#ulu's pants

[annemarieyeretzian]

SURREALISM 👁️ love, ur local art mom 🩵

disclaimers and more information under the cut ✂️

hi I’m annemarie and I’m an art historian! not adjuncting for the first time in five years was rly hard for me so I threw some slides together so I could still (sort of) teach the same material as my language of art class but a) I threw these slides together for instagram so space was/is limited and b) language of art is a ten week run through art history so I’m presenting only the most accessible information here – there’s so much more to this art period and to these artists! – please don’t expect it to be comprehensive and please do ask if you have any questions!

oh p.s. my first ever class of art history students came up with the name ‘art mom’ for me at the end of the quarter and yes it does make me cry if I think about it too long thanks so much for asking

[writing-mlm]

hi this is weird but like I’ve been on a avatar kick and just finish legend of Korra and wanted to know if you could do a bolin x Male waterbender who’s best friends with Korea and she encourages it but reader is oblivious to the pinning

Plans without planning

Summary: Bolin has been trying for months to put his big boy pants on, thankfully he has the sand to help him. Pairing: Bolin x Male reader Wc: 1.8k A/n: maktaaq- whale skin and blubber and suaasat— a soup made out of either seal, whale, caribou, or seabird meat

Dressed in soft blues that blow in the soft breeze that seems to live in the Air temple, you peel an orange with an ulu in the same manner Bolin had watched you cut maktaaq countless times before. Eating a slice, you huff while picking at the skin. It’s just not the same. 

A vacation, Korra had promised this would be a vacation. But you couldn’t see water for miles and you refused to eat meat within the temple; something you’re sure Tenzin would approve of but you were sure you were going fruit and vegetables mad. There were only so many times you could eat a salad before you were done with greens for the rest of your life.

“I know right,” Bolin forced a laugh as he sat next to you, running his hands nervously up and down his legs. “Men like us need meat!” He raises a fist, faking being angry. You chuckle, sparing him a glance before looking off towards the clouds. He beams, red dusting his face when you laugh at his joke. 

You think Bolin’s funny. He’s a lot of things, but you like that he’s funny. Coming from a family of sticks in the mud he’s like a breath of fresh air. Not to mention he’s the nice type of funny, he’s never mean with his jokes. He’s also so kind, and gosh, again, coming from a family of sticks in the mud who were hell-bent on making a family of damn near bodybuilders, you’ve never really had someone speak so kindly around— and at— you before. 

Plus, he’s jacked. 

A silence falls over the two of you while you offer him half of your orange. He takes it with a thank you and looks towards the clouds. He gulps and nibbles on it, unsure if he should start a conversation. He probably should, right? He looks at you again, chewing on his bottom lip while trying to think of something to talk about. 

Bolin thinks you’re scary, so his ideal type. He won’t go too into detail about his type because honestly, as long as he thinks the person could absolutely wreck him, he’s going to fall head over heels for him. He likes that you’re a little softie, though. In the confines of rooms, isolated from the rest of the world you’re a bubbly guy. You like his jokes, a whole lot. He remembers one time you didn’t stop laughing until you nearly passed out. 

He’s a naturally chatty guy, he never stops talking really. 

But his mind is running blanks, what could he possibly think to say? You’re so… ugh! And he’s so…eh! Shaking his head, he clears his throat and you start to look at him when the door behind you gets thrown open.

“There you guys are!” Korra shouts and you look behind you while Bolin jumps, shouting that he wasn’t doing anything. You glance at him, a little confused before turning your attention back to Korra. “Oh, was I interrupting anything?” She grins, a hand now on her hip. Her other hand flickers between the two of you and you shake your head, smiling over at Bolin who nearly melts under your gaze. 

“Having a manly talk about eating meat,” You grin, tossing up the orange peel. She catches it and lights it on fire while you roll your eyes. Show off. “Why?” Her eyes widen when she remembers why she’d ventured all the way up there and she smiles, playing with her arm cuff. 

“Oh, Asami wants to go to the beach—“ Your eyes twinkle at the mention of a beach. Water. Glorious, amazing water. 

“Say less, Korra. Let's go!” Jumping over the chair, you rush out to go and change into your swimming trunks while Korra’s gaze slowly shifts to Bolin. She raises her eyebrows and sighs, head resting on the frame of the archway. 

“I know!” He cringes, covering his face. “I’m trying— I am!” He swears, still covering his face. 

“Really? It’s been three days and still you haven’t made a move,” This whole trip was some elaborate plan he’d come up with and begged Korra and the others to go along with. Mako didn’t really care, he tried not to involve himself in his younger brother's love life and Asami was always down to leave the city. 

Korra on the other hand. If the word involved could become a person; it would become her. She’s been telling him all your favorite things, your least favorite things, and ways that would totally get him to win you over. Not to toot her own horn but she’s quite the matchmaker— she got her and Asami to date, after all. 

“I will,” He promises. “Why don’t you guys give us a moment on the beach?” She nods, looking over her shoulder. Just making sure that you aren’t there. 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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“You ever built a sandcastle?” Bolin asks while he’s already knee-deep in sand and you’re letting the waves roll over your legs. You’re enjoying the water like a fish that’s been above the surface for too long. 

“I built plenty of snow castles. Never a sandcastle,” You shake your head, turning your body so you’re fully facing him. He gasps and shakes his hands, unable to contain his excitement. You smile at his excitement, eyes darting down to your sand-covered legs as a crab runs across. You flinch and shoo it away without him noticing. 

“I love sandcastles! You just need a bit of water and a bit of sand and… boom! A masterpiece is born!” He explains. “And it doesn’t just need to be a castle, you can make anything!” 

“Can we make…” You trail, thinking about something. “A snowman?” He nods and you agree, collecting water while he runs to get a bucket. When you look around you find that the others had since walked to the other end of the beach. You can only imagine they’re having another heated conversation. Mako is probably saying something annoying or stupid. Or both. 

When Bolin returns, you drop the water and the two of you start working. They’re very… not great attempts at a sand snowman but Bolin says they’re cute and you’re inclined to agree with him. Eventually, the two of you make an entire army of them, covering a good part of the beach before you both settle in the sand. 

“You got really good,” He notes, looking at the progression of the sculptures. His didn’t. At least by comparison. He was rushing the whole thing and if he was being honest, definitely wasn’t paying attention to anything but you the entire time. 

“Thanks! Yours are nice too,” You raise a hand, pointing lazily at his tilting sand snowmen. “They really capture the feeling of a melting snowman.” At the compliment he beams, red covering his face in a way that isn’t a sunburn. 

“Yeah, because they’re all bleh when they melt!” He laughs, mimicking a snowman dying in the sun when he says bleh. You nod, laughing alongside him. 

When the shared laughter dies down, you look for Korra and the others. It’s been hours since you’ve last seen any of them. Hopefully, they didn’t get into a fight or something. 

“Korra?” Bolin asks, following your line of sight. You nod, pushing hair out of your face as you turn back to him. “They’re probably trying to out-swim each other or something. Korra mentioned she’d be back around sunset!” He lies through several stutters, unable to look you in the eyes. 

But you take his words at face value and nod. 

There’s a silence that falls over the two of you and Bolin runs his hands up and down his sandy legs. Again, he has no idea what to talk about. There are a million topics he possibly could but… he can’t remember any of them right now. 

He looks at you, eyes quite literally sparkling before he sees Korra a distance away. She’s making wild gestures before she huffs and grabs Asami, kissing her before pointing at Bolin and then you. He flushes and looks away with a clearing of his throat. 

“You’re cute in this light,” You smile and he jumps, turning to you with eyes blown as wide as saucer plates. 

“Wha-what?” He asks and you chuckle, looking him up and down with a slow flicker of your eyes. 

“It’s just… you look nice with the sun on you like that.” You shrug, your fingers digging into the sand. 

“You always look nice,” He blurts, sitting on his legs and your eyebrows raise at the sudden burst. 

“Thank you?” He nods, hands moving wildly again as he talks. 

“Like this one time, when you tried out pro-bending, and you made the waterfall over the opposite team and we got disqualified—“ You cringe at the memory but he shakes his head. “It’s okay. But you looked so good doing it. And then when you were sick and I offered to make you soup, you looked nice standing in that blanket.”

“I had snot running down my nose and puffy eyes, Bolin,” You laugh. 

“Well, yeah, but still.” He shrugs. “You’re always cute— handsome— whatever!” He rushes out. 

“I didn’t know you thought that about me,” You admit, sitting up and wiping your hands free of sand. “Is that why Korra kept insisting we shared a bed back at Zaofu? With Suyin?” 

“Maybe,” He meekly nodded, settling back into the sand. He huffs, looking up towards the sky. He guessed this was a good time; probably the only chance he’d get again to actually follow through with his plans. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for five months! But I keep getting all tongue-tied and nervous. And then there was that time with Mako— he ruined the whole thing.”

“Really?” You ask, scratching your cheek. “I would’ve said yes.” You admit, standing up. It’s getting late and you really don’t like the feeling of the wet stand on your legs. 

“Wait really?” He smiles and you nod, looking towards the water and then back at him. 

“I thought you knew, I gave you half of my last suaasat. Not even Korra gets that privilege.” He scrambles up and holds your face for a long moment. His eyes dart between yours and you smile at him.

“Are you going to stare at me or kiss me, Bolin?” You tease and he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. 

“Kiss, definitely kiss.” He leans in, eyes closing and you lean in. Your nose brushes his for just a second before your head tilts a little, pulling him in. Once your lips touch you hear cheering from behind you and laugh while Bolin pulls away, joining in on the cheering. 

Shouting, he picks you up and you cling onto him, not used to people lifting you so high up. 

[katanaflower]

Joyride

Loris x Fem!Reader

Reader goes clubbing with her friends. Guess who she sees at the club???

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Please be kind! I'm so nervous about posting this! Tell me if it's good or bad lmao

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Disclaimers: 

Please properly discuss with your partner or whoever you end up being intimate with about protection and what you’re comfortable with! 

Also, stay safe and hydrated when you go out clubbing!

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Joyride

“Okay, look up.” Jana instructed. You did so as she gently tugged down your lower eyelid, coloring your waterline. 

“This feels like this is in my asshole.” You cringed, trying your hardest not to blink as she finished. 

“I promise you, it doesn’t.” She said before letting go. “Now go ahead and blink for me.” 

You groaned, doing a couple of blinks before she did the other eye. 

“Can confirm.” Ulu added as she continued to fry her hair with her crimper. 

“Ow!” Toni grunted as she tripped trying to pull up her stockings. 

“Okay. ” Jana tilted your head back. “Now the other.” She pulled your other eyelid down. “How about we go over the plan again? We all are….?”

“Wanting my guts rearranged.” You answered without a beat.

“Searching for some good choice vagina.” Ulu responded. 

“Hoping to find my soulmate……or a sugar mama or daddy.” Toni sighed. 

Jana stopped for a moment, blinking. “I was gonna say have some fun, but since we’re getting specific here, not having to pay for any of my drinks tonight.” She finally finished up and handed you her mirror. “Whatchu think?” She started to clean up her work station. 

You had to give it to her, as much as you persisted that tightlining wouldn’t make much of a difference, she ended up being right. It really was the finishing touch to your makeup. 

“Can you let me be right for once?” You pouted, batting your pretty eyes. 

“Crazy how listening to a makeup artist actually pays off.” She scoffed.

“It’ll pay off if it schedules my dick appointment.” You smirked up at her. 

“So the goal is to leave with someone by the end of the night?” Jana clarified. 

“Yes!” You lifted yourself off the floor and went to look through Ulu’s perfume collection. “I think it’s what I deserve.” 

You were finally ready to have fun again after a long six months of recovery from your former situationship. Long story short, he wasn’t willing to commit to you. As much as it hurt, that was the end of that. It was time to have fun again. 

“Grab the purple one.” Ulu offered. 

The problem was that there were five purple colored bottles. 

“Uhhhh.” You looked around, hesitating. “Which purple?” 

“Dark purple.” She turned off her crimper before unplugging it. She still was not specific enough since there were three dark purple bottles. 

“Which one!?” You playfully shrieked, ready just to grab a random one.

“The orchid one!” She mocked you with a smile.

You giggled, picking it up and giving yourself a few good spritz. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

“Because it’s funny.” She winked.

Smiling as you rolled your eyes you went up to the body length mirror, checking over yourself one last time before heading out. 

You were wearing a low cut black halter top with some black dress pants and paired it with some black booties. Was it original? No. Was it classy? Maybe? Was it comfortable? Yes. Besides, you knew no one was really going to be paying attention to your outfit. They were going to be paying attention to you. 

“Well, since you’re not coming home tonight, you’re not allowed to get drunk.” Toni reminded you. “So I’ll be your gal pal tonight.” She signed the word ‘babe’ to you. 

“You just want to be nosy and judge all the guys I’m gonna be scoping out for.” You called her out, scrunching your nose at her. 

“Because I’m one of three of your wing women.” She scrunched her nose back as she justified herself, zipping up her boots. 

“Okay! Group picture!” Jana called out, setting up the timer. 

The four of you started checking one another, making sure everything looked good. 

“Do my edges look even?” Jana asked Toni. 

“As even as my titties.” She replied. “Did you borrow my gel?” 

“Yeah, you were right. They’re not gonna move.” 

“Do you think my earrings look good with my outfit?” Ulu asked you. 

“Uhhhh.” Ulu had multiple piercings on both of ears. 

“The beaded ones.” She clarified. 

“Yes!” You answered. “Your mom made these, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed proudly. 

“Hurry! Five seconds!” Jana alerted everyone. 

Everyone quickly rushed in front of the camera, making sure to pose tightly together before the camera flashed. After many poses and pictures, Toni pointed to her wrist. 

“My bracelet is turned on!” Toni started. 

“Samesies!” Ulu seconded. 

“Got it!” Jana joined. 

“Ready!” You finished, turning on your emergency bracelet. 

The bracelet was designed and made by Toni. Its sole purpose was to notify other synced up bracelets when in trouble. When switched to SOS it would send the other bracelets the coordinates of the person’s location and a quick voice recording for confirmation.  

It was still in the testing stage but if proved to be successful Toni was going to launch it. One day it’ll be available to hundreds of people who want to go out and have fun safely at a cheap price. She made all of you so proud. 

“Alright! Let’s move it!” Jana called out at the doorway.

You all then headed out the door, into the night, making way for the club. 

-

As you all were waiting in line to enter “Dominari” Toni linked her arm with yours, leaning in. 

“Keep an eye out for anyone that looks like they got money but also have a soul.” She whispered.

“I thought you were also looking for your soulmate?” You asked. 

“Which is why I said that they have to look like they have a soul. Besides, can they not be both my money giver and my soulmate?” She inquired. 

“Any icks to look out for?” You asked, avoiding answering her question.  

“They need to have most of their teeth.” She replied plainly. 

“Most?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “What kind of people have you been messing around with?” 

“People with most of their teeth.” She explained. “I have standards, you know. There is a bar and it has been set.” 

“Hey,” Jana leaned in between the two of you whispering. “Just got word that there’s a few pit fighters in tonight. So if that’s something either of you are looking for, keep an eye out.” 

“I don’t go to those.” You admitted, the line started to move up. 

“Just be on the lookout for people that are well built.” Ulu hissed. “But more importantly, keep an out for the Vi. She’s one of the best in the ring right now.” 

“Why? Also, since when have you been going to pit fights?” You turned back to look at her. 

She didn’t have a chance to answer since the bouncer let the four of you in. 

A chill went over you as you walked inside, the music pounding, the lights flashing, and all the people crowding around the dance floor. It all flooded your senses, reassuring you that you did deserve to have fun. 

“Before we split, let's do a quick shot and dance!” Jana suggested over the loud music. 

You all agreed, heading over to the bar.

Ulu and Jana ordered since they had the best social skills while you and Toni waited, patiently, watching everyone dance. Your eyes searching the crowd for anyone that resonated with you. They were all just a blur of faces under the strobe lights.

Most of your past flames were found in a cafe, or in a bookstore. It wasn’t until recently that you were picking up guys from clubs/bars. Either way, it didn’t matter in the end where you found those guys. They were all shit, anyway. Treated you like shit. Made you feel like shit. It was all shit. Because your taste in men was shit. 

Jana nudged you, “Are you okay!?” She yelled over the music. 

You nodded your head. 

“I know you’re eager to move on, but don’t get your hopes up if you don’t find someone tonight!” 

You smiled, lightly headbutting her with an ‘okay, thank you’. 

Even though your taste in men was shit, that didn’t mean the night was gonna be. You were here to have fun. So you weren’t going to take anything too seriously….at least try not to take anything so seriously. Cause if you didn’t find anyone, at least you looked hot and felt like it. You would be damned if you allowed another man to make you feel otherwise. 

A chill ran up your spine, bringing you back to your surroundings. That’s when the bartender brought out the shots. 

“A shot for good luck!” Ulu called out, giving out the drinks. 

The four of you clinked your glasses before downing it. The warmth of the drink went down your throat, but only warmed you up temporarily. 

“Alright ladies!” Ulu shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Toni to spin you around, the air giving you goosebumps. “Let’s fucking goooo!” She sang out, making you squeal with laughter as she led you out into the dancefloor. 

