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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Reader - McDonald's Sprite (REQUESTED)

Requested by: @katnotmore123

Bro y'all be simping for Sprite and I'm here simping for 7Up...

I mean I like them both but I just prefer 7up over Sprite... It's like comparing Pepsi and Coke ngl but with a more subtle difference

SCP 073 (Cain)

You came back to the foundation one day with a cup of iced drink and Cain had asked what you were drinking and you showed him

He was mildly confused but soon understood the beverage since he had seen them somewhere on the web (no, not the hub, an advert from McDonald's)

You asked if he wanted to try some and he did, so you gave him a sip

You were slightly annoyed and surprised since you drove over an hour and hadn't had anything to drink and the last thing you wanted was someone taking your drink

But since it was 073, you made it an exception since you hadn't expected him to have any food or beverages outside of site 17

You figured that he had enjoyed it as he reminisced his past about being able to eat plant-based food but no longer could

You felt bad and agreed to get more when you next go back

The researchers had wondered if the drink had ever rotted in his mouth but realise moments later that it's mainly made out of artificial ingredients aside from the natural flavourings

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

I have high doubts that you would be able to persuade Abel to drink such a plain beverage, so you had devised a plan to get him to try

You made a bet with Abel in which the loser has to finish off the drink, not that you'd complain (you unhealthy mf), but you really wanted him to give it a try

Abel accepted and had very much lost the bet

He had taken a sip and you noticed that he's enjoying the drink and teased him

He spat it out and flat out denied it (like the tsundere he is) but continued drinking it anyways

Some of the researchers monitoring Abel's cell found it rather amusing that he enjoyed such a "plain beverage" and did try to tease him about it

Let's just say it didn't end very well as it resulted in somebody's head being chopped off

You both had agreed that if Abel stops trying to breach his containment and be more cooperative, you or somebody else in your team would buy him more Sprite from McDonald's (and by 'buy', I mean kidnapping the whole chain's Sprite dispenser)

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

999 would most definitely take the drink out of your hand since his little tingles tell him that whatever you were drinking was sweet

And he was very much right

You were slightly shocked but wasn't surprised since he does have quite a sweet tooth

Every now and again, SCP 999 would ask if you had any more of those drinks and would even ask what they were

You had explained to him that it's a lemon and line flavoured soft drink created by the Coca-Cola company (the more you know right?)

He was intrigued and sweetly requested if you could buy him more and you obliged

You would use your time off to buy a dozen of Sprites from McDonald's and would sometimes buy other soft drinks like Coke and Fanta for 999

Needless to say, you had an orange blob as your personal pet who would give you unlimited hugs since you spoiled him with so many drinks

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

This mf of a lizard right here is just as stubborn, if not even more than Abel, and would reject trying that beverage at all for the whole entire week

You had to bribe him and the researchers were laughing their socks off from this interaction you both got going

He did give in but was rather hesitant at first

Once you poured some into his mouth, he seemed slightly disgusted from the taste

He would just sit still for a moment as to contemplate then stuck his tongue out as a sign of disgust

But bring the cheeky person you were, you spilt more into his mouth which led to him farting for the next few hours to which everyone laughed

Dr Bright heard the commotion and came to see what was happening

Let's just say he encouraged you to carry on if you want your head cut off but found it amusing regardless

In short, don't ever give him Sprite unless you want to torture him

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Does this bird doctor even drink?!

You mention multiple times about human food and how delicious they are

Mainly McDonald's Sprite and their food since its rather popular

ESPECIALLY THEIR CHEESE BITES/STICKS!!! HAVE YALL EVEN TRIED THEM!? THEY'RE DELICIOUS AF!!!

OMG they've released the garlic ones but I preferred the normal Mozzarella sticks and cheesy bites though

Anyways, back to Sprite, our side chick

049 would be intrigued about this 'Sprite' since you spoke so passionately about it like your life depended on it and requested you to get him one for a try and so you did

When he drank it he was surprised at the foreign taste

He asked if there were more beverages like it and you answered honestly, carrying on with your love for McDonald's and offered to buy him some for a try

Basically, 049 would give it a try since you spoke so passionately for them

He wouldn't necessarily hate it, but he wouldn't love the drink as much

I'd say he would be intrigued to try something new outside of his role in curing the pestilence

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

I am so sorry guys, I'll have to make 035 hella short since I can't think of anything interesting for him

DO YALL THINK THIS BOI CAN EVEN TRY?! JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S A BLOODY MASK!!!

The closest thing for him to try the drink is if you gave his now possessed body some beforehand so 035 could telepathically understand the taste

Like if you just straight up gave him the drink I don't think he would be able to drink it even if he wanted to

If the now dead body never had Sprite, then you ould just describe the tase to him in form of arts (I like to imagine 035 would be into arts, especially performing arts since he's basically a theatre mask)

SCP 105 (Iris)

Our girl here has a high chance that she might have tried McDonald's Sprite

But she just prefers healthier foods (this healthy mf knows that y'all can't keep healthy, that's why she's here to start your New Year's Resolution which is to stay healthy)

You both would recommend food which is healthy or unhealthy and would try them

Iris is more than capable of controlling her diet, but you, on the other hand, have a hard time doing so (don't lie, we all know y'all like junk food)

So, you both compromised in which you can have junk food as a reward, namely your favourite beverage, Sprite

You just love the citrus flavoured, colourless beverage so much that Iris would have to hide the drink from you (ah yes great promotion from me XD)

What would you do without our girl, Iris, eh? (Die from overeating unhealthy food which causes heart attacks and strokes, of course, fun!)

Anyways, sometimes when you're the one going out, you would be the one to buy a few dozen bottles of Sprite from McDonald's (bro do they even sell bottled drinks? Ik they do in KFC from where I live OwO)

Iris would drop dead from the sight of you bringing in so many Sprites into the foundation

She would most likely drink some with you, not because she likes them, god no

It's because there's no more room to store them and she's just a little bit thirsty

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man would be so confused by all this food and drinks from the outside world

His first impression of McDonald's was that of a circus since you've shown him the older advertisement for McDonald's since it fits his age (love you 106!!! Not)

And then you gave him a menu, and god did he not have any glasses (boi he do be needing to go to Specsavers fr)

He read Mozzarella Sticks as mosasaurs pricks, the Spicy Veggie One as spicy vag- and what's worse is that he read Double Quater Pounder as double quantum pounding (he even read Coke wrong!)

You and the foundation staff burst out of laughter at his 20/20 eyesight

So one day, you returned to the foundation with some Sprite in your hands in hopes that 106 would give it a go and so he did

He found the flavour somewhat new and strange but still enjoyed it nevertheless (this boi here do be a man of culture, am I right?)

Anyways, 106 loved it so much to the point that during one of the breaches, he disappeared from the foundation and reappeared with 10 boxes of Sprite

The researchers then realised afterwards that 106 had used his pocket dimension to teleport to the nearest McDonald's and stole the boxes of Sprite without even paying

They were even more surprised to find that the workers there were ordinary humans and weren't even fazed about 106 teleporting to their business (Sames here bro! If anyone stole my food/drinks I'd be pissed too regardless of who it is!!! Food is food!!!)

You basically made him addicted to Sprite

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

(Imma be honest here, idk if this guy eats since he's facing the wall and covering his face like 99% of the time unless some guy saw his face)

You were sat in 096's cell and was debating on what food to get from McDonald's

096 was curious about what you're talking about since he heard you mumbling bout food from this so-called "McDonald's"

So you explained to him the concept of food and that generally speaking, unhealthy foods are tastier and typically served quicker in at places like McDonald's

Imma be real here, I like Burger King's chilli cheese bites a tiny bit more since the McDonald's at my place is stuck with garlic cheese bites atm

It's not like I hate them, but I just prefer the old ones, but it's nice that McDonald's changes up their food every now and then

Anyways, back onto our side chick

You bought your favourite Sprite along with the double quantum pou- quarter pounder

096 was upon curious and so you let him have a bite of your quarter pounder and your Sprite

Let's just say that 096 found it weird and didn't ask about human food again

Dr Jack bright

Jack Bright is very much aware of McDonald's and other fast-food chains since he does have a fair share of memories of eating them with his family and because the bodies he possesses do be unhealthy af (just like you)

You were talking about food with one of your co-workers and Bright just so happened to be nearby and butted his head into the conversation

Your co-worker also just happened to leave for a meeting so you're both stuck together talking about McDonald's

Sometime later, you bought to the foundation some food, including Jack's favourites as he had mentioned not long ago

You both tried each other's food and he was mesmerised by the Sprite since it's been a while since he had it

So whenever you went back, you would buy a larger bottle of Sprite for Jack since he wouldn't have much free time and needed to drink more anyways

Sometimes, when you're both talking about food, you'd make up puns for them or just laugh at your misinterpretations since you're just as blind as a bat (btw I've read somewhere that bats have good vision, they just use echolocation a lot)

Some of the things you both would say would be "Did you hear that McDonald's gave all their employees large laptops for Christmas? They were Big Macs" and "Hey, Ronald McDonald - been watching any good clown movies? Ronald: I'm loving it"

One time, he smacked your bum and casually said to you "Girl, this quarter-pounder will take you to a whole different level of experience" and then left

Dr Simon Glass

Another doctor who has knowledge of fast foods

He's similar to Bright in a way as he doesn't leave the facility as often as he likes since he's constantly busy

