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blazinbeautywrites · 3 years

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For The Gram

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

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Length: 1,177 words

Genre: Smut

Tasha was irritated as hell. She’d finally scored some time off from work and Joel was finally back in town for a bit so she wanted to spend as much time as she could before they both had to continue with their work. But all Joel has done since she’d been at his house was scroll through instagram and now he was doing a live. A lightbulb went off in Tasha’s head and she went to the bathroom. She quickly stripped and put on one of his t-shirts. She took her hair out of her neat bun and let her curls fall wildly around her face. Satisfied with her appearance she left the bathroom. Walking back into Joel’s bedroom, she sat at the edge of his bed and stared at him.

“Yeah I really miss you guys too. I promise new music is on the w-” He was cut off at the sight of his girlfriend dressing in nothing but his shirt. “Umm guys I have to call you b-” Tasha motioned for him to stop and quickly shot him a text. As the text popped up and he read it, his eyes went wide.

Don’t turn off the live.

Joel was taken aback. He usually kept his sex life private. However, he’d be lying if he said this didn’t excite him a bit. Tasha crawled towards him and laid flat on her stomach. She stroked the inside of his thigh near the area he wanted her the most. She reached his belt buckle and undid it as quietly as she could to not alert his fans. He tilted his phone a bit so he could look down at her as she managed to pull his pants down enough for his dick to spring free. Tasha wasted no time and took him into her mouth. He let out a low moan while also trying to talk to the fans. Tasha looked at him and winked.

“Hey guys…...yeah I’m okay. I just had a little tickle in my thrOAT...SHIT. I’ll be back guys, gonna go get some water.” He hit pause on his live and moaned loud as hell. Tasha pulled off of him and tried her best to stifle her laughter. Boy, his fans were gonna have a field day tomorrow.

“A tickle in my throat? Really?” Tasha said as she laughed at him. She saw the need in his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to the head of his dick then gave him a few kitten licks before taking his full length in her mouth again. Joel moaned softly as she bunnched her hair up in his hands and began controlling her movements. He felt himself hit the back of her throat with ease. Times like these he was grateful for her lack of a gag reflex. He thrusted up into her and Tasha immediately stopped.

“Wait, why did you stop?” Joel said as he opened his eyes.

“I didn’t say you can fuck my mouth. And I think your water break is over so turn your live back on. Remember, act normal. If you disobey me then I’ll stop.” Tasha said. Joel loved when she bossed him around in the bedroom. He turned his live back on and the fans were none the wiser. He struggled the first few minutes but finally calmed himself as he took in all the pleasure.

“Sorry I’m so quiet guys. I’m trying to read all of your comments and they’re going so fast.” He managed to get out. Right when he was about to answer another question, Tasha pulled him out of her mouth then spit on his dick. She sped up her movements, driving him mad. She knew he loved sloppy head so hearing him curse under his breath made her go even harder.. She moaned around him, giving him a new sensation. Joel lost his composure and dropped his phone to the side as Tasha went to brown on him. She started to play with his balls and could feel how he was ready to blow. She moved off of him and wrapped her hand around his length and began stroking him. She wanted to milk him for all he’s worth.

“Cum for me baby.” She said. Right on cue, Joel came hard. He thought she was gonna swallow his nut but instead she positioned his dick right in front of her and he shot his load in her face. He watched as his cum hit her cheek, chin, and her nose. The sight of seeing her covered in his seed and the intensity of his orgasm was too much for him. Joel tried to move her hand but Tasha kept going, jerking him off. Joel soon came again and this time she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She caught every last bit of cum that came out of him and swallowed. Once she was sure he was done, she slapped his dick on her tongue a couple of times and gave him one final suck.

“Okay get the fuck off of me.”Joel said. Tasha burst out laughing and made a show of swiping his juices off of her face and licking her fingers clean. Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting hard again.

“So I take it you enjoyed that?” She asked. She had a smug smile on her face as she headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. Joel, still coming down from his high panicked as he remembered that he was still live and didn’t pause or mute it at all. Begrudgingly, he picked up his phone as almost passed out. The comments were all talking about how he was fucking on instagram. Joel was about to say something but decided to just end the live instead. He heard Tasha coming out of the bathroom and saw her drying off her face.

“Babe, I think I fucked up. The fans…..heard us. They think we were fucking.” Joel said. He sat up and held his head in his hands. Tasha pulled out her phone and saw that he was trending on twitter. She fell onto the bed in a fit of laughter at the hot mess of a situation she’d caused.

“Aww shit I’m sorry. Do you think Ali or anyone knows about this?” She asked, genuinely concerned.

“I hope not but I’m trending so I doubt they haven’t seen it.” Just as he finished his sentence, his phone rang.”

“Is that-”

“Yep, it’s management.” Joel answered the phone and Tasha could hear yelling on the other end and then silence, signaling that the call ended.

“So?” Tasha asked.

“Soooo I have to go to a meeting…..right now. And they want you to come with me.” He spoke.

“Excuse me?! She shrieked. As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, now she has to go to an impromptu meeting with CNCO’s managers and explain to them why she decided to blow her boyfriend in the middle of his ig live. This was not going to be fun and neither one of them were looking forward to any further embarrassment.

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cncownerblog · 5 years

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First Date Jitters

Joel Pimentel x Reader

Word Count: 1,078

Genre: Fluff

You shifted nervously in your seat, your eyes glued down to the pattern that was skewed across the table that you were currently sitting at. It wasn’t that you were nervous to be near the person sitting across from you, but that you felt uncomfortable at the thought of him watching you as you ate. You were eating pizza, an internationally favored dish, the strings of cheese stretching as you bit into your slice of goodness made the greasy food even more enticing.

You looked up at Joel once you had swallowed down all of the food that was in your mouth. “ This is so good.” you exclaimed cheerily, throwing him a light smile so that you could let him know that you were enjoying your time out with him. “Yeah, this is my favorite place to come for pizza.” You reached over for another slice of cheesy goodness and then repeated your awkward process of looking down towards the table as you ate, so that you could somehow feel less weird with your dates eyes as he scanning your movements while you chomped down.

