is like are my making fun of me >:( and cole is like yeah maybe i am

- on the topic of stims they deffo mimic each other a whole lot in the sense theyll copy each others vocal stims and it annoys the hell out of everyone else because theyll say the same silly phrase over and over again for weeks 😭😭

- i also hc them both as chronically ill (jay is hypermobile and cole has arthritis) and sometimes after especially hard training days they will give each other back rubs/massages…

- they arealso borh very smart separately but when you put them together they become super stupid and lose all their brain cells

UMM okay this is kinda long so ill leave it here i have like a million more but id sit here forever writing them so 😭😭😭 once again im rly happy for ur question im kind of obsessed with them if u cant tell but um yea… enough yapping from me… adios..

[dearhartselfships]

i just saw the marvels and, mutuals im apologizing now for the woman im about to become. i'm going to start using the tag "mcu spam" so you can block that if you want to. my gushing and spoilers are going to be under a readmore.

OH THANK GOD IT WAS GOOD. like yeah i was going to be obsessed with it. obviously. My fucking HUSBAND!!!!! WAS IN IT!!!!!! (for like 30 seconds at the after credit scene.) BUT THANK CHRIST IT WAS GOOD.

first, my coherent-ish thoughts on the movie:

like ok it wasnt high class cinema. it's a marvel movie. but it was still really sweet!!

kamala is still the absolute sweetest kid. ofc she's going to be the heart of their little team-up. and i'm so happy her family was in the movie too. It was such a crucial part of her show, it'd be such a shame if they just totally neglected them. (i mean they weren't like Main Characters but they were still present in general which is nice!) iman vellani absolutely crushed it-- i hope she had fun on set, because it looked like she was having a blast!!

monica's characterization was wonderful too, i loved how her character has stayed consistent from wandavision! (her instincts to de-escalate conflicts is present, thats such a compelling trait for a hero to have.) and her meeting binary at the end broke my heart! Q_Q whatever they're paying teyonah parris isn't enough, the way her voice broke when she was crying made me misty eyed.

and captain marvel!!! i really feel like they put a lot more work into making her feel more like a character this time around. dgmw, i loved captain marvel. but i really feel like they took the time to flesh out her character a lot more this time around! ok frothing at the mouth time:

him!!!!!!! MY HUSBAND!!!! HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

my irl husband spoiled it for me, which honestly good call I would have Caused A Ruckus if I saw that raw in the movie theater.

HES!!!! HERE!!!! AND SO PRETTY... NO CLOSED TOE SHOES. CROPPED PANTS. NO SHIRT HIS BIG HAIRY NATURALS. my husband is HERE and he is NOT following lab protocols.

HE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE OMG???? his TEEFS!!!!! HIS TEEFIES!!! and his HAIR!!!!! it looks so soft i want to rip wallpaper with my teeth! AND THE hands. his fucking hands. he's got his sharp little CLAWS, HOOWEE.

kelsey grammar did a phenomenal job with the voice acting, as to be expected. like. yeah, it does stink that he didn't get blue'd for the cameo but STILL. "confusion is but the first step on the journey to knowledge."

[redheadspark]

Hello! Love your writing! How about #17 w Jack Russell? Have a good weekend!

A/N - AWWWW This is so stinking cute for Jack! Thanks for the request, anon!

Stary Sky

Summary - Jack is nervous to give his girlfriend a gift.

Warnings - Just some quite fluff in this short oneshot

"Come sit here, come,"

"Okay, Im a little more nervous now,"

Jack chuckled as you sat on the couch, looking rather nervous with what he was going to give you. Jack was just as nervous, going over it again and again in his mind if this was a good idea or a bad one.

His gift for you.

Jack never was this serious with a girlfriend before, mostly because you were his first serious relationship he's ever had. With his line of work, having partner was dangerous and a bit too risky. He knew what was going to be asked of you, and he was afraid you would walk away from him.

The fact you stayed made him fall for you so hard and fast, it scared him.

You were a painter, a great painter at that and what others would call a "Prodigy" when it came to the caves. You loved painting, getting the paint under your nails and your apron splattered in yellows and blues. Going against the mold of other painters, and even being a bit younger than the best ones too, you made your own path and never looked back. Jack thought of you a a blink meteorite, crashing into his life in the best way and having him see and feel color. On your end, you thought of him as sweet, a good natured being with a hint fo shyness that you thought was beyond endearing.

Jack wanted to give you all he could and more, yet he knew you were well off enough to have anything you could ever need. You weren't a massive spender, but you weren't frugal either. Finances were never a huge issue for you since you sold a good amount of pieces to both private buyers and huge galleries, so what could Jack give you that you've always wanted?

He got a clue one date you had together.

"You know those Paint By Numbers they they sell at the gift shop?" You asked Jack nonchalantly, walking together in one of the bigger art galleries in town that was going to showcase your work in the Winter collection. Jack nodded, seeing him give him a smile, "I've always wanted to get one,"

"Really?" Jack asked, seeing you nod in return, "Why those?"

"My dad used to give me some as a kid for my birthday," You explained, turning a corner to go to another exhibit, "It was always something a little cooky and fun, nothing serious or epic you know? I loved it when he gave me those, the last one I got was on my 12th birthday before he died. I never had the heart to get another one since."

Jack said nothing, just slipping your hand in his own as you then went off to another topic, talking about the paintings and the painters that made them. He remembered that conversation for some time after, wondering where he could get his hands on a Paint by Numbers that would be worthy enough for you and your artistic eye.

Which lead to now, Jack reaching behind the couch and handing you a wrapped gift. You beamed.

"Happy birthday," he said as you grinned at him, "I know you said that you hated getting gifts for your birthday, but I got you a gift. i hope you like it.” He explained, you sighing as you placed your hands on top of the box.

"Jack, anything you give me would be enough," You reminded him, you ten tentatively looked at the gift on your lap. Finally, you starting taking off the wrapper very carefully, Jack watching in anticipation as the box was revealed underneath. Your eyes went big, your breath was lost on your lips.

A Paint By Numbers Kit.

"It's Starry Night by Van Gough," You said in a gasp, seeing the picture on top of the box and how the picture will look. You felt your heart swelling from the gift in your hands, even a tear was about to come out and hit the box. Yet you caught it, looking at Jack and see him look at you with a hint of concern.

"Amore?" He asked, scooting a bit closer, "What is it?"

"I..." You paused, taking in a long breath. You felt a wave of length for him, for not only this simple gift, but it was a gift with meaning behind it. He knew you missed your dad, most lately since you were getting successful in your career. Your dad was the biggest supporter of your craft, encouraging you to paint and to not give up. With all your might, you wished he was alive to see you get your fist big break, to have your first major sell, to witness you make your masterpiece.

When he died, your heart was shattered. And now Jack was trying ti pick up the pieces.

"This is amazing," You said to him calmly and in a hoarse tone, Jack reaching up to lace your fingers on top of the box, "This just reminds me of my dad....and my dad would have adored you if he was here. And I think you two have the same massive heart, no wonder I like ya,"

Both yourself and Jack chuckled from the comment, Jack leaning over to kiss your cheeks before kissing you softly on the lips.

"So, you like it?" Jack asked, you laughing as he pushed away the tears with his thumbs.

"I love it, Jack. And I love you," You said to him, "Thank you so much for this,"

"The pleasure is mine, my love," he replied calmly, pressing your foreheads together, "And your dad would be proud to see how wonderful you are and how far you've come."

When you were done with the picture, you framed it and hunt it on your wall. It was your favorite picture you would ever make in your career.

The End.

Valentine Prompt Session

[musingmycelium]

sweet song

satinalia exchange gift for a good friend ;) im so glad i got to write this for you!! ❤❤❤

Krem's lucky he has good balance. With the way the chair wobbles under him as he tries, mostly unsuccessfully, to peer around the stairs to watch Maryden sing he needs to have it. And he can’t help but look. The firelight almost causes her skin to glow rosy gold, catches in her dark hair and the way her eyes shine as she sings, it's enough to-

Wood creaks under him as Krem all but topples backward off the top of the chair. Catching himself with a hand in the last moment, wrist aching as his hand connects with the wall at an awkward angle, and he can hear Bull’s laugh across the room. Bastard.

It isn’t like Bull hasn’t made a fool of himself in front of people before. Although Krem guesses those are more on purpose than not. He sighs, rights the chair and sits back down in it, properly this time. He can’t see her anymore, but if he’s telling the truth he doesn’t really need to. The sight of her before the fire is, distracting and definitely something he thinks about often. Not that Krem has done anything about the way her voice filling the tavern makes his chest feel too tight and too light, or said anything about how her smiles can cause a blush to cover his whole body.

Not yet, anyway. Krem has a plan, and he means to follow through with it. He just… Has to figure out how. Time’s running quite short, tonight there’s going to be a small Satinalia party at the Herald’s Rest and Krem still doesn’t know what he should get Maryden, or even if she’d accept anything from him.

At first, he thought it would be easy. She’s a minstrel, get her a journal or a new set of strings for her lute. But those sounded empty and Krem wants to be thoughtful damn it. He wants to see Maryden blush, he wants to make her smile, he wants to see the softness in her eyes generally reserved for those times she’s singing to be directed just at him.

So he sighs. And he walks over to where Bull is sitting at a table with what has to be the Rest’s largest tankard sitting in front of him. And as Krem rounds the corner he finds Dorian is sitting there as well, great. “Krem-puff! Finally decided to find a decent chair did you?”

“My chair is already decent, I’ve got a question.” There’s a nervousness gnawing in the pit of his stomach and Krem doesn’t care for it one bit. But he takes Bull’s raised eyebrow for a go ahead and strangles the butterflies in his gut. “Uh, so. The Satinalia party, tonight.” His tongue is twisting around itself and Krem thinks maybe he should just go outside and pretend he never heard of this party instead of asking Bull for romance advice. “I, uh, wanted to -you know- get a present, a thoughtful present but... I, uh, don’t actually know what to get… Her…”

Raising his own, much smaller glass Dorian gives Krem a verifiable look. One elegant eyebrow raised ever so slightly, glass tipped in Krem's direction, red wine nearly spilling but not quite. “Thoughtful presents generally require more than an afternoon’s work.”

“I didn’t ask you Altus.” Krem gives him a look back.

Bull just nods, as if he was almost expecting this of them and Krem narrows his eyes at him too. “Listen Chief I didn’t come over here for bullshit I w-”

He’s cut off with a laugh, Bull shaking his head slightly. “Nah no bullshit, this is important.” At least he looks like he’s going to be serious, with the way his face scrunches up. “Well, Krem-sickle, the first thing about getting someone a gift is you gotta know what they want. Don’t look at me like that- so you know she likes writing and singing since you watch her do that every day. Do you know, anything else about her?”

Krem opens his mouth to say ‘of course he does’ and then shuts it after he can’t think of a single other thing he knows she enjoys. His brows bunch together and he crinkles his nose. Bull watches him think in silence, a smirk forming on his face. “I know she likes writing and singing, it’s not like there’s much else to do here is there. I thought, maybe she’d like a new journal?” Saying it out loud makes him cringe. It’s so insincere, careless almost. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it. But I don’t know what else to do.”

Bull keeps nodding and Krem’s stomach is in knots. “She’d appreciate it, new journal new quill, something to use.”

Before he can keep going Dorian interrupts with a snort. “Get her something no one else can.” A delicate sip of his wine, eyes looking over the rim at Krem. “Woo her, you’re a sharp young man surely you can think of something. Read her poetry, pick her flowers, write her something. Creative types drink it up.”

If his knee-jerk reaction is anything to go by this is a horrible idea. Everything from his hair to his toes is going numb at the thought of it. Him? Writing poetry? Picking flowers? Krem almost tells Dorian he’d rather run himself through with a rusty training sword but then he stops to think about it. It was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? Put thought into a gift Maryden would remember and hopefully enjoy.

And if he makes a fool of himself maybe he could recover from that.

Or maybe he could also fake his death and make a new start in Antiva.

“That’s. Not bad Altus, not bad.” Never let it be said Krem was too proud to give credit where it’s due. Even if it does curdle the words in his mouth. He has a couple of hours, it wouldn’t take him too long to do something like that, would it? Better get started now just in case, Krem leaves the table with a nod in the direction of the other two still sitting there.

The party starts at sundown, Krem heads to his room and hunts down some paper and a quill. If he’s quick he might even be able to get there before the others and give it to her without anyone else seeing. And he’ll be quick, even with his stomach trying to turn itself inside out, Krem can do this!

He absolutely could not do this. Crumpled paper is scattered about his room, in various states of tatter, and a near-empty bottle of ink rests near his elbow. This is hopeless, Maryden does this for a living she wouldn’t want whatever half-assed shitty poem he could cobble together like a child. What an idiot he is, sitting here with ink stains on his hands, he’s a mercenary what in Andraste’s name is he doing trying to write poetry ?

Krem groans, wads up the paper he was currently using and throws it backward behind him, not wanting to look at the ugly chicken scratches and horribly clunky phrasing any longer. Drops his head onto the desk, hard wood against his skin. All he wanted was a simple present! How did he manage to muck it up so badly?

There’s a cool breeze coming from the direction of the door and Krem turns sharply towards it, not wanting anyone to see the mess he’s made. But there isn’t anyone there. Krem huffs, relieved and embarrassed and definitely probably almost late for the party. He stands, stretches, maybe he just shouldn’t get Maryden anything after all. She could do better than him anyway.

A ghost of a thought across his mind, ‘but she wants you’ . Krem rolls his eyes, he’s been daydreaming too much lately. Been thinking about the firelight in Maryden’s hair and on her skin too much. Thinking how the way her eyes sometimes catch his and a smile grows on her lips. He sighs again, he really is in too deep.

Distracted by her enough it takes Krem an embarrassingly long time to notice there is a freshly picked amaryllis, blood red and shining. Narrowing his eyes at the flower he gingerly walks over and picks it up by the stem. He definitely did not pick it, but he can’t think of who would, or why. But he thinks of Maryden in the tavern, of the way she would be readying her lute in front of the fire, and of the party about to start. And he thinks of the smile she would give, just for him, if he gave her a winter-blooming flower.

Leaves with it held in front of him, butterflies returning to his stomach in full force. Walks down to the Herald’s Rest anyways, enters to the sound of laughter and flutes. Not Maryden’s music, too fast and too untrained, Krem looks around to see if he can find her, amaryllis moving behind his back.

Finds her standing just off next to the fire, lute in hand, where she’s in just enough shadow to be overlooked for now. Perfect. Quietly, Krem makes his way across the tavern and with his chest about to burst he tries to clear his throat softly. “Maryden?”

She looks up, eyes wide and dark in the flickering firelight. “Krem? Are you here to make a request, I’m not playing ye-”

“Oh! No, I, um, I’m here to- I mean I came over-” Tripping over himself, making an absolute fool of himself. “I just, sorry let me start over.” Krem takes a deep breath, pulls the amaryllis out from behind him held delicately by ink-stained fingers. “I want to give you this, I had- Um, I tried to write you a poem but, turns out I’m not as good at it as you are.”

Maryden smiles and its better than anything Krem has ever been able to imagine. All at once each of the butterflies in his stomach take flight, leaving him breathless and light. Heart hammering in his chest, a slight blush rising in Maryden’s cheeks. “How sweet of you.”

