#told him to look at multiple source regarding it and he got so fucking mad

[jaxthedragon]

RIP My dad.

He’s still alive but he’s been completely lost to the alt-right

[radiant-reid]

The only way home

Summary: Mad at her boyfriend, Y/n has a little too much to drink and Spencer takes her home.

can you do one where like spencer and reader have a little argument before going out w the team and reader gets rly drunk and starts going on ab how she doesn’t want spencer to hate her and he just takes her home and reassures her that they’re okay and he loves and he takes care of her

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: heavy alcohol consumption |

Word Count: 2.4k

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"You know that was a stupid thing to do, right?" Spencer asked as soon as they got back to their hotel room. It was an opinion that he had been dying to loudly verbalize once they'd apprehended the unsub.

Y/n's mouth dropped open, eyes widening, as she tried to figure out whether or not he was serious. The stern look in his eyes told her he was. "How was it stupid if I saved 2 people from dying?" She shot back, collecting her things from the bathroom and shoving them in her go-bag with more force than she previously had been.

"How was it stupid?" Spencer repeated, preparing to answer the question himself. He was doing the same thing as her, packing his things angrily. "You ran in there, alone, with no regard for your own safety. You easily could have gotten yourself shot!"

"You were the one who profiled him as a narcissist. I appealed to his egotistical delusion." Y/n hurriedly justified herself, not willing to back down from her position.

They were both just as mad, Spencer almost pacing in the room while Y/n roughly packed her go-bag. The tension in the room had amplified enormously, the anger pulsing through them as strong as blood pumping from their hearts.

He shook his head at her. "Profiles can be wrong." He commented.

She wanted to tell him that it was something he profiled, so how could it be wrong. But she was furious at his overbearing protectiveness, so she resisted the urge. "Why can't you ever trust my judgment!?"

"I do until you go and do something that ridiculously unsafe!" Spencer yelled back, irritated by her lack of self-preservation. He handed her her jacket, which she roughly snatched out of his hands.

The yelling was a sign their fight was worse than usual. Usually, there were only a few words said, followed by hours of silence. If there was shouting, it meant their emotions were far too wound up for any rationality.

"It's nothing you wouldn't have done!" It was something he had done. Multiple times. She was trying to remind him she'd been in the exact same situation he was in, but it wasn't working.

There had been times when Spencer put himself in the firing line. Jumping headfirst into danger without a second thought. Those times Y/n struggled to reason rationally, but it came out as sadness. Distraught at first, every time, but as soon as Spencer was safe in her arms again, all she did was cry.

Y/n just didn't understand why Spencer wasn't reacting the same way she would.

He could not hear a thing except for her defending her decision to do something risky. "I've gotten myself a lot worse than shot." It came off softer than he would have liked. He only said it to remind her, solely so that she knew what bad things could happen if she wasn't careful.

Y/n assumed he only said it because he knew that she couldn't make a rebuttal. It made her desperately bit her tongue, trying not to make a rash remark.

So she took a moment to think about it.

She hadn't been there for all of it, but she learned about the heartbreaking, gut-wrenching things that had happened to her sweet boy. All the times he'd wake up from nightmares, trembling in her arms as he sobbed out stories about the darkest parts of him. And somehow, in the mornings, he could always smile. Like as natural a light source as the sun, his grin was.

Far from comforting him but a little more levelheaded, she answered. The flat, emotionless tone worried Spencer about how far he'd pushed her to see the mistake. "Stop being so fucking possessive."

Y/n walked past him, opening the door with the awareness they had to be on the jet back to Quantico. Spencer reached out to grab her arm, trying not to drag the fight out for the extra hour they had to be on the jet.

She refused his soft touch, jerking her arm away. "You aren't my boss, Spencer. You're my boyfriend." Those words were intentional, maybe the first calculated thing once they'd walked into the room. Spencer was appreciative of the reminder, no matter how much venom dripped off her voice. Her following words were crueler, hitting him right where it hurt. "Start acting like it, or we're... we're done."

As soon as she said it, Y/n wanted to take the words back. She couldn't stand to look at Spencer, opting to walk to the elevator, leaving Spencer reeling in her departure. Wiping the tears in her eyes as she tried to put on a brave face in the lobby.

It hurt so deep in him, his entire body clenching as he gasped for a breath. When he finally caught it, Y/n was long gone, and his mind was spinning. Replaying every second of the fight as Y/n's words jolted his vision of their future.

On the jet, they sat as far apart as possible, both with the same heartbroken looks on their faces. Tear-stained cheeks, fake smiles, arms wrapped around themselves like they needed a hug.

Callahan leaned over the table to mutter to JJ and Morgan, knowing she couldn't enquire about the couple aloud. Her few months at the BAU left her without enough knowledge of the couple to understand what was happening.

"What happened? They were fine a day ago."

They had been. The newest member of the team had quickly learned how well the couple worked together. Always in sync and understanding each other's thinking. It was something Callahan had been surprised about at first, but their efforts massively helped the team.

JJ sighed, whispering her conclusion to Callahan. "Spence was so worried L/n walked in there that now he's mad. They'll make up in a day, max."

"They've done this before?" Callahan continued out of curiosity, trying to learn more about them.

Morgan nodded. "Once, but Pretty Boy was the one being dangerous that time."

Everyone had gotten so used to the hushed whispers between Y/n and Spencer that the trip back was more than uncomfortable. The eerie, out-of-place silence was matched by the tension in the air.

Finally, they were back at Quantico, with Y/n and Spencer purposefully taking different elevator rides, despite the fact the whole team could fit in one.

Garcia immediately noticed the shift in the couple's dynamic, and one glance at Morgan informed her of what happened. "We're going out for drinks!" She declared, trying to put a smile on both of their faces.

That was the last thing Y/n wanted. But the more she thought, the more she realized it was better than going home to their apartment, especially if she could get drunk and forget their fight.

"Yeah, let's go." Y/n agreed, not even waiting to see what Spencer would say as she got back in the elevator with Garcia.

Garcia wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder, pulling her into her side while Y/n resisted the urge to cry. "Hey, all couples fight, sweetness. It'll be okay." She assured her.

Y/n took a deep breath. "I said something I really didn't mean." She confessed, not able to meet Garcia's eyes.

"Come on, we'll get something to drink, and by tomorrow it'll all be forgotten," Garcia assured her. "No more sadness."

That was how they ended up in the teams' usual bar of choice. Y/n and Penelope had already had a drink before Spencer, JJ, and Morgan turned up. Hotch and Callahan had all opted to go home to their children. Rossi decided he'd rather have wine at his mansion than drink with the younger BAU team members.

The more the night drew on, the more Y/n and Spencer tried to ignore each other. Everyone else could see the glances they snuck at each other, turning away as soon as the other noticed. It was an odd thing to be in such proximity while being so furious at each other. But the rest of them decided to overlook the tension, and as the drinks kept flowing, it got easier.

They'd only been there for an hour before Y/n had had more than enough, but, still, she continued. JJ left after a couple of hours, ready to go back to her boys.

"Penelope, can you get me another one of these?" Y/n asked, slurring her words as she held out her empty glass to Penelope, who was much soberer. "Ahh, I love you, P." Y/n squealed once she'd taken the glass.

Spencer frowned as Penelope walked to the bar, excusing himself from the rest of the team to go to the bathroom. He followed Penelope instead. "Don't get her anymore to drink." Spencer insisted, taking the glass from Penelope's hand. "Her BAC level is over 0.22."

Penelope turned to him with a deep frown, shaking her head as she turned to the bartender. "Can you make a mocktail identical to the cocktails you've been getting us?" She asked, getting a nod before turning back to Spencer. "Sit, Boy Wonder, and tell me what's happened." She instructed.

It was a conversation Spencer wasn't exactly excited to have. Especially not in the middle of a dimly lit bar with stick seats and a jar of old peanuts.

Y/n somehow looked more heartbroken once Spencer left, pouting down at her lap.

"Pick your head up, Princess," Morgan spoke, noticing the tears streaming down her face. She looked up at him with wide, puppy dog eyes looking more like a puppy that had been kicked out of the house, crying outside the door. "What happened?"

"I... I really screwed up." Y/n was already a mess, struggling to get her words out through the hiccups. She felt exactly like a cliche, heartbroken single, drinking in a bar, thankfully, she had the team... and Spencer, beautiful Spencer Reid who had last locked eyes with her with a face that made her stomach twist. Even hours later.

Morgan rested her head against his shoulder, propping her up so she would fall out of the booth. "Tell me about it."

"He was... he was mad I went...in there." Y/n managed to get out between her sobs. "And we fought. We fought so bad. I-I told him we should, we should break up. I-If he couldn't... separate himself from, from me." She confided in him. Between the crying, almost hyperventilating, and slurring words, she was almost too hysterical to speak. "I love... love him, so, so, so m-much." The dark thoughts were spiraling, thinking about ending up without Spencer. Y/n didn't believe she could see Spencer at work, knowing she couldn't kiss him, that they weren't in love. It felt like a nightmare.

"Hey, just breath with me now," Morgan instructed, trying to help her calm down.

Y/n did, shaky breaths but still getting oxygen in. "Spencer is... I want to m-marry him, but what if, what if I don't, Morgan?" She wondered, placing her hands over her eyes as if it would stop the vision in her brain.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's going to be okay," Morgan assured her, hugging her into his side like he needed to protect her. "Pretty Boy loves you, don't forget that. Now, I think it's about time you get home, drink some water and wait until tomorrow morning to sort this all out."

She held the table as she tried to stand up, barely able to stand. Morgan opted for picking her up rather than trying to help her walk. He sat her in the car, getting repaid by Y/n's sweet words of drunk affection.

Her head was spinning, her head resting on the cold glass window, with her eyes closed when she heard Morgan open the driver's side door. "Thank you, Morgan, really."

"It's not Morgan." Y/n knew that voice. She'd know it from any lineup of people. The sweet voice she had experienced every emotion with.

Turning her head, she looked at him as the dread-filled her face. The racing thoughts came out verbally. "Please, d-don't break up with me now." She cried, the sinking feeling in her stomach filling her with a pitch-black emptiness. "I'll forget it, and it'll kill me... tonight, but y-you'll have to do it again tomorrow." It was a wrenching physical pain, like nothing she'd ever felt.

Spencer looked at her like she'd just broken her heart all over again, realizing how fragile she was. He reached out a hand, picking up her one in her lap and threading this fingers through it. "We can talk about it in the morning, but we're not breaking up." He assured her.

Y/n picked up their interlock hands, holding them to her cheek for some more comfort.

He smiled just from envisioning her, not wanting to cause a car crash by taking his eyes off the road. "I love you, Y/n, more than anything."

"I'm sorry, S-Spence. So sorry." She pleaded, practically enamored with his side profile. "I love you too, so much. Do you know you're my best friend in the whole world? You're so smart and funny, and I'm always so impressed by you, everyone is. Oh, and you're so pretty. I never ever want to fight."

Spencer chuckled at her, trying not to fully laugh at her drunken state. "My sweet girl." He cooed, pulling into their apartment complex parking building.

"Y-you're going to have to carry me upstairs," Y/n informed him, swaying about even though she was holding the door. "I'm s-sorry, I got so drunk."

Cupping her cheeks, Spencer placed a kiss on her forehead, pulling back to hold a finger to her lips. "It's late, hon. You don't need to be sorry to me, but the neighbors might mind your loud voices." She hadn't even realized how loud she was speaking. "Also, we have an elevator."

It made things easier, but Spencer still had to hold her waist the entire way up and on the walk to their bedroom. "Lay down." He instructed, pointing to the bed.

Y/n did, flopping back onto the soft cloud she had missed while they were away. She squirmed out of her clothes, Spencer helping her out before throwing her the old t-shirt of his Y/n insisted on sleeping in. She curled up against the pillow, and by the time Spencer made his second trip to the car for their go-bags, she was dead asleep.

With their bags in the room, Spencer went to fetch some water and Advil that he knew she'd be needing before changing and getting in bed next to her.

To his surprise, Y/n woke up, looking up at him fondly. She placed her hands on his cheeks, squeezing them lightly. "So pretty." She mentioned, blushing deeply once she said it. "Can I kiss you?" With the desperate hope that he wasn't still mad.

"Of course, sweetheart." Spencer placed a soft kiss on her lips, fingers combing through her hair in the way she liked. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest as she quickly fell asleep again.

Even though he should have, Spencer imagined what it would be like to lose her, and it made him shudder. Y/n's voice was the only thing that stopped it. "Not going anywhere." She mumbled like she could read his mind, her tiredness only making her words more scrambled.

Spencer nodded at her, kissing her forehead again for good measure. "Good."

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[elegantwoes]

What are your top 5 Sansa moments?

In no particular order:

But when the septon climbed on high and called upon the gods to protect and defend their true and noble king, Sansa got to her feet. The aisles were jammed with people. She had to shoulder through while the septon called upon the Smith to lend strength to Joffrey's sword and shield, the Warrior to give him courage, the Father to defend him in his need. Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him. (ACOK, Sansa V)

I like this scene because it’s such a beautiful contrast to Sansa’s behavior earlier in this chapter. Even though she hopes Stannis would win she still wishes Tyrion well, despite him being mean to her Sansa hopes that Sandor finds peace, and she prays for the soldiers on both sides. This moment shows that there’s a limit to Sansa’s kindness. As much as I love and admire it when Sansa is merciful and kind, I also enjoy it, if not sometimes more, when Sansa is all unforgiving, vengeful, shows her anger, and unkind. It makes her more human and multifaceted. If only this fandom could accept she has such a side and still can be kind and a good person. Instead they condemn her and put her in the league of the worst criminals in ASOIAF.

"The night's first traitors," the queen said, "but not the last, I fear. Have Ser Ilyn see to them, and put their heads on pikes outside the stables as a warning." As they left, she turned to Sansa. "Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you'll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.""I will remember, Your Grace," said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me. (ACOK, Sansa VI)  

There are no words to describe just how much I love this moment. Here we have Cersei trying to force her rather fucked up philosophy onto Sansa, and Sansa gives a beautiful and elegant no. It takes a special kind of bravery and inner strength to stand up to your beliefs while you face adversity. Sansa does this multiple times to both Cersei and Sandor Clegane and gives us several iconic quotes:

The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him. (AGOT, Sansa II)

and

There are gods, she told herself, and there are true knights too. All the stories can't be lies. (ACOK, Sansa IV)

Sansa is so delightfully stubborn and aggressive in her morals and beliefs in her ACOK chapters and more people should admire and appreciate her for that. Especially since she is doing this at the age of twelve. Adults twice and even trice her age in ASOIAF don’t have half the bravery and strength Sansa has. It’s moments like these that establish what kind of heroine Sansa Stark is. 

As he moved behind her, Sansa felt a sharp tug on her skirt. He wants me to kneel, she realized, blushing. She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.She felt another tug at her skirt, more insistent. I won't. Why should I spare his feelings, when no one cares about mine?

I have loved this scene for a very long time and it’s not hard to love it. This scene is perfect. Here we have Sansa being forced into a marriage she doesn’t want and can’t refuse. This is a moment of defiance, a moment to show she doesn’t agree with this farce of a marriage. It’s a moment where she musters what little dignity she has left. The best part of it is that later in one of Tyrion’s chapters he ascribes this moment to her being a Stark and I love the very sound of that. Furthermore this is also a moment where Sansa’s kindness hits a limit, and like I said before, I love moments where Sansa isn’t nice. 

Sansa went to Ser Lancel and knelt beside him. His wound was bleeding afresh where the queen had struck him. "Madness," he gasped. "Gods, the Imp was right, was right . . .""Help him," Sansa commanded two of the serving men. One just looked at her and ran, flagon and all. Other servants were leaving the hall as well, but she could not help that. Together, Sansa and the serving man got the wounded knight back on his feet. "Take him to Maester Frenken." Lancel was one of them, yet somehow she still could not bring herself to wish him dead. I am soft and weak and stupid, just as Joffrey says. I should be killing him, not helping him.

This is such beautiful example of Sansa being merciful and kind. She might not consider it a good thing because of the abuse she has been suffering, but there will be a time and moment where Sansa comes to realize there’s great power in being kind. That being merciful isn’t a bad thing. And I think Lancel could play a part of Sansa coming to that realization. Something tells me he will play a part in the annulment of her marriage. 

It had frightened her then, and it frightened her now. “It is wider than it looks,” Mya was telling Lord Robert in a cheerful voice. “A yard across, and no more than eight yards long, that’s nothing.” “Nothing,” Robert said. His hand was shaking. Oh, no, Alayne thought. Please. Not here. Not now. ...  Alayne took Robert’s gloved hand in her own to stop his shaking. “Sweetrobin,” she said, “I’m scared. Hold my hand, and help me get across. I know you’re not afraid.” He looked at her, his pupils small dark pinpricks in eyes as big and white as eggs. “I’m not?” “Not you. You’re my winged knight, Ser Sweetrobin.” “The Winged Knight could fly,” Robert whispered. “Higher than the mountains.” She gave his hand a squeeze. ....  “Ser Sweetrobin,” Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them.

