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western au! dark!outlaw!Joel Miller x f!prostitute!reader playlist

My contribution to dead dove December hehehe. I love dead doves so I'm very happy to participate! @romana-after-dark

Summary: You work at a brothel that operates above a saloon in your town. Joel is the leader of a group of outlaws that come periodically to collect payment and wreak havoc. One visit, you catch Joel’s eye and he decides he has to have you.

word count: ~5.6k

DARK, dead dove: minors dni!! rough smut, prostitution, reader gets called a whore, sexual slavery, being bought/sold, angst, being owned and considered property, descriptions of men being violent with each other, Joel is possessive and very dominant, reader is very submissive, stockholm syndrome. dubcon, reader obeys but she doesn't have a choice. It's only gonna get darker from here mamas. Unprotected sex, STDs don’t exist in this universe, yeehaw. No use of y/n

A/N: Prepare for light old timey language. Yeehaw shit, in my heart I am a wild west man. Also I have no fucking idea what kind of money they used in the wild west so I just wrote gold coins lmao. Reader doesn't necessarily have a specific accent but she talks like an old timey western person, reader is just a girl in the world, god bless her. set in old west California LAWLESS LAND CALI WAS CRAZY BACK THEN BRUH

You tried to even your breathing as you hurriedly did your makeup, slapping your powder onto your face frantically. The other girls scurried around you, the collective energy was tense and you all shared a feeling of anxiety that was rising as the minutes ticked on.

The bar always went into a frenzy whenever Joel Miller and his men rode through town. You hadn’t been working here for that long but you’d already been here long enough for their visits. His men were animals, every girl dreaded it when they came to the brothel.

Joel and his men are shameless, getting drunk in the saloon and picking fights, riding through town and plundering all the folks living there, demanding "payments" in the form of money, food, jewelry, anything they could find that was worth taking. Payments that the people of your town made so that he would let them keep living there. He made it clear that we could wipe out the whole town if he wanted to, leaving you a people without anything. And that's if he left you all alive.

You hadn’t been living in the town that long. After your father died, you set off west with a man who you thought had loved you. Things had fallen out with him when you finally reached California, and he had left you all alone in this scary new world.

Luckily the people of the town had taken you in, but your shelter and safety came at a price. When you arrived, you had nowhere to live, no money, nothing.

The town brothel seemed like the only solution. You had a place to live, a job, a community. You made peace with having to let men defile you. Most of them were nice enough and your pimp took good care of all of you.

This world was cruel, you did what you needed to do to get by.

You adjusted your breasts where they sat in your low cut dress, pushed up by your corset. You fixed your hair and adjusted the garter on your stockings.

“Well at least we look nice.” A voice snapped you out of your deep thoughts.

You turned and tried to muster a smile for your friend, Anna-Leigh, who was pinning up her blonde curls.

She clocked your fear and reached out her hand to take yours. You couldn’t look at her because if you did you’d cry, and you couldn’t afford to smudge the black pigment you’d put on your eyelashes.

“I know you don’t want to, honey.” She said softly, “But we’ve gone through this before.” Her southern accent never failed to soothe you.

You nodded,

“Yeah.” You sniffled.

“They’re gonna do what they always do, we just gotta deal with it and then they leave.” She said firmly.

“And if they really give us trouble, Mr. Polk will put a stop to it right quick.”

You nodded a little more confidently, remembering that your pimp, Mr. Polk kept a gun on his hip every hour of the day.

No longer able to delay the inevitable, you took a deep breath, and followed your friend and the other girls out of the vanity area and down to the saloon.

Walking down the stairs, you analyze the chaotic scene. You’ve managed to understand how to navigate it so as to not cause any trouble. Keep your head down, be a good girl, let them do what they want and then they leave. Your pimp paid you all extra whenever Joel's men came through. Sometimes he’d give you all new dresses, it does make you feel better but it does little to ease the aching between your legs that persists whenever he and his men visit.

You all disperse and walk among the crowd. Usually most girls will immediately go and talk a man up but now you all just stand around awkwardly, letting men approach you and take you upstairs, or just take you right down here.

You’re taken upstairs a few times by a few different men. And later on, you’re sitting in a very drunk man’s lap down in the saloon with your breasts out, smoking a cigarette. He's playing a poker game and slowly losing everything.

Your eyes scan your surroundings: men brawling, naked women bent over, their legs splayed open. The usual.

Through the clamor around you, you can feel his eyes on you.

Joel Miller.

You'd seen him before, and his cold gaze had made your skin crawl.

You knew he was dangerous and you’d heard the stories about him. You’d never talked to him, only seen him when he came by. After making his rounds through the town, he’d just sit at the bar and drink as his men ran wild. To your knowledge, he didn’t even have sex with any of the girls.

You tried to avoid his gaze but you could feel his eyes on you through the thick haze of smoke. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome, weathered from the desert sun. His soft brown hair was laced with gray, just like his short scruffy beard. He looked like could've been a man that was kind, if it wasn't for the dead stare in his eyes. Meeting his eyes you could see how cold blooded he was, how merciless.

After a while, Joel instructed his men to gather everything up. The barkeep and your pimp seemed like they couldn’t wait to get rid of them, their regulars bloodied and slumped over, the bar a mess.

You were pulling the top of your dress back over your breasts when you spotted Joel speaking to your pimp, who was looking distressed. Your stomach churned. That couldn’t be good.

You were on your way up the stairs when you heard your name being called, panic flooded your system.

You turned, frozen. Your heart was pounding as the other girls ran by you.

Anna-Leigh tugged your arm, "C'mon!"

You turned and the only thing you could do was shake your head.

"What's wrong?" She asked, confused.

Your pimp, growing impatient, walked up the stairs and grabbed your elbow, dragging you down.

"I know y'don't want to." He grumbled, "But I'm not bein' given much of'a choice."

Your feet dragged on the wood as you struggled to catch your footing. Did Joel suddenly decide he wanted to fuck you? Mr. Polk yanked you over to him.

Joel's broad form towered over you as you approached. You felt small under his gaze, you'd never been this close to him before. You took in his scent of desert dirt and sweat. His broad shoulders, hulking biceps and soft stomach stretched his stained white button down. The fringe on his cowhide jacket swayed as he took his hat off his head and ran a hand through his graying curls.

You stood looking up at him, eyes wide. He looked down at you without a hint of warmth and grabbed your arm roughly, spinning you around.

You gasped at his touch and anticipated to be bent over and have your skirt hiked up. Instead he just looked at you and turned you back to face him. He made an approving grunt and nodded his head.

"Yeah." His voice was deep and gruff, "This one."

He reached into his bag on the bar and pulled out a sack that he let fall open, gold coins falling out all over the counter.

You started to feel sick.

"Give you this for her." He said casually.

A spike of fear bolted through you.

"W-what?"

Your pimp sighed and turned to you,

"Go get y'things honey."

"What?" That felt like all you could say, "N-no."

You turned to see Anna-Leigh and the other girls staring at you. Your friend looked just as terrified as you felt. Tears freed themselves from your eyes.

"God damnit girl I said go get your fucking things." Mr. Polk yelled and gave you a shake. You looked at Joel who simply nodded his head up, as if telling you to go upstairs.

You sniffled and ran up the stairs, your sobs breaking through as you graced the landing and echoing as you flung yourself into your room.

You hiccuped as you threw your few belongings into a suitcase, everything blurred as you cried.

You were only able to get a few items packed before you broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

You suddenly felt the arms of your friend wrapping around you as other girls gathered around you, all stroking and hugging you.

You blinked back tears and tried to speak but you couldn’t. They just held you as you all cried. There wasn’t really anything they could say to make things better anyway.

You gasped and shuddered, trying to catch your breath. Anna-Leigh took your face in her hands,

“It’s okay, baby, breathe.” She said, tears falling down her face as well. You shook your head and kept crying.

Your pimp appeared in the doorway, looking mournful as he held his hat in his hands.

“How dare you!” Anna-Leigh screamed at him from where she held you.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking down, “It’s either her or they take all a’you. Destroy the bar, hell maybe even the whole town.”

You cried harder, realizing that there was truly no way out of this. If you didn’t go with Joel, you’d be damning your sisters. You let out a final anguished cry before you got up shakily and continued to pack your things. You went down to the bar which was quiet, the men all watching with bated breath.

Mr. Polk escorted you down and you walked over to Joel again, whose smirk made you nauseous. You looked down at the floor as one of his men took your bag from you.

“Alright sweetheart.” Your pimp murmured, “You be good for Mr. Miller now.”

You nodded as tears ran down your face silently.

“Move out.” Joel addressed his men.

It hit you again that you were really leaving and you started sobbing again.

“No please!” You begged your pimp, “Don’t let him take me please!”

Joel reached out and grabbed your arm,

“I ain’t got time for this girl!” He sneered and ripped you away.

“No…” you cried as he dragged you along.

Anna-Leigh ran up and hugged you one last time. Joel let her, but made an irritated noise and squeezed you painfully when she took too long.

She pulled away and grabbed your face in her hands.