“(Y/N), why do you keep doing that?’ Joel called you out, chuckling. “Doing what?” you asked, knowing very well what he was referring to “why do you keep looking down when you eat? Are you nervous?” You looked up to see his lips stretched out into a bright grin. the only thoughts that you were left with in that moment was how good he looked when he smiled “It just feels weird to have somebody watch me intently while trying to get down my food.” Joel cackled softly at your explanation “ If you want, we could go across the street to the arcade.” he suggested with a promising look etched onto his face with one of his eyebrows raised as he awaited your response. You nodded your head yes giving him a large smile which in turned caused Joel to jump out of his seat in glee and extend one of his hands for you to grab. You accepted his hand gladly, jumping out of your seat a little to fast then following behind him to the next destination.

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When Joel asked you out, you were ecstatic. The both of you had just started out the beginnings of a friendship, but you had already formed an attraction towards him before hand. So when he dropped the big question you didn’t know how to react nor did you know how to feel, in the first few moments you went through a series of emotions while Joel just stood there awaiting your response and fidgeting nervously. But when you said yes, he broke out into the biggest and best of smiles and that is how you ended up in your spot now.

Playing a two player motorcycle racing game competing against Joel intensely. You were behind Joel by two other players and you needed to catch up to him and fast because Joel was nearing the finish line on the last lap for the game. You glanced over at your curly haired date with a mischievous spark lighting up your eyes. “I’m beating you (Y/n), your gonna owe me ta- HEY!!” Joel exclaimed giggling excitedly right up to the moment that you extended your arm and tried to push Joel with as much force as you could in your position in hopes that he would lose focus. Although you did give him a Nudge, it was not hard enough because his player still crossed the finish line first and you came into second place

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The two of you walked around looking for a new station to go to with Joel cackling loudly beside you “How did you manage to cheat and still lose?” He asked taking a break from laughing “oh hush” you shushed him holding your pointer finger up to your mouth before whispering “We shall not speak of that.” The rest of your time spent together went by in a breeze with the both of you competing against each other in different games where you proudly won some of these one on one battles against Joel yet he still managed to beat you by a long shot with him being in the lead of winning against you in five more games than the both of you played.

When it got late enough you and Joel went to one of the ticket counting machines and inserted the armfuls that each of you had won. 4,445,100 was what lit up on the screen of the machine before it ejected a card that held all of your points. You had enough points to get one of the gaming systems and a small plushy. But instead you chose to get as many plushies as you could get out of the deal alongside some candy, where as you had to persistently insist on Joel picking out a prize before he finally picked his choice of poison and the both of you got ready to leave the brightly lit arcade that was filled with loud gaming noises and chatter from the variety of people that surrounded the place.

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“Well that was fun.” you sighed out when the both of you were in the car. Joel turned his head to face you and looked your way with those dreamy eyes before nodding his head in agreement “Yeah, it was?”

You got home around ten o’clock at night which wasn’t too bad from all the time that you spent inside of the arcade. Joel ended up having to help you carry your plushies into you house because all of them could not fit in your arms and to say that you were struggling at first would be a BIG understatement. But thankfully you and Joel made it to your front door successfully without any stuffed animals being dropped or harmed in the process.

“we should do something like this again.” Joel said in a low tone of voice flashing you a bright and toothy grin “Yes” you bobbed your head up and down eagerly returning his smile “Next time with nachos.” the both of you broke out into a fit of giggles “you mean tacos.” the curly haired boy corrected you “Yeah that.”

you ended the night off with a nice and warm hug that lasted a few seconds longer than a regular hug should have lasted with only the biggest of hopes for receiving a kiss next time.

~admin

I hope you guys enjoyed this imagine. Its been sitting in one of my folders for a while now and sadly im just now getting around to posting it. :( I apologize for having not posted in a while i’ve been kind of busy with school but I should be more persistent now

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cinnabby · 5 years

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Sounding Good So Far?

CNCO x Reader

Part 2?

Summary: When you're assigned to do a soundcheck for CNCO's concert, you had no idea it would be anything more than that.

Warnings: nothing too extreme... yet 👀

A/N: CNCO had a concert in my town and I wENT. I was doing soundcheck (I work for a latin pop radio station) and omG it was the best night of my life and the inspiration for this fic. This is basically how my night went (plus a little extra) and I want to include you guys! Let me know if you guys would like more fics like these (and a part 2? 👀) there's lots for me to share! Enjoy!

Working for the most popular Latin Pop radio station in town was fun for the most part; playing music all day every day, attending the concerts of famous Latin Pop Artists, even organizing meet and greets and being able to talk to famous artists was a dream for you. But it also a hassle, especially at times like this.

It's an early Friday morning, and you're working alongside your coworkers in preparing a concert ticket raffle. A boy group that your radio station had been talking about since their debut was having a concert in your town, and your radio station was promoting it. That group being; CNCO.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t fancy these boys and their music, but as promised when you first began your radio job, you must keep a professional relationship with every artist played on the radio.

A tired sigh left your lips as you gathered the last of the supplies needed for the raffle and began to make your way to the mini van with your coworkers. “Aren’t you excited to give all of these tickets away??” Said your closest friend and coworker, Natti, in an overly excited tone as she held up about 7 pairs of tickets in her hands.

You and Natti met when you were both put to work over the radio; playing your favorite Latin Pop songs, taking calls from listeners, talking about celebrities, and giving away concert tickets. Upon being the listener’s favorites, you both developed a very strong friendship over time. Today, you consider her as family.

You giggled and nodded as you put on your seat belt and began driving to the destination where the raffle would be held. “Yes, I’m very excited.” You simply responded. It always warmed your heart to see fan’s reactions after winning tickets to go see their favorite artists. However, these raffles always lead to angry fans claiming the raffle was rigged, that was not something to look forward to.