Several things happen in this chapter and I love everything about it. Little Robert was about to have an epilepsy attack but Sansa stopped that by grabbing to his hand and saying the right words for that moments. First of this shows that Sansa has very quick wits. If she was a moment too fast or slow both she and Sweetrobin would have fallen to their deaths. 

Secondly this is such sweet moment between Sansa and Sweetrobin. I love their scenes in general, but this moment right here captures perfectly what Sansa has been trying to do for Little Robert in her AFFC chapters and the TWOW sample chapter. She’s helping him build his confidence and maturity so he can be a proper Lord of the Vale and Warden of the East. It’s also because of this why Sansa chose to give him sweet sleep earlier in this chapter. It was to preserve little Robert’s reputation as liege lord. It’s sad, but also expected, that this fandom chose to misconstrue Sansa’s motivations in regard to Sweetrobin.

Thirdly this scene right here is such a beautiful contrast to Catelyn in AGOT and, unlike Sansa, she didn’t have a small child who is prone to have epilepsy attacks along with her on the road. Now under no circumstances am I saying that Catelyn was weak in that moment, because we all know she isn’t. Catelyn is a source of strength for both Sansa and Arya. Catelyn has a lady’s strength, a woman’s bravery, and Sansa, who is very much her mother’s daughter, has shown multiple times in her chapters that she has both of these things. However this moment right here feels like a foreshadow. A promise that Sansa will give a whole new meaning to a lady’s strength and woman’s bravery in TWOW and ADOS. 

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Carrying You From The Cold

Title: Carrying You From The Cold

Word Count: 2,056

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing in malice. OTHER THAN THAT JUST FLUFF!! Also some poooooooooossible oocness but I think I got it good!

Ship: The Ripper’s Rose (Raiden x myself) Also Jetstream Sam x my friend Ace

Summary: When walking home from my bank well after midnight, I stop at my friend’s house for a visit. But upon seeing how exhausted I am, she’s not letting me go home alone

A/N: Just for clarification Ace and Alyssa are the same person. The same goes for Raiden and Jack! Enjoy!

Eyes of ebony gazed into the window’s glow while the frigid wind whipped Rebecca’s back without any remorse. She stood on the crooked porch of her friend’s home that had been converted into separate spaces for multiple families waiting to be granted access once more to her haven from the hellish temperatures. When the door creaked open, amethyst wisps of hair smacked against her rosy cheeks and temporarily blinded Rebecca to the figure who greeted her.

It wasn’t the slim yet toned figure of her childhood friend, Ace, but instead, one that towered hers both in height and muscle. It was a man with long umber shaded hair tied into a ponytail, chocolate eyes that always seemed to burn brighter than the sun, a scruffy five o’clock shadow, and a long scar sliced deeply into the right half of his face. Using her fragile fingertips that had gone numb long ago to brush the strands away, a warm smile spread across Rebecca’s face.

“Ah, the lady of the hour. Come in, come in, Alyssa has already set up the fire and a drink for you.” The man greeted, beckoning Rebecca in with two metallic fingers before stepping aside.

The smile on her chilled lips grew even brighter as Rebecca gave a short bow. “Thank you, Sam, and happy holidays! I would’ve dropped by sooner to wish you well but school, work, and the government trying to screw me over have left me drained. I hope you have been enjoying the last bit of the year though and that Acey has been sending my regards.”

“She always does. It’s honestly very sweet that you look past my past with Jack to still wish me well.”

Rebecca let out a quiet laugh as she wandered what was practically her second home growing up. “It’s no biggie! As I told you shortly after you came back, you are my sister’s husband so if she trusts you to keep her arms open for you then so can I! But if you ever hurt her...”

“Yes, I know, I know. You’ll have my head, and by you, I mean that your guard dog Jack will. But you know that without Alyssa I’d not even be alive, honestly.”

The polite conversation slowly shifted to a slightly wary silence as the two made their way to the kitchen. Yet any reservation that Rebecca held was thrown to the softly howling wind as she finally met with her sapphire haired sister-figure. Her slow steps burst out into a stumbling dash as she rushed to tackle the older woman by two years in a hug.

“Acey, you’re an absolute lifesaver! You know that right? It’s so fucking cold out there, it’s not even funny!”

A slight smirk crept on Ace’s lips as she caught the shorter girl in the tight embrace. She only removed one of her hands to flick Rebecca’s forehead before returning it to where it had been rubbing her back to help warm her up. “And you’re absolutely insane, you know that, right? What’re you doing out so late? It’s twenty to one in the morning and twenty-five to zero outside! And why didn’t you have anyone accompanying you?! You know what kind of assholes are out there, especially at this time of night!”

The laugh that left Rebecca’s lips this time was much more sheepish as her dark chocolate gaze flicked from her life-long friend to the floor, then to the kitchen table where two mugs filled with steaming liquid sat.

“Um well, because I’m a dumbass! I bought myself a last-minute Christmas or early b-day present but I went below my net in my bank account and I’m forgetful sooo I just went out to restore it! It was only a quick thirty-minute walk one way, so I’ll be home in no time! I just wanted to stop by since I know you were awake!”

Ace shook her head, but the smile on her lips remained. Out of all the people in the world, her little sister would be the one to do this. She was always drawn to the silence of the sleeping world, finding it even more enchanting to wander around while everyone else slept. A slight exhale left Ace’s lips as she took a moment to admit to herself that she had probably been the one who planted that seed of wonder when the two were much younger.

Her slightly scolding gaze of thrashing seas melted to a still lake as she looked Rebecca over and found no wear or tear. “Well, at least you bundled up this time, but you still feel like a friggen ice-pack!! C’mon, sit down; the marshmallows I put in our cocoa are gonna melt into nothing soon enough!.”

So the two took their respected seats and began sipping on their drinks, with Rebecca once again deeming her sister as a lifesaver for the sweet treat. The two stayed there for about fifteen minutes, with Sam also pulling up a chair to join them, talking about everything that came into their thoughts. Ace could see her little sister growing more exhausted by the minute though. From the way, her eyelids began to droop and how the weight of her head was becoming too much to hold up, she knew that Rebecca wouldn’t make it in the land of the conscious too much longer. So when the young girl slid back and shakily stood up to bid the hosting couple a good night, Ace simply walked to her side and forced Rebecca to plop down back into her chair.

“What makes you think I’m letting you walk home?”

Rebecca’s heavy eyelids shot wide open as she looked up at Ace. “I-I only came for a visit! There’s no way in hell I’m letting you let me stay or drive me back! I don’t wanna be a bother!”

Once again, Ace flicked Rebecca’s forehead. “One: You’re never a bother. Two: You’re right around the corner. Three: I will not let you go back to walking another fifteen minutes all alone, so if I won’t drive you back I know someone who will. Heard from a source he was working late anyway, Sam can you call Raiden for me and let him know that his girlfriend is trying to make a dumbass decision again?”

Rebecca tried to protest, squirming around and insisting she was fine but Sam smirked and remarked how he was on it. Ace just brought her to the couch by the heater in the living room to let her rest.

Sam stood nearby in the foyer as he dialed his old enemy and current work-rival, silently pondering if the cyborg with silver shaded hair would even answer. The phone had begun its fourth ring and he then wondered if getting ahold of Wolf would be a better way to get in contact with him. But before he could get too far on to that train of thought, there was a soft clicking sound before a familiarly raspy voice spat,

“What the hell do you want?”

Although there was no way that the stormy gazed man on the other end of the line could see him, Sam slowly raised his hands in a surrender gesture.

“Always so defensive, aren’t you Jack? Don’t worry I’d like to keep this short as well so I’ll just get to the point. Your little kitten is at my house, it was something about buying a gift then wanting to go to the bank to manage her funds. She stopped by to visit with my Alyssa and now wants to walk herself home--”

“What?!” Raiden growled before there was a short pause. 

Sam could only imagine him gritting his teeth together and pressing his foot further down on the pedal. Thinking back on the comparison he had made about him earlier, it took all his willpower for Sam to stifle the chuckle reverberating in his chest as he thought further on the mental image. The idea of the oh-so-infamous ‘Jack the Ripper’ acting as nothing more but a scary guard dog to his innocent and kitten-like girlfriend was something that Sam never thought possible. But then again one could say that Sam was in a very similar position with his wife, so who was he to judge?

Before Sam could further explain the situation, he was silenced by Jack telling him that he’d be there in fifteen minutes and not to touch Rebecca in the meantime before he hung up. Sam chuckled to himself as he strode into the room where the two women were resting, slinging his arm around his wife and explaining the current situation.

Lifting her heavy head from Ace’s lap, Rebecca softly spoke, “Oh no... I didn’t wanna cause him any trouble. I hope he’s not mad. I can walk, really!”

“Mad at you? I don’t think he’s capable. But at me, well, there’s a possibility.” Sam assured, although his jovial tone revealed how little that mattered to him.

Rebecca let out a soft sigh of relief before laying her head back down to return to her rest, leaving the hosting couple to get cozy with each other. Yet within only thirteen minutes, there was a low humming of a car engine sounding from outside and only a minute after that the sound of knocking against their heavy wood door. Seeing how Ace was still occupied with her cat-like friend, Sam was the one to greet the other guest of the night waiting outside their door. Unlike before however, these two didn’t exchange pleasantries. These two barely exchanged a full glance before Raiden brushed by his host to greet his partner.

When he did enter the living room and took in the sight of Rebecca’s small stature all curled up in the warm scarlet hue of the heater, her expression free from any strife or worries. Raiden brought his hand over his mouth but that couldn’t hide the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards or the warmth that coursed through him just by being in such a peaceful presence, her presence.

Once more Sam strolled in and stood beside Raiden, letting his arm rest on the other man’s shoulder. “See, there’s your kitten all safe and sound.”

Turning his narrowed gaze towards Sam, Raiden only told him to shut the hell up. His voice remained low as to not disturb the dear sight before him. But it was Ace who had broken the quiet as she cleared her throat.

“Will you two stop mind fucking each other? ‘Cause if you don’t then I’ll be the one having to stay with our cat the whole night.”

This seemed to snap the two out of their mental fighting as Raiden reached forward, easily scooping the small stature of his starlight into his arms. Without opening her eyes, Rebecca just wrapped her arms around her partner’s neck while a happy noise slipped from her lips. She then leaned forward to brush her lips against his cheek before immediately burying her face in the crook of his neck as though it was the safest place for her to be. Even though it was common knowledge how comfortable Rebecca was with her love, the wave of not only relief but pride that flowed through Raiden never ceased.

He then quickly said his goodbyes to Rebecca’s sister and her husband. Thanking them both for keeping an eye on her before carrying his partner out.

The sensations, however, tickled his cybernetics nerves and Raiden couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. “Long night, huh?”

“Mmmmm, needed something special... as a gift... Now I gotta recharge. It’s too cold.”

“Alright then, I got the car still running so it’s nice and warm for you. But next time, just call me if you needed to get out for a bit.”

Rebecca lulled her head to the side as she let out a breath of a laugh, “I know, but I wanted to surprise you with a gift, ‘cause I love you...”

Raiden leaned down slightly and pressed his lips against Rebecca’s forehead. “I don’t need anything else when I’m lucky enough to have you by my side... So, as I said if you need anything just give me a call, alright? I love you more than you’ll ever know...”

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A LunaTic and Her Gunn (Part 112) "Sliding Safely Back Home"

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

Colson had immediately called Ashleigh; who called his Cleveland housekeeper, Lucy. On a Sunday, during Fourth of July Weekend; asking her to please come clean up the mess that he had made. The conversation between Colson and Ashleigh involved a strong talking to and the promise of him watching her LIVE tutorial regarding the difference between dish soap and DISHWASHER DETERGENT. Along with an even stronger suggestion of leaving Lucy a HUGE tip for her inconvenience and troubles. Colson had agreed easily. He didn't care how much it cost as long as he didn't have to deal with the ocean of bubbles he was responsible for.

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Sticky, soaked and gross, Colson was still irritated with Luna when he joined her in the shower. Pulling hard on her hair, he roughly fucked her from behind. Not saying a word amongst his grunts and moans. Alleviating some of his frustrations along the way as he made her wince multiple times from the hard slaps he'd landed directly onto her plump ass. Luna took her punishment like a Good Girl, bouncing off of his thick cock studiously. Making them both willingly explode for the other amongst the steam.

After rinsing himself off, Colson had pushed Luna against the wall. With his oversized, heavy palm against her collarbone, he kissed her hard. Biting her lip after.

"This isn't fucking over." He promised her before stepping out of the shower.

"UGH... I hate him so FUCKING much..." Luna had thought to herself as her body flushed in desire from Colson's threat.

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"I know she didn't do shit but still...." Colson's mind continued to throb. His stomach twisting at the thought of Luna's lips touching anyone else's but his, making the jealousy roll thickly throughout his body while he dried himself off. Adamantly trying to remind himself instead of the many times Luna had shown her devotion to him.

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Colson's attitude softened a bit more as they fell into their usual routine of getting stoned and doing other drugs together while getting dressed. They talked about what Colson expected from the game amongst other small things.

With light makeup on, Luna braided her long hair into pigtails. It was when she tossed on her cherished Rizzuto jersey over a knotted white T and black leggings along with her Yankees hat, that she caught a hard SideEye from Colson.

"I seriously hope he doesn't expect me to rep The Indians... Like, EVER... Because that's a hard NO." Luna thought to herself kinda baffled by his reaction.

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"Yo! You guys wanna kick it with Sid today?" Pete had asked once they had made their way downstairs.

"What? No. We're bringing Case." Luna scowled at both of them, killing their vibe.

"Fine, how 'bout a little micro dosing then?" Pete offered up a comprise as he pulled out a bag of mushrooms.

Before Luna could protest again, Colson's hand was down the bag and the mushrooms were inside of his mouth. Chewing with a smug look on his face while watching Luna's reaction.

"Fine." She had rolled her eyes as she grabbed her own small handful.

"Let the games begin." Colson declared as he rubbed his hands together with a diabolical smile while Luna chewed.

"You guys are the worst." She went on to sigh as she shook her head, both grinning as they agreed with her.

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Not being able to find her leather on their way out, Luna had grabbed Colson's oversized jean jacket off of the couch. With Casie in her beloved, clean, yellow T-shirt, they were out the door with Mod, Rook, Benny and a strongly protesting Pete to the idea of leaving Kevin behind.

"He'll be lonely and think I abandoned him!" Pete had shouted with wild eyes, he'd started micro dosing way before offering any to Luna and Colson.

"I talked to Kev, Petey... He's knows... He's cool. I set him up with a movie and everything." Luna had calmly reassured him.

Only being able to get Pete inside the SUV after convincing him it was for Kevin's own safety. That there just weren't enough seatbelts in Colson's Navigator to get all of them to Progressive Field safely. He continued to complain with worry for a majority of the ride until Casie told him to Calm It Down.

Phem, Noah and Caroline had caught an Uber to Hopkins for a flight to LA a bit earlier. Slim heading back to his own Cleveland house in the meantime. The plan being to meet back at Colson's for Family Dinner around 730/8ish to map out the upcoming week or so.

Leaving Kevin to chill at the house alone, watching Back To The Future with a blanket and a bowl of Doritos. Luna doesn't lie.

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At Progressive Field, it's Team World V. Team Cleveland. Colson gets changed as Luna roams around the stadium with Casie, Pete, Rook, Mod and Benny. Grabbing enough hot dogs, pizza, sodas, french fries and beers to satisfy Chris Farley, minus the speedball, they head onto the field.

Mixing in with the other celebrities, Luna introduces herself to Dascha Polanco. Making an immediate friend as she genuinely gushes and congratulates her with a huge hug over her success through Orange Is The New Black and How she's Dying for the Last Season BUT NO SPOILERS, PLEASE.

Also being a NYC native, Luna finds herself having a LOT of things in common the actress. Starting off with the Bitching of The Bagel that includes huge, knowing laughs. They flow through to different HangOuts, common friends and experiences until the conversational river finally opens up to Luna's humble embarrassment when Dascha realizes who she actually is. Knowing her first and foremost by her photography and obscure reputation, it just so happens that Dascha is also a genuine fan of Dysfunctional Baggage.

Luna's new friend being wise enough to not to make a big deal out of her FanGirling Soul and to skip the verbal condolences with a simple look of acknowledgment. Breaking the verbal damn by asking Luna What Her Favorite Book Is to the artist's relief.

It's The Little Disturbances of Man. Luna's kept a hardback copy of it on her ever since she first read it when she was 10yrs old. Finding that it helps her humanize the masses when The World seems too mean for it's own good.