“You can do this.” She said, her voice breaking, “You’re gonna be strong.”

You hiccuped and shook your head,

“Be strong ok?” She nodded at you as Joel finally wrenched you away.

“That’s enough!” He barked, “I’ve already been mighty patient with you folks. Stop fuckin’ testing me!”

Everyone stared at him, silent and full of fear.

You could only cry harder as he dragged you outside. He picked you up and set you on his horse, untying its reigns from the post.

“Hey!” You heard a voice call out and turned on the horse to see one of your drunken regulars, stumbling towards you,

“Thas’ my favorite whore!” He slurred, “My favorite fuckin’ whore, y’can’t-“ he hiccuped and stumbled. The people of the town shuffled out of their houses to watch the action.

Joel smiled at the man coldly,

“That’s your favorite whore, huh?” He asked, standing over him. He rolled him over with the toe of his boot.

“M-my whore.” The man warbled.

Joel didn’t really know why but white hot rage shot through him. He inhaled sharply and stomped on the man’s face, hard. He heard you gasp from the back of his horse which only ignited him further.

“She’s my fuckin’ whore now!” He yelled and spat in his face.

Fueled by rage and power, he turned to his right hand with an idea.

“Get me the rope, John.”

The man writhed on the ground, moaning and clutching his face. Joel approached the back of his horse with the rope, making you shuffle back in fear.

“Relax darlin’ this ain’t for you.” He breathed and tied the end of it to the saddle. Then, he turned to the man and bent down, tying the rope around his hands above his head.

You watched in shock and heard people around you, whispering.

“Alright!” Joel said after he was done. He got up onto the horse in front of you.

“Hold on baby.” He said softly and you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his middle.

Adrenaline coursed through him at the thought of the freedom of the mountains, of riding out of this stupid town with a pretty girl on his horse and a worthless drunk at his mercy. He turned to see John, who was giving him a knowing smile, the one he always gave him before they rode.

“Let’s ride.” Joel said, his voice gravelly like the desert sand. Before you could blink, they urged their horses onward and took off at high speed. You couldn’t help but let out a little scream as you startled and grabbed at him.

Your noise of shock was substituted by the agonized screams of the man being pulled by Joel’s horse. Begging and crying just like you had earlier.

You turned and watched the town get smaller, Anna-Leigh stood at the front of the crowd and gave you a pitiful wave. You looked down and saw the bloody body of the man.

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned back around, whimpering as you buried your face in Joel’s broad back.

Your tears stained his jacket as you rode away from the place that you had made your home. Towards a terrifying, shackled future.

As you journeyed on, you sat behind Joel on his horse, your hands clinging to his weathered leather jacket. His silence only made you more uneasy.

You feared for what the future held, gone was the stability of the brothel, the protection of your pimp. You were in a lawless land with a man who answered to no one. You’d heard the stories about Joel Miller, about the things he’d done.

You didn’t know how he’d treat a woman, if he’d be rough or gentle. Or if he’d throw you to his men. That was what you were the most afraid of.

You traveled for hours, eventually setting up camp as the sun began to set. As the air grew colder, Joel passed you a thick blanket to wrap around yourself. You sat in front of the fire with him as his men kept themselves occupied.

You brooded as you stared into the fire. You were still kind of in shock. This man had taken you away from everything, your life was gone. You didn't know if you were ever going to see your friends again.

You didn't realize, when you'd started spreading your legs for men, that this could happen. That you could be bought and sold like cattle.

You were scared for life with this godless outlaw. You didn't even know where you'd be living. Would you just sleep out in the desert like this? Would you spend the rest of your days being pounded by vicious men into the hard, dry earth?

"Want ‘sum meat?" Joel's gruff voice broke you from your thoughts. You turned to him apprehensively. He held out a piece of dried meat, offering it to you.

"Go on."

You slowly took it from him and took a bite like a scared wild animal. It was pretty good.

"Thank you." You said softly.

Joel looked satisfied with your response, you were both quiet for a while longer until you finally couldn't help yourself.

“Is this uh…” You spoke and he looked over to you, the fire casting sharp shadows across his handsome features.

“Is this how you normally live?” You finally asked, hoping you weren’t being disrespectful.

Joel shook his head after a moment.

“We’re travelin’ now.” He said, “but we got a place, nice and comfortable for a lady.”

You smiled a little bit at that last part.

“Thank you sir.” You wished you didn’t sound so scared, “I was just curious.”

“S’alright.” He grumbled out and began focusing on whittling a piece of wood.

The journey was hard but you tried your best to keep up. Joel never raised his voice at you, he didn’t really talk to you all that much in general. He hadn’t even touched you yet either. It seemed he was focused on getting everyone home.

His strength and capability drew you to him, but he still scared you.

After days of traveling, you finally reached where he and his men lived; a small grouping of cabins a mile or so away from a small village. It was just as well, since the sun was beginning to set over the horizon.

You still weren't sure what to think. Joel has been gentlemanly towards you so far. He still scared you though. His smoldering silence made you more uneasy than any unsavory man you'd ever encountered. He kept all his cards concealed, barely spoke, only when he needed to. His calm felt like that which preceded a storm, he commanded respect.

You didn't know what to expect from him.

You entered one of the larger cabins with Joel. It was nice, modest, and smelled of carpentry and tobacco. He set down his lantern on one of the wooden tables and dropped your things down with a slight groan.

His men unloaded everything, then they all nodded at each other and all left, closing the door and leaving you with Joel.

He moved purposefully, picking up wood from a corner and moving to the fireplace.

"Need to get a fire goin'." You heard his deep voice in the near darkness. The shadows thrown on his broad back made him seem even larger than he already was.

You didn't move, unsure of what to do, not wanting to make him mad.

After a fire was crackling he moved towards you silently, the wood creaking under his heavy footsteps. You resisted the urge to shrink away from him.

He was so close to you now, right in front of you.

"You were a real good girl on that trip." He said, his gravelly voice soft, the sound immediately went to your cunt and you were shocked at how aroused you suddenly became.

You weren't sure what to say, you kept your eyes down, your hands behind your back.

He held your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

"You need to keep bein' good." He said, his tone a warning, "You don't cause any fuckin' trouble, you do what I say."

You felt breathless, the feeling of his hand on your face setting you on fire.

"Yes sir." You said quickly.

He smiled softly, "Good girl." He said gently and, to your shock, leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You gasped a little.

"Remember," His voice was still soft and velvety, "I own you now." He gripped the back of your neck tightly, "That means you're mine and I decide what to do with you."

You swallowed the dry lump in your throat. You wanted to cry. You never liked being a prostitute, but at least at the brothel you were free, not a man's property. At least, you thought you'd been.

But Joel had paid for you fair and square. You were his now.

You whimpered a little at the thought and he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back,

"Answer me when I talk to you girl." He spat.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry!" you choked out.

Seeming satisfied, he let go and patted your cheek, then moved away. It felt like you could finally breathe.

"I'm gonna get us some supper ," He said, "You stay here, make yourself at home."

With that he was gone. You stood in the single room cabin, your heart rate finally slowing down.

You looked around, the place was big enough, it felt cozy. There were some old chairs by the fire with a small handcrafted table in front of them.

The other side of the room had a big soft looking bed, then there was an area to the right with pots, pans and other things for cooking. Besides a small room off to the side with a basin of water and a cracked mirror, that was it.

It wasn't much, but it was nice. It felt normal. There were blankets everywhere. Cotton, knitted, animal hide, what have you.

It all made you feel a little better, but not by that much.

Joel came back in and gathered fixings for dinner. He had you both sit in front of the fire outside along with his other men. You all sat on logs gathered round. His men were boisterous and shameless as usual, but they only did so much as leer at you.

The food was pretty good, and you appreciated the hot meal.

When you shivered a little bit, Joel slipped off his fringe jacket and put it around your shoulders. You looked up at him and couldn't help but smile a little. How sweet, how...considerate.

He looked down at you, and smiled back. The wrinkles around his brown eyes became more pronounced, making his normally dead piercing gaze softer, kinder. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

After dinner was done, you both returned to his cabin. He cleaned up as you got comfortable, changing into a long, off the shoulder white cotton dress that held your breasts nicely.

You settled into his bed. It smelled like wood, tobacco, whiskey, him. The blankets and pillows were soft and you tucked your legs up, opening your diary. Beginning a new entry, you didn't even know where to start. Your entries were definitely going to get more interesting.

You wrote for a while before you heard a man enter the cabin. Looking up, you saw Joel and began to stand up but he put up a hand, stopping you.

You watched him walk over to the fire, his knees creaking a little as he bent down and threw a fresh log in.

He sighed and slumped back in one of the chairs, kicking off his boots, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shirt.

You observed him for a while, his beautiful hooked nose illuminated by the firelight, his hair looked soft, his tough expression relaxed a bit.

You finally lost interest and returned to your diary, desperately trying to explain to it how you came to be in this situation.

