#wid rants

[artgletic]

PREVVVVVV THANK YOUUUUU i drew another for you ( :

so theres this embodiment of deception...

[cryptic--writing]

maybe for kinktober jamie with a virgin reader and he’s trying so hard to hold back and be all gentle for her even though he’s so used to being all rough and stuff with his previous gfs and groupies

also idk why but in my head this is going on on halloween n she’s dressed up like an angel which just sends him over the edge cause she just looks so sweet n innocent ☺️☺️

hihi!! happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!

gonna rush this rant bc Tumblr hates me smh but I changed it up a little bit so its still sweet and stuufff

word count: 3393

warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of achohol/drug use, loss of virginity, kinda confusing bc I wrote it over a course of days but yah

ALL HALLOWS EVE (1989)

I sat at the vanity in my own little apartment, carefully applying my makeup and eyeshadow, all to compliment my gorgeous angel costume I'd be wearing tonight. It was all nice and white with some faux feathers on the skirt on the top of the bodice like top. The skirt went right above my knees, the fabric sparkly and soft. I even had a little angel halo headband and some fake wings. I'd wear a matching pair of white heels to go with the whole look. My makeup was simple, though glittery and pastel. When I was done, I looked like a literal angel. The only thing missing was my other half, James. Even though I consistently pleaded for him to dress up and match with me, he refused, saying he was scary enough going as himself. That disappointed me, sure, but at least I'd still be going out with him.

The thing that disappointed me the most, was this party he was dragging me to. Well, disappointed isn't the right word. I've gone to many parties with James before, but I rarely have fun with them as he goes and drinks with his buddies and I have to just listen to them all talk, the only attention I receive being a  hand on my thigh or his arm on my waist. I hoped tonight would be different, with the halloween spirit maybe adding to the atmosphere this time. I was cut out of my thinking when I heard a familiar knock on my front door, meaning Jasmes was here and ready to pick me up. I grabbed my purse and quickly scurried to the door, opening it to see my gorgeous blonde.

“Jamie!” I smiled excitedly, wrapping my arms around him before pulling back to see a stunned expression from him. This worried me slightly. 

“What's wrong? Do you not like my costume?” I putted slightly, not wanting to disappoint him.

James slowly shook his head no, his eyes still blown wid, “No ,no, it's not that.. You're just.. You're stunning like that, the guys are gonna be all over you…” Hemumbled in slight disbelief, still taking in my perfect costume.

I smiled again, “Thanks! Let's start heading to the party,” I thanked him and suggested, and soon we walked out to his old car, getting in and driving to the house of one of his music friends. I'm not sure if it was another band, a record label person, or a manager, but they were rich. Rich rich. A giant mansion with a gate in front of it is what greeted us as we pulled up in front of the extravagant house, decorated with lights and with music blaring inside so loud you could hear it from out here. The collective cheers and laughs of people outside and inside were also prominent, the noise all quiet overwhelming.

We got out of the car, James quickly came to my side to snake his arm around my waist and hold me near, to ensure I wouldn't get separated or lost in the crowded home. We managed to navigate our way through the groups of people as we walked in, the building reeking of booze and smoke. Eventually James found some guys he knew from ‘way back’. I just did the usual, sitting there and looking pretty as he caught up with his old pals. I looked around the place, seeing different collectives of people engaging in different activities. Some were dressed up for Halloween, others weren't. Some were drunk as hell, some were still slightly sober. If they weren't drunk, they were high. Or getting high, watching people snort coke and smoke weed. I disliked these parties, so much. Not only were they boring, I always thought of them as somewhat dangerous. I knew these activities came with rockstar life, but I never liked seeing James indulge in them. 

I was snapped back to reality as James called my name, his friends asking me a question, which I reluctantly answered. I also found that I didn't really like any of his friends outside of the band. I loved Jason and we had grown close since his three year journey with the band. Of course I got along well with Kirk and Lars, too. I wondered if the rest of the band was here too.

“Jamie, are the other guys here too?” I asked, looking up at his blue eyes that finally met mine after finishing his conversation.

“Uhm, I'm not sure. I don't think so, Kirk is doing his own thing and I have no idea what Jason and Lars are up to,” He quickly responded to me before returning his attention back to his friends.

Great, now I was truly stuck here. I loved being around James, but his friends were the most boring guys. Well, I wouldn't say boring. They partied a lot, and did a lot. They were just not the type of people I wouldn't wanna be around.

After what felt like an eternity, James finally parted ways with his old friends, focussing his attention on me. Tonight felt different. Aside from the whole halloween thing. James seemed different tonight. Ever since he had picked me up, he had been acting differently. More touchy. His hand rubbed up and down my side instead of his arm just resting around my waist. I didn't think much of it though, as it didn't seem like much.

The second those guys were gone, his eyes were glued to me.

“Is something on your mind Jamie? You've been acting funny all night..” I used the pet name for the millionth time tonight, my favorite thing to call him.

James shrugged, “No, you're just really pretty tonight.. I'd rather just spend the rest of the night with you.. Alone..” He whispered the last part, but I didn't catch his meaning. AAll I knew is that meant I would get to leave this party and be alone with James. The only thing I have wanted all day.

“Sure! Lets head back to my place,” I responded with excitement, and James seemed more cheerful. We walked hand in hand back to his car, driving the distance back to my apartment.

The whole drive his hand was on my thigh, which was not unusual, but again, something felt different this time. I felt little butterflies flapping around in me at his more tight touch. I didn't think about it too much, since it didn't seem like much more than my boyfriend being affectionate towards me.

When we got home, he rushed us inside. Once the door was shut, he kissed me instantly. I giggled and kissed him back.

“What's that for?” I teased, but also confused why he couldn't wait for us to even sit down. 

“Just like you a lot..” He answered, kissing me again.

“Jamie, stop, you're smearing my lip gloss!” I giggled again, trying to push him back, and in which he started laughing too.

James stepped back, still laughing slightly. “Ok, o, sorry, didn't mean to. Let's sit down, yeah?” He responded, and soon we were on the couch next to each other watching a scary halloween movie. He had his arm strung around my shoulder as I leaned against him, placing my legs in his lap, keeping us close and comfy together.

We stayed like that for awhile, until I jumped at one of the jumpscares in the movie, causing me to flinch a bit. That's when I felt something. Something poked my leg lightly, and it was  coming from James.

“Jamie, what's poking me?” I questioned him, genuinely confused.

James’ face instantly flushed, his eyes avoiding mine. “It's nothing, baby, dont worry about it.. “ He mumbled in response and pushed my legs off of him.

I was even more confused at his new behavior, “James, what's going on? Is something wrong? ARe you hurt?” I began to worry, maybe he was hiding something from me..