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Colson is busy introducing Casie to Anthony Mackie, who plays Falcon in the MCU. They're all huge fans and Colson's can't help his slightly spiteful mind snark to itself how Luna's missing out. He's still mad. At her. At Jackson. At the idea of anyone other than him being near His Girl. 

"She's gonna be saaaallttyy... I don't even fucking care. Fuck her..." Colson's mind abruptly shifts scenarios. "It may be more Jackson's fault... But that fucking bitch needs to realize what the fuck she's capable of on her own... Like, for real. Kissen' MOTHERFUCKERS and SHIT..." Colson feels his jealousy bubbles begin to simmer. Looking over Casie's head he catches Luna's eye not too far down the field. Their souls connecting instantly. Colson can feel her smile seep deep inside of him as she spreads her fingers wide to greet him like she always does. "FUUUUUUUCK Me." He pouts to himself as he feels his dick stiffen at the sight of her. Taking a gulp of air, he looks down at Casie. "Chill Kells... Focus. Kick this fucker out, then we'll deal with Luna." He pep talks himself before turning all of his attention back to Anthony, his daughter and the game ahead of him.

"Are you and AntMan friends yet? I don't believe that Captain just reeee-tired." Casie challenges as she rolls her eyes. "Annnnnnnnd, just so you know. Human is better and Carol Danvers is THE BEST." Casie cocks out her hip as she thrusts her hand onto it. "But I like that you can fly." She offers out with a slightly forgiving tone.

Colson and Anthony burst out laughing over the girl's questions and opinions. Anthony can't help but slap Colson's on the back. Reassuring him that he's got a Wild One as his roarous laughter continues before he squats down to speak with the girl.

"Yeah... I'm friends with AntMan... But he's tiny and annoying... And... Yeup, unfortunately, Cap's retired. He needed a break. He is like 500YRS OLD, you know!" Anthony chuckles as he throws his hands out to Casie's giggle. He continues on slightly serious as he looks her in the eyes. "Human is definitely better though and I don't care what the other Avengers's say..." Anthony leans closer to Casie. "You're right. Captain Marvel is THE BOSS... Her WHOLE body is an energy source!" Falcon goes on to laugh with Casie at his CoStar's undeniable powers. "And, Thank You." His tone lightens as he smiles at her softly. "I like that I can fly too." Anthony nods his head in solidification at Casie as his smile turns into grin, knowing it's more important to boost kindness, strength and acceptance inside a child over anything else.

After finishing up her chat with Falcon, Colson leads Casie over to his reserved seats. The mushrooms are just kicking in as he finds Luna and The Boys. Settling Casie, he kisses Luna with a forgiving look. With Casie muching, Rook and Benny drinking away and Luna beginning to feel the giddiness of the fungai with Pete, they all wish Colson a Good Game before he disappears again to find his team.

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Travis Hafners's daughter opens the game with The National Anthem at 5P. For as young as she is, she's perfectly on pitch and astonishingly commanding of the entire stadium. If she wasn't so young, Luna might've immediately thought to sign her.

Being leery of the Music Business herself, she finds herself going back and forth about it by the bottom of the First as her third eye opens. Not being able to decide on whether to leave the girl alone or to step in. "I know I'm not the only one to hear her power... Fuck, the game's being the televised... I COULD be a protective barrier between an impressionable girl and some much unnecessary Nastiness though...." Luna holds onto her thoughts. Choosing to consult Colson and The Ash's... And possibly Sammy before deciding on any type of action. Trying to focus on Colson and the game instead for the rest of the evening, the strong voice continues to sing in the back of her colorful mind as ideas manifest along with it.

The lineup is stocked with Cleveland's greatest, finest and most map worthy. The World's Team rounding out with a wide array of goodies itself. The game is filled with Ewwws & Awwws, whooping, clapping, screaming and even the occasional Boo. Cleveland is an unforgiving City, almost rivaling Philadelphia.

The Miz from WWE opens up the game by coming out looking like Wild Thing as The World's Team takes the plate. Driving the crowd insane by rocking thick, black glasses on the mound while he imitates Charlie Sheen’s stance from the iconic film. On The World's Team, Daddy Yankee hit a triple slightly past Colson in the first inning. He could've caught it but was too distracted by the signs in clouds. Thankfully no one caught THAT as the batter ALMOST ran out of his pants as he flew past first base. Making Casie point and laugh loudly with her adult company. Falcon from The Avengers hit a pop fly to The Miz, causing him to crash backwards into their second baseman Stephanie Beatriz as he made the catch. Successfully ending the first inning.

Rook and Mod miss The Funny while conversing with Casie and the Hot Girl Summer happening behind them. Being RockStars truly has it's perks... ALL of the time. Luna on the other hand is an avid sports fan, having caught Benny's eye and a couple of Pete's elbows to her giggly ribcage during the first inning. Cracking up together over the on field collision they had all witnessed. There's something about people from NY... They love their fucking baseball.

During the third inning, Jim Thome's son joins the game acting as a pinch hitter. Batting left-handed, the young boy points his bat at the pitcher, just like his legendary father used to. With that and a solid smack, he snatches a two-run single through center field that pulls Cleveland's Team within four runs at a score of 16-12. JR Smith enthusiastically welcoming the boy as he runs Home.

The announcer mentions The Hometown Anti Heroe's love of Ramen as Colson steps up to the plate with multicolored vision. Following the young Thome with a drive to right field that eludes Ryan Howard, The Great HomeRun Hitter of the 2008 World FUCKING Champions. Colson races around past third with his tongue wagging in determination as he finds himself sliding safely back Home for an InField HomeRun.

"MOTHAFUCKEN' RIGHT YOU DID IT!! YOU ARE A GOLDEN FUCKING GOD." His tripping soul excitedly screams at him as he hits a light peak.

Colson's HomeRun leaves The World's Team within a three run grasp. Smith hoisting Colson high in the air as Team Cleveland celebrates his epic run. Casie and Luna hooting and hollering as they ecstatically cheer him on along with with Pete, Mod, Rook and Benny.

Finally, in comes The Legend of Cleveland himself, Travis Hafner. The retired Indians slugger crushes a ball to the left, over the wall and nearly hits Mustard the Hot Dog mascot standing near The Corner. Who took the surprise gracefully. Had it been the Philly Phanatic and Victorino, there probably would've been a fight on Broad Street.

Cleveland’s comeback being only a run behind now as another one of The Indian's legends steps up to bat. Carlos Baerga nailing a solo home run in the bottom of the fourth. Bringing the score to 16-15 heading into the fifth.

The World's Team scores five fucking times in the top of the fifth. Luna losing her shit along the way as Mod, Rook and Casie look at her like she's crazy but Pete and Benny laugh in appreciation of her passion and knowledge. It's the shocking two-run homer by Falcon as his drive to the left slips under the glove of The Great Hafner that truly fucks her up. Screaming WHAT THE FUUUUUCK as she jumps up and Pete laughs while pulling her back down. Rooting for the other team, Luna's soul is torn as Yankees legend, Bernie Williams steps up to bat. With a solo blast to left, Luna silently exchanges a cheering look with Pete for their hometown team as he slams another HomeRun. Pushing the score to 21-15. The World's Team leading hard with six runs at the bottom of the inning.

Cleveland comes to bat one last time. Allie LaForce starting them off with a single and scoring Cleveland another run on a ground ball by Beatriz. It's JR's pop up that gives them their last out. Swiftly stealing Team Cleveland's hopes for comeback. Ending the five inning game at 21-16.

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Hanging out for a bit after, even with the loss Colson's giddy from the mushrooms and happy with his performance. He's in the middle of busting it up with Jamie Fox while Luna talks with Stephanie close by. Casie leaves Rook and Benny to find her dad. Standing next to him, she dangles on his arm while patiently waiting for him to finish his conversation.

"Anyone ever told you how smooth your daddy is?" A middle aged woman asks as she slinks up to the young girl.

Colson forgets about his conversation as he turns around and laughs loudly at her absurdity while Casie physically recoils. Offended by the stranger's words and grasping onto her father's arm, she recovers quickly.

"Yeah. His GIRLFRIEND." Casie fires back with a monotoned voice before perking up. "Hi, Looney!" She exclaims as her face shifts from a scowl to a relieved, bright smile before falling into a smug look that she smoothly shoots at the stranger from the comfort of Luna's presence.

"Hiii, Dilla." Luna coos with her own gleam, having observed the whole scene. "How are you?" She asks the woman as her grin sweetly widens while she acknowledges and glides past her with eye contact and a nod. "You guys ready? We should find The Boys, we gotta get home for dinner." She advises as she ignores the woman and collects her family.

Luna takes Casie by the hand as Colson slips his arm around Luna. Tucking her wounded shoulder safely inside of him as always. Walking away, Casie turns over her left shoulder in between her and Luna. Glaring at the woman, she throws up her middle finger behind her back with her free right hand. Smirking at the woman's shocked reaction before turning back around triumphantly.

On their way home from the baseball field Colson posts the playful picture Rook had taken of him, Casie and Luna on the way to the car out of the park. A smile curling up on his lips as he places the caption. Proving they're always better together.

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"Who needs luck when you got them skills and these two as your biggest fans 🏆❤️💎💯"

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"FUUUUUUUCK, I MISSED YOU!!" Luna exclaims with overwhelmingly vibrant enthusiasm as soon as she walks into the kitchen and sees Sam. Grabbing her into a deep, soul hug, she plunks a huge kiss on her cheek. Squeezing her hand, she drags her around the island to a cooking Ashleigh. "I missed you tooooo, Buddy!" Luna squishes her with a hug from behind as she smooches her cheek also. Noticing two women she doesn't know at the island, she immediately greets them warmly. "Hi! I'm Luna." She smiles at the women as she extends her hand to AJ's wife, Naomi and Dub's girlfriend, Natasha. "It's a pleasure." She beams at them.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I hope she doesn't know I hit Her Dude." Luna immediately thinks of her mishap with Dub.

"More wine?" She asks as she tests the waters while still dragging Sam along with her to finally sit at the island as she fills the ladies wine glasses. "So tell me.... What's the story mornin' glories?" Luna laughs as she pours herself a glass of wine, figuring that if it's gonna be something... It's gonna be something.

Gathered in the kitchen, the four women talk about all kinds of different things as they get to know each other. Jumping from their individual careers and hobbies to fashion and politics and everything in between. Including the dumb shit their guys do. Sam smiling slyly while Ashleigh shrugs with a Fucking Men as she continues battering chicken. Potatoes are boiling to be mashed and green beans are sautéing. Colson comes into the kitchen to pick at dinner while Ashleigh swats at him. There's a bunch of them over and she's been air frying for over an hour now. Her chicken is NOT to be fucked with.

"What I tell ya, fucking men." Ashleigh mimicks a young Madonna as she clucks her tongue and rolls her eyes.

"Fugkin' MEN, WHAT?" He asks with his hands, imitating a horrible Brooklyn accent before he kisses Ashleigh's cheek.

Laughing at the two of them while shaking her head and standing, Luna watches Casie along with Ashton, Dub's daughter and AJ's two girls. Gazing out at them, she notices how they're very much

like their parents. Rolling and falling all over each other as they rough house around the huge yard. Still in the kitchen and spotting her Polaroid camera in her bag on the counter; Colson snaps a quick picture of Luna without her noticing. Setting the camera back where he found it, he plops a wet kiss in the side of her head to her tilted smile. Walking back into the living room, he shakes the instant photo in his hand. Watching as it slowly creeps into focus, his heart beats faster as it forms.

"FUCK, she's gorgeous." He can't help but smile to himself as he pulls on his wallet chain to tuck it into it's new home safely.

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"DIIINNNNERRR!!!" Ashleigh yells.

Those who aren't already in the kitchen come roaring inside. With almost twenty of them that are functional, they each help carry parts of their meal into the dining room with the expanded table. You'd think they'd be a hot mess but some how they function surprisingly well together. Each naturally gravitating to a job.

Luna counts plates. Sam grabs the green beans, Casie and AJ's daughters collect silverware as Colson places down the napkins. Slim pulls another bottle of white as Mod helps him with beers and lemonade out of the fridge. AJ collecting cups for the kids out of the cabinet. D gets Ashton milk as Rook happily snatches up the bowl of mashed potatoes, salt and pepper. Sneakily dipping his finger into it and taking a bite to Ashleigh's immediate ROOK. Pete strictly limits himself to butter duty, he's too high to handle anything else. Dub and Benny help with the salad, bowls and dressings as Natasha settles their daughter and Ashton at the table. Ashleigh handles the chicken with Naomi, making The Kid's plates first. Kevin's sat down for dinner before anyone, making Baze hop up to grab the Louisiana hot sauce from the fridge upon his judgmental request to everyone's equal shame and laughter.

Dinner is loud as always. Everyone talking over each other as they pass food and condiments during cross table conversations. The Three Dinner Questions are answered by everyone before they talk about the game. Filling Slim and Dub in on Colson's inpark HomeRun. The Boys eventually going on to bust each other's balls as usual while The Women continue to get to know each other and The Kids ask questions about EVERYTHING. Beers and white wine being passed along as quickly as Ashleigh's homemade chicken.

"So, you don't mind the air fryer?" She asks.

"This is air fried?" Dub asks in shock.

"What the FUCK is air fried?" Benny asks with such a panicked authority Luna can't help but laugh; she's never seen him react like that.

"You cook with hot air instead of grease." Ashleigh tries to explain.

"Fuck that voodoo ass nonsense, Ash." Benny drops his chicken and crosses his arms.

"You good, Benz? Cuz you're on some real weird ass shit right now, Pal." Luna lightly laughs again.

"Nah man, that shit ain't right... Fucking air fry... Just sounds like some voodoo shit." Benny sticks to his guns with his arms still crossed.

"What the fuck do you think a microwave is?" Sam scoffs at him. "Talk about unnatural? That's fucking electromagnetic waves verses air, Bro. Get it. Together." She rolls her eyes as she chomps into her chicken leg.

Benny thinks about science for a minute before picking his chicken back up. It's too delicious too deny. Even if it is voodoo chicken.

"Fucking Men." Sam mumbles to Ashleigh's laughter as she shakes her head and enjoys her chicken.

No one else is afraid of air fried chicken. Easily finishing it off. Benny eating five pieces of the devil's work alone. As they sit with full bellies, they start to talk about the up coming week. Colson and AJ having their girls clear the table so that they can work.

"I've got you guys booked for GMA this Thursday." Ashleigh informs Luna and Colson while looking at the calendar on her phone.

"This Thursday? Like four days from now?" Luna asks. "For what?"

"Have you not talked to Jackie?" Ashleigh sighs, sounding like Monica.

"No... It's the Fourth of July Weeknd. I figured she'd start tomorrow." Luna shrugs.

When Ashleigh sighs again Sam, AJ and Rook simultaneously stand up, grabbing odd things the kids had missed off the table and heading into the kitchen. Naomi, Natasha, Baze and Benny follow behind shortly along with Dub and D grabbing their babies. That leaves Luna, Colson, Slim, Kevin and a super stoned Pete. He still has is plate in front of him and is just hangen' out while he figures it out.

"They were supposed to contact her." Ashleigh explains.

"Here... Let's just fucking call her." Luna pulls her phone out and looks for Jackie's number, there's a slight attitude to her tone.

It's not directed at Ashleigh. It's more towards television and MorningTime Bullshit Talk TV. Luna's avoided things like this all of her career. Now it like she's Tom from Tom&Jerry; with fame and over exposure being the rake that constantly keeps smacking her in fucking her face.

"Hello?" Jackie answers on the second ring.

"Hey Jack, it's Loon..." Luna greets her friend. "I got you on speaker with Colson and his manager, Ashleigh..." Luna pauses for them to say Hello. "Uhmmmm... She has me booked for GMA Thursday? Do you know anything about that? Apparently they were supposed to hit you up?" Luna asks.

"Yeah, you didn't get my messages?" Her chipper voice slips through the speakerphone.

"What messages?" Luna asks as Ashleigh cuts her a What The Fuck look.

"The text, email and voicemail I left Friday evening, telling you about the booking... Is there a problem, Loons?" Jackie's sweet Australian accent asks suddenly concerned.

"Yeah. Luna's a jackass who doesn't answer her phone." Colson laughs as he smirks at her.

"Man, fuck you." Luna rolls her eyes but knows that it's true. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, Rolling Stone wants to book you and Colson in September for their October issue... I need whatever IT is...? I got a call from Kimmel for either Nightmare or Bad Things, they don't care which. One for something called Hot Ones. Oh! This is fun... I also got call asking for you to be a judge on RuPaul's drag show! I think you should definitely do that one!" She giggles after rattling off the long list.

"What the fuck.... Why? Ugh." Luna mentally sighs as she rubs her forehead in irritation.