Joel took swigs from his flask and worked on his whittling as you wrote. He liked the peacefulness, he liked that there was a pretty girl in his bed. You had come with him so easily, been so obedient. Sure, you'd been upset initially, but he hadn’t expected you not to be.

You'd been good, so far. You followed his orders and you were thankful for all the things that he gave you.

Compliant little thing.

He suddenly got an idea.

You had already covered two pages in writing when he called your name.

You sat up quickly and set your diary on his bed, slid off and walked across the wooden floor until you were in front of him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, your heart pounding slightly.

“Take off your dress.” He said quietly.

The command caught you off guard and you froze for a moment.

“I-what?”

“Take off. Your dress.” He repeated flatly, “Wanna take a look at what’s mine.”

His words both made your stomach hurt and your pussy ache. It felt like your feet and hands were going numb.

You took him in, his hard stare, the yearning and darkness in his eyes. You realized you had been fooled earlier tonight by his chivalry.

You swallowed and nodded, you were used to this business. You took a deep breath and untied the top of your dress, letting the bodice fall loosely around your chest. You gathered the fabric and pulled it over your head. You weren't wearing any undergarments so as your white dress billowed to the ground, you were left completely naked for him.

You heard him make a noise of approval and he nodded, smiling.

"Knew you were a good girl."

He eyed you up and down. His gaze made goosebumps erupt on your skin, causing your nipples to harden as he examined you. He stayed in his chair, his legs spread. You could see his bulge straining against his jeans.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your cunt...maybe Joel Miller would be gentle with you?

He finally stood up. Looming over you, he ran his large, rough hands over your arms, then your stomach and finally, up to cup and squeeze your breasts.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, Joel chuckled softly,

"I know baby," He rasped, "You've been waitin’ so long, been so patient."

You nodded quickly, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. Your complete submissiveness to him was due to his power, but you couldn't help but feel a little excited for this strong, terrifying man to take you.

"Go get on the bed for me."

"Yes sir." You said softly and he let out an almost inaudible groan. You walked over to the bed and laid on your back, immediately spreading your legs.

Joel laughed a little and shook his head as though in disbelief,

"Damn, I picked the right fuckin’ girl didn't I?"

He sat on the bed beside you as you lay, your pussy still on display for him, your arms on either side of your head.

Completely his, ready to be taken by him. It kind of shocked you that you had surrendered and accepted this role so quickly. But then again, you didn't have much of a choice, this was the easy way.

"Damn." He sighed as he let his eyes fall over you. He took his time touching you, slowly playing with you. You let your eyes flutter shut as you let him explore you, taking in his newest possession.

He touched you everywhere, except where you needed him most. You squirmed and whimpered, moving your hips to get his fingers anywhere near your wet cunt.

Joel quickly landed a harsh spank on your pussy and you cried out.

"Cut that shit out." He growled, "You're gonn' take what I give you and be a grateful little whore."

You nodded quickly.

"Say it."

"I'm-I'm gonna be a grateful little whore."

"Thas' right."

His thick fingers dragged through your dripping cunt and you let out a moan. He drew closer to you, inhaling the dizzying scent of your arousal and spreading your slickness up to your clit.

"Joel..." You whined and rolled your hips against his fingers.

"Good girl," He said huskily, "Jus like that."

He moved his fingers faster and you moaned and arched your back. No man had ever taken his time with you in this way.

You felt the pleasure wash over you and you let your moans echo around the cabin freely. You'd learned it wasn't a bad thing to be loud, your old pimp had always told you it was good advertising.

After taking in your reaction to that, Joel shifted his focus and curiously buried two thick fingers into your cunt. You moaned and gasped at the way he stretched you, it felt fucking amazing.

"Joel!" You cried out and rocked your hips in time with his hand. Following his movements and somehow doing exactly what he wanted.

He liked how responsive you were, how obedient.

He pulled his fingers out of you without warning and you whined at the sudden emptiness.

Joel got on his knees on the bed, towering over you. He pulled his shirt off and undid his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock.

You audibly gasped when you took in the sight of it and he laughed a little.

"What? Not expectin’ me to be this big?"

"I-no-sir I didn't-I mean-" You stuttered.

"S'alright sweetheart." He murmured, "You wanna touch me?"

You stared at his thick manhood. You had no idea how fucking big it was, you reached your hand out and wrapped it around him, your fingers just meeting each other around his girth.

Oh fuck.

You whined and pumped his length, spitting on it and letting it spread over him.

His cock was beautiful, powerful and imposing, resting rock hard and heavy between his strong thighs. His balls hung heavy, his dark hair running wild up to his round stomach.

You sighed, contentedly.

Joel smirked, his large hand resting on the side of your head, cradling you as your hand worked him.

You looked up at him submissively, your eyelashes fluttering. Joel moaned at the way you pleaded for him without even saying anything. You were like a siren. He'd known you were the one the minute he saw you down in that saloon.

He suddenly pushed you back, roughly. Making you yelp out in surprise as your head hit the soft pillows. He looked at you hungrily and grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you landed on your stomach, bouncing up off the bed a little.

He yanked your hips up so you were on your knees, grunting and breathing heavily. You moaned and arched your back, spreading yourself for him.

You felt the head of his cock swipe through your folds and your heart raced with anticipation. He took a sharp inhale before slamming into your cunt with a snarl.

"FUCK!" You cried out, not expecting the sudden burn or stretch. Even with how wet you were, his massive cock split you open.

You gasped and whined as Joel kept himself buried in your pussy, groaning as he rocked his hips, getting harder and more forceful.

You let yourself become undone by him and he started sliding out and slamming into you more, getting faster and more enthusiastic.

He grunted and breathed heavily through gritted teeth as he pounded into you. He threw his head back, using his grip on your hips to move you and fuck your pussy. The way you moaned and screamed for him only spurred him further, abusing your cunt.

He was in control. He bought you, he owned you, you were his whore. Forever.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned, gasping as those thoughts brought him even closer, along with the squeeze of your cunt.

You couldn't even speak, your face was pressed into the pillow as you cried and drooled. You'd lost track of how many times you'd come, just letting yourself be used by him at this point. You couldn't deny that it felt amazing.

Joel leaned over and put a paw-like hand over the back of your head, crushing your face into the bed as he leaned over. Putting his weight on you, he used that to fuck you even harder.

Your cries were muffled and you almost couldn't breathe. Joel's thrusts became sloppier and you heard his breathing turn into desperate moaning. He finally came, thick ropes of cum shooting directly into you making you gasp and moan. The men at the brothel were never allowed to cum in you. If a girl got pregnant, she either got it taken care of or she was out.

But you were Joel's now. And Joel was the one who decided what happened to you.

He fucked his cum into you more, causing it to spurt out. Then he pulled back, you took a deep breath and relaxed onto the bed, his cock still keeping you plugged up.

"That's right baby." He murmured, "Good girl."

You let out a beautiful whine, your cunt tightening around his cock as he stroked your hair away from your face.

He sighed as he knelt over your limp form, his cock still keeping his seed in you.

You didn't move, When he finally eased out of you gently, you winced and cried out at the loss.

"I know, I know." He said softly, petting your hair.

He grabbed a cloth and wiped at your cunt, getting most of the mess cleaned up. When he decided that was good, he eased your hips down and turned you over.

You wriggled into a comfortable position, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling up at him shyly.

He smiled at you again, the same one he'd given you at dinner. His normally cold eyes looked warm and safe.

You slipped your hands up around his neck, your eyes falling down to his lips under his scruffy beard.

He ran the rough pad of his thumb over your cheekbone,

"Such a good little whore." He said softly, then he leaned down and kissed you.

His lips weren't pressed against yours for that long but it still sparked electricity through you.

He pulled away and breathed out a laugh, "Alright, let's try an' get some sleep now."

"Yes sir." You said softly.

He put out the fire and the lantern and stripped off his pants before getting under the covers with you. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him, his softening cock pressing against your ass.

He buried his nose in your hair, each hand covering your tits, keeping them warm.

You nuzzled into his hold, you couldn't remember the last time you'd been held like this. You turned around and buried your face in his hairy chest.

You had…liked that. You really liked it. You knew how wrong this all was. You knew that to him you were just a whore, his property, but…maybe you could make peace with that? Maybe Joel Miller would be a good owner.

You hated that you were even thinking that.

His large hand rested on your back, holding you close to him as your exhausted mind finally succumbed to sleep.

THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU

This is my first Joel fic AND my first dead dove fic which I didn’t think I’d be able to write but I had sm fun writing this!! Thank you to @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark and all the girlies with their scary Joels who inspired me🖤

YEEHAW LETS RIDE🐎🐎🐎

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raggedyfink · 1 year

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B.W.B (Basic White Bitches)

Basic white bitches

With their glasses

And mousy femcel fashion sense

Smug mode of speaking

And worst of all

Their fake intellectualism

That they spout on social media

Like a fake Socrates

Indulging in their nihilism

And judgement towards other women

That enables

Fascism

White supremacy

Misogyny

All in the name of

“Social commentary”

And

“The state of the world”

Bruh

Bitches like YOU

Enable the white patriarchy

That you pretend to care about

By being a stupid redditor

By posting those bullshit

Lana Del Rey quotes

Sad girl bullshit

“Femcel bpd girl interrupted syndrome

Dark academia moodboard Plath

Nabokov waif female hysteria”

Whatever the fuck you call that nonsense

I don’t care that you’ve opted out of

Dating men and sex

I don’t even think a butch lesbian

Would want to fuck you

Because no one wants

To fuck a buzzkill

Who lives as a permanent victim

Of the patriarchy

Whenever male oppression happens

Do you want to know what one of my

Indigenous Mexican ancestors did when men gave her shit?