James just sighed, “I don't wanna force you into anything you're not ready for..” He mumbled in response, clearly embarrassed.

This confused me even more. What could he be forcing me into? “Jamie, tell me please.. You're worrying me…” I pleaded with him.

This time he just shrugged, “It's just… you're dressed like that… all pretty and shit.. And you're legs on my lap.. It.. uhm..” James searched for the right words, “It, it turns me on..” He finally admitted. Though, it didn't help much as the term was foreign to me.

“What do you mean it turns you on?” I asked.

“Uhm… it makes me want to… yknow.. Have.. have sex with you.” He muttered in a final answer, and things slowly and somewhat clicked in my brain.

“Oh..” I responded as I tried to understand it all.

“I'm sorry, it's stupid, I shouldn't have said anything, ok? Maybe I should just go.” James responded in a rushed manner, starting to stand up and head for the door.

“Wait, no, stop, why are you leaving?” I quickly questioned, following after him and grabbing him by the wrist so he couldn't go further.

“Home, I made you uncomfortable clearly, and I know that's something you wanna wait on…” He mumbled in a guilty tone, as he truly idd feel remorse for his desire.

“No, Jamie, stay, please?” I asked him, and his eyes still refused to meet mine. “I think I am ready…” I whispered softly into his ear and kissed his cheek, which seemed to set off some alarm in his brain.

“Are you sure? I mean, would you have even suggested that if I didn't like.. Force you into it..? Baby, we really don't have to…” He mumbled again, still feeling guilty.

“I am sure, I was planning on it tonight anyway…” I responded softly. I don't even know if that's true. I wasn't sure about an exact day, but all I knew was soon, and with James.

His eyes slowly met mine, “Are you like, serious? I'm serious, if you don't want to-” I quickly cut him off with a kiss, and that seemed to answer his questions. Slowly he walked me to the bedroom, with him taking the lead and me walking backwards with how he pushed me. I felt his tongue slip in my mouth and things quickly grew more passionate as I opened the bedroom door handle, allowing us inside as he kicked it closed it with his foot, pushing me down on the bed, climbing on top of me, his lips still on mine.

James pulled away from me slowly, his eyes on mine as he slowly removed his shirt before reaching down to help undo and remove my top, leaving me in a white lacy bra as his hands trailed down to my skirt, pulling it down to reveal a matching pair of panties with a slight wet spot on it from my own growing arousal. 

James looked like he would stop functioning, his pupils blown wide as he stared at my heavily revealed form. It made me embarrassed, like I wanted to cover myself up. My cheeks flushed and I tried to look at anything besides James.

“Baby, is there something wrong?” His voice was soft and comforting, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek gently.

“No, nothing wrong,” I quickly answered, “Just… nervous.. That's all..” I answered in a shy tone.

James grabbed both sides of my head so I could look at him, staring into his soft blue eyes I had grown to love. “Ill be gentle, ok? And if you wanna stop, just tell me, we'll go at your pace.” James gently reassured me, and I found comfort in his words as I slowly nodded, and he began to unclasp my bra with ease, sliding it down my shoulders to reveal my bare breasts, my nipples hardening with the cool air of the room.

“Fuck, youre gorgeous, love..” He murmured in amazement, his rough hands gently coughing the soft skin, his thumbs gently grazing my nipples, eliciting a whine from me at the new sensation of pleasure. Before long he wrapped his lips around the pink bud, sucking lightly on the skin which made me moan, arching into his touch as his tongue swirled  around it.

James pulled away with a pop, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach until he reached the waistband of panties, which he removed with his teeth, pulling them down and lifting up my hips, leaving me completely naked and revealed to him. His eyes immediately landed on my damp folds, taking his finger and swiping it through my slit, which caused me to gasp softly at the contact. 

“So pretty…” He cooed, his finger collected my wetness and juices, gently pushing his finger inside me, letting out a moan at the sensations.

“Oh!” I moaned out at the stretch, and he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of my tight walls before adding a second finger, stretching me further as he prepared me for his cock.

“Holy shit, you're tight as hell…” James mumbled in astonishment, working his fingers in and out of my hole a little faster, building a pace that had me already writhing in pleasure. 

It wasn't long before I could feel myself clamping down on his fingers, a new heat pooling in my lower belly. “Jamie! Feel.. feels funny..!” I moaned, and James kissed my clit.

“Cum for me baby,” He encouraged, and I did just that, gushing and spasming around his fingers, my first orgasm hitting me like a truck, my mouth agape in a moan.

“Fuck baby, that was perfect..” James praised, slowly retracting his fingers, now glistening with my juices which he sucked off.

“Is that it…? I want more…” I mumbled softly, disappointed if this was the end.

James just chuckled, “No, were nowhere near done..” He purred, slipping down his pants to leave himself in just his boxers, which his erection strained against. He removed those as well, now his bare, large cock standing proudly between us, the tip red and dripping. Oh my God. There is no way that is fitting in me.

My eyes went wide with fear but also surprise. It just looked painful, watching him stroke himself a few times before lining up with my entrance.

James could notice the worry in my expression, my brows furrowed with concern. “Something wrong baby? You want me to wait a bit?” He asked softly, gently rubbing my sides as his eyes searched mine for any other signs of hesitation.

“I'm scared, what if it hurts..?” I questioned, my eyes still refusing to meet his.

“It might hurt a bit at thestar, but it'll all go away because you'll feel so good..” He reassured me.

I nodded slowly, my eyes meeting his finally as I assured him I was ready. With that, he slowly pushed into me, inch by inch as I squirmed and whined at the uncomfortable sensation of being stuffed. James kept going slowly until he reached the hilt, bottoming out completely. He stilled inside me, allowing me to stretch and adjust to accommodate him. His hand gently caressed my cheek to provide some comfort.

“Move… Please..” I whispered softly, needing more friction. James hesitated but began to thrust, slowly and gently to not hurt me. I moaned softly with every loving movement of his hips, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, youre so tight…” He purred, slowly building a pace as my moans grew in frequency and pitch. I could feel every part of him, his veins and ridges rubbing against my inner walls, my senses highetning along with my pleasure. 

After some time, he was ramming into me, hard and fast, yet with a firm gentleness. James hands were resting under my breasts, holding onto my torso as he watched them bounce from the impact. Tears were forming in my eyes in both pleasure and pain, and soon a  new pleasure was found. James moved one of his hands from my chest down to my clit, rubbing softly yet fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan even louder.

“Oh my God!” I called out, my back arching in pleasure from the newfound stimulation that made me see stars. The combination of hickok thrusting into me and his hand on my clit , I thought I would explode. I could die happily right now, with the man I love most giving me the best things I've ever felt in my life. Soon thongs were growing to be too much, and I could feel James twitching inside me as his thrust started to lose rhythm, groaning and panting softly as he plowed into me.