The four of you danced together, hyping each other up, making sure not to let any creeps or hecklers interrupt your girl time. You truly loved these girls, they were more than just your friends, they were your sisters. They made you aware that you were in the ‘best years of your life’. However, you also knew that as long as you had them, you would always be living the best years of your life. 

You all were having the time of your lives to the point where you almost forgot your personal mission: finding someone to bang. 

When it was time to split you made sure to stick closely to Toni. Ulu and Jana stayed behind, they continued to dance, vibing with a few people on the dancefloor. 

Both you and Toni moved across the dancefloor, but continued to dance. You even invited a few other ladies, who just simply wanted to dance, tag along with the two of you. Just girls being girls. All of you being dancing queens. 

Eventually, you would have thought that with all the dancing you would be a little hot, but in fact you were still feeling a little chilly. Even when you pulled out your best ‘nasty’ moves, you were still cold. 

“You good!?” Toni asked, hands holding yours as the two of you vibed with the music. 

“Yeah, just a little cold!” You replied.

She giggled, gesturing down with her eyes. “Yeah, I could tell!” 

Your eyes followed hers as you discovered your nipples being very visible through your top. 

“Gods!” You hugged your boobs. “I’m surprised I haven’t poked anyone’s eyes out!” You both laughed.

 “Wanna go get a drink!?” She offered, gesturing to the bar with her head. 

“Yeah!” Just as you glanced at the bar, that's when someone caught your eyes. 

You did a double take at a man that you could have sworn you made up in your mind. After a few blinks, you confirmed this man was indeed real. You stopped Toni from walking over to the bar. 

“Oh, oh, OH!” You gasped, taking him in.

He was leaning on the bar, chatting with what looked like a friend. Urgently, you tugged on Toni’s arm, grabbing her attention from all the commotion on the dancefloor to the bar.

“What?” She shouted as she signed over the loud music, looking around frantically, trying to find where your eyes were glued. 

You turned her head in the direction of the man you were eyeing, carefully watching her expression. She then scrunched her nose. 

“No, I like my guys more pathetic looking. You know, the ones with the wet dog eyes.” She politely explained. 

You couldn’t help but laugh before telling her, “Not for you!” 

“Ohhhh!” She then looked over at him again. “Oooooh, yeah, this is right up your alley. Although,” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “This is the type you fantasize about, but never actually go after.” 

She didn’t have to call you out like that, but she was right. This man was tall, muscular, a little older looking, and looked like he knew how to make a woman cum.

“I like to give chances.” You tried to explain. 

“You don’t need to do charity.” She bumped her hip into yours. “Go after what you want!” 

You continued to watch him. You watched how he and his friend-you were hoping she was just his friend, were talking to one another at the bar. Neither making their way to the dance floor.

“Go talk to him!” Toni nudged you with her elbow. 

“I don’t know, maybe it’s too early?” Maybe it was still too soon to be approaching anyone.

“But what if it becomes too late?” She replied. 

She had a point. He was not ugly by any means. Sooner or later someone would be taking the bait and trying their luck. 

“What if he rambles? Mansplains about shit I don’t care about?” You started to doubt outloud. 

“Then just tune him out, that’s what I do.” Toni laughed off. 

“You shut off your hearing aids, that’s not the same thing!” You laughed. 

She then nudged you again in his direction. 

“What if they’re together!?” You finally asked. 

She gave you a look that you could only describe as ‘bitch, no’. She gave you one final nudge. “Go for it, babe! I’ll keep an eye out!”

“Thank you!” You signed to her. 

Funny enough, as you were making your way over, the guy you were eyeing walked off but his companion did not. So you made your way over to her, hopeful to get some answers and reassurances. 

You parked yourself right beside the woman that was wearing more black than you. She didn’t even acknowledge you, only drinking from her cup. You figured she wasn’t going to look at you, so you had to start. 

“Hey pretty I-”

“Not interested.” She immediately interrupted. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m not here to flirt or mess around.” She clarified. 

“Oh, that’s not why I came over-” You tried to clarify. 

“I don’t want to sign any autographs either.” She scoffed with irritation.

“What?” You blinked even more confused now. “That’s not why I’m here.” 

She finally looked over at you, making you feel very small as she eyed you up and down. 

“Then what the fuck do you want?” She demanded. 

“I wanted to make sure that the guy that was just here wasn’t your man.” You nervously admitted to her. 

“Loris?” She cringed. “He’s a friend. Also, not my type.” 

“Gotcha.” You chuckled with relief. So, that was his name. “I just wanted to make sure.” You explained.

“You’re good. He’ll be back in a sec.” 

“Cool, okay. Well, can you at least give me something to work with?” You started. 

She then mean mugged you. “Like what?” 

“Like what’s your name? Is Loris even willing to talk?” 

“Vi.” Oh. She’s the pit fighter Ulu mentioned. 

You then introduced yourself. She only drank from her cup, not really acknowledging you. 

“Sure, he’ll talk with you.” She bitterly stated.

Maybe it was because you didn’t have anyone else there to back you up or reassure you, but you were beginning to have doubts. Maybe it was best if you took your ass right back to the dancefloor? 

“I’m not stepping on any toes, am I?” You wanted to make sure you weren’t crossing any lines or disrupting anything in motion. 

“No. Relax. I’m not a bitch, okay?” She replied calmly. 

“I don’t think you are,” You started, “But I don’t know you or what you’re about.” You admitted with a shrug. “So help me out here.”

The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. With a big sigh, and roll of her eyes, she gave in. 

“Alright, fair enough. What do you want to know?” You couldn’t help but smile with relief. 

“He’s not currently with anyone, right?” You just wanted to be sure.

She didn’t even hesitate. “No. Next?” 

Good start. 

“Please tell me he isn’t an insufferable know it all, that's gonna be teaching me stuff I don’t want to know about.” You began with a wince. 

For some reason, men loved to ‘teach’ you things you didn’t need to know or already had knowledge about. It’s not like you didn’t love to learn because you did. Learning is fun. It’s just that particularly with men, they had a tendency to think you had never experienced anything ever before. So when you tried to explain to them otherwise they always told you in some way or in another that you were wrong and that they were right. 

“No. Loris is more of a listener.” 

Nice. 

You managed to ask a couple of more questions before she started to get irritated again. 

“Look, I get that you’re nervous and all but what was your game plan if I didn’t know jackshit about him?” 

You blinked, shrugging. 

“Maybe just wing it? Or maybe crack a couple of jokes and hope for the best?” You sheepishly admitted. 

“Wait a min-oh no!” It suddenly hit you. “Am I doing the most!?” You started to panic.

“Yes! Gods, can you just-” She then flagged down the bartender, ordering a couple of shots. “Quit looking like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re gonna jump into the ceiling like a damn cat.” 

“Oh don’t say that.” You groaned. 

You weren’t sure why, but without fail, you had earned plenty of nicknames that were ‘cat’ influenced. You didn’t even look like a cat!

“Your eyes are practically the size of saucers. Did you take anything before coming here?” She asked in both irritation while laughing. 

“No!” You sighed with the shake of your head. “Why is it always cats?”

“What’s wrong with that? Cats can be….cute, I guess?” She offered. 

“Yeah but I always get the weirdest nicknames. Not the cute ones.” 

“Like?” She asked as the bartender came back with a couple of shots. 

You tipped the bartender, making sure he walked away before answering. 

“Pocket Pussy.” You stated. 

She was about to finish her own drink but choked when you said that, spitting it up.

“Oh shit!” You got on your tiptoes, grabbing a couple of napkins nearby and started to clean her up. 

That was bad timing on your part. 

“I’m so sorry!” You hurried, wanting to avoid confrontation. 

She then started laughing, letting you help her. 

“What the fuck!?” She said in between coughs. “Who calls you that!?!” 

“My neighbor.” You started to explain. “She’s a big time cat lady and has at least seven cats.” 

To be fair, this particular neighbor wasn’t difficult, or a bad neighbor. Sure, every once in awhile one of her cats would slip into your apartment but other than that she was cool. She honestly was kind of kooky while also elegant. She uses pet names for everyone, and for whatever reason, her pet name for you is ‘pocket pussy’. 

When she finally got back her bearings she slid one of the shots over to you. 

“What’s crazy is that even though she’s a cat lady, she’s not even old! I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid fifties.”

“Look, will you please shut up for a second and take this shot to chill the fuck out?” 

“Sure okay!” You then downed it, taking a few seconds to breathe. “Do I seem chill now?” 

She took her shot, rolling her eyes at you before swallowing. 

“Sure.” 

That’s when you heard someone yell your name. You glanced around, wondering if it was one of the girls or if you were just hearing things. But when you heard it again you knew it wasn’t the alcohol getting to you. That’s when you saw a familiar face in the crowd. 

In all her glory, there she was wearing a royal green sparkly jumpsuit, silver platforms and curls for days. She was being followed around by a bunch of people, leading them up the stairs to the second level of the club. She called out your name again, giving you a miss congeniality wave, now drawing Vi’s attention. 

“Who the hell is that?” She grumbled, making eye contact with possibly the bartender and signalling him to come back over.

“Hello, my Pocket Pussy!” She called out with a smile. You awkwardly waved back at her. 

“My neighbor.” Not even trying to hide the cringe in your tone. 

“Your neigh-wait-you weren’t kidding?!” She looked back at where your neighbor was and then back to you. 

“You thought I was kidding!?” You shrieked in disbelief. 

“I thought you were trying to be cute and quirky.” She admitted with a shrug. 

“If I was trying to be cute and quirky I wouldn’t have told you that one of my nicknames is Pocket Pussy!” Your voice cracked. “I would have told you a less vulgar one, like ‘Toe Beans’....or ‘Loaf’.” 

She snorted, shaking her head as her eyes glanced up behind you. 

“What?” You turned your head, expecting to see the bartender but instead found the man of the hour….standing right behind you.

A little part of you shriveled up and died. How long had he been there? Also why was he so big? He was probably the biggest man you ever went after. How the fuck did you not hear him come up behind you?

“Making friends?” He asked the pit fighter next to you. 

“Yeah, right.” She got off her chair, patting you roughly on the shoulder almost making you keel over. “Good luck.” She made her way onto the dancefloor, leaving you alone with him. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Hi!” You nervously began, mind racing, heart pounding. He casually nodded at you, taking a sip from the drink in his hand before setting it back down. 

“She’s real sweet.” You gestured to where Vi had been. 

“Sweet?” He raised a brow, eyes looking over you. 

“Okay,” You sighed, “Not exactly sweet, but she is nice for helping me out.” You admitted, fully taking him in. “Got a name, big guy?” You smiled up at him, batting your eyes.

He smiled back at you, so bright you almost averted your eyes in shyness. The warmth radiating off of him was crazy, shining on you like a beacon of hope and safety. You didn’t feel so cold anymore. 

After introductions the two of you started to talk. 

You had learned that he was from Bilgewater, basically grew up on the water and had eventually made his way over to Zaun. He made sure to ask about you, not wanting to go on and on about himself. Not once did he make you think he wasn’t paying attention and he had no problem asking for clarification if there was something he wasn’t sure about. 

As the two of you talked you noticed how good his eye contact was. How his eyes looked at you and was watching your body language, almost like he was trained to do so. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable though. If anything, it kind of comforted you in a way. He was actually listening to you, engaging in conversation, not trying to talk over you, and wasn’t staring at your titties. The bar of expectations was literally in hell.  

“Take a shot with me!” You suggested, looking for the bartender, who was currently tending to someone else. 

Loris leaned into you, “I got it.” Gently patting your hand. When the bartender came he ordered for the two of you. “And a water for her.” 

“Oh?” You smirked up at him. “Such a gentleman.”

“You’re a lightweight honey, you need to stay hydrated.” 

You playfully gasped.

“I am not a lightweight!” He raised an eyebrow, not saying anything. “Okay! Maybe I am but I did eat a whole meal before coming here!” You said defensively. 

“Still need to drink water in between drinks.” 

“He’s right.” The bartender slid the drinks over. “Also makes my job a little easier.” 

“Then I’ll make sure to drink my water…..after I take this shot.” You got on your tiptoes, reaching for your shot and water, pulling it towards you. 

“Cheers!” You clinked your glasses together, some of the whiskey leaking from the sides since it was filled to the brim. You watched as he downed it like water. As you were trying to catch up with him someone backed into you, causing you to spill some of it on you. 

“Hey, watch it!” Loris called out to whoever bumped into you as he protectively wrapped an arm around you. 

It was running off your chin, passed your neck and down your chest. 

Getting on your tiptoes again you reached for a napkin, feeling the liquid slip under your top, into your cleavage. You felt his eyes on you, watching you clean yourself up. You would be lying if you said you didn’t purposely put on a show, pulling down your top, revealing just a little more skin as you dabbed yourself dry. 

Because he was so big his arm easily went around you, his hand, his huge fucking hand, comfortably on the bar, gripping the edge. He asked you if you were okay, eyes still watching you. 

“It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy.” You giggled, still dabbing.

“I’ll try to remember that.” He replied, arm still around you. 

“You should.” You crumpled up the napkin, tossing it on the bar as you looked up at him. “It might be useful later.” You winked with an innocent smile.

The second those words left your mouth you felt so powerful, holy shit. 

His wide eyes and slack jaw quickly changed to a smirk. His hand let go of the edge, slowly sliding its way up your arm. His gentle touch warmed you up as he very slowly dragged his hand across the middle of your back, through your hair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned on the bar. 

Gods, you wanted, needed him to touch you again. 

“Drink your water.” 

-

“Let’s go dance!” You tugged on his arm. 

“You go on, I’ll watch your water.” He gestured to your glass. 

You grabbed your cup, finishing it before slamming it back down. “Now come on!” You grabbed his forearm, ready to pull.

“Now who’s gonna watch my drink?” He joked with a chuckle. 

Not wanting to push him and also saving yourself from any possible ‘icks’, since he may be a horrible dancer,  you gave in. 

“Fine! Stay here then. But I need a kiss for good luck!” You got on your tiptoes, tapping on your cheek as you presented it for him. 

He chuckled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek. Your heart picked up as your face felt warm. He actually did it. 

“Don’t go anywhere!” You called out to him before making your way over to Toni. 

“Toni!!!” You squealed as you made your way towards her. 

“I’ve been watching! You’re doing the thing, babe!” She squealed, the two of you grabbed each other's  hands and started dancing. 

“After this song, let's go to the restroom! I gotta break the seal.” She mentioned.

As the two of you continued to dance to the song a few guys started making their way towards you both, dancing and smirking. As they inched closer both you and Toni gave each other the ‘look’. Ew, no. Let’s move somewhere else. 

The two of you moved away, trying to be casual about it but one of them made his way behind you. Toni quickly spun you away, ignoring him as he tried to talk. But he just all together stopped dancing and leaned in to say something to you, asking what to call you. You shook your head, telling him ‘no thank you’ and pulled Toni to the restroom since he ruined the song. 

You waved at Loris, mouthing ‘restroom’ as you linked arms with Toni. He gave you a nod as he watched the two of you walk inside. 

“That pissed me off.” Toni admitted, the two of you headed toward the stalls. 

She made her way inside one while you held the door closed as she did her business. 

“What did he even say?” She asked. 

“I don’t even know, I think he was asking for my name.” You rolled your eyes. 

“He clearly saw us moving away-him and his friends! And he still tried.” The toilet flushed. 

You then switched places with her, needing to relieve yourself too. 

“I know! Men can be the worst sometimes.” You complained. 

“Speaking of men, how’s that big strong man you’ve been chit chatting with?” 

“Oh! He’s sooo easy to talk to!” You finished up, the two of you walking to the sinks. 

She started to take off a couple of her ‘cheap’ rings as she beckoned for you to continue. “What’s his name? And easy to talk to, huh?” 

“His name is Loris. And yes! He actually listens to what I’m saying and knows how to keep the conversation flowing!” You gushed, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling as you both washed your hands. 

“He’s really sweet too! He made me drink water before getting back out on the dance floor.” 

“Awww, that’s cute! So whatchu thinking? You two leaving together???” She fixed and pinched her false lashes. 

“We may…” You couldn’t stop smiling. 

A girl passing by tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey cutie! Can you tell that I’m wearing a pad?” She asked before turning around to let you look. Not an outline in sight.

No! You’re good.” You reassured her. 

“Perfect. Thanks sweetie!” She went on her way. 

“Well, let me know if and when you think you’re gonna head out.” The two of you walked out, eyeing the bar. You saw Vi had returned, talking to Loris. 

“Oh, hey, that’s the pitfight-” 

“Shit, I forgot my rings!” Toni blurted. “Be back in like two seconds!” You giggled as she ran back inside. 

You were about to go back in to follow when someone suddenly grabbed your arm. 

“Hey, I never got that name, hot stuff.” You turned and saw the guy from earlier, holding your arm. The fucking audacity. 

“No, thank you!” You pulled your arm back. 

“Well, can I buy you and your friend a drink?” His friends were off to the side, creepily watching with gross smiles. 

“No! Bye!” Your frustration started to turn into anger. Why couldn’t he just fuck off?

Wanting to just get away you turned, about to run in the restroom when he grabbed your arm again. He scratches you with his nails, getting some of your hair caught in his hold. The anger you had then turned into panic as you looked back at him. 