She chased them with knives

And became aggressive and shit

Do you know why Mexican women are

Stereotyped as crazy?

That’s why

Stop being passive in your own

Oppression

And actually channel

Your “feminine rage”

And fight the real systems of oppression

Instead of crying about it on social media

#mine #my poetry #this is directed at a particular type of white woman that I just cannot stand #poetry #anarchopunk #anarchism #anarchist art #punk poetry #punkrock #anarcha feminism #slam poetry #slam poets on tumblr #slam poem #woman poet #poetry by women

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superconductivebean · 7 months

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#737: #HLMCOctober - MASTERPOST

What a perfect opportunity to surmise something anything about Julia! And add more to her ever-developing character. Thank you @girl-named-matty for sharing the template!

I'd go day by day but I am already nose deep into writober / fictober as well as into some other things (Inquiries ; life bruh), I won't have so alot of time. xD Posts are put on queue, they won't have numbers. ^ ^

Introduction

Julia on a crisp autumn day

Julia's opinion on pumpkin spice

Prank or be pranked

Julia's autumn wear

RANDOM FACT #1

Moodboard!

Julia's favourite treats

Unphased or scared

Scenario: alone at the graveyard

Julia's favourite autumn scents

Halloween Traditions

RANDOM FACT #2

Would Julia prefer a DIYed or a bought costume

Scenario: pumpkin carving

Cute or spook: decoration preferences

TOP-5 Julia songs

Julia's opinion on the most disgusting candy

Apple picking or hayriding: leisure at a festival

RANDOM FACT #3

Cosy flavours of the season: Julia's go-to dishes

Julia at the harvest festival

Perfect autumn date (ot3? :3c)

Julia's horror films archetype

Julia's opinion on silly fears

Tricks to pull off on Halloween

RANDOM FACT #4

Julia's greatest fears

Julia's opinion on ghosts

Julia's opinion on renting a haunted house for the night

Julia's Halloween costume.

Suppose that's about it. ^ ^

#днявочка #днявочка: hlegacy #HLMCOctober #eng tag

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bloodysuhh · 2 years

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feeling chic, heroin chic

#just for fun #nct 127 #nct dream #jaehyun #send help #messy french girl #jisung moodboard #idk bruh #Spotify

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hiraya-sa-dilim · 3 years

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moodboard for @violight-bug and her oc 💜💚

#aesthetic #post #mine #friends'#bruh u owe me nothing literally just did this for fun #magical girl #this was tons a Fun uwu #moodboard

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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heeeeey,

as we say in french c’est fait de bon cœur ! we get such cute content from you, it’s only normal to give in return too ❤️

“I want the one with the kind blue eyes and accent your honor” why would you say something so right, it’s the fucking nose for me too 😭

listeeen, I catalog botany books all day, music provides the escapism I need to keep me sane (be a librarian they said, it’ll be fun they said) so I was nose deep in a book about the flora of ireland when daughter started playing and I had an epiphany, connecting the dots like “no but that’s a dad!druig song right here, good shit, girl make a playlist, dew it !” and my brain couldn’t think of anything else for days 😂

believe it or not, I was working on a mood board too (and a rory playlist) before I gave up. I’ll finish them one of these days ✨

i love his nose so much....

bruh that sounds like an absolute dream! I love all of that for you! i was tearing up in the drive thru when I was listening to daughter! literally that playlist is so perfect for Orla and how I picture her vibe.

when amhran na farraige came on this was my exact comment "Is that fucking IRISH? That's fucking irish. goddamn! the accuracy! shit." The woman was too stunned to speak

bestie I say this with the most respect in the world I WANT THAT MOODBOARD AND RORY PLAYLIST RIGHT THIS FUCKING MINUTE!!!!!! serotonin? I need it.

if my undying love for you doesn't give you any motivation lol

#kristi answers asks

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finnwrld · 4 years

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wow would you look at that, i’m back. could i also request a personal one? my name is jen and colour wise blue (either baby blue or navy) with a star/space themed maybe? or maybe flowers and, soft girl vibes? bruh idk i’m half asleep as i type this i’m just excited

star moodboards also hit so hard like ugh

500 celebration!

#ninas moodboards

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demisauro · 4 years

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I will not change my mind on this things:

Percy is a skater boy

Annabeth plays Minecraft - she built like, a giant castle in one afternoon

Piper's favourite Winx is Flora

Leo uses Tiktok and he's actually famous on it

Percy likes to throw glass of water at people screaming "WATERBENDING"

Jason likes bees

Frank showed Hazel "The princess and the frog" movie. she likes it. a LOT

Reyna listens to Lady Gaga

Thalia is bisexual and asexual. she listens to Girl in red, but just a little, because "IM nOt gAy"

Piper is a moodboards queen

Nico knows every Dracula's line from "Hotel Transilvania"

Will knows every Johnny's line from "Hotel Transilvania"

Leo likes to call himself a "Hot Wheels" every time he rides a bike

Stoll twins playing Beyblade in the Hermes' cabin

Frank turns into Pokemons

Reyna's favourite Disney princess is Mulan

Leo calls Jason "Pikachu"

Piper wears a lot of Shokky Bandz

Percy knows all the lyrics of "Look what you made me do"

Leo sings "Despacito" just to annoying everyone

Thalia and Percy do karaoke together

Hazel has a cottagecore style

Leo wants to work at Femboy Hooters

Nico makes cosplays of Keith Kogane

Will watches anime

Annabeth likes the show "The Order"

Nico is a Netflix addicted

Piper has a lot of unicorn lights

Leo thinks Jason is secretly a cake

Will is Snapchat's King

Jason loves rubber chicken covers

Leo has an Instagram page for memes

Piper writes fanfictions

Reyna casually does finger guns with the most straight face

Thalia is a bruh girl. she's the queen of bruh girls

Will tried to teach Nico the renegade

Will leaves post-it EVERYWHERE. Nico keeps all of them

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel lavesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #thalia grace #camp halfblood #rick riordan #nico di angelo #will solace

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musicofglassandwords · 4 years

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OC Intro for Jay! (bruh this moodboard is so sloppy, I can’t)

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“Dragon.”

“Yes, that’s what they’re universally called,” Xander said, gesturing for the others to come over. A group of kids slid off of the dragon’s back and started crossing the river.

“Dragon.”

Jay could’t register anything beyond the maddive coal-black dragon nestled against the mountain. The beasts of legends and nightmare were nearly extinct and native to the Western region. The Varins guarded them carefully and multiple wars had been fought over control of the dragon breeding.

To see one in person was in short…

...absolutely terrifying.

“His name is Ennis!”

Jay managed to tear his eyes away from the dragon and looked down to find a boy who couldn’t have been more than six yearsd old glaring furiously at him.

“Excuse me?” he said politely, hoping that his manners would be able to win him over. He hadn’t suffered through sixteen years of etiquette classes for nothing. “Is that the dragon’s name?”

“YES! HIS NAME IS NOT DRAGON!”

“I’m sorry?” Jay looked around for help, when the girl he had seen with Xander the day before swept the little boy up, and he cuddled into her shoulder.

“Iken, please don’t yell at people unless they’re evil,” she said, smiling, then turning to Jay, her expression shifting to one of wariness. There were bruises peppering her tan skin, light scars twinging around her arms and legs.

“I’m Lyssa,” she said, nodding to him, “And this is Iken.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled half-heartedly. Judging from the suspicion in Lyssa’s eyes, she was one of the Lumens Xander had talked about. He felt a little guilty and looked away, making eye contact with the boy a few steps away from them.

Fear crawled over Kay’s spine as the boy narrowed his eyes at him.

There was murder in his eyes.

And in that moment, Jay had an exceptional moment of epiphany.

H could die here surrounded by the three Lumens. Jay backed up up into a tree and leaned against it for support. Perhaps they would have the honor at least to deliver him back to his family, but he dismissed that, remembering how Xander had picked his pocket the day before.

As Jay rather dramatically pictured his demise among the trees, he realized that someone was calling his name.

“Yes?” he said faintly, looking at Xander, who was waiting patiently.

“As I was saying, this is Vera,” he ruffled the hair of a girl about nine, “And this is Roze.”

A tiny girl with bright pink hair waved happily at him, then dashed away to hide behind Xander.

“This is my sister Lyssa, that’s Iken, and this is Kai,” he grinned wickedly at Jay. “Welcome.”