“Jamie, I think Im gonna..” I moaned, sensing another release creeping up on me. My walls were fluttering around his length, clamping down tighter and tighter than they already were.

“Fuck! Cum for me, baby….” He murmured in my ear, leaning down to press a searing kiss to my lips, my second orgasm crashing down on me as I moaned into his mouth, feeling him release at the same time as me, his warm white seed spilling into me and filling me to the brim. 

Our sweat foreheads clung together as we both tried to catch our breath, James pulling away from the kiss slowly as our eyes met again.

“You alright? Was it too much?” He was very out of breath, his word\s coming out in pants.

Was I alright? Hell, I had never felt better. Sure, I was a little sore, but I was basking in the afterglow of it all, my pleasure still waving and casting a blanket of comfort over me. I nodded, “Yeah, I'm fine… just a little sore..” I responded, my eyes holding his ice ones. 

“Good, I'm glad..” He responded, kissing me on the cheek gently before pulling out, the new empty feeling causing me to whine softly.

“I'll be back in a second, just gonna help clean us up, alright?” James informed me, and I gave him a silent nod as he went off into my bathroom, scrambling for a wash cloth and putting warm water on it. Soon he returned, nestling between my legs as he delicately cleaned my most sensitive parts. After he was done, he put back the wash cloth before helping me get under the covers and snuggling up next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me as he kissed the top of my head.

“You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you,” He praised, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck. All I could respond with was a contended hum before drifting asleep in his ars, feeling purely content and at peace.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so benjamin zephhaniah passed away yesterday.

though id reckon more people might recognise him as jeremiah jesus in peaky blinders, he was also a writer and a dub poet, and he was unquestionably one of the best british poets ever.

i dont want to write like a whole biography for him in this post because other people have done that much better than i can, but instead i just want to recommend his work. he has countless books, plays, poetry collections, albums, etc.

one of my favourite things about his poetry is how accessible it is and how he writes poems the way he speaks them, and in regard to that, i just want to share one of my favourite poems of his, Dis Poetry:

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots Dis poetry is designed fe rantin Dance hall style, big mouth chanting, Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep Preaching follow me Like yu is blind sheep, Dis poetry is not Party Political Not designed fe dose who are critical. Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed It gets into me dreadlocks It lingers around me head Dis poetry goes wid me as I pedal me bike I've tried Shakespeare, respect due dere But did is de stuff I like. Dis poetry is not afraid of going ina book Still dis poetry need ears fe hear an eyes fe hav a look Dis poetry is Verbal Riddim, no big words involved An if I hav a problem de riddim gets it solved, I've tried to be more romantic, it does nu good for me So I tek a Reggae Riddim an build me poetry, I could try be more personal But you've heard it all before, Pages of written words not needed Brain has many words in store, Yu could call dis poetry Dub Ranting De tongue plays a beat De body starts skanking, Dis poetry is quick an childish Dis poetry is fe de wise an foolish, Anybody can do it fe free, Dis poetry is fe yu an me, Don't stretch yu imagination Dis poetry is fe de good of de Nation, Chant, In de morning I chant In de night I chant In de darkness An under de spotlight, I pass thru University I pass thru Sociology An den I got a dread degree In Dreadfull Ghettology. Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or walk An when I am talking to meself in poetry I talk, Dis poetry is wid me, Below me an above, Dis poetry's from inside me It goes to yu WID LUV.

[craetor]

Here comes moot~! Thank you for your interest @13eyond13♥️ (tumblr for some reason won't allow editing on even ask drafts so this is what we're doing now)

4 + 1 for Light, Mello, L & Near it is!

(Taking "sad" literal here because the way they deal with stress is sad on its own.)

Near

Near is a quiet angry type. He does his best to not make a fuss and ignore his feelings when he feels hurt, in fear of making either bullying or the general energy in his environment worse if he lets it show. When he's been in a fight he tends to avoid talking it out with the goal of avoiding another frustrating conformation. When he argues he keeps it cool and on topic, thoughtful, trying his best to keep the quarrel pointed and structured to reach a consummate conclusion.

Near's mood is often low. He marinates in his sorrow until he can't take it anymore and then marinates some more. 25 year old Near is lonely with a hard shell built around him. And he's sad. But he doesn't do much about it except trying to distract himself with toys and work. Perhaps he thinks he's not worth the effort to begin with, perhaps is used to it.

Light

Light has evidently learned to keep in his anger until he's alone. I feel like he'd have a squishy or string to spool around his fingers in his pockets to wid down in public situations, since appearances matter to him so much. He's not the type to purposefully neglect his needs if it will affect his image.

When Light is upset, however, he often doesn't realize until it becomes too much. He probably likes a good cry upstairs in his room when the TV is on downstairs. Some part of me also feels like he couldn't help but pity himself in those times, resulting in a head-in-pillow or wrist over eyes dramatic scene.

Mello

Mello is calm and, despite a few fits of explosive rage when he sees himself deeply humiliated, knows how to stay grounded and not loose his wits. I believe he's quite proud of this as well, that is if he even takes notice of it at all, or if it is purely a subconscious restraint he's learned to strap himself into as a part of maturing.

In opposition to Light, for whom sadness is merely a blurry background occurrence, allowed to slowly build up from neglect, Mello's bothers are actively shoved in an overstocked closet with a gritted-teethed 'not now'. He has not learned that not taking care of melancholy on his own terms will result in it bursting free at inopportune times. It's an ever-present battle for him. He's got so much baggage..

L

L's 'anger' materializes frequently over his sharp tongue. This is more impatience that is easily cured by complaining or taking matters into his own hands. A truly despairing L will start ranting aloud or clench his teeth/put a tight grip on something (less a HC than blatant anaysis). He's never cleared a table but has definitely thought of it.

When L is sad he wallows in things that make him glad. Much like Near he uses work to distract his mind or make him feel like he's affluencial & productive. Of course he uses food, too and enjoys looking out of windows, scenery- or people watching. Sometimes even going to a quiet spot outdoors (a park, rooftop, balcony, a parking lot outside the hotel). Watari is his shoulder to cry on at his own offer. He knows well of L's burden and it's the least he can do to support him in his endeavors.

Thanks for reading, I'm happy to take more of these!