“Hey! Why don’t-” He didn’t have time to finish, Loris grabbed his wrist, making him let go of you with a shriek. 

You hugged your arm to your chest, heart racing, processing that he let go and Loris was there. 

“She said no.” Loris growled down at him, his grip visibly tightening. 

The color in whatever the fuck his name’s face paled, he glanced over to where his friends were but they pretended to be looking somewhere else. His eyes then glanced over at you, brows furrowing. 

“Don’t look at her!” He lifted his arm up, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “Look at me!” You could see the tendons in Loris’ neck start to flex. 

“Found them!” Toni came back, stopping when she realized something was going on. “Wha…?” She breathed out. 

Loris stared down at the guy, who looked like he was about to piss himself, before finally letting him go with a shove. The loser turned red, quickly making his way back to his friends who were trying to leave the scene.

“Wh-what happened!?” Toni hugged you, eyeing your arm. 

“Nothing, I’m okay!” You quickly reassured her with a shaky voice, trying your best to smile. She could tell that you were freaked out so she had Loris walk with the two of you back to the bar. 

“Fucking creep.” She cursed with the shake of her head. 

Loris pulled out a chair for you, right next to Vi, asking the bartender for some water. Toni helped you up since the chair was a little high and suddenly gasped. 

“You’re swelling up!” Alerting everyone else. 

Sure enough, thanks to your sensitive skin, the scratches were welling up quickly. When you tried to cover it up your skin burned.

“I’m fine!” Embarrassment laced in your words.. 

“Here, let me see.” Vi calmly offered next to Toni. 

You could feel Loris staring at you the entire time as Vi and Toni looked over your arm. When the bartender came back with the water you heard Loris ask for some ice. 

“You guys, I’m okay!” You tried to reassure everyone. “Relax! Someone please get me a shot.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

You noticed Vi looking up at Loris, the two of them staring at one another, having a silent conversation. Vi then leaned over the bar, speaking to the bartender, not letting you hear what they were saying. 

‘Do you want to go home?’ Toni signed to you. You quickly shook your head, signing back ‘I’m good, don’t worry’. She didn’t seem convinced, eyeing up at Loris who had his hands protectively on the back of your chair. 

“If you want to leave I can walk you both home.” He gently offered. 

You then sat up straight, putting on your serious face. 

“I came here to drink, dance, and have fun.” You huffed. “And I don’t plan on letting some asshole ruin that for me!” The bartender came back, sliding over waters and ice. 

“Be back.” Vi quickly left, making Loris do a double take. 

“Hold on, honey.” He gently tapped your chair before going after Vi.  

“What’s going on?” Toni asked as you both watched them disappear into the crowd.

“Company policy.” The bartender replied, handing you some ice wrapped in a cold rag. “Anything else? It’s on the house.” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice. 

“A shot of whiskey please!” You ordered. 

“Make that two, please!” Toni added. 

-

“Okay, but that was hot.” Toni admitted as you both waited for Vi and Loris to come back.

“See! I told you he’s sweet.” You beamed.

Her smile faded, brows pinched together with worry as she placed her hand over yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes watched as you held the rag on your arm. 

That’s when the shots came in. Perfect timing.

“Yes! Now shut up and drink with me!” You handed her the glass before clinking it together. 

“Cheers, babe!” She shouted before downing it. 

You mirrored her, wanting to keep the fun going. 

“We should have gotten a chaser!” She stuck out her tongue, cringing. 

Loris and Vi appeared in the crowd again, heading towards the two of you. 

“What do you think they did?” She leaned into you. 

Your eyes quickly went over the two of them, both seemed to be fine, not scuffed up, no blood on either of them. Although the look on Loris’ face told you he was still upset. 

“I’d rather not.” You admitted as they returned. 

“How’s your arm?” Vi asked, signalling the bartender to fill up her empty cup. 

You reached for Loris, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned into him. You still felt icky about the whole thing so you needed some sort of security blanket to calm your nerves. So of course you grabbed Loris. His hand held your shoulder, thumb rubbing into your skin, not shying away or embarrassed to comfort you. 

“Can’t even feel it.” That was a lie, it felt spicy still, but you weren’t a baby. 

“Oh, this is Toni!” You started introductions. “Toni this is Loris and Vi.” 

“One hell of a way to meet someone.” Toni joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Someone shouted for Toni, stealing away her attention. The people she was dancing with earlier beckoned for her to return to the dance floor. 

Before she could even tell them ‘no’ you cut her off. 

“Toni, go dance!” You encouraged her. 

“But, what about-”

“I’m literally fine!” You reassured her with a smile. 

You knew she would be unsure but you were fine. You signed ‘go dance’ while gesturing to the crowd of people. 

She then looked up at Loris. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“You have my word.” He promised, gently squeezing your upper arm and your heart.

“I’ll be back after a few songs! Don’t go to the restroom without me!” She called out, rushing back to dance. 

“Wouldn’t you rather go out there and join her?” He asked, thumb still rubbing into your skin.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here with you.” You beamed up at him. 

“You guys are gonna make me puke.” Vi groaned, swishing her drink with irritation before taking a swig. 

“Sorry!” You blurted out to her. “But also,” You glanced up at him before looking back at her, “You knew what I was about.” 

She pointed at you, about to say something but then folded her finger back into her hand, head nodding and then shaking with irritation. 

“Fine. Still gross.” She grumbled, taking a swig of her drink. “Just know that the first time I met this guy he was asleep on the side of the road.” 

“Huh?” You cocked your head in confusion as he pulled you closer, tighter, against him. 

“Kidding!” She quickly added. “Just giving you a hard time, Loris.” 

He signaled for the bartender, ordering water for her. 

“Loosen up! You got the girl, right?….” She stopped, chugging the rest of her drink. 

Ignoring her comment he leaned down into your ear, “You okay?” 

You looked up, nodding your head while smiling to reassure him. 

“I’m okay! Everything’s okay!” You said a little too eagerly. 

You could tell on his face that he didn’t really believe you, but he didn’t push it. 

-

After some playful flirting and lots of chatting, a body came flying toward you, arms wrapping around you into a crushing embrace. 

“BAAAAAAAAAABE!” Toni shouted over the music.

“Guess what!” She pulled back, grinning ear to ear. 

“What?” You giggled as she began to sway you to the music. 

“Ulu just got us an invite to the second level!”

“She what!?” You weren’t sure if she was kidding or not. 

“Your friends here can join in but we gotta go!” She offered, giving them both a smile. 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes! Now come on, I’ll be waiting for you by the stairs.” She then took off. 

“You guys wanna come?” You asked the two of them.

“I’ll pass.” Vi started gruffly. “Second level is loaded with other pit fighters and I’m not in the mood to hang around a bunch of sore losers.” 

Damn. 

“What about you?” You asked Loris. 

His eyes then went over to Vi. The two of them stared at each other, having another silent conversation. 

“Vi.” He stated. 

“Don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I’m not going up there.” 

“That’s not what I was going to say.” 

“I won’t cause any trouble!” She grumbled, before she started chugging her drink. 

You didn’t know Vi well enough but you figured she had a history of stirring up trouble in public places. Especially with the way she was downing whatever was in her cup. 

“Go have fun.” Her tone sounded bitter. 

The bartender came over, checking in, giving Loris the chance to pay for all the drinks the two of you ordered. 

“You sure you won’t come?” You offered her one last time. 

“I’m fine. Go.” She waved you off. 

A little bummed out but you didn’t want to nag her. She clearly made up her mind and you weren’t gonna change it. You quickly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you for your help, pretty!” You thanked her, genuinely meaning it.

“Whatever.” She brushed off, cheeks blushing. “Fuck off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Loris. “Come on, big guy.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your fun.”

“You won’t! Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easily.” You hugged his arm, batting your lashes with an innocent smile. “Pleeeease!”

He smiled. 

“Alright, but you still need to drink water.” He gave in. “Any other requests?” He offered.

An idea popped into your head. 

“Yes! You have to hold onto this for me, okay?” 

You put your hand in your pocket, pretending to feel around before pulling it out closed in a fist. 

“Here, hold this and don’t let go of it.” You offered your hand to him. 

He stuck his hand out, palm up, waiting for you to drop whatever you were holding. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hand in his, lacing your fingers in between his with a giggle. Deep from his diaphragm a laugh rumbled through him as he realized your trick.

You hopped off the chair, giggling, proud of yourself.

“Oh my fucking gods-GO you two!” Vi groaned in irritation. 

The two of you were laughing, squeezing between the crowds of people, holding hands, heading towards the stairs and meeting up with Toni. 

-

The second level was no joke. The ground level was fun. There were strobe lights, glow and the dark paint splatters along the walls and floor, tables and chairs, the bar, and standard club bathroom with writing all over the walls of people’s plugs, signatures, and genitalia doodles. 

But the second level?

Well lit, three bars, shiny clean decors along the floors and walls, it was simply better. The dance floor was smaller but it was on polished tile that was basically reflective. Just the idea of going to the restroom was kind of exciting since you figured it would be much cleaner. Hell, it even smelled better on the second level. This was indeed a treat compared to some other places you had gone to before. 

You wondered what exactly Ulu did, or more like who did she talk to, to be able to get herself invited up top along with the rest of the girls.

A flash of sparkly green pulled your attention from across the room. She gave you a cheshire like smile, holding up a glass as she winked at you. Even with plenty of people around her she always knew how to make you feel important and seen. That’s when it dawned on you. 

You giggled, blowing her a kiss. 

“Who’s that?” Loris asked. 

“My neighbor.”

Her eyes went over you then to the man you were clinging on. She gave you a nod of approval, mouthing the words ‘have fun’ with a grin. You replied back with a ‘thank you’, before turning away. 

Your eyes then found your girlies, which, both of them were preoccupied at the moment. Ulu was all over a ‘muscle mommy’, most likely a pitfighter and another person who got her an invite up top. Meanwhile Jana was sitting at a booth, a few people surrounding her as she talked up a story of some sort, all of their attention on her. 

You pulled on Loris, telling him about your besties and giving him mini descriptions that way he wasn’t left in the dark. 

“Did I interrupt ‘girl night’?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No! You didn’t interrupt anything! If anything you were a part of the plan.” You explained. 

“You planned for me?” 

“Well-” Someone accidentally shoulder checked you.

“Oh, pardon me!” They apologized before going on their way.

Loris then looked over you, his eyebrows furrowed as he spun you around for him.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled in confusion. 

“I’m looking for the sign on you that says ‘I want everyone around me to test my boundaries.’” He stated, making you full on laugh at how serious he sounded.

“Accidents happen!” You pulled him with you to one of the three bars, feeling the buzz die down. 

At the bar there were several people that were wearing designer stuff. They even were wearing real jewelry, making you feel a little underdressed in your outfit. Damn, even the people that surrounded you were simply in another tax bracket. 

But of course, Vi was right. There were lots of rough and tough athletic folks hanging around. Many of them were hanging around the bar.

“What do you want? I’m buying.” You offered Loris with a smile. 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

Folding your free arm over the bar you leaned against it, still holding his hand. 

“I know, I want to.” You replied. 

-

Jana made her way over to you as you had just received your drinks. 

“Hey, how have things been going?” She nudged you with her hip. 

Toni probably didn’t tell her or Ulu what had happened, so you wouldn’t either. 

“What do you think?” You gave Loris his drink, smiling so hard as her jaw dropped. 

“You mean to tell me you FINALLY went after your type?” She smiled, introducing herself to Loris as she shook his hand. 

“Mhm.” You winced as you mixed your fruity drink. 

“Type?” He echoed, eyeing you with a smile. 

“Yeah, the kind that she’s too scared to go aft-”

“Hey! Jana! Why don’t you grab Ulu and Toni for a quick dance!?” You quickly intervened. 

She smirked at you with a shake of her head before she went to go grab the girls. 

“Maybe there is a sign on me.” You mumbled, sipping your drink through the straw. 

“Your friends seem to care a lot about you.” He reassured you. “You got a lot of those?” 

“Friends? Fuck no. These girls are my LIFE.” You explained. “I would not still be here without them.” 

“Then know they mean well.” 

You couldn’t help but stare at him, with irritation but also admiration since he was right. He was right but you were allowed to be annoyed with your friends. 

Jana, Ulu, and Toni rushed over, pulling you to the dance floor as you gave Loris your drink. 

“Be back!” You told him. 

-

After lots of dancing you made your way back to Loris who had situated himself in a booth. He handed you your drink as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, stirring your mixed drink with the straw. He wrapped his arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t slip off since your feet were dangling. 

“Here, try some.” You offered it to him. 

He took it, drinking directly from the cup, grimacing. “That’s really sweet.” He gave it back to you. 

“Don’t like sweet stuff?” 

“Just you.” He replied, not missing a beat, pinching your chin.

You smiled, feeling giggly and pretty. 

“Keep talking like that and you're gonna get kissed.” You warned playfully. 

“Is that a promise?” He chuckled, eyes still on you as he leaned back into the booth. 

“It is.” Your hand finding his chest, making its way up to his face. 

“Then you’re the sweetest.” His knuckles grazing your cheek. “Too sweet to be here.” He swallowed, eyes looking you up and down. 

“Be careful.” He warned.

“Me?” You questioned, slowly leaning in. 

“Mhm, I’ve got more of a bitterness to me.” He explained as you placed your drink on the table, reaching up and brushing back some of his hair.

“I’d beg to differ, you’ve been VERY sweet to me the whole night.” You smirked, inching closer. 

He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his pupils were getting bigger. 

“Only for you.” 

Gods, the chokehold this man had on you. 

“Well, lucky for you, I only like my drinks sweet. But when it comes to men…?” You leaned further in, mouths just an inch apart, you could feel his breath on you. “Let’s just say I prefer them to be savory……especially when they’re willing to come to my aid.”

He leaned in, finally kissing you. His lips were just as soft as his kiss, surprising you. It was comforting. Almost like a reassurance that all the shit you endured was worth it. 

He pulled away but wrapped his hand around the base of your neck, snaking its way up to cup the back of your head. This allowed you to rest your forehead against his with shaky breaths. There was a quick peck or two before one of ‘your songs’ came on. Reminding you that you were still in public. 

Ulu called your name, shouting that your song was on, making you and Loris laugh, pulling away. She was giggling as her and her girl were comparing their hand sizes, being all cute together. 

“Want to go dance?” You asked him since your song was playing.

“You go, I’ll watch.” 

You scrunch your nose at him. “Then I’ll dance right here.” 

You slipped off his lap, grounding yourself in between his legs as you grabbed your fruity drink. You leaned a little forward, making sure to move your hips and ass to the beat of the song, to give him a show. 

He had one hand on your waist while the other was cradling your free hand, keeping you steady as you danced to the beat. You definitely had his attention because you could practically feel his eyes burn a hole into you. Feeling good you continued to sip your drink as you danced.

Feeling brave, with liquid courage of course, you backed up into him, leaned forward with a grip on his knee and started to grind onto his lap. You felt him stiffen up, his hold on your waist tighten as you worked. With your free hand you guided his hand just below your titty, making sure it pressed snuggly against you. 

Peering over your shoulder as you moved against him you saw what a mess he was. His jaw was clenched, nostrils slightly flared, taking deep breaths as he stared at your body, his eyes engulfing you and you hypnotized him. 

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was tension, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was the way his hands were caressing your skin, maybe it was scenery, or maybe it was everything but you felt like the hottest woman in the world. Especially with the way he was looking at you. You might as well have been. 

“Enjoying the show?” You winked at him. 

“Drink your water.” He insisted, snapping back to reality, taking whatever was leftover of your mixed drink and handing you your water. 

Your song ended, and there was nothing else to do except sit back on his lap and drink your water like he had told you to. 

“Yes sir.” You sighed with the roll of your eyes.

His eyes widened as he threw back the rest of your mixed drink, meeting your gaze as you drank your water. 

“Hey, hi, nice to meet you. I gotta pee!” Ulu rushed out as she came over, grabbing your hand and pulling you off his lap. “Toni, I'm taking her!” Ulu shouted, saving her from any future panic.

Quickly putting your water down, you let Ulu guide you to the restroom, eyes still on Loris. There was a stir in your lower stomach. 

-

You folded her skirt over your arm as you leaned against the stall door, not having to keep it closed since it did have a functional lock, but there for emotional support. The restroom was indeed fancy and it did smell amazing. What an upgrade. 

“Loris, the guy I’m with, he’s friends with Vi.” You said over your shoulder, through the crack of the stall. 

“Yeah! I heard through the grapevine that she’s ‘emotionally unstable and unavailable’.”

“That just sounds like your type.” You admitted with a scoff.

Ulu had a history of getting with girls that were…..hard to get, and once she got them they didn’t want to commit. 

“That’s what I said!” She flushed the toilet, hand popping out from under the stall, wanting her skirt. You gave it back to her with a chuckle.

“But no, she really isn’t looking for anything so I won’t bother. Besides,” She opened the stall, switching with you. “Lelani over there is lovely!” 

You got to business as she started tapping along the stall wall, humming happily. 

“Loris cannot keep his eyes off of you!” She sang, you could practically hear her smile. 

“You think so?” You finished your business with a flush.