Her fingers brush against his as she takes the flower from his slack grip. Holds it up to her nose and takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut only to open a moment later and connect with Krem’s. The warmth in them, brown turned honey-gold by the fire, causes his heart to flip in his chest.

“You know, in Ferelden we have our own Satinalia flowers.” A smile with a hint of teeth, “And if you look up, we happen to be standing under one of my favorites.”

Of course Krem looks up. Spots the sprig of green leaves and white berries tied together with a red bow, one of many hanging from the rafters.

“Mistletoe.” Maryden’s soft fingers against his chest starling and new, Krem jerking his gaze back down to face her. “Do you know what happens when people stand under mistletoe Krem?”

Her fingers against his neck now, curling around the back to pull his head down. Krem gulps, hard. Heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, heat across his whole face. “They kiss.”

Maryden smiles and tilts her head so her lips are ghosting over Krem’s. “That’s right, they kiss.”

Soft lips tasting of cider, of warm firelight and music. Krem gasps, air leaving his lungs in a heady rush. Time freezing, halting around them as Maryden presses her lips against his under the mistletoe with a flower stained with ink held in her hands between them. Heart bursting in his chest, butterflies fleeing to his veins and the whole of him feels like he could fly.

Moments passing too quickly when Maryden pulls back slightly, “Happy Satinalia Krem,” Murmured against kissed lips, half-lidded eyes and a smile brighter than any hearth.

“Happy Satinalia Maryden.”

"When the party is over you absolutely have to read me your poems."

What fool Krem is indeed.

[tiishearts]

hi! can i request p1harmony reaction to you kissing them first?! love ur blog btw <3

thank you so much!! thank you for reading! i just got back into writing and i made this blog for fun. i appreciate all the love ♡

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:readmore:

keehoooo

- u guys had been dating for a little over a month and u were literally just watching tv together

- then MWAH u kiss him

- it was a very quick little peck but im not even kidding

- he was SHOCKED

- and when i say shocked i mean that he sat there for a whole minute processing what happened

- i see him as someone who would perfer to lead the relationship so once he processed what u did he most likely kissed you

- and not a little peck like you did

- i mean KISSED you

- a very long passionate kiss

- hes been dying to kiss you but then you do it first???

- he is not letting that slide

- he whines about it for the rest of the week

- buttttt after u kiss him just know that he will be giving you smooches at any chance he gets

theo!

- HE WAS NOT EXPECTING IT

- he would literally be gaping at you afterwards

- like he was prob singing along to a song or smth and he turned to look at u and you just give him a little smooch

- :o

- his jaw is on the floor

- because you? his s/o?? just?? kissed him!??!?!?!?

- is he dreaming or what bcs he does not believe what just happened

- "uhm..taeyang?"

- "...hm"

- "are you okay?"

- "no."

- "oh...did you not like-"

- "do it again."

- and oh wow you're making out now

jiung <3

- he would be so shy ☹️

- but tbh he would be rlly glad that u kissed him first bcs hes been wanting to kiss u for the longest time but he didnt know what you were comfy with

- hes so sweet i love him

- as shy as he is i think he would quickly react

- he would most definitely pull you into a longer kiss to make up for all the times he wanted to kiss you before

- once you pull away he would admire you for a bit before realizing what happened

- and once he processes it hes redder than a tomato, cant even look at you hes so shy

- HE WOULD ACTUALLY LEAVE THE ROOM IM NOT EVEN JOKING

- mans would BOLT

-he'd run into the bathroom and just stare into the mirror for like five minutes before walking out like nothing happened

-except for the fact he cant look into your eyes for more than a second (at most)

intak ;)

- passionate man hwang intakkkk

- even if you intended for it just to be a peck just know thats not happening

- not on intaks watch at least 🙅

- he will hold your face and turn it into an amazing full on kiss

- HE WOULD JUST KEEP KISSING YOU

- need air? dw he'll just pepper your face with kisses for a bit.

- and just know that every single one of his kisses are filled with passionate love even if its a peck on the cheek

- intak takes kissing very srsly

- although hes like keeho and perfers to take the lead he very much does not mind if you kiss him first

- he thinks its the cutest thing ever and will BEG for you to do it again

soul :o

- HE WOULD BE SO GIGGLY

- he would just look at you confused for a bit before blushing and giggling

- he would be so cute

- he would most definitely give you a little peck back

- orrr maybe just pepper your face with like a million kisses

- he admires you so much and is so happy you kissed him even if he wanted to do it first

- it would be a cute little interaction that just ends with the both of you having flushed cheeks and large smiles on your faces

- also just know that the second he gets the chance he will be letting the entire world know that you kissed him

- "GUESS WHAT?"

- "i swear if its about the kiss-"

- "y/n kissed me!!!!"

- does not shut up about it.

- his s/o kissed him and the entire world deserves to know!!

jongseob ☆

- HE WOULD ACTUALLY FORGET HOW TO FUNCTION HELP

- you guys might just be listening to some of his songs when

- 'ohmygosh did they just kiss me'

- 'what do i do'

- 'where do i look'

- 'what do i say'

- 'does my breath stink'

- 'were my lips dry'

- 'do i do something'

- 'how do i breathe'

- help the poor boy

- eventually you would probably check up on him and he would be a rambling stuttering mess

- "sorry- uh- i liked that? thanks? do you want a... uhm- a- should i... me too?"

- "...what?"

- someone help him please hes struggling 😭

- anyways moral of the story:

- NEVER kiss jongseob without a warning

- he might have a heart attack

[freshstartbaby]

Deux

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🎧 Pree me - Burna Boy

« Captain Phillips on the line. We are arriving to Tulum Mexico. The weather is 33c and the local hour is 11am. Please find back your seat and don’t undo your seatbelt before the redlight turn off. » I made sure that my seatbelt was well set before I turned my head towards the window. I love to take plan. It’s scary but I love it. More over it wasn’t a long flight so I enjoyed it. When the plane landed, I sent a message on the whatsap convo, so they could know that I landed well.

Robyn : Wasssup yall, i just landed  I need to get my suite case and do some administrative stuff I think. Where do I wait for you ? Xandra  : Great, @Bignasty and I are on our way. We’re are picking you near the cab area. Is that good for you ? Robyn : Perfect 🥰 I looked down at my screen and tried to not smile too wide. I know what she is doing. She is such a child. My god. Ok act normal. Try to be relaxed. I look relaxed right ? Forty minutes later, I had get back my suite case and pass counters. I put my sunglasses on, put a little bit of perfum and headed out to the cab zone. 

I stoped as I looked at my screen. To be honest I am myopic and I don’t often were my regular glasses. It’s bad I know. So at this point they’re goin to find me. I start to tap a message when I eared my name. « Rob ! » Alex shooted I turned my head and saw her few steps from me. I let my finger run through my hair so they can look good when I arrive. I usually do that when I’m stressed. The more I stepped closer to her, the more i walked like a pimp as I remove my glasses eying her goofly. « You’re so dumb » she said pulling me into a tight hug « Wassup baby » « No you wassup LA girl » « I’m good » She turned over and point me THIS guy saying

« Florian this is Robyn, Robyn this is Florian » I putted my hair back my ear when I look at him. Stop doing this Rob. My tongue twisted inside my mouth when I finally find the courage to look at him. He was... BIG does man like that exists in real life ? « Ayo wassup » he said with a smile and nobbing his head Omg bscsxqgsvsh. He got this voice. «You good ?» I ask trying to make my voice being normal He smiled and nobbed his head again «Nice to meet you Robyn » he pulled his right hand towards me I couldn’t hold it anymore I’m sorry. I smiled hard and shook his hand back « Nice to meet you Florian » Okay how his hand can be this big and this soft. This is too much to handle. Is it me or it’s getting hot in here. Damn it felt like a heat weave. Calm down baby. It’s just a man. Remember ? Men are trash. Don’t you forget that. Put yourself first. I was really holding myself at this point. I don’t like to act to joyfully so people think I’m a easy girl or they can laugh with me. I’m a poker face girl when I’m not near my friend. A man can not destabilized me like an high school girl. Put yourself together Robyn « Let me help you with that » he said taking my suitcase « Thank you » i replied. As he went to the truck I turned back to Alexandra seeing her making stupid move to mimic doggy style. I raise my eyes in the air. How can I be a poker face girl with a best friend like this. We got in the car. Florian was at the driver place, put his seatbelt on and grabbed his phone. « Do you need the address ? » Alexandra asked him « Na i’m good, seatbelt on ? » he said checking on us « Oh look how sweet he is, trying to checked on us » she said looking at me rising an eyebrow He chuckled « Alexander promise me to kill me in my sleep if anything happen to you, I’m trying to enjoy my vacay not to die » « Im so in love with this guy, don’t tell him that » « Oh honey I don’t need to tell him anything both of you stink love » he said She looked back at me and made me this face. They are really in love. My bestie is living her best life and have an amazing partner. It’s all she deserves and it’s all I want for her. « So how long did you know each other ? » he asked us « We met at the middle school » I said « Yaaaas » she shooted « I was like 10 » « Yea it’s like 15 years ago » she said looking at me « That’s right » « That’s makes me feel old » « Wait how old are you ?» he said looking at me I look up at him, putting off my sunglasses. « 25, why ? » « Na just wondering » he said smiling at me « Look at the road » I told him « Yea you right » « How old are you Florian ? » Alexandra asked him « Hitting 29 soon » « Hitting 29 soon, you eared that Rob ? » « Mmmh » I answered I nobbed my head realizing how much annoying Alexandra could get. As I raise my eyes I caught Florian looking at me in the mirror. We looked at each other few seconds before he started the car. Well it’s goin to be interesting. I hugged everyone when I arrived. I was the last one of the group to arrive. So there was of course Florian, 

It's been a while since we haven't seen all each others. It was just heart warming. And in a house like that ? Woaw man I'm gonna enjoy this trip. The villa was just amazing. Alexander and Alexandra showed me the house and my bedroom. Since there were three couples, David, Veronica, Florian and I were allowed to have our personal bedroom. At first I was ok to share my room with Veronica, but since there were extra rooms, I meeeean.

I settled in my bedroom. It was nice. I was really happy that it was beautiful as the pictures. Because you know sometimes people lies. I decided to put my swimsuit on since everyone was enjoying the pool waiting for me. I looked at myself in the mirror and blame myself for not being diligent to my workout plan but happy that the last one I have worked on had pay. I took my towel and put on my glasses. I went down the stairs and went to the kitchen. Man I was thirthy. I opened the fridge and found it empty. I pouted my mouth, sad to find nothing. I think we will have to go to the grocery store, at least for water and breakfast, when someone told me « Lookin for something ? » I turned back and saw Florian. Shirtless. I mean in his swimtruck. Of course he was shirtless. Am I supposed to act like I'm not impressioned of how huge he is. Because it going to be very hard. I put my hand on my chest and told him « You scared me » « I'm sorry, it's ok I don't bite » he chukled « Yeaaa » I said puting my hand in my hair, damn Rob stop doing this ! « I was looking for water actually, I'm super thirsty » « Oh yea we didn't get supplies yet, but I got you » He left the kitchen area and came back with a water bottle « Here you go » « Thank you » « You’re welcome » he said leaving the kitchen I took a glass and serve myself. We never know, if someone wants to drink later. I drank, washed the glass and went to the back of the house, where everyone was. As I step out I eared girls hyping me up « Damn Rob, you look good » Eve said « Look at this skin, melanin popin sis » Alexandra continue « Ma' can I have your number ? » Veronica joked I started catwalk acting like I'm queen Campbell, then started laughing with them. I layed my towel on the chair and laydown. We chit chat a little when I thought that something was wrong. So I asked them « Mmmmh guys, nothin is bothering you ? » Everyone looked at me like a weirdo « Wassup » Michael asked « What do you mean ? » Eve looked at me « I mean NOTHING is bothering you AT ALL ?! » I said twisting my face « Rob split it out » Michael said I went to bedroom, took my speaker, shaking my head like those folks are really out there without music. I turned on the music and went back to the back of the house dancing 🎧 Snack - Mrs Banks Everyone started vibing on the sound. Like come on guys, Mexico, Tulum, Villa, Pool and no music ? I mean I'm a poker face girl but god I love to party. Good vibe only you know ? I settled back on my laying chair and let the music go. Sun was carresing my skin, there were a little breeze it was just perfect. Few moments later, I put down my sunglasses and decided to go in the water. You have to know that I'm the weakess girl on earth to enter in a pool. I mean that shit it's cooooold. I started to went down the stairs slowly, like very slowly when Alexandra made fun of me « You're such a child, just jump in it » « Never ! » « Man it's not even cold » « Yea the water is good, don't worry » Florian said enjoying the water « The water is good ?! » I said laughing « Look at me I have chicken skin already » He step clother to me and propose me his hand « Come on I got you » I looked at him shyly. Not only because I found that he was really nice to me since I arrived but also because I could feel Alexandra eying us. What a bitch. I took his hand and felt him pushing me closer in the water. I squeezed his hand « Yoooooo it's cold chill out » I screamed « Come on Robyn, when your lap is on then the rest is easier » he told me I kept my breath and step closer in the water closing my eyes. The water level was now in the middle of my breath. When I opened them back I found Florian slowly laughin rubing his eyes and then look Alexandra. « I told you, she is a drama queen » Alexandra said --- We were enjoyin the pool. The spot was just feeling to good. I was talking to Veronica. She seemed to be a really nice person. She was actually leaving in LA but also travelled a lot. So she proposed me to hang out if I need to discover LA later. Well it wasn't an offer that I will declined. Suddently I eared my stomach made some noises. I was starving. I excused myself and stood up from the pool's corner. I grabbed my phone and turned the music off. « Yooooo ! » everyone shooted « Yoooo to youselves. We need to talk » I said wrapping my towel around my body « Everyone come closer please » « Your so annoying » Michael told me « Oh really I am ? » « You are » je said crossing his arms « Well I hope you will not be hungry for the next six days because I wanted to make a point on food » « Well if I think harder you're not that annoying » he said uncrossing his arms We laughed and started to make a list about what we wanted to eat. We decided that we will buy food for breakfast and for two nights. Even if we knew we wanted to eat outside , we knew that we will be to tired to go out at least two nights. I made the list on my note and propose myself to go buy it. I know it can be weird but I like make groceries shooping. I also thought that we don't have to all go so I asked who wanted to come with me. Alexandra, Alexander and Florian were down for it so we went to our rooms to put some clothes on ourselves. I put a dress, small shoes and wait them on the living room.