"Hi, Jackie... This is Ashleigh, Colson's manager. I'm gonna take your number if you don't mind. Colson's going back on tour overseas in August, this way we can just coordinate their schedules together." Ashleigh steps in to help out. "Get them booked on the right things... And make sure everyone's communicating." She gives Luna a glance to her grateful smile and playful middle finger in return.

"That's a great idea!" Jackie immediately agrees.

"While we have her on the phone, let's get everyone in here so we can lock down the week." Ashleigh suggests to Luna's nod.

With Baze, AJ, Sammy, Benny, Rook and Mod back in the dining room, they go over the upcoming week. Monday, Luna and Colson are headed to the DMV for her Ohio ID, the courthouse to apply for their marriage license and to Colson's Cleveland jeweler to hopefully find their wedding bands. Deanna's expected in early Tuesday morning to finish the rest of the fittings. Casie is set to head back to her mom's Wednesday evening while Mod flies back to LA and Luna, Colson, The Boys, Sammy, Kevin, Pete and Deanna take off in the other direction to NYC. Thursday is GMA and other business. Sam agrees to call Mikey to see if he'll fly back with them Thursday night to record IT on Friday.

Feeling confident about the upcoming week, Luna takes Jackie off of speaker to talk to her privately. Ashleigh going on to present Colson with a handful of movie scripts as Luna heads out back.

"I need you to do me a favor..." Luna begins. "When I'm in The City on Thursday, I wanna get into my storage unit and pull the things I want in The Brownstone... Can you book movers and make sure it all safely gets there afterwards? I'll give you a key beforehand."

"Yeah... No problem, Loons. You want me to meet you there and help?" Jackie asks.

"If you wouldn't mind, that'd be awesome. Sammy'll probably be with me too." Luna answers.

"Absolutely. I'll meet you Thursday morning in Times Square, Sweetie." Jackie's Australian accent coos before Luna Thanks her and they say GoodBye.

Once off the phone with Jackie, Luna calls Monica. They speak on the details regarding the two new properties Luna's trying to obtain. Luna then goes on to ask Monica about the PreNump. It's ready to be signed, Luna informing her attorney when she'll be in town this upcoming week as they can schedule a meeting.

"I know you don't wanna do this Loons..." Monica tries to comfort Luna before she cuts her off.

"I don't wanna talk about it. I'll see you Thursday. Thanks as always, Mon." Luna quickly ends the conversation.

Walking back into the house, everyone is still gathered at the dining room table. Luna politely asks to talk to Colson and Ashleigh alone.

"What's up?" Colson asks with concern as he fills her wine glass.

"Did you happen to mention the PreNump to Ash?" She asks lowly as she looks over at their friend.

"He did... Why? Is everything okay?" Ashleigh's voice now holds it's own tone of concern.

"Yeah, uhmmmm... I just got off the phone with Monica. It's drawn up and we're set to sign it while we're in NY....." Luna trails.

"But..." Colson leads her as he lights a joint.

"You know I don't want this and I trust Monica with my life but I'd feel so much better if you brought Cyrus to look over it on your behalf." Luna explains to Colson as she takes a sip of her wine. "Do you think you can get him out there with us?" She asks as she turns to Ashleigh.

"I'll call him right now." Ashleigh replies, appreciating Luna's transparency as she calls Colson's private lawyer.

Colson and Luna sit and share the joint as Ashleigh makes the phone call. He gently comforts her worries about the PreNump before they start talking about how they want the performance on GMA to feel. Off the phone, Ashleigh reassures them Cyrus will be at the meeting.

After a while AJ, Dub and Ashleigh collect their families. Spreading Love and GoodByes as Baze and Sam head out with them. Slim not far behind. Leaving Colson, Luna, Casie, Pete, Kevin, Rook, Mod and Benny.

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Casie is tucked safely in bed after her and Colson's tradition of three books and their GoodNight Song. Mod is painting in the living room with Kevin. Benny, Rook and Pete are with them but deeply enthralled in a session of COD. Luna and Colson finally finding some time alone.

Sitting quietly by the edge of the pool, their feet playfully comfort one another's in the cool water as they sit shoulder to shoulder. Vance Joy is dreamily floating from Luna's phone as the moon beams down upon them. Sharing a joint, they go over the day's events. From their dry bubblebath to Colson's InPark HomeRun. Luna takes a deep drag off of the joint as the topic of Jackson finally comes up.

"I know why he kissed you, Loons, I'm a fucking dude." He deadpans as he looks over at her. "It was a pathetic last ditch effort to try to get you to change your mind." Colson looks away from Luna as he hesitates. "Which I hate that I get... Because I wouldn't wanna lose you either." He looks back into her eyes during his last sentence while he laces his fingers into her free hand that's resting beside him. Slightly squeezing it tighter along with what follows. "It's fucking disrespectful though. To you, to me... I still don't get why you had to go down there but I know you had good intentions... And it pisses me off because I feel like he takes advantage of that and your history together. And for real, I know it's not a big deal to you but you left him with a glimmer of hope when you kissed him GoodBye." Air quoting her on the last word.

Colson's now gripping her hand with a worrisome look. Luna finds herself in a unique position. Never one to explain herself but at the same time always knowing when to acknowledge that she's wrong, she gives Colson her own weird look. He's right... And, he's right. She has nothing to protest.

"I..." She begins to agree with him as Colson cuts her off, assuming she's about to argue with him as always.

"Aht." He puts his free hand up that's holding the joint hostage. "I told you. I'm a dude. I know what I'm talkin' about. So fucking stop. You wanna kiss someone GoodBye, kiss em on the God Damn cheek. Or Imma start kissen' bitches GoodBye too." He states firmly as he uses his joint laced hand to adamantly make his point.

Still holding onto Luna's hand tightly, he hits the joint finally. Staring out into the darkness just beyond the pool, they sit silently. Both thinking about his honest words. Puffing hard on the joint, he passes it to Luna. They catch eyes as she reaches for it. Like magnets, they're held there by each other's souls. Both of their blue eyes studying the other's. It's not they're normal challenging stare. It's more of a deep, inquisitive look into one another's truth.

"I'll fucking kill you." Luna lightly chuckles with that half grin that he loves as she holds his gaze and hits the joint seductively.

"EXACTLY." Colson retorts with a belly laugh before she lifts the joint to his lips.

Taking a full hit, he pulls Luna in by her jawbone and delicate neck. Kissing her passionately, he balloons her lungs with his smoke before releasing her. Luna's lungs expand beyond belief, taking Colson's WHOLE hit and the kiss he left on her lips. Exhaling, she coughs her head off.

"That's what you get..." He says with a slightly sarcastic tone as he rubs her back.

Luna proceeds to cough for another minute only for it to feel like forever as Colson shoots a couple more small zingers her way. Looking over at him as she's doubled over, losing a lung, Luna gives Colson the DeathStare. This shuts him up, leaving him to rub her back until she can breathe again after another minute or so.

"You're RIGHT." Luna slightly gasps out, Colson had hit her lungs too hard.

"Why... Wait... What??" Colson looks around the backyard in his honest confusion before scrunching his face up at Luna.

"I agree with you." Luna shrugs as she takes his arm and wraps it around herself. Nestling into him, she explains her logic. "He was disrespectful to both of us and our relationship... That's not cool. That's not fair and that's certainly not friendship. I would hope that you DO know that, THAT part of my life is bigger than Jackson..." They're both staring out into the star sprinkled and city line laced abyss as they talk.

"I do..." Colson sighs. "What are you getting at?" Knowing that Luna doesn't give details for no reason.

Sitting up, she turns to him. "I'd like for Opie to be at our Cleveland wedding. Along with his wife, dad and my niece and nephew..."

"I thought you didn't like kids?" Colson teases her under the midnight sky.

"I mean... I don't. Not REALLY." Luna lightly laughs at herself for a moment before thinking about it; she's slightly amazed by how many kids she truly interacts with and loves with her WHOLE heart without even realizing it.

"I'm teasing you, Buttercup." Colson pulls on her by the shoulders as he leans in closer to kiss the side of her head. "I know they're important to you... Invite who you need. Just not FUCKING Jackson. Or Tommy... Actually, you know what? Offer 'em both tickets to EstFest. On me." Colson looks at her smugly as he waits for her reaction to his new idea.

"No. That's not necessary." Luna answers after she hits the joint a few times before passing it back. "I may need to invite his mother though..." Luna looks over at Colson with a worrisome look. 

"Who's?" Colson asks with a slight attitude.

"Jackson's mom, Gemma. Out of respect." Before Colson can to begin to argue with her she reminds him of Old Codes to his understanding sigh. "I don't know though because of my Mom-Mom..." Luna trails at the end.

Their joint is long gone. Luna and Colson sit together quietly again, still side by side as they pass a fresh one back and forth. Saying what she needed to, Luna waits for Colson to speak.

"I'll make you a deal..." Colson finally breaks their silence as he passes her the joint. "I'll support whatever you feel is right for our private ceremony... As long as you let me record all of EstFest for a special Kelly Vision. Behind the scenes and all." He offers up his compromise with a cocky smirk.

The idea of recording their EstFest Wedding has been brewing in his head for a minute now. Knowing Luna hates feeling exposed, he had thought of a thousand different ways to convince her to do it. Now, Colson sees his shot free and clear and he's not missing it. In his mind, it also won't hurt his ego to have Jackson's Mommy watch as Luna takes him as Her Only either.

"Like all weekend?" Luna asks with a terrified look as she passes back the bone.

"ALLLL weekend." Colson grins as he takes a satisfied hit, knowing he has her on the hook.

"Fine..." Luna sighs, annoyed by whatever Buttercup shit just came out of his mouth beforehand and the fact that she's pretty sure Gemma won't dare come because of Patti but only mentioned it as a precaution; while simultaneously deciding it's all worth it to prove whatever point or loyalty to Colson that he needs.

"Thanks, Kitten." Colson pulls her closer with his draped arm still around her as he kisses the side of her head again, feeling bad for slightly manipulating her. "You can sit in on editing if you want..." He offers as he passes the shrinking joint.

"I'd fucking hope so." Luna scoffs before hitting it. "Considering you're basically talking about our wedding video."

"Shit... I didn't think about it like that." Colson admits.

"Yeah..." Luna exhales through her hit. "I didn't hire a photographer because it never struck me until now." She answers with her hands out as she yawns.

"No sweat, I'll hit up Wozy... I'm sure he'd love to do it." Colson reassures her with another kiss to the head.

"You ready to go tomorrow?" Luna asks him softly.

"Where? To the DMV or the courthouse?" Colson teases her.

"To the fucking courthouse, you Asshole." She chuckles as she slightly jabs him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Definitely. More than anything." He answers as he pulls her face in with his oversized hand to kiss her. "You?" He asks, letting his hand drop to fully study her as his eyes slightly darken.

"Absolutely." She smiles at him with That One Look, pulling him in now with both of her hands.

Luna kisses Colson passionately as his firm hands roam her body. With their tongues twisting inside their kiss, Colson pops back and grins against her lips. Pressing his lips onto her mouth with force, he breaks away slightly to grin again. This time wider. Rocking her slowly inside his hold as he begins to kiss her again, he picks up his pace. Realizing what he's doing, Luna starts to panic.

"Colson!! Nooo!!" Luna shouts as he throws them both into the pool.

Popping her head up, Luna spits out a mouth full of water at Colson. Making him quickly dunk her again. He pulls her up with his strong arms and plants a solid kiss on her sputtering lips. Still in their clothes, Luna wraps her body around his as they begin to heavily make out. Pulling off their wet clothing, they let the articles carelessly float around the pool as Colson guides her body to the side of the pool. Kissing all over her neck as he slowly pushes himself into her warm pussy. She gasps with a purring shudder as he hits her back wall.

"YOU. ARE FUCKING MINE." Colson's deep voice causes Luna to moan out in pleasure as he tangles his fingers in her wet hair and thrusts deeper inside of her.

The demanding authority in his voice has Luna bucking against him wildly. Pulling on his hair as she bites down on his shoulder and cums easily for him. Sliding safely back Home once more, Colson grips Luna's ribcage tightly.

"Oooooh, FUUUUUCK!!" He growls out as his body shakes and he releases himself inside of Luna while the water flows around their orgasms.

"Still mad?" Luna asks sweetly as she nibbles on his ear.

Not mad but definitely still hard, Colson drives himself further inside of Luna. She gasps again at his length and girth, her body twitches and she lowly purrs as her insides wrap themselves around him.

"This dick your only dick?" He taunts while pleased by her reaction.

"Mhhm..." Luna moans as she kisses him.

Unable to contain her desire for him, Luna starts grinding against Colson's solid dick. Leading them to fuck each other again feverishly in the pool. Sloppy, wet kisses land everywhere before Luna clutches onto Colson's body. Letting him take all that he wants from her. Again and again.

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To be continued...

[hoodoo12]

Chapter 13/15 SFW

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

@turtlepated @anyamercury @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice

The next morning, she returned with a peanut butter sandwich. Beetlejuice hadn’t eaten in forever, and he didn’t think Lisette had eaten much the day before, and honestly couldn’t remember how long breathers could go without food. 

Like he’d seen her eat before, she shoved most of it in her mouth as she entered, and wiped her hand on her skirt before sitting in her spot against the wall. 

“Still no luck getting outside?” he asked.

“No,” she confirmed, with a shake of her head. At least she wasn’t cowed and mousey now. “I tried the doors and every window downstairs again. I even went into the basement and tried the old coal chute. Nothing opens.”

She looked him dead in the eye. “Tell me again you didn’t do this.”

How many times did he have to goddamn repeat it? “I didn’t do this, baby.”

She narrowed her eyes, but seemed to accept it.  “Well, I still think it has something to do with you.”

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. He had no way to convince her. 

Lisette settled in with her books, journal, and pen in reach, and began going through them much more meticulously than he’d witnessed before. He thought about interrupting her. Instead, he watched her focus on her work, going from one book to another, jotting notes, flipping back to different pages. His mind drifted in the lull, from imagining her naked again, to how much he hated this circle, to how long it might take for her to starve to death. When she died here, would she be stuck in the house too? Would he have a companion, or would she go on to the Netherworld, leaving him alone again?

It slowly dawned on him she was speaking again. 

“--you were trapped here, right? Could your energy have closed off the house?”

Beetlejuice shook his head. “Still not me, babes. If I could’ve done something like that, I would have done it a long time ago and then random breathers wouldn’t bother the hell out of me. And may I remind you again that you fucking trapped me in this fucking circle and I can’t do jack shit?!”

“Hmm . . .” she replied eloquently, not fazed by his sudden outburst, and went back to her books. 

This fucking chalk circle. Christ, he hated it. He couldn’t deny being mostly tangible was nice, which was obviously something to do with the properties of the incantation, but being caged here was horrendous. He thought being confined to the house was bad, but now he realized how good he’d had it. 

This fucking circle. Now Lisette knew what it felt like. Beetlejuice wanted to take sadistic pleasure from the irony, but for some reason, still couldn’t quite dredge it up. 

This circle . . .

A wild thought occurred to him. 

“Lis, let me see the instructions for this incantation circle!” Beetlejuice demanded, out of the blue. 

“What? No!” she automatically replied. 

“Come on, babes, I have an idea!”

She actually held her journal to her chest. “No way! It’s a nice try, with me being desperate and all, but I’m not falling for that trick!”

Beetlejuice ground his teeth. “It’s not a trick! I don’t care about what might be written in there that would help me--” He actually did care, but that wasn’t going to fly at the moment. “--I just have an idea about this fucking circle you drew!”

“And what, pray tell, might that be?”

He didn’t want to lay all his cards on the table. He might have said too much already, and lost any bargaining leverage he might have had. He should hold out, make her give him something in return--like his freedom!--for his idea. 

But it was too late; Lisette’s brow furrowed and she went back to her books, flipping pages and scanning them quickly. She found whatever she was looking for and studied it. 

“I have the instructions right here,” she said aloud. “I got all the ingredients, I made sure to copy everything to the letter on the floor and ceiling. I drew the proper sigils in salt mixed with oil, then let it all dry for three days before going over them with chalk. Everything was done exactly how it’s written!”

Beetlejuice gave her a half-smile. “Salted oil. Any other liquids go into those initial drawings?”

Lisette cocked her head, thinking. “No . . . wait. A little spit, and a little blood. The instructions were obviously written by a man for a man, because it wanted semen, so I had to modify it.”

The smile that formed completely across his face wasn’t entirely happy. “Babes, you made a mistake.”

“What?” She looked startled, looked at her book, and continued her protest. “No I didn’t! Everything is right! Just because I couldn’t provide semen doesn’t mean it was wrong! Intent is taken into consideration for that sort of thing! I followed what was written in the book!”

Beetlejuice shook his head. “You shouldn’t trust those books, baby. 

“They lie.”