“Absolutely!” You opened the stall, meeting Ulu’s gaze. “Not like he’s undressing you with his eyes, but more like he’s admiring you.” 

The two of you went over to the sinks, washing your hands and refreshing your appearances. 

“Admiring me like…I’m a work of art?” You chuckled. 

“Like you’re the artist.” 

Damn. 

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Exactly. So don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy it!” She encouraged. 

-

After the bathroom break you were soon back in Loris’ lap.

“Missed me?” You smiled up at him. 

He mirrored your smile as he looked at you. He reached down, gently holding your jaw as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip with his other hand on your back for support. He nodded with a hum before pulling you in for a kiss. 

As he leaned back into the booth you moved, climbing further up his lap, sliding your hands over his solid chest. His hand stayed on your back, while yours cradled his face, fingers brushing over his facial hair. Your lips met over and over again. Gentle. Always gentle, but at this point you wanted more than that. 

“Do you wanna get going?” You asked in between kisses. The sensation you were getting in your stomach and in between your legs was practically begging you to leave.

He let out a breathy laugh through his crooked smile, giving you a couple more kisses before he helped you off his lap.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He responded. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I just want to let my girlfriends know.” 

Luckily they were at one of the bars, laughing about something as you rushed over to them. 

“Well, well, well.” Toni smirked. “Look who decided to pull herself off her big tough man.” She teased. 

“You two have been attached at the hip!” Jana added. “You about to head out?” 

You nodded, your smile almost splitting your face. 

“Ooooooooh!” They synced in excitement. 

Ulu pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Be smart! Don’t do anything I would.” She laughed.

You then went to Jana, she held your face in her hands, blotting your t-zone with a napkin before pulling you into a hug. 

“Stay hydrated, okay?” You nodded your head, the two of you kissed each other’s cheeks. 

Toni then held your hands. 

“Remember to keep your bracelet on, okay? If anything feels wrong or weird just switch it to SOS. Got it, babe?” She held your gaze, making sure you were listening. 

“Yes ma’am.” You replied as the two of you hugged, swaying to the music. 

As you pulled away you couldn’t help but smile. 

“You guys have fun and be safe too! I love you all!” You waved at them. 

They hyped you up as you walked back over to Loris, giggling over their support. 

-

The two of you walked down the stairs, heading to the nearest exit. 

“Do you wanna say bye to Vi?” You asked him, eyeing her. 

She was still at the bar, still sitting by herself, but no longer drinking.

He stared at her, not saying anything but his face told you enough. Vi was clearly going through something but you didn’t want to intrude. You just hoped that she would get better with time. 

"You think she's gonna be okay?" You craned your head, clinging to his firm forearm against your chest.

"She didn't feel like drinking herself stupid tonight. Besides, I pity the one who decides to pick a fight with her." He admitted with a shake of his head, still looking back at her.

He looked …..concerned, but there was something else there, something much more....heavy. You looked down at your connected limbs. Maybe he wasn't ready.

"If you'd rather stay, I can respect that." You offered, about to let go of him.

"No," He lifted your chin and your gaze back up to him. "She's fine. I'm not her escort."

His reassurance gave you a boost, teasing the sensation in between your legs.

"Then can you be mine tonight?" You bit your lip as you tugged him down, getting on your tiptoes.

He chuckled with a smirk before bending down and planting a couple of kisses on your lips. The smell of whiskey on his breath further exciting you. He rose to his towering stature and wrapped his arm over your shoulders before pulling you along, leaving the club.

You heard your name being called out from the second level, grabbing your attention. The girls were waving bye to you over the railing. You gave one more look back to them before sending them air kisses and waves.

‘Get that dick, babe!’ Toni signed with a grin.

You laughed before turning away.

-

The walk to his place wasn’t long, but it wasn’t as quick as you would have liked. 

"Hmm, I can't tell if this is a new place or if you hardly live here." You teased him.

"Both." He admitted, leading you into the kitchenette.

"A busy man?" You hopped up on the counter, watching him get you some water.

"You could say that." He handed you a glass. "What about you? You live a busy life?"

You drank the entire glass before answering.

"Have to, gotta keep up with the times." You placed the glass down, scooting it away as you reached for him.

His eyes then went to your arm, eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming. The scratches were still visible but the swelling went down. 

“He better hope I never run into him.” His tone low and deep. “If I see him again I’m gonna rip his arm off.” His hand gently cradled your arm, thumb lightly running over the scratches. 

Trying to move on you pulled him closer to you, allowing him to cage you in as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He leaned down, kissing your temple before dragging his lips down, scraping you with his facial hair. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have been paying attention and got to you faster.” He apologized.

You hugged him, exhaling. “You got to me in time.” You reassured him. “Thank you for that.” 

In all honesty you didn’t know what you were gonna do if he hadn’t intervened. 

It wasn’t like you were in an alley, out on the sidewalk on your way home because you always carried something on you. But you were in a nightclub where no weapons were permitted inside. Getting kicked out or possibly banned for flipping out on a guy didn’t help either. 

The two of you stayed like that for a minute. Hugging, processing. He then tucked some of your hair behind your ear, whispering "What was it you were looking for tonight?"

Before you could even answer he pressed his lips behind your ear, at the start of your neck.

"So-some fun." You tried to get out.

He dragged his lips lower, humming for you to go on.

"Needing sah-some relief." You added.

He started to suck. You sighed, closing your eyes. 

"Hoping to meet a guy who'll let me finish." You shakily admitted.

He stopped, "That hard to come by?"

"Ye-yeah." You opened your eyes, mind clearing up as you realized what you had just said. 

He didn't respond. 

Embarrassment started to take over, making you wonder if you should have said something else. Maybe something less personal. Was that too personal? Maybe too honest? A little too real?

He then pulled you onto him, hands supporting your thighs as he hoisted you up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you off with ease.

He took you into his bedroom, turning on the light before setting you down in the middle of his bed with a flop. He caged you in again, hovering over you with his eyes dead set on you.

"Let's fix that." He said gruffly, leaning down and kissing you again.

As the two of you pulled away, you tried to focus. 

“Before we start, are you clean?” You knew that you were technically supposed to ask that earlier but better late than never.

“Yeah, I got checked recently. You?”

You nodded your head in agreement. 

“Do you want me to grab some condoms?” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got the implant.” You then guided his hand to your arm, feeling for the ridge on your inner bicep.

“Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know, alright?” 

You quickly agreed, laying down, you reached up and held his strong jawline. You pulled him in, nibbling on his bottom lip, hoping he would go a little more rough.

He then pulled away.

"Let's have a safe word, okay?" You dumbly nodded your head, mind very fuzzy as his hand slid up your thigh. "You with me?" He asked.

"Sorry! Yeah, let's have a safe word." You agreed, feeling silly.

"What do you want it to be, honey?" His voice gruff with want. 

"Oh uh,” Your mind started racing, “ How about 'halt'?"

"Halt?" He repeated.

"Yeah, that's something I usually wouldn't say. Especially now." You explained with haste. "Sound good?" 

"Hm, yeah. It sounds good." He agreed.

"Good." You then pulled him back against your lips, making him chuckle.

He pressed further into you, both his mouth and his lower half. The stir that was in between your legs was forming into an ache. A deep ache. His large hand began to trail upward, to the top of your pants-why did you wear pants???

That's when the undressing started.

Shoes were quickly kicked off, allowing the two of you to move up the bed. You reached down to the bottom of his white button-up and started to pull it up, needing to feel his skin. He whispered a quick 'hold on' in between kisses before pulling it off. Your eyes and hands wandered over his toned middle, tracing his happy trail down to his belt buckle. Just as you were about to unfasten his belt, his large hand gently covered both of yours, stopping you.

"Before we get to that, there's something I have to take care of first." He then slid you up the bed, hands now unbuttoning your pants.

Your heart picked up as you quickly slipped your top off, tossing it aimlessly. He pulled off your pants with an ease that made you wonder if he was even nervous.

He lowered himself, his hands slowly finding themselves behind your knees, spreading them to make room for his large frame. His mouth then found your inner thigh. You leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing as you were processing everything with deep slow breaths.

You actually pulled it off. You're at his place, in his bedroom, on his bed, with his mouth making its way up your thigh.

One of his hands trailed up your stomach, his warm palm snaking past your breasts to your neck which found its way to your jaw, pulling your attention onto him.

"I want you to look at me, okay? Don't take your eyes away."

 You pulled his pillows behind you, sitting up on your elbows. 

"You want to show off?" You anxiously rasped.

"I want you to look at me while you fall apart."

He then lightly bit your inner thigh, forcing a squeal out of you. The bastard then smirked as he did it again, higher. Your hands gripped his sheets, watching him make his way up to your-

"How much do you care about this?" He asked, finger lightly tugging the side of your panties. 

"Not much." You replied.

He suddenly ripped it off, stealing your breath as the cool air hit your cunt. 

He flung the shreds of what were your undies off the bed before he continued his playful biting in the crevice of your thigh and pelvis. He slowly spread your lips with his thumbs, jolting your senses. He hovered over your cunt, his breath tickling you as he gave you a long slow lick. 

Fuck.

Your breathing picked up as he kept his mouth on you, tongue finding your clit that made your hips jerk. One of your hands slid down, combing your fingers through his hair, happily humming as he ate. 

His lips went back to your clit as he moved his fingers over the rest of your slick. He released your clit with a 'pop' as he looked up at you. 

"Tell me," He gave a couple of licks, "What made you want to talk to me?"

"You're asking me that, now?" You whined as he nibbled on your lips.

He hummed, waiting for you to answer.

"It was stuffy, but it was cold tonight." You started, he returned to your clit, finger slowly circling your hole. 

"I-I thought that the alcohol and dancing would ha-have me sweating, but I was still cold." The tip of his finger teased your entrance, making you slightly tighten in anticipation. 

"Ah…all the people I danced with were cold."

He then slipped his finger in, your fingers starting to grip his hair as you let out a shaky breath. 

"You caught m-my eye because you're so…so fucking hot, I just didn't eh-expect you to be so warm."

He curled his finger up, rubbing that spot that always had you curling your toes. 

"Talking to you, having your arm wrapped around me kept me warm. So warm." You slurred out.

He started to suck again, rubbing your spot as he moved his fingers in and out. 

You started to rock against him, making the wet grow, gods, you knew you were going to make a mess.

You couldn't help it, you closed your eyes as his pace picked up. The squelching started to get louder just like the squeaking of his bed frame. You could feel your slick dripping out. You were making a mess-he had you making a mess. 

“And….ha, you saved me from some asshole who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” You hurried. “I was scared and you came and saved me. How, how could I not be drawn to you?” You were almost out of breath.

You were getting close.

He stopped sucking but continued to finger you. "Tell me what you want." He gruffed.

You bit your lip, still rocking your hips to meet his movements.

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. His lips and jaw were wet with your mess, and his breathing had become ragged.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He repeated with authority.

Fuck. What woman wrote him because men like him only exist in fiction. 

"I want to cum." You answered.

"Tell me that I can." He licked your mess off his lips. "Tell me that I can make you cum." There was urgency, not just in his voice, but in your hips, his movements, in the air.

"Make me cum." You commanded. 

He held your gaze as he dove back down, adding another finger inside, making the stretch add more fuel to the fire.

"Ah!" You let out over the squelches, over the sound of his knuckles slapping against the meat of your ass as he roughly fingered you. 

Your grip on his hair tightened, just like your cunt did. His groans rumbled through your skin, and all that was left was for you to snap.

It washed over you just like whiskey. 

Your vision darkened for a few seconds, your knees shook as your lips quivered over his digits, heart raced in your chest and ears as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck. 

His eyes rolled back as he pulled out, pushing his hands behind your knees so he could drink all the wet you created. He wasn't quiet about it either, he slurped with ragged breaths, almost sounding desperate as he cleaned you.

“Oh fuck….” You gasped as he finished, letting go of your legs. 

You pulled him up to your mouth, savoring the taste of yourself along with how soft he kissed you. Even though you were still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to get back to business, especially since you wanted to see what he was packing.

Your hand trailed down his chest and back down to his belt buckle.

"Can I suck you off?" You asked in between kisses.

He hummed in approval, "After I make you come again." He replied.

"You can,” You sat up on your knees, grabbing his middle and pushing him down to where you were lying. You straddled him, finally unbuckling his belt with eager hands. “Later.” 

The bulge in his pants was quite obvious....and large. Cupping your hand over it, you wanted to see how big you were working with.... your heart nearly stopped when you realized your hand couldn't even hide his bulge.

"You alright?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"My....my eyes might be bigger than my stomach..." You swallowed. 

"Stomach?" He repeated. 

Unzipping his pants, you tugged them off with his help, watching his long thick member slap up against his tight stomach, revealing you meant what you said.

"Ye-yeah." You swallowed again. "That's exactly where you're gonna be."

He was indeed the biggest man you ever approached because there was nothing small about him.

Taking him in your hand, at least what you could fit in your hand, you could feel his pulse throbbing. Lowering yourself down onto your elbows, you slowly pulled back his skin, revealing his rosy-colored head. 

Slowly pumping him, a bead of wet appeared at the slit. You gave his head a playful lick, collecting the pearl of precum on your tongue. The slightly salty taste had you back for seconds, earning you some groans from the man before you.

You kissed him along his shaft, dragging your lips and tongue down as you cupped his balls, his brown hair that crowded around the base brushing against your hands. Stroking him, you made sure to keep eye contact with him just like he did with you. Batting your eyelashes, hoping that your eyeliner still looked good.

His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek just under your eye. His mouth was agape, eyes never leaving yours as his chest heaved up and down.

You placed kisses wherever you could, his base, inner hairy thighs, shaft, and then back up to his head. You started to take him in your mouth, hoping you could manage to fit him in without getting lockjaw. Sucking his head had him squirming, making you giggle. You swirl your tongue all around, making sure to focus on that little area just underneath.

His hand slid the back of your head, cupping you while tangling his fingers into your hair. You then took him further in before you started to bob, stroking him with one hand while you continued to massage his balls.

Watching him fall apart underneath you was getting to be too much, that deep ache returned. 

The greediness started to grow in your stomach, having you bring him further and further into your mouth and soon throat. You started to gag at the pressure, making the ache even more prominent. That saltiness returned. It almost made you want to let go of him to start playing with yourself, as the ache started to hurt.

You let up trying to catch your breath while strings of drool still connected the two of you. His eyes were still on yours and the look he was giving you felt purely carnal. 

This didn't stop your stroking, which you were now doing with both of your hands. The pulse was getting stronger now, along with the grip he had on the bed sheets. His jaw was clenched shut now, still breathing hard, with heavily lidded eyes. Your grip slightly tightened, earning a pleasing hiss.

Feeling gutsy, you asked the question that had been plaguing your mind. 

"What made you want to take me home?" You rasped. 

He struggled, swallowing as he carefully thought about his answer. 

“You made Vi laugh.” 

“I-what!?” You pulled away, blinking with confusion. 

He quickly sat up on his forearms, realizing what he just said. 

“I was watching the two of you for a little bit. I saw how you made her spit out her drink.” A small smile formed on his face. 

“She’s been going through…a lot and it’s getting harder and harder to help her.” His eyes were elsewhere, his face and member softened as he thought. 

“She’s got a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. And she’s strong. So strong, but everyone has a breaking point.” He sighed. “She didn’t deserve that. No one like her deserves that kind of heartbreak.”

He paused, still gathering his thoughts. Obviously there was a lot you didn’t know and there was probably a lot more you would never know, but right now you didn’t need all the answers. You just needed to listen.

“You’ve been the only person, other than me, to make her laugh.” He admitted. 

“She might seem rough around the edges, but I promise she’s someone that once you get to know, care about, she would do anything for you. She’s just that kind of person.” 

Another pause. 

“And those kinds of people deserve the best…they deserve the whole world.” He slowly shook his head. “I just wish she would see that.” 

He then looked back up at you. 

“So when you, this beautiful thing I had seen out on the dance floor, make your way over to Vi, making her laugh so hard that she spit out her drink…..it pulled me in.” 

You straightened up, folding your legs underneath you. 

“You’re lucky that you’re so handsome,” You started with a smirk. 

“Saying another woman’s name while in the middle of sex is usually a turn off and is a sign to leave, but….” His eyes were filled with worry, making you smile. “That was very sweet, what you said.” 

You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“Vi is very lucky to have someone like you in her life. Someone that actually cares.” That’s when you got that pang deep in your chest. That uncomfortable ache that you tried so very hard to work on. 

Jealousy. 

All the guys you messed around with, actually gave a shot, were nowhere near as emotionally intelligent as Loris. Or honest. You were convenient for them and so that’s just what you were. Convenience. The closest you got was ‘sweet’ or ‘nice’ or ‘pretty’. But that was it. 

You’d hope that maybe Loris saw something in you. Something other than just convenient. 

“You….alright?” He reached up, cupping your face. 

Nodding your head, you crawled your way up to him, face to face. 

“I’m gonna need you to shut up now, okay?” You reached your hands out, combing your fingers through his facial hair as you grabbed ahold of his face. “Can’t have my seat talking.” 

As sweet as that moment was, you needed him to focus back on you and the situation you two were in. 