Alexandra came sit next to me. I put my head on her shouder. She took my hand and carressed it with her thumb. « He is nice, isn't he ? »She said sofly « Who ? » I knew who she was talking about « Girl you know who I'm talking about » « Yeaaa » I chuckled a little « I did'nt really talked to him » « I know, but he seems to talk to you later, I mean he started the conversation right ? » « Yea » I munbled « So it's your turn now, at least get to know him » « I don't want to » I wispered « Rob » she said softly looking at me I couldn't look at her back. Man to be honest with you, men scared me. They scared the well out of me. Even if Florian was the most good looking man I have met since years, I wasn't ready to risk to be down as I was few months ago. He is nice and hot so of course I'm goin to answer him, but girl I just don't feel it. I’m gon try but I don’t want to trip over it. Like I’m goin to get a potential friend. A really hot one but yea a friend. I have plenty so it don’t have to be difficult with him. Her shoulders went down a little and squeezed my hand « Ok baby, it's ok, if you don't feel it you don't have to, I didn't want to push you that way » « It's ok » « Ready girls ? » Alexander asked followed by Florian « Yes let's go » Alexandra answered She set up and picked his lips while Florian opened the front door. We went to the car an headed to the store. When we arrived at the store we splited in two groups and started to grab what we needed. Florian was pushing the cart behind me. I found myself twisting my mouth trying to find something to tell him that not sounds stupid. « So how long do you live in LA ? » i questioned « It's been like 4 or 5 years » « Mh, where were you before that ? » « Munich » « Oh really ? »I snapped back « Yup » « It explains your accent » « Yea it is hard to hide » « You're not really trying to hide it right ? » « Na I'm proud of where I'm from » « That's what I like to ear » « What about you ? » « What about me ? » « You moved to LA few weeks ago, right ? » « That's right, one week to be precise. » « Newbie. » « Yeaaaa kind of » « In what suburbs do you live in ? » « Bel air » « Oh yeah ? » he asked « Yea, where do you live ? » « Brentwood » « Oh so we're close, I'm few streets far from Brentwood » « I could show you cool spots » he said coming help me to grab something I was trying to catch « Yea at one condition » I said trying to grab what he was handing me « What is it ? » he said stepping back preventing me to take what he was handing me few seconds ago « It has to be good food spots » I said putting my hands on my hips « It is very good food spots » he said smiling and finally giving me the supply « Yea you better, because food is the love of my life » I kept walking when I felt that he wasn't near anymore. I turned back to see him. He had a weird smile on his face and seemed to look at the lower part of my body. « You're a greedy girl ? » he said with a lower voice Our eyes caught each other. A heat weave hitted my cheeks. In my head the nasty me was twerking and whining everywhere. The chill me was telling me to act normal and stay focused. « Kind of » I say raising my hands like it's not my fault « Yea, if you like food we're gon get along » I smiled at him and turned back to reach the point we choose with Alexandra and Alexander to meet up. We paid, put supplies in the truck and headed house. When we arrived the other part of the group took care of what we bought. I found Alexandra and Alexander in the middle of a heated kiss and go upstairs. I chukled a little when Florian asked me « I wanted to go look for something in my bedroom, you think I should wait ? » I laughed, I think he saw the same thing. I look upstairs and then back at him. « Na you can go, it seems to be a big house, you’re not going to ear them. Mhhh your room is close to their ? » « No I think mine is close to yours actually » he said with a smirk « Well, you’re a BIG boy » I said tapping his arm «I’m sure you can do it » I passed by him when he caught my wrist « I need extra hands, can you come with me ? » « To what ? » We were close and to be honest it didn’t bothered me. It was pretty nice to look at a piece of art that close. « I want to take my shisha » « You took your shisha ?» « Yeeea, do like it ? » « I mean I don’t smoke it often, and I wanted go cook something, I’m starving » « Look, you come with me take the shisha, and then I help you in the kitchen, deal ? » he said deal but he already took me near the stairs. I wasn’t going to protest. It would be ridiculous. We went upstairs and his grip to my wrist turned to a lock to my hand. I know I already said it but his hands like woaw. We arrived to his room and I left his hand waiting for him at the frame of the door. His room what cute. It wasn’t made like mine but it was cute. He step down to his suite case and put parts of the shisha on the ground. He took few seconds and look at me. « you can come in » he said smiling « Thank you » I said stepping foward « You wanted to wait out ? » « I mean it’s your room, I didn’t wanted to take over your space » I entered slowly in his room and sited on the edge of the bed « What taste should I take ? Mint, caramel, cherry, pineapple- « Take them all » He looked back at me as he raise an eyebrow « Take them all so you don’t have to keep looking for them here up in here» « Smart above all » he said with a smirk « here, give me the flavors so I don’t break anything » « You’re clumsy ? » he questioned giving me the flavors « When I was little, I used to be called Mrs Clumzyn » « Like a mix of clusmy and Robyn ? » « Yes sir «  i said heading out « Well good to know » he said laughing He took the shisha parts and we went downstairs. We settled in the kitchen. I started chop vegetables and cooked beef meat since I wanted to make tacos. Quick and tasty. We kept talking to each others. Everybody but Alexandra and Alexander join us in the kitchen area few moments laters. I mean they smelt food so 🤣. It was really nice to have them. I talked to the one I really knew to see what’s popin in their life. We haven’t be reunieted like that since ages so it was the perfect moment. I was the youngest in the group and you know when you pass the 25 yo, your life change in many maniers and so quickly. During this time I also learn a bit about the ones I didn’t really know. As we end eating, Alexandra and Alexender joined us back. « So what’s popin tonight ? » Alexandra asked us « We’re getting lit baby !» I shooted « Yeeeeea that’s the Robyn I like to ear » Michael high five me « Rio should called me in a moment, he said he knows a club where we can enjoy our first night » Raymond said grabbing his phone « Rio ? Rio ? » I looked at him « You know many Rio ? » « Like BABY RIO ? » « Yea man » « I didn’t know he was here ! » I said bouncing my shoulders happy that Rio will be here. « Wait will he be here, like with us tonight ? » I questioned « Not all the night but he will make us enter » he answered « Who is he » Florian asked blowing some smoke « My cousin » Raymond said He nobbed his head and watch me stood up, always dancing. Alexandra saw him watch me and told him that I was this happy because we used to dance together. I watched him and told him that it was my Latino Chris Brown. I left the kitchen and came back a little after with little cards in my hands. « Siiiiince we don’t know this place, I made little cards with all our numbers on it » I handed cards to everyone « you can use them if you get lost or if you black out or I don’t know » « Here you go again Mrs Annoying » Michael said « Thank you mama » Eve « Thank me later when you will find yourself not in Mexico and with your died phone. » I looked at Eve « at least someone is grateful » I stepped at the end of the table and said « please make sure your phone is totally charged before we leave, save the number of everyone in this room in your repertory because if you don’t have internet you can not reach to the numbers on whatsap, take your external charger if you have one and I think it’s all » « Oh really ? » Michael asked sarcastically « Wait no, who drive tonight ? » « I do » Florian said « Great, who else ? » The others looked at me like « Naaaa not me » « Come on guys, we will switch all week » I told « Then you should » Raymond said with a smirk I looked at him. The audacity. « You know what. I will » I answered back looking at him « Perfect, I will take shoots for you honey » I raise my middle finger at him. When I felt a large hand on the lower part of my back « Don’t worry, we will enjoy ourselves while they pass out » Florian said He was a tactile man. For sure. It was pleasing. Akward for someone I met few hours ago but pleasing. Without paying attention I found myself nobbing, putting my head on his chest and rubbing his forearm. WHY THAT FUCK I DID THAT ? —- 🎧 Vex Oh - Kaytranada I step out the shower entered in my room finding Alexandra in my bed. I put my hand on my chest and kept one underneath my breath so my towel doesn’t fall. Eyes closed I breath out « Did I scared you ? » she asked « You did. » i said closing the door « You’re such a coward » « I know, you know, everyone knows, then what 🤣 » « Guuuurl i saw your outfit for tonight » she said grabbing the fabric of the clothes I put on my bed before leaving for the bathroom « it’s hooooot » « You told me to take sexy stuff, but I already did  » « You sure you don’t wanna let them legs out ? » « Na Im scared to get cold » « Girl we’re in Mexico « « So what ? And let’s start slowly ok ? I don’t want people to have an heart attack. What are you wearing tonight, since I found you in my bed ass naked » « I’m not naked don’t you see that robe ? It’s satin. And I don’t know I’m waiting to see what Xander is wearing so I can match his outfit. » I looked at her smirking « what ? I want those latinas to know that he is NOT in the game anymore » I laughed « anyway I just came to checked on you about you know, the big boy just in front your room » « Did you tell him to take this room on purspose ? » I asked her clothing myself « It didn’t seemed bothered » I chuckled « did you hugged him in the kitchen or did I dreamed » I raise my head and look at her trough the mirror « Honestly I don’t know why I did that. » she looked back at me « I know, I say something and I do another but he is nice I think I didn’t wanted to be rude. » She stepped closer and rubbed my shoulders « Robyn. Look. You’re on vacation. You don’t owe anyone explanation even me. If you want to do something. Do it. If you don’t want. Don’t. But please do not overthink. Enjoy. You deserve it » I patted her hand on my shoulder and thanked her. She left ready to get finally dressed. I finished to get dressed and grabbed my phone to put some music to vibe while I will do my make up.

I saw that it was nearly 8pm. We were supposed to leave the villa at 9 so I was ok on the timing. I was ending baking my face when someone knocked at my door. I shooted to comin when I saw Rio.

I screamed and jumped on his arms. Maaaan it was good to see him. He had a wide smile and started to laugh. I asked what was funny « What are you cooking on your face ? » « We say baking and not cooking, with your silly ass » I said hitting his shoulder « I missed you » « I missed you more » he said moving his head a little « Sit » I pointed my bed and went back to the desk where I was doing my make up « where have you been ? » «Here and there » « Where exactly ? » I said looking back at him « Toronto, Miami, Atlanta, Chicago-« « Well ok superstar » I said laughing « I saw your ig man your classes looked lit, you’re really doing this » « Yea, you still dancing for mmmh Theophilus ? » he questioned with an eyebrow raised « Theo his name is Theo » « Yea whathever, you still dancing at this club ? » « No I moved actually » « Oh really ? Where ? When ? » « LA, a week ago » « Good, good, so you left your sugar daddy ?» he said laughing « he wasn’t my sugar daddy ! I already told you that « I said laughing back « My ass ! So who is the lucky one downstairs ? » « What you’re talking about ? » « There are only couple here right ? It’s like a couple’s trip ? Who is your boyfriend ? » « It’s not a couple’s trip » I said putting my last lashes on « Alrigh... I mean I would be happy to learn that you found someone who makes you happy after what Leo did to you » I moved my shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal when my someone knocked at the door. It wasn’t closed. I turned back and saw Florian. I really felt like ovaries blowed. He was just stunning. He has a white shirt, slightly open so I could notice his gold chain, white a black short and some white sneakers. So simple but man on him, it was just I opened my mouth slowly to take a breath when he excused himself to interrupted us but we needed to go otherwise we will be late for the place we booked for dinner. I told him that I had finished and that we arrive in few minutes when he left. I turned back at the mirror, checked my make up one last time I took my regular glasses so I can drive and my purse so Rio and I could leave my bedroom. When we arrived downstairs everyone was just fierce, outfit onfleek. I begged them for a group pictures because I just knew that a the end of the night we will not look good at right now. They finally aggreed, we took few pictures and went to the restaurant. —- When we arrived at the restaurant, a friend of Raymond and Rio joined us. So we were back to a pair number. We settled to a table. Alexandra was at my right, Florian at my left and Rio was in front of me. Thanks to the spanish skills of Xandra and her bright smiled, the waiter didn’t went to hard on us for our lateness. The view was just amazing. I think this is my first trip where every spot is breathtaking. « It’s beautiful right ? » Florian asked me while putting a arm on the top of my chair « Yea, I was just thinking of this » I turned back my head watching him watching me with a little smile « What again ? » i said smiling « What do you mean again ? » he said laughing « You’re always making fun of me » « That’s not true, I just found you’re cute with your glasses » Oh snap i forgot that I still have my glasses on. I don’t like wearing them I think it changes my face. But I just can’t do contact. I’m a coward as I told you. I took off my glasses and put them on my purse « Hey I said you look cute with them, why are you taking them me off «  he said softly « I rather not to have them » I said on the same tone « You look beautiful anyway » he said rubbing his lips index « Well thank you, you look handsome yourself Florian » I said patting his lap while sipping my spirkling water. The dinner was tasty. There was food in abundance and the vibe was just light. I found Florian hand gripped/carressed slightly my back sometimes. It made me slide to my left slide and rubbed my thumb on his right thigh. You know I’m just used to give back the softness he was giving to me. We talked about how he knew Alexander since he is te only person he is related to. About his last trip in Santorini. While he was telling me about it, the only think I could think about was all this pictures shirtless on his IG. I mean how can you erase them from your mind. As we finished to eat, we decided to headed to the club Rio was supposed to make us in. We just can’t wait to party hard. We went to the cashier and paid. As I waited for the others to pay Rio came I front of me, watching me

« No boyfriend hun ? » « Yeaaaaaa... » i said looking for my glasses I need them to drive. « Oh and all these carress during dinner with big boy ? » he said looking at Florian then back at me « We met today, come on, he is nice and he only knows Alexander » « So many reasons to have his dick sucked » I opened my mouth and clothed my mouth, in choke. He just has no filter. Not only one. « Just be careful ok ? » he said heading to the exit of the restaurant We settled in the area Rio found us. The bass was feeding my body. I love this feeling so much. It made me want to bounce everywhere. Ok i could not drink but it will not prevent me to enjoy my first night. Waiters came drop bottles at our table when Rio tapped on one waiter’s shoulder I said something in his ear. I couldn’t ear what he said because the music was loud. He stepped close to me, leaned and told me that he asked soft for drivers. I thanked him and lean over Florian who was now at my right to tell him. He moved his head and nobbed toward Rio to thank him. When our drinks arrived we could finally cheered up and start partying. The night was crazy. The DJ was crazy, I kept switching on good songs of all types, reggaton, rnb, afro, brand new and timeless classics, bangers only. I thought that I might get crazy by the end of the night. I danced with the girls, with Rio before he left and then came back to our table. Before I could reach our area there was a buch of girls, of all type, wiggling hard. I finally pass them when I saw Florian, alone, on his phone and smoking shisha. I set close to him as he put his arm back my waist, wrapping it a little without leaving is phone. I stepped closer to him and asked him what was the taste. He finally looked up at me and asked me to try. I put the end in my mouth and try to identify the taste. « Blueberry ? » i asked « Iced » he told me showing me his screen I looked at it and saw my Ig account with the button « waiting » « Are you going to make me wait a long time ? » he said smiling I smiled shyly back and took my phone. I went on Ig and accept him. I questioned him if he was happy and he nobbed proud of himself. I shook my head and told him « What do we do about your harem ? » He step back and watch me with frowned eyebrows. He had no idea of what I was talking about. I smiled and pointed at the woman’s group in front of us. All of her watching Florian with lust. I swear I could ear their prayers for him to just put an eye on her. He watched them, then back at me and smiled shyly shaking his head. « You’re goin to tell me that not one of them is your type ? » i asked « They’re all beautiful » « But ? » « But not interested » « What you need like a model or something ? » I said playfully « Naaaa » he sais before smoking « I need loyalty. » Since there his tone was matching mine. Very light. But the last sentence he said was serious. I could feel it the way his body language shift. I looked back at the girls and nobbed my head thinking about he just say. Loyalty is so rare those days. Everything happens so quickly and end so quickly. For a yes or a no a relationship can be twisted. People can be fake and act like you interest them but they just looking for their own benefit. Loyalty was definitely criteria We stay silent a little when I asked him « So you’re just goin to be sit here all night ? You’re not goin to dance at least on one music » He laughed a little and started bouncing his shoulders like it’s going to be enough. As I watch him and hyped him up so he can be confortable the DJ switch the music 🎧 BamBam - Chaka Demus & Piliers When I recognized the song I started raising slowly, took his hand and whispered him that he couldn’t let me dance on this song alone. He stood up and rubbed his face softly with his free hand. The smile on his face bretrayed him. He knew the song and seemed happy at this moment. I started moving my hips sensually on the rythym. Surprisly I found him following me without too much difficulties. Okkkkkk he got some moves okruuuu. As the music was jamming he slowly put his hand on my hips, step closer and turned me back. As I turned I started to laugh at myself. I was goin to grinded on him hard. It was so ridiculous because I was playing with the fire but damn it felt so good. My back was on his chest. I felt wrapped and I really didn’t want to let go. I think he was feeling the same way because I felt his head stuffed in my neck. I bitted my lips when I felt his breath and his beard on my burnin skin.