Xander made eye contact with Lyssa and said something in a language Jay didn't know. He hoped it wasn’t code for “knock him out when you can.”

But her whole demeanor changed after Xander spoke to her, and she cast Jay a more accepting smile, putting Iken on the ground, and he grabbed Jay by the hand.

“Come meet Ennis!”

“I don’t think that’s wise?” Jay suggested, attempting to pull his hand away, but the kid was strong.

Oh well.

He'd always boasted that he would do anything for his kingdom.

Facing a dragon would be the first.

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Tagging: @joyful-soul-collector @thescholarsninja @stuffaboutwriting @panic-at-my-sexuality @nomadian-novelist @waterfallofinkandpages @tragedyshow

Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!!!!

#city of shards #writing #writeblr #violetvineyard #my writing #fantasy #jay #snippet #character moodboard

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jacksonroseroth · 4 years

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Waste Love Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, weed usage

Words: 4,764

Moodboard by my loverly @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

Previous Chapter

As Jersey and Georgia made their way through the VIP section and out, they mapped out the best route to hit all the booths they wanted, Baze close behind them along with one of their bodyguards. They shopped around for a bit, trying a few things on while Baze and their security hung around the front. It took them nearly an hour to make it around to the last few booths before heading back, stopping a few places to grab some snacks while they shopped.

“Ooh, G, look at this one…” Jersey said, going through a few tops, taking out a couple to show Georgia as she approached.

“That’s cute. Do they have one in my size?” She giggled, looking through it with her. Suddenly, Jersey felt rough hands grab her waist. She knew it wasn’t Baze or the bodyguard, they’d never be that rough with her. Fighting off the stranger, pushing him back, Jersey turned, annoyance clear on her face.

“Yo, can I fucking help you?” Jersey shot. The man wore a cocky smirk and looked high as a kite.

“Hey, little lady. Wanna come back to my tent with me? I can show you a good time.” He slurred. Jersey scoffed in disgust and pried the man’s hands off her.

“Jesus Christ. Get off me. No.” She said, nudging Georgia to move along and get out of the tent.

“Oh, come on now. I don’t bite...Unless you ask me.” He snickered, looking her over. The man continued to paw at her until a huge mass stepped in front of her and she felt herself being pulled away. She turned and clung to Baze’s shirt as he led her and Georgia away from the booth while their security handled the man.

“Are you okay, Jersey?” Georgia asked, hugging her once Baze let them both go. Jersey sighed, a little shaken, and said, “Yeah. I’m fine. Fuck, what was that guy on?”

“Acid or shrooms, I wouldn’t doubt,” Baze said. He looked down at her as Georgia turned to look for their security, and said, “You okay?”

Jersey gave him a sweet smile and nodded. “Yeah. Baze, I’m fine.” She giggled. “I’m a little shook up, I’ve never been fucking manhandled like that before...But I’m fine.”

“Sure? I don’t want to get it from Rook later that you’re still freaked out. He’s gonna kill me.” Baze said. Jersey smirked and reached up to tug his beard gently and she said, “That’s why we’re not going to tell him.”

“I like that plan. I’m definitely down for that plan.” He laughed. Georgia returned to Jersey’s side as the bodyguard came back and they all headed straight back for their tent. Georgia brushed off the incident, knowing they were both safe, and skipped into the tent, Jersey just after her, closely followed by Baze.

“Hey. Where the fuck have y’all been?” AJ called with a laugh. Jersey stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Calm down. We’re fine.”

Jersey wrinkled her nose at him and giggled, joining Georgia at the drink table. They both made drinks and went to sit on the couches. As the music continued and the group settled and were ready to really let loose, the joints were busted out and more alcohol was brought. Jersey split one of her own joints between herself and Georgia before they accepted the joints that were being passed around. After a few puffs, Jersey realized she was starting to really feel the high taking over her and passed on anymore. She nursed her one drink for a while as everyone moved and shifted as they began to hear their favorite songs, so into the high and sweet intoxication that they needed to let it out.

Georgia ended up nestled in a corner of the couch, content to sip her drinks and watch the madness, Rook disappeared with one of the girls for a while before coming back alone to slump down on one of the couches to smoke and drink with Baze. On the couch across from Georgia, Jersey was leaning against Colson, finishing her last drink. Georgia caught sight of her friend spacing out and staring at the pillow next to her, so she called out, “Jersey, you alright?”

Jersey blinked and focused on her friend, giving a smile and a soft giggle. She looked down at her cup, frowning slightly when she saw it was still pretty full, and leaned forward to set it down as she looked to Georgia and said, “Yeah, I’m fine. I need to sober up a little more. One of the tech people is coming to show me around one of the stages we’ll be at. I need to be a little bit more alert to remember it all.” she let out a soft giggle as she sat back again, resting her head on Colson’s shoulder. The sudden movement made Colson twitch, but Jersey didn’t notice it. He shifted and put an arm around her, not having the heart to let his internal disagreement change how he treated her.

“You good, Savie?” He murmured softly, rubbing her arm, lightly and briefly. She smiled and glanced up at him, lazily, and said, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

She shifted, trying to get a little more comfortable, and tossed her legs over his, resting her head on his chest again. Colson smiled down at her and relaxed into the couch, lifting his hand to take another toke off his blunt. He caught Slim watching him and Slim gave him a look, glancing down at Jersey. Colson scrunched up his face and shook his head, quickly looking away. AJ came up next to him.

“You see this shit too?” He said. Slim glanced at him with a deep sigh and nodded, looking back over at them.

“Hell yeah, man. What the fuck though?” Slim said. “I’m so fucking confused, man. Do they like each other? Why else would they be cuddling and shit?”

“Right? Shit. I bet Rook would flip the fuck out if they actually get together.” AJ said, leaning against the table and he watched them. Slim looked at him and said, “Colson said the same thing. Why would he be worried about it if he didn’t like her?”

Slim gave AJ a look, prompting AJ to point a finger at him and look at him. “True. But...Neither of them wants to admit it...And now she’s acting shy and shit around Baze? I don’t see Colson touching her like Baze does. You see that shit before they left?”

“Bro, you saw that too?!” Slim exclaimed, softly. “Shit, did you see Colson’s face, though? I swear to God, I saw him twitch.”

AJ shook his head and said, “This shit is gonna blow the fuck up on all of us. They need to get their hormones in check. Fuck and get it over with or something, but bruh.” Slim nodded and sighed, shaking his head, slightly, as he sipped his drink. Neither man had any thoughts to approach any of them with their suspicions, but they definitely decided to keep an eye on things to make sure this didn’t end badly.

It was only about 15 minutes later that Jersey left with the tech guy, accompanied by the same bodyguard for earlier, and when she returned, her and Georgia decided to head out, back to the hotel, to chill out and really catch up. They talked for another 2 hours down by the pool, before ending up in the hot tub for another half hour. Georgia finally checked the time and gasped.

“Oh, my God. It’s nearly midnight! Shit, I need to get home. My poor man, all alone with the baby all day.” She said with a soft giggle. Jersey smiled and they both got out.

“Did you want me to call a cab for you?” Jersey asked as Georgia toweled herself off and slipped her pants and shirt back on. She shook her head and said, “No, I can get an Uber. I’ll be okay, love.”

“Well, let me walk you down,” Jersey said, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her. Both women slipped their shoes on and headed down to the lobby as Georgia ordered an Uber. With an extra long and tight hug, the women said goodbye and Jersey waited until Georgia’s car turned the corner to go back inside. As she rode the elevator up, she sent a text to the group chat.

All right. Who’s not dead? Sound off. She sent the text with a smirk as she stepped off the elevator, heading to the room. Her phone dinged as she walked in.

Still hangin’ in! Baze was the first to respond, followed by Slim and AJ, both telling her that Rook was fine, just drunk, and Colson simply responded with a facepalm emoji. She giggled and sent a separate text to Slim, knowing more likely than not, he was the designated partyer; He could still drink and smoke, just not as much as the others to make sure they didn’t get into stupid and, most often, dangerous shenanigans.

Slim, I’m at the pool doing some laps. Idk when y’all will be back. In case Rook asks. Jersey sent the text off, not expecting a reply so much as it was just a cautionary text to him, and sent another to Baze. If I’m not there when you guys get back, I’m in the pool.

She felt her cheeks heat as she added a wink emoji and sent the text. She exchanged towels and grabbed her goggles before heading back to the pool. When she walked through the gates, her phone lit up with a text from Slim.

Not sure what time, but we’re definitely leaving within the hour. If you hear screaming...Well, you know your cousin. Jersey snickered and shook her head, sending off a few emojis in response. Setting down her phone and towel, Jersey started putting on her goggles. As she strapped them around her head, her phone lit up again. Placing the goggles on her forehead, she unlocked her phone to read Baze’s text.

Jersey bit her lip and smiled when she saw the line of emojis he used, then set her phone down, fitted the goggles over her eyes and stepped to the edge of the deep end, and dove in.

While she swam, Slim wrangled up his boys and they made their way back to the hotel. Bursting through the door, came Rook, followed by Colson, both of them laughing as they stumbled over to the couch.