He then quickly lied down while pulling you over his face, making you giggle from his sudden eagerness. His hands wrapped around your thighs as you adjusted your knees and feet snuggly in between him and the bed. Your hands planted against the mattress as you looked down at him. 

“If you need a break to breathe just tap me three times.” You instructed as you hovered over him. 

“Break? Honey, if I suffocate to death just know I did so happily.” He joked before pulling you down onto him. 

“OH!” You gasped as he picked up where he left off. 

His tongue dove itself into you, feeling around before going back to your clit. He went back to sucking it, making you whine with want. He then let go of your clit, eyes still on you. 

“Use me.” He muffled against you, the vibrations tickling you. 

Nodding dumbly you did so, grabbing a hold of his hair as you started to rock your hips, clit brushing his nose while he tongue pushed itself in. 

“No, no. Go back to sucking.” You instructed, doing your best to balance as you repositioned.

He did as was told. He sucked your clit, eyes now closed. 

“Now stick your fingers back-OH!” He was way ahead of you, sliding his hand back up and slipping a couple of his digits into you at your request. 

“Oh fuck!” You gasped as he played with your g-spot. 

Your vision was starting to blur as the pleasure started to build up again. The delicious feeling of this man eating you like his life depended on it was starting to be too much. The pressure was building up until it didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“OH!” You cried as you came. “Fuck!” 

You rocked against him, biting your lip as you rode the waves out, trying to recollect yourself as the stars in your eyes started to fade. He moaned, gathering everything you released and swallowing it with pride. 

You leaned forward, on your hands again, giving him room to breathe as you tried to remember your name. 

“You okay?” He asked from below. 

“Yeah, just catching my breath.” You answered with a lazy nod. 

“Good.”

After a few more seconds of coming back down you did just that, making your way back down to his lap as you lied against him. You found his mouth, kissing him while his hands ran up and down your body. 

The two of you kissed for a few minutes. 

“Let me look at you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands. His eyes scanned over you, analyzing what felt like every inch of your face. 

There was something much more intimate about this, than him pleasuring you. It was hard to explain, but him looking at you, being naked with you and choosing to admire you as he held your face in his hands was raw, gentle, and almost…..loving. 

“You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You pulled away, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide as you smiled. You smiled so hard that your cheeks started to hurt as your heart raced. 

It had been a while since you felt special. 

“Don’t tease-” 

“I’m not.” He interjected without hesitation. “You are.” He then brought his hands up to your face again, “Please let me look at you.” 

You complied, not saying anything. His eyes went over you again, as if studying. 

“Regardless of what you think, you are the loveliest woman I’ve come across.” He admitted, a small smile forming. 

You just nodded your head, not saying anything. It felt like he was telling the truth and even if he wasn’t, if he was just trying to make you feel better about yourself, you would play pretend. That was something you had gotten good at, especially in situations like this. 

Leaning in you kissed him again before pushing yourself up and making your way back to his lap. 

You grabbed his cock, giving him a few pumps as your other hand cupped his balls. It got hard again, firming in your hand as it grew, precum leaking as you gave him a few playful licks. Making eye contact with him, motioning for him to scoot down as you straddled him. 

Balancing yourself with one hand on his chest, you reached down, lining him up with you. Letting go when his head found your entrance, you lowered yourself only for him to slip away. You scoffed, trying to reach back down, almost slipping off him with a little squeal. 

“Here.” He chuckled as he pulled you back on, grabbing himself and realigning his tip to your opening. 

“I can do it myself.” You huffed with a pout. 

He chuckled again, reaching up to hold your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip as his eyes went over your face. 

“I know you can, baby.” 

Slowly lowering yourself down with his help, he was able to push in. The stretch of his head made you squeeze your eyes shut, jaw drop open with a gasp. Even though you were still very wet it was still jarring. There was a warmness as you continued to make your way down, earning a hiss from the man underneath you. 

Once you bottomed out, you tried to catch your breath. 

“Gods.” You panted. 

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your skin as the two of you adjusted to the new sensation. 

“Don’t start moving just yet.” He admitted shakily. “It may be over before it starts.” He chuckled. 

You shook your head. “Don’t worry….I need a minute.” You agreed. 

After about a minute of the two of you still adjusting and processing, you were still in disbelief. 

“You’re….definitely…the biggest….” You didn’t have to finish, he was already laughing. Not chuckling, full on laughing. 

His eyes squinted as his downturned lips were fully up and pulled back by his smile. He looked beautiful. When he finally collected himself, you suddenly felt….shy? As if you hadn’t been fooling around with him the entire night. Like you didn’t pull the sweetest, biggest, handsomest man from the club and have him all over you. 

“Hey,” He squeezed your hips, grabbing your attention. “You still with me?” 

You then clenched around him, making him jolt from the sudden pressure. He blinked as his grip tightened on you, making you smirk. 

“Yeah,” You readjusted your legs around him. “Keep up, okay?” You smirked. 

His eyes darkened, that carnal look returning. He then swatted your bottom, earning him an airy gasp. 

If he wanted to play like that then who were you to deny him?

Lifting yourself about halfway you dropped yourself back down, feeling him get even harder. 

“Fuck….” He muttered with gritted teeth.

Leaning back on your hands you slowly started to rock your hips around while moving up and down, the girth of his dick rubbing all the good spots in you while the head kissed your cervix.

His hands moved up as you worked, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze. 

This made you stop for a moment, pussy tightening at his touch as you bit your lip. This didn’t go unnoticed, of course he was going to find your weakness. He gave them another squeeze while rubbing his thumbs over your perked nipples. Your hips started going faster as a moan escaped you. 

He scoffed.

“Earlier, when you spilled some of your shot on you…” He continued to play with your nipples as you tried your best to keep your pace. 

“I wanted to clean it myself.” He admitted. 

This made you reach down and start rubbing your wet swollen clit. 

“I saw you looking down my top.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt another orgasm approaching. 

“You should have cleaned me….I would have let you!” You dropped down, he bottomed out again, earning a moan from you both. 

“You would have let me pull down your top, and lick it off in front of everyone?” He teased, tugging on your nipples. You nodded your head, rubbing harder, getting close. 

“I wanted you to touch me so bad.” You started to move faster, “I wanted you to….OH!” It washed over you, making your legs shake as you let out a high pitched moan. 

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted.

Suddenly sitting up, picking you up by under your arms, allowing the mess you just made to slip out. He held you up so he could suck on your nipples as the aftershocks washed over you. You cradled his head, fingers in his hair again as he tugged on your nipples with his teeth. 

“Fuck!” You whined, wanting more, squeezing on nothing. 

“If you keep making noises like that I’m gonna finish.” He gruffed as he covered your chest in bites and kisses.

“I want you to.” 

He stopped, eyes meeting yours as he slowly moved you back down. “You want me to cum?” 

“Yes,” You rasped, eyes not leaving his. “In me.” 

That carnal look returned but then shifted to something else. You didn’t know how to explain it but it stirred your stomach. He just kept still, staring at you with a clenched jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” His voice was a little shaky at the end. 

“I want you to have your way with me.” You mewed as you reached down, realigning yourself before grabbing his balls and slowly massaging them. 

“Empty yourself in me. Show me how much you want me. Make an imprint in me so my body won’t forget you.” 

You’re not entirely sure where the confidence came from. You’ve never said anything like that to anyone before, but that’s how you felt. You wanted to be nasty. You wanted to be carnal.

“What’s our safeword?” Eyes dark and voice low. 

You blinked, trying to remember. 

“Uh, halt.” When it came to mind. 

“One more time.” He growled. 

You swallowed, a dark excitement tickling your stomach. 

“Halt.” You repeated more firmly.

His crooked smile made another appearance. “Try to remember that if it gets too much.” He slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp. “Cause I’m not stopping.” He bottomed out. “Even if I end up in your stomach.” 

He didn’t give you time to respond, he lifted you up and slammed you back down, making you eat your words. 

He lifted you up about halfway and then slammed you back down again, your vision blurring as your toes started to curl and mouth drop open. There was no air. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he did it again and again.

His pace started to quicken, getting harder as the squelching started getting louder. You clawed onto him as best as you could as he pounded into you, his hips slapping up against your ass, his thick pulsing cock rubbing against your g spot while slamming into your cervix.

You came undone again, stealing the breath from you as your eyes rolled back. 

“Loris!” You struggled out.

Holy fuck where had he been all your life? 

“Fucking hell…” He hissed with gritted teeth, his end approaching. 

Quickly coming back to reality you focused on him. Your mouth was soon on his thick neck, teeth sinking in as you sucked, hoping you would leave a mark there. You hoped you would see it tomorrow.

He grunted your name, hips starting to get sloppy, the wet you had made was getting everywhere, mixing in with his sweat and yours. The both of you making a bigger mess.

It was hard to think, the main thing on your mind was just ‘yes, yes, yes, please yes’. The hot coil in your lower stomach was tightening again, reminding you that you still needed him. He was practically in your stomach, mixing your guts, giving you everything you wanted. Everything you deserved.

You loved it. 

You knew he was just about to come. It was written over his face as he tried his best to hold on a little longer. You wouldn’t do that to him though, he deserved to finish. 

Leaning into his ear you whispered, “Let me have it. Give it to me.” 

“Gods!” He grunted, his trembling hips slowing down, as he finished. 

The warmness filled you, making you moan with satisfaction. 

That hot coil in you was still tightening up, getting ready for another release. You rocked your hips, tiredly rocking, still wanting more. One more. Just one last one. Please, gods. 

He sat up, pushing the back of your knees toward your chest as he pulled out, cock dripping wet, climbing over you before hooking your legs over his shoulders, sliding himself back in with a groan. 

“AH!” You cried out as he was now fucking you at a new angle. 

He was moving very sloppily, greedily. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed off the walls. 

One of his hands snaked down in between the two of you, squeezing his way to feel for your clit. The other hand grabbed your ankle, bringing it up to his lips, lightly kissing and then nibbling it as he worked. With each thrust he had you rambling nonsense. Getting closer and closer to the finish line. 

“Ohh FUCK!” You were hysterical, tears streaming from your eyes. 

“Almost there.” He grunted, fingers roughly rubbing your clit. 

“Please! Give it to me, baby!” You begged, earning some curses from him while he brought you to the end of the line. 

It washed over you, one last time, your hips were twitching, pussy quivering around him, vision fading  as you went limp. Pure fucking ecstasy. A few more thrusts and soon he was over the edge too. Filling you with more of his mess, overflowing and seeping from the sides. 

-

Gently letting your legs slide off his shoulders and down his arms he cradled your face, eyes looking over you with concern. 

“Are you alright? That wasn’t too much, was it?” He rasped, touching your heart again. 

“I’m okay.” You tiredly giggled. “It was perfect.” Reaching your hand up, you gently tugged on his single lock with a smile that he quickly mirrored. 

The two of you then looked down, staring at what still connected you both. He then slowly pulled out, a puff of air allowed everything that had been created to come spilling out onto his sheets. 

“Mmm, look at that.” He hummed, reaching down and gently spreading you open, making you moan since you were sensitive. His eyes met with yours again. 

“What was it you said earlier? ‘It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy’?” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, something like that.” You giggled. 

He leaned down to kiss your temple before pushing himself off the bed, heading off to the bathroom. 

“Hold tight, I’ll get you something.”

You heard the sink running so you took the time to push out any more air that may or may not have sounded like a fart. Trying to save yourself from any potential embarrassment. Sitting up on your elbows, you gazed down at the aftermath. 

Sure enough there was a sticky mess that was painted all over the inside of your thighs and a stained patch underneath your butt. It glistened, making you feel satisfied….and also proud. You were, in fact, the artist. 

He came back with a washcloth, walking over to you.

He propped his knee up, leaning over as he widened the spread of your legs. You shivered, the ghost of an ache flashed but when he brought the damp cloth down to your most private area it quickly went away. A whimper slipped out, as he applied gentle pressure as he cleaned you up. 

His eyes met yours, an apology already forming. 

“I’m okay!” You reassured him with a breathy laugh. “Just sensitive.” 

He leaned in, cupping the side of your face and gave you a couple of soft kisses. He continued to wipe you down as best as he could. Not allowing you to help him because he insisted that the mess was ‘his fault’ so he would clean it. You weren’t gonna argue with him. 

“I’ll get you some water, okay?” He whispered as he finished up. 

You couldn’t help but scoff, a grin on your face. 

“You and your water.” You teased playfully. 

He left the bedroom, busying himself in his kitchenette to get you some more water. 

After he came back and rehydrated you, you handed him the empty glass. 

“Thank you. Now it’s my turn to go get cleaned up. Properly.” You clarified, sitting yourself up as he placed the glass on the nightstand. 

“You got it?”

“Yeah,” You stiffly stretched your legs. “The bathroom is literally right there.” You scoffed.

When you went to stand up, there was nothing to stand up on, at least, that’s what your body thought. Your dumbass fell, catching yourself just barely on your hands and knees, laughter radiating from you. 

“Are you alright???” Loris laughed as he quickly rushed over to you. 

“I’m okay! Be careful where you swing that thing!” You laughed, using your arm to block from his limp dick as he helped you up. 

“I guess my legs are still trying to wake up.” You muttered as he walked with you to his bathroom. 

You leaned against his door frame, shooing him away, reassuring him that you were fine. He closed the door for you, allowing you some privacy. 

His bathroom was surprisingly clean. It didn’t smell weird, there were no mysterious stains on the walls, and he had soap…..the bar of expectations was literally in hell. 

You relieved yourself, making sure you pushed out the rest of the mess he put in you. Washing your hands you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection. 

Your makeup was still holding up but it needed to come off before you went to sleep. That is…if you were sleeping over. 

The whole night, well, most of the night was great. You were starting to wonder if it was going too well? What if that was all there was? What if he was about to reveal his actual self and tell you to get the fuck out? What if he starts acting weird? You then looked down at your wrist, staring at your bracelet. 

Would you need to flip the switch?

Flashes of everything that had happened throughout the night came back. Even though you didn’t know Loris, you felt like you knew enough. There was something that was telling you to trust him. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just switch up on you. Especially after everything you went through at the club. 

So many thoughts were going through your head but you took a deep breath. The only way you were gonna find out was walking back out there. 

After you washed your face you came out of the bathroom. 

“Here.” He tossed you one of his shirts. 

He turned to pull on his boxers and you stood there like an idiot, staring down at his shirt, heart feeling funny. That weirdly intimate feeling came again. It was a simple gesture but it was still sweet. 

“Am I….?” You started to feel silly. 

“Hm?” He asked. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” You almost whispered. 

“Yeah, of course. Or did you want me to take you home?” He looked over his shoulder to you. 

“Oh no, I’d rather spend the night.” You happily admitted.

He smiled, picking up his discarded clothes and moving them over to a chair before turning off the light.

Pulling on his shirt you climbed in his bed, slipping under the covers as he followed, situating himself beside you. He pulled you snuggly against him before sighing with content. Your head resting on his chest as you stared up at him in the darkness. 

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay?” You whispered, needing some reassurance.

“Yes, I want you here.” He kissed the top of your head. 

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes. 

“Can I ask you something?” He muttered in the darkness. 

“What?” 

“Why does your neighbor call you ‘Pocket Pussy’?”

You groaned over his laughter. 

[soratartan]

02.46 || 02 Agustus 2024

Haii aku kembali lagi. Padahal dah mau tidur tp ttp aja masih gabisa tidur. Kepikiran seseorang yg baru aja aku stalker. Maaf ya mas aku jd kang stalker. Karna aku harus garang di depan njenengan.

Baikk kali ini aku akan menceritakan tentang njenengan disini.

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Dia adalah tetanggaku. lebih tepatnya tetangga jauhku. Namanya inisial aja eaw 2 huruf (IH). Beliau ini sangat alim (bagiku) karna sudah jadi anak pondokan dr MTS. Kita satu sekolah waktu MI karna memang dekat dari rumah. Aku hanya sekedar tau belio sebagai seseorang, bukan kenalan, ga pernah ngobrol, atau bhkn selebihnya.

Hal ini semua bermula saat takbiran kemarin. Aku tbtb ga sengaja melihat belio dari kejauhan. (Btw ngetik baru sampe sini aku dah nangis sesegukan rek sumpah sampek buntu irungku || 02.47). Aku merasa ada sesuatu yang aneh. Kagum. ya sekedar kagum mungkin aura beliau sudah dalam berada umur yang matang menjadi sosok lelaki idaman orang tua. Dibilang ganteng biasa aja si tp menang di kharisma. Wibawanya ada. Aku liat adem bgt rasanya. Tp juga sekaligus tertamparrr karna aku bukan ugheta².

Selesai udah kita ga pernah ketemu lagi sampe sekarang. Kurasa beliau sering kerumah karna bapaknya tu temen lengket ayah aku gaes. Bapaknya Ta'mir Masjid dan Bapakku bendaharanya. Jadi yaa gitu deh.

PLOT TWIST nya lagi. Bulan lalu aku mimpiin beliau. Kek tbtb bangetttt padahal aku ga mikiran belio sedikitpun. Cuma memang beberapa minggu sebelum aku mimpiin belio tu dia follback aku gesss. Pehhhh tremorrr. Balik lg yaw. Aku tu malah sering kepikiran kating yg masukin aku di Close Friendnya. tp mimpiku malah belio.