I was fucked up —— Wassup guys How do you feel about chapter two ? Do not hesitate to give me feedbacks, react and all that stuff Take care

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[jamesdeerest]

the worst liar

pairing: remus lupin x reader

request: @blackpinkdolan asked “Can you write something with remus where the reader thinks he is cheating bc he is distancing himself and is gone on the full moon and when the reader asks him why, he gives stupid reasons (wow that was a run on sentence😂)”

notes: i had loads of fun with this request!!

warnings: smol bit of angst, swearing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.3k

“y/n, wait up!” you looked behind you, eyebrow raised as sirius came to a halt in front of you, leaning over and panting for breath. “you,” he put a hand out, “are a hard woman to find. anyway, remus wanted me to tell you that he can’t make it today. and he’s really sorry, too. he’s.... what’s he doing... he’s ill! yes! remus is ill. anyway, bye! i have a snog waiting for me in an empty charms classroom, and, i mean, i can’t let that wait.” you just nodded, ignoring the crushing feeling in your chest as he huffed and ran off again, before turning to holly, your friend, and groaning at her glare. “don’t, holz-” 

“don’t you ‘don’t, holz’ me?! that’s the what, fourth date in a row that he’s cancelled? this isn’t fair on you, y/n. dump the flaky boy, and life will be good!” you sighed, your defense sounding feeble even to you. “i really like him, holly. you heard sirius, he’s ill.” holly snorted, shaking her head. “if you want to lie to yourself, be my guest. i still think you should dump him, anyway.” you swung your arm around holly’s shoulder, squeezing her in a side hug. “hey. if he does it again, i promise you, i’ll break it off. happy?” holly smiled at you, ruffling your hair. “i’m just looking out for you, y/n. i don’t like seeing you sad.”

you kept walking to hogsmeade, meeting up with some of your other friends on the way, but holly pulled you back. “okay number one, you’re coming to the three broomsticks with us, your day is not getting ruined by a stupid boy, and two? i’m sorry, but sirius is the shittiest liar i’ve ever seen,” she grinned, making you burst into laughter. “thanks, holz.” you said, before jumping in the nearest puddle to you, splashing muddy water all over holly’s jeans, and sprinting away cackling. “you bitch, get back here!”

you got back from hogsmeade a couple hours later, cheeks aching from laughing, and the sickly sweet taste of butterbeer still on the tip of your tongue. your good mood dissipated in seconds, however, when you saw your boyfriend, laughing too, and distinctly not ill. when he saw you, a guilty look immediately came over him, and he started to hurry over. you groaned. you just wanted to forget about earlier, and get in the shower- holly more than paid you back for earlier, and people were already eyeing you judgingly. you elbowed holly, grabbed her arm and started walking in the opposite direction to remus, ignoring his calls of your name. holly, mercifully, went along with it, and leaned in as you briskly walked. “any reason we’re like we need to pee?” 

you tried to hide your snort. “i just... don’t want to deal with remus right now. he was clearly lying earlier, and i’ve had enough? you know?” holly grinned, only walking faster. “yes, i know. i’ve been trying to tell you for months. anyways, whilst we’re speedwalking, can we speedwalk to the dorm? i need a shower.” you laughed, agreeing. “yeah, you do. full offense, holz, you stink.” she gasped, shoving you. “says you!”

about an hour later, you had finally got all the mud out your hair. once you had wrapped it up in a towel, you got on some comfy leggings and one of remus’ hoodies, quickly towel-dried your hair so it wasn’t dripping down your back, and headed off to dinner, thoroughly exhausted. plopping yourself down at the y/h table, you had only just started your mac ‘n cheese when remus tapped you on the shoulder. “hey, can we talk?” you barely looked up from your food before replying. “maybe later, i’m really tired.” remus paused, before mumbling an agreement and going back to his friends. holly grinned, squeezing your cheeks. “i love this y/n.” you shook her off, smiling, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your head. it’s fine. you’d talk to him tomorrow.

well, a week had gone by, and you hadn’t said more than two sentences to the boy. you had tried, though, every time he was ‘busy’. funny, that. busy. you know who else seemed to be busy all the time? mary mcdonald. you hadn’t payed much attention to the mousy gryffindor before, but she sure seemed to spend a lot of time around remus. holly was positively fuming, and you couldn’t be bothered to stop her. at least you had been making an effort, but it was always ‘not right now, y/n’, ‘i’ll talk later, y/n’- the list of excuses went on and on. and last night, remus showed up to dinner with a fresh scar on his face! when you asked about it, he brushed it off as he fell down the stairs. likely story. wouldn’t be surprised if mary mcdonald gave him that, during when he was ‘busy’.

you were thoroughly miserable, and holly had had enough. this particular lunchtime, you and a couple friends were hanging around the courtyard, just chatting, when holly walked over, grabbed your arm and dragged you over to where the marauders were sitting. james saw you, paled, saw holly, paled even more, and nudged remus, who jerked upright when he saw you, stumbling over and muttering apologies. however, before you could say anything, holly whipped her hand back and slapped him, right across the face. “you, remus lupin, have some fucking nerve.” remus, bless him, just stared at holly, shocked, while you stepped in between the two. “holly, chill. i’ve got this, alright?” grudgingly, she nodded, and you dragged a stuttering remus back into the castle, and then into an empty classroom. 

perching yourself on one of the desks, you watched as remus shifted awkwardly, the silence palpable. well, you thought, go big or go home. “are you cheating on me with mary mcdonald?”

remus blanked. of all the things he’d planned for you to say, that hadn’t occurred to him. you took his silence as an agreement, and, fighting the tears that threatened to fall any minute, nodded, gulping, and stood up, walking past him. suddenly, remus’ brain turned on again, and he reached out to grab your arm, stopping you. “no. i’m not cheating on you with mary mcdonald. or anyone, for that matter.” relief flooded through you, and you returned to the desk, thinking over your next words, trying to keep composed before- fuck it. you looked up, and remus’ heart ached at your red rimmed eyes. “what’s going on, remus?” 

and just like that, all remus’ excuses that he had planned out for nights on end with peter flew out of his head. “u-um... i’m... taking ballet classes?” his eyes went wide as he realised what he said, wincing at your deadpan face. “try again, remus.”

“i’m doing graffiti in hogsmeade.” what the fuck, remus.

“i’m... training to be a pole dancer!” oh, my merlin- his thoughts cut off as you laughed, before covering your mouth. so much for being composed.

remus took a deep breath, before taking both of your hands in his own. “y/n, i’m... i’m a... i’m a werewolf.” your eyes widened, and for a second his heart stopped. you took a step back. “is that it? god, i thought you were-”

“cheating on you. i know. and i’m sorry for hiding it. i- i didn’t want you to hate me, that’s all.” your face softened, as you rushed forward to hug him. “remus, i could never hate you. so what if you go a little furry once a month? big deal.”

remus laughed, trying to ignore the tears building up. you were really something else. “well, i mean, it kind of is-” 

“remus?”

“mm?”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“yes ma’am.”

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[ragewerthers]

Stink or Swim

Summary:  Ignis is by no means a house cat, but there are some creature comforts that are harder to give up then others.Using a lake full of fish and gods knows what else as a pseudo-bathtub may be pushing his comfort a bit far.

A/n:  This is a fun little fic I wrote for @bgn846 with he prompt for skinnydiipping!  I hope you enjoy the silliness! :D

You can also find it on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17749826

Word count: 3,274

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By no means was Ignis a house cat as it were.  He had been through enough training to know how to rough it, but hat didn’t mean that he didn’t still enjoy his creature comforts.  

A coffee maker for one thing.  

A bed for another.

And a shower.

Oh his kingdom for an actual, honest to gods shower.

Ignis knew how to get his hands dirty, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy washing them afterwards.

Currently the four of them were finishing setting up camp and all of them had definitely been getting their hands dirty and it was starting to make Ignis’s skin crawl.

Apparently it was starting to get to the others as well.

“And where do you think you’re goin’, Princess?” Gladio groused as he hauled a dirty and crumpled looking Prince out of the tent and away from his attempts at slinking to his sleeping bag for a quick nap.

“Gladio, let me go!  We’ve been doing hunts for the better part of the day!  Can’t I just lay down and die for a second?!” he grumbled, wriggling to try and get away from the arms locked around his waist.

Gladio rolled his eyes so hard that Ignis could practically hear them from his spot by the campstove.

“I don’t think so, Stinkerella,” he said simply before hoisting the younger male up over his shoulder and carrying him away from the tent, causing the Advisor to have to cover his mouth to stifle a snort.

Prompto was not so kind, instantly laughing as Noct squeaked and looked like the most indignant sack of potatoes that the world had ever seen.

“Stinkerella?!” he cried out as he flailed, trying to get Gladio to put him down.

“You heard me!  I’m not lettin’ you roll your grubby little body all over our sleepin’ bags,” Gladio said simply, as Noct continued to grumble behind him.

“You don’t smell like a bed of roses yourself, ya know!  If you don’t lower your arms soon I think the local wildlife will be in danger!” Noct shot back and this time, Ignis did snort, though excused himself as if passing off a sneeze.

Gladio didn’t buy it for a second.

“I don’t smell that bad!” he shot back, instantly depositing the squirming Prince into a camp chair and crossing his arms over his chest, perhaps a little self conscious now.

“I hate to break it to ya, big guy, but I think you could knock out a Red Giant with that funk,” Prompto teased from his spot in his own camp chair, not paying attention as he looked through a few pictures from the car ride here.

Gladio instantly stepped up and got the gunner in a headlock, growling playfully as Prompto made a strangled noise of fear and disgust.

“Keep it up, buttercup.  You think anyone wants to sleep next to you and those socks of yours?” the Shield teased back causing Prompto to gasp dramatically and regret every life choice he’d ever made as he was hit with the full musk of the other man.

“I smell like fresh daisies compared to you!  Noct!  Mama Ignis!  Help!” the blonde cried out, trying to free himself.

Ignis gave a deep sigh, wondering if perhaps he should leave the gunner to his smelly fate after calling him by that nickname, but as the poor boy seemed to be turning green he decided to intervene.

“Gladio, please release, Prompto.  None of us are at our best, myself included, but one more hunt should put us into some good gil to get us into a hotel where we can all get a chance to freshen up,” he offered peacefully, happy to see Gladio releasing the poor gunner who immediately dropped to the haven floor, gasping dramatically and wheezing.

“Dude, are you okay?” Noct asked amusedly, a light smile on his face at Prompto’s theatrics.

“The things I seen, dude… the… the things I smelled…,” he stammered as Gladio growled once more.

“I’m not that bad!” he cried, flinging his arms in the air before quickly lowering them again.

Definitely self conscious now.

Ignis made his way over to his partner, pressing a little kiss to his cheek and patting his chest.

“They’re only messing with you, darling,” he offered gently, watching as Gladio relaxed slightly and brought an arm up to wrap around him… instantly being hit with the funk that Prompto had spoke of.

On reflex Ignis quickly stepped back and brought a hand up, watching as his partner looked both surprised and hurt.

“I’m sorry, love… but… you know you can get a bit… pungent after a few days,” he offered by means of an apology, lowering his hand once more and fixing his glasses.  “I assure you that you wouldn’t want a hug from myself either, but as I said.  One more evening roughing it and we should be able to get into a hotel.”

Pouting slightly now, Gladio went and slumped into his own chair with a huff.

“Well this stinks.”

“Yeah you do.”

“Shut up, Stinkerella!”

As Gladio and Noct decided to get into a mini snit fit with each other, Prompto, who had finally caught his breath, made his way back to his own seat.

“You know… at that last outpost one of the hunters mentioned there being a pond or lake or something around here.  I mean… I know it’s not much, but at least we could wash up a bit?” he offered, making the bickering stop if only for a moment.

Ignis’s lips instantly turned into to frown.  

Wading into an open body of water that fish and any matter of animal waded into to clean up?  That seemed the antithesis of cleanliness, but before he could open his mouth to form his rebuke Gladio was already standing.

“Good idea, Prom.  Now that you mention it I remember him saying that too.  It should be just a little south of here.”

Ignis gaped at the man.  Surely Noct wouldn’t stand for this?  His Highness would say something and put a stop to this… madness.

“I’m game.”

WHAT?!

Ignis turned to look at Noct with wide eyes, trying to figure out if he‘d heard him correctly.

“If it’ll let me sleep in the tent again and get rid of your death pits then I’m all for it.  Besides maybe I’ll be able to get in a bit of fishing as well,” Noct said with a bright smile as he popped up from his chair, Prompto giving a little whoop of excitement next to him.

“Alright!  Stinky field trip!” he cheered, making Noct laugh and push his friends shoulder playfully.

“- there, Iggy?”

“Oh!  Uh… apologies, Gladio.  You were saying?” Ignis asked, realizing that he’d been lost in his own mini spiral of thoughts.

Gladio looked at the man with a bit of concern, but offered a little smile.

“I said, did you want to drive or are we walkin’ there?” he asked gently.  “You feelin’ okay?  You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.  And if it’s not too far I’m sure we can walk.  It would be less conspicuous,” he offered, trying to brush off any concern.

Not looking like he fully believed his partner, Gladio gave a little nod deciding to let it go for now.

“Alright then.  Then we’ll head out in ten once everyone’s got their stuff,” he said, as Ignis nodded dumbly.

Oh his skin was definitely crawling now.

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By no means was Ignis a house cat… but this… was absolutely unacceptable.

The hunter hadn’t led them astray with his information.  There was indeed a lake near the haven, surrounded by trees and a few outcropping of rocks  and boulders and by all accounts it was rather picturesque… when one wasn’t considering it to be a your personal bathtub.

“Woah.  This place will be great for an impromptu photo shoot,” Prompto said as he glanced around.

“You mean an ‘im-Prompto’ photoshoot?” Gladio said with a smirk, getting a groan from the younger two.

“You’ve gotta stop hanging around Iggy so much.  You’re starting to do horrible puns just like him!” Noct teased, earning him a large tank top to the face, immediately setting him off gagging.

“You thought it was funny and you know it,” Gladio shot back as Noct finally freed himself from the smelly shirt and flung it into the bushes.