“Watch it, bruh! Fuckin’, get off me, Rookie.” Colson slurred, slightly, pushing Rook off him as Rook tried to sit on him. Rook snickered and rolled off his best friend and adjusted himself, his eyes half-open. After a while of everyone settling down, Slim sitting on the couch across from Rook to keep an eye on him, AJ in his room to quickly change, and Colson in the kitchen area, raiding the liquor and fridge, Rook called out, “Ay! Where the fuck is my cousin?”

He opened his eyes a little more and sat up, calling, “Jersey! Ey! Savage! Where the fuck are you?!”

Slim shook his head and chuckled. “Bruh. Chill the fuck out, Rook. She’s at the pool.” Slim said, with a chuckle, looking at AJ as he walked out of the room.

“The fuck? Why? The party is in here now!” Rook laughed. Slim shrugged and said, “I dunno, man. I’m not her.”

“Well, fuck! Someone go get her! Shit, is she alone?! Oh, shit. Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to leave her alone!” Rook cried, covering his face with a groan. Slim laughed as AJ said, “Nigga, chill. One of us will go get her.”

While Slim and AJ had been focusing on wrangling Rook, Baze slipped into his room and quickly changed from his jeans to his swim trunks. As he walked back out, hearing AJ say someone needed to get Jersey, Baze piped up, “Rookie, relax. I’ll go get her.”

Slim looked over to him, glancing over his shoulder at AJ for a moment, he then smiled, looked at Rook and said, “See? We’ve got her, bro. Don’t worry.”

Colson watched the exchange from the safety of the kitchen area. When Baze spoke up, he watched for a while longer, then turned to bury himself in the fridge.

“Shit, Baze, thanks, man. Hey!...You better fuckin’ take care of her, Baze…” Rook slurred, leaning slowly to fall against the pillows with a drunken giggle. Baze chuckled and headed for the door. As he passed the fridge, Colson closed the door and said, “Hey. Where you going?”

“Rook’s flipping out about Jersey,” Baze said with a chuckle. Colson forced a smirk as Baze finished, “I’m gonna go scoop her up.”

Colson gave a small nod and said, “Where is she?”

“Pool,” Baze said, finishing his drink and setting it down. “I’ll be back, brother.”

Colson met Baze’s fist bump as he walked away and out the door. Grabbing a bottle of water, Colson headed back to his room, closed the door, and went to sit on the balcony to smoke. Rook was mostly unconscious at this point, so AJ didn’t bother to whisper when he said, “Is he okay? This shit is really bothering him.”

Slim shrugged and said “Who knows, man? He won’t admit to anything so it’s hard to fucking help the kid.” AJ shook his head and sighed, saying, “You talked to him about it before...I’ll handle Drunk Ass.”

Both men chuckled as Slim went to the balcony to try and talk to Colson and AJ hauled the drunk drummer over his shoulder to put him in bed. Slim glanced at them before he opened the balcony door, slipped through and closed it behind him.

“Hey, man. What’s going on?” Slim asked, putting a hand on Colson’s shoulder as he rounded him to sit in the chair on the other side of the table. Colson blew out a line of smoke then passed the blunt to Slim, who took it, still waiting for an answer.

“Nothin’, man. I’m just tired.” Colson lied, looking away from his friend. Slim huffed out his toke and said, “Stop bullshitting me, bruh. Whatever seems to be going on between Baze and Jersey is fucking bothering you. Don’t tell me it’s not, Colson. I’ve known you for years, bro.”

Colson shook his head and said, “I mean, what-what am I supposed to do here, Slim? I-I...I’m not gonna go after her if he’s into her! Baze is my boy!”

“So fucking talk to him then, man!” Slim said, sitting forward to set the blunt down. “If you don’t say anything to him, how are you supposed to know what’s going on?”

“She seems into him too! What? I’m supposed to tell her that I love her when she’s into one of my best friends?!” Colson said, angrily. Slim blinked at him.

“Tell her what?” Slim asked, shocked. Colson looked at him, confused for a moment, and when the realization hit him, he looked away again, after grabbing the blunt and relighting it, saying, “Nothing...Fuckin’...Nothing, bro.”

Slim sighed and shook his head, rubbing his hands over his face. He stood and said, “Listen, man, if you don’t say anything to either of them, you’re gonna regret it.”

Colson shook his head and continued to smoke while Slim left him and went back inside. AJ had gotten Rook in bed and now sat on the edge of his side, texting. He looked up when Slim walked back in.

“What did he say?” AJ asked softly, not wanting to wake Rook or alert Colson that they were talking about him. Slim nodded to the door and AJ followed him out. “So?”

Slim sighed and shook his head. “This isn’t gonna end well.” He said, looking at AJ. AJ sighed and said, “Let’s go get them.”

Jersey swam for near 45 minutes straight while the boys headed back to the hotel. Just as she went for her last dive and lap, Baze stepped off the elevator. As Jersey came up for breath as she swam, she saw Baze walking alongside the pool. She couldn’t help but smirk as she kept swimming. When she stopped, she held the edge of the pool, eyes closed, to catch her breath. Once she did, she pulled off her goggles as she swam to the ladder and pulled herself out of the pool.

Baze looked over as she got out, giving a deep sigh. He smirked and looked her over; His eyes raking over her, watching the water drip down her body in the dim light of the pool, looking over her legs with a smirk. He turned away just as Jersey looked at him, and pulled his shirt off. She stopped to ring out her hair, taking her time as she, too, looked Baze over and smirked.

“Did you guys just get in?” Jersey asked as she walked over to him, towel in hand. Baze turned to her and smiled.

“A few minutes ago.” He said. Jersey chuckled and said, “How’s the crew?”

“A-ha, uh...AJ and Slim are more or less sober, Colson seemed coherent when I left, and...Rook is smashed.” Baze said, stepping into the water as he spoke. Jersey chuckled and said, “That’s my Rookie.”

She set her goggles next to her bag and turned to step into the water. Baze held out his hand to her, which she took with a shy smile, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Thanks.” She said, gliding down into the bubbles to take a seat across from him. They sat in a cloud of tension, which didn’t seem to bother them as much as they were trying to figure out how to broach the topic.

After a while of baking herself, Jersey pulled herself out of the water to sit on the edge. When she heard Baze chuckle, she looked up at him and he said, “Too hot?” Jersey giggled and nodded.

“I get real hot real easy sometimes.” She said with a shrug. Baze chuckled and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. Jersey bit her lip, looking him over, and smirked, before hopping back in, to stand in the center, in front of him, stretching out her legs. “So, how was the rest of the night? I know I left pretty early.”

Baze looked at her and chuckled, watching her for a moment. “It was good. Rook definitely got some sort of action from those chicks. Rook and one of the girls looked a little too happy.” He said, with a snicker. Jersey rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Nah, it was chill. Wish you would have stayed though…”

Baze looked her over with a smirk. Jersey smirked as well, kicking at his leg, lightly, and saying, “Why? To be your eye candy all night?”

She shot him a teasing smirk but Baze kicked back at her, retorting back with, “No, you fuckin’ missed Dom again!”

Baze didn’t realize Jersey had been balancing on one leg, so when he swiped his leg at her and thought he missed, she had begun to set her foot down, narrowly missing his leg. Her laugh turned into a squeal as she hopped, trying to regain her balance again, and leaned too far forward to stay standing, ending up in Baze’s lap.

Both of them laughed at the misstep, Baze steadying her with his hands on her hips and Jersey braced her hands on his shoulder. As the laughter faded, both of them became rather comfortable with their position. Jersey’s fingers found themselves with the tips of Baze’s hair wrapped around them, twirling his hair. She bit her lip and felt her cheeks heat as she felt his hands slide to her thighs, giving a gentle squeeze. Jersey shifted, lifting herself a little as she brought her lips to his, with a soft sigh.

Slim and AJ stayed silent as they rode the elevator to the pool. They each had their own thoughts running through their minds, each one of them ending with more questions than answers. When they stepped off the elevator, Slim immediately grabbed AJ’s arm, stopping in his tracks. When AJ turned to ask him what was wrong, he saw Slim staring straight ahead, eyes wide in shock. AJ followed his gaze and soon enough, his mouth fell open, also in shock.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…”

Baze’s deep, low rumble of a chuckle vibrated through her as he kissed her back. He slid his arms around her; One around her waist, the other snaking up her back, to the nape of her neck. Jersey slid a hand into Baze’s hair, the other arm wrapping around his neck. Baze deepened the kiss, gently fisting her hair. His fingers played with the waistband of her bottoms, slipping a finger past the elastic Jersey pulled away, breaking the kiss and said, “Wait. Baze. Hang on.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Baze asked, quickly moving his hands and watching her. She gave him a small smile and trailed her fingers across his cheek, lightly.

“I was just going to say we should get back to the room. Before they come looking for us.” Jersey said with a small chuckle. Baze relaxed a little and smiled, his hands returning to her waist. He nodded and said, “Yeah. We probably should.”