Also, he would make terrible jokes and puns using wordplay

When you told him about your favourite drink, Sprite, Glass immediately said "I went to the store to get eight cans of Sprite. When I got home, I realized I’d only picked seven up"

You just looked dumbfounded at his puns and laughed as he continued

He did manage to take a sip and drank the whole can of Sprite instead

You even bought some wrap with extra mayo and told Simon about your friendly chat with the waitress/cashier and mentioned her former co-workers

And you died on the inside because his only reply was "She should go back sometime to ketchup with her old co-workers or she mayo not want to"

To shut him up, you have decided that buying him Sprite would work and it kinda did

Only for a short while though

Dr Alto Clef

Clef is well aware of the fast-food chain called McDonald's

It was hard to ignore it as a lot of people younger than him had kept talking about it, even you

Even worse if it was you talking about McDonald's since you have an obsession with their Sprite

Poor Clef was confused as he assumed that all lemon/lime flavoured drinks were the same

Oh boy was he wrong

You came back with your lunch from you know where and 2 bottles of Sprite

One was from McDonald's and the other from Lidl along with some of your favourite pastries, like croissants and toffee yum yums

You had him try all the foods and both Sprites and he finally gave in to the fact that McDonald's Sprite tastes more superior than the other

Not only that, he made dirty jokes and puns about the food in McDonald's

Like "Baby, you got more legs than a bucket of McDonald's", "Come over to my house and I’ll give ya a happy meal", "Do you work here? Because I’d like to order some fries with that shake" and "Girl when I am done with you, you won't be looking for no toys in this happy meal"

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Benjamin Kondraki would be the type of person who would be reluctant to try but would anyways since you asked so kindly and gave them those eyes

And by that, I mean a death glare

NGL he doesn't seem like the type of fella to be eating a ton of unhealthy food

I mean he doesn't necessarily eat salad or anything overly healthy, but he does have a balanced diet for the most part and does treat himself sometimes, but not too often

You magically crept up behind Kondraki and scared him unintentionally but you still laughed anyway because you're evil

He looked down and realised that the packaging was from McDonald's and you were holding a familiar clear bottle in your other hand

You were kind enough to share your food with him and he thoroughly enjoyed it

Then after that, you forced him to drink some Sprite since he has PTSD from your unhealthy obsession with it

And yes, he did end up drinking it

And no, he didn't like it nor did he hate it

You were upset that you thought he shot you down about Sprite but quickly regained your happiness since he did tell you about the drink being just above average

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #358

“i know the pieces fit, ‘cuz i watched them fall away”

Would you ever own a Great Dane as a pet? Oh Lord, my mom wants one so bad. She looooves big dogs. I wouldn't, though. I don't want another dog, period. What was or is your favorite quality about your recent ex? Her resilience, strength, creativity, loyalty, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. lol. Have you ever witnessed a human being giving birth in real life? No, and I NEVER fucking will. What about an animal? Yeah, cats. What kind of things do you enjoy reading about on sites like Wikipedia? I sometimes do that for straightening out game plots after watching a let's play if I have remaining questions. Wikipedia tends to do well with compressing it. Which country’s cuisine that you haven’t tried, would you be interested in sampling? (e.g. Moroccan, Thai etc.) I wouldn't know because I'm not educated enough on foreign cuisines. What’s the last movie you watched on your own? The Shining, I think, forever ago. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? Scrambled. Have you ever got into a club, whilst being underage? I've never tried. Are you happy with your relationship with God, or do you want more from it? I don't have one. Do you struggle with boredom? Very, very severely. I have absolutely awful anhedonia; I'm pretty much constantly bored. Literally. I just... find things to pass the time, even if I'm not really enjoying myself. What famous person do you wish you could be friends with? I'm going to assume here you don't mean a significant other, because uh... y'all been known lmaooo. I would really love to be friends with Gab Smolders (I know that's not her real name, just using her YT name), because we have very similar interests. As well, Suzie Hanson is a fucking SWEETHEART. I miss her channel. :( At some point I want to purchase some stuff from her store to support the darling. Man, thinking of this question, there's really a lot. What would you do if you were famous? Hate it, haha. Do you wish you hair were shorter or longer? It's at a fine length right now. What photo editing website or software do you use? Lightroom and Photoshop. What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color? I think my hair looked best black. It's naturally brown. What is your favorite show to watch? Meerkat Manor. It is so, so comforting to me. Are your maternal/parental instincts strong? Not with kids, oddly enough. I've only ever really encountered strong protective instincts with significant others like when they're sick or something like that. In school, do you/did you work better by yourself or in a group? I absolutely worked better alone. I hated group work. Do you know anyone who has a collection of old records? My mom did, once upon a time. I feel like I know someone who does now... but idk. Do you go on any forums often? Just RP ones. Would you ever agree to an open relationship with someone? Nnnnope. Do people always say you’re too thin? Uh, I have the opposite problem. Could you design a whole web page yourself? Not from scratch, no. I've only done so on free sites that give you the bare bones and easy editing. Have you ever cooked an entire dinner for your family? Definitely not. Do you prefer piano music or violin music? Ohhhh, both are beautiful, but I have to say violin. Who do you tend to get in fights with the most? My mom, I guess, not that we fight a lot. Are you attracted to spooky and macabre things naturally? YEP. Have you ever bobbed for apples? Were you successful? No. It's disgusting if you're going after others, and besides, I HATE water up my nose and have never quite figured out how to block it out without plugging it. Hypothetically speaking, if you had a child [too young to make their own decisions], what would you dress him/her up as for Halloween? It would depend on what their interests were. Do you intend to take your children trick-or-treating, if ever you have any? I'm not having kids, but if I did, I definitely would if they wanted to go. What is the coolest jack-o-lantern you have ever seen? Now THAT'S hard, I really don't know. What was your favorite candy to get from trick-or-treating? What about your least favorite? Reese's was my favorite, and I never liked Tootsie Rolls. Did you ever receive anything that wasn’t candy? Maybe? I feel like I have... Have you ever carved a really extensive pumpkin, or were they always simple carvings? Yes; I once carved a pumpkin with a raven design with "and quoth the raven, 'nevermore'" written into the back. The raven wasn't just a flat cut-out, but rather carved in layers so the light came through differently at certain depths. Are you more interested in cute, funny, “sexy”, or scary costumes? For myself, absolutely the scary ones. In general though, I'm not gonna BS ya, I love me some sexy costumes, haha, but also still scary and particularly gory ones. Have you ever intimidated or made another person feel legitimately threatened? If not, do you think that you could ever be seen as scary? I seriously hate admitting this, but Mom has confessed that my yelling has scared her before when scolding our former dog that I fucking hated. In what ways do you or would you need to be validated by a partner? (For example, liking your posts/talking about you on social media, or perhaps by doting on your with gifts.) I absolutely need words of affirmation. I just need to hear a lot that you do still like/love me. Also, if you're unwilling to actually act like we're a couple in front of ANYONE, like you're ashamed of me or something, byyyyeeee. Do you tend to succeed by weaning yourself off of something or by quitting cold turkey? It depends, I guess. Is there a specific type of pet breed/size/etc. that you don’t want? Why not? Any that have underlying medical issues, like pugs, spider ball pythons, Persian cats, etc. etc... 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Did you reconcile them or did you break up? If you have not been in a relationship, what are some issues that would be deal-breakers? This hasn't happened, no. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept? Honestly, I want to try weed to see if it would help my anxiety, BUT I'm unwilling to ever smoke something, so no. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yeah. Do you listen to country music? No. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Were you ever a trouble maker? Not really, no. Do you shave your legs? Hell, that's debatable by this point. I haven't since this past October, but I *would* if for whatever reason someone might see my legs. I am not overexaggerating when I say I naturally have men's legs as far as hair goes, oof. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That's what my dad always drank when he was an alcoholic. He doesn't touch alcohol now. Have you ever gotten sloppy drunk at a party? 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Onto the next question, I don't believe I've "conquered" a fear, but rather they just faded with time on their own. Have you ever read a whole series of books? Yeah. Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I walked. Do you own a pair of brass knuckles? No. Have you ever tried to break a Guinness World Record? No. Can you sing your ABC’s backwards? I can't. Do you like Skittles? I love Skittles. Do you know how to read music? I used to. Who would you say has made the biggest impact on your life? Really, Jason. He ultimately led to me getting proper treatment for my depression, which changed my life. I'm in no way giving him credit for it, but you get what I mean. You can only listen to THREE CDs for the rest of your life. What are they? Black Rain and Ozzmosis by Ozzy Osbourne, and uhhh... perhaps The Black Album by Metallica. Do you own any shirts that have a year on it? Yeah, but it's way too small for me now. 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Now if they have just purely hateful beliefs that demonize another's existence, then no, we can't get along. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? Painted, yes, for an art class. Do you have any interesting pillow cases? No. Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Bees, generally. Especially if we're talking things like wasps, who are just demon spawns. Would you rather donate time, blood, or money? That's a really hard question, but I guess time? Like I'm thinking volunteer work and stuff, or listening to and comforting someone. Can grills be sexy on a guy? They're sexy on absolutely no one. Last strong smell you can remember smelling? Ugh, gasoline. This one car in front of my mom and me smelled awful. Last healthy thing you ate? Apples. Do you know anybody who was abused? Emotionally, yes. Do your parents volunteer anywhere? No. Do you have a steering wheel cover? Mom's car doesn't. What do you think of when you see sharp knives? This is really morbid, but I will immediately envision what it would be like to be stabbed. I'm very afraid of knives. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; choose your route. The back roads, of course. And let me bring my camera.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''schism'' by tool

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georgemackayhey · 5 years ago

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Silver Lining: Chapter 3

In which you and George decide to make the most of life after meeting up at the wrong place at just the right time...

w/c: 4k

a/n: Listen I'm a sucker for some classic rom-com drama okay? How do YALL feel? Let me know your thoughts and things! ♡

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The first morning you woke up in Rome, you rose before the sunrise. After slipping into some comfortable shoes and graciously accepting a couple of complimentary breakfast muffins from the lobby of your hotel, you headed into the city with George on your heels.