[daisy-day-4-u]

Cuz looks like they two of you one a skinny hot redhead o other girl like 10 years older and fatter😂 you catfish it wid 10 year old pics o youself😂

I'm sure other people also wonder about this. There are a few pictures taken during a photo shoot when I was 21, but most are recent. However, I'm a real person and life happens, over the past five years I've had 6 major surgeries due to endometriosis. Yes my body has changed, I'm now a 36DD 😘 I've never colored my hair but the color changes depending how much sun I get, I also sun burn if the sun looks at me wrong 😂 It's taken a lot to get to the point where I can be this confident in my body and my sexuality regarding kinks so I'm not going to apologize for it. Thank you for reading my rant if you made it this far ❤️

[silvvermst]

love your warren fics so much 🤧 🤧🤧, I dislike that the writers write warren was done dirty (I get angry when my favourite characters was done dirty by the writers). I am curious about about your thoughts of how the game handle warren? do you like it or there are some stuffs you would like to change?

I hope that you don't mind me that my selfship blog sending a ask to you 🙏🙏

ok, so to start off i loveeee warren's character overall (do not even fucking mention the "stalker" ordeal that the haters speculated becus if we start rn, i might actually be his personal defense attorney, right here, right now). but yes, going back to his character he is not entirely perfect, he had some flaws as well as other characters in the game. his idea of showing his affection could come off as too much (or from other players' gameplay, it could be creepy) is one of the flaws i saw in his character which just made him more human imo.

BUTT what i hated the most is that the game, didn't, and i mean, did not even try to give warren a chance as a love interest. the story game revolved around max and chloe either rekindling their friendship or growing their romance (based on player's choices) which made me wonder, why did they even created two love interests if they're gonna make us focus on the other one (man, before any of u come at me i soo love a good pricefield content. just so happens i love warren too much). becus i prefer it if the three of them became a trio instead, cuz think bout the potential???? a bi-disaster time traveller, blue hair punk wid daddy issues, and a punching bag/white knight??

though, if i do want some changes from the game it'd be to add justice to warren's character AS A ROMANTIC INTEREST

(this post exactly pictures what i want in lis)

https://www.tumblr.com/dalekofchaos/749391441864884224/choices-i-wouldve-added-to-life-is-strange?source=share

sorry for the long rant, i just love asks like these. and thanks for the compliment, u makin me blush (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

[kirchefuchs]

HELLO CERES!! I hope you're doing well!! I have come to rant about the Skip Button Ending <3

Tis I, your local overthinker, who takes everything seriously <33

distant, confused cheering

ANYWHOO SO

Did you know? If you listen closely, you can take notice of The Narrator going through the stages of grief as he and Stanley progress through the Steam Pressured Gas reviews:

Denial: "Surely, these reviews were glowing as well; weren't they?"

Anger: "UNFUNNY!?"

Bargaining: "Preachy? Stanley, I'm not preachy, am I? You could tell me if I'm preachy, honestly, you can–! ..Oh goodness.. Honestly, this is quite shocking for me.. I– I always–..

Depression: [continuation] ..well, to be honest, I had always thought of the game's dialogue as being rather terse to begin with. You can't know how much fluff I cut from the game to make it feel as light and airy as it– well... I always thought it did.. but maybe it wasn't.." || "I feel.. like a failure. Like I had let these people down.

and Acceptance: [continuation] ..perhaps The Stanley Parable isn't quite as sterling as I always remembered." || "...A Skip Button?.. ..Well.. Well, yes! Yes, I think we can do that! If I'm truly too preachy, then.. then maybe letting you skip ahead for just a moment surely, it couldn't hurt.." [can also be seen as bargaining]

Take this information however you want lol, this is just a little thing I noticed as I listened to The Skip Button Ending like a podcast while falling asleep last night (may or may not have gotten a Stanley Parable-themed dream shshshhdhd)

— 🅰️non || 05/01/2023 [I decided to add this just because lol. once again, hope ur doing okay, bud!! rest well <3 /p]

Mans really do be mourning the death of The Stanley Parable 2013, poor guy.

It always hurts to see him fall into accepting the game wasn't good enough just because of those handful of bad reviews. I don't know much about how the original did on Steam overall back then, but while obviously the game couldn't have been perfect for everyone, it still found its way to the people who did care, who did think it was perfect, who took it and thought to themselves "it's almost like this game was made for me".

Because that's the truth isn't it? The game was never made to be for everyone, it was made for the people who would love it and cherish it for what it is and what it will grow into being. I think that's where the Narrator really went wrong, as much as it hurts to say. He got so wrapped up in the positive feedback he fell into this delusion that the game was perfect and it was that way for everyone, when that is quite an impossibility. Then when he found the bad reviews instead of shifting his view to the reality that "while it was never perfect, it touched the hearts and connected with those who are important. Its good to take advice from the negativity, but you shouldnt dwell on it." He instead fell into another delusion of negativity where the bad reviews were right and the game could never have held up to any sort of praise. One extreme to another.

The truth is, while the Narrator always talks about catering to the player and capturing the hearts of the people, he fails to realize he already did that by just being himself. That you can never perfectly replicate a feeling from so long ago since people change and grow. He failed to understand that its okay that things change. It's okay for the game to do a little worse. It's okay for him to keep going and keep trying to make something new. Because we are here for the wid-eyed wonderment that comes with exploring a new story and a new path. Meeting new characters and greeting old ones. We loved the 2013 Stanley Parable yes, but we are old and wise enough to understand that it cannot feasibly be remade to perfection, and that new and different isn't always a bad thing. It's okay to keep growing. Better to grow and change than to stay where you are to be left behind and forgotten.

I think the Narrator needs a hug. For someone to tell him it's okay that what he made isn't perfect. It's okay it wasn't perfect because it was good. And that's the best anyone can hope to do.

[supermaks]

I rant so much to my sibling about how fucking idol coded Charles is and you can see it translate into the whole chirlie empire. The putting on the pedestal, super fucking parasocial vibes, feeling like you are owned their time and energy, thinking that you have a say about their dating life (also the vilification of Alex when we literally don't know shit about her) and he also kind of promotes it by not adding any boundaries "i will sign everything please don't ring the bell of my house" (like that is so idols being unable to tell creeps to fuck off because their companies want the money)

Other drivers have fans too and privacy issues come up now and again but it's just another level of shit with Charles that just keeps reminding me of the insanity of the k-pop circles

EXACTLYYY exactly exactly u described it perfectly. Especially that whole ig story politely asking people not to stalk him like bro tf u mean 'please dont come to my house😃' ... that was such idol behavior it was so scary. At least it seems he finally got some security. Listen f1 on this app is what it is but f1twt is another level some of those sharl pages are fr just repurposed army. I don’t think he ‘promotes’ it, it’s just the way he is yk he’s comfortable in front of cameras and he’s naturally very pleasant and charming and there’s nothing wrong wid that. Ferrari was always gonna be the hybe/kpop noise marketing team they just needed 2 young baddies to exploit and now they have them 😭

[rudo-lfium]

Warning: looooong ass post/rant

So I've watched Avatar in the theater (that stank of mice), and I found it offensive not only to my olfactory senses but to my intellect as well. The plot of The Way Of Water is so watery I am not even going to apologize for the clumsy pun.