"I'm kinda sad we can't attend the concert though, considering how many tickets are left, but I love making these fans happy." You added onto your response, causing Natti to nod in agreement. That was the main reason why you took this job; it may be stressful at times, but at the end of the day, you’d make many fans happy. “Yeah... and we love CNCO.” Natti said with a sly wink, to which you playfully rolled your eyes to.

After two hours of dealing with many overly excited and angered fans, the raffle had ended and all of the tickets were gone. You smiled at the winning fans you had thanked you for the hundredth time already. Looking over to your right, you laughed at the sight of Natti attempting to reason with the many angry fans who did not win. “Alright well, ¡Gracias a todos por participar en la rifa! I apologize to those who didn’t win, but for those who did win, have fun at CNCO’s concert!” You announced as you handed out merchandise for the radio station you worked for all of the participants.

The rest of your team and yourself gathered into the mini van, obviously very ready to leave the angered fans. You all cheered as you drove away, happy with the success of the raffle. “We didn’t get attacked this time! Remember what happened to us when we did a raffle for Ozuna’s concert??” Natti announced, bringing back the vivid memory of being ambushed by the large group of supporters.

You and your coworkers laughed as you all entered the radio station once again, empty handed this time. You and Natti headed to your station and sat in your seats, eager to begin your silly yet fun radio segment. “We should play more CNCO songs than we usually do since, you know, their concert is ton-” you began, but your boss suddenly swung the door open, looking panicked and stressed while holding a bunch of papers and lanyards in her hands.

“Hey Becky... what’s up?” you said quietly, barely able to finish your sentence before your boss began talking. “Ladies, somehow we forgot to cover soundcheck for tonight’s concert...” she said with a deep sigh, “... we aren’t able to get professionals with such short notice, but I trust you two very much. Are you ladies free to soundcheck and attend CNCO’s concert tonight?” your boss asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

You and Natti hadn’t done soundcheck for many concerts, but you two had done it enough to know exactly how to operate.

Your breath hitched at the question, but you kept your composure and quickly nodded. you looked over at Natti who was nodding as well. “Y-Yeah, we’re free for tonight.” Natti spoke for you and flashed a smile.

“great!! Here are your VIP work passes and your backstage passes. Venue doors open at 8, concert starts at 9, but you girls NEED to be there at 6:30! Thank you ladies!” your boss said quickly while handing you the lanyards and leaving the room almost instantly after talking.

You stayed sitting in your seat, shocked while clutching the passes in your hand. Natti stood up from her seat next to you. “Oh my gosh...” she said. You stood up as well, and repeated, “Oh my god!” Suddenly, you both began jumping up and down, squealing excitedly for the event that’s yet to come.

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Would you like a Part 2?

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flamediel · 3 years

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6 Days of CNCO: Day 4

Joel Pimentel

So, Joel and I have some beef, but i still love this man. Until December 19 at 2 pm eastern time, tag any of your Joel appreciation with 6 days of cnco (or just @ me) and send me any Joel prompts you want.

anywhoooo, time to celebrate this cutie. here are some suggestions:

Joel is definitely one of the members that have grown the most. what’s your favorite and least favorite look on him.

what look do you WANT him to try? this is in terms of hair. piercings, tattoos, clothes, anything! what joel look do you need

whats your favorite song to have him use?

if you could spend a whole day with him, what would you do and where would you go?

what song do you desperately want to hear him sing?

what’s your fav body part of his?

I’ll also be answering some writing prompts (super short, like a literal drabble, unless i get super carried away), so here are some ideas for those too:

🎶 send me a song you like and a color and I’ll write you a little Joel blurb based on it

🍿tell me about yourself (your hobbies, your day to day life, whatever you wanna share) and I’ll tell you what you guys would do for a date

💋talk to me about some of your headcanons or scenarios you imagine with him and I’ll expand/turn it into a blurb

alright, that’s it for day 4! remember these are only suggestions, so send me anything as long as it’s positive. I’ll be clearing out some asks until midnight and then start answering these throughout the day.

PS I’ll be using the tag 6 days of cnco in case you wanna check it out (or blacklist it, up to you lol)

PPS: I’m still catching up on chris and Rich blurbs, I’m sorry. today’s gonna be messy as i try to catch up with everything but do send stuff in! it’s hella rainy so I won’t have much to do.

#6 days of cnco #joel pimentel #cnco #five years of cnco #cnco anniversary #day four

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juddashley · 3 years

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The Worst Kind of Tandem: The Greedy Rich and the Desperate Poor.

by juddashley

In another gut-wrenching reality of power dynamics in the Philippines, the action thriller film “On the Job” is truly a masterpiece of cinematic realism. Set in Metro Manila, the film follows the story of two jailbirds: Tatang (Joel Torre), a veteran hitman, and Daniel (Gerald Anderson), an arrogant mentee of the former. The tandem comes after being hired by corrupt politicians in need of killing their enemies—an appallingly vile activity happening inside the prison cells of the city. The film, which is based on a true story, depicts this unexposed reality in the country in the most honest way possible. No sugarcoating, just facts. Director Erik Matti’s stylistic choice from the camera treatments up to the editing helps in further justifying the believability of the actors and the story itself—a crucial factor for a realist film.

Upon dissecting every scene of the film, Matti seemingly chooses shots indicative of its characters’ situation rather than just being a frame of reference. This can be seen in all of Madam Thelma’s (Vivian Velez) scenes. Most of her parts, if not all, are taken in close-up or extreme close-up shots, restricting the viewers from fully seeing her identity. We only get to see a glimpse of her—of her eyeglasses, of her smoking—but never as a whole. These shots build the mysteriousness that comes with her role in the story: The Middleman. And in her character, anonymity is everything. This explains the choice of the shot in her scenes as it makes the character seems hidden, as to which her role requires. Another example of this is the scene where Tatang calls her daughter Tina (Empress Schuck) inside of his prison cell. The scene is taken in a wide shot, allowing the viewers to see not just the character but the environment he lives in. It also establishes his relationship with his surroundings. The shot depicts the prison mates sleeping on the rugged floor whilst Tatang comfortably sits on his bed having his illegal call. This suggests how the character is somewhat above in comparison to others—a perk that comes from his job.