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The look of shock on her face would have been delightful, if he hadn’t grown to kind of like her. 

That realization made his mouth snap shut. What was this? After what she’d done to him, he wasn’t happy she was stuck here? He wasn’t happy that she’d been deceived? What was wrong with him?

Lisette had resorted to muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit--” on repeat while she stared hard into the pages of the books that she’d foolishly relied on.

“Lisette. Lisette, baby! Hey! Snap out of it!” Beetlejuice ordered, snapping his fingers as close to her as possible. He’d deal with his own messed up head later; this might be his ticket out of here. 

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and slightly panicked. 

He softened his voice. “Hey. Why don’t you just tell me what you did, and then maybe we can work it out?”

“You’re still trying to trick me!” she replied wildly. 

“No! No!” Beetlejuice insisted, hands out, trying to project an air of assistance and concern, not creepy old guy trying to capitalize and take advantage of someone. “Trust me, I don’t want you to be stuck here, because then I’m gonna be stuck in this fucking chalk circle for the rest of your life and beyond!”

That might not have been the absolute best thing to admit, but it seemed to work.

With a deep breath, Lisette nodded. 

“Why don’t you tell me exactly what you did?” he asked again. 

Slowly, she did. In a halting voice, she told him about the specific incantation circle she’d used, one designed to capture and hold otherworldly beings indefinitely. She read him the ingredient list she’d worked from. It was referenced from multiple sources, so she’d believed it was accurate and safe. She still refused to show him the insides of her books, but Beetlejuice was able to glean enough about it to understand both its power and its true intended use. 

“You created a trap for me,” he explained, “and it worked. Your problem is two-fold, baby. One, you used your blood to catch me, so my restrictions regarding this fucking house got transferred to you. 

“Second, you did just what the creatures who wrote the instructions--no, men didn’t write them, damn it!” he said loudly, over her objections over who--or what--authored the books. To her credit she shut up and he explained, “The books were written with a man’s hand, but they were fucking possessed, okay? Understand?! It was all so things that aren’t supposed to be here had a conduit. So. You’ve done what the beasts actually wanted, which is human essence. Blood, spit, jizz--all those are a valuable commodities, and you just gave it away for free.

“The circle was designed to snare humans. Most of the beings mentioned in those books travel in packs. You’d get one of them, but then there’s no way for you to escape while the rest devour you. 

“See how elegant it is?”

He’d never been positive if it’d been a good thing he met up with old Alhazred back in the day, but he had learned a lot from the mad man. As he watched Lisette process all that information with tears welling in her eyes however, Beetlejuice thought that this was one of the times was both good and bad to be able to pass on eldritch knowledge.

tbc

[ijaws]

@oh-just-hazel

Racism

I agree. Reverse Racism doesn’t exist. 

Racism exists. There’s no ‘reverse’ or cute little terms to replace it like Racial Prejudice. Hell, Racial Prejudice falls under the definition of Racism in every single dictionary I could find on a quick google search. I’m sorry, but if you provide any sort of Racial Discrimination, Prejudices, or Racial Superiority Propoganda you’re 100% racist. There’s no if/and/or ‘but’s about it. I don’t care what skin color you are. 

If you say that you can’t be racist because you’re a minority you’re delusional or brainwashed. If you discriminate or are prejudiced against anyone based on their skin color, you are no better than or different from a White Racist. None. You are BOTH equally wrong and I will treat both as you should be treated. As racist scumbags who don’t deserve to breathe the same air I do for being such braindead human beings that shouldn’t have the right to procreate.

Black person expressing Racial Prejudice = White person expressing Racial Prejudice

There’s no difference. They are both equally shitty people and if you defend that Black Person then you are literally advocating for Black Racism. You are actively defending racist behavior. It would be NO different than me defending a White Racist.

Source Material

I’m going to clear up my position on this subject. If you do not believe me on here, then look through some of my other posts regarding Ariel. 

I believe that if a character was created a specific way with specific traits that those specific traits should stay the same with every depiction of the character onward. Now there can be adaptations of the character, and there is nothing wrong with that, but you can’t take a character named Jimmy and make him a woman and still call him Jimmy. You can’t take a White Character named Jimmy and make him Black and still call him Jimmy. That’s not how that works. Jimmy, if he was established as a White Character, is, well, White. Jimmy isn’t Black. The same goes for a Black Character. Let’s say that Micheal is Black. You can’t take Micheal and make him White and still call him Micheal. That’s not how that works. Micheal ISN’T White. Micheal wasn’t established as a White Character. 

So if you established Cinderella as a White Princess, then she is a WHITE Princess. If you establish Snow White as a White Princess, then she’s a White Princess. If you establish Belle from Beauty and the Beast as White (eventually a White Princess) then she is WHITE. If you establish Tiana is a BLACK Princess, then she is a BLACK Princess. If you establish Mulan as an Asian Warrior Princess, then she’s an ASIAN Warrior Princess. If you establish Pocahontas as a Native American Princess, then she’s a Native American Princess. If you establish that a character is Gay, then that character is a GAY character. If you establish that they are a lesbian, then that character is a lesbian character. 

If you establish Ariel as White with Red hair and Blue eyes, then she is WHITE with RED HAIR and BLUE EYES. 

Ariel does not have dark eyes, african hair, and dark skin. Pocahontus doesn’t have pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes does she? No. She doesn’t. Therefore if I changed Pocahontas to have pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes would she still be Pocahontas? I want to answer this. Like. Legit. Would she, or would she not, still be Pocahontas? If she isn’t then you are racist just like how you’re trying to point me out as racist.

“Her story revolves around her being Native-” Oooh, okay. So that means I can go and make Falcon from the MCU into a pale skinned, brown haired, blue eyed White guy? After all, his race doesn’t matter too much to his character. It should be PERFECTLY acceptable for me to change his race then. Oh, what about Colonel James Rhodes? AKA War Machine? You know, Don Cheadle’s character. I can go and change his race right? That’ll be perfectly acceptable, right? After all, him being Black does nothing to story and isn’t important to HIS character. 

Oh, I can’t do that because it will be Whitewashing? Then why is it okay for a Black Person to take the role of a White Person where the race doesn’t matter then? Isn’t that Blackwashing? Oh, so Blackwashing isn’t a thing because there’s been oppression in the past that no one alive today has the power to do anything about yet somehow we have to pay for something that neither you or I was a part of? Silly me. (Yeah, all that was sarcasm) 

Either it is okay for everyone to disrespect culture, established characters, and the authors original intent and depict any character however they want to treat them no matter what race they are, or no one should be allowed to do any of that and they should respect source material and author intent. 

I will be 100% convinced that if you continue to play around with words and weasel your way into justifying the erasure of Classical White Characters that you are 100% trying to establish a double standard and perpetuate a double standard. You will be trying to say that it is okay for POCs to do something and White people can’t. That you are trying to say that POCs can take whatever role they want and if White People say anything in protest that they’re immediately somehow racist. I’ll COMPLETELY ignore the fact that if you, yes you, did the exact same thing about a White Person taking a POC role that you somehow aren’t racist when I would be when it comes to White Characters. 

Do you not see how fucked up that is? I am not racist. I don’t care about skin color. I have lived in Italy, Japan, and multiple different states in the US. Hell, I’ve actually experienced racism as the victim in Japan (it could have been xenophobia though), and I have experienced racism in a Black Majority town that I used to live in. (There were 3 Black People to 1 White/Other person. I was lucky to get a job in that town according to my Black Coworkers. The GM of the company I was working for didn’t like White People. A lot of companies there were like that.) However, I learned about other cultures by witnessing them first-hand and came to respect them. 

My mother and father taught me that people were people. It didn’t matter what they looked like. My mother and father told me that racists were disgusting and slavery was completely wrong. The told me that hat if they ever caught me picking on someone because of their skin color I was going to get the beating of my life. (My Dad told me that one actually.) My Dad went into the US Military and that is where I met people of all sorts of ethnicities and nationalities. I NEVER experienced racism until I got back to the US after being overseas collectively around 8 years. In DODDs Schools (Military Schools), which I was in for nearly all of my education, my classmates were the children of Military Parents like I was. In the Military, the US Military anyway, you can be punished for something your kid does. You can get in severe trouble. That’s why I feel a majority of my classmates were well behaved. I rarely saw fights, everyone was very chill, racism was nonexistent (We could openly make race jokes with each other and we’d all be chill pretty much. None of us gave a fuck.), and the teachers were badass af. Obviously a majority of them had been prior Military individuals themselves. 

Besides that, when I was overseas a majority of my friends were people of color. Black People, Asians, Middle Eastern Kids, etc. Hispanic. I had friends that came from all over the place. Yet, if I was racist, why would I want anything to do with them? If I was racist why would I condemn Whitewashing? If I was racist why would I advocate for a Disney Princess from Africa based on Afircan Culture? If I was racist why would I condemn the Alt-Right, the KKK, Nazi’s, Hitler, and the Ayran Brotherhood? If I was racist then why would I, if I had the power, go back and try to prevent slavery from even happening? If I was racist why would I be wanting Marvel and other Movie Studios to be making MORE POC movies on characters like Borther Voodoo, Static Shock (LOVED that show as a kid holy fuck), John Stewart, Steel (Henry John Irons. He looks cool af), SPAWN!!! (I heard they’re supposed to be doing a new movie but I dunno. I’d be excited either way.), etc.? 

Why would I want any of that? Tell me. I REALLY want to know how I’m racist.

Is it because I want a classical White character to STAY WHITE?! Wouldn’t you want Black characters to stay Black?! How are YOU not racist for that when I AM?! The double standards are REEEAAALLLY starting to piss me off here. 

Bottom line is that I’m not racist for wanting a character to stay true to their source material. 

If I am racist for wanting Ariel to be White, when she was depicted as White in both the 1839 Publication in DENMARK and the 1989 Disney film, then you HAVE to say that Black People who are racist for wanting Blade to stay Black as he has been since the ‘70s… Fair is fair or there’s a double standard… Or you have to admit that White people, oh, I dunno, are just getting pissed because they’re having every single character that they love systematically replaced by POCs, essentially altering the characters they love completely. 

I also want to point out that people were mad about this stuff too. 

Hunger Games got the cat wrong in the movies. People made such a huge deal out of that they went back and fixed it. Here’s the cats. 

People were also about the Percy Jackson movie when they got Annabeth’s look wrong. Annabeth is a REALLY tan girl with really bright blonde hair and gray eyes. This is who they cast as Annabeth… 

 A majority of us are feeling THIS way about Ariel. It’s not because she’s Black. It’s because she looks NOTHING like fucking Airel. Where’s her red, full, flowing hair? Where’s her bright blue eyes? Where’s her pale skin? Where’s the fucking resemblance to ARIEL??!?

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I can destroy that entire article with just a few observations. 

Aladdin (1992) - There were quite literally no white people in this film and it is still one of the most widely celebrated Disney Films of all time. Jasmine, Aladdin, Jafar, and even Genie are not Whitewashed at ALL. I’m talking appearances here. Voice Actor skin color is meaningless. People who make a big deal out of that have mental issues. Jasmine is still portrayed as extremely beautiful and she IS a Princess! It states that in the movie. The Princess and the Street Rat. Honestly, it was one of my favorite movies as a kid! And I’m WHITE! Sure, this movie taught people that WASN’T beautiful and valuable because she wasn’t white and that she WASN’T a Princess because she wasn’t White. 

Pocahontas (1995) - LITERALLY showed a White Man falling in love with a Native American. Pocahontas who is an actual Princess as she’s listed as one of the Princesses in Disney's Princess Lineup. Guess what… Pocahontas is NOT White! -Gasp- A WHITE man fell for a Princess that WASN’T White?! I thought that in order to be beautiful and full of value as well as a princess that you HAD to be White?!

Mulan (1998) - Another one of Disney’s top most celebrated movies of all time with not a SINGLE White Person on screen! (It’s almost as if White People in general aren’t racist or something.) It was a story about female empowerment at this point and that you can be a badass Warrior Princess AND be beautiful as well! Oh, and guess what, she wasn’t white either and she’s a princess too… Weird… I thought that Disney was trying to indoctrinate young white people that only White Women could be Beautiful Princesses. 

Tiana (2009) - ….. Do I even need to say anything here? 

Yes, the power of Folk Tales is their adaptability over time, but, again, if you’re doing, you know, a REMAKE and not a fucking ADAPTATION then why the FUCK would cast someone that wasn’t ACCURATE to the fucking REMAKE?! I’m literally losing braincells here trying to dumb myself down to understand this stupid ass shit. 

 White Culture

Culture / cul·ture /ˈkəlCHər/

noun

1. The arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement regarded collectively.

"20th century popular culture"

Synonyms: the arts, the humanities

2. ------> The customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements of a particular nation, people, or other social group. <------

"Caribbean culture" 

Synonyms: ----->civilization, society, way of life, lifestyle; More<------

Tell me. What were English, Scottish, Russian, Polish, French, and Scandinavian People were before they began their colonial eras? Hmm…? Oh, that’s right… They were White. How many Ethnicities of Europe are there? Well from what I can tell there’s White People and Mediteranean people. A majority of the continent, though, is inhabited by White People while Mediteranean people tend to be situated, obviously, along the Southern Coast of Europe. 

Generally when you think of a region you associate it with its people. In Asia you immediately think Chinese, Japenes, and so on. Why? Well look at the populations and their culture. They inhabit a majority of the land nearly, except Russia as it spans both continents, and have the largest population on this planet. You don’t typically think of Middle Easterners and Indians as Asian even though they are. Are Asians now guilty of what White People in Europe are then? They had too many kids and established themselves as a Majority in Asia? The horror! Look at Africa now… When you think of Africa you don’t tend to think of White People or Middle Eastern People. You think of Black Africans with rich culture and lands. Even though the VERY South and North African regions of the continent are White and Middle Eastern looking. (White in the South. Middle Easter in the North.) You don’t tend to think of Egyptians as Africans either when you think of Africa. 

With that being said, every culture on this Planet and its people tend to group together. White People, Black People, Native Americans, Asians, etc. You tend to group with who you’re familiar with and who look like you. You’re more empathetic with them. I’m pretty sure you could have a Korean and a Japanese person in the US and they’d gravitate towards each other because of their similarities. Same with White People. Collectivism happens. When people identify themselves they say they’re Asian, White, Black, Latino, etc. What do you associate with when it comes to White People? Oh, that’s right. Americans and Europeans. That’s where a majority of White People are located. White People also have their own cultures like Asians and Africans do. Therefore if you can say that something is a part of African culture, then you can say that something is a part of White Culture as well. 

This is how that works. “Whiteness,” is its own topic. It has no standing in regards to the topic at hand as it has nothing to do with what we are talking about. We are talking about collections of peoples and nationalities. White People are a collection of, you guessed it, White Individuals and their cultures. 

England, Scotland, Russia, Polish, Scandinavia, Germany, Switzerland, France, Ukraine, Austria, Hungary, etc. All of these countries are essentially White Populations. White People. They ALL have their own cultures and beliefs… The bottom line, though, is that they’re White. They LITERALLY are White People. Collectively they are White People. Therefore, White People are a thing. I am white. I consider myself a White American with ancestry from Northern Europe. I consider them, as well as other White People as part of my kin. MY people. WHITE PEOPLE. Therefore, White People have culture. Hell, we have a fuck ton of cultures. In America it may not be this way because America is a bit complicated to explain, but there you have it. 

This is exactly how Black People look at themselves and their ancestors from Africa. Same with Asians, South Americans, etc. 

History

“When whites talk about reverse discrimination, I feel that they are making a silly argument because what they really want to say is that we, people of color, have the power to do to them what they have done to us from the 13th century.

But If you think about it, reverse racism is actually kinda great. Because if it did exist, it would mean we lived in a society in which all racial groups have an equal amount of power. But we don’t.”

Quick question. How old are you? I assume you’re not 800 years old. Do you know anyone in your family that is 800? No? What about 500? Any friends or family? No… hmm… what about 200? No? What about 100? Maybe? Interesting. Well… I’d like to personally tell you that no one in your family, or your friends, have experienced slavery, oppression, unless they’re basically 60 to 100 years old, and that you’ve lived a pretty privileged life. (If you do not believe you’re living a privileged life here, in 2019, I swear I will not be able to take you seriously. Even the poorest people in Modern Countries have it better than nearly every Human in History. That’s not an opinion either.) White People haven’t been doing anything to you or your family. If you’re scared of the people that came before us, don’t be. They’re dead now. Everything’s fine. 

In all seriousness there is no such thing as reverse discrimination. There is ONLY discrimination. Also, I refuse to be held accountable for what my ancestors did. I have no control over that and I should NOT be fucking forced to pay for their mistakes. If I am to pay for their mistakes then I should be fucking praised for my ancestors that faught against Slavery and Oppression. 