This story, it's so silly, I don't even... I mean, James Cameron is such a grand figure in cinema, how did he allow for such a script to even see the light of day? I mean all you need to do when you are making up a story in a fantasy world populated with fantasy people is compare their actions with real people, ask yourself if that's what real people would do in such circumstances, and if the answer is "no", then you need to correct the story, otherwise it is not going to be credible!

But sea (ha-ha) for yourselves. Just try to take this in: so the "Earth baddies" return to Pandora to get Sully's treasonous ass. Yeah, sure, they let slip somewhere that they also want to do some colonizing and terraforming, but seeing that in all the 14 hours of screen time they did exactly none of that, the whole colonization thing must be just a side quest to them. Somehow Sully realizes that all the hubbub is about him personally, and he says to his wife and kids "Hey, I got a great idea, since these angry earth dudes are after me, our presence here in this village is endangering the other other villagers, so let's all up and leave, and run and hide, and this way we shall PROTECT the village!"

And guess what, his dumbass wife after a moment's hesitation says "Sure, that's a splendid idea, I fully endorse it, let's do it at once." And they pack the fuck up out of there and leave their kindred behind for the earth baddies to stomp (because, remember - they are still colonizing the shit out of Pandora no matter what). The Sacred Tree, the ancestors' graves, all of that legacy gets abandoned -- just run and hide. He was the Chief of the tribe, too, mind.

"When danger reared its ugly head

He bravely tucked his tail and fled

Brave, brave, brave

Sir Toruk-Makto!"

And they go and instead of settling on some distant uninhabited island where no one can find them, they join another village, so they can endanger THEM with their presence instead, which is what ultimately happens. Duh!

Yes, they travel a thousand miles and reach a tribe that lives on a collection of islands, like a beautiful archipelago, and they call themselves "the water people" or something, and not only do they speak the same language as Sully's tribe (a thousand miles away, okay?) but they also accept them with almost no reservation. In fact, the only one that's at all concerned about these newcomers is the Chief's wife, but do you know what she finds disturbing? Not the fact that these guys are running from an advancing army of alien, fucking, invaders but because their tails aren't of the same shape as hers! She looks at them and goes "Why joo want to stay wid us? You can't survive underwater with tails and hands like that!" And I'm looking at her like bish, are you alright? You're a LAND creature, ffs, you don't LIVE underwater either, you're a goddamn biped! You only dive in the water SOMETIMES to hunt or do synchronized swimming with f*cking turtles, etc. What do you mean "you wouldn't survive underwater"? And your ass would??

Anyway they start living with them, and life in this other tribe is complete goddamn paradise, there are no hardships of survival, no one works, no one gets sick, no one needs anything fixed, no one is constructing anything, there's just this complete and utter marine idyllic, all they do all day is frolic in the waves and TALK to sea animals. Yeah, you read that right. Animals all know sign language. There must be a co-ed na'vi-sea-turtle school somewhere on those islands that teaches finger alphabet to predominantly finned creatures of the sea, but they left it offscreen. Sometimes I felt like the movie was made by Disney and they somehow slapped Cameron's name on it without him knowing. The life of this water tribe is so absurdly hakuna-matata, it's like they're living inside an amusement park and all the rides are free. So you, as a spectator, spend about a week and a half watching them do underwater donuts astride Pandoran seals, and ride flying crocodile-fish, and talk to whales, and sometimes ponytail-fuck an underwater Sacred Tree (which appears to be a common occurrence on Pandora and thus loses all importance and meaning in the plot, so it's just there, because water people also want one, I guess). Oh yeah, and they learn to hold their breath underwater for an almost indefinite amount of time, thusly becoming "one" with the water tribe.

Naturally the Earth baddies follow Sully to the archipelago and turn everyone's life to shit, but instead of feeling an e-e-e-tsy bit annoyed with Sully's family for bringing the war with them, the water tribe is like "Yay, what joy! You are now our BRETHREN! In fact, we are so pleased with you, why don't you stay with us forever? Here's our underwater Sacred Tree, go pigtail-fuck it to complete the ritual!"

AND THEY DO.

THE END.

Yes, that is the story.

The war isn't even over, they haven't defeated anybody. The cliffhanger is left in place for "movie #3", undoubtedly. But wait, did I mention the villain? It's the Colonel from the first film. The dead Colonel whom Neytiri left skewered on a bunch of 12-foot long na'vi arrows. They resurrected him through a custom avatar that was grown especially for him back on Earth. No one knows why. So the movie can happen, I guess? Or maybe the Earth Armed Forces are experiencing a catastrophic shortage of Colonels, otherwise they'd sent someone else, but what can you do, there are no Colonels left, absolutely have to spend a gazillion space dollars on a bespoke avatar for this guy. And another gazillion on the members of his original squad, because apparently there's a shortage of privates as well. And a few gazillions more on putting together a space armada so he can get back to Pandora and hunt down Sully. Wait, wait, you may ask. So the whole purpose of this enterprise was that some Colonel can have his revenge on some private that's gone over to the other side in a war that took place in a past life? In another galaxy? Yes. Yes, that is so.

There are two more aspects that I found especially irksome. First, Sully keeps harping on how he wants to PROTECT his folks, how his role as a father is that of a DEFENDER. Then why in the fuck did you run away and leave your wife's people to an invading horde's mercy then? Why TF did you leave your own tribe behind? They named you Chief and entrusted their lives to you -- how could you abandon them in the face of an invasion from an aggressive alien race? Wouldn't staying and calling the banners on all the other tribes that you'd allegedly "united" as Toruk-Makto, and fighting back -- wouldn't that be the noble thing to do? The very idea that running away is somehow a manifestation of being protective is laughable. And so are all characters who agree with him without a hint of irony.

When else was Sully being protective, hmm, let me see, it must be when he said to his wife "Honey, the Colonel has got our daughters, grab our remaining kids and stay someplace safe while a gather a team of fierce warriors and go deal with the motherfucker and save our girls!" But that's not what he said. He was like "Um, honey, why should I risk my ass alone, you can shoot can't you? Let's go and risk our lives together, and fuck them kids who are bound to become orphaned should we fail!" Right, what a fatherly slash husbandly attitude.