A variety of angles is used all throughout the film, further heightening the experience. Though there are particularly two scenes that stand out because of their exemplary use of angle. Firstly, when one of the targets, Pol (Lito Pimentel), is explaining how the contract killing works to his police friend Joaquin Acosta (Joey Marquez), the scene goes back and forth between them and the two hitmen. The first part shows Tatang and Daniel walking on a bridge, leaving the jail. This scene is shot at a low angle. The second part shows the two walking again on a bridge, but now entering Pol’s place. This scene, however, is shot at a high angle. The contrast between these two angles is reflective of the characters’ situation. The former part indicates Tatang and Daniel instituting their superiority, hence the low angle; the latter, on the other hand, indicates Pol’s vulnerability and endangerment, hence the high angle. Remember that all of these are happening whilst Pol’s narration is in the background. A thrilling experience, indeed. Secondly, when Joaquin finally gets a hold of Tatang but remains adamant about his involvement in killings. The police then point his gun at Tatang’s head, hinting at the hitman at what could happen. The use of eye level angle in showcasing this scene is immaculate as it perfectly portrays the raw emotion of the character—of his personal dilemma, allowing the viewers to connect and sympathize. It also intensifies the tension surrounding the scene, making it even more riveting.

One of the most intriguing elements used in the film is the lighting which, again, seems to be deliberately done in connection with the characters’ situation. The film introduces Daniel as this cocky jailbird who enjoys being in the spotlight. However, when he asks Tatang for his mentorship on how to properly handle their job, the first advice he gets is to keep a low profile—something that the conceited protégé struggles in doing so. At the beginning of the film, we get to see Daniel in a clear picture with the use of high key lighting. But the scene where the camera follows the jail guard counting the number of prisoners, the camera stops as Daniel sits and approaches Tatang, now with low key lighting. This illuminates the surroundings and puts Daniel in dimmer lighting—out of the spotlight—signaling his start of keeping a low profile. Another good use of lighting is evident in the scene where Tatang gets scolded by Madam Thelma for failing to kill their target. He then waits for Daniel in an alley whilst smoking in distress. The scene uses silhouette lighting, disallowing the viewers to see the character but his shadow and the smoke. This further dramatizes the visual storytelling. It also shows the director’s intention of hiding the characters after the mishap.

The color grading of the film heavily relies more on the softer color palette. The use of a blue-green undertone presents desaturation that matches well with the depressing premise of the film. This straightforwardly helps the viewers feel the emotion and grasp the feelings of struggle and conflict that the material conveys. This color scheme is evident in the majority of the film. Though, a hint of red color surprisingly appears in the most devastating scene. When Tatang finally gets his parole, Daniel congratulates him and starts a heart-to-heart talk. In this scene, the usual blue-green undertone is used but now mixed with a subtle yellow color—indicative of the sunlight that comes from the window. This minimal touch of yellow signifies hope, a sneak peek of a bright future that lies ahead for Tatang. However, as the scene progresses, that subtle yellow color diverts into a more solid red color, covering half of the Tatang’s face. The color red exudes the strongest emotion amongst all colors according to the psychology of color. It is commonly associated with danger, aggression, and even violence. The sudden appearance of this color makes sense after seeing how the scene ends: Tatang mercilessly stabs Daniel to death. The color, aside from being a symbol of the violence that is yet to come, amplifies the gravity of the scene. It makes the betrayal even more traumatic and shattering for the viewers.

The film gives the audience a complete viewing experience, all thanks to its excellent use of sound. It helps in building the realisticity of the scenes, providing life to the characters and the material. The use of both diegetic and non-diegetic sounds contributes to the in-depths of the scenarios, checking out every action thriller film’s must-dos. A perfect example of this is the opening scene of the film wherein Tatang and Daniel roam around the city of Manila, mixing in with the crowd and the chaos brought by the festival. And of course, the tandem is not there for a celebration but for a killing. The film’s sound department is smart for utilizing the sound of the drums alongside the environmental noises to build the scene’s suspense. It is noticeable how the sound’s volume correlates with the hitmen’s actions—the closer they get to their victim, the higher the volume goes. The scene ends in a perfect bang, replacing the drumbeat to gunshots resulting in a complete mayhem of the city. One exemplary use of sound can also be found in the ending scene. For context, the film introduces Tatang as this merciless hitman yet a loving father whose sole motive is to provide for his family’s needs. This humanizes the character and makes the viewers capable of seeing him as somehow a good person. Fast forward to his parole, Tatang may have tasted his much-awaited freedom but the conscience of killing Daniel and his wife’s infidelity put a heavy weight on him. This pushes him into doing something unimaginable—killing his own wife. The scene happens on a rainy day which makes the sound of the pouring rain even more depressing. But what is more spine-chilling is when the film’s OST “Maskara” by Juan de la Cruz band plays whilst Tatang is walking in the rain after murdering his wife. The lyrics of the song say, “Hubarin mo ang iyong maskara, ang iyong tunay na katauhan ay nakatago lamang sa’yong likuran ... (trans: Remove your mask, your true identity is just hidden behind your back). The metaphorical line suggests the character’s personal and moral dilemma—of who he truly is and what he stands for. This questions the character’s real intention and reduces his figure of being a good father—that maybe after all it is just a façade, a mask.