PUNCAKNYA ITU WAKTU BANGUN HABIS MIMPI ITU RASANYA 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Astagfirullah sakit hati bangettt guweeeh 😭

Nyesekkk pwoll di ulu hati sampe nangiss. Sakit bangettt rasanya kangen tp gabisa ngungkapin karna dia gak kenal guee woiii pliss. Kek siapaa aku tbtb kangen belioo huhu ampun deh.

Akhirnya cuma bisa nangis terus sholat Shubuh. Karna emg timingnya waktu mimpiin belio ini tidurku baru jam 2. Mau mikir ini mimpi dr setan pun waktunya disepertiga malam (waktu diambya setan dari yg kubaca).

Cuma bisa berdoa jika memang ini mimpi dari Allah semoga tanda Belio adalah Jodohku gitu aja 😭🙏. Ga masalah deeh tetangga sendiri asal keluarganya dan keluargaku sama² ridhoo nerimaa apalagi belio ini speknya akhi² masyaAllah sumpill 😭😩. Tp kayanya sainganku juga para ning² pondok ga sie ya Allah :(((

Barusan stalker di Facebook. Ternyata belio uda kenal kakak aku guys. Aku iri. Yaiyalah. dulu gue gaboleh main sama nenek woii. Ketetangga aja gaboleh akhirnya nolep pwoll. Gapunya temen gue. Yawda mo gmn lg 🫠

Dah gitu aja sekian. Mungkin skrng bukan saat yang tepat untuk kita bertemu mas. Atau mungkin memang njenengan bukan masa depan saya. Gapapa. Biar postingan ini jadi saksi nanti kalo aku pernah sebegitu mengagumi njenengan, menunggu tiap njenengan bikin snapgram, bahkan ngetik nyeritain njenengan aja nangiss tiba tiba. Ga berani pake kata dia atau kamu karna emg ngerasa ga pantes aja.

Sampun Terimakasih nggih.

[visualpoett]

Ulu's Pants (1952)

Artist: Leonora Carrington

[fallowsthorn]

but you can't say fuck in Star Wars: a Mando'a glossary

A lot of the phrases available with translation on mandoa.org are rude or otherwise insulting, which makes sense: Mandalore is a very militaristic culture, they're aggressive and fighty (and the bulk of the example phrases come from characters in the middle of conflicts). But, as mentioned above, you can't say the fuck word in Star Wars, so most of these translations are softened to something a bit politer in English.

However, if you do a little poking and break down words and phrases to their components, you can find out what they really mean and it's hilarious. Everyone knows the most important part of learning a language is:

"Where is the library?"

Swear words

Phrases and explanations under the cut.

Mando'a: "Kote lo'shebs'ul narit." Official translation: "You can keep your glory." (contemptuous and impolite) Literal translation: "[Glory] [into]+[ass]+[center?] [insert]." Actual meaning: "Shove glory up your ass."

This is from "kote" (glory) and shebs (ass). Lo is a preposition (and prefix, apparently) meaning "into." Narit is the conjugated form of naritir (insert, put, place).

"Ul" is a little harder to figure out; the other words we have are nau'ul (n, candlelight), ulur (v, notice, detect, care about) and some compounds based on that, ulyc (adj, careful) and ulik (n, animal, as a beast of burden or mount). Of those, we can take out the last two or three, depending on whether the conjugated form of ulur is ul or ulu (both compound words are in infinitive form). Nau'ur (v) is "to light [up]" and naumiit (n) is "signal" (from miit, word, literally "light-word"). So if nau is light and shebs is ass, I would guess the 'ul modifier is... something about being central? small? focused? the Thingest part of the Thing? In context, shebs'ul is probably "asshole" (as a body part, not an insult).

You could make this generic by replacing kote with ibic or bic ("this" or "it", apparently rarely used, similarly to Spanish), or with whatever noun is relevant.

Mando'a: "shabuir" Official translation: extreme insult - "jerk," but much stronger Literal translation: "[fuck]+[parent]" Actual meaning: "motherfucker" (rarely literal, as in English)

I see this mistranslated as "bastard" a lot, presumably because of the "buir" part, which doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, but Mando'a literally has a saying about how it doesn't matter who your parents are, so parentage would be a weird thing to bring up as an insult.

Shabiir is similarly officially translated as "to screw up" but given shab'rudur ("mess with," noted to be "very strong language" (lol)) and rud ("around") (briirud is "circle" or "line-around"), it very obviously means "fuck." Shab'rudur is literally "fuck around." Shab also seems to pull double duty as a noun meaning "fucker" or possibly whatever genitals are applicable - the official translation of "Sooran, shab!" is "Suck on that, jerk!" but sooranir is "to suck/absorb liquid" so it's probably equivalent to "suck my dick" or "suck it, fucker!" The conjugated form of shabiir would be either shabii or shabi, depending on context.

Mando'a: "osi'kyr" Official translation: strong exclamation of surprise or dismay Literal translation: "[shit]+[end]" Actual meaning: ??? "[scared me] shitless"?

Osik is, of course, "shit," though it's translated as "dung (impolite)." The fun part is that this is a noun, so we can assume, as with other nouns, the verb form simply adds -ar or similar to the end. Therefore since kaysh is the universal Mando'a pronoun and kute is "undersuit" or colloquially "clothing," you could say "kaysh osi'kute" to mean "they shit their pants" (presumably out of fear, seeing a heavily-armed and fully-armored Mandalorian running straight at them).

Mando'a: "haar'chak" Official translation: "damn it" Literal translation: "[the (definite)]+[steal]"? Actual meaning: ?????

Man I dunno. This doesn't seem to mean anything if you break it down. Maybe the connotation is supposed to be, like, something you had was stolen? Or thrown out? I would've gone with dar for "damn" or "cast out" since Mandalore doesn't really have a cultural concept of hell as a place you go when you die--either you enter the manda/ka'ra or you don't. (Haran is translated as "hell" but seems to mean more like "complete destruction" or "annihilation.") Or maybe gratiir for "punish." Grati'haar would have worked. Chakur is "to steal." Chakaaryc is, like... "disreputable" sort of? Who knows??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Lewks, Part 4

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Amusements)

Warning: vague Spoilers for Season 1 of The Lost Tomb Reboot

Look 17 is this gorgeous knife. 

I’m not a “knives are sexy” person, or I should say, I never WAS a “knives are sexy” person before.

I do have a strong affection for my Alaskan ulu kitchen knife, which is a godsend for anyone who is arthritic (me) or who is an upper-limb amputee (my family member) or is hemiplegic (different family member), but that’s as much attention as I’ve ever paid to a knife. 

Until now:

(*whisper* lick it)

Ahem. 

This is a kukri, a traditional knife of the Gurkha people in Nepal and India. It’s similar to a machete but it has a downward-curving blade, which means you can slash downward forcefully without bending your wrist. It’s excellent for cracking crustacean shells heavy chopping, as well as combat. Wikipedia doesn’t know why there are notches near the base of the blade but sure does have some theories. 

The handle looks to be a mix of metal and ivory. Hopefully antique ivory, or ivory from a properly-compensated voluntary donor. [That is a joke, the ivory trade is bad, don’t kill elephants, etc.] The case is topstitched leather with snaps to keep the knife from escaping.  Did OP just spend an hour learning too much about knives? She did. Does this mean she’s going to also make an effort to learn something about watches, a critically overlooked area of her menswear commentary? It does not. 

Look 18 is a classic explorer’s rig that looks like it came out of the Banana Republic catalog back in 1987 when the name “Banana Republic” still kind of suited the clothes sold there. (Google it and be startled) This look features dark brown trousers that are comfortably loose but still well-fitted and flattering. The shirt is two warm tans--a dark one for most parts, and a lighter one through the chest and inner arms. This gives it a nice depth and keeps it from looking bland. This outfit also features Wu Xie’s watch, which...is round? and tells time.

(more after the cut!)

This look features the first of many, many, many times that a character will shine a flashlight directly into the camera. Which makes it painful to watch the show on my tablet in the dark when my bedmate is asleep. Knock it off, characters!

Side Note: Wu Xie’s room has some good features. He’s got a giant bulletin board holding framed photos of all the adventures in which he was played by a different actor. This makes it easy to move his photo collection when his uncle decides to be a dick about the rent. 

Wu Xie’s bed is big and comfy-looking, with a variety of patterns and textures; appropriate for a person who’s planning on dying, or having an increasingly complicated love life, or both. This bed has room for a 100-year-old boyfriend, a 20-year-old girlfriend, and a thousand-year-old crustacean-brained princess, as long as everyone’s friendly. 

It also has a padded headboard, which is so important when you are dating a paper-mache person with a fragile head. This padded headboard also has curved head/neck support things that look just the right size for a person to grab onto with both hands and hold on for dear life. It looks antique, which means Wu Xie bought it for the aesthetic value and definitely not for fucking, right? Definitely not. For fucking. 

Wu Xie tops off Look 18 with the handsome swamp green coat from their recent tomb adventure, now completely unmuddy thanks to the world’s greatest dry cleaner, and with a strappy, practical backpack.

This warm-toned outfit and the buttery colors of the room are perfect for having an intimate, deeply truthful conversation...

....in which you gently crush your dear one’s heart into powder.

Look 19 is Xiao Ge’s blue hoodie and black pants combo, which we finally get to see in the full light of day. 

The hood is good for hiding in when you want to cry. 

This hoodie looks black in low light, but is actually navy blue with black piping, placket, and zipper. 

The ensemble features black trousers with an eye-catching vertical silver-toned zipper on the front pockets. Black boots and black tactical gloves round out the look.

Side note: each of the Iron Triangle guys has his own backpack style. Wu Xie’s is an olive green expedition pack. Pangzi’s is two-tone canvas and leather. 

Xiao Ge’s is black tech fabric, and features a chest strap to keep it from shifting around when he is kicking asses. The black straps coordinates well with the black piping on his hoodie. 

This outfit is a good one to wear while you exchange tender gazes of pure unconditional love with the guy who is crushing your heart into powder. 

I don’t need to look at Pangzi I know what Pangzi looks like and anyway I glanced at him already today.

Did OP slow these gifs way down purely to keep from giving anybody eye strain? She did. OP is considerate of your eyes. Speaking of eyes, awww. Xiao Ge sure is bros with Wu Xie, you guys. 

Look 20: Liu Sang! Liu Sang! Liu Sang!

Actor Liu Chang, a man who can wear literally anything and make it look fucking amazing, makes his entry onto the scene in a good, but understated, suit. 

Most of the suit is a charcoal grey, but it has a single light grey lapel and pocket flap, to keep things interesting. He’s wearing it with black Oxford shoes that have a small red, white, & blue tab poking out the back. So he’s dressed conservatively, but with a bit of flair. 

He’s accessorized the look with perfectly fine, but not very interesting, black wirefame glasses that he’ll replace with cooler ones after some time underground. He’s got a cartilage piercing in his left ear with a flat black oblong earring. Because of his extreme hearing, he’s wearing noise-cancelling earphones. 

This look says, “normalize the use of adaptive tech.” These are probably - in real life - not as effective as the larger over-ear headphones a lot of noise-sensitive people use, but their sleekness and elegance match the rest of Liu Sang’s accessories and clothing. 

Because of his noise sensitivity, Liu Sang pukes as soon as he gets out into the crowded street. He vomits neatly into a drain, however, in the way of someone who’s used to managing this symptom and isn’t going to let it spoil his outfit. We stan a neuroatypical king. 

More Lewks coming soon!

[blogdemocratesjr]

Ulu's Pants by Carrington Leonora

[azzahrafadlah]

Catatan : Tahun ke 27

Bagi sebagian (besar) orang-orang, tahun 2020 berlalu begitu cepat hingga berasa hanya berjalan selama 4 bulan. Januari, Februari, pandemi, dan desember. Entah kapan pula bulan pandemi muncul di kalender dengan tanggal merah sederetan panjang yang dilabelin “work from home” aktivitas liburan tapi kerja, kerja tapi liburan. Kecuai bagi beberapa profesi termasuk kita. Tetap dong gantian 3 shift ke RS. yakali wfh, pasien di bangsal pasang infus sendiri, nyuntik sendiri trus kita monitoring dari rumah?

Bagaymanapun, 2020 tetap istimewa, penuh dengan hal-hal baru, pengalaman dan pelajaran baru dan indah. Meski ngga semua yang terjadi dirasakan indah diawalnya, tapi setelah dipikir lagi, direnungkan lagi, baru berasa. Mari kita throwback sejenak, karena kemarin juga ngga sempat bikin kaleidoskop 2020.

Awal tahun kita dikejutkan dengan kabar bahwa setelah berkali kali berulah, bikin masalah, kena marah, ketawa, berulah lagi, kena marah lagi, gitu terus, akhirnya Abul ujian TA. Sayangnya waktu itu ogut lagi sakit, muntah-muntah parah dan Mami jejen ngga tega ninggalin anak gadisnya yang lagi sakit sendirian di rumah. Lalu jadilah Abul pertunjukkan tugas akhir tanpa dihadiri keluarga. Sedih sih, tapi lebih bangganya lihat video dan potongan instastory mantemannya Abul. Keren banget adek akuh. Apalagi waktu Abul pake setelan jas, rambut gondrongnyanya dikucir rapi, main Haydn-Concerto in c major. Aku baru percaya kata-katanya manteman aku yang bilang “Fad, adek lu cakep yah.”

yang ini jas sama kuncirannya udah dibuka yak, kalo ngga salah yang ini bawain “Tudung Pandan”.

Kita baru bisa ke Padang panjang buat wisudanya Abul. Meski was-was juga sama pandemi karena covid19 udah nyampe ke Indonesia. Tapi Alhamdulillah wisudanya tetap berjalan lancar dengan protokol kesehatan tentunya. Overall, suka syekali dengan istiadat wisudanya kampus Abul. Rapi, syahdu, dan berasa alek gadang nya.

Officially Awwahun Halim, S. Sn

sayangnya wisuda Abul ngga gondrong lagi.

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Pencapaian berikutnya, SK PNS dongs ceu

Salahsatu widyaiswara latsar lalu pernah minta kita nulis alasan kenapa ingin jadi PNS. Ada yang ingin membahagiakan orang tua atau keluarga, jaminan hari tua, akualisasi diri, dan meluluhkan hati mertua. Nah kalau kamu masih ingat dan penasaran siapa yang sopan sekali punya motivasi yang terakhir itu, aku orangnya. wkwkkwwk... Pengalaman ketika tidak menjadi pilihan bukibu yang khawatir banget merelakan anak bujangnya ke perempuan lain yang ngga ada apa-apa nya ini, kek hidup ogut ngga meyakinkan banget dah,  jadi pecutan dong buat punya sesuatu yang menyatakan “Tenang, anak ibu aman bersama saya”. Apasih ini??? LOL

Sekian waktu berlalu, kesaktian SK ini belum keliatan juga sodara-sodara. Ternyata ngga secanggih dan semudah yang diceritain rangorang kok. Masih jomblo jugak

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Jangan lupa 2020 adalah tahun politik sodara-sodara. Walaupun I don’t know and I don’t care about that, tapi ada suatu hal yang bikin kita flashback ke awal tahun 2019 lalu kala nama ct muncul di grup medsos yang dikomentar secara membabi buta. Meski udah siapin screenshoot postingan, komentar dan DM dese ya mana tau sewaktu-waktu bisa diduitin dilaporkan, tapi berakhir antiklimaks juga sodara-sodara. Bedanya, yang ini pelakunya lebih punya keberanian buat datang dan minta maaf dibandingkan abang-abang yang onoh.

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Punya adek-adek yang cakep dan belum juga punya kepastian ini kapan sih ngga jomblo lagi, menyadarkan ct kalau nantinya besar kemungkinan ogut akan jadi Bridesmaid untuk sodara sendiri. Tahun lalu Uput udah nikah, qadarullah ct ngga sempat datang tapi. dan tahun ini Uyup yang nikah. Senang rasanya lihat adek-adek gw udah punya komitmen untuk bertanggung jawab bukan hanya untuk diri sendiri. 

Target #pakgawibermenantu2020 kita gagal total, juga manteman aku pernah nanya : 

“Fad, adek lu kan cakep-cakep nih, udah wisuda pula, pemikirannya asik pula. Gimana kalau misalnya lu dilangkahin adek lu?”

Berat ya. Tapi aku diajarkan dengan baik sama Pak Gawi kalau rezeki, jodoh, dan maut merupakan kehendak Yang Maha Kuasa, bukan kehendak mahluk yang apa-apa galau kek aku. Jadi jika adek-adek udah punya pemikiran dan persiapan yang mumpuni buat, “baiklah aku duluan” ya silahkan. Tapi jika kamu ngga tega lihat aku ngga punya pasangan dinikahannya adek aku. Sini woy, jangan diam aja, ngasih harapan, tapi ngga berani ngomong, iyaaaa sini.

Uuhuuukk...

Sama seperti harus sabarnya kita ketika seseorang yang kita sayangi berpulang.

Malam itu aku udah nungguin di IGD karena Mak ngabarin kondisi Cik menurun. Aku ngga tau yang dimaksud menurun ini gimana, ngga ada keterangan yang cukup jelas. Saat ambulannya datang, Najhan turun dengan mata yang basah, langsung lari dan meluk aku “ Kak, bundaaaaa”

Cik datang dengan GCS 3. Bapak yang juga lagi sakit nyusul dari Mersam datang ke RS juga buat lihat keadaan adiknya. IGD tetiba rasanya jadi asing ketika yang terbaring di bed resusitasi adalah orang yang kamu sayang. Kondisi cik sempat membaik setelah dapat bantuan oksigen dan therapi bahkan cukup stabil sampai bisa kita lakukan pemeriksaan radiologi. Kesadarannya juga CM sampai bisa diajak bicara, Cik bilang “Kak, litak nian, Kak....” Sedih bgt rasanya, tapi ngga boleh nangis dan harus kelihatan tegar karena disamping, ada Bapak yang selalu nanyain angka-angka di monitor. Setelah berjuang sekitar 5 jam, Cik berpulang. Malam itu kita berbagi tugas, nemenin almarhumah pulang ke Mersam, gimana pelan-pelang ngasih kabar ke Gde, dampingin najhan, dan jemput Fikri di pesantren. Semua serba tiba-tiba, dan kami sungguh belum siap. Tapi kita ngga punya pilihan lain selain berserah diri kepada Allah.  Innalillahi wainna ilaihirajiun...

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1 Desember 2020, ultah Kabupaten Batanghari.

Setelah sekian purnama akhirnya nugas di rapat paripurna lagi. Bukan yang pake selempang jejer di depan tapi, ya. udah ngga pantes. Kita “protokoler”nya saja. Di tugas kali ini juga jumpa lagi sama Gadis Anita yang sekarang menjabat sebagai Ketua DPRD Kab. Batanghari. Pertamakali setelah terakhir ketemu kira-kira tahun 2013 deh kayanya. Padahal pernah ada di event yang sama, juga rumah kita sebenarnya deketan. Tapi belum bisa ketemu atau ngobrol langsung. Jadi kuning pernah cerita, kalau belio selama ini ngga tahu kalau Fadlah ini anaknya Wak Gawi. Baru tau setelah manteman kuning nanyain “Kakak”. “Lha kak Fadlah kaka nya Nia? anaknya Wak Gawi?” Hehehehe.. Gpp dek. Dulu waktu di Muaro Sebo Ulu, kak fad malah dikira pembokatnya Pak Gawi. Kurang mirip kali yak?

Begitulah, Dulu pernah sama-sama tugas penyambutan, sekarang beliaunya disambut, ya kita masih gini-gini aja :D 

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Sudah hampir akhir tahun tapi pandemi belum usai. Akhir november salah satu teman kita ngelapor ada gejala anosmia, kemudian di swab PCR dan hasilinya positif. Maka untu screening kita satu tim isolasi mandiri dan juga diswab. Buat yang sepanjang pandemi ini belum pernah dilakukan uji swab dan nanya gimana rasanya? Bersyukurlah kalian. Di swab itu rasanya kaya lagi korek telinga biasa, tapi cottonbud nya agak gedean dan dikoreknya itu di tenggorokan dan hidung. Ngga sakit sih, cuma geli dan sungguh ngga nyaman. Salut dah buat yang harus berpergian selama pandemi ini dan pasrah aja diswab berkali-kali. Alhamdulillah hasil swab ct negatif, hingga besoknya bisa ikut pemilihan kepala daerah. Padahal udah membayangkan akan didatangi abang-abang pake hazmat logo KPU ke rumah. 

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*)Sosialisasi Asuhan keperawatan Neonatus berbasis SDKI, SLKI, SIKI di ruang perinatologi. Alhamdulillah, setelah setahun pernyusunan dan revisi, februari ini askepnya mulai digunakan.

Tahun berganti dan akhirnya udah Januari lagi. Baiklah ini memang ngga usia remaja lagi gaes. Udah dewasa tua ini mah. Jadi udah haram hukumnya main-main, ingat itu, fad. 

Etapi gimana ya. Waktu kita berusaha bantuin dan melakukan yang terbaik dibilanganya “Kamu terlalu baik buat aku”. Tapi ketika kita jadi independent women bilangnya “Den ukua badan jo bayang-bayang...” Maka sekarang mau belajar jadi ciwi-ciwi lucu ajalah biar ngga dikira elegant banget, tapi takutnya ntah dikira ngelawak? ngga serius? jadi gimana dong mau serius apa main-main?

Intinya ngga berharap banyak sih, karena emang di umur segini ngga cukup cuma berharap. Ntar udah berharap sama yang ngasih harapan tau-taunya cuma harapan palsu. Kan sakit yah. Jadi akutuh cuma berharap kesehatan dan kebahagiaan buat Pak Gawi dan Mami Jejen. Semoga mereka sehat selalu, diberikan umur yang panjang, rizki yang melimpah, anak-anaknya tumbuh menjadi anak yang baik, berguna bagi nusa, bangsa dan agama. 

Semoga harapan Pak gawi dan Mami Jejen buat menghabiskan masa Pensiun di Rumah Mersam dengan nyaman terwujud. Pak Gawi udah nanam sawo sama jambu di samping rumah, katanya buat cucunya besok kalau liburan panen buah-buahan. Semoga harapannya terwujud ya pak. Ct cari menantunya bapak dulu.

Ah udah ah ngelantur.

Selamat menua diri sendiri. Dunia ini jahat, tapi kamu harus tetap baik. Jika sepanjang catatan ini aku terlihat hopeless, ngga koq. Aku baik-baik saja. Tapi akan lebih baik jika bersama kamu. , 

Masyaallah, ini ngga kamu banget, fad!

 Muara bulian, 03/02/2021

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Leonora Carrington  -  Ulu's Pants    (oil on canvas, 1952)

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Leonora Carrington, Ulu’s Pants, 1952, Oil and tempera on panel, 55 x 91 cm, Private Collection, © Estate of Leonora Carrington

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#whenitrainsitpours Ulu was the yin to Qavvik’s yang, for 14 years they had spent almost every single day together. They’ve been with me for a third of my life, most of me & my wife’s relationship & they have been there for many of the most important events in our lives. To see that she was so heartbroken after he passed that 5 days later she decided to leave, too was extremely excruciating. She loved us but loved him more, it was true love. Together again, Bull Cassidy & the Fun Pants Kid are riding into the sunset, together again! 💔😢🌈 #ulu #qavvik #truelove #inbullywetrust https://www.instagram.com/p/B8b6XSQD_jo/?igshid=xpre37rf69j7

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ANATA : Jejak

Apasih yang ada di otak anak remaja Indonesia yang masih menjejaki bangku sma kalau bukan nongkrong, ngopi, ngerokok, cinta, dan hal-hal yang gapenting lainnya. Iya, gua ngalamin itu semua, masa-masa gua serasa gapunya tujuan hidup, belajar tanpa tujuan, makan di warung  setiap hari nongkrong di cafe andalan gua yang berada di salah satu sudut kota bandung, dan itu adalah saat dimana gua dikatakan bodoh karena cinta oleh teman-teman satu tongkrongan gua.

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Gua, Dimas, dan Boim berencana untuk berkumpul selepas sekolah nanti. Kata Boim sekadar melepas suntuk dan penat hari ini, padahal ketika di sekolah, waktu yang sangat berharga tidak pernah kita gunakan untuk menyerap pelajaran dengan baik, pelajaran kita biarkan sekadar lewat di ingatan dan tak pernah kita ingat kembali. Tapi tidak sepenuhnya kita lupakan, kadang materi yang bisa menjadi bahan puisi akan dengan mudah teringat dikepala tanpa harus bersusah payah mengingatnya.

Sore itu, sepulang sekolah, gua dengan boim berencana untuk ngumpul selepas sekolah bareng anak-anak tongkrongan lainnya. Jam pelajaran terkhir pun usai, gua dan boim pun bergegas ke parkiran motor untuk menemui anak-anak tongkrongan yang sudah berkumpul lebih dahulu daripada kita. Kita pun menghampiri mereka yang sudah duduk santai dibawah pohon rindang.

“Assalamu’alaikum barudak,”

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” serentak mereka menjawabnya

“Jadi kemana nih hari ini?”

“Ngopi ke tempat biasa aja?” acil menyaut memberikan jawaban

“Ada yang punya saran tempat lain?”

Seketika suasana menjadi hening sejenak, seraya tiap orang yang berada disana memikirkan tujuan kami.

“Bu dewo aja, udah lama juga gamakan disana,” adit menyaut memecah keheningan.

“bu dewo aja nih? Yang lain setuju ga?” boim, menanyakan kepada anak-anak tongkrongan.

“gas lah, dah pada laper juga nih muka” gua spontan menjawab pertanyaan boim tadi.

Kami semua lantas pergi ke warung bu dewo yang berada di dekat salah satu universitas ternama di Indonesia yang berada di Kota Bandung. Siapa yang gakenal ITB, salah satu universitas papan atas yang semua orang dari penjuru Indonesia ingin menjadi bagian dari keluarga besar ITB.

Selain karena ITB termasuk universitas yang bagus dan menjanjikan, bandung juga merupakan kota yang nyaman untuk pelajar, mulai dari harga makanan sehari-hari yang ramah terhadap kantong mahasiswa, udara yang sejuk juga menjadi salah satu faktor pendorong bagi gua untuk mau melanjutkan Pendidikan di ITB.

Ohh, dan satu lagi, ITB dikenal dengan kampusnya penulis novel dilan & milea, atau yang biasa kita kenal pidi baiq. Beberpa karyanya pun mengambil latar di ITB. Contohnya yaitu dilan yang diceritakan menjadi mahasiswa ITB Fakultas Seni Rupa dan Desain, adapun film yang pernah diangkat ke layer lebar yang berjudul “Koboy Kampus,” ITB, kampus yang selain banyak prestasi tercatat didalamnya, banyak pula cerita terukir di dalamnya, dari yang terpedih sampai hal paling bahagia.

“SAMPURASUN!” seisi warung pun menoleh kearah gua yang memasang muka tanpa dosa.

“Rampess, ehh si ujang Kamana wae atuh,”

ibu warung pun bergegas keluar menghampiri gua bersama anak-anak yang baru saja turun dari kendaraan masing-masing.

“Di sekolah atuh bu, kaya biasa, menghabiskan waktu dengan menyimak khotbah dari para guru,”

“Tidur kali ah kamu mah, mau pesen apa?”

“Biasa bu, nasi goreng setengah, sama es teh manis.”

Bu dewo pun masuk kembali ke dapur selagi mengacungkan jempol tanda paham. Gua punmengajak boim untuk duduk di samping gua agar lebih mudah untuh berbincang.

“Im, kata si Dimas lu lagi ngedeketin cewe, siapa tuh, cerita lah,”

Ohiya, boim ini temen gua dari kelas 10, sebenarnya kita udah kenal satu sama lain dari saat mos, namun kelas 10 yang menyatukan kita, dua individu yang bodohnya beda sedikit. Bedanya gua dengan mudah di bodohi oleh cinta. Boim? Gatau deh, dia deket sama cewe aja ga cerita ke gua, gimana gua mau tau cerita cinta dia.

“Yailah, percaya aja lu dam, lu kan tau sendiri gua ngobrol sama cewe aja jarang, gimana gua mau ngedeketin,”

“Terus awal kelas 11 tuh apaan, ngedeketin dua cewe sekaligus, sampe bingung mau milih yang mana,” jawab gua sambil meminum es teh yang baru saja dating.

“Yaitu kan dulu dam,”

“Iya kan sekarang juga gaada yang tau lu udah berubah apa belom.”

Obrolan terhenti sejenak, mengingat makanan yang kita pesan sudah datang. Gua langsung melahap paket hemat yang selalu gua pesan jika datang ke warung bu dewo. Selain murah, disini juga menghidangkan makanan yang cukup enak, dan bisa memesan berdasarkan request kita sendiri.

“Minta rokok donga dit, asem nih mulut,” ucap gua yang sudah lebih dahulu menghabiskan makanan.

“Minta mulu lu, beli apa,” jawab Adit dengan mulut yang masih penuh nasi seraya mengeluarkan sebatang rokok dari ssakunya.

“iya elah, nanti gua beli sendiri. Abisin aja dulu tuh nasi di mulut.”

Gua pun menyalakan sebatang rokok yang baru saja gua dapatkan dari Adit. Di Bandung ini paling nikmat ngerokok sembari menikmati udara sejuk, ditambah melihat langit yang perlahan berawan.

“Eh, si Dimas mana? Gaikut dia?”

“Gaikut dam, katanya dia ada urusan dirumah, dia juga tadi buru-buru pulang,” jawab acil.

“lah tumbenan dia langsung pulang gitu,”

“Gatau dah, semoga aja gaada apa apa,”

“Semoga.” Jawab gua mengakhiri perbincangan.

Gua pun melanjutkan menghisap sebatang rokok yang sudah habis setengah, sementara teman-teman gua yang lain asik dengan handphone-nya masing-masing. Emang susah ya zaman sekarang kalo mau ngumpul tanpa dipisahkan dengan handphone, kaya hamper gamungkin aja, mengingat handphone sudah jadi kebutuhan pokok.

Gua akhirnya memutuskan untuk mencari kesibukan sendiri. Akhirnya gua memutuskan untuk mampir ke warung terdekat untuk membeli beberapa batang rokok. Memang gabisa dipungkiri, merokok punya kenikmatan sendiri, mulai dari menikmati manis yang dapat dirasakan ketika bibir menyentuh filternya, menikmati hisapan demi hisapan asapnya, lalu menghembuskan kembali asapnya keluar. Semuanya bersatu menjadi satu kenikmatan yang ga semua orang dapat menikmatinya.

“Im, lu udah solat belom?” Tanya gua sembari mematikan punting rokok yang sudah mau habis.

“Belom, lu udah?”

“Belom, ayo dah solat dulu. Mereka tar aja, masih pada asik main,”

“Oke, eh Cil, lu udah solat?”

“Belom, ayo dah bareng,”

Gua, Boim, dan Acil pun berjalan menuju masjid yang tepat berada di seberang warung Bu Dewo. Sebenarnya, gaterlalu di seberang sih, kita harus berjalan dulu ke dalam kawasan masjid.

Selesai solat ashar, gua memutuskan untuk ga langsung kembali ke warung Bu Dewo, gua memilih untuk berdiam diri di pelataran masjid bersama boim sementara acil terlebih dahulu kembali ke warung Bu Dewo. Pelataran masjid ini dikenal merupakan tempat yang nyaman untuk berdiam diri, udara yang sejuk pun menjadi salah satu faktor pendukung untuk bisa menikmati lamunan sore.

“Im, lu tau kan gua lagi deket sama siapa,” Tanya gua memecahkan lamunan kita berdua.

“Iya tau, kenapa dam?” tanya Boim dengan muka kebingungan.

“Hmm,”

Keheningan terjadi beberapa saat setelah Boim menanyakan hal tersebut. Gua pun memikirkan pertanyaan yang dari tadi terbayang di dalam kepala gua, seketika hilang ketika gua ingin menanyakan hal tersebut kepada Boim. Entah kenapa, setiap ada hal yang berkaitan dengan cewe yang udah gua deketin selama hampir setahun ini, gua selalu termenung beberapa saat, seakan kepala kosong dibuatnya.

“Menurut lu gua pantes ga Im buat dia?” Tanya gua menghentikan keheningan yang gua buat barusan.

“Lu kenapa Dam?” Tanya boim dengan muka penasaran.

“Gapapa, Cuma kadang gua jadi mikir aja, mungkin gua selama ini ngedeketin dia tanpa ada hasil sedikit pun karena gua kurang baik buat dia. Mungkin Tuhan punya orang lain yang lebih pantes buat dia,”

“Gagitu Dam, mungkin emang belum waktunya aja, mungkin selama ini lu dapetin cewe dengan gampangnya, jadi inilah cara Tuhan untuk melatih lu bersabar,”

“Dam, gaada yang namanya orang ga pantes, semua orang pasti pantas untuk ngedapatin seseorang, yang harus lu tanyakan it ulu di ciptakan buat dia apa ngga. Karna sepantas-pantasnya lu buat dia, kalo lu ga tercipta buat dia, ya lu bisa apa.” Sambung Boim.

Lagi-lagi, gua dan Boim terdiam di pelataran masjid, dengan pertanyaan yang masih terngiang-ngiang di kepala, serta jawaban dari Boim yang turut mengisi kepala gua untuk saat ini.

“Dam, balik yu, pengen minum gua,” Seru Boim ke gua yang sedang termenung.

“Oh iya, ayo gua juga pengen minum juga.”

Gua pun kembali ke warung untuk berkumpul kembali Bersama anak-anak tongkrongan.  Pikiran yang awalnya terasa terbebani dengan beberapa pertanyaan, terasa lebih ringan karena jawaban Boim.

“Im,” Panggil gua ke boim yang tepat berada di sebelah gua.

“Yo?”

“Makasih ya udah ngasih gua jawaban tadi,”

“Yaelah melankolis amat lu kaya fiersa besari,”

“Merusak momen termenung gua aja lu, kaya deni cagur,”

“Iye santai aja, ngerokok aja gih biar lebih tenang lagi.”