Taking the cue from Gladio, Prompto and Noct also started to undress, setting their fresh clothes and toiletries near the closest rocks at the edge of the water.

Ignis… remained where he stood, arms clenched around his own items as he continued to gaze out at the water.

He couldn’t do it.  He refused to do it!  This was unsanitary!  A crime against cleanliness!  Fish would see his bits and regardless of how much soap there was his feet would still get muddy and sandy as soon as he stepped out of the water and gods knew what other disgusting treats lay at the bottom of that water.

Ignis gave a full body shiver before being drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of a whoop and a rather large splash, the water spraying out enough to sprinkle his glasses with a few droplets.

Apparently the other three had decided that to get over the shock of cold they would each take a turn, running and jumping off a nearby boulder.

Obviously the first one to go had been Gladio, thus the rather large splash that had occured.

He watched as the man soon broke the surface again, flipping his wet hair back from his face and wiping some of the water from his eyes.

“Come on, Princess!  You gonna chicken out on me?” he called back to Noct who glowered down at him.

“As if!  I’m just gonna do my jump with flare!” he declared, standing brazingly in the buff with Prompto standing behind him, equally as naked.  This easily led Ignis to his conclusion on what Gladiolus had decided to wear while bathing and he shook his head.

“I think I’m gonna take a running leap,” Noct began, stretching his arms over head and to the sides as if readying himself for some Olympic sized tournament.  “Then maybe do a double flip twist forward before striking a sweet pos-GAH!”

With a little push between his shoulders from Prompto, Noct flailed, fell forward and landed with a SMACK in the worlds most painful belly flop.

Gladio was literally beside himself with laughter as Noct slowly sank into the water before popping up again and sputtering, looking like an angry wet kitten.

Prompto was wheezing from his perch on the boulder and even Ignis couldn’t help chuckling a little at the sight.

“You’re a dead man, Argentum!” Noct growled back up at Prompto who merely shrugged at the threat.

“I’ve had a good run!” he called back with a bright smile, taking his own running leap before jumping and landing a perfect cannonball beside Noct and Gladio, dousing them in water again.

As Prompto resurfaced and Noct proceeded to try and drown him for his earlier betrayal, Ignis found himself getting lost in his thoughts again.

“Aren’t you comin’ in, Iggy?  The waters not that cold, I promise!” Gladio called, behind him Prompto was attempting to splash his way to freedom from Noct.

Ignis shook his head instantly.  His mind made up utterly and completely.

“I’m sorry, Gladio, but I refuse to use this… this… fish tank as a bathtub,” he called back, setting his clothes aside.  “It’s unsanitary.  I’ll wait til we get to an actual hotel.  Thank you.”

Ignis’s words seemed to cause all the chaos happening in the water to cease.

Gladio was staring at the man as if seeing him for the first time.

Prompto, who now had Noct in a headlock and Noct, who had a hand full of Prompto’s hair, both stopped to look at the man as well.

“But… don’t you want to get clean?  You love being clean!” Noct called back, making Ignis huff a bit as he nudged his glasses a little further up his nose.

“Exactly.  I love being clean, but this is not clean.  No amount of soap will stop you all from smelling like fish when this is all over!” he shot back, though he really had no way of saying whether or not this was true.

“You literally refused to hug me earlier because I was pungent and now that we have a remedy you refuse to do it?!” Gladio asked, swimming a little closer to shore, his eyes narrowed.  “Ignis… don’t make me ban you from the tent like I did to Noctis earlier.  Look!  Even he’s trying it!”

Ignis snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, turning his face away from the other three.

“Go ahead.  I’ll be perfectly content to take my sleeping bag to the farthest corner of the haven if I have to, but I am not taking a bath in that disgusting water!”

Gladio’s eyes had narrowed into slits at this point, watching as Ignis resolutely stood his ground, refusing to get into the water with them.

Slowly he began to swim forward, but soon he began to pick up speed, his feet soon hitting the sandy bottom and once he was positive he had good footing… he attacked.

With a war cry he rushed from the water in all his naked and tattooed glory, looking like the world’s most deranged seabird with the black feathers printed on his back and shoulders glistening in the sunlight.

Ignis instantly startled but as he turned to run he found two huge, wet arms wrapped around him before being picked up bridal style.

“Gladio?!  Gladiolus!  You put me down this instant!  Don’t you dare do this or I swear to Ramuh I will end you!” Ignis sputtered as the Shield started to carry him toward the water.

With a bright smile, Gladio chuckled and held the man a little closer, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I’ve had a good run,” he teased, using Prompto’s earlier words before running full tilt with Ignis in his arms back into the water, getting up to his waist before tossing the Advisor in, glasses, shoes, clothes and all.

With a loud yelp, Ignis sank into the murky depths to a chorus of cheering from the other three.

However… instead of popping back up like he’d expected Ignis to, Gladio watched as the ripples that signaled where Ignis had sunk began to calm, his smile soon giving way to a look of confusion and then a bit of worry.

“Ignis?” he called, wading closer to the spot he’d thrown the man, the water well up to his chest now as he wondered what had happened.

He didn’t have to wonder long.

Shooting up out of the water behind the Shield, Ignis instantly latched onto the man before dragging him down under the water with a yelp.

“Gladio?!  Ignis?!  Noct did you see that?!” Prompto yelped as he watched Gladio jump back out of the water, Ignis still latched onto him from behind.

“I’m sorr-EEHEHEE!” Gladio squealed as he doubled over in the water, instantly giving way to hysterical laughter and alerting the others to what torment was happening to him.

Ignis’s hands were latched onto Gladio’s sides, fingers digging in and tickling mercilessly as the larger man attempted to dive back under the water to escape his attacker.

“No you’re not, but you will be!” Ignis seethed, his hair fallen over his features from it’s normal updo, glasses askew on his face and his shirt clinging to him uncomfortably.

Gladio positively howled with laughter as Ignis moved one hand down to knead against his bare hip while the other scribbled against his stomach.

“Do you think we should help him?” Prompto asked as they watched Gladio being tickled to death by a vengeful Ignis.

Noct gave a little hum of thought before coming to a conclusion.  

“I suppose we have to,” he sighed before raising his hands out of the water to cup them around his mouth to shout.

“Get under his arms, Iggy!  You know that’s his worst spot!” he called out as Prompto blanched beside him.

“Dude… Gladio’s going to murder you when he gets free,” he gunner warned, getting a chuckle from the Prince.

“Eh, I’ve had a good run,” he said lightly as Ignis seemed to attack the Shield with renewed vigor.

“My phone was still in my trousers you behemoth!” Ignis chided, though any real anger had started to melt away into amusement as Gladio shook with laughter in his arms, his hands having found their way to ticklish ribs and scribbling quickly as Gladio’s arms pinned them in place.

“I-I’m… I’m sosososo SAHAH-REHEHEE!” Gladio begged, cheeks rosy from laughter and exertion.

Finally deciding the man had suffered enough, Ignis stopped his attack, simply wrapping his arms around the larger man and shaking his head as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

Gladio easily slumped against him, back pressed against Ignis’s chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“I…. I’m sorry, Iggy.  Really,” he panted, giggling adorably when Ignis gave him a little teasing flutter of fingers against his side.

“You’d better be,” Ignis murmured softly a moment later before sighing and stopping, letting Gladio go and watching as the Shield turned around.  He could see the question in the others eyes and gave a little sigh.

“Well… seeing as I’ve already been contaminated I guess I might as well try bathing in this.  But I want you all to know that this means that as soon as we get to a hotel I get first dibs on the shower.  No if’s, ands or buts about it,” Ignis warned, looking from Gladio over to the other two who had finally decided it was safe to get closer.

“Fair enough,” Gladio said softly, it was the least he could do after what he’d done to Ignis.

“Good.  Now… if you’ll excuse me I feel I’m a bit overdressed for this occasion,” he said as he waded his way back to shore to undress out of his wet clothes, getting wolf whistles from Gladio as soon as he was out of his boxers and flushing slightly with an amused smile.

“You’re absolutely incorrigible,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I am,” Gladio called back, a large smile on his face.

It wasn’t long before Ignis was back in the water with the others, everyone finally settling down to bathe a bit and to be fair, Ignis did feel a bit calmer after getting some of the grime off his skin.

It may not have been what he was used to, but really it was better than how he had felt before.

As he rose up from the water after rinsing the shampoo from his hair he felt two strong arms once again settling around his waist and smiled.

“You smell good,” Gladio murmured softly against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there as Ignis leaned back against him.

“As do you,” Ignis admitted with a soft smile, soothing his hands over the others forearms.  “You no longer smell like you rolled in Anak dung.”

Gladio chuckled and nipped at his neck lightly.  “Watch it, Iggy or you’ll get yourself in trouble,” he warned lightly as Ignis gave a little hum of thought.

“Ah… well… I’ve had a good run,” he teased before sending a massive splash of water up into Gladio’s face, making the man sputter as he made his escape.

No… this wasn’t so bad at all.

[bipolarwitchcraft]

Awnser all the questions of the post you recently reblogged.

Yeet 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?-water bottles. I like metal ones. 2. chocolate bars or lollipops?-lollipops3. bubblegum or cotton candy?-cotton candy4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?-a pleasure to have in class and a creative writer. I wrote a lot of stories and was told by a few teachers I could be a published author when I got older. I hope they’re right. 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?-cans the easiest 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?-boho goth county would accurately describe me7. earbuds or headphones?-earbuds but not apple earbuds Bc they hurt8. movies or tv shows?-tv shows under 30 mins bc my attention span is 2 seconds (excluding the Orville and 911 bc those are amazing shows)9. favorite smell in the summer?-well water and main and tail shampoo10. game you were best at in p.e.?-volleyball. If I didn’t have to play 2 sports to be in athletics I would have played it in high school. 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?-I don’t eat breakfast usually at school but when I work at camp I’ll usually have 2 eggo waffles and peanut butter maybe with a plum or something 12. name of your favorite playlist?-drive songs 13. lanyard or key ring?-key ring. I can’t stand having my keys on a lanyard 14. favorite non-chocolate candy?-Swedish fish 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?-the secret life of bees and of mice and men. They are the only two I actually read all the way through and didn’t sparknotes lmaoo16. most comfortable position to sit in?-completely slouched in a chair with on leg crossed 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?-my serape ariat cruisers or my berks 18. ideal weather?-70s to mid 80s with a nice breeze 19. sleeping position?-I’m a stomach sleeper lol but I usually try to fall asleep on my left side 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?-note book. My favorite are the 5-star note books. College rule. One subject. 21. obsession from childhood?-dinosaurs and rocks. Still relevant today as a geology major22. role model?-don’t have role models. They always disappoint. Just be a decent person and do what you enjoy. 23. strange habits?-I rub the corners of blankets and pillows and such on and under my thumb nail. But only my right. I also poke my tongue out of my mouth a little when I’m riding. 24. favorite crystal?-I’m a sucker for amethyst. But quartz is also a favorite. I have natural quartz clusters all over my backyard at home. 25. first song you remember hearing?-besides like baby songs it was probably something my dad was listening to so I’m going to say Loser by Beck or Sweet Home Alabama bc those have been staples of my life. 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?-ride and then immediately jump in the lake 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?-read 28. five songs to describe you?-I don’t know enough about myself to know what describes me but my favorite songs rn are ‘99’ by Barnes Courtney, Colours by Grouplove, Pumped Up Kicks by foster the people, Talk Too Much by Coin, and Broken by lovelytheband 29. best way to bond with you?-talk to me 30. places that you find sacred?-nature, whataburger at 3am, and my room 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?-I always feel badass when I wear my show chaps 32. top five favorite vines?-omg so many. Road work ahead, Adam, any from that kid that wear his hoodie and has his ears sticking out (snoooooooooop), well when life gives you lemons, you either kill your self or get killed what you gonna do 33. most used phrase in your phone?-lmaooo34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?-tide pods with gronk 35. average time you fall asleep?-midnight ish 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?-ummmm it was probably some iFunny shit 37. suitcase or duffel bag?-duffle 38. lemonade or tea?-sweet tea 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?-lemon meringue pie from Bluebonnet Cafe 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?-some much. Some let a rooster loose in the main hall and no one could catch it, some left stink bait in the locker and the whole school smelled, some just showed up and gave my ag teacher a calf, we had a interim principal who we called Bernie Sanders which he hated and sent out a announcement video telling us to stop and we only got worse 41. last person you texted?-my mom42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?-jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?-oof I’m a sucker for a cardigan 44. favorite scent for soap?-lavender 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?-fantasy 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?-over sized t shirt47. favorite type of cheese?-mozzarella 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?-I feel like I would be a strawberry bc im a strawberry blond/a redhead 49. what saying or quote do you live by?-sometime it just be like that 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?-this video has my gasping every. Single. Time. If you’re sad PLS WATCH: https://youtu.be/23B017ZVIx451. current stresses?-finals and getting my wisdom teeth removed 52. favorite font?-I only use times new roman lol I don’t type a lot 53. what is the current state of your hands?-dry but my nails are getting long which I’m glad about54. what did you learn from your first job?-I worked retail so I learned how to handle people at their worst lol 55. favorite fairy tale?-I like the Disney Rapunzel, but I also like the original telling if the little mermaid 56. favorite tradition?-watching the 24hours of a Christmas Story during Christmas 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?-self harm -body image -fighting 58. four talents you’re proud of having?-creativity through writing, riding, baking, common sense59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?-bro60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?-yoooo61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?-I’ve read too many books to have a favorite line from just one lol, but I heard “I’m a grown up ass man I can do what I want” on AP bio which was pretty funny 62. seven characters you relate to?-Nina Zenik from Six of Crows. That’s it. She’s the only one. 63. five songs that would play in your club?-I cannot stand clubs or bars so none lol64. favorite website from your childhood?-fucking moshimonster.com and girlsgogames.com 65. any permanent scars?-yep. I got burned as a baby and still have the scars on my fingers 19 years later. I have a lot more as well. 66. favorite flower(s)?-I’m more of a succulent person so cactus flowers 67. good luck charms?-I don’t really have any 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?-I had ranch flavored soda once so that takes it. But I don’t like cheap beer either. 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? -a daddy long leg spider is the most poisonous spider but their fangs are too weak to pierce human skin 70. left or right handed?-right 71. least favorite pattern?-houndstooth 72. worst subject?-calculus 73. favorite weird flavor combo?-hot Cheetos and sour cream74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?-575. when did you lose your first tooth?- 5 y/o76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?-mashed 100%77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?-jade succulents 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?-I like sushi from HEB 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?-school id80. earth tones or jewel tones?-earth times 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?-firefly 82. pc or console?-Uhhh idk??? 83. writing or drawing?-writing 84. podcasts or talk radio?-talk radio 84. barbie or polly pocket?-Polly pocket. Forbidden gummy 85. fairy tales or mythology?-mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes?-cupcakes with no icing 87. your greatest fear?-bugs crawling in my ear 88. your greatest wish?-to be successful and happy with a S/O and a daughter on lots of land89. who would you put before everyone else?-my parents 90. luckiest mistake?-There are no mistakes. Everything happens for a reason. 91. boxes or bags?-depends 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?-sunlight93. nicknames?-my dad calls me sissy bug and my mom calls me bamber and my friends call my dumb bitch lol so 94. favorite season?Spring or fall. They’re basically the same in Texas. 95. favorite app on your phone?-social media apps96. desktop background?-I don’t have a desktop but my laptop is just a pre downloaded galaxy ones. 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?-mine, my moms, my dads, and my dads business 98. favorite historical era?-ancient Egypt and the 60s