The film overwhelmingly consists of contrasting themes—from the rich and the poor, good vs evil to life and death. These recurring themes are evident all throughout, should you dissect the material thoroughly. However, this can only be achieved by ensuring the cohesiveness of all the elements used, the mise-en-scene—and the film succeeds in doing so. One notable example of this is when Daniel wanders around the jail. The character is placed at the middle of the frame, facing the camera, taken in medium shot with eye level angle, allowing the viewers to see not just the character’s actions but the setting as well. The camera follows Daniel as he roams around the vicinity, showcasing the meticulous work of the production designers. The set design perfectly depicts what a prison looks like in real life, not romanticizing the place. In this continuous shot, it gives the audience a full perspective of the environment and the people that the characters live with. The whole scene also establishes Daniel’s superiority in the place. The contrasting theme shows at the end of the scene when a much bigger jailbird confronts the character’s special treatment. This confrontation shackles Daniel’s position, accepting his inferiority. A similar execution can be seen in one of the killing scenes of the hitmen. The camera follows both Tatang and Daniel wandering around a pig slaughterhouse. The placement and composition of the characters around the frame enable the viewers to see the nature of the setting and their actions. The set design, once again, never fails in accurately portraying the place. Shot continuously, the scenarios from killing the target to leaving the crime scene are executed seamlessly. Moreover, a contrasting theme appears. After Tatang and Daniel killed a woman in a slaughterhouse which signifies death, they enter a room of people celebrating a christening—an epitome of life.

Here comes the most crucial part of it all, the editing. The film profoundly uses a variety of editing techniques in effectively portraying the story. It is observable that fast cutting has become some sort of a default approach for the editor, which is a great choice as it implies the chaos most of the scenes required. Though the random zoom in for some scenes may not be the best option to go with as it feels forced and unnecessary instead of helping build a dramatic effect. Nonetheless, the transition and sequencing of the story are constructed cohesively, ensuring its fluidity. This drives the storytelling in a smooth direction, leading the viewers to fully understand the film. The use of plot devices is also evident in the material which helps the story go forward and adds up spice to it. The most notable one is the False Ending. It has been explained multiple times in the film how the bosses of Tatang and Daniel like to cut loose ends by killing them. This fact automatically makes the viewer assume that Tatang is most likely to end up getting murdered as his parole is near approaching, thus his retirement. Moreover, the existence of his young protégé justifies this assumption even more. This is where the plot device comes in when the audience has already formulated an ending for the story, only to be met with a completely different ending—Tatang killing Daniel and continuing his job as a hitman. This elevates the story in a more interesting and thrilling way by injecting unpredictable reveals.

The ensemble of this film is a dream team a production house could ask for. With the high-caliber cast, it is no doubt that the characters are successfully brought to life and effectively portrayed. The characterization is on point. The role given to each actor seemingly fits them well, making it as if they are not acting at all. Joel Torre is a natural actor. He embodies the different personas of his character—from being a hitman, a loving father to being a mentor—in distinctive approaches. Proving his flexibility as an actor. On the other hand, Gerald Anderson’s choice of mannerisms and speech pattern contributes to rendering his character’s trait. He perfectly presents the naivety and arrogance of the character through his gestures and delivery of lines. The acting choices of every actor in displaying their characters’ motives and intentions are necessary and well thought out. No actor lacks in any department and gives justice to the material.

In conclusion, “On the Job” is more than just your regular action thriller film, it is a cinematic experience. A perfectly-crafted masterpiece that continues to pull you in. It is immersive. It is thought-provoking. It is reality. It unapologetically unravels a devastating truth about the Philippines and its political system. An exposé to those greedy rich politicians who continue to exploit the desperation of the poor.

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blazinbeautywrites · 3 years

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Toxic

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me so full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

Length: 975 words

Genre: Angst

Toxic. That’s the only word to describe what they were to each other. Pure toxicity. Joel and Drea were in the worst on again off again relationship for 2 years. When they were off things were good but when they were on? Things were very bad. It got to the point where their friends and family had to get involved but it didn’t matter, they’d still find their way back to each other. Until one night when Drea caught Joel cheating. She didn’t care that he cheated because she’d had affairs of her own. But it was the fact that it was with a girl she was told not to worry about. That’s what hurt her. She broke up with him, she told herself it was for good and she decided she’d had enough. She needed to get out, start over somewhere else. Joel, being his cocky, self swore she’d come back to him. Little did he know how wrong he’d be.

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*2 Months Later*

“I can’t believe we’re finally getting out of this place.” Lyric said. Lyric and Drea have been best friends since they were kids and Lyric couldn’t stand Joel. So when she saw him walk through the doors of Drea’s family home she almost threw her drink on him.

“Hey, just let it be. I don’t want any drama on my last night here. Just go grab me another drink. Please?” Drea pleaded as she tried to urge her best friend to not start shit. Lyric left to go grab them more drinks as Joel finally spotted Drea.

“Drea….enough is enough. Are you really gonna just leave? And without saying goodbye?” Joel asked. All she wanted to do was wipe that smug ass smirk off of his face.

“Yes Joel. I told you I was done with you. I want better for myself and that’s definitely not you. So please don’t make a scene tonight, or my brothers will definitely kick your ass.” Drea spoke. She walked away to mingle with other party guests. Joel was annoyed. He decided to take his mind off of the night and started knocking back drink after drink at the open bar.

“Hey, Joel’s getting a little sloppy, maybe you should ask him to leave.” Lyric whispered to Drea as she finished off a glass of champagne. She dreaded this part. Whenever Joel drank, he was a different person. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to him.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Drea asked him. Joel just smiled at her and it really irritated her. His behavior is the reason she was leaving. She was over it. Grabbing him by the arm, Drea dragged Joel to her old bedroom and locked the door.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing?” Joel sad as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Drea looked at him and really had the urge to slap him.

“Joel, I didn’t bring you in here to fuck. I brought you here to tell you to leave. I didn’t want to make a scene but Joel it’s time for you to go. I am so done with this, let’s not make this messy.” Drea said.

“Oh come on, you know you still want this.” Joel said. He walked to Drea and kissed her, making her recoil and slap him. He made another advance, which earned him a hard knee to the groin.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?! I told you I don’t fucking want you anymore! You are pathetic. I am leaving Joel. I am getting away from you and never coming back. I fucking hate you!” Drea said. She felt the sting of her tears and tried to pull herself together. She absolutely refused to cry in front of this asshole.

“You fucking done? You said this shit so many damn times, only to end up in my bed, screaming my fucking name. You expect me to believe that this time is any different. Come on babe, you won’t leave me, you can’t leave me. You know no one will ever love you the way I do.” Joel spoke.