Also, really? No POC alive has felt anything remotely as bad as it was at LEAST 150 years ago. No one alive has been a slave. Now there may be some older people out there that witnessed oppression that was protected under the government, but can we look at who was marching along with MLK..? Can we also look at who fought in the Civil War? Can we also look at the people who were slogging through Europe to kill Nazis? 

As for the reverse racism comment… Jesus I’m not even gonna really touch that. 

I would touch on power, but I am having a strong feeling that you’re one of those types that believes in White Privilege, and how the US Govt. is still skulking around the shadows being racist allowing young Black People to be killed and that they DiDn’T Do AnYtHinG WroNg. That the cops literally just want to shoot Black People just because they’re Black and blah blah blah. I won’t even get into that subject because… holy fuck that’s going down the rabbit hole. I’d NEED to do some drugs to stay sane if we talked about that shit. 

 The Most Important Point!

 You’re right. They’ve already cast the wrong actress to play Ariel. It blows… I wish that they would have actually made a film based on ACTUAL African Culture while also taking place off the coasts of Africa itself. You could have had extremely accurate casting choices, no white folk (cause we all know how White People are racist White Devil Colonizers.), and an original story to tell. What would seriously be the best part about ALL that would be the fact that Black Kids would have an ACTUAL tale about their ACTUAL historical culture that would be THEIR OWN! It would be ABOUT them! It wouldn’t be a tokenized White Character you know? 

Also, do you not understand how Tokenizing and Pandering is insulting to POCs? Why casting Ariel this way is an insult to you? 

Do you realize that by doing this Hollywood is essentially telling you, POCs, that this is all you’re ever gonna get? That you’re never going to get any roles or movies that are really YOURS… You’re not going to get original Black Stories, you’re not going to get Original Black Characters, and that all you’re going to get is what White People hand out to you? That all you’re ever going to get is second-rate characters? Doesn’t that piss you off? It would piss me off. Why would you even defending a casting choice like this when you should be DEMANDING an original story with original characters about LEGITIMATE BLACK CULTURES?! 

Oh, is it because of the whole FUCK WHITE PEOPLE thing? An entirely petty, small minded, mindset focused on prolonging racial tension and racism rather than ending it? Cause, you know, you don’t solve hatred with more hatred. You don’t fucking solve culturual appropriation with MORE cultural appropriation. You don’t solve racism with MORE racism. You don’t solve sexism with MORE sexism. To be honest, you would have thought Black Panther would have taught you that lesson…. That’s Ironic. You do know Killmonger was wrong and T’Challa was right, right? 

I dunno. I ranted a lot longer than I thought I would have and got a lot deeper than I thought I would have. Oh well. It’s gotten to the point that I feel like we’re both talking to brick walls while each of us think we’re right while the others wrong. I personally feel that I’m living in reality, but that’s just me… mostly because I haven’t been reading propaganda pieces but… yeah… The signs were when you started bringing up reverse racism… I kinda shoulda back off at that point but yeah… 

Lastly, you literally can’t whitewash a character that’s been white for 200+ years to begin with… so… 

Oh well… I’ve given this my last horah… Oh well… 

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Formal Introductions and Female Orgasms

Well hello, welcome to my blog. Some of you may know who I am, and others don’t, and I’m perfectly ok with that. I’m writing this anonymously because I want to. And that’s that. The things that I talk about on this blog are things that many people would consider to be rather controversial; sex, politics, gender equality. etc. The topics I'm going to talk about and give opinions on are just that, opinions. I don't claim to be an expert on any of these things (ok except some of the female sexuality things. I am a female and I have sex, so I have some insider info on that) so don't get mad and offended if they aren't completely accurate in your eyes. People have differing opinions, that's a fact, get over it. That being said, I respect your view and your right to disagree, I'm not going to slam you because we don't agree, that's just stupid. It’s also worth mentioning, I swear like a sailor, so as formal as I’m going to try to be; I’m not going to hide that part of myself. I do intend to do some research on these topics and will cite sources, the people that have done the work to produce the facts deserve recognition. And with that, let's begin!

Disclaimer! This is about female sex with men. I honestly don't have enough experience with women to do this subject justice in regards to them. I had a really interesting conversation yesterday about pleasure between partners and what that should look like, as well as pleasure in general.  The opinion of the person I spoke to was that what got him off was getting the girl off, making sure that she was able to orgasm multiple times and from that he was able to be satisfied. Which I found really interesting because it wasn't the first time, I had heard that from a man. What made it interesting was the fact that I know a multitude of girls who NEVER cum from sex, me included. And it got me curious, how many women suffer from orgasmless sex? Upon doing some research I found a book a called "Becoming Cliterate: Why Orgasm Equality Matters--And How to Get It" By Laurie Mintz, In the first chapter of the book Dr. Mintz addresses something called "The Pleasure Gap". If you've never heard of the Pleasure Gap, let me enlighten you. It is the gap between partners reaching orgasm, more often than not men reaching it and not women. She references a survey that asked thousands of men and women about whether they had reached orgasm in their most recent sexual encounter, 64% of women had reached an orgasm in comparison to the 91% of men. The fact that only 64% of women reported cuming is just sad. Women deserve to cum just as much as men do. I would place myself in the 36% that doesn't cum at all. Do you know how annoying it is to have sex with a guy, have him cum and not get to do that same? There aren't enough words in the English language to describe the mental and physical frustration it causes. Not only does it leave you craving more but it can also leave you feeling unimportant. You ask yourself questions like "Why does he get to cum and I don't?" "Does it even matter to him that I'm not happy?" "Does he even know how to get me off?". Questions like these rapidly lead to self-confidence issues. I know this from experience, I’ve been left feeling like shit because I “couldn’t cum” and felt like I disappointed him because I couldn’t finish. And that feeling of disappointment being confirmed by the look on his face when I told him I didn’t. I’ve also received looks of utter frustration. Guys have gotten legitimately frustrated that I didn’t cum from what he was doing. But the frustration wasn’t with himself, it was with me. Because it was somehow my fault that what he was doing wasn’t enough.

And now to address the elephants in the room, the men! No that is not a weight joke or a comment on the size of your penis. This whole post I’ve been talking about my experiences with men and the inadequacy of my sexual encounters with them. I would like to take a moment and say that it’s not all their fault. Shocker I know, a woman admitting that men aren’t all to blame for female issues. Do I think they deserve to take some of the responsibility for the fact that most of the women who have sex aren’t having an orgasm? Yes. But are they 100% at fault? No. From about age 12 (is that when guys discover porn? I’m not a guy I don’t know, so I’m guesstimating here) they see women getting off almost instantaneously. In all the porn I’ve seen the man humps her into oblivion and then 5 minutes in she has a screaming orgasm as he busts a nut on her chest. News flash, that isn’t real! I don’t know any women who have had that experience. It goes the same way in movies. I’d like to meet the original director who decided to put that in porn and give him a good smack upside the head. Figuratively, I don’t think you should hit anyone ever, unless it’s consensual, and that is a topic for a whole other post. From an early age men see women getting off from penetration alone and that is factually inaccurate. But I don’t think porn alone is to blame for this. I did a little Googling and on the Men’s Health website they have an article titled “Real Women Share 9 Tips For How to Give Them an Orgasm” it brought a smile to my face to see that a website geared towards men had this article. The first tip is getting to know the clitoris. I cannot express how important this is, you know that episode of SpongeBob where he stands on top of his house and yells “I’m ugly and I’m proud”? I want to do that but yell about how important it is to learn about the clit. Guys insider tip here, the clit is the key to unlocking the female orgasm. Most women require clitoral stimulation to get off, so it makes logical sense to start there. I know very few men that are educated on the clit. So, prepare yourself for a crash course on the vagina. Let’s start simple, where the hell is the clit? When you look at a vagina, which I’m sure most of the guys reading this have, you’ll see the labia majora and minora. For those of you that don’t speak medical, it’s the “lips” calling them that makes my skin crawl but for clarity purposes I will refer to them as such. There are big lips (majora) and small lips (minora). You will also see the vaginal opening, i.e. where you stick your fingers, dick, toys, etcetera, a few centimeters above that, is the clit. You’ve probably heard female masturbation referred to as “flicking the bean”, there’s a reason for that. It’s roughly the size of a bean. And covering said bean is what’s called the clitoral hood, the bit of skin that covers the clit. That is where you want to be. Now, the clit is super sensitive. There are 8,000 nerve endings located there in comparison to the 4,000 that are in the tip of the penis. You know how sensitive your dick is after you cum? Yea imagine having that sensation constantly. The magical thing about the clit is that its only purpose is pleasure. Score one for the ladies. There are hundreds of ways to stimulate the clit, too many for me to go over. But I would recommend starting slow. Most girls don’t want you to rub it like you’re rubbing a magic lamp to summon a fucking genie. Start with small circles that then increase in speed. Change up the direction of how you are rubbing it. Her body language and sounds will usually tell you if what you are doing is good.  Which leads us into the next tip in the article, ask her what she wants, I would also like to throw in paying attention to her body and listening to her. I can’t begin to explain the importance of this. How do you expect to get her off if you have no idea what she wants? Now I know this can be daunting and I know a lot of guys that are worried that if they ask, they will seem like they aren’t confident and don’t know what they’re doing. That isn’t true, I speak from experience here. There is nothing hotter than a man asking me what I like and how he can please me more. Not only does that make me feel important but it makes me want to do the same for him. I talked to a BUNCH of my friends about this and the general consensus was that they got off on the fact that their partner got off. Granted 99% of the people I talked to where men. But the one girl who gave me some insight felt the same way as the men. So, guys, don’t be afraid to speak up, your lady will appreciate it and in turn will more often than not return the favor. So, this ultimately boils down to men being given false expectations and not being educated. I’m not expecting guys to get in a football huddle and talk technique, but maybe you should. Information is king, yea?

Ladies! It’s your turn. We have pretty trumped up expectations as well. A very wise woman once told me that I am responsible for my orgasm, that I shouldn’t rely on someone else to get me off. And she was right. I will be the first to admit it, as frustrated as I have been, it’s my body and my job to make sure that my partner knows how to satisfy me. We have this built in idea that all men should know exactly how to please us, which is stupid because there are a fair number of us that don’t even know how to please ourselves. So, before we go shit talking our partners to our friends, we should probably figure out how to do it ourselves. The beauty of it is, it’s not super difficult. If you’re a lady that has struggled with finding your clit, refer to the section in which I describe to the men where this apparently elusive organ is. Figuring out your clit is a really rewarding endeavor because as I said earlier, its only purpose is pleasure. In the Netflix show “Sex Education” the main character Otis acts as a sex therapist for his classmates. And one of his “clients” tells him that she can’t come with her boyfriend. And he prescribes for her what I am prescribing for you. Masturbate. Figure out what you like so you can relay that to your partner. Not only will it be helpful when you have sex but it’s really fucking fun to do on your own. Take ownership of your body. It’s yours, right? Why not do something good for it. Not only is masturbating a god damn pleasure party but it also has health benefits. You know those gut-wrenching cramps you get when you’re on your period that feel like a fat man in stilettos is standing on your uterus? Yea, masturbating can help with those. In the article Orgasms for a Better Life: The Surprising Benefits of Sexual Pleasure they discuss pain management. When you have an orgasm your brain releases endorphins and corticosteroids that help combat pain. So, whether it’s period cramps or a headache, coming can help. Orgasms are also a natural sleep aid and stress reliever, after you cum your system is flooded with dopamine and oxytocin that initiate feelings of deep relaxation. One more thing, it’s a fucking mood booster. I can’t remember a single time that I was sad after coming. Not one. Those are just some of the recorded health benefits. Ladies, get familiar with your body. You’ll be thanking yourself and so will your partner.

Congratulations, you’ve finished…. the post that is (see what I did there? Got to love puns). As you’ve probably gathered, I’m blunt and brutally honest. I have no qualms talking about things that a lot of people find taboo, awkward, and controversial. And that’s why I love this blog. It starts a dialogue about things we should be talking about anyway. I encourage you to comment your thoughts on this. I won’t be surprised or offended if you comment anonymously, shit I’m writing this anonymously. I really would love to hear your feedback. Also, if you are a friend of mine reading this, which I’m pretty sure almost 100% of the people reading this are, please don’t out my identity. I’ll just delete the comment. And I really don’t want to do that. I’m trying to be as honest as possible, and censorship doesn’t fit into that equation. Thank you so much for reading! I don’t have a set posting schedule yet but when I figure that out, I will let you know. I’m really proud of my work and excited to share it with you! See you soon!

Citations (God adding this feels like doing a high school paper, but it’s important)

·      Mintz, Laurie B. Becoming Cliterate: Why Orgasm Equality Matters--and How to Get It. HarperOne, an Imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, 2018.

·      Beland, Nicole, and Melissa Matthews. “Real Women Share 9 Tips For How to Give Them an Orgasm.” Men's Health, Men's Health, 8 Nov. 2018, www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a19539937/sexual-techniques-for-guaranteed-orgasm/.

·      Donaldson James, Susan. “Female Orgasm May Be Tied to 'Rule of Thumb'.” ABC News, ABC News Network, 4 Sept. 2009, 3:17pm, abcnews.go.com/Health/ReproductiveHealth/sex-study-female-orgasm-eludes-majority-women/story?id=8485289.

·      “Orgasms for a Better Life: The Surprising Benefits of Sexual Pleasure - Sexual Health Center - Everyday Health.” Stroke Center - EverydayHealth.com, Ziff Davis, LLC, 3 June 2013, www.everydayhealth.com/sexual-health-pictures/orgasms-for-a-better-life-the-surprising-benefits-of-sexual-pleasure.aspx.

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Hand Gesture (손짓) Halloween One Shot

Also posted in AFF

Photos not mine. All found in Google. But I created the moodboard

Author: @loeyeolty AU: Canon Genre: Crack with a little Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Multiple EXO members x Multiple OCs Trigger Warning: None Word Count: 2,325

Plot: After Jongdae ends up things with Iseul, the good-looking man with the white mask and black tux didn't seem so bad...

This Oneshot follows the ‘Tear You Apart’ Universe but it’s not necessarily a sequel. It can be read as a standalone. 

"Is this..your autograph?"

"Yes, by now, you could guess who I am."

I squint at the signature on my cast, I rack my brains to recall but "I'm sorry, I don't recognize.."

"Okay, let's make a deal, you can ask questions about me, and I can ask questions about you and Jongdae's breakup."

Mr. Phantom pitches a proposal I can't resist because, with the length of our conversation, I am just dying out of curiosity to know who he is.

"But how do you know that Jongdae and I?"

"Oppa knows everything."

Chohee POV

"Can you tone it down? Iseul is.."

Iseul is a fucking mess. I could barely mouth those words, staring at the disheveled girl shoving avocado ice cream down her throat and covered in snot.

"I just got our costumes from the mail, Iseul will be Regina George, Chohee you be Karen, while I'll be Gretchen because my hair is so big it's full of secrets.."

I made a hand gesture, slitting my hand against my throat towards Hyoeun, hoping that through my telepathic signals, she would shut up.

"You're Karen eonni because your boobs can tell the weather.." she didn't get the message.

"While Jongdae can be Aaron Samuels.." oh fuck Hyoeun said the worst word in this situation.

"JONGDAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Iseul wailed in the same manner as Jongdae's perilous 'ah wae'.

"Why, what's wrong?" Hyo approached the crying heartbroken girl and patted her in reassuring strokes.

"Shit Iseul, I didn't know.."

"That's because you rarely come home here. You practically live in Chanyeol's apartment!" Iseul hissed.

"What! No, I'm just..busy with..work.. you know.." she stuttered. "overtime is a killer."

I do not know how to break this down gently but, I butted in

"Jongdae wrote a song for their next album, about.." I cleared the lump in my throat, "Handjobs."

"You see, this," Iseul stretched out her right hand, in a tiny bandage.

"Ever since I started my new writing job, my carpal tunnel has gotten worse. The doctor explicitly told me to 'avoid all jobs involving your hands.’ "

Hyoeun smirked, seemingly understanding what the doctor meant.

"Doctor also told me to rest my left hand, as it was starting to show symptoms of carpal as well."

Hyo makes a joke, trying to lighten the situation, but failed. "Hmm.. the carpal tunnel of love."

"Iseul has been taking care of her hands for the past 6 months.." I grabbed a scoop of Iseul's ice cream, but she refused to share.

"This has been going on for 6 months? and I was not informed?" How irrational of Hyo.

"Little did I know that while I was taking care of my hands, someone else’s hands were taking care of Jongdae's.." Iseul bawls out again.

"Jongdae showed me the prototype lyrics of 'Sonjit', then I apologized for being a bad girlfriend for the past six months," due to a shortage of tissues,  Iseul found purchase on the next best thing to wipe her runny nose, Hyo's baggy sweater.