When neither of them made any movement to get out, Baze smirked and his hands slowly drifted down to gently cup and squeeze her ass. Jersey chuckled and cupped his face, leaning down to kiss him again. They exchanged a few deeper, slower kisses before Jersey shifted, moving off his lap and floating back before standing, catching Baze’s hands in the water. Baze stood and chuckled, pulling her a little closer, planning on stealing another kiss, but once she got closer, she placed her hands on his chest and turned away with a giggle, stepping up and out of the water. Baze smirked and followed her, both of them wrapping their towels around themselves. With their backs turned to the door and the elevator, AJ and Slim hauled ass back, quickly pressing buttons to close the doors. They slid shut, blocking any image of the pair as Jersey and Baze turned to head back to the room.

Jersey and Baze walked close to each other as they went to the elevator. While they waited for the elevator, Baze leaned against the wall, catching her hand and pulling her closer. Their fingers played with each other and they stood in a comfortable silence until the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

They rode in silence, narrowly missing AJ and Slim slipping into the room before them. Slim went to the couch and sat down, while AJ remained standing and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Alright. That solves one question-They clearly like each other.” AJ said. Slim rubbed a hand over his chin and nodded.

“Yeah. Seems like it.” Slim said. Before they could continue their conversation, the door opened and they both turned to see Baze follow Jersey inside. Jersey pushed Baze back a little, pulling her hands from his, then smiled at them and said, “Hey. Y’all are still up?”

She gave them a teasing giggle before separating from Baze as she crossed the suite to her room. Baze tried to hide his smirk, giving his friends a two-finger salute before going to his room as well. Slim sat forward and groaned, softly, putting his head in his hands.

“Fuck. This shit will not end well.” Slim said. AJ nodded and sighed. “We can’t worry about this right now. We’ve got a fucking show tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep, bro.”

AJ nodded in agreement and they said goodnight before splitting up and going to their rooms.

Jersey quickly showered and scrunched her hair with some mousse, changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling in, as softly as she could, next to Colson. She tried to get settled without waking him, but he wasn’t as fast asleep as Jersey thought.

“Hey.” He said his voice rough and tired. He shifted, turning over and added, “Where were you?”

Jersey chuckled as he snuggled into her, giving a small grunt of disapproval when he tried to bury his face in her hair, only to find it wet. Sliding an arm around her waist, he snuggled against her neck instead. With his arm holding her, strong and warm, she quickly settled and said, “At the pool. I went back to do some laps after Georgia left.”

Colson gave a soft ‘Hm’ and a few quiet moments passed before Jersey added, “I thought you’d be down for the count. Didn’t really get a solid text from you.”

Colson’s goofy, tired chuckled made Jersey giggle as she shifted, sliding a hand over the one he rested against her stomach. “Well, that’s how me and Rook felt...At the time.”

Jersey giggled and shook her head. “You both are ridiculous.” She murmured softly. Colson’s lips curved into a smirk against her skin and snuggled a little closer, finally drifting off to sleep.

Baze and Slim stayed up a little longer, talking about the show tomorrow. Slim wanted to ask him about Jersey but ultimately set aside the urge to confront the bassist about what they saw. He didn’t see any good coming from confronting it in the middle of a tour, especially when Colson refused to admit that anything was wrong. At least to anyone but Slim. With Colson’s slip up about being in love with Jersey, Slim knew he had to keep an eye on Baze and Colson when Jersey was around. The last thing he wanted was for Colson to catch Baze and Jersey the way he and AJ had that night.

Slim had finally fallen asleep, but Baze shifted around and couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, he decided to get up for a while. Going out into the main room, heading for the kitchen, he stopped, briefly, and smirked.

“Hey,” Jersey said, having turned at the sound of the door opening. Baze came over to her and slid an arm around her waist. “What are you doing up?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” He teased. Jersey moved away from him to lean against the counter, sipping from her water bottle, wiggling her eyebrows with a smirk. Baze chuckled and snagged the bottle, remarking, “Coincidence.”

Jersey giggled and braced her hands on the counter as her stomach began to flutter. Baze set the bottle down on the counter behind her, then slid his hands over her hips as he bent down to kiss her, deep and slow. Jersey gripped his arms and kissed him back.

When Baze tried to deepen the kiss even more, slipping his fingers under her shirt, Jersey pulled away with a soft whimper and looked at her door, then to Baze. “Wait.” She whispered softly, listening. Baze glanced at the door and chuckled.

“Rook’s passed out, Jers,” Baze said. She gave him a look and giggled.

“Yeah, but I don’t need Colson or AJ seeing us and telling him before I do,” Jersey said. Baze chuckled and nodded.

“I know. Sorry.” He said, with a smile, starting to pull away. Jersey stopped him, catching his hands, and smiled at him.

“Maybe we should keep things on the DL. Just until we get home. I don’t want shit to pop off in the middle of the tour.” She said, stepping closer to him. A smirk crossed Baze’s face.

“So...Are we talking about sneaking around?” He asked, slyly. Jersey giggled and shook her head.

“If the timing is right...Maybe..” She teased, lifting up on her toes to kiss him again. Baze kissed her back, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as she pulled away. “I’m gonna go to bed...I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave him one last quick kiss before grabbing another bottle from the fridge and turning to leave. Baze chuckled and gave her ass a quick squeeze, making Jersey squeak and turned back to punch his shoulder. Baze chuckled and watched her leave before turning to go back to his room as well.

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dazzling-ji · 6 years

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aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

probably halo? still riding off the performance high tbh

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

can’t think of anything that i would want to know immediately that i couldn’t just wait for confirmation in prayer about...

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

so far? taking the steps necessary to actually pursue my dreams

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

kbbq with friends

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

probably tell my parents how i feel about them, same to my friends

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

not really. i have things i’d like to do, tho

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

as in a human being? um, she has obscenely small hands. her face is like shiny and red perpetually. she is tiny. she gets really excited over the smallest things, i.e. her cats or the sight of a corgi. lowkey highkey hates her hair unless it’s short. bane of my existence.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

bruh i wish. literally still trying to console younger me with each day.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

lowkey cried in front of my therapist as i told him i don’t cry in front of people. idk if he noticed or not (IT’S CUZ HE KEPT STARING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG SAD EMPATHETIC BLUE EYES. I DON’T NEED EMPATHY!!!) but the tears were threatening and i was threatening the tears.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

bruh, had to describe a human for the last one but this time i won’t. my best friend nam shin iii. because i love him and he’s great. wish he were real so i could teach him english and he could teach me korean and i could help him romance his girlfriend.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

i did when i was first meeting my therapist lol. i don’t trust people enough to do stuff like that.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

probably ye olde tiny handed one. she’s the only one who would try to stay up that late with me. doesn’t mean i don’t have to deal with her sleep delirium.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

it’d either be to myself or my mom. something along the lines of letting them know their worth.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

they aight. blue eyes are really scary 90% of the time. brown eyes make more sense to me.

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“different doesn’t mean wrong” said by one of my late faves, who i honestly felt was a kindred spirit 99.999% best friend match to me. not gonna get into why the quote is so deep to me, all i’ll say is it allowed me to breathe.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

indigko

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

pay off debts, travel, save, give to charities/church, save some more, maybe make a trust fund?

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

with God, yeah. by myself? depends. i can be kind of hypocritical and times.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

guess i know what to tag this ask meme now

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

punk for sure.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

super cool. was thinking of getting either a septum or normal nose ring. wish tattoos made a bit more sense on dark skin, but either way they’re super painful so maybe i lucked out.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

i don’t. don’t wanna ruin my skin and i like the natural look over a beat face. i like people looking realistic if that makes sense?

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

so many people to talk about, but my ex-fave prince helped me realize i was ace.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

i wouldn’t. at least not rn, don’t have anything revolutionary to tell em. maybe something like “Please remember we’re dealing with human beings” or along those lines, because I’m tired of reading about racists and human rights violations who real life be forgetting that aside from differences in race/gender/sexuality/etc/etc we are all human and worthy of love.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

stromae @ msg - super fun! wish the people behind me didn’t try to waste my time and sit at a dance music concert.

nai palm @ brooklyn (i forget the venue) - also super great. it was great to actually see her irl, and allowed me to realize i can actually socialize without too much problem.

garth brooks @ mercedes benz - yikes ppl in the south RLY like their country music huh?

kimbra @ brooklyn (also forget the venue) - LIVE MUSIC CAN BE SO EXPERIMENTAL AND FUN. kind of reminded me of what i’d heard seeing prince irl was like.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

NYU - You have no outstanding balances. We have a $1 mil scholarship that will be applied to your account as of today. We love you. In fact, we’re gonna wipe away all your student loan debt and ensure no one in your family has to worry about paying for anything ever again in their lives.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

my desk always gets cluttered with papers and stuff. but i really do prefer working at a desk rather than a bed.

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

stall as long as possible until i REALLY need to go to sleep. grumble as i lazily brush my teeth and rinse my retainer. lie in bed and watch youtube for anywhere between 30 min to 3 hrs before actually turning off.