The second thing is the whole "you must learn to stay underwater very-very long or else we aren't going to accept you in our water tribe" situation. You see, the final battle is taking place on a sinking human ship. I mean, it's sinking. Sure, the Colonel's gang has got your two girls tied up to a railing with some rope (not even a chain), but THE SHIP IS SINKING. Get the hint? It's removing itself from the surface of the sea, where everyone can breathe, and placing itself under the water, where you and family can hold your breath, like, forever, and all those bad guys CERTAINLY can't! LET THE FUCKER SINK, you idiot, wait for the bastards to suffocate and then go untie your daughters, I mean, if they can ride Pandoran giant herrings deep inside coral mazes and swim alongside whales while grabbing onto their fins for miles and miles -- surely they can endure a couple of minutes of HOLDING ABSOLUTELY STILL and waiting for their Dad to come fetch a knife? *shakes head* But no, no. We can't have that. Neytiri, Sully's wife, has had absolutely nothing to do this whole movie. She's just kind of *there*, like furniture. She *cried in anguish* twice but aside from that -- nothing. We need her to at least shoot her bow and arrows at somebody (a family heirloom pompously given to her by her late father), so let's engage in a life-threatening shootout with a squad of earth marines in avatar bodies armed with machine guns and grenade launchers, right? Because bows and arrows have worked so well in the past, right? Those Aztecs and Mayans sure did lick them pitiful conquistadors armed with their puny muskets and harquebuses, didn't they. *head shaking intensifies*

The theater was full, by the way. Every seat taken. No one left. With about 1.5 hours to go I stepped outside to quickly meet somebody about an errand. I must have spent about 15-20 minutes on it. When I came back, nothing changed. The mice still stank . People were still filling their seats, their eyes glued to the screen. "Oh my god," I thought to myself then. "I'm inside the Idiocracy movie."

[sxnicgoesfast]

I literally left all servers I was in that they were also in bc the constant having to walk on eggshells about the most mid and common occurrences in day to day life were so annoying.

Rant about your annoying sibling? Cavalry takes it as a personal attack

Rant about casual racism? Cavalry takes it as a personal attack

Rant about ableism towards a disability you have but they don’t? Cavalry takes it as a personal attack and so and so forth

It’s honestly fucking annoying. To keep it so expeditiously real I was so sick of bro coming in accusing people of talking about them when the context of the conversation would literally be in the fucking conversation or it would be the most common, worldwide fucking experience and they’d take it so hard and so personally. Literally fucking skunked to think the topic of prosthetics or amputations WOULDNT come up at some point when there are two people who live wid that shit in the server, I can also search the chat AGES BACK to find that same conversation being had months ago too, stupid fuck ngga 😭 it wasn’t the first time the conversation was had

Scrolling through your tumblr and saw that you’ve defended the homocide sys in the past, I thought you should see this and know they’re not a good person and haven’t changed one bit since your friends with them

https://www.tumblr.com/menacing-manicotti/765457317119524864

BTW: I AM Colby

As it stands, we’re not friends. I am sick to death of constant accusations, it has happened three times last month and this month alone, all three times I have had very clear context to what I was talking about.

Examples + more under the cut

(Ex: I was talking about Fortnite and how I couldn’t just pause mid Battle Royale, just light heartedly talking about how my friend wanted me to pause the game, I even sent a VIDEO of it. Cavalry accused me of talking about them, despite both me, Lucas and my sister all talking about Fortnite and losing our kill count because of the inability to pause online games, I was sending VIDEOS of me talking to my friend and telling her I couldn’t pause the game until the match was over and asking if she could just wait for me to finish or die before we went out anywhere.

Cavalry took this as me indirectly shit talking them and only backed off when someone else said “What does Fortnite have to do with you gang” (not exact words, I’m paraphrasing)

Ex 2: My sister and I were ranting about an ex friend IRL regarding the way she constantly carries on about her mother and how she’s generally just ungrateful to everyone, Cavalry once again accused us of talking about them, I offered to SHOW them the conversation we were talking about as I had screenshotted it since this friend was a notorious liar, they refused to see it and continued to accuse us of targeting them, despite me offering multiple times to show them the text messages we were ranting about.

After this, I blocked Cavalry, as these three situations are only from this year alone, they have done this SO many times over the years I’ve known them.

Eventually they apologised, I thanked them and unblocked them and that leads to—

Ex 3: This current situation, I said approximately two things regarding prosthetic arms, as my friend Kaiden, who HAS a prosthetic arm was talking about his and how it made some things awkward. I then went to sleep because it was almost 11 PM, at 12:31 AM Lucas replied to Ryder (Who has their own prosthetic also) and spoke about how his uncle had a prosthetic leg and how people could always tell and treated him differently because of it. Lucas is also a robotics engineer and frequently talks about this stuff anyway so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

My friends continued the conversation, when Kaiden woke up he related his own experience back to what Lucas shared about his uncle, screenshots of that were shared in the post you linked me. Keep in mind that by this point, I WAS STILL ASLEEP. It was 11 AM, I had said NOTHING on this topic besides “Most prosthetics are robotic” and then “They also have their own issues because of that”

However I woke up to Cavalry accusing me and my sister of targeting them, I told them I would screen record or even screen share all of my shit since they were so adamant I was talking bad about them behind their back (again despite having no part in this discussion) and I did, I screen recorded my disc DMs, Twitter DMs and TEXT messages to finally prove I have not once talked bad about them or shared their shit around to bad mouth because I’m sick of being accused of it, but by this point they’d blocked me and left the server.)

I have screenshots (and screen recordings) of the whole exchange starting YESTERDAY, showing that I sent two messages and then went to bed, yet my sister and I were still accused of talking shit about them. It seems like a minor occurrence but when it happens consistently over the years and you have to walk on eggshells regarding what you say when one certain friend is online, it builds up and becomes exhausting.

Each and every time I have been able to prove that I have not been nor have I spoken badly about them, however they couldn’t do the same as I’ve been shown multiple screenshots of them talking badly about me and I’m quite sick of it. I am tired of defending them and fixing their stupid online mistakes for them just to have them accuse me of shit that they’re doing over conversions I was not even INVOLVED in, they can fix this one on their own and as I said on disc, they are BLOCKED and will remain blocked until they can apologise and learn from their mistakes.

[luxurychristmasgifts]

Top 6 Watch Brands Perfect For Last-Minute Christmas Gifting

Despite the best-made plans, we somehow find ourselves in a hurry to buy Christmas gifts for our loved ones. But the good part is you’ve realised before it’s too late! How about gifting timepieces? Watches stay close to the wearer through their daily schedule and silently witness the wearer’s important moments and achievements. Just as a good perfume transports you back to a place or time, timepieces have similar charisma.