[patchworklove]

had a really good day at slam dunk south yesterday so here are the (many) highlights:

met state champs at their signing at 12 and they were all so sweet and liked my grayscale shirt yay! 

and then i watched knuckle puck for the first time who were really good and i really enjoyed it. they were very thankful just to be there and it was cute (though why we needed a fuck tr*mp thing mid set idk)

i then got myself a burger and watched cant swim from the back and i am going to check them out on spotify bc they seemed really good and like something i would like.

then i caught homesafe’s set from barrier and tyler was so sweaty bc the numpty wore a sweatshirt thing and it was like 25C and super sunny and he was pouring with sweat by the end of the second song. they were really cool too and though they didnt play my fav i had fun. 

watched my favs in broadside from barrier still and omfg i am so happy that i finally got to see paradise songs live yay! honestly meant a lot. they played storyteller and damaged kids and obviously coffee talk and also come and go and summer stained and laps and hidden colours (which means a lot to me) and i got pat’s pic and it was amazing and im sad i cant go to their london show tomorrow bc exams

legged it to state champs and think i missed their first song (no idea what) but caught them from all you are is history onwards including crystal ball and dead and gone which were v good live and then remedy went off! and they ended their set with secrets unsurprisingly but it was fab so w/e.

then legged it back to roam to watch the end of their set and almost got swallowed by the pit at one point bc they really went for it. bonnie fraser tried crowdsurfing on the inflatable and was gone in 5 secs it was hilarious. miles threw his drumstick at the end and it hit me on the head and my sister grabbed it but she ended up giving it to me after some pleading bc she doesnt like roam that much. 

went to watch grayscale and they were honestly so much better than i remember them being when they were supporting aii and i really enjoyed it so much. 

watched stand atlantic from the barrier - they played a short set featuring an old one not from the ep so most of us didnt know it and it was a little awkward but their new unreleased one rips and im looking forward to hearing a recorded version. sister got a stand atlantic pic and keot asking if i wanted to trade but nah bc she let me have the drumstick so she could keep it

went to merch to see if we could see grayscale bc they said theyd be hanging around there and they were but i met broadside first!!! 

dorian was chill and sweet as was pat. had to queue to talk to ollie  bc the sweetie talked to everyone so much bc he cares that much (other bands take note!) and was so nervous and dithery bc i admire him but he was nice and told me he liked my hair?? (even though it was a nest at that point bc surfers) and i had photos with them and they signed my ticket and im just so happy!! 

met all of grayscale as well instead of joining a massive line to meet derek discanio again and had chats with them and they were so nice and chill and i think my sister is in love with them both bands thanked me for spreading their music and stuff to encourage others to support them (pretty sure dorian and ollie also thanked me for the years that id been listening to them) for anyone interested nick ventimilglia told me that they were likely to tour uk again in new year. andrew kyne said they’d probs start working on new music soon-ish. he also said london and manchester and notts were the best shows on the aii tour (though no order was given)

met alex adam from roam though and he signed my ticket and got a photo with him and told him i enjoyed his set. 

contemplated meeting tyler from sc again bc i wanted a photo but the queue was a while and we decided to watch aii instead and get good spots and we did and ended up barrier 3 or 4 songs in despite going to try to meet tyler and being behind about 8 people. dallas and colin (grayscale) joined for a bit and it was great - sister decided to go back to merch and tell colin she thought he did well

as it is were great though i still dont like the new song that much and it is weird to see patty’s hair in person c i keep expecting bleached boy. enjoyed myself though

watched gc for a bit from the back bc i never really listened to jimmy much but there was a bunch of lightning (thought it might storm) and we werent too fussed about their set so we left early lmao 

things that i wish i could have done:

been able to watch creeper and twin atlantic as well but stage time clashes sucked.

not had to spend £7 on a burger (was a good burger but fuck me)

had photos with state champs (but it was a signing and that was understandable). 

met stand atlantic instead of freaking out when they walked past

not missed the first 5 mins of champs but broadside was worth it so...

WORN SUN CREAM BC MY ARMS ARE BRIGHT RED!!! as is the left side of my face. i am an idiot who forgot sun exposure was a problem bc britain never has this issue.

breathed through my mouth better bc portaloos stink

taken 2 sharpies bc i cannot tell the signs on the back (grayscale - colin + alex) apart all that well. 

not almost motorb**ted a security lady trying to protect me from aii crowdsurfers.

[whatdreams-may-come]

Thoughts during Ep 11 “Uncharted”

SPOILERS AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK - how the heck is she gonna survive walking around an island just hoping people live there like I would have a nervous breakdown and die you go Claire - okay we get it, she’s walking, she’s thirsty, sunburnt, etc. but like did we need a whole 15 min of that? - also she’s like in her 50s. This chick could totally survive Naked and Afraid. - Father Fogden is giving me such weird vibes. He’s like too nice. - this dude is talking to a coconut. #coco #islandfever - mamacita is my fave. “You stink” is my favorite line of the season - I figured it out, Fogden reminds me of Slughorn from HP6. Don’t know why. - Mamacita is such a straight up bitch I love her. She and the goat lady from last ep are amazing minor characters - Aw now I feel bad for this dude. Like Claire can relate. But also let her go tomorrow man!! God this is stressing me out. - also we are halfway through the episode and she’s still stuck there how are we gonna fit in everything else??? - Claire and Coco: a relationship I didn’t know I needed but I’m glad I got it. - Okay did anyone else feel like that cave could be related to the skull Joe Abernathy said was found in a cave??? I’m probably onto something but I haven’t gotten to this book yet so idk???? - what are the odds that Jamie and the gang all have to stop on that same island? Like wow how perfectly planned was that 🙃 - NO THEY ARE LEAVING BUT SHE’S STILL RUNNING I HAVE SO MUCH ANXIETY RN. CLAIRE GO FASTER. - I don’t remember why she took the mirror in the first place but I’m glad she did. - I know like the mirror reflecting the sunlight actually works but would it really work when they are that far away? Things are just falling together too easily here. - okay I KNOW the second reunion is dramatic but I could not stop laughing at Jamie thrashing through the water. Like he started running from somewhere that wasn’t even close to the row boat. I just keep picturing them yelling action and he’s just running from behind the camera lmao. - I’m still crying tho cuz I’m a sap and I’m glad they are back together. - “ever notice how Mac Dub’s wife just shows up in the strangest places?” I’m cackling - every time Willoughby is on screen I get so happy. That’s my dude right there - aw wait they are gonna do the wedding now how cute! - I love Marsali so much she is so like Claire but she is so blunt and confident in her own way. And C has someone around Bree’s age to kinda fill that void a bit it’s so sweet. - every single thing about this wedding scene is comedy gold. - OKAY IM ABOUT TO GET SUPER EMOTIONAL CUZ JAMIE NEVER GOT TO RAISE ONE OF HIS OWN CHILDREN FULLY AND NOW HE GETS TO SEE FERGUS ALL GROWN UP AND GET MARRIED AND HE GETS TO SEE IT WITH CLAIRE WHO IS LIKE A MOTHER TO HIM AND ITS LIKE WE FINALLY SEE THAT HE REALLY DID RAISE A CHILD AND WHEN HE “ADOPTS” HIM WITH THE LAST NAME IM CRYING SO MUCH. - Fergus Claudel Fraser and Marsali Jane McKimmie saying those quick I love you’s made my heart swell so much - everything about this turtle soup scene is brilliant - drunk Claire is the best Claire it’s official - I love that they are just having sex because of pure fun and spontaneity like they did after they were first married it’s not like I’m leaving you forever sex or angry makeup sex it’s just sex cuz they are honey and can and I’m so happy to see that kind of joy in them again.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 27.09.17 lb

again with the overdramatic new entry. 

rudra be like the fuck who is this dapper motherfucker who has more tadi than me and my brothers 

usne toh himmat kar li bina permission entry marne ki, lekin tumhare nalaayak security kya kar rahi thi when he just drove his damn bike into your goddamn house? 

abhay. fitting name. 

abhay’s cyoooot. has a decent voice/dialogue delivery too. 

“abbe tu abhay ho, bobby ho ya... teesra kaun hai?” “sunny.” 

snorttttt. 

major kiska pota? kisi ka bhi pota ho tu, dadaji ne tujhe sikhaaya nahi ki kisi ke ghar ke andar bike nahi ghusaate? 

damn his smile is cuuuuuute. oBros who? 

lol i’m so fickle. also i was craving a new pretty face to drool over. aaaaaand i found it! 

lmao the three oBros’ faces at dadi being all happy. apparently she’s not allowed to love any other new boys. 

pft such awaiii ka ghusaaya hua character he is. but again, he cute, so i don’t mind. 

please god can abhay remain a good boy, and not make me hate him? all i have right now to cling on to is the specter of samar jeet malhotra as my one unproblematic fave male character. 

LMAO RUDRA’S STINKEYE I AM LOVING IT. FUCK YOUUUUU RUDRA. *liptofies against abhay and kisses him* 

why the oBros so fucking grumpy? lighten up, idiots. or do you only like to adopt random young women into the family as honorary siblings? 

hooooooooooo boy, SSO is giving him up and down tadi waale looks. 

come on shivaay. accept him as new baby bro. look at how cute he is. 

i knewwww he’d be bringing mehendi! 

how’d he fit the box in his jacket tho? like...????? also, mehendi right up against a white shirt???? you truly are ABHAY (fearless), my friend!

anika is INSTANTLY charmed. i say she adopts him as new baby bro. shivaay has gauri already. 

100% organic mehendi. abhay’s done his research on gift recipient. i’m impressed. 

give the mehendi to anika tho, not the groom? 

LMAO OMRU ARE NOT HAPPY AT THIS NEW DEVAR ANIKA JUST ACQUIRED THANKS TO DADI, THEY’RE LIKE “NO! OUR BHAABI! OURS!”

anika just scored herself a new dost! yay! she could use more of those! 

wow, pinky bringing anika. interesting. 

poor anika’s hopeful eyes and smile though. the girl just wants to win saasuma over so badly. sigh. 

LMAO EVEN TEJ IS SICK OF THIS NONSENSE AND IS LIKE NOW WHAT, JUST LET THIS DAMN WEDDING HAPPEN ALREADY BEFORE SVETLANA KILLS US ALL 

pffffffft. vow time. 

om’s eyeroll of relief tho. 

ugh billllu whyyyyyy does this have to be in publiccccccc? couldn’t you do this in private like the ring thing???? 

LMAO ANIKA CHASTISING SAHIL FOR NOT HELPING WITH THE VOWS AND HIS SMILE 

the face of someone who’s totally ready. 

pehle aap pehle aap mein bloody muhurat beeta jaa raha hai. 

omki to the rescue as always. 

“WOW. woh W waala wow.”

aw man, his first vow is all in her language. 

shit that’s really sweet and heartfelt and i shoulda worked on this shit. hahaha fuck meeeeeeeeee. 

(note from tt @ anika: don’t worry babe. you got this. you’re gonna nail it!)

aw. family waala vow from her. 

even pinky looks gratified!

LMAO THE PANEER BUTTER MASALA 

“lathpath... agneepath!” 

said exactly in the tone of bachchan! 

LMAO all the family seems to be waaaaaay more into anika’s on the go vows than billu’s written months in advance. 

ok yes, i like these jokey vows vibe better now. 

KILL ME DEAD OMKARA WHY ARE YOU SO STINKING CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH COME HERE MY STUPID HANDSOME BOY LET ME SQUISH YOU TO DEATH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

billu, are you sure this is YOUR family? they’re allllll #teamAnika. 

you’ve already recorded her kicking you and she still didn’t believe you. so good luck with that billu. 

“jab bhi tum calculations mein phasogi toh main tumhe sahi zeroes lagaana sikhaaonga aur tumhe karke dikhaaonga!” 

ugh so stinking cute. also, need me a freak like this, who’ll handle all the math in my life. #mathAtheist

“jab bhi aap apne pahaadi kauwe jaisi besuri awaaz mein gaana gaayenge toh main nahi hasoongi.”

the singing and laughing was soooo nakuul breaking character. 

yup, at this point, this is just nakuul and not shivaay anymore. 

pinky can’t handle what a lovestruck idiot her son is being. she honestly didn’t raise him to be such a loser, wtf is he even doing lord. 

OK THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH IS THIS GOING TO BE JUST 40 MINUTES OF WOW VOWS COZ AS CUTE AS THIS IS IM BORED AND WANT SOME PLOT TO HAPPEN

pfffffffffffft, this kabhi nahi ladenge vow is the most unrealistic one in the history of the world for ANY COUPLE. 

even anika realises. 

okay this point this isn’t shivaay, it’s just nakuul. 

THIS GIRL HAS ZERO INHIBITIONS ANYMORE. AND HE GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYYYY. this is alllll i ever wanted from this damn couple *weeps*

i am living for tej’s happy face. 

“dhat pagli rulayegi kya?”

omg see! my theory about shivaay being secret bollywood fan is fully validated. he just pretends to be only into foreign cinema to be cool. he’s fulllllly into pre-2000s bollywood.   

“tum na, are the most beautiful, kind, wonderfully weird girl i know. tumhare saath bitaaya hua har lamha is an adventure...” 

sweet and all, but this vow is stolen word for word from friends no? mike’s vows to phoebe?? except the appu ghar bit of course. 

wait what was that bit about her body??? and his response “sab yahan hai, main bol nahi sakta...” get a room you assholes!

STOLEN VOWS OR NOT I AM CRYING. FUCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEE, MY KIDSSSSSSSSS. HOW LONG IT’S TAKEN THEM TO GET HERE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭😭

ummmmmmmmmm, wow. ok. that was highly unrealistic how abhay CAUGHT the sign. 

also, ugh, is there any symbolism to how he separated shivika to save them? coz.... i honestly cannot handle it if these two get fucked with AGAIN. please just let them live in peace. they’ve given their trial by fire already. 

ok what ridiculous extraaaaaaaa herobaazi. idgi, why is new guy given so much importance, when even omRu haven’t been given such heroic scenes?? 

finally. some non acid laced mehendi in this house. 

sahil’s cuteass expressions on the side. ouff, such cute, i just want to eat him up. 

aaankh maaare, ho ladka aaankh maare. 😉😉😉

fuck you rudra. just leave my girl bhavya aloneeeeeee. 

lol why the fuck would officer dad pick up your call? he fucking hates you. 

billu can’t stop with the sexy eyes at wife. 

oh great, abhay wants naach gaana. matlab, yeh begaani shaadi mein kuch zyaada deewana nahi ban raha????

PLEASE NO NAACH GAANA FUCKING PLEASE 

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

thank god omRu have managed to get into the groove of things though. coz abhay was seriously looking more pumped for this wedding than them. 

oh my heart, shivaay dancing with jhanviiiii and sahillll. 

lol abhay trying to sneak into the omRu dance collective 

of course, yahan yeh dono toh apne mein hi mast hai 

abhay has succeeded in winning over omRu!!! 😎😎😎

sexy hawa chaling and shivika are gravitating towards each other. methinks you two should sneak off and make out now.