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

call me crazy, but i want my parents to know about me and *gasp* like what they realize. like lemme tell em i’m ace and have them not freak out, idk.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

blue or purple. but probably a wig or something impermanent.

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

THE FAB FIVE. WHY AM I SO DUMB. we’d go makeover their next person on queer eye OR even better we’d just hang out

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

1. the aforementioned letter from nyu because i deserve it, ok?

2. a life i don’t feel like i have to run away from because i hate living like this but feel powerless to change it.

3. a cool best friend i could go cool places with, because i wanna go cool places

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

i cosplay’d as Taemin during the Ace era. It was cool because it basically was my style, so I felt super confident all day looking my best.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

I do neither. But the craziest thing I did half-asleep was convince myself I could still talk to the aforementioned tiny handed weirdo and answer her questions though my head was firmly planted on my pillow and i was neatly tucked under my sheets. like i really thought homegirl could read my thoughts and find the answers she needed to her questions.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

like donald trump

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

maybe one person - i’d see myself the way God sees me so I wouldn’t be so powerless against my insecurities and the fake people in the world all the time.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realize you’re in love.

idk? i’m ace and aro and very aesthetically drawn, so i really don’t know if i ever have.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

i prefer myself with longer hair tbh.

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

hot chocolate if i wanna blend in. otherwise a strawberry acai refresher. i trust any of my friends because it’s really not that deep.

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

gaining self-confidence so i can step more firmly into my calling.

fin.

#blurb ideas #ask meme

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hariosborn · 3 years

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abt me!

hi everyone!

this is my about me page! i figured i’d introduce myself since ive been on tumblr for a while now and ive been interacting w more blogs now :) i made some infographics to help you get a better sense of who i am <3

- my name is hari!

- my pronouns are she/they

- im currently in school and i hate it here >:(

- im in the US and on PST - so if i don’t interact w you, its probably because i’m asleep!

- im an isfj personality type, gryffindor, and an aires!

- if i had to describe myself in three words it would be: independent, emotional, and passionate <3

this is the little moodboard/info graphic that i made - and i feel like its an accurate representation of me color wise, and it has what i want to be in the future and where i feel like i am rn in terms of ~vibes✨~

this moodboard is (blurry! wtf it was not blurry when i made it bruh :/) full of the things that have helped shape me into the person i am today. i have severe anxiety so something i do to tame it is revisit old things that bring me a sense of nostalgia and comfort because its stuff i already know so im not having to worry abt change (fun fact - as a kid who moved around a lot, im not a big fan of change so i like constants a lot). i included some of my favorite movies, albums, and shows :) see if you can spot any you recognize!

music : abba, cage the elephant, lily allen, the clash, florence and the machine, new order, hozier, mitski, vampire weekend, girl in red, and my chemical romance!

movies + characters: kim possible (kim possible), kuroo testuro (haikyuu), itsuki sumeragi (kakeguri), princess leia (star wars), lewis (meet the robinsons), newt scamander (fantastic beasts and where to find them), frank castle (the punisher), the weasley twins (harry potter), bokuto kotarou (haikyuu), oliver wood (harry potter), jim lake jr (trollhunters), harry potter (harry potter), chihiro (spirited away), tendou satori (haikyuu), ponyo (ponyo), power rangers (mighty morphin power rangers), the goonies (the goonies)

right now this has for now been a harry potter recommendation page, but im going to start doing other fandoms too since ive been getting into anime!

also i kinda need mutals so if you wanna be friends just slide in my ask box or message me bc i promise you i’ll respond 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 we can talk abt literally anything (im a simp for so many people so i can literally go on for hours if you mention one of my faves)

hope we can become friends!

- love,

hari ♥︎

#navi #navigation

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malunedyne · 6 years

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aesthetic themed ask list: you know the drill fam, all of them now!

BRUUHHH IS THIS BLACKMAIL

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

will i ever be a successful writer/artist of any kind? how can i achieve that?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

being able to be grateful and enjoy small things in life even if i feel like i’m at the peak of my dysthymia (lol)

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

a very random day i’m not sure why it got stuck on my head some +5 years ago when it was raining and i was outside my house, throwing lemons of my lemon tree towards the neighbors’ houses lmao

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

totally, i would start writing full time and maybe planning on doing some small trips before it

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

-visiting a foreign country (japan would be my dream)-publishing a work (either a book or a photograph in a prestigious place)-be truly in love and loved back

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

-she’s the only one who knows in EXPLICIT detail how my sublimation mechanism works, the biggest of my weakness, what makes me feel shame the most….. a college friend of mine, intellectually clever, emotionally not so much, shares big passion for the same EROS subject

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

-i can’t complain about it, i remember good things mostly, i still went outside and played but also enjoyed video games and cartoons; i was a loner but never felt lonely, my imagination compensated alla that

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

-in the first days of the year in front of my parents lol i was so done with everything

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

-i’d choose my father cause he surely would tell me some good stories or about the myths…..

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

-that’s literally what going to therapy almost is lmao jks that’s not therapy well i think if i could feel reciprocated, i would

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

-3 am???? i guess it was my last best friend, but we barely think of each other now

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

-it would depend on a lot of things, honestly

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

-cute and it doesn’t give me the creeps to stare at directly, lmao (eyes too light give me anxiety to hold visual contact with)

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“A Hero must struggle!” how can you know a Hero is a Hero without trouble though? isn’t life made out of trials? A Hero must not be just a muscular, strong figure who makes physical tasks, it also speaks of mental and intern fights too..... I wrote a whole paper on this and would surely write more about it

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

-1000 reasons why thinking everything will solve by itself later is a lie and a bad idea

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

-find another place to live with my family; travel. a fucking lot. but first, give my parents what they need to solve some financial and health issues. donate to environment protection orgs, buy shittons of gaming and anime merch like the hopeless half-arsed grown adult i am

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

-I can forgive anyone but it takes some time. I like being like that, everything that hurts me i sublimate later through my writings, so even that displeasure, has a /creative/ function in my life

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.-bitchyou’re dumb as hell, but wise as fuck. you don’t give three fucks about time,enjoy it while you can. you may have encountered yourself with people who tryto hurt you, mess with you and you feel bad about yourself, but it’s not yourfault in the slightest, nor they are right. never allow them to be in controlof YOUR emotions. you need to stand for yourself and yourself only, you don’tneed to prove shit to no one. Write. Write. Write. and never stop. use everythingand turn it into words: good, bad, fears and dreams.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

both depending on the #mood

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain

piercings aren’t really my thing but I like tattoos (not hardcore-like tho), I’ve think of getting one but I get overwhelmed and my mom would kill me lol (if my siblings agreed on getting a small Triforce tattoo and each of us pick one part /i’d pick wisdom tho/, i’d be more than happy to get it done)

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

I used to wear mascara (but i caught an eye infection, lol), now i just do the basics: powder and lipstick.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

uhm….. i owe led zeppelin a lot because it supported me thru the worst of my first major depressive episode, and i have a thing with Pink Floyd The Wall….. I used to listen it on repeat thru the last straw of it, so it naturally makes me feel depressive and somewhat suicidal ???? but just in thought….. I can’t listen to Dark Side of the Moon because I feel useless as well lol

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

we need to stop being arrogant, selfish and stupid enough to think everything is here to serve us; we can’t dissociate ourselves from nature and the environment as if we were self-sufficient.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

oh now this is sad lol

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

the person who will spend their life with me, and where to find them

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

uhmm….. hehe

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

i set /most of times/ my stuff for the next day, uniform; i eat/drink something and put a glass of water beside my bed, wear my pajamas, pray a little for the people i love, or render thanks for stuff, and think of my stories or some gay shit before till i fall asleep (if i’m lucky enough, i get to dream of it as well)

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

-same as u fam @electroma89, I want my parents to know my interest in writing and such, just like my father does buuuuuuuuuuut the topics of my interest i doubt they’ll understand and it’s a total wild card trying to guess how they would react like

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

have u seen MCU’s Gamora? that’s how I’d wear my hair

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

-uh….. lol idk, i’ve always have wanted to go to somewhere quiet and watch the stars

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

-Peace and Love on Planet Earth….. is there anything that’s worth more?-having self discipline….. i swear to Hylia lots of my problems could be avoided that way-meet someone who loves me and i can love back….. my life has placed me in the worst places to know people, i swear…..

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

-i’ve never dressed for halloween, but i’d like to; though i can’t think of any rn lol

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

-opening up to people more than i should had

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

-hurt someone from my loved ones; steal from the poor

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

-only one song??? FUCK i couldn’t say a person, but i’m sooooo special with songs i’m not sure….. maybe Le Cygne by Camil Saint-Saens, maybe that one

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

-i’ve never been, i’ve been infatuated, but in love? as in love for real? i don’t think so

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

-i was thinking in cutting my hair real short…. i might do it next year

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

-i’d trust anyone who acknowledges i love italian sodas instead of coffee lmao

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

-getting some writings done and figuring out what to do once my internship trial is over

BRUH this is some deep shit for real omfg

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