“This isn’t love Joel. It’s possession. You think you own me and that no one could ever love me but you’re wrong. And I deserve better and I deserve happiness. I won’t get that here with you. Please, just leave.” Drea said. She was so broken and it pissed her off. She was such a strong person and she let this man, this spoiled manchild undermine her confidence way too many times. It was time she put herself first.

“Is that really what you wa-”

“YES! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!” Drea yelled. She surprised Joel, and even herself at her anger. She’d never yelled like that before and she honestly felt amazing. Reality sunk in for Joel. This was it. She was really done with him. After all they’ve been through, she was really done.

“Do you love me?” Joel asked her.

“What?” Drea was so confused.

“Do you still love me?” He asked her again.

“Joel…...I’ll always love you….but I love me more.” She said.

“Okay. I’ll go. I’m sorry….for everything.” Joel said. He went to leave but stopped and planted a soft kiss on Drea’s cheek. He walked out the room and saw every eye on him. He quickly made his way to the door and left, for good this time. Drea went to her bathroom and fixed herself up before entering the living room again. She was thankful that the guests were pretending that they just didn’t hear her and Joel’s argument. She spotted Lyric and immediately accepted the drink in her hand.

“You okay?” Lyric asked.

“I will be.” She knew it was gonna take some time, but it would all be worth it once she found happiness. True and blissful happiness.

#joel pimentel #cnco #joel pimentel scenarios #cnco scenarios

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blazinbeautywrites · 3 years

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Ouija

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me so full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: I had 2 separate fics planned but with the hurricane knocking my power out for 2 1/2 days, it set me back so I just decided to write something with both guys using one of my Halloween prompts. And I know this is almost a week late but I hope yall enjoy it anyways lol.

Length: 891 words

Genre: Suggestive/Horror

“Please baby, just the tip?” Zabdiel asked as he attempted to persuade his friend and casual hookup, Nora, to have sex with him.

“No! Joel’s in the bathroom, he’ll see us.” Nora spoke in a hushed tone.

“So? He hasn’t gotten laid in a while he can watch and jerk off.” Zabdiel said. He laughed as Nora gave him a disgusted look.

“You’re fucking gross!” Nora whispered yelled as she threw her sofa pillow at him. He caught it and then pulled her into a quick kiss, to which she gladly reciprocated. When they pulled away from each other they heard the bathroom door open and a freshly showered Joel walked out in sweats and a white tee.

“Yooo your shower is amazing! I didn’t know you had all them shower settings.” Joel said. He took a seat next to them and grabbed the remote to flip through the channels on the tv.

“Baby you’re way too comfortable. Remind me why yall are here again?” Nora asked.

“Cuz my apartment flooded and Zabdiel didn’t trust me to be here with you alone.” Joel said.

“Riiiight. Well I’m tired as hell so I’m gonna go to bed.” Nora said.

“Wait. I brought something.” Joel says. He goes to his bag and pulls out a wooden board that Nora immediately recognizes.

“A FUCKING OUIJA BOARD?! OH HELL NO!” Nora screamed.

“Oh come the fuck on. This shit is harmless.” Joel said.

“I don’t know man, these things aren’t to be fucked with.” Zabdiel spoke, eyeing the ouija board suspiciously.

“Yeah and I’m black and we don’t do that shit so no thank you!” Nora affirmed.

“Yall are such pussies. It’s harmless. This shit isn’t real. See watch! Hey spirits, who am I in love with?” Joel asked the ouija board, breaking the first rule: always say hello. Joel’s fingers moved along the planchette across the board, N…….O……...R……..A.

“Nora?” You’re in love with Nora? What the fuck man?” Zabdiel said.

“Woooaahhh, this shit is rigged. No fucking way it would know something like that, and no I’m not in love with Nora.” Joel pleaded. As he was trying to explain himself, the lights began to flicker and soon they were in pitch black darkness.

“This shit is ridiculous. You’ve had your fun and I swear if you brought some bad juju into my fucking house I will kill you myself. Now burn that shit and let’s fucking go to bed.” Nora walked away and headed towards her bedroom, dragging Zabdiel along with her. She heard Joel shuffling around trying to dispose of the ouija board and closed her room door.

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Nora couldn’t sleep and as she tossed and turned she could no longer feel Zabdiel laying next to her. Curious she got out of her bed to look for him. She looked in the bathroom and saw he wasn’t there. When she opened her bedroom door she noticed the significant temperature drop inside her home and saw how dark it was.

“Zab? Joel? You guys still here?” She asked, but got no response. All of a sudden she felt strong arms around her waist and a hand over her mouth. She felt herself being pulled into the dark corner of her loving room. Before she could fight back, the person spoke to her.

“Don’t make any loud sounds. Something is in the house. And whatever you do please don’t look up.” Zabdiel whispered to her. Ignoring his last request she looked up anyways. What she saw horrified her to her very core. Up on the ceiling was Joel’s lifeless body twisted in the most unnatural position she’d ever seen. She didn’t mean to but she let out a loud cry, causing Zabdiel to run and cover her mouth. In the silence they heard something moving around in the kitchen. They quietly took steps towards the hallway to get to Nora’s room. Before they could make it however, an invisible force separated them and sent Zabdiel flying back. As he got up he tried to move forward to get to her but was flung into the wall.

“ZABDIEL!!!!” Nora screamed. She managed to make it to him but stopped short when she noticed a figure behind him. She tried to warn him but was interrupted mid sentence but the sickest snap she’d ever heard. Zabdiel’s body contorted right in front of her and she watched as his biddy crumpled to the ground. She looked at the dark figure and tried to run. She’d made it to her bedroom door when felt herself being lifted. Before she could scream, her neck was snapped and she was thrown to the ground. The lights roared back on, and the figure disappeared, leaving 3 dead bodies in its wake.