"Then he said..he was the one who should apologize because he has needs, and he has sourced out his needs elsewhere.."

"Jongdae's a fucking asshole. Where is he?" Hyo tightens her fist into a ball, ready to run out of the door.

"It's okay Hyo," Iseul pulls Hyo back, pinching her sweater, now covered with snot at the backside. "You haven't heard the worst yet."

"I screamed at him, I wanted to break up. The bitch had the fucking nerve to beg. He told me not to throw away the 4 years we were together, that I overlook this instance of his cheating.."

Iseul's breathing was gradually replaced by rapid pants, and more blows to Hyo's clothing, much to her annoyance.

"I just blacked out, and before I knew it, I had injured my left hand by slamming his door all too hastily and forcefully..hence the new bandage on my left hand."

"Oh Iseul honey, at this rate the only Halloween costume fitting for you would be Samurai X's Shishio Makoto.." Iseul buries herself in Hyo's comforting arms.

"Chanyeol and I are planning a Halloween after party at his place, we should all go, dance, drink, have fun and forget that shit of an asshole Jongdae."

"Chanyeol and you?" I raised my brow at the thought.

"I meant Chanyeol, I'm not involved in the planning whatsoever."

"You're so defensive," I quipped and rummaged through Hyo's Halloween costumes. "They're all pink."

"What if Jongdae's there?" Iseul sniffled.

"I'll make sure he isn't on the guest list." Hyo confidently surmised, wiping off the snot off her hoodie.

"You're in charge of the guest list? So I guess you and Chanyeol are really the hosts?" it's been a year since we caught them and honestly everyone is fucking tired of their secret rendezvous. "Just fucking admit it Hyo, everyone already knows."

Hyo rolls her eyes at me, ignoring my comment. Iseul changes the topic.

"But what about me? I will look like shit in any costume, I'm handicapped as fuck."

"We can fix that." Hyo beamed.

~~~~~

Iseul POV

A Baekhyun dressed in cony pajamas and eye mask greets us and hands us various drinks.

"Chohee!" He squealed. Wherever we go, Hyoeun and I disappear in Baekhyun's eyes, all he sees is Chohee Chohee Chohee.

"You are all dressed in pink, you look pretty tonight!" Baekhyun chugs down a pink-tinged drink, the bitter aftertaste reaches his throat, evident from the sour face he made.

"Thanks, I'm Gretchen Weiners, Chohee is Karen.." Hyo proudly shows off our pink tops and pink micro skirts then whisper something close to Baekhyun. The latter's face lights up, much to the suspense of Chohee and I.

"And you are?" Baekhyun turns to me.

"She's Regina George after she got hit by a bus.." Hyo I am going to fucking kill you.

Hyo deliberately dressed me up with a metal neck and body braces, with both of my hands bandaged.

"oh yeah, I recall she got hit by the bus.." Baekhyun giggled. Despite how embarrassing I looked, at least people recognized me as Regina George.

"Chohee," Baekhyun shoves me and Hyo away, making his way to Chohee. "So I heard your breasts can tell the weather?"

~~~~~

Let's all go to Chanyeol's Halloween Party. It would be fun they said. We'll never leave you alone they said. Of course, they're having fun. Hyo has run off with her iron man, Baekhyun remains captivated by Chohee's weather-predicting breasts. and I’m here stuck in a corner with my handicapped hands.

"I've never seen anyone with much dedication to their costume, even binding their hands in a cast," a guy, clad in a tux with a cape, but his face covered with a mask sits on the bar beside me.

"Oh they're real," I push myself to make conversation. Usually, I'm an introvert, having a boyfriend like Jongdae, you never had a shortage of people around you, but now I'm on my own.

"What? What happened to you Ms. Regina-George -after -the -bus -hit- her?" Mr. Phantom of the Opera grabs my wrists gently and examines them on the bar table.

"How did you know I was Regina George?" I was surprised.

"Someone stuck a sticker on your back, reading those exact words. You have good friends." He chuckled

Hyo..I will get my revenge on you..today..or someday. You'll see. My eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"Don't be so mad over Hyo. Or we can plot revenge over her. One blowjob please," he motions to the bartender.

"Are you a mind reader? who are you?"

"You don't know me Iseul?"

His hand tried to pry off his mask, only to put it back again.

"I'm the Phantom of the Opera."

"It wouldn't be fun if I revealed myself so easily, Iseul." So I see, this guy is trying to play a game. He better be handsome behind that mask or else I'm suing.

"I don't like talking to people who won't even tell me their name, thank you." I wanted to walk away but I realized I could not push myself off the bar stool without external help.

"Are you...trying to ..escape?"

The man laughed at my futile efforts, tears forming beside my eyes.

"Yes, but my hands hurt. I have carpal tunnel due for surgery next week.."

I tried pushing myself down, but to no avail, hearing his gentle chuckles only added fuel to the fire.

"Please stop laughing at my efforts."

"I would say you're so darn cute and pretty right now, only if you weren't Jongdae's girlfriend." He watched me struggle all the more.

"Thanks but complements won't help me get off this chair.."

"No, pls stay Iseul-ssi, I have lots of wisdom to impart to you as the phantom of the opera.."

"We don't have anything in common, I don't even know your name, Mister."

"We both have carpal tunnel."

And at that moment, I stopped trying to escape. Like a pickup line, We both have carpal tunnel, was magic to my ears, gravitating me towards him.

I shimmied back to my seat, "you have my attention now,"

Mr. Phantom was very knowledgeable. He shared with me his knowledge and experience regarding our common illness...oh god is this what understanding feels like? Being with Jongdae for a long time, I have felt his gradual coldness towards me, especially since I started getting sick with my hands and all that.

When I told Jongdae before that my wrists needed rest, all I got in return was a simple "mmm." followed up by a rather disgusting question, "so can you do things with your feet?'

I do not know how my romantic relationship with Jongdae turned into sour and soulless just there for sex relationship. I feel so used.

"Iseul-ssi are you alright?" Mr. Phantom has released my hand back to me, after drunkenly examining it.

"Sorry, I just got trapped in my thoughts," I noticed a not-so-tiny scribble on my left hand.

"Is this..your autograph?"

"Yes, by now, you could guess who I am."

I squint at the signature on my cast, I rack my brains to recall but "I'm sorry, I don't recognize.."

"Okay, let's make a deal, you can ask questions about me, and I can ask questions about you and Jongdae's breakup."

Mr. Phantom pitches a proposal I can't resist because, with the length of our conversation, I am just dying out of curiosity to know who he is.

"But how do you know that Jongdae and I?"

"Oppa knows everything."

We were momentarily distracted when Chanyeol (minus his ironman headgear) takes the DJ stage and starts playing his own mixes, screaming "everybody stand, put your hands up!"

Mr. Phantom follows suit, as well as everyone, leaving me glued to my seat.

Looking at everyone having fun, screaming at the top of their lungs, and all I could think about was how fun it would be if Jongdae were here. But no, he was not the one who has his hands nor heartbroken.

It was then that I realized that Mr. Phantom was looking at me, with concerned eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you could not dance right now."

"No, it's okay, I think I'm not fit to party right now. I think I should head home, You should enjoy the party."

"No, don't go home. You'll be left alone with your thoughts, thinking about your break up over and over."

"It's kinda eerie that you know me so well. I wanna make a wild guess Phantom-ssi... are you Shinee's Jonghyun?"

"I'm actually offended that you thought of me as that.." he scoffed.

"Then... Taemin?" I cocked my head to the side, I honestly have no clue who this man is.

"Grab your friends, grab your lover, grab your dates, today's Hallow's eve, as we countdown to October 31!" Chanyeol growled through his mic.

"Chanyeol's weird, I've never heard of Halloween countdowns before," our eyes met and both of us shrugged in unison.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Baekhyun grab in his arms my friend, Chohee. Hyo was rushing to go to Chanyeol's Dj booth, among other couples, holding onto each other.

"This is rather awkward," my seatmate breathed.

"...Do you want to step out?" He added.

"That's a better suggestion. I'm getting claustrophobic in this party." Mr. Phantom offers his hand, helping you go down the bar stool, and slowly leads you the way out.

"This is better," you find the perfect spot on the rooftop of Chanyeol's apartment. Your companion looks dashing under the moonlight, the autumn breeze blowing thru his cape. You secretly wished the wind would blow away his mask too.

Common sense dictated that it is wrong to share secrets with a stranger, but he didn't seem like one at all. Your blow by blow account of Jongdae's disregard for your health and eventual breakup did not seem to shock him at all.

"You don't seem shocked by what I am saying," you paused and looked at your friend who was drawing comforting circles with his palm across your cold back.

"Because I know everything, I know the girl he cheated on you with. I feel guilty that I had known before but because it was your relationship, the rest of the boys decided to stay mum."

Despite his warm hand on your back, you felt chills run down your spine.

"You're cold," Mr phantom drapes his cape over you.

"So... you're one of EXO?" You gasped. "And who is this girl?"

"Make a guess," a faint smile cracked under his mask.

"Xiumin? Are you Xiumin?"

"Wrong."

"Kyungsoo?"

"Get your thoughts together Iseul, Kyungsoo was staring at us a while ago. He was that grudge kid… Final hint: Iseul I’ve always had a crush on you and I hated the fact that you were Jongdae's girlfriend. You are an awesome girl and.."

"Junmyeon?" Come to think of it. Jongdae rarely took you out with Suho. All of his friends that you’ve known were Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Sometimes Sehun, sometimes Kai. But almost never Suho.

Mr phantom slowly takes off his mask, revealing his impeccable facial features coupled with the smirk on his face

Like gravity, he pulls you in and you lean in as he gives you a soft peck on your lips,

He was slow and gentle enough, measuring if you were ready for more

Junmyeon immediately draws out, but not far enough from you. Your foreheads touching as he pleads

"I'm sorry."

"I'm drunk.." indeed he tasted like sweet liquor.

"It's okay, I'm sober, Junmyeon."

"Can I kiss you Iseul?"

You pull him in closer, stifling your giggles "you just did!"

The first time was a wonder, the second time was deeper.

"I have always found you interesting too but right now, I'm so angry over what happened..." You glance at Junmyeon who looks more handsome without the mask.

"It wasn't your fault Iseul. I guess Jongdae, he was an asshole. He had been stringing Seulgi all along you were dating."

Junmyeon reassuringly places your bandaged hands on his lap.

"And I’m so sorry this happened to you."

"None of this is your fault Junmyeon, I am just glad someone listened to me tonight."

You tried to smile at Junmyeon despite your throbbing aching heart, and he reciprocated with a heartwarming smile too.

"Iseul I still can’t believe he blamed his lack of handjobs to your carpal.. when in fact he has been cheating all along..."

Junmyeon shakes his head. "I am not angry at my friend but I am so disappointed in him."

"Hey my hands may be injured right now but I can still do other things.."

---END---

Y’ALL GIVE LOVE TO @loeyeolty for writing again after being slumped in life and work for months!!! 💖💖💖

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J. Cole - Forest Hills Drive

A journey of trials and tribulations combined with lessons learned is what Jermaine Cole experiences. A vivid picture of each phase of his journey gets depicted beautifully to me. In life, I believe that we all get distracted from different environments and prioritize materialistic things such as social media and use it as our main source of love, mistakenly. In this album, Cole vividly portrays that this should not be the case and instead, we should prioritize non materialistic things such as friends, family, and home to bring happiness. 

First, Cole reiterates the question: “Do you wanna be happy?’’ What he means by happy is to be free and to go chase your dreams to achieve that happiness. Now, he is calling for his audience to do this, however, to me, this is a message to his younger self at the preliminary stages of his rap career as the second track of the album, “January 28th,” is a homage to himself in my opinion. The reason it’s a homage to himself in the initial stages of his rap career is because of the intro of the song, “Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?” being reiterated. This told me that Cole was questioning if he can really make it into the rap scene with his rapping skills. He pays homage to himself by stating that his lyrics can paint a vivid picture in the audience’s head so well that it will cure blindness in a clever hyperbole. To sound braggadocious, he even calls himself a God because he  “... ain’t serve no pies.. slang no dope..don’t bring no lies..” meaning that he “wears a white hat” and he views himself as the almighty above all because of that while his contemporaries in the rap scene do what he does not. Then, Cole brings us back to when he lost his virginity and it turned out that the girl who he lost it with, was also a virgin because throughout the song, it was unclear. This was Cole’s first time experiencing sexual intercourse with a girl that he again vividly paints how the conversation of it started with her asking him if he has had sex before and the aftermath of it, leading up to it as she says, “I can tell you a pro, but baby, be gentle cause I ain’t never did this before.” This is an ideal way to lose your virginity to me because both partners are doing it for the first time. It’s also relatable because losing your virginity at a young age has been apart of the culture of my generation so if you have not done that then there is a subtle notion that you are looked down on, or you might feel left out as for instance, you can be the only kid out of your five friends who haven’t lost their virginity meaning that they share a common experience that you are not apart of thus bringing pressure. The girl who Cole lost his virginity with likely felt that same pressure which is why it was unclear if she has lost at all until the end of the song. Cole even lies to her when she asks if he has had sex before by responding: “Of Course I had sex before” knowing I was stunting’’ and tells me why he lied with the lyric: “But if I told the truth, I knew that I’d get played out son..”

In 2003, Cole graduates from high school, turned 18, and at the same time struggled with his identity. Again, he reiterates, “Who am I?” and in verse two, he follows the crowd as I did in my adolescence. He follows the crowd of drug takers and dealers and asks his drug dealer friend if he could smoke his drugs and it turns out his friend ironically looks up to Cole as he even says “... you everything I wanna be that’s why I fucks with you.”  He idolizes the fact that he’s about to graduate with a degree while he is not and will be instead, selling harder drugs. It seems like to me that Cole’s friend does not want Cole to end up like him because he has the opportunity and the tools to do something bigger and this dialogue gives Cole an epiphany of who he can really be and moves to New York to chase his dream of becoming a rapper since his mom made a genius and he “.. ain’t got’ take it for granted... And show you that I can fly.” The reason why he moves to New York is because it is proclaimed as the city of dreams and it actually is where he went to embark oh is rap career  according to him. The next phase of Cole’s journey he tells the tale of two cities. The song starts out with telling me what his dreams are and that is to be rich. He raps about his aspirations of getting rich, ultimately he is “... tired of seeing’ niggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too nigga.” The “Tale of 2 Cities” is a story Cole talking to his drug dealer friend how he will achieve his “Hollywood dreams”  by going to New York. Next phase of his journey is his when he has made it into the rap scene and says “A lotta niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest...” This tells me that he has honed in his skills and feels very confident about them. I am assuming that this is after the release of his sophomore album, Born Sinner, that was successful. This was about a year before Mackelmore won a Grammy for best rap album thus leading to him rapping how “... white people have snatched the sound...” which I agree with, however, they only do it temporarily and it only happens because they are mainstream. Similar to January 28th, he is being braggadocios with lyrics such as “I’m like that time you bagged a dime and checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing..” He took a leap of faith by following his dreams and it turned out to be very beneficial to him as he reached is destination of being a successful rapper. However, in the outro, Cole ends the song saying that “deep down every poet just wanna be loved..” which tells me that he was processing all what was happening to him, but felt that something was missing which is love.

Following to the next phase, Cole starts “St. Tropez” saying “Roll up and smoke my sins away... She asked me if I’m scared to fly, to tell the truth, I’m terrified...” His previous album is called “Born Sinner” so this was the phase after the album and Cole is still missing something so he is terrified to move on with his career as “He’s on his way to Hollywood.” He is feeling despair and sadness and “Lately, it’s been hard for me to smile.” St. Tropez is comparable to Hollywood because of its attractiveness and richness which Cole is contemplating to go too because of how he is feeling. “Hollywood Cole” is in full fruition in the track, G.O.M.D meaning that he has made up his mind and moved on with his rap career regardless of his feelings. It turns out that more and more people are showing him love and giving him props. This is an example of non materialistic love because it is not authentic. Authentic love is given at your lowest and highest points of life. Also, his friends such as his drug dealer one to turns out to be fake according to Cole as he says that “Niggas is fake, they anime.” My opinion comes from the fact that the only specific person Cole talks about from his hometown was the drug dealer and he played a part in Cole realizing his dreams. However, as what happens to almost everybody who goes “Hollywood,” they change because of their environment and “I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won’t tell nobody” is the lyric that Cole ends the “Bridge” with then Cole saying that he has never experienced love until he has met a girl  during this phase of his journey as she even “... Got me thinking’ bout some kids..” Cole does what every young kid in their 20′s does and that is basically be a “fuck boy” as they are romanticizing with multiple women in a constant cycle because of their immaturity . For instance, he was getting his feet rubbed by a girl at night while at the same time, in a relationship with a girl and he wanted to stay with this girl and even have the audacity to tell his actual girl that he is not coming back home. She stereotypes Cole since he’s “Hollywood” and claims that he can get with any girl which is ironic how he actually did do just that. This makes Cole come up with an ephipany that he wants “... that  Jada and Will Love..” and he does not want a hoe as the girl who was rubbing his feet was because “.. she don’t wanna be saved..” meaning that she did not want to settle down to maintain the “free spirit.” They breakup because she has made him a fool three times and all Cole could do now, is list his regrets of failed relationships because of their shallowness. 