While it is obvious that he already has one, that doesn’t mean he cannot have another (and more!). In fact, he would love it! There are plenty of styles, brands and mechanisms to choose from, which sometimes feels overwhelming.

Ahead of Christmas, we’ve rounded up our favourite luxury watch brands that make the perfect last-minute Christmas gifts for the people you love the most.

6 watch brands to buy for him this Christmas

1. Breitling

If your loved one likes stylish and robust instruments, Breitling’s catalogue will definitely make him brim with joy. The brand is famous for producing exceptional dive watches and has curated some of the most masculine and distinctive watches over the years. Depending on your man's style preference; you can shop in various sizes, ranging from 36mm to 46mm. They are one of the most reliable and will surely make him feel loved & special at this time of the year.

2. Omega

Making striking creations since 1848, Omega is one of the most well-reputed luxury watch brands. The popular Swiss Maison is known for their durable and versatile timepieces. From Seamaster to Speedmaster, the brand has a wide stretch across various fields. Having their watches qualified by NASA for stepping on the Moon only highlights the brand’s prestige. Besides this, Omega is the brand of choice for a man named James Bond. So now you know its authority in the industry. What guy wouldn’t appreciate or get thrilled with a gift like this?

3. Jaeger-LeCoultre

Popularly known as The Watchmaker’s Watchmaker, Jaeger-LeCoultre has the respect of everyone interested in the luxury watch industry. The Swiss brand has a strong and valuable reputation for making movements for other reputed companies like Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe and others. Speaking of their creations, the JLC timepieces celebrate one of the finest watch designs showcasing the artisans’ skilled craftsmanship and quality. You can avail of them in various sizes, styles, and colour combinations per your man’s taste.

4. Rolex

It’s impossible not to include the Crown in any watch list. Rolex, as we’re saying for the nth time, is the world's most popular and recognised watch brand. If your guy appreciates everything luxurious, go for Rolex, not just because the brand uses precious metals and materials. But because there’s a certain significant aura in Rolex that makes people rant about it (in a good way, of course). Rolex watch dimensions for men range from 31mm to 44mm, and the most classic size option is 34mm-36mm. You can never go wrong with a Rolex!

5. IWC

Dating back to 1869, IWC was the first watchmaker to use titanium in making timepieces. The collection is known as the IWC Portugieser. Since the beginning, the brand has outperformed itself with every new creation. The manufacturers take the art of watchmaking seriously, which well reflects in their various watch complications like minute repeaters, tourbillons, moon phase, and others. While pilot-style timepieces are their speciality, you can shop some amazing pieces of Portofino and Portugieser for your special someone. They have a befitting size and a timeless appeal.

6. Audemars Piguet

Another member of this prestigious list is Audemars Piguet. Luxury timepieces from Audemars Piguet perfectly blend traditional and contemporary styles. Since 1875, the brand has been manufacturing some of the most spectacular timepieces that stand out for their iconic design. They are excellent investments, and many collectors buy these luxury watches only to gain in value. The most famous collection in AP’s wide catalogue is the Royal Oak, available in various styles and high-quality metals. The most popular Royal Oak models range between 33mm and 41mm.

CONCLUSION

We agree that buying the perfect Christmas present for your loved one is challenging. But not when you know what to buy. With Christmas fast approaching, select your gift now to avoid the rush later. These Watches are memorable presents, and the wearer shall always cherish them.

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Also Read: Gift These 6 Iconic Luxury Watches to Ring in Christmas Early

[catchmewiddershins]

This is going to be a mini rant and rather different from my normal content but it is technically my blog so - I will tag further non-blog related rants with #broken clocks just so you all can block if need be.

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This likely comes from my own frustration and bias, at the moment, in which I have found myself, at 16, desperately trying to complete projects that require academic sources, only to find myself denied at every turn by paywalls and restricted articles.

Honestly? I don’t think this is ok. I think there should be a way to make it so students have free access to academic articles and papers, with ads of course. We live in the technological age after all! There are mainly two demographics who are likely to read these articles and papers, students and academics themselves. Which has a steadier income? Which is more likely to be able to pay? The curious civilian doesn’t need much concern in this respect, good sources are not necessary. But it is important for us to ask, at what point should a 16 year old be desperately trying to find an article for a massive project which can highly impact her future, only to be stuck behind a £30 - £100 paywall?

Academics can make friends, academics can have authorisation and authority and weight in the academic world. They can join journals and get access to things, and they likely have a much better income than students, even if it may be lacking sometimes (I am unaware of how much academics make in different countries)

Shouldn’t the entire existence of piracy be a hint that something isn’t right here? The fact that students resort again and again to illegally stealing papers in order to pass exams and courses and essays doesn’t indicate a lack of accessibility?

There are a few things this does:

1. It heavily limits the accessibility of knowledge - as stated earlier, we live in the internet age. Misinformation is rampant, people are constantly being fed facts they can’t differentiate. Surely students, the youngest people, should have access to proper research and information? Knowledge should be a right, not something you have to pay for - not an opportunity you have to give up due to an incapability of payment.

2. It promotes academic elitism - So now, access largely relies on whether or not a student’s institution is subscribed to a certain journal or website - and many of these are country specific even! So now the school or University a student attends is responsible for this subscription and access, meaning your ability to get into certain schools might cause you to have access to more research - which will in turn open more opportunities - and furthermore, it creates a world where only the best of the best are allowed the best knowledge - Shouldn’t knowledge be provided first and foremost for those who need it?

3. It promotes classism - Or at least discrimination based on monetary possession. - Think about the previous situation - so a school is responsible for subscribing to as many academic journals as possible - ergo the students of richer schools are going to have access to more research. So then, students from less privileged areas don’t have enough evidence of a high enough standard to get the marks to get them somewhere else - somewhere else which, in turn, will have more knowledge access again than it’s less wealthy or esteemed counterparts. Additionally, in a school that contains people of different classes, the richer students will have less trouble accessing things through minor paywalls. A £10 paywall might mean little to one student but everything to the next. And one paywall is fine - but then it starts healing up and up and up.

Summary Points:

Why should the access of knowledge be limited to the academic elite instead of being made widely accessible for underpaid students whose projects involving said knowledge have large impacts on their future?

Why should paywalls cost so much as to disadvantage those with less money?

Knowledge is a right, different viewpoints are a right - nobody at the stage in life where you learn most should be restricted from accessing such information

It is pompous to place incredibly niche topics behind a paywall as mainly those who desperately need it will look for it

If an academic researcher’s pay depends so largely on the paywalls of articles, then surely that says something about the underpayment of these professionals in our society

It is unreasonable to expect students, especially younger ones, to have to pay just to access legitimate academic resources that are necessary for projects contributing to their future

Ads exist, other ways of getting money exist - tracking exists - stop charging students for access to knowledge - it just creates further gaps in knowledge

Additional:

There is nothing more frustrating then being told ‘do some research’ or ‘you should have done more research’ in situations where the information you need is willingly kept away from you.