.... aaaaaaaaand. nope. 

the most translucent duppatta in the world is being used as argument that these two not see each other till the wedding. cool. cool cool cool. 

abhay’s trying to play lawyer for shivaay but dadi be like son, you’re new here. shuuuuuuuush.

OMFG NO PHONES ALSO WTH DAAAAAAADI 😩😩😩😩

whut? these three drink together? i’ve never seen them sharing anything other than chai and milkshakes. 

om is already plastered. rudra is also almost there. shivaay is just like the fuck???? 😟😟😟

LMAO SHOW ITSELF POKING FUN AT SHIVAAY’S MULTIPLE SHAADI ATTEMPTS 

“RIGHT NUMBER LAGNE KE BAAD BHI, THE SSO WRONG NUMBER TRY KARTA RAHA, HELLLLOOOOOOOOO?”

omg this adorable idiot. 

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 

drunk/high om is my favt. om. no for real. i loveeeeeeee him when he’s plastered outta his mind. 

wow, what was that one line om had about destiny and ppl not meant for each other meeting. does that mean he’s still thinking gauri and him aren’t right for each other???? 😧😧😧

lmaoooo rudra, on being explained what an ageist is “yaar maine toh kabhi aisa nahi kiya, main dadi se itna pyaar karta hoon.” 

oh boy, foreshadowing with all this “obros, we’ll never change” dialogue. fear and dread are gripping my heart. 

aaaaaaaand abhay’s maarofied entry into that scene. this is definitely foreshadowing. 

“bhaiii ki tarah” based on what exactly? 

and lol omru’s faces at that. 

i def get the vibe that abhay’s putting nazar on oBro bond. oh abhay. why? just be the fourth damn musketeer.

like, fuck calling each other, i would kill someone who took my phone. excuse me, i need my hourly updates about all the cats i’m following on instagram???? and i need to keep up with all the hot new memes that are spawned on an hourly basis on this hellsite????? gimme my phone  bitch!!!!

shivaay is just rambling at this point... talking about everything from anika to his sleep issues and how it’s aging him. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

ok won’t deny this idea is cute af and i would fully fall for that. you guys know the way to my heart is through music.

ok shivaay that’s not a wireless speaker. put it down. 

how are these two playing these songs like this on CASSETTES or whatever on demand???? so unrealistic. ipod toh use kiya hota. 

yeah, don’t ever try to tell me shivaay doesn’t know bollywood again. this fool filmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy as fuck. also, he’s playing aaaaalllll the right songs. he knows what songs for what situations! 

OMFG WHAT A DRAMA QUEEN.

oooooh forbidden chathh meeting???? 

daaaaaaaaaang om. calm down. 

ALSO, ART SUPPLIES ARE EXPENSIVE. 

oh wow, jhanvi remembered she has a son. who was willing to give up his whole damn life for her. 

... wait, so gauri isn’t in the house??

but yesterday they kept saying that she’s in the house? like he said gauri would arrange the sangeet, and anika was like i have to go see gauri about the clothes... kuch toh continuity rakho peeps. 

ooooooh yeaaaaah angst. gimme it! gimme all of it! 

“jab insaan ko pata hai ki uski sawaalon ka jawaab nahi milega toh woh sawaal nahi kiya karta. bas chup chaap jawaab ka intezaar karta hai.”

um. the irony. you realise that’s what gauri’s been doing for MONTHS now??? MONTHS. one day and you’re dying like this, you weakass loser. 

wait was he talking about gauri or himself? or both??? like... i need more exposition. 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he’s crying though and i can’t handle and i just want to love away his pain, ugh ommmmm. my stupid trash son. 

OMFG THE HORRIFIC CGI ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK I CAN MAKE A BETTER BG FOR THEM IN LIKE... MS PAINT OR SOME SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK 

and how the fuckkkkk is this their chath??? this is a damn hilltop. come on. 

lol why the ghoongat, anika? so damn extra. 

THIS SCENE IS BEING RUIIIIIIIIIIIIINED BY THE CGI I JUST CANT GET OVER IT OH GOD ITS SO HORRIBLE I CAN’T CONCENTRATE ON THE SEXY COZ OF IT. 

OK FOCUS TT. FOCUSSSSSSSSS. 

ismein dhoondne ki kya baat hai, it’s right fucking there in like... neon letters. bloody nonsense. like you didn’t try at allllllllllll, mehendi waali! 

haaaaaaaaaye. 

lol she just straight up told him that she likes dom!Shivaay better. he’s like whatever you sayyyyy, m’lady. call me “daddy”. 

oh come on tej, use all your power to find gauriiiii. 

lovinggggg om burning in angst. lovingggg it.  

whoooops. english sir ko badi utaavli chadhi thi. 

but at least om has a location to go find her now!!!! 

oh boy, don’t tell me om’s suspecting her again. i’ll kill you, boy. i will. 

oooooooh whut. tej is here to having bonding talk. 

of course, this is the last thing om needs right now. 

like tej’s “redemption” is hella stupid, but ok, i’m tired of hating him, so whatever. 

“badi der kardi huzoor, aate aate.” 

*hugs my poor angsty poet son* 

“ab badalne ka koi fayda nahi hai, kyunki maine apne baap ke bina jeena seekh liya hai.”

siiiiiiiiiiigh. these 4 lions men and their daddy issues. 

“main aaj tak apne pareshaaniyo se ladte aaya hoon. aur aaj bhi ladunga, akele.” 

“ek bhi shikaayat nahi hai mujhe aap se. shikaayaat toh unse hoti hai, jinse umeed ho.” 

my heart is breaking for my boy here. 

it’s also going dhak dhak for how. damn. handsome. he. is. CANNOT ABLE TO HANDLE ONLY 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

yaaaaaaaaaaaas call him out on all the BS, om! PULL THOSE DAMN RECEIPTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

look at his poor broken face. i am destroyed. despite everything he says, he’s just a little boyyyyyyyyyy, wanting a dad. 😥😥😥😥

that’s the best advice tej can give him: don’t be like me. respect your marriage. cherish your wife. 

OH BOY WHAT IS THIS RAGEY “MAIN AB USSSE SAMAJHNE MEIN KOI GALTI NAHI KAROONGA” WHAT DOES THIS MEAN OM YOU BETTER NOT BE SUSPECTING HER ANYMORE SO HELP ME GOD DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE AND SET JANGO ON YOUR ASS AGAIN

omfg pleaseeeeeeeeeeee do not telll shivaaay anything. please let him have this one fucking wedding. 

oh thank god. 

why’s billu wearing holi waale clothes again? 

ohhhhhh boy, who dat? is it svetlana??? anika? whooooooo????

[dbtrilogy2]

Released(20 pt1)

Chris

After my talk with Carlton I feel like I could take some of my own advice. Camila and I are in a good place but I feel left out my kids lives. Hell I don't even know if any of them are passing or failing classes. Well I know Stanley is good she our little genius. I sat tellin my best friend what to do giving him personally advice and I'm only doing half the shit I said. That needs to be fixed.

Pulling up to the elementary school locking my car I walk up into the building. As I knock on the front desk the older rep jumped a little. "Oh you scared me."

"I'm sorry miss Clam you looking nice today." She's worked at this school starting when Mona and Stanley got here.

"Thank you Mr.Washington. What can I do for you?"

"First you can just call me Chris and second call my son for early dismissal."

Grabbing the needed papers she came back. "So what's getting him out hopefully something important."

"Yes ma'am always." I smirk winking sliding back the papers.

She giggled blushing waving me off. I sat waiting for Maurice to come down. Seeing me he smiled ran into my arms.

"Dad what am I doing out of school early?"

Riffing his hair putting him in a headlock I walk us out the school. "We gonna go chill." As we reach the doors a group of little girls called out to him waving. "What's that your fan club?"

"Something like that. A lot of girls like me dad they keep saying Im cute."

"I guess you ok I look way better tho." I let him go.

Before we get in he begged me to take a picture of him.

"Yeah this about to get me hella likes. One time this girl sent me a picture of her in a bra." He snickered as I pull out into the street.

"What how old was she?"

"Sixteen I think but I clowned her called her a pedophile."

See I didn't know this. I gotta step up my parenting now.

"So look I just wanted to spend some time with you I know your mom and I slipped and slowed down on time we spend with you guys and I wanna fix that."

"Is this because uncle Carlton and aunt becca getting a divorce?"

"Nah who said that?"

"Elias told me how they always fighting and his dad don't be home all the time anymore."

I guess these kids are more involved than I thought. Sometimes we adults get so into whatever we got going on we don't bother to check with the kids. If they remain clueless that's great but if they happen to hear something or see something we gotta deal with that. We never really pay attention that these situations could in the long run have an affect on these kids and do some fucked your shit to them mentally or emotionally.

I don't want to be part of my kids having a down fall. As the parent I want them to come to me about any and everything. I was like that with my dad before losing him I told him everything and we were super close because of that. His death had a big toll on me I was so focused on supporting my mom and new sister to deal with my own problems. Eventually I broke down to my mom.

"Don't worry about that no one is getting divorced. They are working on their problem. You wanna get some food or go somewhere?"

"Uh we can go to the academy and play some ball. I gotta show you this one move...drives the girls crazy."

He is my son that shit is clear as day. Going with his idea I take the route to the academy. On the way he plugged in his phone to the AUX turns out he had a lot of music I fucks with. He recorded us rapping to songs and everything. My phone rang through the Bluetooth in the car with my wife calling.

"Hey mom!"

"Im beatin both y'all ass when y'all get home!"

Damn. "Why baby?"

"Don't baby me Christopher why did you take Maurice out of school early!?"

"I wanted to spend time with my son is that so wrong?" He snickered at us recording on his phone.

"It is wrong when you taking him out of school you could've waited until after."

"I know baby you right. But don't be callin acting like a psycho all on my phone woman."

"Nigga shut up you better take care of my son or you gonna deal with me."

Smirking I chuckled. "Why you acting out mama? You need me to-"

"Ah ah don't be nasty go back to your little father son thing. I love you pumpkin!"

He laughed. "Love you to mom!"

"What about daddy?"

She laughed. "I'll call my dad later...be home before dinner."

With that she hung up. "Your mom stay trippin."

"Yeah I know she stay treating me like a baby still."

"Cause you are baby son. She'll lighten up tho don't worry."

We walk into the academy heading straight for the gym. Instead of playing a real one in one game we just shy around. I remember doing this with my old man. He had skills.

"So catch me up on what you got going on." I shot hearing that sweet sound of success.

"Just school...you know I only hang with my family."

"Such a loner why don't you make friends at school?"

"They fake. Everyone either wants to show me some talent they got to get to you or asking for my sisters or mom number. It's annoying so I don't bother being around them anymore than needed." He shot gaining a swish after rolling around the ring.

"Does it bother you that me and your mom are famous?"

"Eh not really except when we go out and those camera people be following us around."

"Ok that's good. Since you a loner I guess that means no girlfriend or anything huh?"

I smirk passing the ball to him after I missed my last shot. He chuckled doing a lay up. "Not really some of the girls be the most fake. I do like this one girl but I don't think she even knows I exist."

"Really? What's her name?"

"Angel...looks like one to. She's got dark chocolate skin and long hair really pretty eyes and on the spelling team."

He done ran down her whole information pack to me. Must be a real special girl. "Well imma give you this little bit of girl advice. If you feel like she don't notice you make yourself known but slightly. Start by saying hi to her when you see her nothing over the top then just gently move into the friend zone get to know her and everything else will fall into place as it should."

"Ok I can do that. I just wanna get a girl like mom so we can be happy like you guys.

Mona

"Oh look at this one....I swear she think she cute." Scroll through Stanley secret musically I chuckled looking for the right now.

We are eating at Olive Garden and I wanted to make everyone laugh. What's funnier than this shit!?

"What the hell was that hair thing? Oh my god I swear she so full of herself." Clare mugged the video until it ends.

"Ay why are we watching her stuff if it's secret for a reason." One of the girls questioned interrupting me and Clare laughs.

"To expose her. Look at this she only made it private so no one can see that I'm so shy so sweet so innocent BS is just a act. She just as much a hoe as any other girl."

They all looked at me shocked.

"Wow Mona."

"What is up with you...that's your sister. You being a sneaking bitch behind her back like y'all ain't grow up together."

"First for the millionth time she is not nor has she ever been my sister-"

"But she your parents daughter tho."

"Bitch only on paper! Everyone so stuck up her ass I swear. Y'all act like she all that but if it wasn't for my parents she'd probably be either in a stank foster home or  laid out on her back somewhere." Clare laughed while the others stared at me.

"Girl ain't nobody stuck up her ass it's called being a friend."

See what I'm talking about! Everyone lately is just flipping sides on me choose this...orphan over me! I remember a time where the world revolved around me. It all came tumbling down after the twins came and miss kiss ass started doing just that. While I enjoy my young life she's making bottles, changing diapers, babysitting without pay and a whole bunch other extra shit.

My actual blood birth parents started treating me like a outsider. Stanley gets special treatments for simple everyday thing you suppose to do. I got A's and B's and get a purse while she got straight A's and got a trip to universal! How does that add up it's not fair. I'm being treated like the extra load when really it's her. She's the intruder the outsider the ugly duckling.

"Whatever I'm done talking about that hoe what's the plans for the weekend?" Clare asked.

The other gave bland answers back. "Well we are going to a party...a college party."

They all looked at each other then us.

"You know what I'm out I can't do this anymore. Y'all bitches got problems."

One by one they left leaving just me and Clare. I should probably mention how we started hanging out again. The day Julian caught me and Sam and I told off his little girlfriend Clare over heard and came to my aid. She is the only person who honestly understands how I'm feeling. I know we caught a while back but that's the past and we just moving on working on building our friendship again. This time I won't allow myself to get dragged into Stanley trap.

"Forget them we are gonna have so much fun! You and your older boo then imma get me a little baby. They just jealous."

We paid the rest of the bill of our food and left out. Clare drives even though she's not legally suppose to. I walked into the house and maliki ran up to me.

"Hey stink!"

"Hi! You want cookie Mo?" He waved a Oreo in my face.

"Sure...thank you. Hey momma." Purposely ignoring the other body I hug her.

"Look! They just sent me the cover for IT magazine we're on."

Look at my parents slayin shutting all these other couples down! "Y'all look great."

"Yeah you look beautiful mom."

Cringing I roll my eyes handing back the phone. "Hey mom I got a question just random out the blue here."

"What's up?" She hops onto the counter still looking at her phone.

"Why do you and dad let Stanley address you as parents?"

I notice the other being look my way but just like earlier I ignored her.

"Um what do you mean? She's not gonna call us by our first names that's not how a child addresses their parent."

"That's the thing she's not your actual daughter. I think she should call you Mr and Mrs." I shrug as she frowns at me.

"Mona what the hell is wrong with you?"

"She's what's wrong with me...her being here irks me and I think her time is up."

"Mona! You have no type of authority in this house to say who's time is up."

She scowled me. Seeing how upset she is over some words is crazy! I speak nothing but truth and she's over there ready to have a heart attack.