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A few hours later, the police answered a noise complaint made by Nora’s neighbors. Once they entered the house they were beyond disturbed by what they’d seen. There, sitting on Nora’s sofa were Zabdiel, Joel, and Nora’s lifeless corpse, propped up like ventriloquist dummies. The smell of rotting flesh overpowered the polices’ senses as they got closer to the bodies. What they saw next made their blood turn cold. There on the coffee table was the unharmed ouija board and etched into the table next to it was a message:

YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID HELLO…………...

#zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel #cnco #zabdiel de jesus scenarios #joel pimentel scenarios #cnco scenarios

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blazinbeautywrites · 4 years

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Band Wars: Rise of the Phoenix

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me so full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

Length: 2,356 words

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this out guys. I was not happy with the final results and when I was I still was unsure so I rewrote it again and decided to just post it. I’ll let yall be the judge lol.

Genre: Honestly idk lmao

Chapter 1

Universal Music Group (UMG) decides to debut a new girl group, PHOENIX on their first ever reality show “Next Big Thing.” The winners of the show get a 5 year, 5 album recording contract and will tour with CNCO 1 year after they debut. The winner of the show was Zania Reye Bloom, followed by London Monroe Jones, Jolene Maria Sanchez, Siane Rei Choi, and Avery Lynn O'Reilly. The band is composed of 5 talented women with different ethnic backgrounds, ages 24-25.

Since the show served as the girl’s training they were immediately thrusted into the spotlight after the show ended. They went to work on their debut album and as the release date approached the girls were getting antsy. Now only were they about to release their baby onto the world, but they were finally meeting CNCO today and discussing ideas for their tour.

*UMG headquarters in LA*

“Yoooo I’m fucking excited! Can yall believe our debut album is coming out in a couple days?” London said as she led a couple of her members to the elevators.

“Girl this tour bout to be lit as fuck. Bruuuh we’re going to fucking Sweden. I didn’t even think we had fans out there.” Zania said.

“Yeah you can thank that girl Astrid who made the finals. She was Swedish.” Avery said.

The girls finally heard the elevator ding at their floor and immediately got out. The girls walked into a meeting room where they saw their other 2 members Jolene and Siane bonding with the boys of CNCO.

“Finally you bitches show up. What took yall so long?” Siane asked.

“Avery thinks she’s still in Ireland and almost drove us into a damn ditch.” Zania said.

“You’re alive aren’t you? So quit complaining.” Avery said as she took a seat opposite Erick.

“Anyways if yall are done….THIS is CNCO ladies. This is Zabdiel, Christopher, Erick, Joel, and this is Richard.” Siane said as she pointed to each boy as she introduced them. Richard definitely caught Zania’s eye and she quickly averted her eyes so he wouldn’t catch her ogling him. Little did she know, he was checking her out too.

“And I’m Zania, and of course yall met Jolene and Siane. This is London and Avery.” She said as she gestured to her other bandmates. She was about to say something else when a tall, slender woman walked into the room followed by a man wearing the loudest shade of yellow and another woman dressed in all black.

“Okay let’s make this short and sweet. I’m Veronica Pierce, you can call me Vee or Ms. Pierce, never Veronica. Get it? Got it? Good. I am your tour creative director. I’ll be working closely with you all to design your tour. And please, let’s all collectively agree on a specific concept. I will not have my people designing 2 separate stages. To my left is Chez Moa, your set designer. And to my right is Mel Carter she and her team will be styling you all so meet with her some time this week so she can get an idea of what you guys want and need. And ladies you have a busy weekend ahead. Friday you have your album release, press runs, then your album release party later that night. Saturday you’ll be on Good Day LA where you’ll be interviewed and then perform your lead single. Sunday you have a mini showcase where yall will perform some fan fave covers from the show and a few songs from the album, including your single with CNCO. You’ll have tomorrow, Wednesday, and Thursday to learn choreo for both performances. You’ll meet your choreographer tomorrow. Any questions?”

The whole room was silent as both groups stared at Veronica and her associates. Zania raised her hand and the other members of Phoenix sighed. They knew how this shit was about to play out.

“So do we get to breathe? Or do we have to pencil that in too?” Zania asked. She knew she was being an asshole but this shit was ridiculous.

“Hmmmm you must be Zania Bloom. They told me you had a mouth on you. Listen up sweetie this my show. I call the shots and if they bother you, you can leave.” Veronica said. Zania smirked at her and leaned back in her chair.

“Nah I’m good. You may continue, Ms. Pierce.” Zana said. Sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Anyways that’s all for now. And remember this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. It can be taken away in the blink of an eye so watch yourselves.” Veronica spoke. She eyed the room but everyone knew exactly who that was meant for. She, Mel, and Chez exited the room in silence. Once they left, Siane burst out laughing.

“Yo I was clenching my fucking ass cheeks. She’s soo fucking hot.” Siane said.

“Keep it in your pants Siane. And Zania, girl why did you do that? You made that shit more intense than it needed to be.” London asked.

“You know me, I just had to say something. She was a bitch to us when we did the show, now they’re making her the tour director, wtf?” Zania said.

“Am I the only one who noticed that guy had on too much yellow?” Chris said. Everyone turned to him and started laughing.

“Look, I ain’t wanna say anything but he was so wrong for that. And it was a complete contrast to Mel who had on all black.” Jolene said.

“But real shit Vee ain’t no joke, she can make or break you. So just be careful.” Richard said. He made eye contact with Zania and she smiled at him.

“Oh I’m not afraid of her. She’s on a power trip so I’ll entertain her mess for the sake of this tour. You don’t have to worry bout me baby boy.” Zania said. Everyone got up to leave but on her way to the door she was stopped by Richard.

“I don’t know if you realized but I’m a grown ass man so that baby boy shit not gon fly with me.” Richard said. Zania was amused.

“Oh did I bruise your whittle ego babe? Look it’s not that serious-”

“But it is that serious so treat me with respect or keep it moving baby girl.” Richard said as he cut her off. He walked away leaving Zania stunned in silence. She walked back to her group and chuckled.

“Yall…...that guy Richard just lowkey put me in my fucking place. Oh this tour is gonna be so damn fun.” Zania said. She and her bandmates went to find their stylists to get started on designing their perfect tour outfits.

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It had been a full 5 hours and the girls were hard at work on their choreo. They were thankful that most of the songs they performed were their covers from their reality show so the moves were ingrained in their heads. They breezed through their choreo for their own singles and just finished running through them a final time before Laurieann Gibson called for lunch. The girls were beyond starved and as they walked to the cafe area of the upscale dance studio they saw CNCO walk through the door.

“Oop the boys are here.” Jolene said as she fixed her slightly messy hair. She made eye contact with Zabdiel as he and the other boys walked into the dance studio they’s just left.

“Ooooohhh do I sense a little crush? London teased.

“See that tall one, Zabdiel? I promise you, I will climb him like a fucking tree.” Jolene said, much to the amusement of her group.

“Woah. Down girl, we have a whole ass tour to get through.” Avery said.

“Look if I can’t fuck Vee, you can’t fuck Zabdiel.” Siane argued.

“Girl. Zabdiel is fair game, Vee is our fucking boss. There’s a difference.” Zania said as the girls found a table near the back of the cafe. Avery went to order them some food and soon a waiter came back with a tray of fruit, some finger sandwiches, and a basket of the cafe’s homemade potato chips.

“This looks so good and I’m starving.” London said. As the girls ate they discussed the difficult choreo.

“I really thought Laureiann was gonna throw her shoe or some shit at you cuz you couldn’t get that one move down.” Siane said.

“I wish she would throw some shit at me.” Jolene said while the others laughed at her.

“What kind of shit yall think they’ll have us do with the boys?” London asked.

“Probably something sexy, ya kno to pander to the fans.” Avery answered.

“I heard that they’re partnering us up with them for the collab so whomever we pick is our dance partner for the song.” Siane added.

“Well. this should be fun.” Zania said. The girls chat a little bit longer before cleaning up and heading back into the dance studio. When they arrived they heard their song with CNCO playing. Laurieann was teaching them their choreo and once saw the girls she turned the music off and immediately began assigning pairs.

“Okay London you’re with Joel, Jolene with Eric, Zabdiel and Siane, Avery and Chris are partners and lastly, Zania, you’re with Richard. Everyone please stand with your partner. I’m only gonna do the dance two times and then you’re gonna do it and we’ll fine tune everything afterwards” Lauriann said as she read off her list. Before the girls could even process anything they quickly got into formation to do the choreo.

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A few hours later, both Phoenix and CNCO were spread out on the floor, exasperated. Lauriann told them to rest up and that she’d see them in the morning before she left them all a sweaty mess in the studio.

“I swear there are parts of me that are sweating I ain’t know could sweat.” Siane said as she attempted to lift her head to no avail.

“Girl I feel like my fucking feet are gonna fall off.” Zania said.

“I can’t feel my left asss cheek.” Jolene mumbled.

“Bruh at least yall voices aren’t hoarse as fuck.” Richard said.

“We should probably start heading out because I need an ice bath or some shit.” Avery said as she willed her body to move. Everyone followed suit and struggled getting to their feet. When the girls began packing up to leave, Zabdiel strolled on over to pull Jolene to the side. Zania looked on and smirked to herself. All she hoped was that whatever they had going on didn’t get in the way of her group’s path to success. She snapped out of her little daze just as Jolene made it back.

“Well, what was that about?” Zania asked.

“Girl he asked for my number. I was like no and he said can you really say no to this face. I almost fucking melted so I gave him my number. He’s so fucking cocky. I love it.” Jolene beamed. Zania could tell her friend was happy so she chose to keep her mouth shut. The girls finally made it to the elevator when Zania realized she’d left her phone in the dance studio.

“Shut yall I left my phone. Yall go on I’ll text yall once I get home.” Zania said.

“Girl we’ll wait, just hurry up.” London said. Zania jogged back to the building and ran up the stairs to be quicker. Once she got to the door of the studio she heard the boys talking.

“I really like that girl London. She’s classy, yet has a sexy side. I like that.” Joel said.

“Now see Jolene….them lips. I bet her head game on point.” Zabdiel said.

“Ew bro what the hell!” Eric exclaimed.

“I know you of all people are not talking.” Richard said.

“Even though I think she’s kind of a bitch, Zania fine as fuck too.” Christopher said.

“Yeah she is fine. Yall seen that ass? I’d love to get behind that.” Richard said. Zania had heard enough and walked into the room.

“Yall should really make sure that the door is completely closed before you talk about us. Anyways I left my phone and just came back to get it. Oh and Richard, Zabdiel? I understand that Jolene and I are attractive but please don’t talk about us like we’re pieces of meat mkay?” With that she grabbed her phone and walked out, leaving the boys a little dumbfounded. Once she got back outside she filled her girls on what she heard.

“You know. We should teach them a lesson.” Jolene said.

“Oop I sense an infamous Jolene Sanchez prank.” Siane said.

“Yep. Okay so here’s the plan.” Jolene explains the little prank they’ll play on the boys at the showcase. They’d messed with the wrong girls.

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The rest of the week went by in a blur and before they knew it, their album release day was finally here. It’d only been a few hours and their album was already number 1 on a few of the urban and pop album charts. Siane screenshot the Billboard charts where their album was number 1 and sent it to their group chat. She then called them all on a video chat.

“WAKE UP BITCHES! WE NUMBER 1 BABYYYYYY!!!!1!” She yelled into the phone. The others, as groggy as they were, laughed at how hyped their member was.

“Girl you are so lucky I was up getting ready or I’d curse you the fuck out.” Zania said.

“Bitch whatever. Anyways I love yall so much! We’ve officially ARRIVED! Like we in the fucking building forreal now. WHEW! Let me start getting my shit together. See yall soon. Love ya! Siane said as she hung up the video call. The girls were buzzing and couldn’t be any happier that after almost 6 months, their hard work has finally paid off and that their fans love their album as much as they do. They couldn’t wait to see what lie ahead for them. They knew whatever it was, it was gonna be big.

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