You'd planned for an early morning tour of the Sistine Chapel, and the Vatican Museums so that you could enjoy the historic sites without being crammed in between too many other greedy, loud tourists.

George was quiet, but not unhappy. He wore a sleepy grin every time you looked over to make sure he was still there. Part of you was prepared to find he'd gone, at some point. But he was there as the sun was just over the horizon, while you queued up outside of the Chapel you'd been anxious to see for yourself forever. There was a chill in the air, but the excitement that buzzed through your system was all you'd had any sort of focus on.

A lovely young tour guide with long dark hair approached and explained in a thick accent that you'd be joined by seven other group members, two who had already been patiently waiting at her side. As the others joined, you and George were the youngest of your tour group by a couple of decades, at least. The others were an elderly couple, two middle-aged brothers, and a middle-aged woman who brought her parents along.

There were a very few other groups mingling ahead and behind yours, and it seemed like you had the whole massive place to yourselves. But every time you turned a corner, you seemed to float a little closer to George. You figured that you were so drawn to him because he was the most familiar thing you had in such a new, overwhelming setting.

Stepping foot into the Chapel exceeded every expectation. The tall, delicate works of art that made up the walls were hard to comprehend but easy to love and adore. For much of the tour, you wandered the halls in astonished silence, gazing to the wonders as our guide quietly explained details you would have never spotted otherwise.

You and George shared quiet gazes, and even a couple dulled bursts of laughter over what might have seemed like nothing to the few people around you. And your shared snickers usually were without reason. The laughter came like conversation, little pauses of shared time to simply confirm you were on the same page.

And when you looked all around George, every few feet your breath would catch in your throat as you turned your gaze to another stunning sight. Some images were soaked in rising sunlight, and others shone on their own. As much as you adored taking in all the sights, you found just as much wonder in your surprise travel companion.

George would take the time to gaze at every sculpture and painting with the same amount of curiosity and appreciation. You stood back, taking in the big picture while the other members of your group got close up and personal with a row of carved statues. You caught George lingering there, and laughed to yourself. He fit right in, with his delicately sculpted features.

The sight demanded to be photographed, with George's profile staring back into the marble eyes upon a pedestal. Luckily your guide had given the green light that the room you occupied was one of few you could use your camera in, so you did.

George was none the wiser while you gazed at him through your lense. As you stole the shot and tucked your phone away as if you'd never had it out, you moved to stand near him. You'd come to enjoy asking George's thoughts as you wandered through the Chapel, admiring his perspective of the beauty that surrounded the both of you.

You moved through the Vatican Museums immersed in the same awe, daring to share more fully formed thoughts with George all the while. And on the rare occasion, you could use your camera, you kept finding excuses to score a few odd candids of George roaming around, fitting in.

When you reached the end of the tour, lingering near a set of benches while everyone wondered how to move on with their day, George stole your phone from your grasp as you snapped a few shots of the place surrounded by dull blue skies. He demanded you say in place so he could take one of you, rambling about you'd want to capture a memory of your being where you were.

As he did, one of the older ladies who'd chatted with you and George throughout your tour swooped in and insisted on taking a photo of you and George together. She reached out for your phone, latching onto it before George had agreed, but if he wasn't keen, it didn't seem to put up much of a fight.

He moved to lean against the bit of railing you'd been relaxed against but you'd tensed up as he settled next to you.

George crossed his arms, turning slightly toward you, as you shrugged a little closer all the while. Then you looked at each other, sharing a "let's just roll with it" sort of expression, and that got you both chuckling again.

"Y'all are just too cute." The older woman cooed, handing your phone back to you as you lunged to take it back.

"Thank you." You noted simply because that's all you could do. There was no time to explain that George was only cute on his own and gracious enough to have accompanied you on this trip so you didn't feel as alone as you actually were.

Not long after, your tour guide appeared to thank you all for being so lovely and gave some directions and suggestions of where to go next. Most of everyone already seemed to have plans, but for once, you didn't. So you made George gaze at a map of the city, and pick your next destination. You didn't ask where he'd chosen when he started leading the way, you were just glad he was there to walk with.

As you left the Sistine Chapel behind, George kept his slow pace in time with yours, as you walked and talked. The pair of you had found yourselves in a deep conversation about art and history and what it meant to you.

George was using his hands to express himself and emphasize his ideas, which was something you hadn't really seen him do till then. His gestures suggested that what he spoke of was coming from a meaningful place. When he paused to ask you of your own ideas, you were simultaneously grateful for the space to speak, but missed hearing what he had to say and the way in which he said it.

Just as you started laughing over the topic of your impromptu photoshoot forced upon the both of you by a lady you'd never met, someone called out George's name. Well, his last name. You shared a bewildered look before turning to see what was up.

There was an older fellow walking toward the pair of you, with dark shiny sunglasses covering his eyes, and bright shiny teeth behind a stretched out smile.

George let out a chuckle that seemed more like a sigh of relief to you, as he greeted the stranger by what must have been his name. George barely took a breath before he used his already extended hand to place his fingers around your arm and introduce you by name, all the same.

As you reached out to shake the stranger's hand, George explained the guy was the director of one of his favorite films he'd ever been a part of.

The guy nodded to you, releasing your grasp. You realized then that George's hand was still delicately attached to your arm. But you forced your focus to the director, who explained he was in the city taking his kids on holiday. You hadn't even noticed the young boys hidden behind their father's legs until they peered up at you after the introduction.

George proceeded to let go of you and kneel before the children to greet them like old friends. One of the boys broke into a bashful grin while the other threw himself into a hug George reciprocated happily.

As your heart began to melt, you wrapped your arms around your waist and wondered how you'd ended up here. When George stood to finish sharing pleasantries with his old director friend, both men happily wished the other a safe and sound holiday. Before you knew it, the little boys were racing further down their street and their father dared off to catch up, vanishing into the horizon you could see waves of heat in.

"Only you would run into good friends on a random holiday. What's it like to be so popular huh?" You quipped after finding a steady pace that matched George's again. He gestured for you to turn a corner as he replied.

"I wouldn't know I don't check the internet." George let out a dry mocking, "ha ha." As you rolled your eyes and tried not to laugh. Before you could think up a reply, George's playful tone remained as he seriously stated,

"I'm much less exciting in real life than you seem to understand."

"Well, they do rave about you on the world wide web. Wouldn't you want to know what they say?" You asked, gazing toward him and watching his face as he listened to you.

"Would you want to hear about yourself from strangers all the time?" George looked to you as you walked, wearing a face that suggested he already knew your answer.

"Hell no." You let out a laugh. "I don't think I'd like what I hear."

"Why?" George seemed to curiously wonder as if he'd never expected that answer at all. You took a beat to wonder about George, then. How he was so easy to read but so hard to figure out.

"Oh, even I know I'm nothing to write home about. My fiance didn't even like me." You chuckled, turning another corner on the pavement in perfect time with George. He let out a laugh, shaking his head before he turned back to you with a reluctant smile.

"That was a good one..." He pointed. "But I'd heed you to stop dwelling on the negative and look on the bright side."

"And what have I got to be so chuffed about, then?" You smiled, asking just so you could hear things from his perspective, something you'd made a bit of a secret habit of.

"You're in Rome with me, the very famous movie star that the internet can't seem to get enough of." George joked with a silly shrug, picking up the pace and leaving you behind a few steps to throw your head back in laughter.

You ended up at another museum, as a lull in your conversation happened in perfect time. The doors to the building were closed, but there were folks of all kinds roaming the ground's gardens, having picnics and playing ball.

When George became entirely immersed in reading the plaques that told what the flowers in the winding garden were, you lingered across the way, slumped against a hundred-year-old tree to call your mother.

When she answered, she seemed flustered, as if you'd run away from home and were just calling to assure you were fine. And that's what you had to do for the first couple minutes of your call. Naturally, your mother had seven hundred versions of the same questions, largely revolving around George.

After firmly assuring her that your travel companion had been nothing short of purely delightful and kind, you forced your mother to listen to stories about the good time you'd had so far.

But then your mother brought up Collin. And the sound of his name alone made you sick to your stomach. You told your mother you didn't want to talk about any of that just then. That you'd come here for one last good time before you inevitably flew back home to your sad little flat all alone.

Your phone was dying anyway, so you promised your mother to call back in a day or two and assured one last time that you were alright. But as you spoke those words, you wondered for a beat if you were only trying to convince yourself.

After choosing a place to find dinner, George led the way once more. You followed in what you hoped was a comfortable silence. The conversation with your mother left a lot on your mind, most thoughts unavoidable. You'd remained quietly trying to sus them out as you ventured to a bistro with candles in the window and lace cloths on the tables.

When you sat down, George asked what was on your mind. You realized then, when he asked, why he was such a good actor. George had a bevy of tones and micro-expressions to fit every sort of mood and moment. You didn't think he was pretending to use them now, you just understood that he was able to read the room and respond in a deadly accurate way.

So since his tone made you feel at ease and his gaze made you believe he wanted to know your real answer, you told him about the chat you'd had with your mother, back at the garden.

After you placed your orders and settled comfortably into the hardback chairs, George said.

"Okay, so you've told me how the conversation went. But how do you feel about it?"

You laughed at first because the only sort of people who'd ever asked you anything like that were paid professionals. But There George was, with his kind yet stoic expression, urging you to be honest.

Luckily you'd decided to order a bottle of wine, so you poured yourself a generous glass and rambled for a while about how confused you were. How lovely you found it to be here, how utterly grateful you were to have someone to share each passing moment with.

The conversation shifted into sharing your favorite bits of the day, between glasses of wine. You laughed about something one of the old men in your tour group kept saying, and wondered if you'd ever see anything more breathtaking like the Sistine Chapel ever again in your lifetimes.

George rose his brow, wordlessly giving away his hopeful assuredness that more indescribable beauty would drift into his world. He filled his mouth with wine as you shrugged off the thought, doing the same.

When you'd polished off the bottle you ordered another cocktail to celebrate the last evening in Rome. George decided against it but was happy to hold a conversation as you kept drinking. He'd taken the chance to ask you more questions than he'd been giving his own answers for, but you shifted gears, begging him to share funny stories from his past and favorite song lyrics.

As you finished your cocktail, you realized you should have left it when the room started spinning. George tried to pay for dinner, again, but you demanded to split the bill evenly when he refused to sit back and let you take care of it all.

He held out a hand to help you down the steps of the restaurant, much to your delight. You were drunk, but not in the usual fun, "let's party" kind of way. Sure, the alcohol-fueled a few extra giggles back inside, but as you stood to wait for a cab, you felt less than stellar.

When you managed a taxi, George gave the driver directions as you hung your head in your hands. Why did you drink so much in the midst of so many mixed-up feelings? Your stomach was fine. Your head was not.

The ride was silent, but your thoughts were loud. When you felt George rest a hand near the base of your neck, his warm gentle touch grounded you enough for you to let out a tiny sigh of thanks. But as you remained in this position, your thoughts grew more boggled as you wondered why George was next to you, soothing you, giving you the time of day. He could have been anywhere he wanted. He shouldn't have come, you shouldn't have invited him.

Because when George decidedly kept a hold around you on your trek through the crowded lobby, you realized that you were totally depending on him. And that scared the everliving shit out of you.

And as you made it to the staircase, you heard the sweet young front desk woman call out, "Goodnight you two!"

You couldn't thank her. You didn't have time to explain that you and George were existing in different realities. You just let yourself hang on to his arm as you made your way up and over to the room you were sharing.

You took more time to take a few deep breaths in the bathroom than the time it took you to change and wipe off your make up.

After George had his turn, and eased into the small bed next to your side, he'd managed to maintain the sliver of space that belonged between the two of you.

"I'm sorry if I killed the vibe tonight." You quietly croaked, fixing your gaze on the ceiling, too nervous to look right at him this close up.

"You didn't kill anything. I'm sorry you feel so bad, though."

"Thanks for today. And everything." You spoke. If you were any drunker, you might have cried. But with all your years of training to keep your emotions from slipping out so easily, you didn't. But you were drunk enough to forget how nervous-looking right at George this close made you feel. When your eyes met, his seemed to have already studying your face.

You were too lost in awe of his closeness to say anything more, and George seemed to understand that there was nothing more to be said anyway. Instead, he dared to reach into the space between you, to grab ahold of your hand.

George let his fingers rest across yours, as he peered to you, the lower half of his face hidden behind the sight of your fingers weakly pressed back against his.

Before either of you got the good sense to let go, you drifted to sleep.

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You'd had your share of one night stands, waking up in different places with people you barely remembered meeting let alone spending an evening with. But you'd never felt the way you did before when you woke up in Rome for the second morning in a row.

George's hand was still loosely rested atop your own, neither of you having moved much in the night. You sucked in a deep breath and held it while you slipped your fingers away from his. George didn't budge when you darted to grab a change of clothes and get ready for the day.

But as you spun around toward the bathroom, for as slowly as you could blink, you let your gaze fall to George. His crisp white shirt camouflaged between wrinkled white sheets. His soft tousled hair falling in his eyes that stayed closed to dream. His warm strong hand, rested in the middle of the mattress where yours had disappeared from underneath.

When time no longer stalled and you locked yourself in for a shower, and still couldn't understand your feelings. This was your last morning in Rome and there wasn't enough time to enjoy the city that surrounded you. You'd never planned to take longer than a day discovering the capital because Collin had wanted to spend as much time in Barcelona as possible.

The only plans you'd made in advance for today, were sulking back to the airport. You had been dreading this moment, saying goodbye to the place you'd barely had time to explore. But as you cleaned yourself up, you weren't as sad as you thought you might have been. You were strangely at peace with the memories you'd made. Though a dull ache hammered in your heart, doing its best to get you to mourn your time, you couldn't help but smile over how well you'd managed your precious stay.

But as you changed into your clothes, a different dread crept through your system. You were happy. But was George? He could have been anywhere in the world he wanted, but he chose to keep up with you. Had he felt obligated to tag along? You realized that before you left the hotel, that you had to assure George that he didn't have to be here, even if you desperately wanted him to be. Even if you'd miss him when he inevitably left, no matter when that time came.

"George, you know you don't have to stick around. I know I asked you to, but-"

"We've made it this far haven't we?" He grinned, cutting you off and moving his elbow to nudge you as he threw things into his travel bag.

You heaved a defeated sigh and raised a finger that meant you were serious when you said, "Fine. But you're picking out things you want to do for the rest of this week."

"Off we go then, come on!"

The lobby was just as busy as ever while you waited to check out in a line behind a few other families. George was quiet by your side. It was a time when others might have checked their emails or scrolled through Tinder. But George stood, letting his gaze fall across the room, soaking up the last bits of your time here.

When you'd successfully checked out and wished the sweet front desk woman well, she parted ways by saying, "enjoy the rest of your honeymoon!" Because you'd obviously booked the package in advance. But the lobby was too busy and there was no time to explain, so you just thanked her and meandered out into the street.

"Yes, how are you enjoying your honeymoon?" George asked playfully, following your lead toward a row of cabs down the way.

"I always thought I'd be married first." You shrugged.

"Me too." George laughed and you laughed too. The pair of you talked about how this would be the perfect story to save for your great great grandchildren- a tale so unbelievable that your children would tell their grandkids that "grandma is lying, stuff like that only happens on tv."

You held your tongue from joking about Georges celebrity, and how that must have been the only reason this wild idea worked in any capacity. Because you didn't want to imagine he'd drop everything to spend a week with any old stranger, even if he was capable.

And when you made it to the airport, George tugged on your sleeve when you started to wander the wrong way. When your hand slipped into the crook of his arm with an excuse about how you'd hate to get lost in the crowd, you realized something terrible. You realized that you just didn't want to stray far from George. You realized you were bummed to let go as you settle into your seats on the plane.

You swallow your feelings deep down, chalking them up to confusion as you mourned the loss of the only romance you'd ever known. You reminded yourself that this trip was supposed to be a fun, carefree fling and that you were lucky beyond belief to have someone willing to sit next to you during every stop. There was no sense in ruining a good thing by addressing your feelings that would surely change as soon as they blossomed.

When the plane took off, you reminded yourself that the last time you'd experienced this, you were fine and there was no need to feel any less fine, now. But as a means to distract yourself from the roar of the engine and the speed at which you ascended into the sky, you asked George a question. His answers had yet to let you down.

You noticed he'd pulled out that old creased paperback book, and he was flipping to find the page he never bookmarked. You asked what the story was about. After giving you one of his famously curious gazes, a smile turned up at the corner of his lips as George read aloud from the paragraph he'd been in the middle of.

"Are you a mad man?" You laughed, wondering why he wouldn't just explain the plot, or at the very least read from the beginning.

"Fine then, here you have a go." George countered, handing you the collection of crumpled pages.

And you weren't too sure exactly what he was offering, but the next thing you knew, you were reading his paperback novel from the start. You spoke slowly and quietly, turned in toward him so you wouldn't disturb your fellow passengers. George settled back against the seat with his fingers clasped in his lap, and his head turned slightly toward yours, to listen.

When you'd reached the end of the first chapter, you held a thumb in between the pages so you wouldn't lose your spot when you looked up to ask George another question.

"Have you thought about what you'd like to do when we get to Barcelona?" You wondered. George turned his head all the way so he could peer over to you as you slumped against the seat, looking right in his eyes. For a moment, you were reminded of your first plane ride together. How his gemstone eyes gazed calmly into yours, in the midst of all your apprehension. His expression was just the same now. It was familiar.

"Casa Batlló?" George rose a brow, like a boy asking to stop somewhere on the ride home from school. "La Boqueria, and of course a cooking class or two."

"All of that is already on my list!" You quipped, batting the book in your clutch against George's arm on the armrest below.

"Good thing too, since that's what I'd like to do."George grinned. You couldn't tell if he was serious or just genuinely didn't mind going through with everything you'd already thought up.

"Now, I believe we have time for another chapter," George flicked his eyes from his book in your possession and then gazed back up to you as he settled deeper against the seat of the plane. With the shake of your head and a submissive smile, you turned another page and spoke up.

___

On the plane, between chapters of "This Side Of Paradise", you and George made rough plans to order room service and crash in the nearest bed so that you could wake up early and explore the whole day tomorrow.

By the time you'd landed in Barcelona, hailed a cab and made it inside of the expansive and baron lobby of the hotel you'd booked months in advance, you were exhausted.

George guarded your bags near a wall-length fish tank, while you went to check-in. You gave the mellow looking man behind the granite desk your information as his expression grew weary behind the screen on his laptop.

"Oh, will you be joining the guests who've checked out room 500?"

"No." You furrowed your brow. "I need to check into room 500." You explained, relying a bit more personal information about your reservation to ease the misunderstanding.

But the desk attendant shifted his gaze from you to his laptop and back to you again with a pout that bloomed into a frown before he spoke:

"I'm sorry, ma'am but... this reservation has already been accepted."

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alex-baebae · 5 years ago

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Pieces of honor

Chapter 3

Many guys have been knocked out. I don’t know what time it is. “Choi vs Li” the announcement for him “good luck” I tell him smiling, he smiles me back. The fight between them was rough but Seunghyun seemed to be the one who was controlling the situation, suddenly his opponent fell.

That was the first day of the exam, now we are in a special formation. They will give us new instructions in no time, I was next to Seunghyun. “So tomorrow, you will fight with the guys next to you, only the half will be here, you can leave now”. Seunghyun looks at me immediately trying to say something, I just put my hand on his arm “let’s go” I say walking towards our car.

...

“Ahj” Seunghyun complains “it hurts” I chuckle “of course it hurts! My lovely child look what they have done to you!” Miss Liu exclaims angry. We are sitting on the big couch of the Mansion's living room, I keep cleaning my face by myself “my little princess, I can do that” she says worried about my reddish face (you know there is blood mixed with ethyl alcohol) “no, I can do it Miss Liu… better help Seunghyun, he cannot reach his back” I try to smile with my broken lips.

12pm… I’m about to go to the bed “fuck that guy really punched me hard” I say looking at my face through the big mirror on my wall, someone knocks the door. I open it “Seunghyun” I whisper, he enters quickly.

“What are you doing here? You have to rest” I give him a non-sense look “not gonna fight you tommorow” he looks into my eyes locking the door behind him “you have to! I mean we have to!” he says nothing “I don’t want to, but we have to” I add. Then I sit on my bed “but, I can’t… I… I just cannot do anything in order to hurt you” he explains “Seunghyun you know how this works, you cannot change the rules” I say before looking down thinking about my next steps “I’ll renounce then, I cannot let you do such a thing” I say firmly “but your father, your mother what about them?” he says kneeling next to me “I’ll have more opportunities but you…” he interrupts me “you’ll dishonor them”.

I want so badly to have Seunghyun by side, this is the only way… it doesn’t matter what my parents say, after all, he is the only one who I feel less miserable with.

As I told you first, I have confidence problems since I was a child, plus now that I’m an adult for my parents.... I know all the things they do for money… I just can’t carry on by myself. I need someone, maybe I’m depressed.

“Seunghyun, better leave, someone can hear us” I say trying to escape from making decisions “how many times have we been doing this? We haven’t gotten caught” he insists to be here, I can’t think well. “Sorry” is all I can say, he smiles and caress my cheeks “I have to tell you something important” he says now holding my hands “I’m...” he’s hesitating “I can’t fight you tomorrow because... I’m so fucking in love with you”.

I'm surprised as hell. I mean, it's not like I had not feelings for him, but I have been forcing myself to see him as a friend. I was worried to show him my feelings, he could reject me and I would be alone again, I don’t want to be alone as I have told you.

"I shouldn't have told you that" he says, I'm still quiet "I'm leaving" he walks towards my dorm's door "where do you go?" I shut the door which was been barely open by him, I kiss him, he holds me and returns the kiss.

"Ouch!" My lips hurt, again some blood is on them "sorry, I was so excited" he is nervous as hell "sleep with me" I asked him kissing his jaw "N-no, someone can hear us" he has his hands over my waist "so, are you afraid of it?" I tease him a little "yes, your father will tear me up in seconds" I laugh "come on! He will not do it" I kiss again the both sides of his jaws "I'm not afraid of what he could do to me, but surely I will not be able to see you again" I kiss this time his lips.

"Do to really are scared of that?" he lifts me "of course" he peppers kisses all over my neck "I have been in love so much time that, I cannot be away from you anymore" he adds "neither" I whisper.

"Then let's sleep at your place" I suggest "at my...?" He seems confused "if someone see us they'll think that I was the one looking for your love, not vice versa" he chuckles "please" I hug him tighter "my bed is not comfortable" he says "I don't mind" I say "I must leave now, see you tomorrow... My beloved one" he kisses my forehead.

I let him leave, as soon as I hear his door being closed, I walk towards my window, his dorm is not so far. I climb quickly and I get into his room, he was laying down, his eyes closed "someone could have killed you" I comment.

I don't let him respond, I attack his lips before he can even open his eyes "you are stubborn as a mule" he says between the wet kisses, he places his hands over my waist, his thumbs caressing my skin.

"I bet you like it" kisses again, now his hands touching all over my back, he reaches my neck and holds it to make me be closer to him "yeah, I didn't locked the door, but you surprised me as always" we smash or lips again, a small taste of iron is in our mouths I guess my lips are bleeding

"Let's stop, your lips are going to be all red in the morning" I smile "don't want to" I remove his shirt, he only smiles like me "have you.... Did this with another person?" He's nervous I can notice it "have I had time?" I remove my shirt, I have no bra on, he immediately blushes "no".

That was true, I mean we have been together almost 24/7 all the highschool. We assisted to the same school, sometimes the same classes, we did our homework together, the same basketball club, and my mom's trainings after school... Well we hadn't any time for 'love'.

"Well... Let's just follow the 'instructions' of our bodies" I kissed him again "I have read about this and you know...maybe you have too" while he's speaking, I took his pants off. "Let me take care of you this time" he added "you are the most injured of the both of us" I chuckle "then, do what you want".

I sit in front of him, my legs are spread, he’s closer and closer. He kisses all my body while I touch my clit as when I’m alone pleasing me, he sucks my breasts as I moan with every single touch if his hands. I lay on his bed, he climbs onto me kissing my shoulders "you're so beautiful" he whispers in my ear before he licks my earlobe "Seunghyun" I caress his back with my both hands and his legs with my feet.

He takes off my underwear, he kisses around my wetness, suddenly he licks from down to up my pussy "Seunghyun" I moan his name again, he keeps licking me with his warm tongue, I'm getting wetter. Suddenly he sucks hard my clit causing me to lift my hips to increase the contact of his mouth to my skin.

"Maybe you will like this" he turns me around, now I'm on my knees. My legs wide spread for him, he starts to eat me out again, more moans come from my throat, my legs quiver.

Seunghyun puts a finger inside me "does it hurt?" His fingers are bigger than mine I can feel it well, my pussy tights around his index finger asking for more stimuli "it feels good" he puts another one, of course it stretches me more than my two fingers I used to put in when I was needy "give me a second" I say. It hurts only a little but I want to give time to my muscles to enjoy it more. Meanwhile he’s licking my butthole and touching my clit waiting for my instructions.

I move my hips thrusting me with his fingers, he instantaneously moves them rapidly "oh, that's great" I encourage him to don't stop. "Fuck you taste so well" he turns me around again I keep my legs spread, he's intense glance is on me, he makes eye contact and sucks his fingers looking at me all the time.

Maybe he is lying, maybe he had done this with other girls and I don't blame him because some days I wanted to do it as well. He is now between my legs "can I?" I smile, I have done it with dildos, and vibrators but not with a man. So the confidence I had before starts to disappear "sure" he moved a little "is it inside?" he asked me "no it is not" I smile "shit I believed I did it correctly" I laugh now.

"You seemed to be experienced" he laughs as well "I told you that I haven't done this before" he kisses my cheek "so where have you learn what you did before" I asked curious "one day you left open an article about how to masturbate on your laptop and... you know I remember well many things" my face is all red, fortunately the light of the garden only barely illuminated us.

"Then in that web site was another article about how to masturbate a woman, and I read it of course" I laugh hard "really?" I ask "yes, I thought you liked that page a lot because there were many tabs of them opened" l kiss him "so, you have been planning to fuck with me all this time, haven't you mister Seunghyun?" he gets embarrassed "maybe..." he laughs "to tell the truth, I thought that if someday I could have this opportunity... I wanted to make you feel good".

I took his sex in my hands "wanna know what I've learned in that articles?" I joke, he chuckles "next time, baby" he puts my hands asides my head. He takes his member to be sure this time he's going to not fail, he enters slowly I moan "are you alright?" He asks me worried "yes" he goes deeper "ugh!" I moan grabbing his shoulders "I'll stop" he says. I put my legs around his waist. "No, I guess my dildos are not this big". When I was buying my toys on line, I was worried of insert big shit in me, I guess that fear is normal, so I bought the slender and smaller ones.

Seunghyun gets more embarrassed and laughs "well, that's new" he comments "hey, try to move now" I ask, he did as I said, one of his hands reaches my clit, I soon start to feel nice. Our bodies are sweating, our breaths are crashing into each other's skin, soon I felt my orgasm being built, his name is all I'm able to say...

More updates, I will always love y'all!! ❤️

I'm busy, university is getting more difficult. However I'll do my best to update in less time 💞

Love,

Alex

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alwek · 2 years ago

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I always get a bit existential after doing my usual "bait terfs into fighting me" thing. Which is part of why I do it. It gets me thinking, am I right? Am i being the shit head here? But then someone calls me a rapist for saying people should be treated equally, and I know I'm not.

But that leads me to think, how the fuck did they end up like that? Who hurt them so much that they think saying "kill all men" makes you a good person? I used to think it was ironic but hearing it so much every time i do this, I don't think so. It's sad, really, that they could be tricked into hating half the world. I wish i could do more, i say knowing full well i will do this exact thing again. It's fun to make them look terrible. But still, a part of me always wants to DM at least one of them, and really try to talk about all that shit, get to the bottom of it. Only thing is every time i try to challenge them a bit I get blocked or it turns hostile. It's a shame, really, how little people believe they can change things these days. A permeating feeling of hopelessness surrounds the entire ideology. Hell, it surrounds most of them these days. I understand it. Watching your people get fucked over and killed for trying to live respectfully, it's enough to drive anyone to rage. And well, I do agree that some people need to be killed to fix things, but it's not anyone on this webbed site. That I know of, anyway. All the death threats both sides send while we fight the same fucking fight. It's like everyone became blind that we're all of the same ilk. I blame capitalism pushing us to seperate ourselves endlessly. The more groups we have, the more money can be made. Keep them apart the money keeps going.

But yeah,

All people should be equal, and those who currently aren't, need to fight to be, and those that are need to fight to get them there. We all live in society, and therefore it can't be changed by only half of it. Teamwork, fuck.

You say we don't believe the same thing? The root of BOTH our sides is "women are oppressed and it needs to stop." And yet even when I say that terfs will still find a way to make me the bad guy for saying that. My new example from this? "That's not real feminism". It's like saying the queer movement never happened. You twisted and mutilated what it was into a hate filled unrecognizable shell of its former glory and stand.

We should all be equal. "I want liberation!" You realize that being equal means you'll be liberated right? You say it's not fair men get all the stuff then complain to people when they say you'll get that stuff once equality is had, like, come on, how do you not hear yourself? I keep saying "hey, idiot, we want literally the same thing, why are you attacking me?" It doesn't make sense. I want it to. That's me though.

But yeah, everyone should be equal. When you show me an article about a person that got away with rape and ask me "what's the rapists gender?" Do you really expect me to just ignore that you said a rapist got away with rape? Who fucking cares about the gender, that's fucked up they got away with it!

You cone at me with childish insults about genitalia then when I lean into it im the pervert after you were the one going off about a penis you never have or will see? Why are y'all so focused on genitals? I just want to be able to piss somewhere where I don't have to be afraid of being followed into THE CORRECT bathroom by some fucking asshat that doesn't like how I present.

I want to be able to go out in public wearing clothes i feel happy in, presenting in a way that doesn't make me feel like I'm holding everything i am back for the sake of eyes i don't give a shit about. Shame those eyes would kill me if given the opportunity.

It always comes back to "but you white man" as if I'm both white and a man. You're jumping to racist sexist stereotypes to try and justify your attacking of someone who hasn't bothered a soul. I'm a non binary indigenous person and yet every time I do this, I get accused of being a white man, and you think that's not racist? You're assuming the race of someone because you disagree with them. That's racist. You're telling me I'm worthless because of how I was born. That's sexist. It's sad.

But yeah, we should all be equal. We should all be able to feel some sense of safety where we live. We should all have food in our bellies, water in our cups, roofs over our heads. We have everything we need for people to be happy and comfortable and thrive, but SOMETHING tricked everyone into fighting each other over the cause. Personally i think it's patriarchal based capitalism that's fucked everything. It successfully made us think that being different makes us bad. Being different is what makes us good.

Everyone should be treated equally. Everyone should get kindness first, and treated as they continue to treat others. The individual who commits atrocities should be punished not all that take part in the same group. We are individuals. We are all the same because of it. We are all equal because of it.

Everyone should be treated equally. Gender isn't real. Genitals don't matter. Do what you want if you ain't hurting anyone that don't want it. Be kind. Treat others as they continue to treat you.

Power in anger. Victory in wisdom.

All are equal. We are all but earthlings. Human, suffering together. Why should we continue to suffer? Let's work together about it

#terfs #trans #queer #indigenous #I'm gonna try my hardest not to reply to shit on this post #this one isn't bait but I'm tagging like it is because i think people should hear it

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I was thinking about my personal internet experience

I was not on any social media really until I was 14, which idk if that's young or old, but it's certainly an age that exists

Before that I had some exposure in the form of like. Webkinz, Animal Jam, and eventually even Roblox

(also I watched a bit of YouTube but it was more just like a place to see stuff, not a place to interact with people— also I mostly watched specifically this one guy play LOZ games lmaoooo)

But then I joined... Amino. And for those of y'all fortunate enough to have never visited or perhaps even heard of that place, I'm glad, and don't bother looking into it

It's still around but it's not worth it imo, the app is falling apart and the web version has not been updated in. A while

Don't get me wrong, if I did it all over again I still would've joined. I met some great people there, some of who I'm still friends with, and the little communities there probably helped keep my desire to do art going

However, it also sucked because I dealt with so much petty shit and also stuff im not going to even go into here for various reasons but

trust me, you don't want to know.

Anyway I ended up making an Instagram too and then eventually this account, and that's basically all I have lol. aside from stuff like Discord or Steam, that doesn't entirely count to me because it's a bit different

(I don't use Amino anymore, I technically have it installed but have not touched it in months if not years by now, I forget)

However, that also reminds me I gotta work on that neocities site I started making then got busy with college, I think it'll be awesome to see finished :)

Anyway this was THE most rambling post I think I've ever made on here, I don't even know why I did it, or why I'm bothering to post it

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starkovsnesta · 7 years ago

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Hey y'all! I'm so happy I finally managed to write something about Bellarke. I feel nervous because this is the first fiction I publish on this Web site, and the first fiction I write in English (which is not my native language so if you find mistakes, i'm so sorry). This of course is set after 5x08, it's pretty angst but not too much so don't worry if you don't like that stuff. But I bet you do ;) Okay I got nothing else to say, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Ps. the title comes from "If this is love" by Ruth B, which reminds me of Bellarke!

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The door of the cell opens with a loud click. That little, creepy sound makes Clarke's heart jump. She didn't think her hour had come yet, she thought she had more time. Well, she hoped she had. Not that she regrets anything, it was the right thing to do and she had to do it to protect Madi, her little Madi. But the thought of dying after years and years spent finding a way to survive, is scarily odd for her. Maybe she really thought she could live in peace in that valley, with Madi and her friends. But life had always been cruel, not letting her breathe for more than five minutes. She faces her fate, turning back to the door, ready to let go all that pain and suffering she never managed to escape from. But when she looks at the door, it isn't Octavia or some of her guards that she sees. It's Bellamy, with Madi by his side. When the little girl sees her, she runs towards her, filling Clarke's heart with joy and relief. She is there, she is safe and she is holding her. Maybe for the last time, but it doesn't matter. Bellamy is already keeping his promise. She knew he would, that's why she entrusted that task to him. Madi frees from her tight hold, only to ask "are you okay?"

The urgence in her voice makes Clarke smile with fondness. With her calmest voice she says "yes, I'm okay" but then a sudden thought crosses her mind "Why are you here? It could be dangerous. Octavia-"

"You don't have to worry about her". But those words don't come from Madi, they come from Bellamy. His voice is normal, but Clarke sees a sort of resignation in his eyes. And it scares her. Bellamy was in danger as much as she was, he had helped her with the plan. For all the time she had been in that cell, she hadn't stopped thinking about him, letting worry consume her like a fire. She had just got him back, and now they were separated again. And this time for good. She wonders if he came there to say goodbye, or to tell her about a new plan to let her out. He looks past her, directing his eyes to Madi, and asks "Could you leave us alone for a minute?"

The little girl doesn't seem surprised nor bothered, it's like she was expecting it. She nods at Bellamy, then walks away, closing the door behind her. Clarke wonders if the two of them had already talked, if he had explained her what they did. She doesn't even have the time to ask those questions before Bellamy tell says "Octavia won't be a problem for you, for us. We'll go to the valley" and, as that little statement could have answered all of her questions, he turns away. Clarke quickly calls him, trying to understand. But when he looks at her, she only sees sadness. His teary eyes stare at her, as he is trying to regain the strength he lost. But when he talks, again, his voice is completely empty. "I poisoned her with one of Monty's algae. She's in a coma now"

He says it like he could have said 'I just had a shower', like it's no big deal. But Clarke knows he's hiding his emotions. And that, together with what he just told her, hit her like a train. The Bellamy she knew would have never done something like this, not to his sister. He had always protected her, no matter how bad she treated him. There is no reason he could have done something like that. Maybe he reads what she's thinking or maybe he is just tired of the silence between 'em, but he says "Tell me something, Clarke", his voice breaking on her name.

And for a second, just a second, it's like he's there, her Bellamy. Always asking her for advice, needing her.

"Why?" is the only word that escaped her mouth. Why did you do it?

She watches him closing his eyes. She can feel how what he did is haunting him, and she feels bad for him. If only she could take all that pain away. Bellamy doesn't answer, he's staring at something she can't see. For a moment she thinks he didn't hear her and she gets closer to him, taking his hand. Bringing him back to reality.

When he looks at her, Clarke feels her heartbeat slowing down for a minute. She had dreamt those eyes for so many nights before seeing them again, that it almost felt like a dream looking directly at him. Not even her drawing could make him justice. He isn't the same person she had left, who had left her, but she still feels everything for him. Admiration, anger, fondness. Love.

"Clarke" he calls, like he's seeing her for the first time, seeking for her help and a tear escapes his eye. That's it.

Just her name, nothing more, nothing less. But it's enough to break her apart, to make her want to forget everything just to be with him. She hugs him, holds him tight, trying to make him feel how much she cares about him. So much that it scares the crap out of her. She's about to reassure him, like nothing happened, when she hears his voice sudden and clear: "I couldn't lose you. Not again." It's like he slapped her in the face. Those words hurt like a million knives. It's the "not again" that makes it worse, it reminds her that he already lost her once. She was dead to him. She hasn't thought about that until this moment, maybe because he lets her see how vulnerable he is, maybe because he finally pulls his mask off. He reveals himself to her. And God, she had wished to see this man, to be with this man for so long. And now he's here.

I can't lose you either, Bellamy.

There are so many things she wants to tell him, she wants him to listen to her words like he always did. She wipes away a tear from his face, and gets ready to talk.

But before she can think about what to say, the door opens once again and Madi comes in.

"I'm sorry" she apologies, "but we need to go".

And after that information, she goes away, just like Clarke's courage. There are a million things she could say right now, things he may have forgotten. Things he never knew. But all she says is "We have to go", like it's the most important thing at the moment. Like she can handle to live another day without Bellamy knowing that she'll always be there for him. That she's proud of him. That no matter what he does, she'll always love him.

#bellarke #bellarke ff #bellarke one shot #bellarke fic #bellarke fan fiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #t100 #the 100 5x08 spoilers #the 100 spoilers #the 100

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Way back in the day, I wrote The Monster Post of Martial Arts Marketing Tips and Tools, intended to help lots of martial arts folks out there with little to no experience in basic marketing principles do better. I wrote it in an effort to help all y'all out there with a few tips and tricks, but of course, it morphed into one of the longest posts I've ever written. Lately, I've been looking at a LOT of martial arts schools sites and social media channels online. And here I am, years after I first wrote the Monster Marketing post, and I'm still seeing the same stuff over and over. Y'all know me, I just can't let this stuff slide. Sooooo...

When it comes to basic marketing... Guys, guys, guys, we can do better than this. For our martial arts styles and systems to survive, we have to do better than this. So here's what I'm seeing these days, and let me offer my advice, so you can pick up your game without killing yourself trying to do tons of work. WEB SITE BASICS Generally speaking, web sites seem to have improved big-time, and for that, I'm grateful. But here's some stuff I'm running across that makes me wonder how well these sites are working for some of you.

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU: Please do not make yourself the front-and-center person, with a list of all of your ranks, accomplishments, Hall of Fame entries, tournaments won, and hobbies on your web site's front page. You can have a short bio on an "Instructors" page but that's it. I know it's crazy, but people outside of our community don't know or care about that stuff much.

CONTACT INFO: Have a contact name, phone number, and email address for people to contact you, EVEN IF you have a contact form. It's literally as easy as, "Contact Sensei Joe at (999) 555-5555 or email [email protected] for more information" in a prominent place (preferably can be seen on EVERY page in the header).

LINKS AND VIDEO: If you have these at all, occasionally check them to make sure they are working. It's annoying to try to run a video on a site and it isn't functional, or clicking on links that go nowhere. Especially if it's a link to your own YouTube channel or Facebook page (I do not get all the dead links to Facebook pages that no longer exist, I really don't).

EVENTS: If you have an events page or ticker, make sure you keep this up to date, and remove expired events. If I click on your events page, I shouldn't seen Belt Testing for Fall 2016 near the top.

SOCIAL MEDIA

Post something - ANYTHING - in every active social media account once a week at a minimum. Show that your school is still active and doing stuff. You can post pictures of class, stuff from events, announcements, shout-outs to students for doing something good in class, community news for your area, and re-share stuff you find on other sites like martial arts jokes and memes. I promise you, if a potential student finds your school page on Facebook - and LOTS will - and they see you haven't posted in months or years, they're going to think your school is closed and look elsewhere.

If you don't want to use the social media channel any more, DELETE IT (or at least unpublish it if it's a Facebook page). Don't just leave it out there for potential students to run across. Again, it looks like your school is closed when you do that.

Don't post anything political in your channels. The ONLY exception I can think of is back when Washington State was proposing that martial arts schools pay a sales tax and the schools were urging people to mobilize against it. Then, it made sense. But that was an exception to the rule.

ADVERTISING SEMINARS AND EVENTS ONLINE

This is driving me nuts, so I'm going to do a big section on this here.

As you can imagine, I'm in a plethora of martial arts communities and pages on Facebook. And I see lots and lots of announcements of events (seminars and camps for the most part). I see some pretty nice looking seminar announcements - beautiful, even - but there's a problem. Take this as a typical seminar announcement I run across on Facebook:

So what do you think might be wrong with this flyer? Here's the problems I see:

Joe's Karate School... where? It says "Midwest Gathering" but the "Midwest" consists of at about 7 to 10 states. That's important to potential attendees. Additionally, lots of people who see this image may have zero idea where Joe's Karate School is even if they happen to be in the general vicinity, or if it's an even more generic name like "Pride Martial Arts" or "Excel Martial Arts" or some such, it could be in any number of cities in all those states. Always include the FULL address of the location in ads like this, especially if they are NOT associated to Facebook Events.

No email address. Give people more than one way to contact the event organizer.

Hard to read: black on blue text doesn't have a lot of contrast and it's hard to read it. This image also goes a little font crazy. It's perfectly fine to use simple black text on a white background, folks.

Did you spot the typo (spot fishing)? Make sure there are none, and that's especially important in the contact information (email and phone). You don't want potential seminar attendees accidentally calling the Psychic Hotline (or worse) with a phone number 1 digit off from yours.

So here's what I think is a good, all-purpose flyer, again, without a Facebook event (or even a Meetup or an Eventbrite event or what have you - it's just a digital flyer):

Here's why this one works:

Easy to read - lots of contrast and white space

Address, phone number and email for the seminar is on the flyer.

Date and TIMES are also clearly communicated here, as well as the cost. It's not strictly required, but I like to put the year in my dates, because these images can float around a long time on the internet.

This flyer answers the classic "Who, What, When, Where, Why and How" questions in one big shot.

This flyer is great to use digitally as well as distribute via .pdf OR print out as handouts or signs to put up at your local martial arts supply place. EVERYTHING someone needs to know is in one graphic.

Here's an alternate image you could use as well, but it MUST be attached to a Facebook event (or again, Meetup or Eventbrite or what have you).

This is where the subject and instructor of the seminar is front and center, and then you put ALL of the information needed (the stuff in the full flyer above) in the Facebook event: email address of the organizer, a phone number, date(s), times(s), location, and payment information. The additional bonus of making a Facebook event is that it allows people to private message the organizer to ask questions. The "Who, What, When, Where, Why and How" is answered in the Facebook Event post instead of the image. Oh, and if you don't know how to create a Facebook event, click HERE for instructions! You'd be amazed how many seminar announcements I see that are missing some of this key information! The date is missing, or the contact information is missing, or the cost is missing, and all of these are really important for a person to consider if they can attend or not. Also, one more thing - if you're posting an event announcement via your personal page on Facebook, be sure to make that post PUBLIC. People who aren't your friends won't be able to see it. This post got CRAZY long, didn't it? Well, I had a lot to say on this, and I'm really hoping that you can take what I say here, and in the original Monster Marketing post, and put it to good use. What drives you crazy about martial arts marketing and advertising you find online? Got a question, or disagree with something I said here? Let me know in the comments?

#IFTTT #Blogger #Budoblr #Martial Arts

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So in the last few days I passed 100 followers and I can’t thank you guys enough! Apparently it was my rant about robotics that threw me over the edge–we’re all struggling, huh?

I’ve been trying to think of ways to celebrate and thank you guys, and was going to try and make Valentines, but I’m really busy right now so I decided to do a sleepover. Come talk to me, tell me about your day, tell me about your crush, tell me about anything! It’ll be fun!

It doesn’t really have an end, I’ll just slowly stop answering as quickly if ya’ll actually send in a flood. Feel free to ask me things, too!

To start us off, I’m tagging you all in one of those question things, except you only have to answer one and just send it to my inbox. If you wanna talk about something else, feel free! I just want to get to know y'all and thank you for joining me (especially those of you who’ve been here from the beginning!)

Here are the questions:

1. What is your middle name? 2. Do you have any nicknames that aren’t derived from your actual name? 2. Do you have any allergies? 4. What is the longest your hair has ever been? 5. How well can you write in cursive? 6. Name one item on your bucket list. 7. Have you ever been on a blind date? 8. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it? 9. How often do you eat out at a fancy restaurant? 10. How grammatically correct are you when you text? 11. Can you drive stick? 12. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why? 13. Nutella or peanut butter? 14. At what age did you have your first kiss? 15. DC or Marvel? 16. Have you ever hosted a wild party? 17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it? 18. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang with? 19. Have you ever donated blood? 20. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays? 21. Coffee or tea? 22. What is your go-to Starbucks drink? 23. 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Mixtapes: A Brief History Of Hip-Hop's Ever Evolving Tool

Over their lifespan, mixtapes have changed in body, but never in soul. Whether the vehicle is zip files, MP3s or C60 cassettes - they’ve always been an integral part of hip-hop’s maturation. Many fans like myself have benefited greatly from the projects that introduced new artists and DJs to the listening community - even though they were candidly, loosely ethical, bootlegged copies of intellectual property that created questions about fair use and legality - they also grew to mega popularity and demanded substantial financial returns. Overall, mixtapes have and continue to have a convoluted but important legacy.

Growing up, I was never really able to afford albums, so mixtapes were my window into hip-hop. If you’re old enough, you’ll remember having a “burner” in high school. No, not a prepaid cell phone - a person who was known for selling mixed CDs blessed with the game’s newest and most exclusive music. Luckily, one of my best friends and teammates was the aforementioned “burner.” So, after practice, we’d swing by his house and he’d go into the secret lab (which was really just the computer desk in his parent’s den) and voila, like magic a shimmering CD would float down from the heavens into his hand before tossing it in mine. This alchemistic wizardry unlocked a treasure chest of tunes that fueled my love for rap music. We’d sometimes just ride around for hours in his car after school listening to our favorite tracks and debating about the newest artists.

One thing I loved about the tapes was their pageantry. You remember where you were when you heard classics like Lil Wayne’s Dedication or Jay Z’s Carter Collection. I’ll never forget where I was when I heard the Clipse now-infamous mixtape We Got It For Cheap Vol. 2. The project was drenched in voiced interludes and obnoxious DJ tags but most importantly vicious and imaginative bars. With the help of producer Clinton Sparks, Malice, Pusha-T, Sandman, and Ad-Liva redefined what the word mixtape meant. Rhyming over other rappers' instrumentals in an uncanny fashion. As if they had something to prove and they deserved that industry acclaim and cultish fanfare. Back then tapes were a flare gun shot by up and coming artists trying to paint their name on the day's rap mural. Take these lines by Malice for example:

We Got It For Cheap Vol 2 - Intro [Malice]

“And it's a known fact y'all tired of the circus,

So come home where you smell the crack in the verses!

The whole rap world watched the Clipse take a bow,

We left it in ya hands, you ain't make Father proud!

None of y'all can copy; a hard act to follow,

We was cursed with the spirit of verses, the stigmata!

Suicide bomb ya, like Mohamed Atta,

Or the doors on that Phantom, Re-Up, we rap martyrs what?”

Nowadays, it’s fairly normal to see artists routinely flood the hip-hop streets with an abundance of content. Every other week it seems rappers are delivering new music to fans - a far cry from earlier eras, times when listeners waited sometimes years to hear anything new from their favorite emcee. Twenty-plus track playlists, as is the en vogue terminology, and "commercial" mixtapes appear on platforms like Apple Music and Spotify with great regularity but in days past this sort of saturation did not exist. The explosion of the internet and advancements in technology has rendered music-making more accessible to hopeful DJs, producers, and rappers alike. Prior to this, getting your hands on a mixtape was a very limited and tangible experience. Sort of producing a snobbish hip-hop subculture. You’d have to find the block where the tape was being sold, sometimes out of a trunk or the corner store and get your hands on one before they were all gone. The web and early mixtapes sites allowed artists to reach more listeners quickly.

But, how did we get here? What are the origins of this modern-day practicality? And how can we explain the ebb and flow of their use and popularity from the infancy of hip-hop until now? Mixtapes have long been a grey area for both record labels and artists who bend copyright laws to facilitate the distribution of the mostly promotional projects. Mixtapes were some of the first building blocks for hip-hop - appearing as early as the mid-1970s in New York City. The groundbreaking compilations featured artists such as Kool Herc and Afrika Bambaataa. Classic records like “Planet Rock” emerged from mixtapes. They were incredibly effective in the early days and fans would collect and trade these tapes which helped spread hip-hop.

From the 1980s into the 1990s, DJs began to join in on the mixtape craze and became a driving force in their revolution. Music personalities like Kid Capri and DJ Clue took tapes from sets on cassette, to an exclusive consumer experience featuring hard-to-find tracks and verses-- he infamously had Biggie's "Juicy" on one of his mixtape cassettes prior to the release of B.I.G.'s Ready to Die album, resulting in a furious call from Biggie on-air at Hot 97. DJ Clue is no doubt a pioneer in procuring the medium as its own art form. Clue helped build the prototype for tapes which became iconic.

DJ Clue, Memphis Bleek and Jay-Z circa 2001 at the Soul Train Awards - Jeffrey Mayer/WireImage/Getty Images

Once homemade and sold door to door, in barbershop, and flea markets - the tapes grew into a multi-million dollar industry. RIAA reportedly estimated that in the early 2000s mixtapes were generating as much as $150 million dollars in sales each year. During this growth the music industry, for most part, turned a blind eye to the enterprise. I assume they equated the lost royalties to be invariable to gained promotion from the circulation of these tapes. Mixtapes famously incubated the early rap careers of artists like 50 Cent, T.I. and Jeezy. Like them, many rappers built the groundwork for their careers with mixtapes. Gaining the attention of major labels through the buzz those compositions created at a grassroot level.

Perhaps no artist in hip-hop history has executed and leveraged mixtapes to his benefit quite like 50 Cent. To rap purists, his name is synonymous with the word. Curtis took the game one step further, by not just spitting 16 bars on someone else’s instrumental, but making the songs his own. 50’s mixtape tracks were so popular they’d often get played in nightclubs and had mass appeal across the country. 50 rode the momentum he built through his mixtapes to one of the best selling debut studio albums of all time.

Mixtapes grew to be a core marketing strategy for rappers of the new millennium. They essentially became the de facto demo tape for an artist. To do that, they took on many different forms. Battle campaigns waged against the industry (50 Cent), promotional teasers for upcoming albums, DJs combining exclusive verses tracked by high-profile rappers. Both artists and DJs found a lot of ways to leverage mixtapes effectively. Mixtapes also have and continue to be used for artists who want to exercise more creative freedom in their music. Giving them an avenue to express freely without the label’s influence.

In 2007, DJ Drama and DJ Cannon were arrested on federal racketeering and bootlegging charges from the alleged sale of mixtapes. With the endorsement of RIAA, authorities raided the pair’s Atlanta studio - seizing more than 80,000 CDs and thousands of dollars in producing equipment. Classically dubbed the “mixtape martyrs,” Drama and Cannon bit the bullet for the industry. Drama, of course, pioneered the insanely popular “Gansta Grillz” series. Cannon was influential in his own right with the Affiliate Music Group - also producing tracks for previously mentioned “Gansta Grillz” series. The pair were incredibly formidable in the early part of the decade. It was a comeuppance and turning point in the timeline of mixtape culture.

Don Cannon (L), DJ Drama, and DJ Sense, 2005 - Ray Tamarra/Getty Images

After the fall of the “mixtape martyrs,” in 2010, the mixtape industry looked to be on life support and in desperate need of defibrillation. There was a time when you needed mixtapes to find the newest music but blogs and websites partially replaced the importance of the tapes in that they exposed listeners to new content without the quest. Everything was now at your finger tips. In a way, fans didn’t critically need mixtapes like they once did. Also, there was no way to charge for mixtapes with sites and social media spreading them. DatPiff, LiveMixtapes and HNHH began streaming mixtapes for free and made them easily accessible. It became more difficult to find a physical copy of any mixtape release. Yet as they have so many times over the years - mixtapes adapted to survive producing a new era in consumption. The boom of streaming took mixtapes yet another step.

Mixtapes are now big business components and perhaps just as important as albums themselves. A culmination of the mixtape timeline would be Chance The Rapper cashing in on a Grammy Award because of his project Coloring Book. He actually grew to superstardom before ever releasing one album. Acid Rap, another mixtape of his, initially propelled him into the spotlight along with a series of features on a-list records. Referencing Coloring Book he famously said on his Kanye’s "Ultralight Beam": “Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard that there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet.”and on the project he had an entire song dedicated to addressing the place of mixtapes in hip-hop, saying “Am I the only n*gga still care about mixtapes.”

There’s an overwhelming amount of content hitting the web. Some have expressed concerns about hip-hop being extremely oversaturated with an influx of music. But don’t expect things to change. Now, mixtapes are an essential part of mainstream rappers’ portfolios. No longer reserved for merely the up-and-coming. J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Future, Drake, and others will hit fans with new music, ambush-style. The compositions have also now lost their ties to DJs, free of interludes and drops like the ones in We Got It For Cheap Vol. 2. What we have now is a fusion of demo tapes and mixtapes which are their own entities. But if you ask me, more music is always a good thing. The essence of mixtapes are to cut out the middleman and get the music to the fans - without all the red tape. Now you have Apple Music and Spotify featuring mixtapes on their platforms, further bolstering their value to an artist's catalog and blurring the lines between them and albums. So much has changed but so much stays the same. Mixtapes have morphed but retain their status in hip-hop.

What's your favorite mixtape, or mixtape memory? Sound off in the comments.

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