“Iya santai.”

Udah biasa memang kalau minta saran ke anak iblis satu ini, walaupun berujung dengan saling ejek, tapi Boim selalu ngasih gua jawaban terbaik yang ada dipikiran dia. Mungkin dia adalah salah satu anugrah dari Tuhan untuk gua yang disebut bodoh karena cinta, baik oleh anak tongkrongan, maupun anak kelas gua.

Sebelum kembali ke warung, gua menyempatkan diri untuk membeli minuman dingin yang di jajakan dipinggir jalan. Terlihat dari jauh muka masam anak-anak tongkrongan gua yang penyebabnya udah bisa gua tebak tanpa harus bertanya mengapa.

“Asem amat tuh muka, kenapa lu pada?” Tanya gua sambil menepuk pundak adit yang sedang Nampak kesal akan kekalahannya

“Kalah mulu anjir, kesel gua,” Jawab adit dengan muka yang udah ga berbentuk layaknya squishy yang baru saja diremas Ria Ricis.

“Makanya, kalo lagi bareng nikmati aja dulu momen bersama atuh bro, bentar lagi kita bakal di acak lagi kelasnya, masa masih fokus handphone-nya masing-masing,” Sambung Boim yang sedang memberikan ceramah singkat kepada teman-temannya yang selalu sibuk kepada handphone-nya masing-masing.

“Iye dah pak haji daging,” Acil dengan muka ketusnya menanggapi omongan Boim barusan.

“Yaudah nih nyebat dulu aja dah,” Ucap gua seraya menawarkan rokok milik Adit yang dari tadi tergeletak kebuka.

“Enak ya rokok orang main asal kasih aja,” ucap Adit dengan muka ketusnya yang kalo diliat-liat mirip Choji di film Naruto.

“Yaelah sebatang doang dit, busetdah.”

“Sedikit demi-sedikit, lama-lama rokok gua abis anjir,” dengan lihai tangan Choji merenggut sebungkus rokok Marlboro merah yang tadinya sudah berada di dalam genggaman gua. Memang dunia yang pelit, perihal rokok sebatang aja susah banget buat ngikhlasin.

“Yah, rokok aja ditahan, masa ke temen sendiri gitu Dit,” ucap Riza yang baru saja sadar dari lamunannya meratapi kekalahan. Setelah gua liat-liat lagi waktu dia lagi ngelamun, dia lebih mirip orang yang lagi BAB tapi lupa bawa handphone ke toilet.

“Yaudah lu juga buka lah rokok lu, bair gaminta ke gua semua.,” sambung Choji yang masih bertahan dengan intonasi ketusnya.

“Ngga dah, sisa 2 batang lagi.”

“Ya lu itu juga nahan ya tai.”

“Lah ngga, gua kalo lagi ngeluarin tai mah gapernah gua tahan, gua ikhlasin aja semua keluar biar bisa cepet selesainya.”

“Iya dah ja ah, nyesel gua kenal sama manusia bernama Rija.”

“Yaelah nanti kalo gaada gua lu kangen Dit,” ucap Riza sambil tertawa kecil disertai dengan getaran dariri perut yang ia miliki.

“Najis, mendingan gua kangen sama cewe gua lah dari pada gua kangen sama lu, ngabisin waktu doang.”

“Iye dah, yang penting gua dapet rokok lu hehehe.”

Gua, Boim, serta anak-anak yang berada disana hanya bisa tertawa melihat Adit dan Riza adu mulut. Memang sudah menjadi hal yang biasa kalo Riza dan Adit saling ngatain atau adu mulut, malah kita yang dibuat bingung kalua mereka berdua akur, karena momen-momen mereka akur adalah hal paling langka diantara anak-anak tongkrongan gua.

Setelah perdebatan Adit & Riza yang dipenuhi tawa, suasana kembali sunyi, kita kembali ke kehidupan masing-masing. Gua yang asik dengan rokok gua, Boim yang lagi asik mempersiapkan konten podcast-nya, begitupula anak tongkrongan gua, ada beberapa yang sekadar membuka Instagram, ada yang mengabarkan pasangannya masing-masing.

Monoton banget pikir gua, isi cerita perkumpulan anak-anak SMA zaman sekarang hanya sebatan rokok, ngopi, main hp, ga lebih ga kurang, juju raja pasti isi tongkrongan lu juga ga berbeda jauh sama tongkrongan gua. Andai aja cerita di tongkrongan gua mirip kaya tongkrongan Dilan, pasti gua udah bikin novel kaya Pidi Baiq yang udah dibaca sama beribu orang, bahkan udah masuk ke layar tancap.

Sayangnya mau tongkrongan gua, mau kisah cinta gua gaada yang sebagus kisah Dilan si anak Betawi. Jangankan buat gombal langsung ke cewe, gua ngeliat cewe yang gua taksir aja langsung keringet dingin, gimana mau gombalin cewe. Lagipula selama dua tahun ini gua di SMA gua baru suka ke dua cewe, yang pertama berakhir friendzone, yang kedua gua masinh bingung harus gimana sampe sekarang.

Boim saksinya, dia yang paling tau tentang kehidupan percintaan sebelah tangan gua. Bahkan disaat gua belum cerita kalo gua udah move on dari yang pertama, dia langsung tau gua move on ke siapa. Udah banyak bukti yang bisa menjadi bukti bahwa Boim ini salah satu temen baik gua, salah satunya yang tadi, itu adalah bukti kalua udah ada hubungan batiniah yang kuat antara gua sama Boim, tapi gua curiga dia ikut komunitas cenayang, ga mungkin, mana bisa orang kaya dia masuk komunitas cenayang, muka dia lebih pantas kalo jadi boneka voodoo daripada jadi cenayang.

“Dam, lu balik bareng siapa?” Tanya Boim, memang cenayang anak satu ini, tau aja gua masih mikir gimana cara balik.

“Gatau Im, paling naik ojol aja gua, kenapa emang?”

“Bareng aja dah, sekalian gua searah juga kan sama lu.”

“Alah mantap! Hayu dah.”

Gua sama Boim akhirnya pulang lebih dulu, mengingat langit sudah mulai mendung waktu itu. Baru setengah perjalanan, ujan pun turun yang membuat gua sama Boim menjadi layaknya vampire yang baru saja kena cahaya.

“ANJIR UJAN WOY, MINGGIR DULU MINGGIR,” Teriak gua yang panik duluan disbanding Boim.

“Santai elah buset dahh.” Ucap Boim sembari meminggirkan motornya ke salah satu mini market yang ada.

“Neduh dulu aja dah Im.”

“Iye santai”

Gua dan Boim memutuskan untuk berhenti sejenak dikarenakan hujan yang makin deras. Gua pun menyalakan sebatang rokok untuk menghangatkan badan gua yang tadi terkena hujan.

“Im, lu tau kan gua deket sama siapa. Kayanya gua bakal nembak dia.”

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[hinxlinx]

Daily #Art - Day 04-06-19 (2019) Leonora Carrington A 2nd tribute to surrealist artist Leonora Carrington (Apr 6th, 1917 - May 25th, 2011), with a portrait of her in her youth, plus a zebra like beast from her self portrait called "Inn of the Dawn Horse" (1936), and elements from "Ulu's Pants" (1952). (#15,563 / #153 / #54)

[migleefulmoments]

...How did racism even come into question regarding the baseball caps? I’m confused

I stand corrected, it was a Latino customer who called racism.

The tinhatters must check the Yelp review daily.

Tramp Stamp Granny’s has a great Yelp score.

There are only a couple of low scores and the rest are 4 or 5 stars.  

They have a dress code: Dress to Impress. No baseball caps, athletic jerseys, shorts, flip flops. Shirts and shoes must be worn at all times.  It’s on their website.

They pulled a review off Google (they check TSG’s Google reviews TOO?)

Anonymous asked:

How do you know what people were asked?

ajw720

It is absolutely a dress code targeted at minorities.

And nonnie, all we ask is before you approach us to tell us we are wrong to do some basic research. These reviews are very easy to find.

I’m sorry but how is that targeted at minorities? White dudes dress like slobs -aka wear baseball hats and jerseys -too. Darren is half Filipino and Mia is half Jewish, both minorities. 

I don’t understand the CC fandom pretending that Darren doesn’t own TSG’s and therefore isn’t the one who made this policy along with Mia. 

Clapping back at the anon for a simple statement is insane.

Another comment from ajw:

The Roach Motel (thank you my friend for my new favorite name for the strip joint) has a “no caps” policy, but apparently other types of hats are ok.  This review is quite eye opening (x):

No caps policy is high key racist guys.Was told to take my hat off.Saw six patrons AND the bartender wearing hats.Put mine back on.Security rushed me.I said I saw lots of people in hats.Called me a liar.I pointed them out.“those aren’t hats, they are beanies, fedoras, and cabbie hats.”So what’s wrong with my hat?“no caps”Like… we get it. You don’t want the kind of people who wear baseball caps… hmmm wonder what crowd they are trying to keep out????? 

Total discrimination nonnie, and i know a lot of places do it, but that doesn’t make it right.  IF you don’t want caps, it should be no hats. Period.

As an aside, M just got her hair highlighted.  Makes you wonder why she is wearing a hat? Maybe going to L/ulu’s friend didn’t work out so well?

They also say no athlete jerseys and shorts so does that mean they should just go with no shirts or pants. Also no flip flops- is that misogynistic? They are just trying to keep a higher class vibe than running in wearing your most laid-back comfy clothes you wear at home. Dress up to go to a fancy place.

[dimensionsunited]

FEBRUARY 2019 DIMENSIONS ENTERTAINMENT SCHEDULES & REVIEW

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A solo para of 400+ words based on their monthly schedule (does not count toward your monthly total).

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Threads do not have to take place directly during an important date listed on the schedule, but must be related to what the muse is mentioned to be doing in the paragraph explaining their schedule/the company’s schedule for the month and/or their thoughts on the mentioned activities or lack thereof.

These schedules may be updated throughout the month if new information needs to be added.

Overall Company

The drama and possible legal problems brought to Dimensions this month in response to Gal.actic’s comeback aren’t a good sign, but any publicity is good publicity and Dimensions has gotten much worse publicity in the past. There’s currently no intent to cut back on the plans already presented to the investors for the year, so the company will be going forward with a full company Summer Package, including video and picture content which all idols under the company will shoot the first company photo shoot for this month.

Important dates:

February 4-6: Artists free from schedules for Seollal.

February 23: Day one of full company photo shoot at an indoor water park.

February 24: Day two of full company photo shoot at an indoor water park.

Dimensions Soloist 1

After a month that was mostly a break in January, she’sback to work and preparing for her very quickly approaching Seoul concert and the following world tour in late spring. She’s also in the studio to record for some songs, review some demos, and work with producers on a comeback for next month. She’ll be attending a radio show guesting with the company’s other soloist as well.

Important dates:

February 18: Guesting on Kiss The Radio radio show with Dimensions Soloist 2.

Dimensions Soloist 2

His busking last month earned some buzz and even some new fans, so now Dimensions is finalizing the picks for the track list of his next album, and he’ll be spending some time in the studio working on that as well as being in and out of meetings on his anticipated first solo concert in a few months. He’ll be attending a radio show guesting with the company’s other soloist as well.

Important dates:

February 18: Guesting on Kiss The Radio radio show with Dimensions Soloist 1.

Gal.actic

The comeback seems to be going incredibly well as the month starts, and the single even rises to Gal.actic’s highest weekly digital peak ever in its second week of release thanks to the right promotion on Dimensions’ part for once, but legal action from a men’s group in the second week of the month will bring the momentum to a halt (keep an eye out on the Exclusive blog for more details!) and brings about Dimensions removing them from a planned army performance and a few other small schedules to avoid further backlash, though they’ll go forward with all music show promotions through March 1.

Important dates:

February 1: Filming for Idol Room episode (airing February 12) + episode teaser VLive livestream following filming.

February 2: Filming for After School Club episode (airing February 19.)

February 3: Guesting on Arirang Radio Sound K radio show.

February 8: Fansign in Gangnam, Seoul.

February 10: Filming of Valentine’s Day vlog style video for Youtube preparing gifts for fans.

February 16: Fansign in Incheon.

Alien

Their comeback is next month, and Alien will film their music video in the first half of the month. To add to their planned Western push with this comeback, they’ll be back in the studio at the end of the month at Dimensions’ order to record a fully English version of the title track that will be released after their album. Ahead of their comeback, Alien has also been chosen as new brand models for TONYMOLY’s lip tints and will be filming a CF and doing a promotional photo shoot, both of which will release on Valentine’s Day. They’ll show a different side of the members that isn’t usually shown through their music and promotions. Each member is assigned a shade of lip tint as follows:

Leader/main rapper: "Red Hot”

Vocal/rapper: “Pink Coaster”

Main vocal: “Oh My Rose”

Lead vocal: "Chili Pepper”

Main dancer/lead vocal: "Spicy Ruby”

Maknae/lead rapper/lead dancer: "Baby Coral”

Important dates:

February 2: Tony Moly Lip Tint CF filming.

February 14: MV filming day one.

February 15: MV filming day two.

MARS

“Cactus” promotions wrap on the first day of the month. Promotions were mildly successful, although there was some brewing backlash online about the styling for the era, which is yet to be determined as a negative or a positive for the new stylists on MARS’ team. Most of this month has been set aside to prepare for their fanmeeting (filming VCRs, rehearsing, etc.) that will be at the beginning of March and two yet to be announced global fanmeeting dates that will be testing the waters for a world tour later in the year. The group will be doing a scheduled series of group and solo VLives this month where they’ll drop different small teasers for their upcoming fanmeeting, interact with fans, and play some group games during the two group VLives. All of the VLives will be supervised by managers. They’ll also be dropping by the dance studio of the choreographers for “Cactus” to help teach a class the choreography. The two main dancers will be assigned to take the lead with the choreographers, but the other members will lend a hand as well. A special dance practice video (dressed in casualwear instead of the infamous hot pants) will be filmed at the studio afterwards to be uploaded online.

Important dates:

February 1: End of “Cactus” promotions.

February 2: Group VLive.

February 7: [Leader, main dancer, lead vocal] VLive.

February 11: [Main vocal 1] VLive.

February 14: [Main vocal 2] VLive.

February 15: Special guests teachers at dance studio.

February 18: [Main rapper, lead dancer] VLive.

February 21: [Lead rapper, vocal] VLive.

February 25: [Maknae, main dancer, vocal] VLive.

February 28: Group VLive.

7ROPHY

They’re continuing to film their short weekly reality show for Youtube, but this month will switch the focus to more full group interactions and will give the fans a peak behind the scenes during dance rehearsals and studio time in the final preparations for the comeback next month. Most of the episodes filmed this month will be released after the comeback. 7ROPHY will also be asked, along with Lucid, last minute to fill in for Gal.actic’s cancelled performance for the army. 7ROPHY doesn’t have the strongest male fan base after their concept change, so they might not be the most popular group performing with the given audience, but it’s a good opportunity for publicity.

Important dates:

February 18: Performance in special show for the army alongside BEE, Lipstick, Lucid, Silhouette, and Fuse (performing: Hobgoblin, Black Dress, and Latata + a cover of “Tell Me”)

Unity

A few fan signs dot the end of “Simon Says” promotions, after which things kick into full gear behind the scenes for Unity’s upcoming concerts which will be taking place at Olympic Gymnastics Arena in Seoul during the second to last week of March. They’ll be in heavy rehearsal mode, especially at the end of the month, and will be doing photo shoots for concert promotion pictures.

Important dates:

February 8: Fansign in Incheon.

February 11: Fansign in Busan.

February 15: End of “Simon Says” promotions.

Lucid

In the first few days of the month while they’re in Seoul, Lucid will stop in the recording studio to record a cover of “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction that they’ll film a low-budget music video for while they’re in Paris. During the Europe leg of the tour, they’ll get to perform the solo cover stages they prepared (reminder: must be low production value — no extravagant concepts or stage decorations). They’ll still get Seollal off, but will be spending it in England. 7ROPHY and Lucid will be tapped this month last minute to fill in for Gal.actic’s cancelled performance for the army. The performance will be especially fruitful for Lucid, who will start to trend among male fan communities following videos of the performance being uploaded online.

Important dates:

February 3: “Fly High” tour concert at ULU Live in London, England.

February 7: “Fly High” tour concert at Lao Lisbo ao Vivio in Lisbon, Portugal.

February 8: “Fly High” tour concert at Sala Riviera in Madrid, Spain.

February 10: “Fly High” tour concert at Melkweg in Amsterdam, Netherlands.

February 11: “Fly High” tour concert at Columbia Theater in Berlin, Germany.

February 12: “Fly High” tour concert at Palladium in Warsaw, Poland.

February 14: “Fly High” tour concert at La Trianon in Paris, France.

February 16: Release of “Glass Bead” & Season of Glass mini-album showcase, promotions continue through March 16.

February 18: Performance in special show for the army alongside BEE, Lipstick, 7ROPHY, Silhouette, and Fuse (performing: Glass Bead and White  + covers of “Like Ooh-Ahh” and “Lucky Strike”)

February 20: Fansign in Yeouido, Seoul.

February 26: Fansign in Mapo, Seoul.