I would research more.

But I don’t have £70 with which to pay for my information.

[steeleyespan]

actually i watched the chippy episode of that stupid best british takeaway show and i keep thinking about it cos there was one scottish team on it. and one of the challenges they had to make smth "exotic"/unusual and they just made a potato fritter w a bit of fish in the middle, battered n deep fried (everyone else wis daen like fancy fishcakes n pies n shit). And then they had to do smth vegetarian n everyone else did like vegan fish n tofu and shit and they.... again did a tattie fritter with mushy peas in the middle, battered and deep fried. served wi a battered and deep fried chip nd curry sauce roll. just....perfect beautiful exactly how things should be. brings a tear to yer eye. I'd love to show this to an american

[diodellet]

@mochimiyaas YES BE THE BIG SPOON U WERE MEANT TO BE!!!!! HAVE UR MAGIC CARPET RIDE WID UR BBYGIRL ON A COOL STARRY NIGHT 😭😭😭😭😭

I WAS HAVING SO MANY UNHINGED THOUGHTSKSDFS G RRGNKRLGJRJGKGJRKELN (but i didnt put them into the chapter itself so i would just type out my funny lil intrusive thoughts whenever i would stop writing for the sesh and then remove it once i Actually started writing)

WAIT SDFJSLKDFSIM SUDDENLY REMEMBERING THE TIME I RANTED TO ANOTHER WRITING OOMF--

(i wrote 1.8k words for the beginning of chapter 2. Of just doing laundry instead of continuing the romantic tension-y scenes.)

(read: i did not continue writing the romantic tension. i proceeded to get writer blocked again by WRITING KALIM OF ALL CHARACS!!! but it all worked out... chapter 2 is out... it reached 7k words but its done i dont need to revisit it i can revisit it and laugh at the suffering of my past self 😇😇)

(what if ch 3 reaches 10k+ words🗿)

not this post reminding me of the meltdown i had while writing this scene in wcidfy

(mentally im not here... im mourning the fact i didnt draw out this carpet scene with jamil for longer but the other kilig shit is there so)

[fightwing]

the best and most valid(tm) uses of found family: 

-road trip (bonus points if there is bickering and fam vibez) -in sync fighting (throwing a weapon to ur bud at exactly the right moment)

[miryum]

Nickels (Spot Conlon x Reader)- Part 5

Nickels pov

"Emerson." I said, not breaking eye contact with Spot, "Will yous help Jackie boy wid da strike?"

"Yes." Emerson said immediately.

"Good." I said, "Now, all of yous... Get. Out. Now. Befo' I'se soak ya."

The three idiotic boys stalked out of the room. I grunted as the door slammed shut.

"Are you okay?" Emerson asked me hesitantly.

"No!" I shrieked, then I lowered my voice, "Dat Spot Conlon annoys da hell outta me!"

"Even though he helped us?" Emerson asked.

I paused and looked back at my baby brother. He was so skinny and fragile. He used to be strong and tough. At one point, he could have actually held his own. And then came along those goons and messed everything up. Now, he can't even get out of bed. And yeah, without Spot we would have died. I had to step up and take care of Emmie, and I knew he hated it. He wanted to be the one to care for me. Not the other way around.

"What Spot did wasa one time ting." I said, "He was doin' it 'cause he had ta. We's were in 'is turf afta all."

"Oh Lord, Y/n! It wasn't one time thing. Every other week, Spot comes over to check on me. He comes, sits, and talks to me. He tells me what's happening in Brooklyn and how his boys are. He comes and talks! Which is a hell lot more than you do! I hardly ever see you! You show up unexpectedly, do nice things for me, and then I don't see you again for a month! I don't know if you're dead, alive, or injured in a back alley somewhere! I can't so anything out of bed, and I'm helpless! Everyone else has to do all my crap for me, and I feel shitty for it!"

Emmie stopped his rant and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He then looked down at his hands, somewhat ashamed, "You're all I have left, Y/n. I don't want to lose you too."

I sat down on the edge of his bed, head in my hands, "I'm so sorry, Emmie." I said, "Looks like Spot's a betta big sista den me."

Emmie nodded, but didn't say anything.

We sat there in silence for a good ten minutes. Then, Emmie says, "You need to apologize to him for not telling him about me being your brother."

My head snapped up, "An' why da hell should I do dat?!"

"Because he deserves it Y/n!" Emerson threw his hands up in the air, "God, I feel like the older sibling sometimes!"

"An' why does 'e deserve it?" I shoot back, ignoring his last comment.

"Because he has feelings for you, Y/n! It's obvious! What did you have to give him to get his pimp cane?" He pointed to it, hanging on my waist.

I stopped. I touched the end of it slowly, like if I touched it any faster, it would burn me. "A kiss." I whispered.

Emmie raised an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

"I'se hafta go." I said suddenly.

Emmie nods, smirking, "Just please, can you visit soon?" He begged.

"I poimise (promise)." I said.

"For real this time?"

"Fo' reals."

Emmie smiled sweetly, "Goes ta ya man." He said, mocking my accent that I gained from my years on the streets. He then placed my cap on my head so it was covering my eyes.

I scoffed, and readjusted my hat so my long hair was covered again. I then hit him lightly over the head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I'm gonna kill ya someday."

"Yeah, yeah."

I barked out a laugh, then leaped out the window to the fire escape. I started climbing until I reached the roof. I pulled myself over the edge, and walked to the opposite side, where a shadowy figure was sitting. I sat down next to Spot, letting my legs dangle off the edge of the roof.

I rested my head on Spot's shoulder and he looked down at me, surprised. He smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. He went back to looking at the New York sky. We sat in silence for a bit, before I broke it, "So..." I drew out the word, swinging my legs ever so lightly. "I'se tinks I owe ya a kiss..."

Spot looked at me, smirking, "I believe ya do."

I nodded, but didn't do anything. This was one area in which I was inexperienced. Sure, I could soak a man twice my size, pickpocket from the highest of the elite, and convince everyone I was a boy, but when it came to romance, I was clueless.

But apparently, Spot was not. He flicked my hat off my head, letting my hair fall, then took my chin in his hand. My breathing quickened. Spot obviously noticed, and his smirk got even wider, if that was possible.

Spot leaned down, and I felt myself subconsciously leaning in too.

And as our lips connected, the New York lights seemed to shine just a little bit brighter.

😁 well, there you go! And don't worry, you'll get all the juicy details next chapter! But... I'm making ya wait! Love you all!