In the following phase, Cole knows what he wants and that is real love so he calls up him his old lover to reconnect with a simple “Hello.” The whole track is just him reminiscing about her and coming to the realization that he misses her. “Shit seems so sad when you look back” is reiterated in the “Bridge” and Cole knows now that what he and her had was real and it is exactly what he wants now. This is the phase where Cole realizes the value of his home and where he came from. Like any good parent, he or she is supposed to support and believe in the child’s dreams no matter what they are in order for their purpose in life to not be weathered. I believe that everyone’s purpose in life is to achieve their dreams to not feel remorseful. Cole is very appreciative of his mother because she is the reason why “I keep my head high, I got my wings to carry me..” as the wings can be a metaphor for her meaning that without her, he wouldn’t be where he is in his rap career. In this appreciation phase of his journey, he now knows that there is “No such thing as a life that’s better than yours.” On this journey, he learns that he wasn’t happy even with all of the materialistic things he had such as money, people giving him props at his highest points, and ironically, he was happy when he was broke because of the materialistic things in his environment that was authentic. The phrase “money talks” comes into play because the people Cole meant who he thought he could depend on to be a real friend or even love such as the one rubbing his feet were only temporary in his life. There are “Fake niggas, mad snakes, Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived” meaning that he knew that he was successful when he was attracting the fairness of people relating to the accumulation of wealth. All that matter to Cole at this point of his journey are the people from his home because they are the ones who truly loved him such as his drug dealer friend who instilled the confidence in him to achieve his dreams. 

In conclusion, Jermaine Cole has came all this way to realize that only one ting matter in life and that is your happiness and nothing else. Cole had to learn this through trial and tribulations through phases of starting his rap career, getting recognition, engulfed in the fame and fortune, being a “fuck boy,” and then realizing his true happiness.  He had to experience real and fake love as he experienced them in two different chapters of his life. How his surroundings treated him in the first chapter was different from the second chapter and they both dictated his emotions at those respective times. Whatever chapter dictated his emotions to be positive was the one that he chose at the end which is why it became valuable to him. 

[survivorkomnata]

Episode #9: "Anyone wanna speak up?" - Zach

they tRIED IT SDLGKDMSKLGM

ok so miguel was voted off 5-4-1 miguel/ME??/luke. the four people who voted me were stephen / ally / jess / luke. thankfully, i could count on the Kato 2.0 people on having my back. we also just made an alliance!!! because FUCK my og alliance with stephen/ally/(and karthik). and I STILL HAVE AN IDOL.

ok i'm just shook. i lowkey thought maybe alyssa was playing me but.. she wasnt. she saved me and i owe her for that. i hope it doesnt really hurt her position in the game but she's by far playing the best i think.

i'm just shook. i'm not mad at anyone. i apologize for how i acted post-tribal but oMGGGfgGgG these BITCHES|!!! it's the game tho, and i hope i can keep on kicking and swinging cuz im gonna fight tooth and nail in this game.

also it's so funny idk why but me saying the last line was ALGKDLSGK i still laugh:

anyone wanna speak up?

(ill give more later im just.. frazzled)

Ummm so about that fucking vote. WTF IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?! WE HAD THE CHANCE OF TAKING OUT A FORMER WINNER AND A PROVEN CHALLENGE BEAST! I'm convinced the IQ of this person who flipped is a -20 because.. that was the stupidest move in the existence of Tumblr Survivor..... and I'm the QUEEN of the House of Stupid Moves. I can declare it.

I'm not 1000% sure right now who it is but I have two guesses.

My first guess is: It was Ally.

Reasons: 1. Ally has admittedly worked with Zach in another Survivor game. 2. She also arguably had the MOST contact out of everyone with Zach all day. 3. She possibly wants to pin this vote on Alyssa to break up any possible alliance between myself/Stephen/ Alyssa. 4. She wants to break up me and Alyssa 5. The group of Karth/Zach/Ally is a thing?

My second guess is: Alyssa Reasons: 1. If Zach left she is the next biggest threat here. 2. She wanted a shield. 3. She's trying to build as many relationships with people as possible to cover her social fucking ass. 4. She hates me and wants to off me and will use Zach to kill me in this game.

I honestly don't even know if my predictions are correct here but... I sort of hope they are and I don't look dumb in the future.

My plan going forward is: to not create a bigger mess that was already created.

XOXOXO Jessip Girl.

I'd also like to add another reason why I think it's Alyssa is because Miguel was one of the people who tried to vote her off.

THANK U

Wow!! An attempted blindside gone wrong. This was really exciting and fun. These are the reasons I play this game for, finally happy to see these happening. A lot of lies and betrayal all of which is understandable but these things has got me pumped up. I am going to play with my emotions and they have triggered me. Time to start playing the game and play it hard. An attack on Zach is an attack on me, so they better be prepared to handle my rage.I feel this was a very good tribal in terms of the game as it makes its future bright and exciting. Luke....what are you doing??? Everything that has come to out of his mouth so far has been a lie. I just cant believe the way he is playing, no where close to what I was expecting from him.

After last night's chaos... my word. I have a feeling Touchy Subjects is going to destroy some people here.

Plot twist: I've heard some recent developments about the flipped vote.

According to Tim it was Luke? Oh? Buddy.... has officially been put on my "Shit List" in this game. You can't sit around and play both "sides" of this game. THAT'S MY JOB.

I'm not too sure how I'm going to break this to Ally. She might not believe me but I KNOW I NEED TO TELL HER.

Also: I still don't get why sooo many people trust Tim. I know Tim doesn't trust me anymore or maybe... not as much as he used to. BUT why did he tell Zach right away about the Miguel vote yesterday? IT ALL SEEMS SO SKETCHY.

Being thrown in the basement has given me an opportunity to reflect on some things in the game. I was kinda flattered to be the winner of both "running the game" categories in Touchy Subjects. Unfortunately, that perception might cause the other players to plan more behind my back. I know from last vote that being in the basement before Tribal Council shouldn't impact things tooooo much for me. Still, I'd rather have the opportunity to talk with people whenever I want.

Speaking of last vote, I tried to blindside Zach! And it didn't happen. The original plan was Miguel, but things got switched up when no one seemed to bite into wanting him out. Ally wanted to get Tim instead, which signaled to me that she obviously didn't have a strong relationship with him. So I had to swoop in and say Zach should go instead because Tim is in one of my many alliances. Honestly I'm beginning to prefer the 4 Elements alliance over AJ's Angels because it's possible Alyssa was the one who flipped, and she's not telling me it was her. But after Touchy Subjects, I think I have a better chance against Karth in the end than I previously thought. He's viewed as inactive, which I personally disagree with, but that perception is very good for me.

Another alliance I'm in is the "Samurais" which I would have liked to call "The Resistance" but Luke had other plans. I honestly just view this alliance as a means to an end. That end being.... getting Zach out, SOON! Hopefully Ally has a case of tunnel-vision with getting Zach out as soon as possible and her/Luke don't suspect a thing when I flip right afterwards.

All of this is contingent on Jess feeling the same way, since flipping on my own wouldn't get me the numbers, which I think she will now that she sees the other players view Karth as being dragged to the end.

I'm still in the basement, so I don't know who the 2 sides are voting for. I doubt Zach sent me down here because he wants me to find an advantage... so I could be a target. I hope Karth and Tim would keep that from happening, and push the vote onto Luke instead. I might prefer to get Jake out just because I don't have a strategic relationship with him, but beggars can't be choosers. It's not like I'm particularly close with Luke anyway.

Ok so sorry for not making confessionals as often as I did before!!  The game has literally been warped based off of the fist merge vote. Zach was targeted by Stephen, Ally, Luke, and JESS. Freaking Jess flipped on me when I thought we were really tight and cool. I played off my frustration with the others in the alliance of the 4 elements as understanding but I made moves. I first formed that allaince but now I formed an allaince of Kato 2.0 minus Miguel ofc. Tonights vote I want to do Luke but lets see. I will talk about challenge results soon as well!!

i won IMMUNITY!!! i'm so blessed because i've been told by two sources (namely tim & alyssa) that i was going to be targeted had i not. so? bless!

regarding what ''subjects'' i won: - would dump rice in the fire [true] - biggest physical player [true] - most likely to have an idol [true] - trust the most [false??] - want to see win at the end [false lol]

so that's interesting. i did a tentative game ranking and originally i put: alyssa > zach > ally > karthik > stephen > jake > jess > tim > luke

but now i'd put: alyssa > ally > karthik > zach=stephen > jake > jess > tim > luke but it's still super tricky to accurately rate because of the multiple factors you could include (threat size, potential to win, potential to go to FTC, allies, etc.). i honestly think my jury management is 0/2 so far, and that i will lose at FTC due to ''not working with people'' even tho i entirely blame others for that :D

now let's talk about the reasonings for voting me (hopefully i haven't spoken about this already): stephen - were worried about a potential idol play/new vote so they voted the "safer option", named zach. --> this kinda throws me off. i think it's realistically the most truthful of the 4 excuses, but it's kinda sad that my name was a ''safe'' vote opposed to someone having my back (because i have tried to work with them and especially like. jess.) ally - felt betrayed by the stephen w. vote and like i ignored her. --> i think this is dumb. firstly, girl, we kno u are STRATEGIC. secondly, i didn't ignore her whatsoever?? i was the closest to flipping imo but i didn't because stephen w. targeted ME? like if she genuinely voted me bc i didnt flip after my name was stephens main target (bar jake) then... sister idk what u want. luke - last minute scramble, didn't think i was getting many votes. --> well this is just false. point, blank and period. jess - that when she offered miguel's name, i was hesitant and freaking out (and that she wanted to be my number one opposed to number two). --> dumb. i told her miguel's name. i said it'd be sad but i'd be down and not willing to stick my neck out for miguel. maybe i came off poorly, sure, but if you truly wanted 2 be my ''number one'' u shouldnt make the vote me but rather someone else.

i'm just peeved.

on top of that, karthik is sooo rude??? like he didn't tell me shit about the basement until i confronted him. LIKE. I SENT AN ENEMY (OF MINE) TO THE BASEMENT AND YOU FAILED TO LET ME KNOW THAT YOU GUESS EVERY 6 HRS OPPOSED TO 24?? LIKE ?? I COULDVE SENT IN A DUCKING FRIEND!! so rude. i honestly am questioning my trust with him more and more through each round.

i also want to talk about someone that's great. JAKE! i love you so much. last confessional i may have doubted you (and, maybe the round before) but i'm extremely appreciative for you in this game and i can't stress enough that i'm just paranoid as duck and worry way more than i should. thank u LOL i trust u a lot now.

but, that's all in the past. let's talk about tonights vote. allegedly, stephen told tim that the target was going to be me, but due to immunity, jake is now the target. this makes a little sense given allys been wanting jake out the absolute MOST, but i feel like it'd be a decoy. don't matter tho xx i'm safe. alyssa is also apparently flipping (or, staying i guess) with our side and voting out luke - who is our sides target. i see logic in voting luke. he'll be the easiest of that side to get out, but on the other hand, he's the least threatening and if i'm going to flip someone, it'll be easier to flip people against ally (best liar, etc.) or stephen (running the game, etc.) opposed to luke (voted out next, don't want 2 see win, etc.). but have it be known that i'd CRAVE idolling out stephen or ally, and i may just do that.

it's still early in the day, and a lot can happen. i'll try* to keep yawls posted. i genuinely trust no one and i'm like at the stage of being sad ): because i don't think i can win and i don't think anyone wants to work with me even though i feel like i've been super social. i am always opened when i play games, and that may be 'snakey' or something but i'm willing to work with ANYONE. but they are not seeing that, and i don't know what to do abt it. maybe they're targeting me for being a threat (as a main reason), and that'd make me content but it feels like i'm one of those "one sided" people and... yeah. i guess only time will tell, but my fatass is in final 8 with an idol and all these birches know that, and i'll just have 2 play around that. good luck to me LOL ALSGKDLSKG

After a shocking touchy feelings, I’m feeling nervous about this tribal. No one is saying anything and I’m honestly feeling like I’m going home tonight. People are telling me I shouldn’t be and I want to believe them but I just don’t know.

ugh I want to save Luke but I cant afford to lose Tim/Jake/Zach's trust so I may have to just follow the groups preferences and vote Luke. I would rather have preferred the target to be Jess/Alyssa as they seem to be playing good games and aren't close to me. I had talked it out with Luke and now I feel like he would be help to my game down the line but dont feel like going over the board to save him.

Luke is voted out 5-4. He becomes the third member of our jury.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Okay this is public. Not for embarrassment but for point.

So I told Hays County "Law Enforcement" they owe me money for what they did to my electronics because they purposely broke them. A while (long time) ago I asked for them to replace them with equal or greater of their value. They refused. So then I decided I can sue and will. #MikeAndrews wanted to get the money from #JesseJames but I know Jesse would not pay and since JP started this shit in the beginning (which he will deny) I said that I would ignore the facts that they tried to murder me and not implicate that anyone but Hays County had anything to do with it. I offered that to JP and forgiveness for it thus if he did pay a substantial amount (not even a half million Dollars. For him it's mere pennies but for me a near billion)

It was the best deal anyone could ever have. I WARNED them if they did not pay then it will bite them ALL in the ass for refusing to settle the matter and in court I will get at least three times the amount and they will go to prison for the attempted murder

For me, I know people will be all fuck it I'm going to jail for life and go crazy on crime. So it saves time and money for the FBI. So they will like me more and I will get more money from them ;) and I won't feel bad. Not like I would but I'll be all ---point--- shut up and quit pinching pennies.

I gave JP until Halloween. But nothing

Then he seemed sorry and Mike Andrews asked for an extension so I said today by noon.

His daughter was excited and was all let's do it!!!! So I gave her until the day before (Wednesday) of Thanksgiving 2017.

So today she wanted to know what her settlement is for.

I explained the core of the previous settlement was for what #HaysCounty and #JPDejoria and supposedly Jesse James did in September with a search warrant obtained under false pretenses (lies)

Dejoria is already paying for her father's sins. So I only want her to have a promisary that she will be good and continue to be (which was attached to the Hays County settlement)

She got tears when I asked her what she wanted it to be for. She said she just wanted help and her soulmate didn't know how to ask except to harrass. And she doesn't want that on her.

Which is why I sent her bills from PayPal. Of course I was mad when I did it. But in the end that was what was going to be. Over time. As time does heal.

And so for her she must pay the bills and the total settlement amount by Wednesday directly before Thanksgiving at noon.

And as for JP & Hays County if the FBI/Prosecutor decides to charge them any way then I will be "forced" to testify on HER behalf.

Alot of people got upset. But to be whole heart, you have to do things that look "ugly" but it is NOT betrayal. I'm WORKING on HER so she's not just forgiven but she's not broken and fixed.

She doesn't know love or loyalty from a "perfectly good" source.

It's such a deep deep act. That yes on the surface people will get angry. I do that shit too. So I get it. It's okay. Which is why were going public.

She doesn't have to do it. She's not being forgiven for rapes. I can't forgive her for that. She didn't rape me. I can only understand her and sympathize with her reasons to be evil and teach her it's not okay and that better things exist in the world.

I'm basically the only person in the world that can do this act for Dejoria.

When God calls. I answer. I bitch about it. Then I do it.

So those angry People. I was There.

So Hays County can still pay the money. Anytime until January 1, 2018 on their own with no help. After that. They're free falling from a plane without a parachute.

As with Dejorias.

I have no sympathy for what they did and they were set up by the FBI to do that act to see if they actually would. And they did. It wasn't entrapment. They were asked to back out multiple times. I AM PISSED.

#AlexisDejoria not so much she has shown unbelievable progress and has and is actually helping me. And she's learning how to be good

So long ago she asked if she could be a Goddess as that is what she wants. I told her yes but I didn't quite believe she had it in her. But she's proving she's at least human with human properties regarding emotions and bla bla bla.

Right now the Star spangled banner is playing on the radio as it is noon.

And I'm sure I haven't received a payment.

But maybe I did

I'll check tonight. And I'm late on more than an occasion. It may be after midnight before I double check. I'll be so excited to get money I won't care it was the am not pm.

But that's only for now.

I'm done being kind.

God will whip me if I'm overly kind

I have to leave now to have my heart checked.

Goodbye.

If I should die, the money goes to my child. The FBI will ensure she gets it.

Thank you.