"I'm uh...gonna go up to my room." She got her things together jogging up the stairs not to long after closing a door.

Chuckling I stopped seeing my Mona still glaring at me. "What?"

"Why would you say some shit like that? Stanley is as much our daughter as you are."

"I really hate when you guys say that. I actually am a mixture of you both I came out of you. She's not your daughter just the charity case you guys took in."

"How can you say something like that? Stanley has been apart of our family long before we adopted her. You two use to be at the hip 24/7 she had your back and you had hers. What's changed since then?"

"I found out who she really is. Her innocence isn't real...bet you didn't know she has a secret triller account."

"Actually I know all about it she shows me a few here and there but I see what this is. So what is it a boy or Clare again?"

"Huh?"

"I went through this had someone new come into my life and change my view in things on people. I was so blind to the truth I let myself hurt people I love. Those who only want the best for me....I'll tell you this now whatever or whoever it is clearly is no good if Stanley is doing whatever she is to make you turn on her like this. Mona I don't want you to make the mistakes I did as a mother my job is to guide you in the right direction and just hope and prey you don't have to experience the feelings I went through."

Coming up she hugs me kissing my cheek. It's been a while since I've felt this type of affection from my mom. If she's not working or busy with the twins I'm pushing her away. I guess I'm just drifting into that part of my teenage years where I feel I'm more independent than I really am.

"Mom I just....I missed this. Lately I feel like the adopted kid."

"I know I'm sorry me and your father have been slacking with the time we spend with you guys. I promise I'm gonna get back on things...in fact why don't we go out this weekend spend some mom daughter time."

Damn now I have to choose between my boyfriend and partying or quality time with my mom.

[olympiansrpg1-blog]

BASICS

Name: Alexandra “Ryan” Lee Age: 23 Affiliation: Titans Occupation: Interrogator Faceclaim: Im Jin-ah Status: TAKEN by Cara

THE STORY

They call you Hyperion. You lure those poor souls with sticky-sweet words, velvet smile and eyes that tell no story. But those who have seen you for you know better than to stay close. You are no longer the small, frightened figure from your past. It was all real for you, the smell of rotting food in the fridge, white powder and smoky crystals on the coffee table while your parents drifted off into another dimension. You do not know when your childhood ended and the rest began; what you do know is that somewhere in the middle, the anger and the frustration and sheer loathing began to pile up inside you, always threatening to spill over. Now, you pull the trigger a little too fast, and maybe you enjoy it just a little bit too much. Power is an addiction - you hold fear over your enemies’ heads but you must learn to look back, Hyperion. The darkness that rests inside may one day consume you whole.

CONNECTIONS

ORPHEUS - Naturally, not everyone was exactly welcoming towards Orpheus when they first officially became a part of the Titans. But they were the first to want to get to know you - the real you, and the two of you have been inseparable since then. Orpheus’ hurt is your hurt, and you’ve vowed to stay by their side until they’ve gotten justice for Eurydice once and for all. 

ARES - It’s nothing personal against the new Ares that’s popped up after you’d killed the old one, but you don’t like unfinished business, and this is exactly what it feels like. There’s no rush, though - the new kid doesn’t look like they’ve got much up their sleeves, and you don’t really see any harm in toying with them for awhile, until you decide it’s the right time to finish them off. 

PROMETHEUS - Just because you’re on the same team doesn’t mean you have to get along with Prometheus. Most people find you charming, but Prometheus seems to be able to see right through your mask. They always seem to be trying to get a rise out of you, and though Orpheus seems to think it’s Prometheus’ way of showing their fondness, you want nothing more than to bring them down a peg or two. 

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BIOGRAPHY

The first thing you ever learn is to stop asking for other people to save you.

Your mother is a wispy, pretty girl who feels alive with a joint between her fingers and white powder matted onto the seven dollar deep plum lipstick she wears when she is entertaining. The clients like her high and moaning and wanton, your father likes her worse. They think they are Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare pouring between yellowing teeth and growls from a toddler’s aching stomach.

Exit hope, pursued by a bear.

You learn the feel of your sister’s hand wrapped around your wrist in the dark of the closet your parents forget exists. Money comes and goes, but food is never there and you are hungry more often than you are fed. Vanessa learns to hide food from school in her bag and use it over the weekends. You learn to devour food when it is presented to you, swiping extras from the cafeteria kitchen and abandoned trays in the lunchroom. Teachers look at you with an equal amount of pity and disgust. People love poor children on television, when they can coo and aw and talk about how they wish they could help. Being faced with the reality of poverty make people turn and walk away.

Hands do not like to be dirty in real life.

Your father laughs and laughs and laughs at the look on your face when he finds your sister’s stash of food and swallows it early Friday night. Your father laughs and laughs and laughs when he gets high and starts undressing your mother before your sister can grab your hand and lead you out the door. Your father laughs and laughs and laughs, and he dies laughing, spit choked around a cigarette while he bleeds out in the belly from a gunshot hand delivered by his best friend.

You think, Augustus Ramsey freed you from an evil you knew from birth.

You think, Augustus Ramsey introduced you to an evil you sit in the bottom of your stomach and the back of your throat like a lesson to be learned, a medal to be worn, a fear to be swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

He is kinder, at first. There is food on the table, at first. Your sister stops shaking at night in fear of what comes through the door, at first.

At first.

Isn’t it the most tragic thing, “at first?” Isn’t it the most terrible and terrifying betrayal?

Augustus Ramsey is not a bad man, at first, not the kind of bad man you know. There is more than one type of cruel, and he has a talent for embodying as many as possible.

He sits in the dingy apartment like a tyrant over his kingdom. Your mother is a haze of pills and drugs and empty eyes that stare blankly into yours until the blackness of them bleed out onto the floor.

You think, there is more than one way to die.

You think, there are fates far worse than death.

Vanessa learns hiding and fear and soft spoken words. She hides behind the curtain of her hair, although the hand she keeps wrapped around your wrist is always strong. The look in her eyes in the wake of drunk anger and high indifference is always strong.

You learn to stop crying out, because it makes him laugh.

You want to learn strength, but strength seems so far away in the face of fear.

Strength is a strange thing when you’re ten. It’s knights battling dragons. It’s your sister standing tall as you walk down the street to her friend’s house, one hand in yours and the other wrapped around a pocket knife. It’s the calmness in which she walks into your classroom one morning and tells you you’re leaving.

You are fourteen years old, and your sister picks you up from the dirt and blood and muck and you find yourselves in Germany.

You don’t ask. She’s eighteen now and fresh out of school. She doesn’t speak German, but neither do you and, isn’t it fun, Alex? An adventure in a whole new world. The apartment is still dingy but you share it with two laughing, dreaming girls who reach for the stars and go through German vocabulary lessons with you between shifts and restaurants and dates with equally laughing and dreaming boys. You don’t ask, and you think, maybe I can be happy like this.

Maybe I can love this.

It’s a mess, but it’s good. It’s your sister breathing easy and smiling with dimples. It’s not looking over your shoulder for the first time. It’s not hiding in the closet with every slamming of the door. It’s not makeup routines designed to cover bruises instead of pimples.

It’s happiness, a strange kind, but you’ve already given up on the ones shown in the movies.

You were not made for soft, lovely things like happy ever after’s, but you think this is close enough. This, this can last.

Of course, you’re wrong.

You are fifteen and your sister dies in a car accident on a sunny day that stinks of intent.

You live with the two laughing, dreaming girls for another year before you move in with your boyfriend and follow him to Berlin. The old apartment is filled with the empty spaces your sister left. You feel like there are gaps in the expanse of your skin. Your wrist is empty and cold and thin and you never knew how breakable it was without your sister’s hand like armor around it.

Funny, how you realize things when it’s too late.

Your boyfriend has a dimple on his left cheek when he smiles and curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes that you can lose yourself in. He always carried flowers in his left hand and pulled you in for a kiss with his right. You don’t love Grant, not really, but the gleaming look in his eyes when trouble starts and the infectious sound of his laughter when he wins board games and pool is enough to make you think you could learn to trust him.

And baby, isn’t that something else?

He starts running with a gang in Berlin, some boys stirring up trouble and running on the high of luck. You smile at their antics and you keep your pocket knife on you at all times. You start running with them too after a few months. You can’t pinpoint why: maybe it’s the rush, maybe it’s because you’ve known for a while now that you were born to die young and you want to go out with a bang.

Your hands shake slightly the first time you use that pocket knife. You leave a trembling cut across a grabby man’s throat and Grant leans in and whispers in your ear:

Inhale courage.

Exhale fear.

The next time you cut someone, you do it like you mean it. There is a rush there, over the look in their eyes, that stark fear when they realize they’re bleeding out. It feeds your courage.

Inhale courage. Exhale fear.

You’ve always wanted to stop fearing the monster in the dark, so that is what you become.  

And damn, you look so good as the devil. Walk into the club like trouble dressed as an angel. Your dark hair and dark eyes, a smile like you know exactly when the world is going to end. You’re a thief stealing hearts and charms and money, your red lips an imprint on their skin as you leave. Your little gang gains notoriety, and your own hand escalates. It feeds on you like an addiction, and it’s the closest you ever come to understand the high your parents chased to their graves.

How unforgettable this is.

How wonderful this is.

The world may think your boys are the ones to fear, but you and your little knife are the punishment people face when they cross you. The little one. The pretty one. You are the last one standing when they are all taken, one by one, for crimes they have and haven’t committed.

People underestimate you because you are young and pretty, and the world has always coveted young and pretty things to be glass and porcelain. Lovely, wonderful, breakable.

How wrong they are.

Richard Johnson walks into your occupied warehouse on a Tuesday night in a bespoke suit and he smiles as you turn to face him. There is something terrible in that smile, something earthshaking. In hindsight, you can’t be blamed for the way you smiled back. There sits something earthshaking in you too.

He asks for you. Not by name, no. No one has called you your name since you were sixteen and still breakable. He asks for you by reputation.

“Der kleine Mörder.” The little killer.

You step forward, little pocket knife in your right hand, and you ask this well dressed man what he wants.

“You.”

It is almost like wooing, after that. You learn about his reputation. His story. The King. The King wants you for his court, and for a moment you think he wants a pawn. A knight.

No. He wants a magician.

And haven’t you always been magic, learned charm and ease? Ruby Woo lipstick and smoky eyeshadow and everything the world has ever wanted? People feel at ease with you. You can shift and change shape. A cutie with a yellow hair ribbon and a heart too big for you not to trust. A beauty with winged eyeliner and high heels and a body they want to pray to. A terror with a knife and a wild smile and wilder eyes.

You are eighteen, almost nineteen, when you say yes to the King.

You are eighteen, almost nineteen, when you say yes to the rest of your life and the first group of people you will ever call family and mean it.

He gives you a test run when you are still new and you both don’t completely trust each other. He spent six months wooing you into this job. Now is time to prove you were worth it. You are a killer first, not his, but just a killer. It take adjusting, but your talent has always been in getting people to tell you things. Perhaps it’s because you understand fear and want and pain and need. It’s a power you keep close to your chest that makes you smile.

It’s not that you’re power hungry, no, but you understand the complete lack of it and you never want to go back to it again.

They name you interrogator. You are the truthmaker. Truth teller. Everything about you is a truth, even when it isn’t. The name you have Richard is a lie, but it is also your new truth. (“Ryan. Ryan Lee.”) The mask you wear is a lie, but it’s the truth others need to see to love you. To trust you. To fear you.

He names you Hyperion. Titan of Heavenly Light.

So you shine, darling, shine so bright the world goes blind before they beg to see you again.

It takes so long, but, you find yourself caring about this. Caring about them. Trusting them. You whisper your real name to Richard in the dark of the night. You hold Orpheus’s hand when it shakes with grief and pain and you are starkly reminded of your sister because like her they see you. They see you.

You are anger and pain and terror.

Inhale courage.

Exhale fear.

You, like all wolves and witches and monsters before you, bleed. Bleed. And bleed. And bleed on everything the world loves. They love you, anyways. They trust you, anyways. They encourage this, anyways. Power feeds you like blood feeds the gods. And you hold power over your enemies. Over their enemies. Over Berlin.

You will never have history books printed in your name, no statues erected in your honor, no priestess on a pedestal regaling your honor, but in the moment with your gun in your hand and your finger on the trigger, you let yourself think this: I am a God.

You are young and beautiful and terrifying, and hasn’t the world always trembled before such things? Before glorious things?

You are ready to be unleashed and Richard points the Titans to New York.

“Make an impression. I want you to tell the world, ‘Here I am.’” Richard tucks the request under a smile like family, holding it above you like a challenge he knows you are dying to conquer.

Make an impression.

And damn, did you fire the gunshot heard around Olympus.

Olympus’s own boogeyman falls and they find him in pieces across the dock. You tie your favorite ribbon around his head like a present and sign your name

Hyperion.

The Titans are coming for war, for revenge, for chaos, for the throne.

Are you ready?

You’ve always been half heaven, half hell. Give them a crimson smile, my love, they will never be prepared for you.

[northernexcelsior]

monthly reflections are back!!!!!

last year i quickly realized i was not holding onto any lessons. i will remember 2017 as the most transformative year of my life, for several special reasons, but i think most of it relates the the fact i documented every sad moment, happy moment, lessons and stories. i was so in tune with what Jesus was showing me all the time, and where i wanted to grow and invest and retain. last year this happened in moments, but i sadly see most of it as a wash that i can’t remember. so, here’s another year of pushing for growth in the most realistic and tangible way i can.

january 2019- im calling you free. 

january is always the most special because of the way it starts. its not really a fresh slate, but it feels like it. lots of people are motivated to start new things, wrap up bad things, and move into the person they want to be. and i get to specially focus on Jesus in all of this because i spend days fulfilled by the Holy spirit at passion. this year i was reminded of the beauty of faith and the beauty of our father. wait- freedom and faith and father maybe this was just an f month. wait that doesn’t sound too good. 

the happy of this month was just that. i felt really capable to live in faith in Jesus. i honestly learned that this can only be done by completely leaning on him and letting him lead me. by knowing God as my loving and teaching father. faith is the word of the year and i can’t wait to see the lessons entwined in that.

friendships were sweet this month. i have found rest in so many of my gals- kara and sara obviously, julia and sarah always, ally for a refreshment of the spirit, sarah barb and sarah simm for moments of sweet joy in life. i cant think about the moments that are beginning to be counted down, so for now i am enjoying the ease of these friendships.

workwise, i became a work horse hehe. worked and trained SO much. school is HARD and im not doing that too well oops. committed to a grad school physically that i may not actually go to and i got to interview at the school that i have dreamed of for years now. things are coming to fruition and boy, after these stupid ex phys classes i am excited to jump into classes that were like my anatomy and psych classes- the ones i have fun studying for and rememeber because i am so interested. 

the stressors of the month were all in money. Jesus set up some precautions to not let this overwhelm me- dcc’s series was based around the idea of managing the money God has gifted us, and i got a finances book that i at first scoffed at for christmas, but it was another reminder that Jesus knew this was going to be my stress and he prematurely planned for it! growing up stinks and right now i hate money but praying for trust in Jesus in this.

okay i think thats all for now. here’s to february and resting in the lessons and pushing for new ones!!!!! this was fun i missed doing this (: