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doyumacy · 4 years ago

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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 5

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pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings: 「dotae x reader, smut (stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, threesome, oral sex m and f receiving, anal sex, ) polyamorous relationship, language, a bit of strangulation, mentions of an abusive relationship 」

word count: 「 6k 」

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You give yourself a last glance in the mirror: one shoulder black dress, diamond earrings that Doyoung gave you on your last birthday, a classic makeup look and red lips.

You feel Doyoung’s arm wrap your waist and he rests his chin on your bare shoulder. He smiles and looks at you in the mirror. “You look so good, love.”

“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek.

You turn to him. Doyoung is dressed in a black tuxedo, crisp white shirt, and black bowtie. And his locks are slicked back with gel. He looks so handsome. "The things I'd do to you right now, Kim Doyoung."

Doyoung chuckles and he gives you a devilish smile, already knowing he has turned you into a complete mess. "Yeah? Why don't you show me better?"

One of your hands immediately rubs his leg, inching towards his inner thigh.

Doyoung stares at you and grins, “Wanna suck me off?”

You keep one hand on his leg and the other one reaches up and touches his face. “I do want to suck you off” You press a kiss to his cheek. “But we don't want to be late for your own party, right?"

He glances at you. There’s a gleam. "I don't care."

You kiss him in return then pull faintly away. "Okay."

Doyoung smiles and you get on your knees. Your fingers undo the leather belt he’s wearing then swiftly undo his pants as well. You push his pants and underwear down as you lean and free his hard cock. Your hand strokes it, pumping it slowly before you dip your head down and take the tip into your mouth.

“Fuck," Doyoung hisses sharply as he feels your tongue licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. He has both hands on your shoulders so he doesn't ruin your hair. He smirks a little, letting you have your fun because when you two are back home, he'll get his fun.

You move your head up and down Doyoung's swollen and hard cock, lathering it with your saliva. Your moans are unstoppable as you take him in, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You hear Doyoung's plea of “let me feel your throat” on a hushed pant. You don’t decline his request as you move your head slowly down his cock, feeling his cock slide down your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in as you keep going, making sure to breathe through your nose.

“Oh, love. Fuck. Yes,” Doyoung huskily rasps, squeezing your right shoulder. “Your mouth is perfect. Taking every inch of it.” He pauses as he runs his fingers on your cheek.

You slowly lift your head up then wrap your hand back around his cock. You pump it lightly before running your tongue around the tip then placing it back into your mouth. You take all of him once again, enjoying how he tastes and feels sliding into your mouth and down your throat.

“Such a good girl, aren't you, baby?” He hears your eager and needy moan in response and smiles while he rubs your shoulder. He feels you begin to move your mouth up his length. “Oh, not yet." Doyoung coos softly. “Keep your pretty mouth on me. You wanted it, you’re gonna have it.”

You take his cock on your mouth again and bob your head up and down, until he comes in your mouth. You swallow your thick and salty cum and you look at him in the eye. Doyoung growls, almost moaning. He notices his cock is stained with your red lips.

He helps you to stand up and then he pulls up his pants and does them, redoing his belt as well. You while your mouth using the back of your hand. He pulls you by the neck and kisses you. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless when we are back home."

"Looking forward," you bite his lip, pulling it with your teeth.

"Stop fucking or whatever you two are doing!" You hear Taeyong screaming downstairs. "We're late!"

(...)

The party you three are heading two is being thrown by KILEE Company. -Doyoung and Taeyong’s company - They are celebrating their expansion to China and invited some of their closest partners and friends. You’re so proud of everything they’ve achieved the past years.

Your boyfriends introduce you to one of their business partners, or potential clients, and you go along with it just to be ignored right afterward while they engage in another round of inane conversation. You never get upset.

You are standing alone in the illuminated ball room, the champagne glass on your left hand almost empty. You spot Taeyong and Doyoung talking to Kun and Johnny.

You are waiting for Jaehyun to come out from the bathroom and sigh. Well dressed couple passes by you and you greet them with a small. You wouldn't lie if you don't feel weird surrounded by billionaire people.

You drown the rest of the champagne that is left and notice Jaehyun is talking to someone. Great. You're alone for at least 15 minutes.

You walk to the bar and ask for another glass of champagne. While you wait, someone stands next to you. You don't recognize the black haired man that asks for a whisky on the rocks. Soon as he gets his whisky, he has a sip. He seems to be having a hard time there.

“Slow down or you might leave the place crawling,” you say to him.

He laughs. “I’d love that, actually.”

You smile. “I’m y/n y/l/n,” you extend your hand.

He takes your hand, shaking it. “Mark Lee.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark Lee,” you grin. “I have never seen you before.”

“I just came back from Canada to take care of my dad’s business and he wants me to socialize,” he sighs. “I don't know anyone here.”

“Firstly, welcome back,” you smirk. “Secondly, I can introduce you to my boyfriends.”

“Thanks,” he smiles and then frowns. “Boyfriends?”

You nod and point at Doyoung and Taeyong who are chatting with two old men. “Lee Taeyong and Kim Doyoung.”

He almost chokes on his drink. You laugh. “I love the reactions.”

“You’re dating the hosts?” He gives you a surprised look.

“Yeah,” you have a sip of your champagne.

“Wow, that's… weird. I mean,” he shakes his head. “I don't know anything about poly love but if you guys have found a way to have one thats amazing. I could ne-”

“You’re rambling,” you chuckle.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I’m being rude,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him.

On the other side of the room, Doyoung excuses himself to the restroom and when he comes back, he sees a man around his age talking to Taeyong.

“Ah, you're here,” Taeyong places a hand on his shoulder. “Doyoung, this is Jackson Wang, a businessman interested in investing in our company.”

Doyoung smiles and extends his hand. Jackson shakes his. “Nice finally meet you, Mr. Wang.”

“Oh please, just call me Jackson,” he smirks. “I hope you don't mind that one of your guests invited me. I literally begged him.”

“Oh it’s okay,” Doyoung grins. “So tell me Jackson, what do you do?”

"My father founded Systems Integration Solutions, the big cybersecurity firm based in Silicon Valley, and I'm currently the CEO," he smirks.

“Oh, your father is Wang Ruiji?” Taeyong asks, surprised. “I had the pleasure to meet him last year. He’s incredible.”

“Thank you,” he grins. “Yeah. Right now I’m interested in investing in more Asian companies and since yours is big here and China, I thought it would be a great idea to get to know you better.”

“We can definitely arrange a meeting next week, Jackson.” Doyoung informs. “Thank you so much for coming tonight.”

“Thank you for letting me in… technically.”

The three men chuckle.

Back to you, you’re still at the bar with Mark. He so far has told you how he hates socialising, but here it is. He also lets you know that he's having a welcoming party next weekend and you and your boyfriends are invited as well.

Mark is nice. He’s 2 years younger than you and you kinda feel bad that at such a young age, he has the world on his shoulders.

You’re about to ask for your third glass of champagne when you see Doyoung and Taeyong chuckling with a man you have never seen before. He then turns around, facing you. He raises the hand where he has a glass of champagne and smiles at you.

Even though it has been years and you've changed so much since then, you can't help feeling like ice is pouring down your back.

You drop your glass realizing who it is: Jackson Wang. The man who almost beat you to death once.

"y/n?" Mark looks at you. "Are you okay?"

You gulp. You thought you'd never see him again, after all he put you trough years ago. You want to throw up.

"Excuse me," you say in a low tone.

You walk so fast to the restroom, not wanting to cause a scene. When you're there, you lock yourself in one of the hardwares and try to breath.

"Fuck," you whisper.

The door suddenly opens and you see beneath the hardware door a pair of shiny shoes walking to where you are. You're pretty sure those aren't Taeyong or Doyoung's.

There's a slight knock on the door. "y/n, I thought it was you. How the hell have you been?"

Somehow you manage to breathe. "You don’t even have to answer that, I just met the two lovely men you are fucking. I knew you were always a greedy slut, but this is a new level of greediness."

You stay completely silent. Jackson laughs. "I'd pay billions just to see your face right now, sweetie."

"Get out," you order him.

"C'mon, I want to see you up close. Doyoung wouldn't shut up about your beauty," he mocks him. "I wanna see if it's true."

"Get the hell out, Jackson. Or I'll scream," you warn.

Jackson laughs again. "As if anyone could ever touch me."

He fixes his suit jacket and sighs. “Okay, fine. I’ll go. But we’ll be seeing each other around, sweetie. I’ve been waiting years to see you.”

You watch his feet get away until he's out of the restroom, and as soon as he's gone, you burst out crying.

When you were with Jackson, the first months everything was great. But he suddenly changed and turned into a person you thought you'd never deal with. You tried your best to fight it. You wanted to get free and live a good life, but he manipulated you to the point he made you feel guilty. To the point you didn't feel good enough.

And after everything that happened, you promised yourself you would never put yourself in that situation ever again.

You exit the restroom and run into Jaehyun. “Hey, I was looking for you.”

You dont look him in the eye. “I uhm… think I had too much champagne.”

“I saw Jackson leaving the restroom,” he cups your face. “Are you okay?”

You sob. “What is he doing here?

Jaehyun hugs you. “I don't know, but I won't let him get close to you ever again.”

You hug Jaehyun tightly. He is the only person that knows about what happened with Jackson.

“Come on,” He takes your hand. “Let’s go back.”

“I can't. Jackson was talking to Taeyong and Doyoung,” you sigh.

He frowns. “About what?

“I don't know… what if he told them something?” You run a hand through your hair.

“Doyoung would kill anyone who dares to speak badly about you,” Jaehyun calms you down.

“It’s been 6 years, why is he back?” You cradle your face.

“I wish I know,” Jaehyun says. “You need to tell Taeyong and Doyoung.”

“Tell us what?” Doyoung’s voice startesl you.

You turn to see him walking towards you and Jaehyun. “I uhm… I think I’m drunk,” you lie.

Doyoung frowns. “But are you okay?”

You nod and then giggle. “I just threw up and Jaehyun wants me to tell you and Taeyong, but I’m fine.”

Doyoung cradles your face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can end the event and take you home?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine, I can go home by myself. I don’t mind.”

Doyoung shakes his head in disagreement. “I won't let you go alone.” He looks at Jaehyun. “Do you mind going with her? The chauffeur will take you back to the party.”

Jaehyun nods. “Of course. Don’t worry.”

Doyoung gives you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll have my phone with me every moment, okay? Call me if you need anything, love.”

You nod and smile. “Please tell Taeyong I’m sorry I left early.”

“He’ll understand. Now go. Get some rest,” he gives you a peck. “I love you.”

When you return home, you change your clothes into Doyoung’s pajamas. You love how soft they are and that they smell like him. Jaehyun insists on staying with you but you tell him you're fine and he should return to the party with Johnny and enjoy what's left of the night.

You lay on Taeyong’s side of the bed and sigh.

It’s been two years since you three are together and you never mentioned Jackson. You never talk about it.

You roll on the bed for what you feel like hours without being able to sleep. You glance at the watch on the nightstand and it marks 2 am. Taeyong and Doyoung should be coming soon.

"Love? We're home," You hear Doyoung call, entering the penthouse.

You stand up from the bed and go downstairs. You see Taeyong unloosing his suit bow. You run to them and kiss them both. "Someone missed us," Taeyong mocks and kisses you back.

"I always miss you," you pout.

Doyoung smiles. "We missed you, too, love."

"We decided to invite someone tonight, I hope you dont mind." Taeyong smiles. You frown and see the door opening. It's Jackson.

"What?" You look at both of them. "Why is he doing here?"

Suddenly, Taeyong and Doyoung aren't in the penthouse anymore and all you can see is Jackson's hand wrapped around your neck. "I've been wanting to do this for so long."

He adds strength and chokes you, the air stopping going to your lungs. "I'm gonna make sure I'm the last person you see when I kill you, whore."

You startled awake, a loud gasp escaping you. You could feel your shirt cling uncomfortably to your back with sweat and your legs are tangled in the sheets, only worsening the feeling of being trapped.

You are breathing harshly, your chest heaving with choked breaths. You whimper, feeling your eyes start to water.

"Just a dream," you try to tell yourself.

It's 5 am and Doyoung and Taeyong are sleeping peacefully next to you. With shaking hands you reach out, trying to switch on the small lamp on the nightstand table. The dim light illuminating the room does nothing to calm your anxiety.

You touch your neck, wanting to make sure his hand isn't wrapped around your neck. He's not there. He doesn't know where you live.

The horrible picture plays in your head on loop and you know you won't be able to calm down. You shakily get out of bed and try to wipe the tears off your cheeks as good as you can and make your way towards the bathroom door of the bedroom.

Once inside the bathroom, you wash your face with cold water. You're still shaking. You sit next to the bathtub and start crying.

You hear someone enter the bathroom and hope they don't see you. But it doesn't work, it's Doyoung's eyes who finds you sitting next to the bathtub. He approaches you and kneels in front of you. "Love?"

You don't move and just look at him with wide eyes, he gently takes your hand. "What's wrong, love?"

You shake your head and cry again. "Did you have a nightmare?“ Doyoung asks. You nod and bury your face on his shirt.

"Oh love. It's alright. Nothing happened, it was just a dream. I'm here,“ Doyoung murmurs, tightening his hold on you. You clutch onto Doyoung's soft sleeping shirt and continue to cry.

"Do you want to talk about your dream, love?" Doyoung asks quietly, stroking your hair.

"I-I dreamed...," you look him in the eye. "I dreamed I lost you both."

Doyoung cuddles you close again. "It was just a nightmare, love. We're here, we're gonna be here always."

You peek up at him and nod. "I love you so much."

"I love you," Doyoung plants a kiss on your forehead. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Doyoung helps you to stand up and go back to the bed without waking Taeyong up. You are cuddled in the middle with your head pillowed on Doyoung's chest. It doesn't take long at all for you to fall asleep, feeling safe and warm his arms.

(...)

A couple of days later, Jackson shows up at KILEE. Doyoung is fascinated by him but to Taeyong, there's something strange about him. He's nice.

Too nice.

Maybe Taeyong thinks he's overreacting and Jackson is in fact nice.

Jackson tells them he's good friends with Mark Lee, the heir of one of the wealthiest and biggest companies in Canada and South Korea. So there's no reason to think he's gonna play them.

They later find themselves having lunch with Jackson and Mark.

"I met your girlfriend last weekend," Mark has a sip of his drink. "She is really nice. Although she disappeared."

Taeyong and Doyoung smile. "She had too much champagne and had to leave." Doyoung says.

"Oh well, it happens right?" Mark chuckles. "I've been there before."

"I didn't have the pleasure to meet her," Jackson says, "I hope I can next time."

"I invited her to my welcoming party this Saturday, are you guys coming?" Mark stares at Doyoung and Taeyong.

"Of course, we'll be there," Taeyong nods. "And I hopefully can greet your dad. He's an incredible man."

“Thanks, dude,” Mark beams, “so glad you all are coming.”

(...)

“But… Saturdays are only for us,” you pout, looking at Doyoung.

“I know, love. But I promise I’ll make it up to you next weekend,” He says, looking at himself in the mirror.

“I don't wanna go,” you say, leaving the walking closet.

Doyoung sighs. “Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“Well, not me,” you sit on the bed turning the TV on.

“White or black shirt?” Taeyong asks, entering the bedroom. “I’m still undecided.”

You shrug, trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Taeyong frowns, looking at you. “Why aren't you ready?”

“Because I am not going,” you reply.

Taeyong looks at Doyoung confused. “Mark is expecting to see you there.”

“Well, tell him I’m sick or something, Taeyong,” you rest your back on the headboard, watching the movie you picked.

Doyoung sighs, losing his patience. “You have been acting bratty all week and you're making me lose my patience. Get up and get dressed.”

“Didn't you hear me?” You look at him. “I-am-not-going.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes and walks to the walking closet, but Doyoung grabs his arm. "What do we do to brat girls?"

Taeyong smirks and you feel both of their gaze on you.

You don't know how you end up crouched low on the ground with your knees digging into the modern grey carpeting, you are tensing your thighs together and twisting your body every which way for the past ten minutes.

It doesn’t take long for your deep, frequent groans of pain to become loud enough to be heard around the make-shift gag that stuffs your mouth; a pair of your black lace panties. "Be quiet, love. Good girls don't make a sound," Doyoung tells you.

“I think our princess is done, Doyoung,” you hear Taeyong say, his voice thick from immense pleasure.

You can see one of Doyoung's legs twitching and where his pelvis meets Taeyong's hips as he pulls forward and back again on his cock. Doyoung's loud moans reverberate against the walls, and you can picture his head thrown back in ecstasy as a strong smirk crawls across Taeyong's face.

“How much longer do you think you can hold it, baby?” Doyoung asks. You know he’s looking at Taeyong but talking to you, and as you try and scream, another jolt of displeasure courses through you. Not long, you want to say. Please, please let me go.

Doyoung pulls out from Taeyong (ignoring his hearty protests) and pads over to you, naked and his dick dripping.

The first thing you feel is his presence, the second thing you feel is his lips on your earlobe, biting it as he asks you to roll over. You do.

The third thing you feel is his right finger touching your aching clit. You cry in pleasure. He passes his fingers down your wet silt and then takes his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. "So good. As always." You concentrate everything you have not to release everything right there.

Taeyong stands next to you and takes you in his arms in bridal style. Then he leaves you on the bed. You spread your legs for the two men you have in front and you can tell they're enjoying the view. You bite your lip.

"Teasing us, huh?" Doyoung smirks at you. "Let's play then."

Doyoung finishes taking his shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. "Get on all fours," Doyoung orders, "Taeyong, get in front of her."

You do as he says and get on all fours. You feel Doyoung blowing gently in your core and you moan. He slaps you in the ass. "What did we say about sounds?"

"Sorry," you whisper.

"I want you to suck Taeyong off while I fuck you from behind, okay?" Doyoung asks, softly.

You nod. Taeyong takes his dick on his hand and strokes it, you open your mouth to take his cock. As you are licking his tip, Doyoung lowers his head down into it and closes his hot mouth around your wet pussy. Gasping, you groan on Taeyong's cock. Doyoung eagerly laps at your clit. You want to moan, but if you make the slightest noise, he won't let you.

You proceed to lick up the side of Taeyong's cock again swirling your tongue around it. Taeyong grips your hair, throwing his head back. "Oh fuck," he groans.

Yo smirk and lick him again when you feel him tense up. You suck even harder. Taeyong bites his lip; you look gorgeous taking his cock so well.

Doyoung is still focused on your clit, lapping at it continuously until your hips are jerking, and you cry out his name. Fuck.

Doyoung stops and slaps your ass again, making you whimper. "Bad girl. Finish Taeyong off."

You keep bobbing your head up and down until Taeyong explodes into your mouth. He rests a hand on your jaw. “Swallow for me baby” you do as you're told, making sure to maintain eye contact with Taeyong.

Doyoung grabs your waist and lays you on your back. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs the pink head between the lips of your flushed pussy, drawing a pleased moan from him. He pulls in, all of his bare length entirely inside of you. Doyoung grunts and tenses up, curling his fingers tightly around your soft hips. Taeyong watches you and he is getting hard again.

You turn to Taeyong and Doyoung moves his cock slowly dragging out of your cunt until only the tip remains. He drives into you and, as a groan bubbles in your throat, your eyes roll back. You are so full, that it feels as if you’re being ripped apart from the inside out. Taeyong stays crouched by your side, whispering soft and gentle reassurances in your ear, and kisses your face.

Doyoung's mouth is on your breasts, marking you with his teeth and lips, metal and flesh fingers digging into your hips and sides. “She’s so fucking tight, Taeyong.”

“Of course she is, she’s a good girl. Aren’t you, baby?” Taeyong's tongue is in your mouth before you can answer and he’s growling against your tongue as he sucks it into his mouth.

Taeyong slides his hand between your breasts and down your belly as Doyoung pushes up, giving Taeyong room to find your clit. Doyoung is growling, pounding you into the mattress as Taeyong assaults the throbbing bundle of nerves. It feels like lava is scorching through your veins as you cum on Doyoung's cock. You want him to join you, but you know he won’t, he wants to save it for when both he and Doyoung are fucking you at the same time.

With your heart hammering in your chest and bursts of static in your ears, Taeyong rolls you to your stomach and pulls you to him; knees on the edge of the bed, your ass up. Before you know what’s happening, Taeyong slaps your ass. You cry out and push back, seeking out more of his touch.

“You like that, don’t you?”

You whine pitifully. “Y-yes."

He caresses the reddening skin before slapping it again, and again, and again. Just when you think he’s done, he surprises you with a slap to your cunt, leaving you shrieking and writhing at the pleasurable sting. The wide head of Taeyong's cock is pushing in, slower.

“What do you want, baby?"

You whimper. “I want you to fuck me."

Taeyong's demeanor changes and he slams into you with a snarl. You bury your face in the bed and cry out. Taeyong is relentless, his thrusts tight and controlled as he fucks you, his balls slap your clit and every time they do, it pulls a moan from deep within.

You try telling Taeyong that you’re going to cum, but you don’t get the chance; it hits you like a runaway train. As you’re shouting and pulsing around his cock.

With a growl, Taeyong pulls out and smacks your ass again. You fall to your side where Doyoung peppers your face with kisses as you gasp for air. He’s stroking your hair.

Taeyong pulls you off the bed and kisses you thoroughly. His hands are on your thighs and he’s lifting you off the floor while Doyoung repositions himself on the bed; back against the headboard, legs drawn up, heels planted in the mattress; all while spreading lube on his cock.

Taeyong sets you between Doyoung's thighs, watching as Doyoung works with you until you’re straddling his lap and his cock is pressing into your tight hole. With Doyoung's hands on your hips, you pull in slow, deliberate breaths as he fills you. Doyoung is moaning as he bounces you on his cock, slowly, working the lube back and forth until finally, chestnut curls are biting into your ass.

You’re leaning back against Doyoung hands on the bed by his hips, shoulder blades against his chest when he’s whispering in your ear, “you got a sweet ass, love,” before nipping at your neck. He’s working you up and down on his cock, gasping every time you clench around him, the intense desire surging through you a million miles a minute. You’re so very full, but your pussy is aching for Taeyong as it clamps down around nothing, the opaque cum spilling down onto Doyoung's balls. Taeyong has his bottom lip between his teeth and he’s staring at you with dark eyes as he strokes himself in time with you and Doyoung. Without a word, he kneels on the bed and moves between your legs. The wide head of his cock is at your entrance and your chest is heaving in anticipation.

“Just fuck me, Taeyong.” you manage to rasp.

There’s no way to describe the feeling of being filled with two cocks. All you know is that you love it. Every inch of their thick cocks in your ass and cunt. The way one cock curves left and the other curves right. How they drag against the other while one pushes and the other pulls. It’s in the way they each grunt when they hit home, when they can’t drive into you further.

You’re cumming fast and hard, your toes are curling and your knuckles are turning white as it tears you apart from the inside out; screaming noiselessly when Taeyong flicks your clit. Both men are quick to follow suit; Doyoung first, then Taeyong. They’re grunting and cursing, almost in sync, their cum mixing with yours as it leaks out, spreading onto the sheets.

Taeyong, hissing the entire time, withdraws first and heads into the bathroom to clean up. While he’s in there, you fall back against Doyoung, writhing in his lap as he begins to soften. You turn your head and kiss him slowly, tangling your tongues together and moaning into his mouth as an unexpected aftershock rolls through you.

“Jesus, love Take it easy.” Doyoung squeezes your hips before gently pulling you off of his lap. You fall to your side and snuggle into the pillows, giggling playfully as Doyoung stands on unsteady legs.

Taeyong is behind you, lifting one leg so he can clean you from front to back.

"Fuck, we're so late," Doyoung runs to the walking closet.

You groan. "I thought we weren't going anymore."

"This was convincing sex, so get your beautiful ass up and get ready," Taeyong gives you a peck.

(...)

You three are 20 minutes late to Mark's party. He doest care because he's happy you're finally there. Mark introduces you three to some of their friends and family members. They all are so nice.

Unfortunately, you don't know anyone in the party and Taeyong and Doyoung do, they seem comfortable talking to pretty much everyone.

You're at the bar and order for a gin and tonic. As you wait for your drink, you give a glance to Mark's house roof: it's unbelievably high and the paintings are absolutely beautiful.

You feel someone's hand on your shoulder and smile when you see Mark. "My mom painted them."

"What?" You asked, shocked. "How did she get up there?"

Mark laughs. "No, I mean, my mom painted them in a regular size and someone professional then came and did it."

"Oh," you nod, embarrassed. "Not my brightest moment."

Mark smirks. "You got me rambling when we met, so this is my revenge."

"We're even now," you giggle. The bartender leaves your drink on the counter and you have a sip.

"Not yet, you abandoned me in that party where I didn't know anyone," he sighs.

You bite your lip. "I'm sorry. I had too much champagne."

"It's okay, I went to have lunch with your men the other day and told me," he grins. "Go easy with the gin, you never know when it's gonna betray you."

"Bad experiences?" You cock an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

You both laugh.

Jackson arrives at Mark's house and after greeting some people, he goes to where Doyoung, Taeyong and other people are. After chatting for a couple of minutes, Doyoung and Jackson excuse themselves to have a conversation with the two of them.

As they're chatting, Doyoung spots you talking and giggling with Mark. He doesn't like it. Why, from all people you have to be laughing with him? Maybe you two liked each other from his company party.

"What do you say?" Jackson asks.

Doyoung shakes his head. "Excuse me, what?"

"Are you okay?" Jackson looks at him.

"Yeah... just," he presses his lips together. "I was looking at my girlfriend."

Doyoung looks at you again and Jackson follows his gaze. "You know, I once fell for a woman like her; all shiny, beautiful, polite..."

"She's everything to me," Doyoung says, still looking at you.

"She was my everything too," Jackson nods, "Until I wasn't enough for her."

Doyoung looks at Jackson. "What happened?"

"She met someone richer than me and left," Jackson shrugs. "Mark's my friend, but he's richer than everyone in this room and he is a charm. So I'd be careful, you know? She seems to like him... very much."

(...)

"Oh, my God, did you see the roof? I felt like I was in a castle," you say in excitement to Taeyong as you three are on your way back to the penthouse. "It was beautiful."

"I know, and the bathrooms are... out of this world," Taeyong laughs. "I mean, we're rich but Lee are disgustingly rich."

You and Taeyong make most of the conversation until you finally arrive at your place. As Doyoung is pressing the code to the elevator, your phone rings and you smile. "It's Mark, he wants to check if we made it home safely."

"He's so nice," Taeyong smiles. "I'm gonna hang out with him more. We should, the three of us."

"Yes! He only has 2 friends here so it could be cool," you say.

You three enter the elevator and the closes door. "Do you like Mark, y/n?" Doyoung suddenly asks.

"Yeah," you giggle. "He's awkward but in a nice way. He could be a good friend."

Doyoung nods. "He's also way richer than Taeyong and I."

"Yeah..." you frown. "What about it?"

"Well, you were very flirty with him tonight," he glances at you. "Perhaps are you thinking of fucking him now?"

"Doyoung..." Taeyong grabs his arm. Doyoung yanks himself free.

"Excuse me?" You stare at him. "Who the fuck do you think I am?"

"You tell me," Doyoung leans close to you. "Are you perhaps a gold-di-"

You don't even let him finish when you slap him. "If you think I am a gold-digger then you don't know me at all. I don't care about you damn money."

"You're very impressed with Mark's life," Doyoung grips his jaw. "You want him and his money. We're nothing to you anymore."

The elevator finally stops on your floor and you get out of there. Taeyong and Doyoung follow you. You stop in the middle of the hallway and you start taking the jewelry you have on and throw the items to Doyoung. Then you proceed to take your phone out and winnow the expensive wallet to the floor. You take off your shoes as well. "You bought all of that. Keep it. I don't want it or your money."

You walk to the elevator and press the code and Taeyong follows you. "Where are you going?"

"Apparently to fuck Mark," you say and enter the elevator. "Fuck you, Doyoung"

The doors are about to close when you stick your arm in the middle of them. "By the way, the dress I'm wearing I bought with my own money and if you don't believe me, my bank statement is on my desk."

And you're gone.

Taeyong sighs and stares at Doyoung. "What the fuck was that?"

"You don't think I'm right?" Doyoung scoffs.

"Of course not!" Taeyong shakes his head. "She's been with us for 2 years and you know she has never cared about our money."

"Or that's what she made us think," Doyoung says as he opens the door of the penthouse.

"You better shut the fuck up because I will punch you," Taeyong warns him

"Get inside," Doyoung stands next to the door.

"No." He says.

"Whatever," Doyoung says and shuts the door behind him.

#dotae x reader #dotae smut #doyoung smut #taeyong smut #doyoung x reader #doyoung imagine #doyoung nct #taeyong x reader #taeyong nct #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct 127 imagine

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ceoofanticatradora · 4 years ago

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We need more anti C//A who are Adora stans (like you seem to be) so that people can understand that C///A is bad for Adora. Heck C//A is bad for Catra too, but the shippers don't seem to realize it. If Catra had been able to let Adora go maybe she could have healed instead of her festering and the abuse may have ended instead of escalated.

Hello Dear, welcome on my Blog and a big thank you for your message! Firstly I wanna apologize that this response is reaching you more than three full days, almost four later. Just real life getting into the way of my online presence (at least I got my A-Levels admission!) but I assure you that replying to you was on my To Do List the entire time. And while I could've typed something quick, I thought you deserved a full length response just as much as the person before you received. That goes for anyone really to ask/write me anything in the future.

Adora is a character that has flaws, her own interests, things she struggles with/is insecure about etc. but she also still works on being better (up to Season 5). This makes her relatable, fleshed out and overall three dimensional. Overall for me that makes Adora very likeable. Which is funny because when I first watched the show I thought of her as too goofy and felt like she as a character was overall just flat. Her character design did not speak to me either, the ponytail with the weird hair poof and these pointy shoulders of her jacket just really were not my taste. Isn't it amazing how perceptions can change?

As you can guess from that description I did not always stan Adora and she's probably still not my favorite character but over the almost two years I've been in this fandom I've grown rather fond of her. Other important characters to me are Kyle (a very relatable comfort character of mine, he learned to stand up for himself and others and I support that, f*ck Season 5 for barely acknowledging his existence), Lonnie (apart from treating Kyle badly (which I really do NOT support or excuse) I really love her, man, some women just do me like that, I mean she really stood up to Catra like that), Entrapta (I'm autistic too! It's great to have some representation, seeing the ableism/treatment she experiences in the show is not so much though), Seahawk (I don't even know why, I have some issues with his behavior towards Mermista at times but overall I love this dork), Scorpia (she reminds me of myself so much and I really wanna give her hugs, I'm so glad she chose to no longer let Catra treat her like that even though I will be forever salty she just immediately forgave her), Peekablue (I can explain this even less than Seahawk, especially since it was not even really him in the end but his existence somehow helped me cope with Season 5, without him I probably would've left this fandom ... and also my favorite color is blue) and Double Trouble (now there's enough people already critcizing how they're not exactly great Non-binary representation but this dramatic lizard will forever be in my heart, that reality check they gave Catra, basically slapping her in the face with facts was satisfying as h*ck, also I like lizards overall).

Now there's plenty of characters I like, dislike (or even hate) or am simply indifferent about but after all this is not a tier list but me talking about Adora, Catra and Catradora. Adora started off as this girl that was so sure what she was doing is right but once she was taught differently she was willing to leave everything she knew (except Catra, because she valued her despite everything) behind. And not only that, she broke out of the abuse cycle that Catra tried so hard to keep upright. And that is exactly what makes Adora such a good role model. She teaches children (or people) that:

Your past doesn't define what/who you are or what/who you can become

-> Adora used to be a Horde soldier and did not know where she came from, but nonetheless she found herself a family and became a hero that saved thousands of people

You can always change your mind and start a new life if you feel disappointed in what you are doing/who you are as a person

-> Basically the exact same point, Adora started a new life as she saw what the Horde really was and changed her mind about who to fight for

You deserve love too, be it platonic or romantic (or se*ual???) (If you're aro and/or ace just ignore the part that does not work for you)

-> While Adora for various reasons thought her only use was to please others and meet their needs and expectations (mostly due to Shadow Weaver and Catra) she learned to accept that she too deserves love and validation (if the love aspect would not have been focused on it being romantic love so she could smooch Catra in the finale this would've been a billion times better because she got love from her friends that showed her her real value)

You can walk away from something/someone, that does not make you egoistic/selfish

-> Adora walked away from the Horde, after Catra stubbornly refused to come with her despite many offers (basically Catra broke the promise, not Adora) from her too and that did not make her a "traitor" or "selfish", h*ck, Adora in the end did this for a bigger purpose too, even if part of it was her not wanting to live with such wrong morals

Your opinions, feelings etc. about a person/something can change and that is perfectly fine and valid, being able to change is part of what makes someone human

-> Adora's views on many things changed throughout the show: The Horde and the Rebellion, the First Ones, Catra, being She-Ra, herself, her priorities and so on ... she actually makes use of her brain, which is why Catra saying "Don't you ge it?" or calling her an idiot and dumb never sat right with me, she's a realistic character for shifting with her thoughts, feelings etc. and sometimes just does not fully think things through

You don't have to let other people treat you like sh*t (just because they have some issues they never worked through does not give them any right to let it out on you)

-> This point is obviously centered mostly around Catra and her abusing Adora almost every chance she gets, which is why Adora standing up for herself and not letting Catra blame her for her own decisions and mistakes is so important, "You made your choice, now live with it" is one of the most powerful lines throughout all the five Seasons

Now I'm sure there is still more to Adora's character than what I just listed and unfortunately almost all the points basically got pushed aside, well, Adora as a character got pushed aside in Season 5. All her growth, the things that made me love her, see her as great role model for so many people robbed of their value for the sake of making everything revolve around Catra. That brings me to her and how you are absolutely right that Catradora is harmful to both characters. Of course Adora is affected most by it in the end but Catra too is obviously suffering under the fandoms obsession and just the overall idea of them being romantically involved.

Just like with Adora the stans make almost everything about Catra over her relationship with Adora. She too can barely exist outside of it and if she wasn't the fan favorite she'd most likely would too be mostly in Fanarts that include Adora and not just her (if you google "Catra Fanart" most content is still Catra and Catra only but here and there Catradora still peaks through). But for whatever reason the fandom still views her more as her own person as the other ones? Catrouble and Scorptra Shippers might actually still get less hate than Glimmadora Shippers (I'm not denying they don't get any, they most certaintly do) which is just plain hypocricy and favorism. Kinda like the: A woman needs to be loyal to her husband and her husband only but if the husband wants to be active with other women that is perfectly fine because "that is just how men are" or how i like to call it ... sexism. Now in this case they are both women so it's not sexism but yo do get my point.

But much more importantly, Catra has an unhealthy obsession with Adora. Signs of that are for example:

Constantly talking about Adora, even when said person is not around (to Shadow Weaver, Scorpia etc.)

Obsessing over having control over Adora like in that one Episode "Are you kidding? I finally got control over Adora, I'm not giving that up!"

Building her entire character and her actions around Adora "We need to take Adora down", "Adora left me", "I'd rather see the whole world end than see you win!", also shown in Season 5 where she states she does save Glimmer only for Adora and not for Glimmer or to do the right thing

Getting aggressive or very emotional over Adora like clawing the wall, having nightmares etc. (destructive behavior towards herself and others)

Having no or barely any characteristics outside of her relationship with Adora like, we don't know her interests or likes and dislikes outside of being evil, obsessed with Adora, being abused by Shadow Weaver ...

Trying to force Adora to meet her needs and expectations regardless of Adora's owns

Sacrificing her oppurtunity to be happy in the Crimson Waste for the sake of her Adora obsession and being better than her at all costs

So yes, you were very right with saying that not putting Catra in a relationship with Adora would've benefited both characters. Catra could've learned to exist on her own, develop interests and a life outside of Adora. Learn to accept herself and eventually come to terms with her childhood abuse. She could've been free and not "the abusive cat girl that ended up with the person she unhealthily obsessed over to the point of no return" she kinda is now. Even if we ignore the whole "dating your long term abuser" part from Adora's side and "being rewarded" for horrible behavior, Catra alone is not giving a good example to people watching. As much as I dislike Catra, disdain her even, an ending where she is dependent on Adora, unable to stand on her own two legs after she led armies in war is not what I would wish for her, even with a decent redemption arc (that she did not get).

#anti catradora #anti c//a #anti catra #spop critical #response #my post #spop salt #ocd #role model #anti catra stans #anti catradora stans #comfort character #adora deserves better #honestly its worse once you know its not just bad for adora #anti+catra #anti+catradora

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sunflowercandie · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @atreefullofstars and @feral-anarchy ! Thank you guys!

1. Do you make your bed? Usually no, only after I clean my room or when I have company coming over. Other than that, to me, there really is no point I know I’m just going to mess is up again.

2. Favorite number? Number 10! 10 has been my favorite number since I was three, I think. Don’t ask me why it’s my favorite, I don’t really know I just like it a lot.

3. What’s your job? I’m a cashier at the local grocery store.

4. If I could would I go back to school? Absolutely not xD. Doing school work and having to sit for too long and tests and studying honestly freaks me out and gives me anxiety, despite the fact that I am in college. I would if I could relive the fun moments of middle school and high school, but the stress and depression and ptsd that comes with it is just not worth it.

5. Can you parallel park? Nope, i avoid it like the plague. I probably could be really good at it if I tried, but I know that if I do everyone is going to be watching me attempt to get into this tiny space and asdfghjhgfds and honestly its just better to find another spot, even if it’s two blocks away.

6. A job people would be surprised I had? I worked at a day care center for a summer in 2015.

7. Do you think aliens are real? Of course! What, do you really think that in our universe, with billions of different galaxies that are home to trillions of different planets, out of all of those our earth is the only one that has life on it’s surface? Yeah, right, sure xD

8. Can you drive a standard car? I’m not really sure what this means by ‘standard’ but if you mean automatic then yes, I can. But if you mean a stick-shift no I absolutely can not. My cousin gave me my first car, which was a Honda CR-V, but I couldn’t drive it because it had a stick-shift. I tried really hard to learn and get it down but I could just never figure it out. I was so sad when we had to sell the car for an automatic, mainly because it was a really nice car. It had a table! In the trunk! How many car’s do you know of that comes with a freaking table?

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? Sleeping 12+ hours. It’s a love hate relationship, really. Cause I can sleep for a really long time and it’s nice and I have crazy dreams and I catch up on some missed out sleep but suddenly it’s 3 pm and I’ve missed half the day and didn’t even wake up once. I could probably miss a whole day by sleeping if I tried hard enough. It’s both a blessing and a curse, and I secretly love and hate it.

10. Tattoos? I don’t have any tattoos yet, but I have a plan to have tattoos of outlines of tiny stars and constellations on my shoulders with invisible ink inside the stars that only show up in black light. I think that would be really cool, like “I hold the weight of the universe on my shoulders, but I can still find ways to shine bright despite dark circumstances.” I think a tattoo like that would describe me and my life perfectly. On the other hand, I also want to get a tattoo of like something really dumb hidden on my body and then to show a bestie one day and be like ‘look at this ehehehehe’ and then burst into laughter or smthn.

11. Favorite color? I remember fighting with my brother about this when I was like 3 or 4, that my favorite color was yellow, and he said it couldn’t be because that was his favorite color and we couldn’t have the same favorite color. So I caved and gave it to him and since then I could never figure it out. well guess what turns out he lied and blue has been his favorite color for like ever now SO GUESS WHAT YELLOW IS MY FAVORITE COLOR NO ONE CAN TAKE IT FROM ME LMAO

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? I ABSOLUTELY HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE NEGATIVE ALL THE TIME. I knew this one bitch in high school. I won’t get super into it, but basically the only thing that ever came out of that ugly moth of hers was shit about herself and how great she was (she was homophobic and racist and looked down on everyone may I add) or just straight up negativity. I don’t think I have ever heard her say something nice about someone or anything in the 7 years I went to school with her. She was such a negative person that it made me realize that I hate people who are negative all the time like??? I really don’t get how people can be so negative all the time??? I really can’t get through the day without making someone laugh it’ll physically hurt me if I don’t make someone’s day better and I can’t understand that some people don’t think that way.

13. Any phobias? I don’t get scared of pretty much anything. You can’t scare me, try your hardest, but you can’t xD. I love watching horror movies and going to the theater to see peoples reactions. I think the only thing that actually freaks me out is Greg Yates from the Law and Order SVU and Chicago Fire crossover. Dude fuckin freaks me out I literally can’t look at Dallas Robert’s face without cringing and i just asdfghjklsa i tried to fix it yo, I watched him in the walking dead (Milton Mamet) and Insatiable (Bob) but honestly it only made it worse. I just can’t do it. I see him and I recoil i just have to get far away. Other than that I don’t get scared of anything else.

14. Favorite childhood sport? Psshh, sports??? What are those??? Lmao

15. Do you talk to yourself? All the time, and they’re nothing wrong with that.

16. What movie do you adore? I have lot’s of favorite movies that I love so Imma just list em. Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium (This movie is just straight up my personality), Rise of the Guardians (my first ever fandom), Kung Fu Panda 2 (IT’S A GOOD MOVIE FIGHT ME ON IT), Kubo and the Two Strings, the IT movies.

17. Do you like doing puzzles? Not really? I am really good at solitaire and Mancala tho

18. Favorite type of music? I don’t really have a type of music I like best. If I listen to it and it makes me go ‘holy shit this is great I love this’ then that’s pretty much it... I did go through a huge dubstep phase in freshman year of high school but let’s not talk about that.

19. Tea or coffee? Neither xD yeah yeah I know how terrible but honestly both are just gross. I tried liking them but I just don’t. oops.

20. What’s the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? If I am correct, I wanted to be either a veterinarian or an ‘orphanage manager lady’ when I grew up. Obviously neither of those happened, now I’m aiming at something film related.

Thank you guys for tagging me! This was really fun! I guess it’s my turn now so I’m tagging:

@lizard-15 @moonshadow-memes @readingisthenewcool @ezio-demonI don’t know who else to tag xD so partake if any of u wanna

#ask #fun #yay #questions #brush ask me more shit honestly xD #i don't care

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hennessystevens-udaku · 6 years ago

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My Bloody Valentine

A little twisted Love Day fic for my favorite rebel @thereturnofbadazz!

“I wonder how many lovers are gonna die today,” Aly’Sha said with sneer as she watched the news.

“What yo lil psycho ass talking about, Sha Sha,” Erik asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day. Why you talking about folks dying?” Kimora chirped from the other side of the living room.

“It’s also Purge Day,” Aly’Sha responds casually.

“You mean poor man elimination day,” Angel says, cradling the twins closer. Now that she was older, she didn’t see the point of violence as a means of “cleansing” the country of its sins.

“Yeah that shit’s stupid,” Erik agreed, flipping the station. “Just another tactic white folks use to eradicate black folks. Alright ladies, if y’all don’t mind, me and Mama got a date,” Erik says with a sly grin in Hennessy’s direction.

“Actually baby, I was thinking maybe you could spend the day with another wife. You’ve spent the last 16 Valentine’s Days with me, spoil someone else,” she says not looking up from her MacBook. She was in the process of scouting out new locations for her dispensary and wasn’t exactly in the mood to break concentration. Before Erik could ask which of his wives would be the lucky lady this year, Ryley stormed into the house, chest rising and falling quickly with anger.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” he asked from his relaxed position on the couch.

“Them white bitches down the street keep fuckin with me. I’m trying to be nice and keep it cute since I’m a princess now and shit, but they about to make Ryley Badazz come out of retirement!” Erik chuckled at her, loving how sexy she got when she was angry.

“Calm down, Ry Ry. Tell Daddy what happened.” He listened intently, blood boiling as she explained how the Becky’s with the stringy hair had egged her car, slashed her tires, and had been overall mocking her for the past week.

“Calm down baby. You’re a princess, don’t lower your standards for peasants.”

“That’s cute and all, but look at what they spray painted on the house.” Erik’s smirk quickly faded to a menacing mug when he saw the words ‘Killmonger’s a bitch’ spray painted in bright red paint on the northern wall of The Kompound. Without another word, he made his way downstairs to his arsenal with Ryley hot on his heels.

“How about we show them white bitches who run shit,” he called over his shoulder.

“What you mean, Daka?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well it’s Valentine’s Day and it’s also Purge Day, so how about for our date we show them why they shouldn’t fuck with the Stevens-Udaku household?” Ryley’s face twisted into a devilish grin as she gazed upon the various weapons.

Wanna play, Candy Girl?” he asked as he handed her the Swarovski studded M-16.

“Let’s play, Daddy.”

“Y’all sure y’all don’t wanna get in on the action?” Erik asked the remaining wives as he prepared for the night’s festivities.

“This is Ryley’s night, why you inviting other people?” Henny scolded from her relaxed position between Charlie’s plush thighs. They had all agreed to watch the events from the body cameras Shuri had installed on his and Ryley’s protective armor, Angel not wanting to engage in the sport because she didn’t see the point of senseless violence.

“You right, Mama,” Erik replied solemnly, looking over at Ryley. “My bad, Princess.”

“It’s cool, Fathead. Now let’s go murder some white bitches,” she says with a laugh. She was all dolled up in a pink and black bejeweled bodysuit with a pink tutu and thigh high Louboutin Frenchissima boots. On her head, she donned a pink headdress that matched her bodysuit, each piece made out of vibranium to keep her safe. Not like anyone would dare try to harm a Princess of Wakanda.

“Damn you look good enough to eat, Ry Ry,” Erik said as he admired her attire.

“Later, Daka. We got business to handle first.” The announcement sounded as the pair finished adjusting their masks.

This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.

At the sound of the alarm, Erik and Ryley made their way outside to his blacked out Lamborghini Aventador with butterfly doors. For aesthetic effect, he blasted the psycho version of I Got 5 On It as he maneuvered the car down the street.

“Which house baby?”

“That one, that last one on the right.”

“Sha Sha, do your thing, baby.”

In an instant, the target house went completely dark and all of their protective armor was disabled, leaving them completely exposed to the outside world.

“How did you even do that?” Kimora asked Aly’Sha, whose face was buried in her iPhone.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t really want the answer to,” Hennessy answered for her.

“You ready, Ry Ry?”

“Let’s go.”

The pair exited the vehicle and slowly crept to the bay window that displayed the living room. The owners of the dwelling could be seen crowded around one another, a desperate attempt to protect themselves. Idiots.

“Sha Sha, do the thing.”

With another press of a button, the living room began to fill with tear gas, forcing the occupants of the house to run off in different directions, unintentionally aiding the pair in their sadistic plan.

“Time to go hunting,” Erik says as he kicked the door in.

“Aye, Vita,” Bast called out quizzically to Big Sis meandering in her lab. “Why you not upstairs watching Erik and Ry Ry turn up on the Beckys?”

Vita had a theatrical setup with a projector and surround sound. It was as if she converted her space into a miniature IMAX theater.

“Because, I have some unfinished business that's about to play out on this computer screen,” she explained leaning back in her seat, gathering her snacks, getting comfortable.

“What unfinished business?”

“Did I ever tell you the story of how I came to own Amazon?”

“Since when did you own Amazo-”

“See, what had happened was…”

He bowed before me, kneeling with great shame and humility. Once a proud, vain man now driven to begging. It's his own fault you know, this present state of duress. Often times when you wish to destroy your enemy you don't have to pull the trigger yourself, you only have to had them the gun and watch them blow their own brains out.

What made him a target, you ask? They were the vices he frequently indulged himself in; greed, lust, hubris, all of which led him to being an easy mark.

What were the bullets I used? His disgruntled employees, his gullible mistress, his betrayed wife, his disloyal business associates. Each pawn having been strategically used for my benefit and mine alone.

What pulled the trigger? He dared to insult me as if I were anything less than greatness. He'd the nerve to belittle my life's work as if I weren't a force to be reckoned with. I had just finished a masterful presentation of my future plans for my then budding tech company and as everyone else showered me with my well deserved praise he thought it humorous to describe my exemplary business model as “cute”. I could not let such a slight get away with impunity, a lesson needed to be taught.

Shortly after his billion dollar divorce when his liaisons with another woman were “mysteriously” leaked he tried to push his already exhausted workers even further which led to an international strike, that lasted for several months due to strikers being funded by an “anonymous” donor that helped them pay their bills at home and even finance ad campaigns to expose the heinous labor practices of the company, causing a severe decline in business. With sales and online traffic on the decline stocks careened further into the economic abyss leaving investors dissatisfied. Receiving inside information from an “unknown” source, they collectively decided to relocate their interests into another expedition… Mine.

That's right, my “cute” little business became a worldwide conglomerate seemingly overnight. And he could have shared in that wealth had he not crossed me. Now I, Davita Roberson, tower over him as he's become a hollow shell of his former self, selling what remains of his share in his dying company for pennies of what it used to be. Both his ex wife and former flame have found new loves that I helped introduced them to, his former workers are living more fulfilled lives under my employ, and I've blackballed all of those crooked investors because they couldn't be trusted.

Jeff will have to live out the remainder of his life buried in debt and regret, but who cares. The moment he affronted me was the instant he sealed his fate…

“And that's what happened,” Vita concluded.

With a roll of her eyes Bast couldn't help but ask,“You righteously decided to pull a massive company takeover because he called your business cute?”

“He was being passive aggressive. By calling my business plan “cute” he was downplaying it as if I were some child. He was belittling me and underestimated my capabilities. So bitch had it comin!”

“Aight aight, so what does that have to do with this little personal movie night you got going?”

“Well, Bezos couldn't stand being broke so he sold his body for a Purge Feast. He was right back to living his old lifestyle only on someone else's dime.”

“OK? That sounds amazing, what's the catch and what is a Purge Feast? Is he about to be gangbanged, what?”

“He's about to be eaten.”

“WHAT?”

“When a person donates their body to a Purge Feast they are provided a lavish lifestyle, they have to be disease free, drug free, given massages to ensure their tenderness and are put on a supremely exquisite diet of delicacies so that they're meat is undeniably sweet. Jeff has been fattened, and now is the time for the slaughter.”

“Ooooooh shit scoot over, bitch!”

The two women watched as Bezos was guided onto a giant chopping block placed on a stage. He was stripped bare naked then instructed to lay face down on the human sized cutting board. The executioner came into view wielding a great axe with a long blade, sharp enough to split hairs. The massive weapon was hoisted into the air then brought down upon the back of the former CEO’s neck. A clean cut, in only one swipe the head was severed and the blood gushed forth like the intense orgasm of a woman. The executioner continued to dissect the body as a flock of chef's assistants scurried to pick up the pieces while avoiding the swings. Once completed, the good was quickly prepared and presented to a dinner party that catered to the adventurous elites of society. As the soiree carried on, Davita took a bite of her own snacks, inhaling deeply, savoring the moment.

“Mmmm, delicious.”

“My bloody valentine, sweet comic Valentine. You make me smile with my heart,” Erik’s deep voice sang from the body cam. Charlie, Kimora, Hennessy, and Aly’Sha watched with glee as their husband dismembered one of the sisters, impaling her on the banister of the grand staircase of the foyer. So far, the pair had murdered three of the six members of the family and were searching for the patriarchs of the family. They passed the young boy’s severed head and the second sister’s torso on the way upstairs. They found the mother and father huddled in their shared bedroom, the mother clutching a bible to her chest.

“Why white people always turn to God when they about to die?” Erik inquired, more rhetorically than anything.

“P-Please don’t hurt us. We’ll give you anything you want,” the woman attempted to bargain.

“Bitch I’m a Prince, I don’t need ya money. I’m just here to give your family a lesson in respect. Now, I’ll only ask this once, where’s Penelope?”

“What do you want with my daughter?” the father asked with a little too much bass in his voice. Erik fired a warning shot to his right thigh before answering.

“I ask the questions here, Bob, but if you must know, the little bitch vandalized my property and harassed my wife. She just wants an apology, right Ry Ry?”

“Yes Daddy,” Ryley said with mock sincerity.

“She’s downstairs, under the staircase.”

“Say less,” Ryley said, skipping downstairs to the girl’s hiding place. She growled with anger when she discovered the spot was empty.

“That bitch lying, Daddy!” Another set warning shots went off upstairs, this time striking the mother in the ribs and the father in the shoulder.

“See, I was tryna be nice about this. I’m already gone kill y’all, don’t expedite the process. Where the fuck is she?”

“I’m right here you black bastard!” Suddenly the entire room exploded in flames as Penelope appeared with a flamethrower. When the flames dispersed, Erik stood completely unharmed with a twisted grin on his face.

“You really though you did some shit, huh?” Penelope’s face twisted in horror as she watched Ryley appear behind her with a metal baseball bat, a weapon she’d gotten from the younger boy’s room. With one hard hit to the head, Penelope was out. Erik and Ryley the drug the bodies downstairs, tying them up in the center of the living room.

“We are gonna purge today, purge today, purge today. We are gonna purge today and burn this bitch down,” Ryley sang gleefully as they exited the house.

“Sha Sha, cue the fireworks.”

In an instant the entire house exploded, lighting up the entire neighborhood like the 4th of July. As a means to commemorate the night, the couple made love on the hood of the Lamborghini, the screams of the dying family serving as their background music.

“Wow. That was hot,” Charlie said as Erik emptied himself onto Ryley’s bloodsoaked face.

“Literally,” Hennessy said in agreement. Suddenly, Ryley’s voice could be heard from the cam.

“Happy Purge Day, sluts!”

***************************

TAGS: @itsangeludaku @hearteyes-for-killmonger @poosypoosy @vikkidc @panthergoddessbast @blackpantherismyish @dameshaemonique @sydneebleu @amethyst1993 @blowmymbackout @trevantesbrat @thadelightfulone @princessstevens @princesskillmonger @killmongersgurl @tgigoldie @supersizemeplz @wawakanda-btch @bidibidibombaclaat @calitexastrillgoddess @thehomierobbstark @mareethequeen @iamrheaspeaks @forbeautyandlife @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove

#the kompound #my shit #wifey fics #ryley badazz #ryley the rebel #killmonger fic

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blastthechaos · 6 years ago

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>Start Game

New Game >Load Game

>Lincoln Loud

Play Time: 11 years

Last Saved: 5/11/2016

Game Progress: 1%

Life Progress: 5%

Level: 0

Loading...ERROR

Data corrupted

>Lincoln

PLay Time:

Last Saved:

Game Progress:

LIfe Progress:

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Still wanna load?

>Yes No

Game loaded...

In a forest close to royal woods, animals were running around going on with their normal life.

a small white rabbit was going around his business before going back to his home with his family, but then he spotted something, a glowing light.

The rabbit got curious and decided to get close to it.

Lincoln woke up in a hospital bed.

He didn’t remember why exactly he was there, he had vague memories of what happened before, but he still retained his memories, so he guessed it was the event that brough him here that are absent.

The young albino looked around confused by his surroundings, mainly because...everything seemed negative now.

Literally, everything was like it was put through a negative filter.

Everything looked still, as if time itself stopped, no sound or anything, even the rain from outside looked completely still.

Then everything flickered for a bit before returning to normal.

Then he felt a sudden tiredness go through his whole body and a sharp pain through his head, he clutched it with his hand...and was shocked when it was photo negative for a bit before returning to normal.

“Wha?” Was the only response he could muster.

Nothing happened again for a bit, so he decided to ignore it, maybe he was hallucinating...he hoped, though maybe that’s worse...who knows really?

He continued to lay in the bed, he was recovering a bit for headache he received, plus he waited for someone to arrive and explain to him what happened.

He wondered if his family was here, worried about him.

Suddenly a doctor came to the room.

He looked surprised.

“You’re awake” Said the doctor eyeing him.

Lincoln was a bit uncomfortable by this, but shrugged it off.

“Yeah, how long was i out?”

“Well, for some hours”

“That’s good, at least i wasn’t knocked out for a very long time”

“Hn, so it’s everything ok?”

“Besides some headaches, yeah i’m fine”

“Well, we are gonna do you some check ups and then we allow you to go”

“Kay thanks”

“Just one question”

“Yah”

“Who are you?”

Lincoln was weirded out by that, he guessed it could be understandable the doctor may not know who he was, but he guessed his family...or whoever may sended him there, filled the people on who he was.

“Lincoln Loud, why?”

The doctor raised an eyebrow

“Loud eh? That's weird”

“Weird why?”

“Because the people who sended you here were also loud, yet they told me they don't know who you are or where are you from”

…

Lincoln ran a million of ways to make sense out of the situation.

Was he talking of different people? Did there was another family with the loud last name? Was this a prank?

If this was his family, why would they play a prank like this? Did everyone suddenly gained Luan's sense of humor in her worst days?

He kinda felt it was his family, since the latest memories before waking him in the hospital was with them.

Maybe the doctor was wrong and playing a prank?

He just didn't get it

“Excuse me? Where those people a family of mostly girls with blondes and brunettes with a black haired one”

“Yeah, that was them”

…

Maybe what happened earlier wasn't an hallucination, maybe it had something to do with what was going on right now.

“emmm...ok, I think there might be a misunderstanding or i'm worse than I thought, but I’m part of that family, like, the only son”

“They didn’t mention anything about a son”

“Ok ok” Lincoln was smiling, but it was clear that he looked like he was about to go into a mental breakdown.

“Maybe whatever happened to me affected me more than i thought, i guess, yeah that be it, haha” He was nervous at this point.

He should probably go see his family to make things clear, but he didn’t want to arise suspictions to the doctor.

“So how long will those checks up take?”

“Perhaps a few hours, maybe more, do you have an adult that takes care of you?”

Lincoln had to lie, since whatever it’s going on with his family means there’s a chance they deny being related to him.

“Eh, no”

The doctor gave him a look.

“So you been alone? You don’t look like it”

“Appearances can be deceiving”

The doctor thought about it for a second before seemingly accepting it.

The check ups took some while, since for some reason everything turned photo negative a few times and time slowed down or flat out stopped, then Lincoln would feel tired afterwards, he also had to lie a few times during it to avoid making people in the hospital think he’s crazy.

After leaving, Lincoln gave a good look at himself, the clothes (which are is usual outfit) are a little charred and thorn in places, he should probably find something new to wear soon, he suddenly got the urge of making a change of outfit, for some reason.

He tried wracking his brain to try and remember more about the incident that led him into the hospital.

The last thing he remembered was Lisa and...something.

“Figures she had something to do with this”

He looked at his surroundings and did a few stretchs.

“Well, time to find out what’s going on”

Select a difficulty

-Wanna go for a walk in the park? (Easy)

>-Lincoln's usual life (Normal)

-Strode through hell (Hard) may change stuff in the story and game

HUB:Royal Woods

Now were at the first hub world and what you could call the tutorial level.

Lincoln can move left and right, crouch and look up with the analog stick/D pad depending on your preference, can jump although not very far with the jump button (A/X), throw a two hit combo with the physical attack (spoiler) button (X/SQUARE), block with the block button (R2/RT), accelerate with the dash/boost button (L1/LB), taunt by pressing the analog stick and use items/weapons with the object button (Y/TRIANGLE).

This isn’t all he can do but were getting ahead of ourselves.

At the start you go around exploring Royal Woods, talking to the people who always give you responses in the likes of:

“Who are you? I never see you around here and i’m sure I remember seeing some of your hair color”

“Leave kiddo, i don’t know your game but I can assure you I never saw you in your entire life”

“Never heard of you”

“Nope, haven’t seen you around until now, then again you’re probably such a loser from just looking at you i’ll probably don’t even bother to remember you”

And so and so forth.

This causes Lincoln to panic a bit, as his sprite changes to a more distressed one, though not full out there.

As you check around Royal Woods, you’ll notice some particular structures that can while you can’t do anything with it, they look and feel like they could be interacted with it, if you do Lincoln will react like this.

“...I check this later after i sort this out”

Afterwards you continue to wander around Royal Woods, eventually you’re gonna come to another section of this hub:Franklin Avenue.

Once there you’ll eventually arrive at the loud house.

Lincoln walked into the loud house visibly shaken, at the start he had a hard time believing it but now after having talked to people it just furthered his fears that everyone had forgotten him, still, he needed to see if his family remembered him.

He knocked on the door, he did it a bit hard since the ruckus from inside make it hard to listen to.

He patiently waited until someone opened the door.

It was his sister Lori.

“Hi” He said.

The way she looked him all but confirmed his fears, it wasn’t the look you give to family, even the ones you’re annoyed with.

It was the look you give some stranger you don’t want to deal with.

“Hi...eh, who are you? Never see you around here” She said while eyeing him.

...You could listen to Lincoln’s heart rate going at 700 MPH

“I am...Lincoln, just Lincoln, I was wondering if you had a brother?”

“...No, i don’t have a brother and never had, this family doesn’t have a boy”

...And now you can listen to Lincoln’s heart shattering in a billion pieces.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I am, why do you care anyways? You weirdo”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, i kinda made a mistake, I’m sorry, I’ll take my leave”

“Yeah, whatever, bye” She closed the door.

…

With no idea of what to do now, Lincoln wanders off.

Meanwhile at the loud house.

“Hey Lori, who was that?” Asked Luna.

“Just some nobody,it’s not big deal”

Level:Royal Woods Forest

At this point it’s dark and still a little rainy, Lincoln is there wandering around with a...defeated look on his face.

“What I’m gonna do now?...Thanks a lot Lisa” He mutters.

“Then again, i’m the idiot who said yes to her...what did she do anyways? I think it had something to do with a machine”

Then he spotted a glowing light on the forest.

“What’s that?”

Then you gotta go check it out.

This is a small stroll, nothing important but just walk forward.

When you arrive you notice that what looks like a energy ball is causing this light.

Lincoln stared at it.

“Should i touch it? What if something bad happens...then again, it’s not like I have stuff to lose anyways”

Once you get close to it you’re given the option to interact with it, once yo do, this happens.

The glowing ball of light rises up and immediately goes inside of Lincoln, making him scream in agony as he becomes a glowing yellow light that soon turns orange.

Then the shining stops and that leaves Lincoln who falls unconscious to the ground, though his white hair now has orange stripes on it.

Now my friend, is when the game starts.

Game Saved...

Lincoln taunts as normal:

"Moron"

"Come and get me"

"What? Scared?"

"Want a piece of me?"

Lincoln idle animations as normal:

Crosses his arms and taps his foot annoyed.

Points to his wrist as if there was a watch there condescendingly.

Starts dancing a little.

Falls asleep while standing up.

Lays on the ground while trying not to fall asleep.

Looks around and up outta boredom.

Stretches a little.

Yawns.

#The Loud House #TLH #Loud House #Lincoln Loud #Superhero AU #Nonexistent #Fanfic #Fanfiction #TLH Fanfiction #AU

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poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow · 7 years ago

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Tiny Dancer part 5

here’s part 5 after a billion years it’s a million words long

Thank y’all so much for waiting, @fucking-petticoated-swashbuckler and I hope you enjoy it!

Read Part 1 here!

Read Part 2 here!

Read Part 3 here!

Read Part 4 here!

A beeping noise woke Race up with a start. Blinking his eyes open and groaning, he rolled into his side to grab his phone.

A text from Spot. At 8 am. Wonderful.

“what time will you be at the nye party?”

Beep.

“I don’t wanna show up too early.”

What he wasn’t going to say was that Spot Conlon could show up to any party at any time and not be questioned.

He looked back at his phone and typed a message. “probably about 7:30.”

Oh god, Spot was typing. A few agonizing seconds passed before he got a response. “I’ll stop by on my way there?”

Showing up to yet another party together. Yeah, sure. That sounded great. It seemed like one more time, and their friends would start to think they were dating or something.

Race had imagined that possibility before. But the closest real life had come to that was a week ago. On Christmas. When they’d hugged more than once in a single day.

He shook his head to clear his mind before typing out another text. “sure. see you then.”

He set his phone back down and rolled back onto his side, falling back asleep almost immediately.

The next time Race opened his eyes, he looked back at the clock. 12:47. PM. He had slept for almost thirteen hours, but he supposed it made sense after all the choreography work he had done the day before. He debated staying in bed a little longer; after all, he had nothing to do until Spot came over before the party. Oh, wow, Spot was coming over before the party. He checked his messages again to make sure the exchange wasn’t just a weird dream he had had, and sure enough, there it was. Race felt a little jolt in his gut, like what happened sometimes when he was nervous.

Wait. Was he nervous about this? Spot was just dropping by. They were just going to the party as friends. Huh. Friends. Yeah, sure, Race was pretty sure he had a crush on Spot - no, scratch that, he was definitely sure he had a crush on Spot, but it wasn’t like Spot liked him back. Maybe-

But then his stomach growled, interrupting his rapidly spiraling thoughts, and Race sighed, .

Oh, yeah. Humans needed food to survive.

Since it was almost 1 now, Race deemed it an appropriate time to have leftover pizza for breakfast. He heated it up and scarfed down a few slices while he watched a few episodes of Friends.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Another text from Spot. “be at your place 5:15? we can hang before we have to leave.”

He paused before answering. “yeah, sure.”

Race glanced at his watch. 3 o’clock. Just over two hours until Spot would arrive. Before he realized what he was doing, the couch and coffee table were against the walls. He plugged his phone into the speakers, selected a random playlist, and began to move.

Yo-Yo Ma, playing The Swan. Saint-Saëns.

The more he danced, the more his ballet movements turned to lyrical, though it took a lot of concentration to completely let go of his ballet technique.

Arabesque to penché. Enveloppé to retiré. Double fouetté, double fouetté, land in arabesque.

Not caring about the steps, Race focused only on matching his musicality to Yo-Yo Ma’s phrasing.

Chassé derrière, rond de jambe à terre, fondu rond de jambe en l’air, chassé devant to attitude.

Allongé, cloche to tendu devant. Cambré derrière, close to fifth.

Rond de jambe en dehors to one knee. Révérence.

Race lost sense of time; all he felt was the music coursing through him as he moved gracefully around the living room.

He didn’t know how many pieces he danced through, but when Race glanced at his watch again, he was surprised to see that a little more than an hour had passed. 4:07.

As he looked down, his legs and abs began to burn with soreness, and his clothes stuck to him with sweat. Exhaling loudly, he filled up a large glass of water and downed it quickly before making his way to the bathroom.

Race turned the faucet on the bathtub about three-quarters to “hot” and let the water run while he went to his bedroom to lay out clothes for the party. It wasn't that he cared that much about what he wore tonight, but he knew Spot liked to look nice for stuff like this, and they were showing up together, after all, so it would be good to look presentable.

He spent an embarrassingly long time choosing an outfit, but finally Race decided, and when he had laid everything out on his bed, he was proud. Black skinny jeans, a white button-down, a dark blue bomber jacket to go on top, and his black high top converse.

By the time he walked back into the bathroom, the bath was mostly full. Race poured in half a bag of Epsom salts, turned off the water, and undressed before sliding into the tub, sighing in relief when the warm water hit his sore muscles. He grabbed his phone from where it sat on the toilet and selected another playlist, and soon the sounds of Debussy were floating through the air. Race sank deeper into the water, finally able to relax and let the bath do its job. Sometimes he hummed along to the music or tapped his fingers against the rim of the tub, but mostly he just sat there, head back, listening.

Race wasn’t sure how long he was in the bath, but he must have nodded off at some point, because the next thing he knew, the sound of knocking at the front door cut through the music and startled him out of his relaxed haze. Drying his hand and reaching for his phone, he turned it on and checked the time. 5:18. Shit.

Spot had arrived.

Starting to drain the tub, Race stood up, quickly grabbed his towel, wiped off his upper body, and wrapped it hastily around his hips.

He felt his whole face turn red as he opened his front door to see Spot Conlon- wide-eyed, eyebrows raised, and beginning to blush as well before Race caught Spot’s gaze flit down for the smallest instant before meeting his eyes again.

Wait. Did Spot look flustered?

If so, it was probably only because Race was half naked and soaking wet.

Race inhaled deeply before breaking the silence. “I… uh, fell asleep. In the bath.”

Spot’s face relaxed, and he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “... I see.”

Race bit his lip momentarily before gesturing inside his apartment. “I’ll just… get dressed? You can come in.”

“Alright, then.” Spot did just that and sat on the couch. Race closed the door. All he wanted to do was get dressed as soon as possible, but maybe it was the continuous prompting from Davey to “be a good host” that made Race hesitate.

“Do you, uh...want something to drink? I have water...uh, soda-”

“I can grab it,” Spot said, cutting him off and grinning. “You just worry about gettin’ some pants on.”

“Oh, yeah. Right. Uh...be right back.” Race hurried to his bedroom and shut the door, releasing a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. Did he really just try to offer Spot Conlon a drink, while wearing nothing but a towel? Race pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration for a moment and sighed. He really was hopeless, wasn’t he?

Race shook his head, trying in vain to forget that the past couple of minutes had happened, and went to his bed, where his clothes were lying. He got dressed, tucking in the shirt and slipping the jacket on over it, then went to the bathroom and ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times until it looked decent. Race looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

I look pretty damn good.

As he walked out of his room, Spot nodded approvingly before standing up and walking over to Race.

“Ya look great. Ya just… look like a lawyer. Here.” Race held his breath as Spot reached up to his collar and proceeded to undo the two top buttons. “’S a party, Higgins, not a job interview.”

Race laughed genuinely, but still trying to conceal his awkwardness.

“You always did know how to dress for a party,” he said without thinking and immediately felt his face flush in embarrassment. Smooth, Race.

But then Spot laughed, too, and Race relaxed just a little bit.

“Ha. Thanks.” Spot bit his lip as he smiled, which Race couldn’t help but think of as endearing.

They sat in silence for a minute before Race spoke. “You know what? Let’s just go upstairs now. You’re Sarah’s best friend anyway; it’s not like you’re not always there.”

“I mean, yer not wrong,” Spot said with an amused grin. “Maybe Sarah and Kath still need help settin’ up.” He walked to the door, opened it, and gestured dramatically. “After you.”

Race laughed a little as he walked past, turning back when he was in the hallway to lock the door as Spot stood beside him. They walked up the stairs together, and soon they were at Sarah and Katherine’s apartment, just two floors above Race’s. Spot knocked on the door and after a few seconds, it swung open to reveal Sarah, still in a t-shirt and shorts, but with her hair up in a loose bun and secured with a gold clip.

“Hey, you two,” she said with a grin, throwing Spot a (not so) subtle wink. Spot rolled his eyes, but Race thought he could see the tiniest flush in his cheeks. “Come on in. I’m glad you’re here, actually; Kath and I could use just a little help.”

Race nudged Spot as they followed Sarah inside. “Looks like you were right.”

He giggled a bit as Spot nudged him back. “I always am, Higgins.”

Sarah disappeared into her room, and Katherine waved at Race and Spot from the kitchen, an oven mitt on her hand, when they entered the living room. “Hey, guys. Glad you’re here. Could you do me a solid and move the furniture so we can have some room for dancing?”

“Sure thing, Kath,” Race replied. He and Spot got to it, and he realized that they worked well together, even if it was just moving the couch and a couple of armchairs to strategic locations. They didn’t have to say anything; both just seemed to know where everything should go and how to move it there, and soon there was a sizable space in the living room, plenty big enough for dancing.

“How’s that?” Spot asked. Before Katherine could reply, Sarah emerged from her bedroom, now dressed in a short-sleeved, slightly sheer black top and sparkly skirt, gold heeled sandals on her feet. She grinned at Spot and Race.

“There’s so much room now!” She exclaimed, walking into the middle of the space and doing a little dance. “Tonight’s gonna be so much fun.”

“Sarah!” Katherine called. “You have time for dancing later. Come help me in here.”

Sarah rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Coming.” She glanced over her shoulder at Spot and Race, who were still standing next to the couch they had just moved. “You guys can chill. We just have to pour some drinks and stuff.”

Did she wink at Spot again before disappearing into the kitchen? Race couldn’t tell.

Spot’s cheeks turned the slightest shade pinker. She definitely had winked at him. Race had no time to think on that, however, before becoming intensely conscious of Spot placing his hand on the small of Race’s back and walking with him to the couch, sitting down almost a little too close to be platonic. Was this Spot’s way of nonverbally flirting?

The two sat for a while, avoiding eye contact but still stealing glances in the other’s direction. Spot finally opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but before he could, they both heard music drift in from the kitchen.

“Come on, babe, why don’t we paint the town… and all that jazz…” Sarah appeared in the doorway, lip-syncing along to the music now playing from the bluetooth speaker, Katherine was behind her, red-faced, laughing, and miming playing a trumpet.

“Question,” Spot interjected as the music continued, Sarah’s dancing getting more outrageous by the second. “How much have the two of you had to drink already? Sarah, this is normal for you, but Kath?”

“Hey!” Katherine tried to look offended, but she was still laughing too hard. “I like to have fun...and I’ve only had a glass of wine. I’ll be right back.” She backed out of the room, leaving Sarah still dancing, and hurried back into the kitchen.

Spot laughed and shook his head, glancing at Race before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the middle of the floor. “Come on, Higgins. If Sar’s going to dance, we might as well join her.”

“Spot, the party hasn't even actually started,” Race tried to protest, freaking out a little at the thought of even more physical contact with Spot.

“Hey, it's never too early to party,” Spot said. “Besides, we can't leave Sarah all alone, can we?”

Rolling his eyes, Race raised the hand Spot was holding. “Fine. Twirl!”

“What?” Race grinned. “You heard me.”

Now it was Spot’s turn to roll his eyes, but he did as Race said, twirling quickly and trying to hide his smile. Then he turned to Race. “Now you.”

Race dramatically twirled, making it graceful even when he had to duck a little to fit all the way under Spot’s arm. He grinned. “You’re too short for this, Conlon. Maybe you should be the designated twirler.”

“Fuck off, Higgins.” But Spot was laughing now. He even twirled again just for fun, and Race’s face lit up. They danced a bit more, and the song was just ending when Katherine came back out of the kitchen, looking frazzled.

“Sarah, shit, we forgot to get ice,” she said. “And there’s not much time till everyone gets here, and I haven’t finished making the-”

“Kath, it’s okay,” Sarah interrupted, already grabbing her coat. “The store’s not far.”

“Change into your running shoes,” Katherine said. “You don’t want to get blisters before the party even starts.” “You’re right. Thanks, Kath.” Sarah grinned at her and slipped off her heels before pulling on a pair of sneakers that were sitting by the front door.

“Spot, could you go with her?” Katherine asked with a sheepish smile. “I know it’s not far, but people are crazy on holidays, y’know?”

Spot nodded immediately. “’Course.”

“Gee, thanks, Mom.” Sarah’s tone was sarcastic, but there was still a grin on her face. “Race, you wanna come, too?” “Actually, Race,” Katherine said. “I need some help putting up lights if you’re okay staying here?”

Race swallowed his disappointment at being separated from Spot for even a few minutes and nodded. “Sure, Kath. No problem.” She smiled at him. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it.”

“We’ll be back soon.” Sarah was out the door then, and Spot squeezed Race’s shoulder for the briefest second before following her and closing the door behind him.

Race turned away from the door and spent the better part of the next forty-five minutes helping Katherine string up some extra lights inside the apartment.

“So, Race…” Katherine handed him another string of lights to put up. “Sarah’s mentioned it more than a couple of times...how about you and Spot?”

Race nearly fell off the stool he was standing on to be able to reach the place where the wall met the ceiling, and he did drop the string of lights. Katherine caught them and handed them back. “I guess that means there’s something going on, then?”

“Um… no? Not yet at least.” Race shook his head. “Wait, I didn’t mean- Kath!”

Katherine rolled her eyes as she fought off a laugh.

“It’s not like he even likes me back.”

Race narrowed his eyes at Katherine as she burst out laughing this time, trying to catch her breath.

“Race.”

“What?”

“Race,” she said again, her voice trembling with mirth. “Sweetie. I’m going to need you to think about what you just said.”

“About Spot?” Race frowned. “But, I mean, it’s true-”

“No, it’s not!” Katherine was still grinning, but her tone was exasperated. “Haven’t you noticed? You’re both head over heels for each other and too stubborn to admit it. For goodness sake, Race, he came over to your place two hours early just to be with you.”

Race just stared at her as he struggled to process this. Spot couldn’t like him back, he just thought of them as friends...right? But then Race thought about all the little touches, the jokes, the laughter, every single interaction they had had over the past few months. And Spot had asked to come over early. Very early.

“Holy shit, does Spot like me back?”

“Took you this long.” Katherine smiled and shook her head, reaching to touch Race’s arm. “Hey, if you play your cards right, you might have a new year’s kiss.”

Race sighed a little and looked at her. “You really think so?”

“Definitely.” She winked at him. “Okay, but first, help me finish putting these up.” She gestured toward the remaining strings of lights. “People will be arriving any minute.”

“Oh...oh, yeah! Sorry.” Race grabbed the lights and put them up quickly, then stepped off the stool and put it back by the counter. “Alright, you need any more help?”

“Um…” Katherine glanced around the living room, then shook her head after a moment. “Nope, I think we’re done.”

“Cool.”

The front door opened then, and Race and Katherine turned to see Sarah and Spot walk in, Spot carrying a couple of bags of ice and Sarah carrying a bottle of margarita mix.

“What?” She said innocently at Katherine’s raised eyebrow. “I didn’t want us to run out in the middle of the party.”

“Uh-huh.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “Go put it in the kitchen, you alcoholic.”

Sarah laughed and hurried into the kitchen, beckoning for Spot to follow her so he could put the ice down. They came back out a couple of minutes later, and Spot made a beeline for Race and nudged him playfully with his shoulder. Race grinned and nudged him back.

“How was your adventure with Sarah?” He asked. Spot laughed.

“I wouldn’t call it that; it was nothin’ compared to some of our other exploits,” he replied, but didn’t elaborate. After the talk he had had with Katherine, Race couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah had subjected Spot to something similar.

“Hey, you wanna sit down for a while before more people get here?” He asked. Spot nodded, and they went back to the couch. And this time, Race made sure to sit a little closer than perhaps was strictly necessary, and his heart soared when Spot didn’t scoot away.

Sarah grabbed her heels and sat down on the couch next to them to change shoes again. When she was done, she stood up and tossed her sneakers back against the wall near the door.

“Alight, I’m ready to party,” she said with a grin. “When’s everyone getting here again?”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Katherine went to answer it as Sarah pulled up a playlist on her phone and started it. Music blasted out of the speaker again, echoing around the apartment.

Katherine pulled the door open, and let in Jack, Specs, Davey, Crutchie, and Les.

“Happy New Year, Kathy!” Jack exclaimed, grabbing her in a tight hug. She laughed and hugged him back.

“We still have a few hours till then, Kelly,” she said.

“Yeah, but we can start celebrating now!” Jack let go of Katherine, then he grabbed Specs and dragged him into the middle of the living room to dance.

“He may have had a beer or two before we left,” Davey said, and Katherine laughed. She pulled Sarah into the middle as well.

Within the hour, everyone else had shown up, and soon the apartment was filled with people and laughter and music. Tearing his gaze away from his dancing friends, Race turned his head to glance at Spot, who was standing by the TV on the opposite side of the room. He was leaning against the wall, a cup in his hand, and he was bobbing his head to the beat of the music. After a few seconds, Race’s feet began to carry him in Spot’s direction until he arrived next to him.

“Party's fun.” Spot commented, turning his head toward Race. “Surprised you’re not dancin’.”

“I mean, I did a bit of dancing earlier,” Race replied, “before you came over. It wasn’t much, just some improv...anyway, I guess I’m still a little sore from that. I might dance later.

Spot nodded, and they stood there next to each other for a few more minutes in comfortable silence. Race opened his mouth to say...well, he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to say. But he didn’t get the chance, because Led Zeppelin’s Thank You started playing, and Spot noticeably perked up.

“Oh, I love this song,” he said.

Something in Race’s brain clicked, and before he could stop himself, he grabbed Spot’s hand.

“Spot Conlon,” he said with a cheesy grin. “May I have this dance?”

Spot couldn't hide a grin of his own. “Yeah, Higgins. You may.”

Race made a few failed attempts to control his racing heart rate as Spot tenderly placed his hands on Race’s hips. He put his own on Spot’s shoulders, and they began to sway with the music. “So we haven't had really a whole lotta time to talk today,” Spot said. “What with the decoratin’ and me havin’ to go with Sarah to get ice.”

“So…” Now that they had a chance to actually talk to each other, Race couldn't think of anything to say. Thoughts were flying around in his head a million miles an hour, and he just concentrate when he could feel every one of Spot's fingers gently touching his hips, his back, his waist. Was it his imagination, or did Spot pull him closer, just slightly?

As he focused back in on reality, he could hear Spot quietly singing along.

“If the sun refused to shine, I would still be lovin’ you…” He glanced up at Race, who immediately blushed. After a second, Spot stopped singing and turned just the tiniest bit pink as well. Race could barely wrap his mind around it - he was at a party, dancing with Spot Conlon to a love song. And there was a very good chance Spot was thinking the same thing about him.

“You're...you're a good singer,” Race said and immediately mentally kicked himself. Was that seriously the best thing he could come up with? But Spot just laughed a little.

“I'm alright, I guess,” he replied. “Far from the best. There's a reason I mostly just stick with playing the piano.”

“And dancing?” Race glanced over. “You were one of the best dancers in our classes in high school. I haven’t seen you dance in forever.”

“You know, I haven’t really danced in forever. Aside from, ya know, this kinda thing.”

“You should,” Race said. “I could...I mean, maybe we could do something in the studio after class one day. Um...dance, I mean.”

Spot grinned. “I’d like that...the dancing, I mean.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and Race laughed despite the heat he felt in his cheeks.

“Cool,” he replied. “Then it’s a date.”

“That it is.”

Jesus. A date? Really?

As the song ended, Spot turned his head toward the kitchen. “Do ya wanna get some food?”

Race nodded. “Yeah, I’m famished.”

Spot let go of Race’s waist, but immediately grabbed his hand. They passed Katherine and Sarah, who were dancing to the next song, and Katherine flashed Race a grin and a thumbs-up. The kitchen was blessedly empty; everyone else was still in the living room or on the outside balcony, though Race couldn’t imagine how they managed it with the snow that covered every inch.

Race went to the counter, where there was spread of refreshments laid out, and put a little bit of everything on his plate.

“So.” Spot’s voice made Race turn his head.

“So?”

Spot smiled a bit. “I dunno, I was hopin’ you’d have something ta talk about.”

“I, um…” Race grabbed a few crackers from his plate and stuffed them in his mouth in an attempt to stall for a few seconds. But Spot just continued to smile at him. God, why was he being so awkward?

This whole thing was harder than he’d imagined.

Fuck it. Time to dive in.

“We’ve...we’ve been hanging out these past few months. It’s been really fun, Spot. Every class is more fun with you there playing the piano, and-” he paused to take a breath. “And I’m just really glad you came to be my accompanist because now we’re friends again and we see each other every day-”

“Yeah, Higgins. Me too.” Spot stole a cracker from Race’s plate and ate it with a smirk. “It’s fun playin’ the piano for your dancin’, too. You’re really good at it. It’s beautiful to watch.”

“I can’t be much better than you were ten years ago.”

“You sure about that?”

Race laughed a bit before responding. “You were always the best dancer at our studio. In every style, except maybe not tap.” He smirked. “I think I had you there.”

Now it was Spot’s turn to laugh. “I think you’re right.”

“I wish I could see you dance again.” Wait, did Race just say that?

“You’ve seen me dance,” Spot replied. “Out there in the living room a few minutes ago.”

“That wasn’t dancing and you know it. It was more...swaying than anything.”

“It fuckin’ counts, Tony,” Spot retorted through laughter.

Race blinked a few times before raising an eyebrow. “Did you just- you didn’t call me by my last name.”

Spot’s face turned the slightest shade of pink. ��I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no, it’s fine.” The corner of Race’s mouth turned up as his head lowered, allowing his eyes to focus on his feet, or the floor- anything but making eye contact with Spot. “No one’s really used my first name in forever, nickname or otherwise.”

“I get that.” Race felt Spot put his hand on his shoulder. God, why did his heart race every single time Spot touched him? What would happen if he just kissed him right here?

Spot’s voice brought him back to reality. “Is it...is it okay if I call you by it? If you don’t want me to, it’s fine-”

“I’d like it if you called me ‘Tony’ more,” Race interrupted. “It’s...it’s nice to hear it again, especially coming from you.”

Spot grinned. “Okay then, Tony. You want another drink?”

“Sure.”

Spot grabbed a pitcher that sat on the counter near the food and poured some of the reddish liquid into their empty cups. He handed Race’s back to him. “Gotta love Sarah’s mixed drinks.”

Race laughed and took a sip, grimacing just a little at the taste. “‘Mixed’ is a strong word. I think there’s more tequila in here than anything else.”

“It has margarita mix in it. But yeah, I guess you could call it ‘flavored tequila.’” Spot chuckled, then put his arm around Race’s waist and briefly rested his head on his chest before Race returned the hug. Wow, that’s gay. Or… bi, I guess.

Race raised his right arm, checking his watch. “It’s about nine. What do you wanna do for three hours?”

When Spot lifted his chin to look Race in the eye, Race could see the faint shadows Spot’s eyelashes cast onto his high cheekbones. “I dunno. We could-” He grabbed Race’s hand, pulling his torso to face him. “-dance some more?”

Race giggled slightly, grinning. “In here?”

Spot shrugged. “Why not? We can hear the music, we don’t hafta be around all those people...”

“Alright.” In a move more forward than he thought he could be at the moment, Race grabbed Spot by the waist and pulled him close. “Let’s dance.”

Race didn’t know how long they ended up dancing. All he cared about what was the way they inched closer and closer to each other, until finally Spot had his arms wrapped around Race’s waist, and his head was resting on his shoulder. Race’s heart skipped a beat when Spot pulled him closer by the waist, seemingly unknowingly.

The kitchen door opened abruptly, pulling Race out of his trance. Sarah poked her head through. “Few minutes ‘til midnight. You two planning on watching the ball drop? Or you just gonna hide out in here…alone?”

Spot smiled, turning his head toward Sarah, still keeping his hands on Race’s waist. “We’ll be out in a sec, Sar. Give us a minute.”

“Alright, whatever you say.” As Sarah slowly closed the door, Spot looked back at Race.

Race inhaled slowly. “What was that about?”

“Tony.”

“Yeah?”

Spot took a deep breath. “Tony, I-”

“Thirty! Twenty-nine!” From outside the door, they could hear everyone counting down.

“We should go out there.”

Race nodded. “Yeah.” His heart sank, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. Spot grabbed his hand, almost dragging him out to the living room.

“Nine! Eight! Seven!” Spot and Race joined in the enthusiastic chanting.

“Three! Two! One!”

Everyone cheered, clamoring to see the ball drop as each couple paired off.

Race glanced down at Spot before pulling him close. “Can I-”

Before Race could finish, Spot reached up, sliding his hand over the back of Race’s neck and rising onto his toes, pressing his lips to Race’s. Race’s eyes widened before slipping closed, and he returned the kiss in kind.

They pulled apart to cheers from the others.

“It’s about time,” Sarah called, leaning on Katherine. Race grinned at them, and when he turned back to Spot, he saw that he was grinning, too.

“Happy New Year, Tony,” Spot whispered before pulling him in for another kiss.

#tiny dancer #newsies #newsies fic #sprace #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #slow burn #gay #really really gay

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jonathantaylorthomas · 7 years ago

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Spencer Pratt’s track by track reputation review

1. "...Ready for It?"

It’s such a "here we go, boom," turning the ignition on her Lamborghini or whatever she wants to have. That’s the vibe it has. "In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby" — that right there, even with all the new songs, hits me so hard. I’ve heard it now a thousand times and every time it makes me sing to the clouds. That is poetic, like some shit Robert Frost would have been writing back in the day. Now that I know it’s the first on the album, it’s just even more powerful. It’s showing the swag that she’s gonna bring. Are you ready for it? I wasn’t actually ready for it. And the "let the games begin" — she already knows all the haters are gonna be out here. All the little blogs, all the little posts. Let the games begin. She knows she just brought this heat on so many people.

I’m so torn because I’m such a Kardashian diehard. I’m in such a weird predicament in this situation because she gets me so angry at Kim and Kanye on this album. It’s gonna be weird being a Kim fan post-Reputation. I’ll see how I can handle it. Maybe I’ll just only love Kris Jenner because you can’t blame Kris for anything.

2. "End Game"

Here’s the thing with "End Game." Future is one of my top 10 all-time, so when I saw the track list leak and I saw Future on it I was so excited. Heidi thinks it’s fine. She thinks I’m way too Swift ganged out, she’s like, "He barely spits eight bars, Spencer." I’m like, "Yeah, those could have been eight bars of Taylor lyrics." That’s how deep I am right now in the Taylor gang where I didn’t need either of them on that song. I don’t need to hear Ed Sheeran rapping. When he started singing I was like, "OK, homie’s got pipes." I’m feeling those singing parts. But him rapping with his Irish accent, I was like, "Come on now." I don’t need this in my life. I don’t need Taylor to be on any records with anybody, just like I wouldn’t need Michael Jackson to be on a record with somebody. At a certain level you’re only wanting to hear that person because they’re a damn superstar. But I started liking it because my conspiracy mind was like, "Ooo, maybe Future doesn’t like Kanye and there’s more to this." Like he hit Taylor up like, "Yo fuck Yeezy, let me get on a record with you." Future’s eight billion times doper than Kanye so it’s kinda like, "I don’t need Kanye West I got Future on my team." I hope Kanye’s now like, "Damn, Future’s riding with her." That makes me like it, if there’s a conspiracy that Future wanted to piss off Kanye.

3. "I Did Something Bad"

This should be the next single, one billion percent. I hope she spends $10 million on the damn music video. I don’t know what she did bad, so I think that’s the joke. I feel that. Because I didn’t do anything bad and I got straight up hated on The Hills for somebody lying about their own thing they were lying about and I become the liar and the leaker. I love this because I’m like, "OK, if I did something bad it feels so good because you’re the damn liar." I’m thinking she’s referencing this whole Snapchat thing, I don’t know. I’m sure the Swiftie YouTubers will break it down better than I will. For me, I relate to it because I didn’t do anything bad and I got hated and I have no idea why people hate on Taylor. Because she wants to have a really good image? Because she didn’t go out like Katy Perry and act like she’s some damn politician in the media? I don’t know wanna know who Taylor votes for. I don’t care. I wanna hear hit damn records out of her and that’s it. I wanna see her go on dates in Rome with frickin' Tom Hiddleston. That’s what I wanted to see, not her running around with Hillary Clinton. I’m sure people are like, "She could have stopped Trump." No she couldn’t, people! Hello, Hillary won the popular vote! What, is she gonna switch the electoral college vote? I don’t think so, so everyone needs to move off of, “Oh, I hate Taylor because she didn’t campaign enough.” I hate that shit. She’s a frickin’ pop star.

4. "Don't Blame Me"

This one’s amazing. This is what I imagine I’m gonna play when I’m feeding my hummingbirds. My hummers are gonna love this one. I also love it because I just had a baby and my baby’s definitely like my drug that I’m straight high off of, snorting his little hair off his head daily, so again I feel like she’s writing for me. I know she’s talking about Joe or whatever. By the way, I need to do more research about Joe because this guy is frickin’ Romeo on steroids. He’s got Taylor so damn sprung it’s overwhelming. I feel like she just made her own Ex Machina robot Ava but Joe. She went to the mountains to live next to the waterfall and had Google make her a boyfriend.

5. "Delicate"

I love this one. I know people are gonna be like, "Are you crazy, it’s nothing like it," but to me it reminds me of my wife’s song "Fanatic." I love when the beat comes in. The production on this album is just phenomenal. Her voice sounds the best it’s ever sounded. Everything just sounds so smooth and glossy and just makes me wanna drink red wine and eat cheese and crackers. I love “my reputation’s never been worse.” That’s why I’m riding Taylor so hard lately because fools are on the timeline hating on her like Spencer 2009. I’m telling you, the last time I saw this type of hate was targeted at me. When did Taylor become as hated as Spencer Pratt?

6. "Look What You Made Me Do"

It’s so unique. It could have been the first song instead of "...Ready for It?" To me, she’s snapping on this album. That’s why I love "Look What You Made Me Do." That’s why I keep playing it. That’s why as long as I have Snapchat it will be go-to, because there’s just moments throughout the day where I just feel like, "Look what you just made me do." That’ll always be my favorite Taylor Swift song for life. The second that dropped I was like, "Oh my god, who is this? This is Taylor Swift?" I feel like I’m rising up from the dead. I feel like I’m just coming in the game like Taylor. Taylor and I are on parallel journeys right now.

7. "So It Goes..."

This’ll be good in a movie scene or something. I don’t wanna say least favorite, but this is on the bottom of my rotation. So far I’ve probably played this song maybe twice out of ones I now played probably 100 times. The thing about certain songs though, if it’s in the right setting, like if I was late night in London and this came on and I was sipping tequila on ice and maybe the vibe was right, I could see it. Right now it’s definitely not getting in my Snapchat rotation which tells you the level, but I’m not gonna go and say it’s a bad song. There’s such insane records on the album I don’t know how it made the cut, let’s just say that.

8. "Gorgeous"

"Gorgeous" to me will always remind me of my baby being two weeks old and how beautiful his little face is. There are better songs on this album but "Gorgeous" should win a Grammy. That’s how crazy this album is, that this is now going probably toward the bottom with "So It Goes..." which is so trippy. It’s a perfect Taylor song. This is what people want from her. It’s less flashy. It seems like it was from the Red album or 1989. It still sounds fresh but the vibe is the pre-dead Taylor.

9. "Getaway Car"

The best part about Taylor’s life is that I really listen to these lyrics trying to decode her life. Very few artists have lives so wild that you can care so much about their lyrical content. This hook is unbelievable. It sounds like an '80s jam. It seems like it would be in the new Goonies movie. [Tom Hiddleston] was like a James Bond to her! He was doing that dope-ass spy TV show, he’s probably all spy swaggy. I really loved them together so I’m still kind of sad about [their breakup]. I wish they would get back in that getaway car. The fact that he really wore that "I Love T.S." shirt when he was pretty much an A-list movie star and was out there at that barbecue — he was all in. She got him. People were like, "That was fake." He was not about to look that corny with his brand unless he was really all like, "Oh my god, I love this little hundred-millionaire girl."

10. "King of My Heart"

"King of My Heart" is not one of my favorites. Girl, don’t give Joe your soul yet! You just started dating.

11. "Dancing With Our Hands Tied"

Ooo, I love this one. This reminds me of "“Style." It may be one of my top three favorites. The music video is gonna be just so Fifty Shades of Grey-ed out. The ones that are super positive have to be Joe. She’s not about to give any of those dudes positive content at this point. This is just fire.

12. "Dress"

I hope she told her mom and dad, "Don’t listen to this one." At 0:49 when she starts doing the pant-y breathing? I think that’s one of her best moments of singing. That hits my fricking holy damn spirit. Bless. "Carve your name into my bedpost?" Whoa, girl! She is out here living her best sexual life. "Everyone thinks that they know us but they know nothing about..." That’s Speidi right there, girl! She’s pouring her life onto these pages. She has nothing to lose now. She wanted to just open up her heart to everyone. She doesn’t need to do interviews if she writes songs like this. She doesn’t need to reply to people, she just can write these hits. "Flashback to my mistakes." Damn, she’s just telling everybody what they want to hear. Like, "People, I’m just a human. I’m just out here trying to live my life. Why do you judge me so hard for trying to be a girl out here and trying to find love?" People are on her case so hard. Leave Taylor alone!

13. "This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things"

I don’t think it’s about Kanye. Would she have really called Kanye a friend? I don’t feel like she ever let him into her life on a friend level. I think it’s one of those girls. I feel like Karlie Kloss got clipped the hardest out of the squad, but the whole squad got clipped too. How is Spencer Pratt riding harder for Taylor Swift’s new singles than any of that clique that she had at all her barbecues that I’m sure she sent Hermès bags to? Cars, who knows what Taylor gift levels are. Her fake-ass squad pisses me off so much, how they didn’t step up during all her drama. It’s mind-boggling. Maybe not all the squad were real friends, but I think at least Karlie Kloss looked like a real enough fake friend. Where are you, girl? Where have you been? Don’t even get me started.

14. "Call It What You Want"

"Call It What You Want" is just beyond beautiful. My homie that does not listen to pop, he said, "Man, those lyrics are like straight trap lyrics." The lyrical swag in his one, just like "brought a knife to a gunfight," "all the liars are calling me one" — those lyrics right there will go down forever to me. This is top-four I would say. I love "all the jokers dressing up as kings." That’s definitely Kanye. He’s always dressing all, "Oh, I’m so fashion, Mr. Fashion King," and she’s just calling him a straight clown.

15. "New Year's Day"

This just made me so sad that I’ve never been invited to any of Taylor’s parties. This one kind of got me emotional. None of those squad members deserve to be at any of those catered events. I’m so glad she eliminated all those people from her life. Those were all leeches. It’s great everything turned out the way it did.

#spencer pratt #reputation

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taegdcl1018 · 7 years ago

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 21] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing probably

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22} {part 23}

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A/N: So the ending is a little rushed, but it’s an okay chapter. LITERALLY ALL FLUFF. SO FLUFFY TODAY. I hate to say this, but the end is near. And I mean like the next chapter is the start of the end. Upside, chapter 23 is smut soooo. Sorry this took a while to update, I just started school and it’s already making me cry. I love feedback on everything, my inbox is open!!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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“I kinda hate to break it to you Ji Yong,” you say, a weak joking smile forcing it’s way on your face. “I kinda have to marry you even if I say no.”

“I know,” he says. You watch as his cheeks turn different shades of red, each darker than the last. Your awkward smile falls, and quickly a small sincere smile softly spreads on your face. He looks down at the ground. “I mean it a bit differently.”

You smile down at him. After taking a second, silently fighting the anxiety, he looks back up at you. His eyes meet your sincere and patient ones. Instantly, he feels his body relax. Although his mind is still spinning, you manage to dissipate some of his anxious thoughts. You slowly lower yourself onto the ground, adjusting the bottom of your dress before sitting down. Ji Yong slowly falls from his kneeling position, settling into a more comfortable one.

“I know that it might not have been your choice at the start,” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Or now, being that I won’t let you go. But I want to kinda give you that option. I want you to have all the traditional stuff that people like me normally don’t get.” You watch as he lets out a sigh. “I know you probably don’t want to live your life in this, and I don’t know I guess this was my way of changing that. It kinda makes things a little more normal.”

You feel a soft smile spring onto your face and bounce off as soon as it comes on. Ji Yong’s fingers play with the small velvety box. His nimble fingers quickly spidering around the edges of the box, spinning it in his hand. “Ji Yong,” you say, grabbing his attention. He looks up at you. “Thank you. Although I have been taking care of myself and others while you were… gone.” Ji Yong gave you a slight smile, taking note that his absence still irritates you a bit. “The change and differences are still a bit scary, and I appreciate that you’re making things a bit more comfortable for me.”

You watch as his wide gummy smile quickly blooms on his face. He bows his head, giving a quick sign to show his gratitude to you. “Anything for you princess,” he says. “Always.”

He extends his hand, offering it out to you. You give a small glance before placing your hand in his. You smile at him as he guides your hand, moving you towards him. You slightly get up, and awkwardly, you shift your position and sit with him. With your right hand in his, you cuddle up with him. Your back against his chest, with Ji Yong playing aimlessly with your fingers. Slowly, an aimless conversation starts to pick up between you two.

“I’ve been thinking about setting someone up with Seungri,” Ji Yong says. You smile towards Ji Yong’s antics. Ji Yong’s callously padded thumbs pattern light circles and triangles on the back of your hand. The soothing gesture lowing and disintegrating any left over awkward tension.

“I think he’ll be fine,” you say, a light smile and a small chuckle coming out as well. Ji Yong nods his head. The running and splashing of water filled in the cracks of the conversation. “He probably will be,” Ji Yong agrees. “Only if he doesn’t stop messing around with so many girls at once.”

You scoff at him. “If I remember high school correctly, you had swarms of girls around you.”

Ji Yong chuckles at the memory. “What can I say,” he says, a cocky smirk on his face. “Ladies love a bad boy.”

You turn your head to face him. Your eyebrows were raised, your mouth opened in shock. He gives you a teasing smile. You lightly smack his chest and give him a smile. “You ass.”

“You love it,” he says. “Don’t lie.” You roll your eyes at him and turn back to the waterfall. You rest yourself back into his chest, Ji Yong still holding your right hand. “Seriously though,” Ji Yong says. “What if we arrange a marriage for him?”

“That might not be a good idea,” you counter. Ji Yong’s fingers swirl around yours, mindlessly playing. “She might be the right girl, but not every girl falls for a bad guy. AND not every girl can or will tolerate with the mafia.”

“You’re not wrong there,” he agrees. Ji Yong lets your hand go for a moment. You feel his fingers come up to the side of your face. They slide against your soft skin, lightly pushing back hair behind your ear. “You like it right?” You hear him ask.

Nodding your head, you reply, “yeah.”

“You don’t just tolerate it right?” He asks again. You turn back to face him. He showcases his curiosity and slight insecurity in his face. “You don’t hate or dislike this lifestyle? You don’t have to love it, hell I don’t most of the time, but the last thing I want is for you to continue living your life in a place you tolerate.”

“Ji Yong,” you coo. “It’s okay. I don’t really hate this place. Yes, it’s not exactly… ideal for living a long life, but it’s okay. I have you, the boys, and it’s kinda growing on me.” Ji Yong perks up, excited at this. “I don’t love it, but I don’t exactly hate it and I don’t really tolerate it?” You explain beginning to get confused at your own words. “Do you get it?”

“I think so,” he said. He smiled at you. “You don’t exactly mind it, right?”

You nodded, confirming his much simpler version of it. It feels weird looking back at everything that’s happened. Finding out about Ji Yong and all that. The whole situation seems ridiculous in itself, but at this point, there’s no leaving this. Plus, you don’t wanna leave Ji Yong. He’s kinda been your first for everything. Well, almost everything.

“Flynn’s been quiet.” Ji Yong’s long fingers stop playing with your hand. “It’s been awhile since the last time we saw him.”

“To be fair we killed about a hundred of his men.” Your eyes widen slightly at his casual tone. He felt you stiffen in his lap, giving a small apology and rubbing small circles on your back for comfort. “It’ll take time for him to come back from that.” Ji Yong acknowledged. “Although it is time to worry about him and after the stunt he pulled with you, I’m more than willing to end this.”

You furrow your eyebrows, unsure of what he means. “How?” You ask, turning around to face him. “How do you stop it?”

He let out a bit of a sigh. “You're not gonna like the answer,” he admits. You raise your eyebrows at him. His lips press together tightly, before letting out a long breath. “To fully end this,” you eye him innocently. “I have to kill him.”

Your eyes go wide for a second. His bluntness towards murder still irks you. You look away from him, clearly conflicted on the situation. The moral and rationalizing side of you says killing Flynn is wrong. Although, you know for a fact that if given the chance, Flynn would kill Ji Yong in a heartbeat. Plus, he’s not the same person he used to be, and neither are you. You take a deep breath and go back to leaning against Ji Yong. You close your eyes, letting your head tip back onto his shoulder.

“Stay safe,” you whisper. You feel his lips press lightly to the side of your face, just missing your ear. He pulls away, letting his lips stay near you for a second. “Your wish is my command.”

You feel a small smile tug on your face. You stay like that for a little. You let the comfort of being around Ji Yong wash away your worries and nerves. The sound of rushing and spilling water fills the silence. You just relax there with him, letting the water carry all your nerves away.

You hear Ji Yong let out a light chuckle. You turn around to face him, a confused look on your face. He smiles at you. His laid back happy smile causing one to spread on your face. You adjust on his lap, turning around completely so that your straddle his thighs. Watches in slight amusement as you awkwardly move your legs. You look up at him, your face close to his.

“What’s so funny?” you ask him. He continues to smile at you, staring at you lovingly. He kisses the tip of your nose. “You know,” he says. “You never answered my proposal.”

Your eyes go wide, realizing he was right. He chuckles once again and kisses your cheek. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll just ask you again and again till you say yes.”

You let a small smile jump onto your lips. He smirks, leaning back and letting his hands support his weight. “Well then,” a sly smirk sliding onto his face. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”

You smiled at him and shrugged. “Sure, I’ll marry you.”

His smile dropped into a frown. He gave you an irritated groan, sitting up right. “Noooooo,” he whined. “You have to actually say yes.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, a smile sliding onto your face. “Okay,” you comply. “Yes Kwon Ji Yong, I’d love to marry you.” You say, sealing the deal with a kiss on his nose.

He grabs your cheek before you can lean away, gently leading you back to him. His lips press against yours, kissing you passionately. Your eyes widen but then slowly close, responding to the kiss. You pull away after a few seconds, needing to catch your breath. He stares at you, pushing your hair back behind your ear. You feel your cheeks heat up, looking away from him. You awkwardly rest your head on his chest, bending at an awkward angle.

“It’s probably time we get back home,” Ji Yong says, a hand running through your hair. You pull away from his chest and nod your head. You get up from his lap, brushing off any dirt from your dress as Ji Yong stands. He takes your hand and together you walk away from the waterfall.

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empty-dream · 7 years ago

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Me watching Fate/Apocrypha ep 13

With that piano intro, it feels like there is a narration saying “Once upon a time, in an ancient babylonian flying fortress”

If there is any book with that intro I’d read the shit out of it

Sieg be like “I’ve seen too many shit I should apply to become the new wonder of the world”

Sieg: “I’m sorry I was reckless” Astolfo: “bOI THAT WAS NOT RECKLESS THAT WAS STUPID AS FUCK AND THAT’S ME SAYING” Sieg: “But I have a wish I wanna save my friends in the middle of war” Astolfo: “oKAY COOL ME PROUD”

Shit the loony witch shows up

I made an entire post consisting of me contemplating the new op and ed bc it’s long and full of thought HAHA jk it’s shit

Hi kids welcome to the church in the fortress 2 weeks ago the cinnamon and the sinnamon met each other

Shirou: “We’re catholics, we should understand each other.” Jeanne: “Dude, just because I have the same religion as you, as 1.1 billion other people do btw, doesn’t mean I agree to everything you do, especially if it involves stealing most magical thing ever and smiling sinisterly.”

Wow Shirou raises his voice that’s 5* rarity

Shirou: “I didn’t have my master die in my arms, wait 60 years, and manage this dangerous team of nukes all by myself for being defied by a 16 yo rapunzel hourglass saberface”

Jeanne: “Goddamnit you’re a HEROic spirit be a HERO for once!” Shirou: “Nah, I’m outta the club I can do whatever I want.”

Semiramis: “Are you saying my master breaks the rule?” Jeanne: “Are you teasing me with that question or are you just deaf and stupid?”

Semiramis be like “What? You think me, a beautiful poisoner queen who murdered my husband slyly and got into his throne, as the one capable of corrupting an innocent-looking yu-gi-oh-haired young man like my master? I’m offended.”

Guys you’re late to Vlad’s funeral

Shirou: “It’s all peaceful, no fighting whatsoever with your masters.” The AKA team: “BULLSHIT.” Shirou: “But hey it was really no fighting!”

Get you a wife like Semiramis- No wait, don’t make her your wife just make her fall hard for you she wishes she was your wife

Karna’s level-headedness is truly something, I must say

Shirou: “Thank you very much” Karna: “Not now, bitch”

I still find it funny that Karna seems like the first one in AKA team to be fine with Shirou as his master but in the end he’s the only one who never accepts Shirou. My boy.

Shirou: “All of you, become my bitches now.”

Celenike have you learned nothing from Gordes’s experience?!

Wow scratching head until it bleeds is actually one of things I consider creepy and disturbing

But why does it sound like she’s breaking her skull instead of scratching and if she indeeds breaks her skull why is she alive?

You don’t wanna dirty your hands killing Sieg? Bitch you hold human entrails with the same hands might as well cut your hands right now

Astolfo: “There’s no point in me killing Sieg!” Celenike: “There is! I’m horny now!”

Too late, her brain moves to between her legs now.

Sieg’s fate is to be stomped by masters of Yggdmillenia

Grossest slasher movie idea: Celenike is jealous towards Sieg because Astolfo emotes so much around him instead of when she tortures Astolfo so she decides to stomp Sieg and force Astolfo to kill him while she gets hot watching it.

Wow that’s a very ugly face of dying. I’d make the same face as Sieg too.

I CAN HEAR THE CHEER OF PEOPLE FOR MORDRED AT THIS VERY MOMENT

It’s like Kairi and Mordred just drive around and happen to see the nasty quarrel and be like “well that’s one cockroach to kill” so they stop to behead Celenike and then goes off again.

I think servant disappearing into light is engineered to be as slow as it can to give them time to speak dramatic last words huh?

Astolfo: “I don’t wanna drag you into this war.” Sieg: “I already dove head-first to save my friends so technically I’m already in this war too”

HAHA WORLD RECORD OF SERVANT TRYING TO KILL THE MASTER Sieg you’re beginning to become a funny man

I don’t know if Achilles clicks his tongue because Chiron rejects Shirou’s offer to join red faction or Semiramis belittles Chiron but either way he really cares for his teacher :’))

Semiramis: “How about you remember you’re in my home?” Chiron: “How about you remember I can bomb your home?”

Remember 2 weeks ago when I said there are only two sane men on board? That’s excluding the attacked-by-headache red servants, but now you get why I say that.

Shirou: “Jeanne I don’t really wanna kill you actually” Jeanne: “Asshat your face looks like you really wanna kill me slowly”

Wow I don’t expect them to actually detail Karna’s gesture

Mordred, making the most grandiose entrance ever.

I was thinking, why would Mordred charge into an enemy fortress without her armor, like maybe she would but her master would not. So I just conclude maybe A-1 can’t afford to animate her armors ._.

Semiramis: “You wanna betray us?” Mordred: “You tried to betray us first!” Semiramis: “I will behead you, traitor!” Mordred: “First, it’s you it’s you who is the traitor here. Second I beheaded someone on the way and I’m not shy to do it again!!”

Mordred vs Semiramis is kinda like a battle between parent and child with lots of foul languages

Seriously Mordred is the hero of this episode and her trashtalking doesn’t disappoint at all

Like I said, I’m surprised Karna’s gesture is detailed because it’s clear he realizes first hand than Mordred is coming and actually wants her to clear the mess and help Jeanne and Chiron escape and he doesn’t do anything to stop them and he smiles in satisfaction when it’s all done. Like, my boy. My dear boy.

Semiramis: “You think you can do something? Everything you can do, I can do it too!” Avicebron: “Well I do battles too, unlike your shit caster” Shirou: “He’s got a point, hon.”

A saberface stood in the middle of dead people on a war. Great, wanna bet Fate/Extra will have umu do the same thing too?

The wish of salvation is never wrong. The method you try to achieve it, however, often falls into the nope scale.

Wow I also didn’t expect they would include the crushed homunculus in this scene too.

When even Fiore tells you to shut up then you need to evaluate your life

I wanna laugh because Sieg is nonchalantly running into the room like he’s late for class but can’t give a shit to the professor in front of him

Ah I see, A-1 make a huge change in this scene.

Gordes: “Y-YOU!” Sieg: “Surprises bitch I bet you thought you had seen the last of me”

People die when they are killed is so last year, Gordes.

Sieg: “Guess who just became a new master?” Black faction: “No way!” Sieg: “That’s right! It’s me!”

Caules close up is always welcome, babe.

Astolfo is also nonchalantly late into the class and only bothered about how to pose.

Leader!Homunculus: “You keep surprising us” Sieg: “I died twice already and the surprise will just keep on coming, mate.”

Nice speech Sieg!! Cementing the fact that he is the anti-thesis of Shirou and that he is the main protagonist, in case anybody forgets.

Also it kickstarts Fiore’s existential crisis but hey that’s for another episodes okay.

Caules did you just tell Gordes to count to ten??? You. You are fucking perfect my darling.

Chiron: “Master, Caster betrays us. And he’s going to get Roche.” Fiore: “Wait that’s too many news for 2 minutes.”

I guess no matter how much of a genius you are, if you’re young and a shut-in you will always remain naive.

Originally in the novel, if I am correct, this scene is where Gordes shitting around and treats Sieg as Siegfried. Astolfo full-on roasts Gordes and pours salt on his wounds, and also makes jabs about the stolen grail. Fiore is suspicious that Astolfo might be the one killing Celenike, which is actually normal thing to do, but he might or might not even notice that. Caules honestly agrees that the homunculi’s lifespan won’t allow them to do everything they want, which is cold, but in line with the fact that he’s, at his core, blunt. I guess A-1 decides to change it so that Sieg has time to deliver the speech?

Well it’s a shame Astolfo roasting is skipped tho. But I think I like the speech. If that’s how they try to make Sieg likable (I heard he’s not very likable back before this adaptation?), I think it works with me.

NEXT: Servanger 2.0

#random saying #fate/apocrypha #fate apocomment

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lovewavesxx · 7 years ago

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Love Waves – EP 9 – Pink Pillows

October 16, 2017

“A few thoughts from Pink Pillows. –E xx.”

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/ericajones10/playlist/6iBQ8u16X0qim0ypl7Yb48

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/playlist/love-waves-ep-9-pink-pillows/idpl.u-55D6lDlHx9Xkmj

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwEZgDEorNRRItkk7C4ZD6enbIpcYm-Iz

This week’s playlist flow is ridic (ulous, if you must be lame and make me spell the whole word instead of attempting to be hip). Leave yo shuffle off bb.

1. mansionz – Wicked (feat. G-Eazy)

2. The 1975 – Girls

3. Rihanna – You da One

4. Kiiara – Wishlist

5. Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect

6. Ghosted – Get Some (feat. Kamille)

7. Neon Trees – Sleeping With a Friend

8. Marty Grimes – Make It Back

9. Marc E. Bassy – Plot Twist (feat. Kyle)

10. Lauv – Reforget

11. Humble the Poet – H.A.I.R.

12. Daniel Caesar – Take Me Away (feat. Syd)

13. Halsey – Bad at Love

14. Julia Michaels – Issues (Alan Walker Remix)

15. Prince Fox – I Don’t Wanna Love You (feat. Melody Noel) [Adam York Remix]

16. Khalil – No Coincidence

17. Jhené Aiko – OLLA (Only Lovers Left Alive) [feat. TWENTY88]

******I NEED YOUR HELP WITH LOVE WAVES EP 10!!! AS A WAY TO CELEBRATE MAKING IT THIS FAR I WANT THE 10TH EPISODE TO BE ONLY MUSIC FROM OTHER PEOPLE. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SEND ME THE NAME OF A SONG OR SONGS WITH THE ARTIST’S NAME VIA ANYWAY POSSIBLE, OR BY CLICKING THIS PARAGRAPH, AND SUBMITTING YOUR SONG. I WILL TAKE ALL THE MUSIC I COLLECT FROM PEOPLE TO CREATE EP 10’S FLOW. IF YOU’D LIKE, YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR SUBMISSION, AND I WILL PUT YOUR NAME IN EP 10’S POST AS WELL SO YOU GET CREDIT! THIS IS JUST MY WAY OF SAYING THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING LOVE WAVES AND HOPEFULLY GETTING PEOPLE INVOLVED IN SHARING SOME GOOD SHT! xx.******

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Click here for my twitter @ericajones1010

Also, if you have a Spotify or Apple Music account I would love to follow you and most likely creep on your playlists. Somehow get me your profile link, send me a playlist, or let me know your username. Click here for my Spotify profile Click here for my Apple Music profile

Playlist Description:

Some of my best thoughts come while my head is lying on my pink pillow. Some of my worst thoughts come while my head is lying on my pink pillow. Everything in between is noise, but to be honest, it’s all just noise.

I never really thought much about how an inanimate object could be privy to some of the most important moments in my reality or just in my mind—those moments alone or sometimes with another person.

While in college some of my favorite times were when my closest friends and I were just laying in my room talking about everything, and nothing, while listening to music. They’d be on my bed and I’d be lying on the ground staring at my ceiling fan or on my futon. At times these positions varied, but you get the point.

There were nights I’d shove my face in that pink pillow to cry. There were times I’d hug that pink pillow wishing it was a human body, but it was 1:34 in the morning, and a pillow is what was closest to me. There were days I would pull myself out of bed to go to work and class and when I would return to my room that pink pillow was the first thing I’d see upon arrival.

Some of my best words have been inspired at times my head was on that pink pillow. Some of the best scenarios my head has created were while it was on that pink pillow. I see myself in different situations and places, sometimes alone and sometimes not, while lying on that pink pillow. (I don’t really know what to call the things I write because in my head they sound like songs and I don’t know if they’re considered poetry so I usually just call them words.)

This playlist stems from all of the hours I’ve spent thinking about what I have done, would’ve done differently, hope to do, and will actually do. I think a lot about my own future and where or what I’d like to do, and I also tend to think a lot about who I have or want to be by my side during those moments.

I think a lot about the people I care for and love. I think about the moments that have passed by and tasted so sweet, but I didn’t realize how precious they were. I think about the lines on my friends’ and family’s faces as their eyes lit up while they smiled or laughed too hard at something dumb I said or did. I think about what it felt like while we hugged. Where were your hands? Were your eyes closed like mine were? I didn’t want to let go, but I did. Did I hold on too long? Oh well, it’s over now. I hope I get to hold you again, but I just don’t know anymore. At times, I wonder if my effort or feelings will ever be returned, but it’s been long enough I think. People usually move on by now. “He didn’t seem excited to see you.” What’s wrong with me? Do you love me? Will you ever grow to love me? Am I wasting my time? Are you wasting your time? I think you forgot about me again. I fucked up. Have you fucked up? Would you tell me again if you did? Should I tell you I did? Would it hurt you? Would you even care? Probably not. Will we ever really talk again? I mean really talk again. Like we did on FaceTime that one day I didn’t know you were going to say anything. I thought about telling you I loved you about 80 billion times, but I didn’t. I’ve known since December, but it can wait. It’ll fade. I’m sure of it. You’ll fade. I’m sure of it. That was still a great moment with you. I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore. I’m kind of scared right now. This sht wasn’t supposed to happen, and what if I fall in love with him? I’m so scared right now. I don’t know how to be cool. To play this cool. I just need to find a distraction from this distraction. I need to stop thinking about this right now. Next paragraph.

My pink pillow has been the resting place for much of the good and bad that is in my life. That’s crazy to think about, right?! It’s just a freakin’ pillow. Yet, at the same time it is a constant in the evolution of who I have been, currently am, and strive to become.

Yoo this is was some overthinking sht at it’s finest. :)

Song Explanations:

Wicked by Mansionz featuring G was actually not one of my favorite songs from their album for the longest time. There’s this line G says and it just would make me feel upset and so I dismissed the whole song. I didn’t want to listen to it. Recently, I’ve really started liking this song. I also feel kind of bad because in some ways I am very much like that girl they are singing about. I’m sorry in advance. I hate me too. :)

THE 1975 IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE BAND. It takes a lot of effort for me to not put them in most Love Waves playlists. I think Girls fits perfectly with the theme and flow of this week’s comp sooooo in it went. SUCH a tune.

Wishlist is a song Kiiara literally just released a few days ago. My favorite line is, “I’ll pour the gasoline on your halo.” I’d say I am an angel or positive with good behavior about 98% of the time, but that 2% can be dangerous. It gets more dangerous when I’m with someone equally mischievous. It’s like we feed off of each other’s energy and actions.

Get Some by Ghosted featuring Kamille is a song my friend Adam sent me weeks ago. It sounds all innocent and dancy until you actually listen to the words and you’re like, “Wut tha actual phuq?” It cracks me up, but it also fits the theme. I also highly recommend the music video because you would think it’s going to be a certain way BUT the entire video is not at all what I expected.

Click here to watch the official music video for Get Some by Ghosted

Ayyyy Marty Grimes with the new release titled Cold Pizza. Make It Back is my favorite song right now off of that album. “Seeing things without you ain’t the same.” There are times in my life I wish I had you by my side. Your presence would make this song better, it would make the lighting look better, it would make these breaths I’m taking taste better, it would make me feel better, but sometimes that’s life. You learn to deal with all the moments that will never be.

Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy featuring Kyle came out a few months ago, but Marc just released his new album Gossip Columns. Go listen to that sht. Anyways, this song is in here because things happen and all of a sudden there’s a completely unexpected plot twist that happens in your life. Like, right now I can’t tell if mine is good or bad yet and that uncertainty is scaring the living sht out of me at the moment.

“I go out just so I can reforget.” I think Lauv’s song is fairly universal for anyone going through a type of separation from someone in life. I see it all the time when people break up. Newly single people are either too heartbroken to do anything OR they go out and do everything. I completely understand what it’s like to feel and act both ways unfortunately.

Click here to read the lyrics for Reforget by Lauv

I stumbled..across Humble *pause so for intended rhyme to be acknowledged* the poet accidently a few weeks ago, but his song H.A.I.R. is extremely dope and the production feels really original to me. I like his lyrics too.

Brooooooo Take Me Away makes me feel like I’m a feather gently gliding down through the atmosphere and landing on a really brightly scenic area near a beach or maybe in a valley full of different flowers padding the space between two hills during sunset. I really like Syd’s sound too. It’s so feely and jazzy and wonderful. Lyrics and vibe on point bb.

Bad at Love. Retweet.

No Coincidence is nowhere to be found on Spotify and that kind of irked me because it makes the flow on that platform slightly different. This song makes me think about the differences between something or someone being a part of your life by coincidence or by putting effort towards something. You used to be a coincidence, and something that was just there by fate, but now you’re just effort. It’s not easy going anymore. That fact makes me really really think about whether all of that effort is taking away the possibility of something better and less forced being a part of my life. I don’t know. Then again we’re the masters sticking it out during our phases. That’s just something I thought about while writing this.

Click here to listen to No Coincidence by Khalil on YouTube

OLLA by Jhené is off of her album Trip. That project is a lot to digest because it’s a double album, but I do highly suggest you give it a listen and also watch the twenty minute film she made to go along with the album. It’s such a unique plotline and executed so well. I like that this song makes me feel like I’m in a disco surrounded by light brown bellbottoms, and pastel tie-dyed clothing, and lights flashing everywhere gently, and everyone seems really at peace, and in the moment together. I see smoke in the air, but I think we both know it’s probably not a fog machine. That’s what I see and feel in my head when I hear this song.

Right now I feel really tapped out from writing and thinking about all of this. Imma just end it now.

Love,

-E xx.

p.s. Don’t forget to participate in EP 10 by clicking here to leave me some music! :)

#comp playlist #marty grimes #marc e bassy #jhene aiko #the 1975 #mansionz #g eazy #neon trees #ghosted #kiiara #daniel caesar #halsey #lauv #rihanna #travis scott

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fuck-customers · 8 years ago

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It was national "make the games room attendant either suicidal or homocidal" day apparently

Arcade/bar/restaurant hybrid person here again from the games room and let me fucking tell you this particular Saturday night closing shift (05/06/17) was a WILD RIDE.. A good chunk of people were disrespectful to my games room which is disrespectful to me, the one who is already busting her ass trying to do work and yet has to fix every sudden thing on top of it. (Some of these are also just wtf and irritants too from tonight). The kicker, it wasn't even BUSY. Okay so where to start. I got there and it was not busy. On a Saturday at 6pm. Like prime hours here. The entire population of game room customers was the kids party going on. So I'll start there: - two kids pooled their tickets and are sharing a card. Nbd. They purchase "quick blast sour spray!" Which is liquid sugar + sour. And sticky as fuck. So of course these little fucks are going to town on this stuff but it's not like their parents taught them basic hygiene so these hyperactive gremlins have sticky hands and guess what. A sticky card. Which I have to handle for at least 3 more transactions. I am out of the hand sanitizer I keep in my purse. For the love of god wash your fucking hands - I go to clear off some tables. There's two pieces of the wrapped little candies from our claw machine on it. I go to grab them both and one gives resistance. There was gum on the TOP of the table gluing a piece of candy to it. Another of the reasons I am out of sanitizer. Jfc people. Under the table is one thing but in plain fucking sight.. - okay this one is just a freak natural accident but one of our pool tables wasn't releasing any balls. Even the reset button didn't work. It is now off and a work order has been placed because wtf? - ^^^^in regards to that, had a guy come up and say "hey me and my friends are going out for a smoke, watch our table? We don't wanna lose it". NOT MY FUCKING JOB. I HAVE A MILLION OTHER THINGS TO DO. First come first serve bitch. Only 3 tables are working right now and if you snooze you lose - I was clearing glasses and I found one on its side on the floor (thankfully not broken) but yes with beer spilled on the carpet. And no one came to tell me. It would have been an inconvenience if someone had actually told me but since they didn't I'm just damn mad. If you're old enough to drink the shit, you're old enough to tell me about spilling it dicknuts - there's supposed to be six basketballs in each game (4 games total) at no point is this ever consistent of course :/ but at no previous point have I had to climb INTO the game so I could dislodge balls from the top of the game (LEARN HOW TO FUCKING AIM) I have before however had to go behind them to find balls. There were 5 back there at one point tonight - there are supposed to be 9 skee balls in each machine. See previous bullet point. I did not fix this before I left because you know what fuck it. The opener can even this shit out - not really disrespectful. We have a machine (wizofoz). It's a coin pusher so you win little chips and cards from it that you can redeem for ticket values. At no point tonight did someone bring up more than 1200 tickets worth of this all at once. Yet somehow I filled up 4 pencil cases with just those chips and cards. Yep there were people pretty much every five minutes. THE SAME PEOPLE OVER AND OVER. BRINGING UP A HANDFUL OF CHIPS, THEN GOINGN BACK AND PLAYING. No need to wait until you've run out of credits and bring me all your winnings at once instead of 100tix worth every. Five. Minutes. :):):):) Not like I'm the only one working in this arcade and I have a billion other things to do :):):):):) - a mother who took her (3?)yo to a bar at 10:30 at night. I KNOW ITS A SATURDAY BUT HOLY SHIT HE SHOULD BE IN BED - okay so you know how bird shit looks when it's on a car, how it's just this SPLAT. That. But beer. ON A GAME. HOW IS THAT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO ACHIEVE?? IDK BUT IT WAS DRIED BY THE TIME I NOTICED (the game was no where near my prize room) AND I HAD TO SCRUB TO GET IT OFF. WHAT THE FUCK - just throw your unwanted receipts and candy wrappers in the trash :) we have 5 trash cans stationed around the games room :) the FLOOR is not a trash can :) - we have a unicorn mask (like those horse masks) for 5000tickets. It's at a level where people can take the display off the rack. They hold it up to me and ask me how much it is (to be fair we really do need a tag for it..) I tell them it's 5000. They put it back. BUT NOT CORRECTLY. NEVER CORRECTLY. And frankly that's all I can remember because I'm currently drinking heavily to try to forget it all. Most exhausting night ever. Thank GOD I somehow have 4 days off in a row..

#cashier problems #submissions #fuck customers #submission

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applegelstore · 7 years ago

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@neodiji tagged me (actually with the main account, but since I’ll be talking about games of course, let’s post this on the JRPG blog)

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

Fandoms:

 I told Neodiji that I could talk for days about any Tales/Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts game that I’ve ever played, and some other things are almost as bad, but we settled for this setup, so get a seat and grab popcorn while I talk about JRPGs.

We’re gonna roll with: Tales of Zestiria Kindgom Hearts The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker (because I think this game deserves much more love than it gets. We all love Ocarina of Time and Breath of the Wild, but I sometimes think Wind Waker and Minish Cap are underrated :,))

In case you’re curious, I’m still open for this (and also THIS MEME) for basically any JRPG I’ve ever played, so feel free to drop asks! Okay, let’s get on with this. Actual Meme is under cut for length!

The first character you loved:

TOZ:

LAILAH 

Probably because I just saw her pretty dress and immediately recognized her as a mage type character, and I like the mage types. Obviously, I didn’t try to draw that damned dress at first.

KH: 

It is a fucking Disney/Final Fantasy crossover, I was biased for the entire supporting crew from the start

WW:

MAKAR

I’m so glad the koroks have returned in Breath of the Wild, they’re very neat

The character you never expected to love so much: TOZ:

PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE 

I mean, I was excited to learn more about them and stuff when the characters were announced, but like, nothing prepared me for how amazing this bunch of nerds is. Rose is not a nerd but still amazing. Every single one of them surprised me in some pleasant way or the other, so they all count, I guess.

KH:

Sora is my spirit animal, except he’s an extrovert. Anyway, I didn’t expect that (did I mention I usually dislike JRPG protagonists? Here, have another example of an exception). Also Kingdom Hearts Squall, whom I like a hundred billion times better than his original game self. Although that’s not particularly difficult.

WW:

Link, in every single Zelda game actually. Because I strongly dislike silent protagonists. But he’s so smol and helpless and confused, help him

The character you relate to the most: TOZ:

LAILAH 

I mean I also want to adopt all the kids , also everybody and their dogs ship Sormik, so I totally see her point there

That bit being said, I guess I share a few things with Sorey actually, namely:

-doesn’t know how to human 

-can’t hide feelings to save a life 

-genuinely convinced that icecream is a proper meal 

-excitable squirrel and will fangirl to the moon and back 

-frequently gushes how amazing their best friend is 

-feathers 

-overthinks way too much

-the one person you have to explain sex jokes to (although I’ve become infinitely more perceptive ever since my best friend is my best friend and since I got to know my singing teacher, and I blame her that I ever only get the dirty musical jokes and no others)

-just wants peace and kittens and rainbows

I also used to be the moodmaker in my friend group. Plus I more or less successfully taught myself some Irish in school and have been fascinated with ancient and medieval history and more importantly, myth and legend, so I guess my school days self would have gotten along with him very well. Nowadays it’s pretty much gone and I feel and act more like an Edna, though, snarking and dealing out deathglares.

 Anyway, the main difference between me and Sorey is probably that I don’t bang my best friend. Okay, actually the main difference is that I’m as introvert as you can get, and a troubled bundle of nerves 24/7. I still don’t bang my best friend, though.

KH: 

Sora in Pridelands: we can be the new kings :DDDDDDDD 

Everyone else: SORA NO 

Me: SORA YES

Sora in Port Royal: I wanna be a pirate, too :DDDDDDDDDDDD

Everyone else: SORA NO 

Me: SORA YES

See a pattern?

WW: 

Still Link, I’m also constantly unable to function and I just wanna release wordless screams into the abyss as I fall into it. Anyway I wish the NPCs could stop hitting on him in every single game for like, 5 minutes, it’s disturbing

The character you’d slap: TOZ:

Sorey whenever he’s mean to Mikleo, but most of the time he’s really sweet, so I guess I’ll let it slide and punch Symonne instead BECAUSE YES PLEASE LET ME BURN HER DOWN TO A PILE OF ASHES

KH:

I’ve already got the chance to punch Xemnas, it was very satisfying

WW:

(every Zelda game ever) ALL THE OCTOROKS

Three favourite characters (these are in order of preference): TOZ:

Edna, Mikleo, Rose or Lailah (send help) (but honestly, I love the entire playable party so, so much, and Sorey is hands down one of my favourite JRPG protagonists; although that is not particularly difficult because I have an annoying tendency to dislike the heroes and heroines in these)

KH: 

Sora, Riku, Axel or Demyx (you said 4, didn’t you? Clearly you said 4, see, I just always give you 4, please don’t punch me)

WW: 

Makar, Medli, Link

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore: TOZ:

They’re still my babies, all of them

KH:

Don’t think that happened

WW:

same, that’s a fruitless question for me in most cases

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

TOZ: 

I had a rough start with Rose because genki girls can be quite annoying, but she had won me over quickly after joining the party, and now I adore her. Go forth and kill, my child. I love Rose and I want her to get a fucking shepherd’s cloak, goddammit

KH:

Saix is an asshole but for some reason I can’t bring myself to hate him.

WW:

again, no changes I can think of

3 OTPs:

TOZ:

Have I mentioned that Sormik embody all the relationship goals I ever had, and happen to hit pretty much all the romance tropes I love? Have I? HAVE I??? I want to give them my blessing and oversee their wedding vows. I swear somebody must have invaded my mind before writing this game because they wanted to know for sure what would make me week in the knees. I swear I said goodbye to my heart halfway through the game. I generally suspect that somebody in the writing department must have been spying on me because the game in general uses a bit too many of my favourite tropes to not have done this on purpose. 

Other than that, I non-romantically ship the entire party because they’re one wonderful slightly dysfunctional family and they make me cry. They’re basically bestest friends on a classtrip with romantic lighting. In case you haven’t gathered that yet because I totally don’t mention that daily, Rose and Sorey are my brotp and I live for platonic male/female relationships because there are too many people out there and too many instances in media that don’t recognize that boys and girls can be really, really good friends without being romantically or sexually involved. Like, wow. WHAT A SHOCKING DISCOVERY.

Can’t really choose a third one, but I do enjoy romantic Rosali (though not as much as Sormik because they don’t hit the right tropes, and because they don’t have much time for proper development; but I’ll never say no to an arguably canon lesbian couple), and other platonic relationships within the party are also wonderful and good and great and please more. Daddy Dezel and Rose, Edna and Lailah, Edna and Zaveid, Edna and Meebo, Zaveid and basically everyone, Sorey and Sergei, you name it. All is good and fine.

Clearly you meant to say like 9 OTPs

KH:

I see where the Sora/Riku comes from. Damn, do I see where it comes from (KH II, D3, I’m looking at you). I don’t mind Kairi in the mix, though. I’ll just accept whatever Squeenix comes up with, yo. Terra/Aqua/Ventus are a fine platonic brotp.

WW:

Is like, really not a shippy game. I mean, all the protagonists are kids. Yes, I know that also applies to KH, but it’s not that bad.

Not tagging because I very often don’t tag, but feel free to do this and have fun and force your friends to join you ;)

#Tales of Zestiria #Kingdom Hearts #The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker

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adelindschade · 6 years ago

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So since in my previous post I touched on some of the bullshit my dad put us through, I’m going to reiterate some of our last ‘transactions’ before that bridge was burned - one of the many pivotal awakenings I needed to throw those rose colored glasses away. By then I had taken them off and started seeing shit differently but this moment was probably one of the few that prompted me to stop giving a fuck and call it quits for good.

By this point, dad and I are in a rough patch. I gave him an ultimatum about a year from now - right before thanksgiving - to stay off mom, she wasn’t in a position to be losing income for child support when custody was 50/50, etch. - and he’d rather lay into me about not knowing my place (despite me being a 22 YO independent adult) and gaslighting me about not knowing the full situation (bullshit). So we’re not on speaking terms.

I’ll let you know now - family or not, if you piss me, I’m done. I quit. There ain’t no tantrums. There aren’t conversations. After that last text and you ain’t wit the program, I’m duecing out. Peace sign, have good life, motherfucker, I’m out. Adios. Fuck off forever. I had my last straw and I stopped talking altogether. It was mutual. No one was lifting a finger to initiate any sort of discussion after that debacle. .

I ain’t the person who sends holiday or birthday texts. Nah. When I’m done, it’s cold turkey. I cut it off in an instant and I don’t look back. None of this “I’m always here” bullshit or “call me if you have a change of heart”. Nah, fam. Not even with my ex-bestie. She was all about that life after our blow out but I said what I said, I meant it, and I’m not turning back on my words just to re-engage an awkward & inevitably change friendship. That bridge was incinerated and same goes for my Dad.

Also - blocking - I’m all about that life. None of that ‘weak’ shit excuse. I don’t want to be hearing from you. I don’t want to be seeing shit from or about you. I don’t want you creeping on my shit either so your nosy ass can talk about something to your friends. Nah. We’s dead to each other. I blocked a hella ton of people because they nosy AF and messy and I’m not going to enable that shit. My profile is private, too, so they can’t hire their friends to peep for them either. Communication is low so mutual friends or family can’t be talking shit if I don’t have anything to say about the matter. I stay in my fucking lane, you bet your ass you ought to do the same. I ain’t gonna make it easy for you to weave in between the lines so don’t even bother.

I also learned that if people are a) bitching but b) not blocking - that door is still open for more bullshit. That girlfriend of yours talking shit about her on-and-off ex for a billion reasons but still refusing to block his ass? You bet they’re going to be back together by the end of the week. It’s inevitable. They ain’t ready to cut that cord.

My dad was one of those people. His (last I heard, ex) GF was a piece of work. So many stories were born from that messy relationship but he wasn’t dumb AF and continued to justify or make excuses as to why he wanted to work on it. At the end of the day, he made it known he valued her over his own kids, and that was that. He bankrupted himself to support her even though she already had income coming in three different ways and he used that excuse to make all these expectations that were never realized.

This is semi-important. All of this ties together.

When I cut contact, I cut all of it. No birthday text, no happy father’s day text, none of that. I was a making a point and it struck a nerve. He went through mom to tell me I needed to bounce TF off his phone plan (as if I wasn’t paying my portion?? which I learned was MORE than what I actually owed!!). Hmm. Ironic. I was asking him for months to cut me off his plan because he was the account owner and he had to give the approval but all he did was give BS excuses to wait or that I wasn’t financially ready to take on another burden (What?? I was meticulous about my budget and planned ahead for it! I realize now it was because I was paying for part of not just my plan but his, too - hmm). So suddenly now, I’m an ungrateful mooch and need to bounce ASAP.

Luckily I anticipated this but unfortunately had to wait for his go ahead. Because no matter how times I attempted to do it, they still needed certain information only he could give, and it was infuriating that I couldn’t do shit unless he went ahead from HIS account to release the line.

Now, let me input this: I love my phone. It’s old (4+ years) but it works, it functions, and it still in pretty condition because I forked out a shit ton of money for a grade A case that lived up to its reputation (otterbox FTW). So, the only thing I was (or should have been) paying for was just the plan and my ass was grandfathered in so I wasn’t paying for shit for unlimited. However, I was paying twice that amount until this moment. My upgrade was never used because I didn’t need one - it was only for an emergency just in case some shit happened to my phone. I didn’t ever want a new one because the one I had (and still do) does everything I need it to. (Shout out to Samsung!)

Dad, however, was the exact opposite. Constantly upgraded because he HAD to have the new iPhone after it’s release (same applies to my brother which he always catered to) and stealing everyone’s upgrades while still forking out money for the phone he just ditched.

So after days in finagling for the fucking information I needed to just finish the job, he finally makes me the account manager to just take care of it. First it was, oh I haven’t paid the bill yet so I still owe x amount before they make any account change (abet lowkey suggesting I take care of the $400+ invoice - TF I will! Hell no! I’m not the one to be tried today - fuck that noise!) Then it was - oh, well, uh, I couldn’t cover the total so wait until next week so I have the entire bill take care of...

Here’s what went down:

This man never, ever paid the bill in full. He had late fee after late free applied because he was cutting corners.

On top of that, he was constantly adding new devices - like a new set of Dre Beat wireless headphones - hmm - while apparently not having enough to cover the bill. That’s some piss poor management right there.

Here’s the bonus:

I finally ask the rep to take me off. Wait, there’s a new charge. What? On my line? Repeat that, please??

This man used MY line, MY UPGRADE, while the account still under his name to buy a brand new $1100 iPhone - in payment plans no less! So either someone pays the difference (which is pretty much the whole thing) before I can ever transfer my line to an independent one or - at this point - my mind stopped listening because I was fuming.

Wanna guess where, or rather who, that phone went to? Take a guess - it’s pretty easy - if you thought, hmm, Dad, so did I - but no, it went to his pretty little neurotic piece of a GF. *I learned this later on from my brother who was lamenting about how she got the phone and not him (after his took a nasty fall & cracked the screen).

Folks, I don’t remember how TF I did without forking over money but I did - I got my ass off the plan within a week of the original message, kept my beloved phone (which he can pry from my cold, dead hands) and my number with a manageable plan.

Now, let me tell you, I did not block my dad. My number is still the same as always because it’s damn near connected to everything in my name. I couldn’t bother with a number change because too much inconvenience. I sent him an e-mail saying the deed was done (literally 5 words or less) and he never replied back - that was that.

Fast forward about.... rounded, a couple months. Karma is beautifully served and she kicks his ass to the curb after mooching off what she could without having to do the same. (He’s still a dick and probably did some shit to deserve the restraining order). He crawls back to my mom looking for pity. She reminds him said-ex-GF is not worth it and primarily one of the reasons why he’s estranged with his eldest (me!).

He has the audacity to say the following - oh, I was going to ask her eventually if she wanted to get coffee. (Haha! Hell no! As if I’d be anywhere in the same zip code as this man! I ain’t gonna be trapped listening to his woe-is-me bullshit. Fuck that!)

Mom shakes her head - she knows me well enough. That ain’t gonna fly. She’s not going to respond to that.

He probably scratched his head - what should I do? (*Uh, dumbass, I literally wrote you an e-mail with plain-as-day instructions. First step, apologize, second step, acknowledge your wrong doings, third step, make an vocal and actual effort to fix x amount of issues which I’ve bulleted! Look at your Goddamn archives!)

Mom literally says - show an effort.

He replies - okay... is her number the same??

Bruh. Bruuhh.

At this point, it’s just comedy. I can’t make this shit up.

I’ve never blocked this man. I never changed my number. If he asked, idk, my brother?? He’d confirm - yeah, it’s still the same.

Now under this context, which my mother forewarned me about, he sends me a BS text - oh, thinking about you, hoping you’re doing well, text me, love ya.

What bullshit. Mind you, had his (ex) GF not kicked him to the curb, he’d still be at her side, and I’d still be in exile - so no - not happening. You made your bed, lie in it. See - I look at the bigger picture - it helps with retrospect.

Mark to present: Mom is now on the train which she’s almost always finds her way back on - forgive and forget! He’s your father? Yadda-yadda - you know the naive shit that gets her into trouble because she forgives wayyy too easily the shit no one should put up with. (*I’m all about the resent-and-remember and boii has it served me good).

Mom - has your father texted you yet? He told me he tried again. (As per use, telling one thing, doing another - actions ain’t lining up, pops. Typical).

My inbox: void of any such message(s).

Me - Nope! (proceeds to monologue about his douchebaggery and my intolerance for such antics and how forgiveness is absolutely out of the question.)

Mother - who is very passive - immediately weans off the topic. She’s the soft spoken but persistent type. (I’m the opposite. I’m the ‘cuss your ass out’ + end of fucking discussion type).

I see things for how they are and I’m ain’t about that bullshit. I know how things operate and I’m not playing the fool this time.

#this is a long post #oh my

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theultravioletcatastrophe · 8 years ago

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Heya, new followers! You may have noticed that I like to post those ask meme thingies (and I like to ask people stuff when they post them too!). Occasionally I come across an interesting one, but it’s way too long to want to bother with posting (not only because it clogs up your dash, but because I don’t wanna make you pick from this giant list). So, I do what I always do and just go ahead and answer every question anyway, all in one post! It’s below the break.

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? "...what the FUCK did we do?" (the last person I texted was my dad lol)

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? We're married, mostly.

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? As long as they weren't actively causing themselves harm, absolutely not.

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? Yep.

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? Sober. I don't really get drunk anymore.

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? Yes.

7. What does your last received text say? "Ok thanx" (again, my dad)

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Infinity billion times.

9. Where was your last kiss at? On our bed.

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? I don't have a sister ;_; (although I do have a friend who is like a sister) (but I haven't seen her in a long time) ;_;

11. What do you drink in the morning? Water, mostly. Sometimes I'll make coffee when I get to work.

12. Where did you sleep last night? In my bed.

13. Do you think relationships are hard? Yes. Fulfilling, worth it, but hard.

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? Not really. #liveinthemoment #noragrets

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? Yes, namely, why are we locked in a room, how do we get out, and who locked us in here, anyway?

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? Depends on my mood. I generally prefer sunny days but sometimes you just want the sky to cry for you, y'know?

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Nope.

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? Pajama pants, since I’m going to bed soon.

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? Yes.

20. Does anyone like you? :)

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? I... think so?

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? Maybe a little bit. Definitely less gay than me, and I'm only like 15% gay, so

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? Not anymore. Not anymore...

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? Yes! However I am so good at procrastinating that I've never gotten around to actually designing what I want. One of these days soon.

25. In the past week have you cried? Crying is, at *minimum*, a weekly occurrance for me.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? I'unno, mutt? He's got some black lab, some German shepherd, some husky, and who knows what else in him.

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? In the shower. I hate stepping out of the shower when I'm wet.

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? Nope.

29. Do you think you’re old? Sometimes.

30. Do you like text messaging? Yes! It's super useful and after having resisted getting a cell phone for so long, I can't believe I've ever lived without it.

31. What type of day are you having? Okay. Not awful but not great. Just okay.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Nah, not my style.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Warm, absolutely, 100%. Fuck winter lol

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Many.

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? I mean, both are fun. It depends on the person, I guess.

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? Hmm, I'll take the diplomatic answer and say that I'm both at certain times.

37. What song are you listening to? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Zbu9KkTHkc

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? Yes. If I don't mean it, I don't say it.

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? She's not really a "girl" but yeah.

40. What made you start liking the person you like now? "The person you like now" hahaha okay sure I'll pick one of those people (lol in all seriousness I'm guessing this would refer to my wife and it was our mutual love of anime that first brought us together)

41. When did you last receive a text message? Uh, about 3 hours ago, I guess.

42. What is wrong with you right now? The Anxiety™

43. How well do you know the last female you texted? Like I've lived with her for the past 10 years :P

44. Does anyone disgust you? ...quite a few people actually.

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? I would love to, but I am in fact in a monogamous relationship with someone right now so I'd have to respectfully decline. The gesture would be deeply appreciated and warmly received, however.

46. Are you in a good mood right now? Yes! I had a nice chat with a new friend on here earlier and I'm happy. ^_^

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My wife, just before she went to bed.

48. What color shirt are you wearing? Black with purple screen-printing on it (it’s my “do it for Planeptune” shirt, toldja I’d never take it off).

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? I hear that kinda stuff a lot.

50. Anyone you’re giving up on? No? I don't think I understand this question.

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Of course not, I love her. Always will.

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? No...?

53. Do you like rain? Yes! (finally a plain and simple question)

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? Not unless it's to excess.

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Oh god, so many.

56. Do you like to cuddle? Yes!

57. Are you shy? Yes!

58. Do you get along with girls? I try my best. I get along better with girls than I do with guys though.

59. Have you dated the person you texted last? LOL no (see above for why)

60. What do you carry with you at all times? My phone. Except when I forget it at home haha.

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? WHERE THE FUCK DO I SIGN UP

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? Going on 15 years now, so yeah :)

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? Yep.

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? Of course.

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? What's with the quotes? I mean, I've been playing Neptunia games lately, and they are cute as hell, so if that counts then yeah. Also I've been watching Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid which is ridiculously cute too.

66. How old are the last three people you kissed? The last THREE people I kissed, eh? Hmmm... my wife is 33, my daughter is 3, and... who the hell is the third-last person I kissed? Probably my mother-in-law who is I think 61.

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Depends on what's getting done, I guess. Basic upkeep I'd prefer to do myself, but something fancy I'd want someone else to do.

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Ew, neither.

69. Do you have any stickers on your car? Not yet, no.

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? I have no idea who Luke Bryan is but I get the feeling that either of these choices are awful and I'd rather just have silence.

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone.

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? YEARS ago.

73. Do you like diet soda? Hell no.

74. What color are the walls in your room? In this room, they're white; in my bedroom they're a sort of yellowish colour.

75. Are you 16 or older? I'm twice that plus 1.

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? Nope.

77. Do you have a job? Yep.

78. What are your initials? E_F (my middle name is a secret hehe)

79. Did you ever have braces? No, and I wish I did, because maybe then my bottom incisors wouldn't be so fucked up.

80. Are you from the south? Noooooo.

81. What does your last status on facebook say? Hell if I know, haha, I don't use Facebook much.

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? You expect me to remember who that is? Ah hell, it was probably my mom, and no, I don't talk to her anymore (she died last year).

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? I was definitely closer to my mom.

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? Not unless you count taking my daughter to gymnastics :P

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Moana! IN THREE DEE!

86. Do you smoke? Smoke what ;)

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Flip flops. NOBODY should wear heels.

88. Is your phone touch screen? I would be astonished if someone said "no" to this one.

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? My hair is the only straight thing about me *rim shot*

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? Many times.

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? I've never actually swam in a river before! Of the remaining two options, I prefer a lake.

92. Have you ever made out in a car? Probably.

93. …Had sex in a car? Nope.

94. Are you single or in a relationship? Married.

95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Playing Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;Birth2.

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? ...you know, it was quite a while ago. Years ago. Hmm. :(

97. Do you like the camera on your phone? It's decent, I wish it had native options for controlling exposure and aperture and stuff.

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Nope. I mean, my wife is my best friend, so does that count? Probably not.

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? No! I have never blacked out or passed out from drinking. I hate getting that drunk.

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Nah, I don't really hate anyone.

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Nope.

102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Any of the ones where her voice doesn't sound like garbage under layers of more garbage.

103. Do you have any tan lines right now? I doubt it, the sun hasn't been strong enough to get a tan in months.

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? I would never wear cowboy boots.

#ask thing #get to know me #about me #long post

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