#more stress than work. like fuck y'all. you win or whatever
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ok i left the servers im in. ive decided im just done trying to interact with most people and im just gonna stick to the like. 8 people that still follow/positively interact with me. if youre seeing this youre okay but fuck everyone else i guess
#yeahhh im not finishing any of my fics or edits im keeping my interactions with this fandom to a minimum#ill just rb fanart gifs and meta and then post my own meta or asks and that's it lol#'you wonder why everyone hates you yet you're always being mean and negative' ok fine ill stop interacting with everyone#this isn't me fishing for attention btw im just keeping it a buck with yall i genuinely feel this way and im sick of FANDOM giving me stress#more stress than work. like fuck y'all. you win or whatever
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waiting :) (WORD VOMIT TIME)
the somewhat hornier parts were inspired by ayesha erotica because yeah
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yandere ! childhood best friend (with benefits) x gn ! reader
tw: shitty writing and atrocious english grammar
a/n;; i’m lazy to put this in a proper format i jsut wanna PUKE PARAGRAPHS. yEAH.
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hi i know this is like basic but these songs really do resonate w the situation rn and like… idk. your bsf is haunted by their jealousy every time you end up with someone rhat isn’t them lmfao
the twinge of jealousy lingers in their gut when you look so dreamy when talking about ur new crush
“this is your FOURTH LOVE INTEREST this month” (this is meant to be lighthearted teasing about how easily u fell in love again but it’s also a bit of a poke because you keep loving people left and right even tho ur bestie is RIGHT HERE.)
they’ve always loved you and they keep waiting. and waiting. and waiting. but the chance to love you like you deserve has never arrived :’(
it hurts so much, fornicating with you and worshipping your bare skin with the thought in mind that.. you two are just keeping it casual. you’re still into someone else. you’re not doing this because you love them, no, it’s just that you both needed to let off some steam.
…is that really it? they keep counting down the days until you finally admit that you’re not fucking them with shallow motives.
they want to hear your declaration of love, to hear you gushing about your love interest, where they’re the object of your affection at last, instead of anyone else.
like, seriously. when will you choose them over everyone else? did anyone ever love you like they did? has anyone ever treated you the way they have? do your other partners look at you so fondly, eyes watery and brimming with admiration of your beauty, just like they always have? is your actual lover the one that makes you cum all over the sheets whenever you feel stressed?
...oh, right. it's your best friend doing all the work. but no matter how much effort they put in, you never looked in their direction with that same fucking smile you showed to your fleeting romantic interests.
they just wished they weren't second best anymore. they can't settle for silver medals. it has been years of pining, but it only takes a month or two for a stranger to win you over.
ok that's all fine and dandy BUT what if u feel the same ????
so so like um i think that they would be like super super fucking stoked like all their efforts paid off which. honestly thank whatever supreme being may or may not be there because THEY WORKED THEIR ASS OFF FOR U
their idea of a celebration as soon as y'all hit it off would be like major cliches similar to movie endings
running off to a secluded place to have your homie latch their legs onto your waist then have a wholesome little kiss and cue the nonexistent fanfare
no matter how basic it sounds they would want nothing more than a wholehearted embrace and kiss in the middle of a clearing while the setting sun illuminates your pretty face <3
well honestly regardless of how much they want that shit they'd probably ignore their wishes and do whatever YOU want to do like on an occasion like this they want to focus on your happiness instead of asking you to follow through with their desires if it's different from your idea of a pleasant evening together
so this part is actually up to personal interpretation lmfao ill just follow requests n shi
sorry this is short as fuck i gave up midway hdebdhg
#[ciaran chats]#yandere#so silly#yandere oc#yandere x gn reader#yandere x reader#yandere x gender neutral reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#yancore#yandere oc x reader
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supernatural s10e18 book of the damned (w. robbie thompson)
charlie roleplaying hiro protagonist from snow crash? hacker with a sword. and the nola vampire mob or whatever this group is. surely there's a connection with benny and they didn't just pick yet another character with a very specific regional accent
i like charlie, i like felicia day as charlie, but i am lukewarm on her playing a more action oriented version of charlie. i am on board with her kicking ass, but not sure felicia is the best person to take charlie there. and really straining my suspension of disbelief that charlie just stabbed a guy in a throat, got distracted by a tattoo and shot in the leg but still gets away. wait, not even leg, in the abdomen???? come on, y'all. that's not manageable without medical intervention
started this ep late and flu+covid boosters are startin to kick my ass a little bit, reconvene tomorrow. ass still being kicked by this spikevax - still Stressed. but it's earlier and i've taken some ibuprofen that's still working. let's see
dean in sweats, well i'll be
sam, if you don't come clean after dean is telling you everything that went down with crowley and rowena... 🔪
wiki says charlie was born in 85, so she's two years younger than sam. anyway, 🎵kid sister, kid sister. kid sister and me!🎵
DEAN
We’re due for a win, okay? Overdue. I’ll tell you another thing, if this actually does work, we’re gonna take some time off.
SAM
What, like a vacation?
DEAN
Mm-hmm. And I’m not talking just like a weekend in Vegas or sitting in some crap motel watching pay-per-porn. No, I’m talking about a beach. Drinking cervezas, go for a swim, mingle with the local wildlife. When was the last time either one of us was on a beach?
SAM
Never.
DEAN
Sand between our toes, Sammy. Sand between our toes.
asking for the apocalypse right there. how many seasons until they get a successful vacation together? (15x20?)
also sign me up for the inner-workings-free meatsuit
METATRON
What? I thought we were having a moment. Can’t we be besties?
CASTIEL
No. Because you killed my friend.
METATRON
Oh pfhht. Dean is fine, mostly. Can’t you get past that?
CASTIEL
Never.
thinking about the boys perpetually stowing their baggage, but we can respect someone who holds tight to a grudge
often bitch about the musical score but i like this sound design and filming. more atmospheric and creative than they usually go
oh, dean. sammy, tell him about cas and metatron rawrgh
every tom, dick, and harry has an angel blade. so goofy. is that a standard issue cupid weapon?
DEAN
And you call yourselves nerds. Come on. You got this.
CHARLIE
He’s right. Let’s get our Alan Turing on. Decypt this bitch.
neal stephenson (who wrote the aforementioned snow crash) also wrote cryptonomicon which contains a fictionalized version of alan turing. and
According to Stephenson, the title is a play on Necronomicon, the title of a book mentioned in the stories of horror writer H. P. Lovecraft
necronomicon aka the book of the dead (not damned but close). also mentioned evil dead/army of darkness recently and this heartbeat drum beat thing for when dean's gettin the whammy from the book reminds me of ... that. (evil dead movie contains the necronomicon)
KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF, BUCKO
SAM
Look, just let us translate the book, okay? If there’s a cure, we’ll do it and deal with the consequences later. I can’t lose you.
DEAN
Really?
SAM
Yeah, really.
DEAN
You change your mind on that, cause that’s not what you said last
time.
SAM
Oh, come on, man. You know I didn’t mean that.
many thoughts. sad and tired thoughts. realizing now, would dean even remember how sam said he lied about that right before dean died? and this is one rough conversation to be having in front of charlie. really part of the family, esp if she's on board with the fuck the consequences we gotta fix dean. hurts to think dean really is still doubting sam's commitment to him. hurts and is exhausting that sam still hasn't told him about what he got up to.
this cabin sure is swanky for one-of-many bobby-managed hunter safehouses
CHARLIE
What did Dean mean? When he said you changed your mind?
SAM
So, awhile back, we had a chance to, um…close the gates of Hell. And in order to do that, I would’ve had to die. And, I was okay with that, and I am okay with that, but Dean was not. And so, he uh…
CHARLIE
He saved you.
SAM
Yeah, he saved me.
CHARLIE
And let me guess, in doing so, he did something you didn’t want, and that pissed you off. And you said something that hurt him?
SAM
Yeah, that sounds about right.
round and round we go on the patented winchester merry-go-round
either they're mending my emotional connection to the show or padalecki is just that good but got me crying. felt very genuine
SAM
You know, when Dean came to get me at school, I-I told myself… one last job, you know? One more job. And then when – when I, um…. When I lost Jess, I, again, told myself one more job. There’s always one more job, you know? And one more job, and one more job, and then I was gonna go back to law and – and to my life.
CHARLIE
You were the Dread Pirate Roberts of hunting.
SAM
Yeah. I guess I really understand now that….this is my life. I love it. But I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t want to do it without my brother. And if he’s gone, then I don’t….
CHARLIE
I got it. I-I do.
that was nice, having her give him the out to stop and collect himself
samateur hour, hated that it made me laugh
so does cas get like, extra powerup now that he had someone else's grace and his own back? like super mario bros flower power, shooting fireballs. based on those raggedy ass wings, guessing not
dean slippin into southern accent talking to this bad nola witch man
DEAN
It’s calling to me, Sam, okay? I can hear it. It’s calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run away with it. Burn it now.
reminds me of naomi and the rocket with the protomolecule sample in the expanse. why yes, i will destroy this, of course.
SAM
Well, you know what, Cas? You got your Grace back. You’re back. You did the right thing.
CASTIEL
You did the right thing. That book needed to be destroyed. We will find another way, Sam.
you did destroy it, right, sam?? very convincing reaction here
that was cuter than i expected
i continue to not understand why sam doesn't just tell dean about the cas and metatron thing! jesus christ. do we have to do this?? making cas lie about it too. sigh. so tiresome
these lyrics and the slomo pizza party as sam has a minor internal breakdown over lying about, SHOCKER, not destroying the book. made me laugh, not gonna lie. hammering the point down way too hard. this is how you lose me, show
having sam's voiceover as he talks to (as yet unseen rowena) while still on the shot of sam looking increasingly Stressed at their little party is unusual for this show too. i like to see them trying different things, like with the clip i had at the beginning
hopefully this will be interesting, at least?
spn s5e10
(god, remember the party before jo and ellen died? that had vibes and atmosphere. cas getting drunk with the girls, and first ep with crowley)
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hello so i know there’s one for the crusaders and the duwang gang but i was wondering if i can request a chubby s/o with bruno’s gang? please and thank you!!
Bucci Gang w a Chubby! S/O
I love writing chubby/plus size readers sm !!😌 y'all deserve the world. Also I think I might've gone a tad bit overboard w this?? Not sure lol
Bruno Bucciarati
Bruno would love you regardless of your body! He's never been one to heavily judge someone's appearance
Going clothes shopping with him is a win and lose kind of thing
On one hand, you have your boyfriend to hypr you up when you try on clothes
On the other hand,,you could wear a potato sack and he'd still be like "You look radiant, tesoro"
"Bruno, you have to say more than 'you look great' after I show you a new outfit. " "Well, you know better than anyone, I'm not the kind of guy to lie or brush you off. I'm being genuine in every statement"
I just can't see him finding a favorite part of you
Like he adores the way your chubby cheeks are just on display when you're smiling, he thinks it makes your smile seem way brighter
And he also just adores your soft thighs, a perfect resting place for his head when he gets stressed out from work
Bruno is just smitten by you
Leone Abbacchio
I imagine that you'd have to have pretty tough skin upon meeting Abbachio
It's very easy to think that he'd make a few snide comments upon meeting and working with you
It's not a lot and he says very little, but they can be the kind of quick comments to get under someone's skin easily
But I promise you it'd stop once you two get to know each other and work alongside each other more
He has such a soft spot for you now omg-
If he's ever having a bad day he just likes to wrap his arms around your soft waist and rest his head on your shoulder
Maybe give it a couple of little kisses if your shoulders are exposed
That action is literally his favorite thing to do in domestic settings
I hc that all of the bucci gang have their own separate places instead of living to together, so Abbacchio has his own privacy to let his walls down and be more outwardly loving
He loves going up behind you while you're cookie dinner and ask what you're making, hiding his smirk in your shoulder when he feels your face heat up
I think his favorite part of you might be your wife waist/hips
It's the first thing he gravitates to and clings to when you too fall asleep together
Abbachio could be facing away from you when he falls asleep and wake up with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around you
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno has a preference for plus size bodies it's canon because I said so
To him your plush body just makes him think that you were taken care of in your life
Having some meat on your bones is something Giorno just appreciates in an s/o, you know?
I don't think he'd be the best at expressing how much he loves you through touch or verbal affection, so he likes to buy you stuff
It could be from something as simple as flowers to clothes you eyed at one time, but you decided to not buy
If he wants to buy you something special and it's not in your size it's no problem for him
His mafia connections give him easy access to a lot of businesses in Italy and he could afford to get something custom made just for you
I can see his favorite body part of yours being your eyes
Giorno just loves how much emotion they hold and how much they silently tell him how you're feeling
And they especially help him take notice if you're having one of those off days you know? It helps him understand so he can be there for you
Pannacotta Fugo
He's not that judgemental when it comes to an s/o
But he did think you were very attractive and did develop a small crush on you when he first met you
He can be easily flustered and it's so easy for someone like Mista or Narancia to tease him about his chubby crush
"Hey Fugo, I saw you staring at Y/N's shorts. Saw somethin' you like?" "S-shut the fuck up Mista! I wasn't staring at them!"
Lies
He loves your personality as well, I don't think Fugo has ever had a crush before and is struggling to remain subtle at times
Once you two are in a relationship, he's so happy
I do imagine that it'd take Fugo awhile to be used to physical affection from an s/o regardless, but once he felt a hug from you?? He wants you to hug him all the time
Was he missing out this entire time?? You're so soft and warm?? He loves it so much omg
I think his favorite body part of yours is your hands
Since he'd rather keep things professional in the gang, holding your hand is as far as he'd go for pda
When he's feeling stressed out, he likes to hold onto your hand for reassurance
Sometimes he likes to squeeze your soft palm if his anger issues is testing him or just to get your attention discreetly when you two are around the gang
Narancia Ghirga
Another gang member to adore and prefer chubby s/os!!
He just finds them comforting tbh
He's also very clingy, finding a way to have his arms around you at all times
If you feel uncomfortable with it and tell him, he'll pout but (reluctantly) keep his hands to himself
It doesn't matter how odd it might look, he will sit on your lap
He just likes snuggling up with you and having your big arms wrapped around him
He loves to share his food with you!!
Lunch breaks from his lessons are commonly when you can casually spend time with your boyfriend and give him the encouragement he needs to make it through the second half of his school day
Typically during this time he'd cut an orange in half, give one half to you, and he plays with the other half to make you laugh
One time during his orange smile act, he almost choked because he was distracted by how nice your laugh is-
He's also very protective of you
Seriously he's not above pulling a knife on a stranger who made a rude comment about you-
I fully believe that his favorite body part of yours is your tummy!
He loves laying on it so much that sometimes you feel like his personal pillow instead of s/o
Add in you running your hands through his hair?? You can already hear his soft snores
Guido Mista
I think he really didn't pay any mind to plus size folks, until he saw you
You were just in shorts and a crop top/tank top(/whatever makes you comfortable) to combat the Italian heat and his mind made that awooga awooga sound
I just know he brought out his old flirting tricks onto you
This man could be in the category of "annoyingly persistent, but not yet boarder line harrassment" regardless of your response to being hit on
He is your personal hypeman omg
While everyone has their off days, it's really hard to feel insecure when Mista is around
Just like Narancia, he's so protective of you
Even if you are 100% capable of handling the situation himself, he will yell and bark at the rude stranger
"Get your fucking boyfriend bitch-" "he don't bite :)" "yES HE DO"
Please sit on this man's lap, he would be so happy
Think you're too heavy? Mista would take that as a challenge and drag you onto his lap anyways
He would secure his arms around your large frame and give a teasing kiss on the cheek, "Haha, you can't escape now babe!"
His favorite body part of yours might be your thighs
Once he met you, he was a true believer of "thick thighs save lives"
Mista would constantly beg you to wear shorts all the time, using the hot weather as an excuse
"The weather is at a record high! It's best for you to wear shorts, Y/N." "Mista you're literally wearing a sweater." "So!? I'm worried about you, this conversation isn't about me!"
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My take on NCT at Hogwarts
what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go
taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines
taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms
johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-
yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo
doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone
kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe
ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties
jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door
winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes
jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?
lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip
mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk
xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol
hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense
yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning
shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club
sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??
renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day
jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman
haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target
jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol
chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh
jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox
to conclude:
gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan
hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung
ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun
slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle
#nct#nct 127#nct dream#hogwarts#nct imagines#nct scenarios#taeil#taeyong#johnny#yuta#doyoung#kun#nct ten#jaehyun#winwin#jungwoo#lucas#yukhei#mark lee#hendery#xiaojun#yangyang#shotaro#sungchan#renjun#jeno#jaemin#haechan#chenle#jisung
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DC's Batwoman 3.12 "We're All Mad Here" has aired on the CW and I'm here to talk about it
Penultimate episode time y'all. I don't know about anyone else but the penultimate episode almost stresses me out more than the actual finale.
It's been like three weeks, where the fuck did we leave off? Ope that's right, Alice wants the joybuzzer because she thinks it might be able to uncrazy her. I remember talking about this and thinking that it's not going to work on Alice because it's not the source of her craziness. Considering the whole thing with how Alice is "crazy" as a defense/coping mechanism that's the result of being kidnapped and tortured for years and then when she finally found some semblance of joy again, those joyous memories were erased by a woman who was mad that Alice fucked her brother.
Good to see Alice back to her roots on a murder spree.
Okay did it actually work? Because if so, then yay Beth I guess but it feels like a cop out. That doesn't get rid of the possibility that Beth is going to have to deal with all sorts of mental and emotional shit but I would've liked to see her chose to do the work to become Beth again. Which they could still do, I'm sure she's going to have a lot of guilt to deal with, but not a huge fan of the "oh here's a magical fix for my psychosis" thing.
"Is it just me or did they make Alice a victim?" because she is Sophie??? Does that excuse all the murder and other evil she did as Alice? Not at all! But she is, in fact, a victim. Because she was kidnapped and tortured by a dude for years. I know you don't like her Sophie but get your head out of your ass!
Oop and there's the continuing psychological problems, now Beth is seeing dead people. Oh so did she not save herself or is she having a new psychic break thing? Either way my previous statements may have to be retracted. Or I guess I did say that they can continue to explore these themes after her being saved. Okay whatever. I made my point, I stand by it, and I'm willing to be wrong.
Ha, Jada walking in on Sophie. That's admittedly very funny.
Yes Mary let her have it, fuck her up queen! You owe that bitch nothing.
Barbara Kean??? Looks like Miss Jet knows her and is may be more involved than we already know. She's part of Black Glove?? Okay that actually works, sure. And Jada kidnapped again, maybe they'll finally kill her this time, I still hate this character so much.
Is Mary going to confess?? Blame it on Ivy? Because I say blame it on Ivy, it really was all her fault.
Joker murdered Jason Todd confirmed?? Rad. More support for my "Bruce vanished because he murdered Joker for murdering Jason & paralyzing Barbara" theory.
Joker 2.lame doesn't even look good. Fucking hate that guy.
An Arkham and a Falcone are a part of Black Glove. And Burton Crowne, who apparently is tied to Talon of the Court of Owls. Considering that the Black Glove Society does not exist in comics (according to all research I've done), good on the writing team for picking entirely people from actual Gotham mythos. All pretty good choices too. They could've been a much more fun villain than Joker 2.lame. Although I'm not sure any of their backstory makes sense.
Not delusional Mouse coming and guilt tripping Alice. All here for it.
People think Alice killed the hunter? Is it true that Alice called and confessed?? Damn, that bitch be crazy. Mary going with it is the ultimate throwing her under the bus unless she really did confess.
Joker 2.lame, even your backstory is lame. But I guess good job writing team for seeing an opportunity to connect him to Alice. I guarantee that wasn't always the plan.
Kill her ass Ryan!! Rip his dick off!!!
Big fan of Ryan and Sophie finally talking shit through, deciding to be girlfriends. The gays stay winning! Mary and I are twins in that reaction.
Why do the villains always discover the Batcave? I swear that shit's gotta be on goggle maps or some shit by now considering everyone fucking finds it.
DC's Batwoman season 3 finale "Are We Having Fun Yet?" next week, March 2nd. One last go.
#batwoman cw#hbo max batwoman#batwoman (2019)#ryan wilder#mary hamilton#luke fox#beth kane#sophie moore#batwoman#batwing#alice#marquis jet#joker 2.0#more like joker 2.lame#batwoman spoilers#sheep talks superheroes
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okay so letters from l'manberg did Not get posted, but let's run west did so! i'm giving that to y'all instead. pounded out ~2.5k words and this is the result for a songfic competition :P
inspired by west by radical face
link to the ao3 fic in the notes
i.
“You know,” Tommy grouses, “I can't see a thing with my hair all in my eyes.” Tubbo just laughs at him, while Niki hides a gentle smile behind her hands.
Jack rolls upright, and the crown of foxgloves tilts dangerously. There's a very dangerous way to how he’s puffing out a chest, a suggestion of I’m about to enter this argument and win and you’re not going to like it.
Eret has a sixth sense for when this trouble starts brewing, it seems. They scoot backwards, minding the cape slung haphazardly over their shoulder, and bump Niki to do the same, out of the line of fire.
“See, this is why short hair is superior. Your hair’s a sanitary hazard- actually, just a hazard all around.”
“You’re a hazard all around,” Tommy snaps back. He pushes the hair out of his eyes- and grumbles as it flops back in. This time, the titters around the group echo louder. Eret has the grace, at least, to hide their laugh behind their hand.
Tommy rounds on the nearest offender; Niki, as it happens, and backpedals as quickly as he starts when he sees the set to her hip. That’s a straight ticket to one of Niki’s I’m not mad, I’m disappointed, really, you can do better lectures and Tubbo still hasn’t let him live down nearly crying after that lecture. She's terrifying, okay? She’s terrifying, and he’s not ashamed to say that. (He’s told her that exactly once; she had laughed gently as she’d drawn a warm loaf of bread out of the furnace. She hadn’t contradicted him, though. So: no thank you.)
Jack is next in his line of fire.
“What’re you laughing at? ‘least I’ve got hair to impress the ladies with- oh, have you seen Tommy Innit’s hairs? luscious, luscious locks, look, healthier than me!”
“The ladies like my hair,” Jack protests. “Makes him right spiffy, they do say, right spiffy and proper; that Tommy Innit looks like a hooligan who’s just crawled out of the woods. Jack Manifold- now that’s a man of esteem and grace.
“Esteem, grace, oh what lovely qualities,” Tommy parrots back in a voice pitched four tones too high. “They look at you and say oh my, where has his honour gone? He’s got none, just a patchy head of fuzz and glasses that look like they’ve just been dug out of the bin-”
“You take that back- these glasses are top of the line-” Jack’s hauling himself up, and Tommy’s squaring his shoulders, and Tubbo’s laughing hard enough to be doubled over in the grass, despite the gentle shove from Niki and the cautious look from Eret. He’ll get to Tubbo next- it’s not like his hair is much better, kept out of his eyes only by sheer force of will.
They get to about three steps within each other when Wilbur's voice cuts through the argument.
“What's all this, then?” Tubbo's still choking down his laughter, and Jack's sputtering something about high tech, and they’re all really being incredibly useless, so Tommy asserts himself as the loudest. (And most correct. Obviously.)
“Jack Manifold is insulting the honour of my hair,” he proclaims, drawing himself up. Chest out, shoulders back, head high- just like they were taught.
Wilbur must notice this, because he musses Tommy’s hair gently, not a minute later. Or maybe it’s to prove a point, because it falls back over his eyes, to Wilbur's laugh. Traitor.
“There's enough here to make a shag carpet, Tommy. I don't know if he’s wrong.”
Tommy folds his arms, and- okay, he doesn’t pout. He just… lets his face settle into something more disgruntled.
“I've had bigger things on my mind. things like incredibly important-” incredibly important wars, he realizes he was going to say, moments before the words spill out of his mouth. There’s a line of tension in Eret’s shoulders where there wasn’t before.
He clamps his mouth shut.
“I’ve just been busy, and so have you, and you’re the only one who knows how to get our trim decently,” he finishes.
Around Wilbur's eyes, the exhaustion softens.
“C’mon, Tommy.” Wilbur gestures to a nearby chair, dragged out to the shade. “Sit down, we’ll trim it up to something more respectable.”
Tommy squints at him. He's not sure if the effect comes across the same way, obscured as it is. Which- may be proving Wilbur’s point. Damn it.
Begrudgingly, he slinks over to the chair of shame, letting his steps fall a bit heavier. Niki pats his knee gently, while Eret calls over to Wilbur. “You might need to do Tubbo’s next. goat boy’s going to start bumping into things.”
“I’ll just go around the circle,'' Wilbur laughs. “We all need a little trim and care.”
Reaching up to poke at the curls hanging around Wilbur's face, Tommy arches an eyebrow. “Are you planning to cut your own hair?”
Wilbur waves a hand, before he takes up his position behind Tommy. His fingers are gentle as he sorts through the long mess, a soft snick echoing as he starts cutting away at it.
It's a familiar sound, and Tommy lets himself relax as Wilbur continues combing through the tangles.
“It’s not the first time I would've done that. I can take care of myself too.”
“Doubtful,” Tommy huffs at the same time as Eret murmurs. “That's what they all say, don’t they?”
Wilbur pauses in his actions. Tommy darts a peek at Eret underneath his hair. Niki and Tubbo, engrossed in their debate with Jack, aren’t paying too much attention, but niki sends a fleeting, if concerned look, their way.
They’re technically not wrong. Wilbur can roll his shoulders back and step with military, practiced precision, and it won’t hide the bruises under his eyes that grow by day.
It won’t hide the ever-lengthening shadows on his face, the ink-stains on his fingers that never seem to wash out.
But if Wilbur says not to worry about it- well. There's already a lot on their plate. He knows what he’s doing.
(Right?)
(Right.)
So Tommy squares his shoulders and grins at Eret. “He's a disaster, isn’t he?”
Eret hardly smiles at that. Niki, Jack, Tubbo- they’re all listening now. Tubbo meets his eyes, and sits up fully, rolling his eyes. Silently, Tommy thanks prime.
“There’s a saying about glass houses,” he begins, and Tommy splutters, retracting any and all thanks.
“Oh, don’t you go pulling out the wise shit on me now- I’ll have you know I’m the best around here at-”
“At raising the disaster rates? Yes, yes you are.”
“You’re lucky I'm stuck on this chair,” Tommy points threateningly at Tubbo. “when I’m off of it-”
Tubbo simply pulls out a sword with the same shit-eating grin. “You’ll give me the beating stick?”
“You’ll wish you had the beating stick.” With that lovely parting line, he sticks out his tongue, only to immediately hiss and spit into the grass to the side. Jack cackles.
“Shouldn’t have opened your mouth while your bird’s nest was getting cut!”
“Oh, you-” Wilbur clamps a hand on Tommy's shoulder. He stills immediately.
“Stop wriggling. Your hair doesn’t need to get any worse.”
Tommy narrows his eyes in Wilbur's general direction, but he does settle down. The tension’s dissipated- somewhat, at least. They should be okay.
(Later, he’ll look back. He’ll wonder what Eret saw before them; he’ll wonder if it was the sleepless nights, or the way that Wilbur shies away from a blade outside of dinners and nights reserved for haircuts. He'll wonder if it’s the ashes of letters that pile, and pile.
He’ll wonder if that’s what scared Eret away, and goaded him into lacing the very ground that they had rolled in a play fight on just days earlier.
When he hears it was never meant to be, he’ll wonder if it was a threat. Later, he’ll understand it was the writing littered on crumbling walls. But for now, they sit, and they laugh, on the home that they built.)
ii.
There is, quite simply put, too much happening.
Tubbo sits to his side, kicking his feet over the ledge; Tommy’s insisted they both sit by a railing to hold onto, one of the few that they’ve diverted Wilbur's attention from.
Below them, the ravine buzzes.
Techno is not in the farm- hasn’t been for a bit, in fact. This is the first they’ve seen him around Pogtopia in days.
He's facing Wilbur, in the far corner. Tommy doesn’t take his eyes off of him, while Tubbo nudges him, attention elsewhere.
“Fundy’s arguing with Quackity in the corner,” he mutters. “Think they know something about the Schlatt situation?”
Tommy spares the two a quick look. Fundy's ears are pinned flat against his head; quackity’s eyes are obscured by his sunglasses, but even his printed smile seems strained.
“Could be worth checking out,” Tubbo presses.
“I’m more worried about whatever those two have going on in the corner,” Tommy says tersely. “Wilbur’s not in his right fucking mind as is- and Techno’s not good fucking company.”
“nobody here is,” Tubbo replies, and doesn’t elaborate.
Which is. just fucking great, honestly. Everybody here is either stressed out of their mind, scared out of their mind, or both. This is fine. This is fine.
He forces out a noisy breath that does nothing to calm his racing heart.
“It won’t matter in a few hours,” Tubbo finally adds. “The waiting’s the worst part.”
Tommy forces the image of Tubbo staring down the crossbow, waiting, out of his head, and folds his arms.
“It’s the aftermath that sucks the most, innit?”
“Not really. By then, it’s happened. You can’t change it. There’s no what-ifs. You just move forward. You can’t move while you’re waiting.”
Can they stop with the fucking metaphors?
He works his jaw free from where he’s clenched it tight enough to crack a tooth.
“Think Schlatt’s going to pussy out of it?”
“No.”
Of course it can’t be that easy.
Tubbo leans back, mindful of the bandages winding up his arms. He keeps an ear tilted towards Tommy.
“It depends on how much we corner him,” he amends.
“If he can run to preserve himself? He will. If it’s a last stand? He’ll take us down with him.”
Plant his feet and lower his head for the charge. Great. Just what they fucking need, with Wilbur ready to plant the button, and a trigger-happy anarchist.
Is this how Wilbur felt? ready to scream ‘til his voice cracked, as it kept piling? Tubbo, as schlatt got louder and angrier?
He hates it, honestly.
“Great. So we don’t give him a chance to do either.”
“Easier said than done.” There’s a thoughtfulness to Tubbo’s voice. “Doable, though. The night of- you didn’t see him. If Wilbur’s a mess… Schlatt’s not better.”
Tommy cuts a sideways look. Tubbo's still staring down, not a single emotion escaping the neutrality he’s plastered across his expression.
They’ve all gotten rather good at their masks. Some more than others.
“Hardly coherent. Passed out on the speech he was writing.”
Making a face, Tommy scoots back to fold his legs upon the ledge as well.
“That place sounded like it reeked. It lingered on you for ages.”
“You get used to it,” Tubbo replies. “You get used to a lot of things.”
Down below, someone’s raised their voice. Judging by the stuttering speech- they both swing to look as Wilbur’s voice bounces off of the walls.
A summons, then.
“Time already?”
“Techno said he had something to show us, before… before.”
Tubbo’s expression doesn’t change. Tommy doesn’t need it to, as he watches Tubbo’s ears carefully press against his head before forcibly relaxing again.
He makes sure he steps first into the vault.
Takes the first step towards Schlatt.
(it still doesn’t matter in the end.
it was never meant to be, a sovereign once said.
Tommy’s beginning to think it was an apology.)
iii.
“You know,” Tubbo says. “This would be L'manberg's last life.” He laughs a little as he says this; Tommy can't bring himself to laugh with him, the words sour on his tongue.
They've always held themselves differently.
Tubbo laughs even as he aches, shrugs it off while he bleeds.
Tommy rages, and he rages loudly. He grieves- though he grieves quieter, holds on to his hurt tight enough to bleed.
They have that in common, he guesses.
“You sound like you're already burying it,” he settles on. Tubbo slants a sideways look at him. The fringe of hair curling around his face isn't obscuring his eyes yet; Tommy catches every sharp thought flicking through Tubbo's eyes, and a few that he doesn't know how to read yet.
(This concept of unfamiliarity sits awkwardly in his hands; he's not sure how to hold its weight, so he sets it aside. He can't help but pick at the splinters that it leaves behind.)
“I'm preparing to,” he says simply. He doesn't have to say why. The angel's shadow hangs heavy on their doorstep. So efficient. So practiced. The memory of building their country's coffin lies engraved in their muscles. They sing its funeral hymn in their sleep.
“You're killing it before it's had a chance.”
Tubbo doesn't answer.
A whetstone passes over the sword glittering in his lap once, then twice more. Tommy turns back towards the grid hanging over them.
“Like Schlatt? Or like Wilbur?” Tommy flinches, unexpectedness slamming bodily into shame, a full-body reaction that unbalances him from where he's kicking his feet over the dock's edge; he pulls himself back.
Out of neglect, or out of fear? Do you think it’s because I never understood what L'manberg stood for to us, not like you did? Or because I was too afraid to hope, and look what that did to us, Tubbo doesn't say- or maybe Tommy's just filling in the blanks with fear and a memory of two exiles.
Maybe Tubbo really does just sound tired. Maybe they're all just tired. He swallows hard, and this time reaches out first, to bump Tubbo on the shoulder.
He forces out a breath, and forces them out of his head.
“You were better than either of those two bastards ever were.” Tubbo only raises an eyebrow at him.
He doesn't argue, though, and so they sit. Axe at Tommy's side, sword in Tubbo's hands.
At midnight, the angel's- the blood god's- the smiling god's- hounds bay, a resounding death knell. At midnight, the angel's wings darken their skies.
“It’s not- it’s not dawn,” Tommy shouts to empty air. Around them, the streets murmur, crescendoing to a wail as a wither, then another, then another barrels through their streets. “It’s too early! This isn’t fair!”
It’s too early.
They hadn’t said good-bye.
“This is war, Tommy,” the skies tell him. (At least they graced him with a reply, the tone suggests.) “War isn’t fair.”
None of this is fair. None of it was meant to be, none of it will be.
At dawn, the sun finds them at the bottom of L'manberg's grave.
(What do you do with a country taking its last breath?
You bury it where it can’t hurt.)
#dream smp#kit writes#tommyinnit#tubbo#wilbur soot#eret#nihachu#jack manifold#this fic was like. painful. im used to short oneshots not extended fics but i hope yall enjoy LOLOLOL#let's run west
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Discordancy #2
SUMMARY: Clint and Eris attempt to get some answers. Whether they succeed or not is really up to a matter of opinion.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint/OFC
WORD COUNT: 2,214
WARNINGS: gun violence, alcohol use
A/N: Apologies for my terrible posting tendencies. ADHD is a bitch, y'all.
Tag List: @carissime72
Okay... This looked bad.
Clint slipped as he skidded around the corner of the old building, nearly crashing into a dumpster. Bullets whizzed by, embedding themselves into the brick wall where his head had been a split second before. He popped up for a moment to look around, then ducked and shot off a round. A pained cry and the soft thump of a body told him he’d hit his mark.
“Come on!”
Thin fingers wrapped around his wrist to tug him up and forward with surprising strength. Clint looked back quickly as Eris led him around another corner into shadows, but he saw nothing behind them.
In the back of his mind, Clint wondered how a simple meeting to see what he could wheedle out of the last tech monkey Eris had gone to with the flash drive could have gone so wrong. Warning sirens had started blaring in his gut when she had given a non-committal answer to whether she trusted the hacker, and really, Clint knew he should have listened, but common sense had never been his forte. Throw in a pretty face, and Clint was likely to walk blind into any danger so long as he could help.
So really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when—shortly after refusing to rat on the mysterious “them” that had left their signature in the file’s encryption—several dozen rather unfriendly men greeted them at the door and began showering them with bullets.
Ragged breathing filled the narrow, darkened alley. He didn't know if any of their pursuers were still alive after that car bomb Eris had set off, but Clint knew that neither of them would last much longer. He leaned a little heavier against the rough brick, mindful of the small woman trapped between himself and the wall.
“Those were trained soldiers, Eris,” spoke Clint in a harsh whisper. “Why are trained soldiers trying to kill us?”
“I don’t know; I swear!”
A split-second catch of clambering boots was all the warning Clint got. Diving to the ground with Eris in tow, a shot rang out, and brick exploded above them.
“There! End of the alley!”
Clint didn’t bother to look at what Eris had noticed—only scrambled to follow her lead as he changed out his magazine and shot down the three enemies that had made their way into the mouth of the alley. So naturally, when Eris stopped abruptly and started climbing a fire escape, Clint skidded to a halt only to stumble into a pile of old trash bags.
Eris poked her head down from the first landing of the fire escape. “Come on! They’re catching up again!”
Groaning, Clint groped for his gun and aimed blindly behind him, firing off two shots that—according to the low whistle of appreciation earned from Eris—met their marks. He grumbled as he got to his feet, brushing off bits of off-color leftovers. Handing his gun up to Eris, Clint grabbed onto the bottom rung and began the ascent to take their chase to the rooftops.
The pair nearly collapsed as they entered the front lobby of the hotel, too exhausted to bother caring about the looks they were receiving from less-informed guests. Whoever it was that had been chasing them, they had continued to make their presence known even from the rooftops, hunting them right up to the gates of their sanctuary.
Lucky for them, even these crime lords respected the power of Hotel Soteria, and as soon as they had crossed over the threshold, all signs of their pursuers had disappeared. Still, they had gotten close today; but now Clint had something to work with. Now, they knew it was an organization, and not just a lone person out for revenge. Eris was one step closer to being free from danger.
Or at least he hoped she would be.
Clint looked over at Eris only to catch her looking back, and all at once the pair crumpled to the floor in a fit of laughter.
“I think we need a ‘holy shit we didn’t die’ celebratory drink.”
“I think I need five.”
Hopping to his feet with more energy than he thought he could muster, Clint held out a hand to help Eris up as well. But with adrenaline still coursing through him, he pulled her up too fast, and ended up tackled back onto the ground.
“One day, you’re going to have to explain how you’re so weirdly strong, woman,” Clint winced, rubbing the back of his head.
“One day, you’ll understand basic physics, and I won’t have to.”
Clint huffed out an incredulous laugh at her teasing retort and let himself be pulled back to his feet much more gently than he had tried before. Stumbling together fully into the lobby, shaky, disbelieving laughter built up between them. Laughter that was cut short by the curt clearing of a throat and the expectant eyes of The Concierge.
“Miss Eris, Ronin, welcome back.” The placid, disquieting smile of the attendant had Clint’s hackles raised in an instant. Next to The Concierge stood a mousy, unassuming man in a boxy suit with something much less placating bleeding into the curve of his smile. “This man has requested an audience with you, Miss Eris. In one of our upper-level board rooms.”
Eris froze. Clint could see the slow fear creep over her, dawning in hesitant eyes that plead for him to come with her. Clearing his throat, Clint stepped forward to tell the man to lead the way, but before he could, The Concierge stopped him.
“Just Miss Eris.”
He looked back, reluctance plain on his face. But they knew the rules.
“I’ll just be in the lounge, ‘kay? I’ll get our drinks and a table for us.”
Eris slowly nodded, chewing on her lip, and let The Concierge escort her to the elevators. Exhaustion fell heavy on Clint as soon as the doors closed on her weak smile, and he began making his way into the lounge. The stress of the day made itself known in every fiber of his muscles, but honestly Clint could not see it as anything but a win. They had returned to the hotel with more information than when they started, and for once, Clint could say he escaped a chase without falling from a building or breaking any bones.
All things considered, it had been a good day.
Then, the look on Eris’s face as she was corralled away flashed in his mind, and Clint reconsidered. Sighing, he settled in at the bar, raising a hand to catch The Bartender’s attention and order his and Eris’s usual celebratory drink. Whatever had just happened, whatever conspiracy was going on, they were alive. And Clint would celebrate that win while he still could.
One drink turned into two, and two into three as Clint waited with impatient agitation. A half an hour later, and still no sign of Eris. Clint was about to get up and ask for the current Concierge to check on them when the telltale flash of silver-white signaling Eris’s presence appeared at the entrance. He sat back down, tension bleeding from his shoulders as soon as she came into view.
“And here I thought I’d been stood up,” he tried to joke, refusing to give life to all the possible scenarios that worried at his mind. Eris didn't respond. Mouth set into a grim line, she took the cocktail held out to her and chugged it without taking a breath. She slammed the glass down, and reached for Clint's drink as well. He didn't stop her, too concerned by what could have happened in that meeting to make Eris so perturbed. She stared hard at the bar top for a moment, brows furrowed as she chewed on her lip. He could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she processed what had happened. When she finally spoke, it was uncharacteristically quiet.
"It's a job offer."
Clint stilled at the words, eyes locked on a curtain of silver-dyed hair, waiting for her to continue.
"The man... Mr. Whateverhisnamewas, he said he represents an organization that 'recognizes my talent and potential.’" The words were disbelieving as they left her lips. "He apologized for the miscommunication in the delivery of the package. Said it wasn't intended as a threat."
The new information should have been a good thing—should have meant his job here was done and he could say goodbye for good. But the look in Eris's eyes was not one of relief. "Well," Clint started, unsure of the words even as he spoke them, "you can just decline their offer and go your separate ways right? Did he even say what organization it was?"
The furrow in between her brows deepened as Eris shook her head. "No. No, he didn't. And..." She trailed off, a vain attempt to swallow down the fear that coated her tongue. "I don't think they’re going to let me decline."
"What?"
"Whoever they are, their representative made it pretty clear that declining the job was not a choice on the table."
"...Fuck."
The curse hung heavy in the muted silence between them. It was a rare moment in Clint's experience that could render Eris speechless, and though they never lasted long, it was always a sign of something worse to come. Sure enough, Eris soon broke the spell, tossing back the last of Clint's drink and bringing it back down hard onto the lacquered bar top.
"Thanks for everything, Ronin." Sadness tinged the edges of her fatigue-worn words even as she tried to hide it with a smile. "I know it was a risk coming back here for you. I'm glad I got to see you at least one more time."
The look on Eris's face sent worry ringing through Clint's chest and made his next decision for him. "Of course I came, Er. Now, go up to your room, clean out your shit, and meet me back in mine."
"Why?"
"Because you're too smart for whatever stupid plan you're thinking of going through with right now." With that, he stood up and began to make his way to The Concierge. Clint still had several favors with old contacts, and tonight seemed as good as any to cash in on them.
After several hours of trades, negotiations, and errands, Clint collapsed on the bed of his hotel room next to Eris, too exhausted to bother turning on the lights. He had done as much as he could to prep for what he had planned but knew it was still a risk, one he wished he could give warning for. Instead, he answered the question he knew was burning in his ex-partner's mind.
"We're leaving first thing in the morning; got a bit of a trip ahead of us. I'm gonna take us to someone who can help."
Burrowing deeper under the covers, Eris murmured her acknowledgement. An ache stirred in Clint's chest as he glanced over at the small woman somehow sprawled over half the bed.
"Hey, Eris?" he questioned.
"Mhm?"
"Why do you do this?" He waited a moment only to receive a noise of confusion as Eris shifted around. "I mean, you're clearly one of the brilliant minds of your generation. Even just knowing that you're some type of prodigy in the demolitions field, I know you could’ve done literally anything you wanted with your future and been ridiculously successful. So, uh, why are you an international criminal constantly on the run instead?"
A resigned sigh made Clint turn on his side to face her. He could just barely see the furrow in her brow as she stared down at the comforter between them. "Remember when I told you I have trouble working with others?” Clint nodded. “Well, consider being told your whole life that you're the smartest, the best—that you're made to do great things... if only you were more obedient, more compliant, stopped being so loud and relentless. 'If you just calmed down, you could make something great out of yourself.'” Eris gave a derisive snort. “I got tired of being told I could be successful in life if only I just wasn't..." she hesitated for a moment, "wasn’t myself. Eventually, I decided if the world didn't want me as I was, then I'd find somewhere that appreciates me as I am."
It wasn't until Eris let her eyes finally close and nuzzled into his tricep that Clint realized how close they had gotten during her explanation. "At least now I'm respected for my skill and feared for my personality," she mumbled, voice weighed down by sleep.
Clint reached out to tuck a few shining strands of silver out of her face and sighed, "All of them were idiots for treating you like that. But I promise you, you can have a life on the straight and narrow where all anyone wants to do is see you shine."
Calm, even breathing washed over the skin of his arms as he finished talking. Staring down at the woman he always tried so hard not to be consumed by, Clint couldn't help but place a quiet kiss to her temple before giving in to sleep himself.
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ch. 6
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"I got everything you asked for including the extra lawn chairs. How many people are you expecting anyway?"
Braelin stirred the baked beans before putting them back in the oven "Thirty give or take."
"Thirty?"
"Look, obviously it's getting harder to hide my pregnancy. I'm gaining two pounds a day and I haven't even entered my third trimester. So I figured I get it over with and let everyone know before they hear it from someone else."
Briyanna nodded "Is Roman coming?"
"Yea, he's coming."
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
Braelin laughed almost nervously "No, but I extended the invitation to him a while ago so it would be weird if I went back on it. Besides, his mom and sisters are flying in as well."
Briyanna knew that Braelin didn't always have the best judgment when it came to anything pertaining to Roman and inviting Roman and his family to this barbecue has proven to be no different. Her first instinct as the big sister was to intervene but at the same time, she knew what stress could do to a pregnant woman so she decided it was probably best not to add to it.
Braelin peeked over her shoulder at her big sister who was noticeably quiet "I know what you're thinking."
"I'm sure you do but in the event of full disclosure, I think this could get hella messy. But I want you to know that this is a celebration for your and you're—"
"Twins, I'm having twins."
Briyanna's eyes widen "What?"
Braelin nodded rubbing her belly "There's two growing in here."
"I'm— I don't. Are you ok with this?"
Braelin shrugged "I'm ok with it now that I've had time to process it. One was a lot but two almost seemed like too much to handle. But I'm grateful for this journey. I feel like I have a purpose outside of wrestling now that my career is basically over."
"I still think you're giving it too much. Your career is far from over."
"It's definitely shortened thanks to my knee injury but I'm ok. I want to raise my kids."
Briyanna smiled at hearing that. It's only been a few short months and it's obvious that this pregnancy is doing wonders for her sister's maturity. "Well, whatever you decide I'm here for you and" she jumped off the counter to place kisses all over her sisters baby bump "my little munchkins."
Keyon took a moment to assist the scene between his little sisters "Did I miss something?"
Braelin sighed "Nothing, outside the fact that I'm pregnant with twins."
Keyon practically threw the grocery bags on the table before swinging Braelin around in his arms "Baby sister! Are you good? I mean are you aight? You need me to get you something?"
Braelin laughed because Keyon reacted just like this after finding out about all three of Briyanna's kids "I'm tired and hungry all of the time but other than that I'm ok."
"I'm assuming Mama and Daddy don't know yet?"
Braelin shook her head walking over to retrieve the bags from the table "No, that's why I'm having this barbecue so please don't say anything."
Keyon held up his hands "I won't. But I do want y'all to know that mama finna look at me sideways since y'all have given her grandbabies and I didn't."
Briyanna rolled her eyes "I'm sure there are probably six or seven different mini Keyon's running around here somewhere. You hoe."
Braelin threw her head back and laughed. Keyon, on the other hand, look almost affronted "First of all, I don't dip my—"
Briyanna held up her hand "Don't even go there."
Keyon winked "So how does Big D feel about being a father."
Braelin's eyes widen "He's—"
"Surprised." Dante said wrapping both arms around his girl's waist "It's almost as if it's happening to someone else. But the best thing about this is, is that I've got our future mapped out so I couldn't be more excited about this new journey." he said looking down at his baby girl "I'm not going anywhere."
Braelin smiled before kissing him on the lips. Could this man be any more perfect?
"I'm happy for yall. For real." Keyon said before giving Dante a bro hug "Welcome to the family."
"We're not engaged."
"Y'all created a life together that bond is more divine than any marriage in my opinion."
Briyanna who noticed how tense Braelin had suddenly gotten thought it was time to change the subject "Keyon, Zayden will be here soon so I think you and Dante should get started on the grill."
Keyon rolled his eyes "Damn, just say you want us to leave and we'll leave."
Briyanna balled up a piece of aluminum foil and tossed it at her big brother's head.
Dante laughed, grabbing the rack of ribs and seasoning following Keyon outside the door.
"Thank you," Braelin mumbled.
"No problem. Was that always the plan?"
Braelin ran a hand through her hair "No, but I mean people are going to assume, right? I mean since Dante and I are together—"
"No one would expect the alternative and if you're not ready to come clean this is probably what's best."
Braelin nibbled on her bottom lip. There was no way Roman was going to go along with this especially since he has every intention of telling the truth when the time was right. But what about her? was she really willing to take on that kind of stress? She was never one to back down but this was something she couldn't defend or was willing to do so.
"I think this is for the best. I'll talk to them both tonight before making the announcement."
Briyanna wrapped her arms around her baby sister. She knew this wasn't going to be easy on anyone but it had to be done.
Janelle was always a person who thought of herself as a woman who was sought after. She was a strong, beautiful, intelligent, hardworking and self-made career woman. She was the total package. Any man in their right mind would kill to have a woman like her carrying their last name. So you can imagine her surprise that her husband and college sweetheart cheated on her not once but twice with the same woman. Hearing that kind of shit opened a door full of insecurities that she never knew existed. Roman claimed that the other woman didn't mean anything to him. Apparently, they had a few drinks at a bar a few months ago after a house show and one thing led to another. That, of course, didn't give him a pass especially since he somehow managed to fuck the same woman while she was away in Seattle. But she prayed on it and left it to god to determine what was next for her and Roman and right now he was telling her not to give up on her marriage.
"I forgive you."
Roman looked over at her in the passenger seat "What?"
"I hate what you did and there's a part of me that wants to hurt you the way you hurt me, but— I can't. I know It's going to take me a while to trust you but I think what we have is worth fighting for."
"We'll talk about it after the party."
Janelle frowned "That's all you have to say to me?"
Roman shook his head "I'm not trying to upset you and that's why I think we should discuss this later. Now it is about having a good time with our friends and family, Can we do that?"
Janelle didn't look at all placated but she nodded anyway. The rest of the drive to Braelin's house was filled with silence.
"I brought chips and your favorite dessert."
Braelin beamed "Upside down Pineapple cheesecake! What did I do to deserve this?"
Patricia wrapped the small woman in a hug "Consider this a gift for a woman who has everything."
"I don't have everything. At least not everything I want."
Sika walked before walking into the kitchen "Well, isn't that a loaded statement."
"I'm just saying that a girl can have more if she wants. All she has to do is—"
"Work a little harder."
Braelin smiled at the new guest "Hi, daddy!"
Richard placed the large bowl potato salad down on the counter before kissing the young woman on the forehead "I was wondering when you were finally going to throw a cookout in this big ole palace you call a house."
Braelin rolled her eyes "Daddy, please. This is no palace, you and mama are living larger than I am."
"Well, when you're mama finally retires we'll be living somewhere in the Bahamas like we planned on after you kids graduated from college."
"We told you to say the word and we can have you and mama living on a yacht in no time."
Richard grinned at Roman "You've always been a good man" he said pulling Roman into a hug. "How are you doing, son?"
"I'm good, Pop. What about you?"
Richard shrugged "I don't have to cook so I'm doing great."
Carol cut her eye at her husband "And who said you weren't going to cook Richard?"
Richard gave Sika a look who laughed "Well, a man can dream. Come on Sika. Let's go see what theses boys are out here burning up."
Patricia shook her head "How are you doing sweetheart?"
Roman kissed his mother on the cheek "I'm fine mom."
Braelin looked between Roman and Patricia and thought it was best to leave them alone "Mama can you help me finish setting up outside?" Carol nodded before following her daughter outside.
Patricia grabbed her son's face when his eyes remained trained on Braelins retreating frame "Is that what's bothering you?"
"No, Janelle and I are having a hard time getting this family thing started. That's all."
"Well, these things don't happen overnight for some people but I'm sure it'll happen soon enough."
Roman wanted nothing more than to tell his mother the truth about his impending fatherhood but it wasn't the right time. Not until he talked to Braelin about their next steps. "Maybe you're right."
"You haven't realized by now that mama always knows best."
Roman smiled pulling his mother into a hug.
Janelle made a plate of fruit salad before sitting down at the long table. Naomi, who joined the party along with Jimmy, Jey, Jey's wife Tamika and Rikishi about an hour ago sat down next to her.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Janelle smiled sadly "I'm just—do you ever feel like you're in a battle you can't win. Even when you didn't know it was a battle, to begin with?"
Naomi sat back in her chair "It depends on the situation. I feel like that all-time in my career. As gifted as I know I am, I'm always overlooked. I start thinking maybe I'm not as good as I think I am or that maybe someone else has that something I don't. But doubting myself does more for the people who want to see me lose than myself. I know what I'm worth and my goal is to make sure everyone else sees it and not forgets it."
Janelle soaked up Naomi's words "Thank you. That really helped."
Naomi squeezed Janelle's hand "I'm glad I can help."
Naomi knew Janelle was feeling unsure of herself at the moment. She also knew that Janelle was a smart woman. Janelle knew there was something off with her husband and despite how accurate she might be Janelle keeping Roman is what was best for everyone and she may not realize it now but it's definitely what's best for Braelin.
Dante walked into the kitchen with an empty bowl of barbecue sauce. "Everyone looks like they're having a good time."
Braelin smiled up at him "I'm glad. With everything that's happening I'm glad I can make this happen."
Dante kissed her lips "You taste like peaches."
Braelin pushed him playfully "Behave. My parents are outside."
Dante smirked down at his little beauty "Is that a challenge?"
Braelin squealed attempting to run away from her boyfriend but was quickly caught and pulled into his arms "I'm going to tell everyone about the babies."
"Are you?"
Braelin nodded "and I think we should tell everyone you're the father of my babies."
Dante raised a brow "What did Roman say?"
"What did Roman say about what?"
Braelin practically jumped at the sound of his voice "Damn it, Roman. Where the hell did you come from?"
Roman ignored her question instead of looking in between Dante and Braelin "Do I know what?"
Braelin sighed "I'm telling everyone tonight that I'm pregnant and I think— I think it's best if we tell them Dante is the father."
Roman's jaw clenched "There's no way that's fucking happening."
"It's probably what's best for every—"
"You're trying to have another man replace me as the father my fucking kids. Mine." he hissed.
"Their not fucking toys, Rome." Dante hissed back.
Braelin looked at Dante who was getting angry himself. She thought it was time to intervene "Ok, listen. I know this isn't ideal and it feels like I'm hitting you guys with bullshit after bullshit but what else can we do that wouldn't make this harder for everyone else?"
Roman ran a hand across his beard "This isn't about everyone else this is about our family."
"And whether or not you want to admit it I'm a part of the family and in case you need further calcification I'm not going anywhere." Dante chimed.
Roman only laughed taking a step towards the couple "That's your plan, big D. You think you can replace me in her life?"
Dante shook his head stepping around Braelin "I'm not the biological father of her kids. You hold that honor but she's my girlfriend and whether you like it or not that's my honor playboy."
Braelin went to intervene "Guys—"
Keyon stepped in the kitchen "Y'all good?"
Braelin sighed in relief "Are the ribs done?"
Keyon looked between Dante and Roman and back again at Braelin "You ok baby sis?"
"I'm fine. I'm just hella hungry right now. " She said leaving the kitchen to join the party that seemed oblivious to the tension that was happening inside the kitchen.
Dante went to follow Braelin but Keyon stopped him "Listen, I don't know what's going on between y'all three but whatever it is y'all need figure out a way to deal with it. Braelin is pregnant and the last thing she needs is all this extra bullshit between y'all stressing her out."
Roman knew Keyon was doing what any big brother did and that was protecting his sister and for that, he couldn't be more thankful to Keyon as a man and as a father. Roman looked over at Dante who was clearly having similar thoughts. "You don't have to worry about that. We all want what's best for Brae and I think I can speak for everyone when I say we'll do damn near anything to ensure she's getting the best. Now if you don't excuse me those ribs are calling me."
"What was that about?"
Dante picked up a new bowl of barbecue sauce before heading outside "You heard what Rome said. We all just want the best for Braelin."
Keyon didn't know what the hell was going on but he was definitely going to find out.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Braelin added more fruit to the already thinning fruit salad "What are you talking about? I haven't stopped talking since the party started."
"Well, you haven't said much to your mama."
Braelin smiled "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make sure things are perfect. With all the craziness I think we all deserve it."
Mama Carol took the bowl of fruit out of her daughter's hand "I'm sure the fruit salad will remain a crowd favorite. I know somethings going on with you and I want—"
"Mama, I'm fine. But there is something going on with me and before you ask I will let you know everything soon, I promise." She kissed her mother on the cheek before scanning the area for Roman who was talking to Janelle.
Naomi and Briyanna noticed and decided now was the perfect time to make the big announcement. "Are you ready?" Briyanna asked standing beside her baby sister.
No, she wasn't ready. Braelin knew Dante was willing to go along with the plan if that was what she wanted to do. But Roman was completely against it and rightfully so. "I can't go along with this if Roman isn't ok with it and before you say anything I owe it to him as the father of my babies to get his approval. It wouldn't be right otherwise."
Briyanna nodded in understanding she knew what it would cost Roman to have another man claim responsibility and although it would be the best option for everyone it would further complicate things when the truth finally comes out. "I think you need to do what's best for you and the babies. Don't worry about Roman, Janelle and Dante. Worry about you and the babies."
"But I thought you said—"
Briyanna nodded "I know what I said and I was wrong. It was terrible big sister advice and I think you should completely ignore me."
Braelin laughed "This didn't help me at all."
"I know and I'm sorry."
Both girls laughed.
"I think I'm going to tell them the news and I'll deal with the rest later."
Briyanna grabbed Braelin's hand to give a reassuring squeeze "I like your idea better."
Braelin turned off the music which prompted everyone to look in her direction "First of all, I want to thank everyone for attending my first cook out. We all work so hard with working, traveling and whatnot and we don't really have time to spend moments like this together so I just wanted to thank you all for coming and I love you all dearly for it."
"Yeet! We love you too, Brae." Jey yelled.
"Yea, take that beer away from him, Tamika." Seth added, causing everyone to laugh.
"If he says yeet one more time I'm going to bury him in your backyard, Braelin." That was Dean.
Renee smacked Dean upside the head "Will you guys shut up. You're ruining Braelin's speech."
"The floor is yours queen, B."
Braelin smirked "Thank you, Becky and Renee. But, I did bring you all here for another reason. My decision to retire due to my knee injury was sudden but it wasn't the only reason for my retirement."
Jimmy looked over at Naomi who didn't seem at all surprised by this announcement "What's going on, Bug?"
Braelin looked over at Roman across the yard and at Dante who was standing next to her "I retired because four months ago I found out I was pregnant" She said revealing her baby bump "with twins. I'm having a boy and a girl."
Silence
More silence until Braelin was engulfed in two sets of arms that belonged to her parents.
Congratulations, cheers, and tears were shared between her friends and family. Everyone but one. Janelle was a smart woman and after remembering what Roman had told her knew that his first time cheating on her was a few months ago. Maybe even four months ago after a house show and considering the timing, it was more than possible that her husband was the father of Braelin's unborn babies and if that's the case:
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
AN: I'm sorry it took so long but the muse works when it wants to and due to this Pandemic I have more than enough to brainstorm and put together a chapter for you all. I hope you're all taking care of yourself during this time. Don't forget to wash your hands, don't touch your face and remain indoors. Stay safe and Happy Reading!
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Episode 17 - “Bamboozle Me Faster So I Can Go To Sleep” - Sarah (FINALE)
Okay so Caeleb went out last round by a 4-3 vote against Sarah, in which, was surprised Sarah got that many votes, as I had thought Stoner was getting the votes over Sarah from the other side. End of the day though, didn't really affect much, as target still went to jury, although was by far the toughest vote yet that I have had to make, as I really do personally like Caeleb, he was just too big a threat to be keeping around. Now, I made the final 6, got a jigsaw immunity to try to win, or at least, one of myself, Stoner, Sarah or Tommy win this immunity, to keep the power on our side. Then, my ideal this round would actually be Eve going over Kevin, but, I have a feeling my side will probably want to rather target Kevin. So, will see what occurs, and go from there. If anything, might even do a vote split if one of us 4 win immunity, but time will tell. Anyways, it's surreal to believe that this game is almost over, and hoping to make final 5!
well........ y'all its a sad day, caeleb went home last night, 4-3 myself and eve in the minority with him, and its not looking too good for us. BUT WAIT RIGHT THERE.... i wake up and look in my bag and my CINNAMON APPLE CAELEB GAVE ME THE LEGACY ADVANTAGE !!!!! this acts as an idol at the final 6 which means I'm not going home !!!!! This is an incredible feeling but it still only gets me to the final 5, I have to play out from there until the end. I'm in a tricky situation with eve who I trust, but with this immunity being a puzzle i think if i really tried i could have a good shot at winning but do i risk winning 2 immunities in a row and THEN on top of that playing an advantage?? my threat level would increase SO MUCH, but it might be what i need, i dont see myself in the position to make any big flashy strategic moves in this end game, meaning i have to make a statement some other way to the jury. But do I risk losing the last 2 immunities?? It's an incredibly tough call that I have to make before i would like because i work through the challenge deadline and the first 2 hours of tribal, so i really need to get my shit together soon. I'm a lot of things but a quitter is not ones, im not in an ideal position but at least im in any position, better this than ponderosa. I just have to make the best move WHATEVER that is, and hope that it pays off in the longrun. Do i pitch a final 3 to tommy?? Would he take me to the end? Do i try and rekindle with sarah/stoner or do I bank on my relationship with darcy is enough to keep me in? So many factors, so little time, so many possibilities. Survivor gods please be on my side. Please.
Eve I love you and you're great, but you pushed way too hard to know what my vote was, then tried to vote me out. Even if I'm a goat, I'm not THAT stupid 👀
Also. Even if I don't get individual immunity, I fuckin LOVE PUZZLES
I can't believe I made it to the finale after this crazy season but it's no time to slow down I'm in the Final 6 and I need to keep playing hard because now I can be in a vulnerable position after flipping last tribal. I just need to make sure I don't go home tonight, or Darcy, or Stoner. Right now I think I can potentially win if I get to the end with the people I'm planning to so I just need to keep trying my hardest to stay afloat in this game, keep moving towards the goal and doing my best. Hopefully I end up on top! :)
CHRIS IS VOTED OUT
Final 5 and I feel like I already lost the game, but as long as they keep me I'm going to keep fighting until the end and try to win at final tribal council if I''m able to survive. I think if I can survive tonight's Final 5 tribal I have a really good shot at making it to Final 3 so it's all about making it to Final 3 at this point because I need to be there to have a shot at winning.
BAMBOOZLE ME FASTER SO I CAN GO TO SLEEP. But hey last tribal was spicy as hell idk how I keep being so stupid STONER YOU FOOL. I'm voting Darcy because I'm salty about being lied to, if I get voted out this round I'm ok with it because I made it this far anyways and I think I played an honest ass game. I'd rather go down with some dignity and no sense of moral turmoil and guilt (cough cough stoner) than go lying through my teeth to people I kinda like talking to. Also I watched tribal at 2am and never went to sleep again and am moderately delirious so catch me on no beauty sleep tonight only <3
IM IN THE FINAL 5 BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I WON IMMUNITY AND IM IN THE FINAL 4, BY 1 FREAKING POINT!!!! god bless...... i didnt confess last round so lets jump back... actually i might've but not after that TRIBAL. So basically i won immunity and had the legacy advantage which meant me and eve were in the final 5, but not everyone knew that, when i did my talking it seemed as though the consensus was DARCY... or so i thought, but either way I didnt want darcy out which meant I had to do something, despite eve wanting darcy too with my legacy advantage being the key component to that whole round I knew stoner had to go home after our last conversation together, practically threatening me and telling me im a big threat and im gonna go home, all while cockily saying he's not going anywhere, and continuously talking about how keeping him is good because he's gonna do what's "convenient" but guess what stoner, you can't reason with convenience, so he had to go. so I told eve we should do stoner instead, the threat of him having an idol had been around since the final 7 and with next round the last time to play one and my legacy being good until 6 i was in a tricky spot, so I swapped mine and eves votes to stoner and luckily they split they're votes somehow for some reason and after eves 2 were cancelled the vote was 2-2 which could have ended up as a tie but with myself and eve both SAFE we had nothing to lose to campaign at tribal why stoner should go and how we aren't going to flip our votes, in the end it worked and 4-0. After tribal i approach sarah considering her allies just blindsided her to which i am presented with the idea that she wants DARCY gone, cracks were already forming which is JUST WHAT I WANTED, i knew stoner was the glue holding sarah and darcy together if at all considering each of their relationships to him, so cutting him out broke the ice on the darcy vs sarah fued. Fast forward to now, i win immunity after a STRESSFUL FUCKING DAY OF THIS CHALLENGE, but i won so im GRATEFUL. Anyways it seems like people still wanna do Darcy, tommy and eve included, HOWEVER, if i had it my way tommy would go home tonight, he's a big physical threat and if FIC is a pressure cooker I don't see myself beating him, and if i can use this to keep darcy on my side and potentially protect me if eve flips on me at four then thats great, if not that then darcy and sarah can continue to be at each others throats while me and eve go to the final 3.
DARCY IS VOTED OUT
SARAH IS VOTED OUT
Tonight is final trial! I need all the luck I can get, tonight it the determining factor that will show who the winner of this long chaotic season will be, stay tuned!
FINAL TRIBAL COUNCIL TAKES PLACE
Well tonight after final tribal council it feels like I have no chance, I was thrown off by nicole (Rightfully so) and didn't know how to recover. Ive learned how Egotistical and how much of a bully people see me as.
I really dont see a point in winning a game if people think im those things.
I really hope kevin gets his second win and joins the ranks of 2 time winners, he really deserves it, hes so kind and has been typing to me while i was crying after that all.
To say the least, I dont know what else to say in this game, I had a lot of fun getting to know people. I played hard, but unfortunately I guess I need to do some self work from the sounds of it. Maybe I'm just taking Nicoles speech about me to hard, but i really thought me and her made up. Clearly, theres still some things that need to be discussed between the two of us. I never meant to hurt anyones feelings, put down anyone, or make people feel like they where beneath me, but I guess i did, and I have to own that now. This game really has reminded me of why 1) I am in this community because of the AMAZING PEOPLE ive met and 2) Why i need to take a break from them, because at the end of the day, I clearly have a lot to work on to make sure im not an egotistical bully, for some reason those words stuck with me more than anything else that was said tonight.
Thank you monty and gage for the AMAZING season and the good times, sorry if my game was not as good as it could be.
I feel like ive crawled my way up from the bottom so many times. And here I am sitting at FTC, feeling on the bottom again.
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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 13
Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 13- A Steve x OFC fanfiction
author: jrubalcaba
featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Collins x Steve Rogers
word count: 1625 words
rating: PG
warnings: cussing, shooting the bird
A/N: shout out to @celeb-fest for her beta work.
I felt so nervous. Today was a big deal. It wasn't just Bruce's birthday, at least for me. Today has the potential to change my life. I've been incredibly anxious all day long, and now, it's go time.
Once I was done getting ready, I pulled Bruce's present out of its hiding place and walked out to the living room. Everyone but Bruce was there, waiting on him. I walked up to Steve, putting my arm around his waist as he kissed the top of my head. “Hey baby. You bring your present?” he asked. I nodded and held it up.
“Yep. Got it right here. I just want y'all to know,” I spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention, “that my gift is going to out-do all of yours, so don't feel bad.” There were ‘haha’s or ‘whatever’s in response.
“Dr. Banner is on his way here in the elevator,” F.R.I.D.A.Y announced. We all stood quietly, waiting for him to arrive. The doors opened and Bruce stepped out, slowly walking over to where we were assembled.
“Uh...good evening. Something I should know about?” he asked warily. We all laughed before Tony walked forward and handed him an envelope.
“Happy Birthday Bruce. We all got you something, and we're all going out for dinner tonight, in your honor.” Bruce smiled before opening his gift.
“You guys don't have to do that. A trip to Bora Bora? Thanks Tony.” The men embraced before Natasha and Sam walked up with their gift. “A bottle of the finest vodka and the finest bourbon. Thanks guys.”
One by one everyone gave Bruce their gift. Thor also gave him liquor, but it was for ‘the other guy’. Rhodey and Sam got Bruce snowboarding lessons and a chance to go skydiving. Wanda and Vision went in together and got him a full hour massage session. Steve, Bucky and Alice booked Bruce some time at a local boxing gym, their services included. Clint gave him a stress free weekend at his farm, along with pictures drawn by Clint’s kids. Finally, it was my turn.
“Alright everyone, glad y'all saved the best for last,” I joked as I stepped forward. Everyone laughed as I handed the present to Bruce, my heart racing and hands trembling slightly. He chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off and opening the box. He paused as he read the front of the document inside, before he hurriedly sat on the nearby couch. My heart jumped up into my throat as he read more of the paperwork. After a moment, he glanced up at me, eyes brimming with tears.
“Is this for real?” He asked shakily. I nodded, sniffling as I tried to keep my own tears at bay. He looked back at the papers and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen. He stood up and grabbed me in a bear hug. I hugged him back and we stood there, the rest of the team sharing puzzled looks. After a while, we broke apart, before Bruce picked up the paperwork and walked over to the bar, looking for a pen.
“Uh Bruce? What's going on? What's in the box?” Tony asked hesitantly. Bruce finally located a pen and began to sign the document, answering Tony as he flipped pages.
“Evie gave me the best gift ever,” he called over his shoulder. He finished signing the last page with a flourish and turned to face everyone. “These are adoption papers. As soon as these are filed, Evie will officially be my daughter.” There was a collective gasp, followed by an ‘aww’ from Wanda.
“That is the sweetest thing I've ever seen,” she cooed. I could see that most of the team didn't understand, so I explained.
“Growing up, I was passed around from relative to relative. By the time I would get settled in, I was dumped onto the next person. I don't remember my real parents, and all I know about them is that I severely cut in on their drug habits.” I looked over at Bruce and smiled fondly. “So, for Bruce to take me under his wing the way he did has meant the world to me. And since he has no children of his own, this is a win-win for both of us.” Nods and murmurs of agreement came from everyone.
“Well, it looks like we have more to celebrate than just Bruce,” Tony declared, clapping his hands. I shook my head as everyone made to board the elevator.
“No this is still just Bruce's day. These won't be official for a while, and that's even if they're approved.” Tony looked put out, and I grinned. “Don't worry Tony. If and when these are approved and certified, we can all celebrate then. Promise.” He smiled at that before motioning for me to enter before him.
Once we were all in, the elevator closed and we descended to the garage. Bucky, Alice, Steve and I all got into my Jeep, and we headed to the restaurant that Tony had reserved for us.
“So adoption?” Steve started. I chuckled before grabbing his hand.
“Yes. I didn't want anyone to know, otherwise I would have told you first.” I didn't think this would bother Steve.
“No it's fine. Just never saw it coming is all.” He squeezed my hand as he followed Tony through the traffic. I could tell he was still tense about something, as he avoided my eyes.
“Just think Steve. Now you have someone you can get permission from,” Bucky pointed out.
“Permission for what?” I asked, turning to stare at him.
“Buck…” Steve warned.
“Bucky, drop it,” Alice chimed in. He grinned at her before turning back to me.
“You're Steve's girlfriend right?” I nodded in confirmation. He snuck a peek at Steve before going on.
“James Buchanan Barnes, shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you,” Steve growled, their eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Alice slapped her hand over his mouth in an attempt to shut him up before he went too far, but he was able to lean away and keep talking, smirking at Steve.
“What's the one thing that an old-fashioned guy like Steve would want to ask his girlfriend’s dad for permission to do?” He looked back at Steve to gauge his reaction. I glanced over too, slightly alarmed at what I saw.
“Steve, relax before you break my car,” I warned. He loosened his grip on my steering wheel before shooting Bucky a death glare. “Take her out? No he's already doing that. Uh…” I trailed off, thinking. “Oh, asking for her hand in mar-” Oh my god. There's no way. Bucky nodded at me knowingly as a literal growl came from Steve. Alice and I made eye contact, worried about the tension between our boys.
We had finally made it to the restaurant parking lot. Steve had barely hit the brakes before Bucky was scrambling out of the door. Steve put the Jeep in park, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and turned the lights off, all in a matter of seconds, before he too was out the door and chasing Bucky down. Alice and I slowly made our way to the rest of the group, watching the two super soldiers throw snow at and chase each other.
“What's going on with those two?” Nat asked as we walked up.
“Bucky let loose a secret and Steve's pissed,” Alice replied. Bucky came running back, Steve hot on his tail. I reached out and grabbed my boyfriend's arm, pulling him towards me, as Alice did the same to Bucky.
“Hey, you guys go ahead. I wanna talk to Steve alone,” I told them. He huffed in defeat as everyone walked into the restaurant, flipping Bucky off as he followed them inside.
“Sorry about that. It's been awhile since we played in the snow. We're not huge fans of it anymore,” he apologized, wrapping his arms around me to warm me up.
“It's ok. Look, if he was being serious, then you don't have to ask for permission. I know it's what men did in your day and age, but nowadays it's not something that's routinely practiced.” Steve was staring at the ground, not wanting to look me in the eyes. “The answer will be ‘yes’ regardless if you get permission or not,” I assured him, ducking to catch his eyes. A smile slowly crept over his face as he realized what I meant.
“That's your answer then?”
“Yes.” He swung me around before setting me back on my feet and kissing me. I smiled against his lips before pulling back. “I'm not into having an audience during moments like this, so I'm good if you are. But, if you had something planned out, go for it. My answer won't change.” He smiled before putting his arm around my shoulder and walking into the restaurant.
“It's good to know your answer and that it won't change. I did have something planned but, if you're ok with this then I won't bother.” He look crestfallen at the thought of not being able to get down on one knee.
“No I want you to do it. I can tell you'll be bummed out if you don't get to do it the way you wanted, so please, by all means, do it,” I offered. He laughed and nodded.
“Ok.”
“Besides, we need a ring first,” I pointed out. I glanced up at him and did a double take. He was smiling his wolfy smile again. “You already have it, don't you?” His smile got bigger before the hostess asked our names.
“Oh, we’re with Tony Stark.” She smiled and led us to the table.
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The 100 (questions that is....not band or TV show)
1. If you were on a 2 hour road trip and could only listen to one song on repeat until the trip was over what song would it be?
idk it would depend. Could be Neck Deep - In Bloom but also if you go with Dream Theater - A Change Of Seasons thats only like 4 plays :)
2. If heaven or hell didn’t exist and wasn’t a reward would you still make an effort in being a good person?
Atheists believe in good.
3. What’s your poison? Vices etc.
JD
4. What’s your favorite thing about your hometown?
the football team lol.
5. Are you a better friend to your friends than they are to you?
It's a mutual thing that we don't really talk lol. I'm a horrible friend to most people but one did say I was angel, which was a compliment cause she’s religious even though I’m not
6. Have you ever ran a red light?
I can't drive, but I ignore traffic signs when walking. They're more of a suggestion than a rule especially in Glasgow.
7. Who is the most influential person in your life?
I influence myself; fuck all y'all.
8. Give me a hot take. What’s the unpopular opinion you stand by?
Love Island is pish
9. What would the ten year old you think about you now?
10yr old me wanted to be an astronaught so idk lol probably disappointed
10. What’s your favorite city to visit/live in?
Town lol I don't do visits
11. Tell me the story of your first kiss.
She asked me out and I was kinda dithering but then just as she was walking away I shouted yes at her like a fucking lunatic and she turned around like "....oh." Then we snogged :P
12. What was your yearbook quote (if you didn’t have one what would it be)?
The romans didnt invent a great civilisations by having meetings. They did it by killing all those who opposed them.
13. What’s a non-sexual turn on for you?
Millie's Cookies <33333
14. Who’s your favorite non-animated movie character?
The wee old dear from Last Train To Busan <3
15. You fall into $10K and you have to spend it on yourself and not bills, what do you buy?
Gig tickets, alcohol and stuff off my list
16. Have you picked names for your children yet?
one
17. Do you have any talents?
I'm very good at singing badly
18. Which would you prefer: Netflix and Chill or iTunes and Chill?
Netflix or iTunes themselves. I ain't got no chill. And no-ones interrupting me if I'm listening to music/watching something
19. Fill in the blank: I want to ____ your _____.
_hug_, _soul_
20. Is once a cheater always a cheater true?
idk people can change but I'd say the relationship is forever ruined. Someone that cheated on me might not cheat again, but I wouldn't trust them anymore.
21. In one word, What was the reason your last relationship failed?
complacency
22. What’s something therapeutic you do when you’re stressed?
listen to music
23. What was your favorite non-Pixar Disney Film?
Big Hero 6
24. Ruin a first date in 5 words or less.
"I like country music" :P
25. Drums or Flats?
I thought this was about music or highheels but google says its about chicken. And I prefer boneless!
26. Do you remember your last dream? What about?
No idea, I don't remember them much I'm just greatful for whatever sleep I can get.
27. Do you want your kids to go to church, synagogue, temple, mosque? why?
Never! I don't want to fill their heads with nonsense and a life of trying to conform to outdated arbitrary rules just so they have a good afterlife.
28. If Gerard Butler, Russell Crowe, and Liam Neeson get into a bar brawl who wins?
The press?
29. Looking back would you have lost your virginity sooner than you did or later?
Sooner. The lateness was not for lack of trying
30. Do you have a favorite book?
Not really but it used to be either Reaper Man or The Hitch-hikers Guide To The Galaxy
31. Fuck Marry Kill?
Do I get to pick my own???????
Fuck - "Main Course"
Marry - hahahaha no
Kill - your hopes and dreams
32. Is college worth it? Why?
Yes because its good to know things and worth it to get a better job so you're not working beside me :)
33. Favorite Cartoon growing up.
idk I can't really remember what I watched.
34. What’s your favorite social media besides tumblr?
I'm on Facebook more but that's just to play games mostly
35. Does your first crush still look good?
I don't talk to her anymore but her pictures aren't too bad
36. Do you think starting a gofundme is begging or helpful?
Depends on the reason, like I've seen one just for a sesh which is fucking stupid, but like Americans do them for medical bills or some legit reasons.
37. Sesame Street or Barney?
Sesame Street! Cookie Monster<3
38. What you’re favorite R&B Album of all time?
I hate them all.
39. What movie(s) do you know all the lines to by heart?
I can quote bits of films but probably not the whole film
40. Would you date someone you met on here?
idk like I prefer this as a more anonymous space to share things and rant about people who actually know me. If I'm doing this right no-one I meet on here should figure out who I am :) But yes I'd date y'all cause you're all wonderful peoples
41. Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
Too cold, it's Scotland you know?
42. Would you date yourself?
I dont think I could put up with my own shit. And if it was like really my personality in a female form we'd be far too fucking shy to speak to each other.
43. Apple or Android?
Android, Apple is a cult
44. What is the first song that you can remember learning the lyrics to?
Daydream Believer for my aunties wedding
45. What are 3 of your favorite Michael Jackson songs?
I genuinely do not like any of them but Alien Ant Farm covered Smooth Criminal if that counts?
46. Fill in the blanks: it’s not cheating if ___ ____ ____.
you haven't actually kissed or slept with the other person and you're only sharing inappropriate messages on facebook and they've already said they're not a homewrecker... sorry, too specific?
47. Could you put your dreams on hold to support your bf/gf pursuing theirs?
my dreams have been crushed so it would depend on what theirs were
48. What’s is the title to your autobiography?
The Life And Times Of A Fucknut
49. Is there someone you’re trying not to call or text right now?
YES! SO MUCH. I want to message her all the time but she hasn't messaged me and i dont want to appear desperate even though I am so I'm not gonna message first although I check every 5mins if shes messaged me
50. What is your favorite emoji or emoji combination?
:P or ;)
51. Do you have any deal breakers in relationships?
cheating lol.
52. Are you Tre or Doughboy?
I had no idea so I googled it and Wikipedia says "Tre is highly intelligent but has a volatile temper and lacks respect" which is so me :) Idk who doughboy is lol
53. Favorite movie?
Don't really have one tbh. I have too many I want to watch to bother re-watching something i've seen.
54. How long do you talk to someone before you expect a relationship?
when you talk to someone its the start of a relationship in the loosest sense of the word because friendship is still the relationship between two people
55. Ruin a first date in 5 words or less.
repeat questions would ruin a date cause it proves you're not listening
56. How old are you and how old do you feel?
I'm 29 but I feel the same as i always have
57. Tag your favorite tumblr blog.
@evilsupplyco
58. Your house is burning down and your family is safe what is the one material item you’d grab?
my phone'd already be in my pocket so laptop?
59. How long until you introduce your bf/gf to your family?
theyve met
60. Fill in the blank: All you need in this life of sin is you and your ____.
Nope. All you need in this life of sin is you. No and your anything
61. Kobe, Jordan, or Lebron?
neither
62. What is your favorite Drake lyric?
I hate everything he has ever said
63. Where did you meet the last person you fell in love with?
I don't fall in love, I believe I only fall in lust/infatuation/obsession.
64. Do you know your love language?
I joined a shitty website to find the answer. Apparently it's physical touch and then words of affirmation.
65. Take a Myers Briggs Personality Test: what are your results?
No. I fail at these. The questions are never things that i would do so i feel like im unintentionally lying and it never sounds like me
66. How do you feel about Quentin Taurentino films?
Violence and blood what could be better?
67. Fill in the blank: Get you someone who will ______.
_worship you as the amazing and beautiful bad ass bitch that you are <-- actual drunken advice from me
68. What’s your favorite movie soundtrack?
Spiderman 2 i actually had the album
69. What’s your favorite fragrance on the opposite sex?
i dont care what they smell like as long as its not fags
70. Is there any magazine, blog, or publication you read weekly?
Nope
71. Will you abstain from sex or go to marriage counseling?
Why are these my only options? But I'm not going to counselling, if they have issues then they should just tell me :)
72. There’s two kinds of people in the world: Those who pour ketchup on their fries, and the ones who put it on the side to dip. Which one are you?
The one who doesn't order ketchup at all.
73. Rough sex or slow sex?
Both. Either. Any lol
73. Have you ever slept with a stranger?
Nope. Not that I have anything against it I've just never had the opportunity
74. What’s your dream music collaboration? Produced by who (Dead or Alive)?
idk but probably produced by rick rubin cause that guy does eeeeeverything lol
75. What song will you probably conceive your kids to?
Music would just be a distraction
76. Do you have a scripture or quote you live by?
Nope
77. Finish this sentence: If men had birth control _____.
itd be free
78. How long should sex last?
As long as both partners need
79. What music do you listen to when you de-stress?
Just whatevers next on the playlist
80. How soon should you text someone after getting their number?
The next time you want to tell them something but they arent there beside you?
81. How do you feel about the 80/20 rule?
Living in lol but its more like erm 20/80?
82. Is sex a determinate in a relationship?
Yeah. Why would you get with someone if you're not at least somewhat attracted to them?
83. Is it wrong to move in with someone or “shack up” before marriage?
Nope
81. Send me a never have I ever.
Never have I ever enjoyed beer
82. What is your favorite video game of all time?
Spyro The Dragon
83. Who is your favorite book/movie character?
"SQUEAK" said the Death Of Rats
84. Can you define love as best as you can?
Nope
85. Does size matter?
I hope not, women like taller guys lol.
86. What is your favorite thing about the person you like? Physically? Personality?
idk
87. Five Year plan? Go!
Don't get fired, save money, get an actual house, buy stuff off my list?
88. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
idk i dont understand me so why you asking me?
89. Do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? Do you identify yourself by the things you do?
I don't tend to think of myself at all really... and why would I identify myself?
90. What does emotionally available mean to you?
Someone who is not emotionally closed off?
91. Could you go into business with your ex?
Hahahahahahahah no
92. What is the last song you sang aloud?
I'd Rather Drown
ineverletpeopleinandihaveyoutoremindmewhy
93. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
They do. They told me. It sucks cause it changes nothing except igniting that small bit of hope id given up on...
94. How do you prefer to obtain your music Streaming, Downloads, or Physical?
Physical albums for artists I like, even though it just goes straight into the laptop anyway i still like having albums
95. Name an artist you like that your friends probably don’t listen to.
What friends? But erm Archangels Revenge. I doubt the ex members listen to them as much as I do lol
96. Tag someone that’s probably her baby father.
this makes no sense?
97. Post a selfie you really like.
nope
98. Do you watch anime? What is your favorite?
Death Note or The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya so far, but ive got a lot on my list
99. What’s the zodiac sign of the last person you dated?
Aquarius
100. Do you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?
I know that he is not either.
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I hear two Atlanta Police Officers with missing vehicles called the Mayor and apologized to her for thinking of only themselves, admitted they were afraid that if they were in the same situation they would been fired as the other two in the Rayshard Brooks case and they couldn't allow that to happen to,themselves and the community so they wanted to show what would happen if it did because like me they all saw it as a justified homocide, a honorable weapon's discharge.
But after reading what i wrote last night. They fully regrret their decision and would like to have a meeting with her today, the entire 25 that stayed home for 3 days and they will all drive up to see her, in their personal cars of course.
Of course they got her mussing her mascara and all. Weeping she is. Don't mean she's weak. Just means she knows love. And she knows how evil attacks it and makes love so painful.
... ...
I mean I'm real surprised at Atlanta. I never had any problems with them they was always "The Next New Orleans" i called them.
Always just witchy with it. Good and a skip ahead.
So besides my anger at the situation created...
Look. I come straight outta the 90s.
Back then... Man. Our history been lost in 30 years. Our soul soul soul filled history. Its gone. It ain't there.
Back in the 90s we had about a 15 year break. From the protests from Vietnam War. Love not War Protests. We had them nice little 1950s with "Hello Technology: introduction to the TV" ONWARD to the "60s Hippies. Make love not War" taking it right onto the 70s which came back with the Civil Rights
So our 90s. Y'all they were the most beautiful. They were the combo of the 60s and 70s.
The riots and protests being taught to me and we made it big as we could with all the best parts of being a Human Rights Activist with brand new only 1990s fluorescent neon dripped could bring in.
That was all lost. Its all gone.
But the fight. The rights. THE TRUTH we went all 1950s and stayed in and raised our kids right. People wanna say shit about the Millennials. But we spoke truth. We spoke from our heart and we let them find,the truth as safe as possible and form their own opinions based on truth alone.
So now people wanna beat our kids. People i went to high school with they got high school graduates. Mine will be 17 this August. Real honest to God birthday and age.
Those are my babies. Our babies. They are our future. In 50 years they're gonna be like old man Bernie Sanders. 70 years old bent over fighting because we're gonna be near dead at 90 and more.
And people neglect and beat and ...
Man Our kids got it bad enough already. Simply because THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.
And man we got to protect them. Protect their hearts. Their minds. Their souls.
And they getting allllllll this stress. Put on them. Stress that is simply avoided.
By one dancing in the streets.
By 15 officers stating their badge numbers.
By the police owning up to who they are and why they exist.
Don't they want peace? Used to be they were called Peace Keeping Officers.
Now they called Lice Officers. Coming in on Native American Reservations claiming unwashed hair bread bugs. Let me tell you something. My daughter and I got lice a while back.. Like 8 years. The only thing that killed them was coating our hair in oil
Lice breath through holes in their exobody. So the oil makes them suffocate to death and die. Furthermore people whom smoke reject lice more frequently than those that don't. It takes me 3 months longer to get lice than a non smoker.
Peace pipe anyone?
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So historically police aren't loved. They aren't wanted.
Being a police or military. It becomes a color of our skin. I'll post a tattoo that isn't finished being colored or lined. It's not done. I'll show you we can balance it.
Get out of your comfort zone. Step out of your skin.
We can't stop being black. We can't stop being what drives us to be police.
But we can control it.
"BURN ALL THEIR FUCKING CARS" demanded the international head of the CIA.
"No ma'am. This is what we did" they didn't tell me No before. They just did it. Because they knew it was better. They knew it would cause all 25 of y'all to have to stand up and say "my car is missing. This is how i feel. I do/don't want it back"
Where yall can't pretend what y'all did didn't matter and just get up and go to work the next day. All sneak in and get back to business.
No. You got a fucking problem. You forcing others to take on your load, Zone 5.
Were not walking away and being all its fine what ever. You got a problem. We need to tackle it in a for real state.
Foooorrrrr Reeeaaaalllll state.
You got a problem in your mind? Those become tangible. They aren't floating thoughts. They are what makes us do what we do.
Make it concrete. Take away their cars.
I ain't saying the charges will be dropped. That's all a whole other issue. I don't work in the justice system. Court. Law. I tell you how to win in court. But i ain't about telling some DA how to shove it. I just sue them. When its courts. I fight their game. With paperwork and all that shit. So like i said that's not on me to say the charges will be dropped.
When it's a basketball game you use a ball and circle to drop the ball in.
Use proper tools
Atlanta PD could and should said "alright let's picket the DA. Lets go in uniform. Leave our weapons in the car. Unbutton our shirts. Put red paint on our foreheads to show where they're hurting us. Show them the DA now made us defense less and stripped"
Half hour. 10 minutes. 2 hours. Don't matter. As long as you make that statement.
NYPD did that.
Sure i can ask Tree, tree why ain't you posted that? Taught them?
But why didn't NYPD pull out thier hands and say NBC, FOX. Where's them videos of what we use to do and so we can stop and make this shit right in the streets?
Thata all i did. That's all im doing now. Yeah I'm,the most brilliant and all
But the last since November i been telling y'all "shake them tail feathers"
How is Gary Trump's brother going into human trafficking for 24 years to be found by me. Then murdered by his brother that took his name and lied about who he was? And his brother didn't care. He said "ill go by Gary. It don't matter. Hes worked hard under my name"
How is the ACTUAL Donald Trump not allowed to be in a Black Lives Matter movement? How come no one is shaking their tail feathers to a man killed by the government for greed and white power?
The faux Donald Trump that is our impeached President is a racist.
So why isn't his brother being named? Black Lives Matter.
One person says "Let's Shake Our Tail Feathers".
Dont matter if you believe me. Its the movement. Quite literally.
Its confusing and alive and can make us all sick. It is its own plague. "Shake ya tail feathers" it's a mental plague if you refuse truth.
Regardless how i named it. I still taught it and spoke it. And led y'all to dance it.
Bye bye stress. Bye bye human trafficking.
Bye bye inequality.
Instead it's crazy
It was already planned to be crazy. Burning down buildings calling them Liberty Torches.
Civil Rights . Civil Liberties . take No Justice/Fairness and make it a sight to behold.
Is it fair to me financially to burn down my own economicially profiting legally businesses to make a Park and Garden where you can get fresh and,free vegetables and fruit for life? HELL FUCKING NO.
I got to pay security and taxes and i don't get a single domestic dime in return.
Kids go play on my slides and swings and wear them out having too much dam fun. Then i gotta spend More Money to make sure i am making sure they even get a single second to know what fun is.
I spent my whole life working. Every dam day.
One day I went out and I was 18 years old and i heard laughter. And i didn't know what it was. What made people laugh? How could people even be happy? Or want to laugh?
I was 18 years old. Didn't under stand a human thing.
And it just kept going and going and going. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to do whatever it took. And I didn't know why. Because i got my car keys out and opened my car door the second time that day. This time to make it stop. I put my car key between my fingers. Next thing i knew, I was sitting back down. And starting the car. Obviously my mom knew I was crazy with worry. And lost my mind. Shoved my ass back in the car and said "no you're just gonna leave and leave those innocent people alone"
I was so angry and bitter. And now my life is even worse.
If I couldn't attack them people. No one else can attack innocent people in public.
I don't care how fucked up you are. YOU CAN'T ATTACK SOMEONE FOR THEIR FREEDOMS.
Laughter. Black Lives Matter. Blue lives MATTER. All lives MATTER.
Some ignorant fool was arguing with a store clerk saying how her Black Lives Matter sign offended him
Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.
Why can't y'all see and accept that?
We can't we be one. One truth.
One life to live
I can't live as Cleopatra or anyone of my past lives. I can't even live the life I led in the 90s. I can't even walk
We have one life to live and this is it.
So do we kill each other? Or do we protect each other?
Why aren't we being One?
When you're alone you can think of only you. You realize how important you are. We all need alone time.
When im with you i can only think about how important you are.
There isn't enough room in my brain to say how important we both are at the same time unless we do and think and act the same way all day long. Even for twins and clones its impossible.
So in my brain and in yours. You can only think about how much ONE life matters at a time.
ONLY ONE LIFE IN THIS WORLD MATTERS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!
We. Our. Us. You can't stop a great combination.
Power and love = unified. Unity. United.
Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.
Stop the pain. Hold our hands. Let the love flow. Let the Heart speak until it sings.
So yesterday old Blackfeet and Regina didn't see each other for the DUMBEST thing. She said "oh baby ill move in the nursing home with you"
He says something all "nonsense that's dumb shut up" all Grumpy Bear.
I don't even want to be with you.
So i talked to Michael about their unique situation.
He could had said "I'm well enough to move into a regular home with you. We don't need the nursing home. I moved to (US state) to be with you. To be close to you because you mean more to Me than Anything in the world. And you deserve a big ole castle. Because i love you and we gotta do all this best and right. No nursing home. We got another 50 years plus i wanna be doing you on the kitchen table and not here. All I can smell is stinky old man diapers from the neighbor"
And she could said had he continued the fight "oh idk what I'm saying I've never even seen the nursing home. Do you mind i come visit you there? Id really like that"
It would taken ONE. Only one to stop their ninny war.
And they would been holding each other. With love.
Instead of living in Hell.
So, now what happened was we put it all on old dad. Because hes the Black Beethoven who can suddenly sing a ballad of symphony in the midst of telling some real bad history truth.
Then moments later Regina said "well i could said something different, too".
It takes two to tango.
So I challenge y'all to punch inequality in the face. BLM. there is no difference between.
Black. Blue. Red. Purple. Yellow. Green. All bruises.
Challenge each other. Black and blue.
Force it. There is no difference and it must be seen.
Chant it. Turn on the "Boombox" and dance together. Dance if some won't. But do it in their face.
Laugh. Be happy. In their face.
If they're bitter like an 18 year old me and don't have a Angel Mommy to bust their ass back down into a sitting position. Someone will beat the shit out of them. Someone will stop them and i Will go after them and send you services for legal and medical. Free.
Acknowledge.
You are hurt. I am hurt.
Lets Live. Lets be happy.
Lets try. Trying makes perfect.
"MOVE BACK"
"TAKE THAT FIRST STEP"
"MOVE BACK"
"SEE WE ARE HURT SAME AS YOU" point out the ones that have fear. The ones that try to intimidate. -- The I Can See You -- let them scream in your face youre nothing but a piece of shit. And yell back they're someone inside a police uniform. And you can see it.
Beat their asses like fucking Care Bears.
Teach you a little photography. 1. Dirty lens. Dry skin. 2. Lotions the skin. Hannibal lectur. 3. Cleans the lens. 4 & 5 close up with flash. 6&7 close up without flash.
After meeting some kids in college. Native Americans from tribes near Gallup. Very very. Very Racist.
I began to question my life long believe of how I could live with being a military based person. And being an Native American.
I didn't know. I just knew i could and it wasn't fair to me to destroy the very being of me. Simply because it don't make sense without actual factual historical documents.
Remember Oregon Trail was First. That made Atlas.
Then down the coast to find gold. So NM DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT NO FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS SO GET OUT MY FACE.
And so my owl... Its every thing. I didn't design it normal. It has wings that are out stretched yes.
But it has a secomd pair of wings. Which are pins from the United States Coast Guard. Those wings are like hands. To do things close by to the body.
Its slightly designed after a Hindu God. She has 6 arms.
Here the wings are keeping the body warm and safe and sound.
How could myself own an owl to represent my secret past of S.Leigh if it can't have hands to represent both my heart and mind?
There figlirliee on the head. That's not for me. Its because I think about you. The mass population of Earth.
I need more simply than what the Earth can provide in the reality of which exists on Earth.
There's an hour glass of water on it's side, traveling... My baby bird is flying with an hour glass.
If you look. You'll see a woman under and between the two shields. And she has "duck lips"
For the real "Not Gary Donald Trump"
Her lips are actually a heart. But they look off..
A rose each sits above the shields. A diamond in the midst of the tail feathers.
No piece
No area.
Is just a feather. A stroke of color.
Each is an item. There's no nothing. It is all something
The military did not just beat us and we took it as Muscogee Creek Nation. We built an Atlas. Recivejed the City of Atlantis -- the Spain sent supplies to help us for years. All the way from Florida.
There was Something. It all wasn't nothing
Or for nothing. Everyone looks for the truth. Looks for the Lost City of Atlantis and i am the one who sunk it. Because I am the Goddess.
The diamond has a purple eye. Diamonds are the hardest and toughest known substance.
Well i know my mind is gonna cut you and rip you apart from what I've seen. So my eyes are like diamonds. My mind
Our tounges are diamonds. We can slash each other apart.
Or we can acknowledge the riches we have.
My Ultimate Challenge is for the police to create a barricade when necessary. No weapons in hand. Hands on the top of their heads and chant BLM Bruises are the same.
We know black bruises hurt the worst, the same level as red.
Then purple. Then blue. Green and yellow rarely do.
So please fight blindness and inequality with me.
And please post it on the national news and international news. So that we know as a world we all fight together
Whether it's in the couches or in the streets.
Thank you for trying.
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Rant Time! w/ Katie
I’ll most likely be spending my entire night writing on requests and other stupid shit that I’d like to work on, but for now I’m about to give y'all another rant that’s completely unnecessary but something that helps even out the stress I’m currently experiencing.
I’m going to be seventeen in less than two months and I still haven’t went to get my permit. I have a paranoia of driving and it prevents me from having the motivation to read my state’s driving manual and to actually go and take the test. My mom thinks it’s stupid of me to think like that, but there’s like twenty car crashes a day—probably more. And that scares the hell out of me so I just keep putting it off.
In other news, my first day of senior year is August 10th and I am freaking the FUCK OUT. I signed up to take AP Biology, but now I’m starting to feel a tad nervous and regretful because hardly anyone ever passes that class due to the obnoxiously dimwitted teaching style of the teacher. I heard only one person passed the end-of-the-year exam out of ten last year. ONE—when there’s a solid chance of getting a 3-5 on the damn thing!
My schedule is decked out in college classes. I know I probably shouldn’t disclose my schedule, but I’m meant to be taking AP Biology—as aforementioned—College English, two dual credit classes from a local community college, (one’s a history class and the other one is a literature class) Pre-Calculus, Public Speaking, and Anatomy I. That’s for the first semester—I plan on taking College Algebra and a few more dual credit classes in the next semester, including the other classes that will last year-round.
So this means I have that to worry about AND getting into college AND learning to manage finances AND ALL THIS OTHER SHIT THAT ADULTS HAVE TO DO. Can I please just become the air or something, you know, nOT HUMAN? Maybe a dog, so I can depend on others for the rest of my live.
I plan on going to a college with a work-study program. They don’t allow students to live off-campus or have cars, so that’s a win-win for me! My other choice of college is one that’s really pretentious and expensive but is known for having outstanding education. I’m not shooting for Harvard or Yale because I’m an incredibly average person. Sucks to be unremarkable, I know, but meh.
Anyway, to continue on with my rant, I want to talk about rich people. I have nothing against you all that have been blessed with money from birth—I’m merely upset with the fact that I get no recognition for my accomplishments just because I’m not privileged. Guess what, y'all—they got me excited at the end of last semester by announcing a new round of AP classes, but literally all of them were for the freaking juniors. Two of the kids in that class were teacher’s pets, and since my own mother works down at the school with both of their mothers, it didn’t take a genius to deduce what sort of Inside shenanigans were going on.
Get this—they legit called all of us that signed up for AP Language to go back down and change out our schedules. Like, what the fuck?
I had a dream the other day where I moved schools and fell in love with some dude that was also transferring. Best dream of my life, I’ll tell you that.
Anyway… again… It just feels like to me that school only ever tries to please privileged kids with parents that are doctors, teachers (specifically ones born into privileged families or related to the superintendent), attorneys, and accountants. No one wants to advocate for the middle-man, and that leads to all us poor kids being singled out. Whatever, though, right?
Sometimes I just feel like everything I do amounts to nothing. Is it wrong to feel that way? I look at my writing and think I’m worse than Stephanie Meyer. Apologies to Stephanie Meyer fans, but her writing WAS dedicated to those of young age and without a moral compass for controlling temperament found within men.
*clears throat* Ahem. Anyways…
I plan on going into a dual major of political science and history—or English, if worse comes to worse. I really don’t want to become rich because then I’ll be targeted and judged for the same things I loathe right now. However, my ambitions correlate with a need to prove my worth and do something great with my life, so whether or not I become what I hate, it doesn’t matter if I’ve managed to become a model for my relatives and former friends.
The best revenge is to succeed and be humble about it. I might be arrogant about my schoolwork, but that’s only towards friends and relatives when they believe that I don’t deserve to be successful in what I do. Then and there, I become arrogant. Even if I do not necessarily believe my own comments, I still say them to make others lay off me.
Returning to the thought at-hand, my college of choice is very liberal and hipster-esque, which suits my personal interests. Also, it's known for its study-abroad program, free internships, and its education, which are three things that matter dearly for me. I hope to get an internship at either the NAACP or the White House. Maybe even just a visit to see Mount Rushmore.
Teddy Roosevelt is my favorite president, and I know more things about him than I do my own father. Thank you, Borglum, for having Teddy recognized as one of the greatest presidents to have ever lived!
Seriously, though. He even left the legacy of having the highest percentage of voters when he ran as a third-party candidate just to spite Taft. Like, wow.
… I’m getting off track here.
Having anxiety fucking sucks. See, last year I had to a lot of these “roundtable discussions” in my AP U.S. History class, and I managed to make it through on all of them except for a few towards the end of the second semester. I even had one on my fucking birthday, which sucked majorly. They were a lot more difficult to manage than debates. I could handle debates; they didn’t involve having to force myself to speak up or face the consequences of a zero.
I loved APUSH—I really did—but now I feel like I’m an excuse for a history lover because I got a 4 on the APUSH exam. Not a 5—a 4. I have failed you, Teddy. (RIP, Bull Moose. Not even a bullet could have stopped you, but a failed test grade sure as hell stopped me lol.)
Anyways, if you haven’t noticed, I’m American. I’m also white—and according to this random ancestry website I found, I originate from Sweden and Italy. I guess that’s cool… but I don’t trust the internet so uh…
Back to stress! …That’s a good way to refer to going back to school. Just replace “hellhole” with “stress.” Basic synonyms, everyone!
I have bad friends. All of them are assholes and think I’m a bitch because I’m “skin and bones” and like to “flaunt it” just because I wear decently nice clothes. I know they’d be offended if I told them it’s because I feel uncomfortable not wearing something that makes me feel happy with myself. It’s not me thinking I look good—it’s a confidence-boost. Am I meant to be looking for a damned boyfriend just by wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse? Is that how life works?
I remember in eighth grade I had this friend who told me I looked like a prep, and then she made me feel so bad about “trying to fit in” that I started wearing jeans and hoodies to school. It hurts to think about how much impact people’s words have over you—and half of time, it’s never a positive influence. For me, it’s never been positive.
Well, I’m sorry for burdening you all with this rant. I know it’s rather… long, but I just needed to get it off my chest. Keeps hurting when I see everyone else finishing up projects while I’m still sketching out the blueprints. I’ll get back to posting things tonight and tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t post anything today. It’s rather pitiful of me to put off things when I know you all are the only reason I can even stay motivated anymore.
Have a nice night, (or morning, depending on where you are) my darlings. 💕
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EPISODE 8 - MERGE
I’ve officially met my secondary goal of making the merge again! Yeees!! Last Tribal went well in the big picture: Drew idoled, Timmy wasted his, and Dennis went home. Buuuuut, I wasted mine too, which is a huge bummer. I showed my cards too early... either this merge is going to be my second shot, or the death of me.
So real talk, I’m not a fan of these huge merges. There’s way too many plans and players to keep track of... and with this “blind” twist, this round is going to be total chaos. I just hope that the connections I built up pre-merge carry me through this.
God bless Randy and his photoshop skills... he made an INCREDIBLE fake merge idol! I’m really confident that when people see this, they’ll be like “oh shit”. The only person I’ve told is Chris... if we use this right, it’s as good as having a real one!
This being a blind week really has me worried. People are going to feel incentivized to do whatever the hell they want, because they’ll face ZERO repercussions for their actions. As for who I’M voting, that’s still tbd. After last round, I’m taking a little break from calling the shots.
Trying to juggle my Civilians’ alliances with Dan and Tracey while pushing to get Timmy out is proving to be a bit difficult. Chris and Drew are fine with telling them where the villains are voting, but it’s a BLIND round! Why not take advantage of it and make it seem like we aren’t all on the same page?? It would make the two of them trust us more if they really thought we were 100% done with Heroes vs. Villains!
Wow we love a potential swing vote situation. I hate not knowing where that power is because I just find it hard to believe someone got a better time than me for it. 13:37 was faster than Drew’s 14:15 for immunity ugh, unless he’s lying. I’m just frustrated bc I hate being in this position, but also it’s a blind round so if I voted out Timmy, the vote count wouldn’t matter. Unless of course he has the power or the immunity (if Drew is lying).
I wish the heroes would come up with a plan bc like I’m stressed. It’s obvious to me that I’m the swing and I just don’t want it to be obvious to others. I’m telling Pat a lot rn just bc if anyone here I trust him the most. But also, it makes me nervous to open up so much in games, I don’t wanna get burned
I know pat won a major idol so I'm pretty stoked about that!! Idk who the other winner is but i hope it isn't tracey because that's who we're all voting. I have a feeling she won tho.
Dark weeks always scare me because who knows what the fuck is actually going to happen. My alliance wants Tracey out but who knows if that will actually happen. Dark weeks are a good time to go against alliances because there is really no way to know since the vote count isn’t revealed so I could be fucked, anyone could be fucked.
Slow slow slow your boat, gently down the merge, merrily merrily merrily, this game is but a flop. I feel like its finally starting to pick up but this dark week slowed it down just when it was getting going. Apparently Tracey is Karen? wig. (can i say that if im straight idk). Anyways i can flip on the villains and vote karen ( which i really wanna do ) but im not gonna,, its too early to flip on my alliance. not that i want to, id love to go to the end with charlotte sammy and ricky. but i need revenge for france and thats coming at the expense of karen.
I’m legit not sure what’s happening tonight I’m screaming. There’s literally so many options and I’m one of them. It’s so nerve wracking
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okay sorry ive been hella sick so idk what really is going on except that the villains are voting out timmy tonight and that i really wanna work with drew and dan. also mark is very nice to talk to and we're gonna watch wrestling together on sunday god fucking bless. i really want chelsea and madison out soon and im trying my best to steer my four villains away from wanting to vote dan or drew bc i want them here. thats pretty much it lmfao goodnight]
hmmm okay so thing have been interesting. 1-My tribe was the only one that did not have to go to tribal last round. I was super pumped because I feel as if one of us would have went home. Then....while watching the tribal.BAM idol play. BOOM. another idol. WHAM. another one. I am telling you there were idols flying left and right. Like how did y'all find those idols so fast...? Okay so Dennis got voted out which is like good for me because I knew he would be a challenge threat and a social threat in general. Moving on, we merged! HaLlElUjAh PrAiSe the LORTTT. I was getting bored, not gonna lie....but it is still boring everyone is like not talking....okay but anyways, this is a dark round and umm I was so shocked bc I thought I was gonna win the puzzle. I got a time of like 15 mins...how did someone beat meeee:/ that puzzle was a monster. Idk but there are two people that have a lot of power and I am not sure who but I am gonna vote Timmy bc like I don't think he could have won the puzzle? peace yall, hope I am no being blindsided.
Hello meeeeerge!!!!!! So last round was crackt, 3 idols flushed, my boi denny got voted out and I got a vote????? So uh that was wild sjdjkdmdkxn but now merge is here and it's a new game I guess smdjsjndid like personally I was thinking the split was gonna be idk more dramatic but like I don't want to work with the heroes and like they're throwing my name around so clearly they don't want to work with me, except maybe dan????? Idk he's so fucking wishy washy ugh!!!!! I'm like very nervous like I think I can trust the villains bc I've mostly talked to them today and they all seem to want to keep me and me and Chris might even have an alliance going after this which like....how crackt is that?!?! Literally the last person I'd want an alliance with but we're both low on the totem pole so like....we really don't have much choice. I also want to work with drew for sure and maybe mark, the other villains I'm a little if-y about idk like I would like to think me and ricker are on good terms and me and Sammy seem to have left everything in the past so we'll have to see after this blind week. Anyway!!!!!!! Fuck the heroes! Villains are skinny!
Okay so it’s merge and it’s the dark week makes me so nervous. I’m trying to use my mark connection to keep me alive amongst the villains. I’m hoping to keep Chelsea and Dan alive and like somehow make it to the end with one of them. I want a lot of villains on the jury but I don’t want a villain available to get votes. OH I won the reward and from conversation I did the best in the puzzle???? ME???? I don’t believe it but Yas bitch ( to myself)
So I’m super afraid I’m gonna go home this round, I need a ducking idol y’all! I really want Timmy to go home so that’s a mood, if he doesn’t, I’m gonna DIE!
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Evie:
“That ass is looking fat!” Tish screamed as we walked out of the gym. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her irritating ass. “Why are you so damn loud and stop!” I exclaimed as she slapped my ass hard.
“What you been doing? You getting some dick?” She asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes playfully at her. “Girl, now you know I’ve been working out like crazy.”
For the last couple weeks, I’ve been working out like crazy, trying to get my body right for the annual work trip that was coming up soon. Ashton hadn’t officially told us exactly who was actually going on the trip but I had already started packing and working on my summer body so no one couldn’t tell me I wasn't going.
I couldn’t wait, though. I really needed a damn vacation, if only Ashton ass wasn’t going. We still haven’t talked very much since he threatened to write me up for telling his precious Adrienne off.
Lately, she hasn't even tried to talk to me or even look in my direction, which was a good thing, but what really bothered me was how Ashton switched up on me. That shit still gets to me to this day.
“Helloooooooooooo??” Tish snapped her fingers in my face pulling me from my deep thoughts. “My bad, what were you saying?” I asked, pulling my car keys out of my gym bag.
"I said you getting that body tight for that vacation huh? I mean you always had a big booty but that shit is getting bigger.” She smacked my ass again and I laughed. “Whatever, I’m just trying to look good in this cute little bikini I brought a few weeks back. I’m tryna live in bathing suits once we land.”
“I bet.” She wore a sly smirk on her face.
“What?” I asked, watching her as I stopped in the middle of the gym parking lot. “Oh nothing, it’s funny how you been acting lately. Your wardrobe is up to par now. You dressing more sexy, going out and now you’re in the gym constantly trying to get your body right for this swim suit. If I didn’t know any better I would think you trying to make someone jealous.”
“I am not, I’m just... I’m just doing things for myself now and if Ashton doesn’t want me then that’s his loss. I know I’m a damn good catch! But let me get to work before this nigga calls looking for me.” I said.
She let out a cackle. “Y'all are something else, y'all need to fuck and get it over with. Geesh.” She grinned.
“I think that’s my cue to go.” I said, unlocking my car door and throwing my bag in the passenger seat. Tish really tried me and that was really my cue to leave her ass standing there in the parking lot. “Awwww don’t be mad that I called you out hoe!” Tish cackled hard as fuck.
I started up my car and rolled my window down and shot her a bird as I drove off on her crazy ass. “I LOVE YOU TOO” She screamed through laughter.
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I arrived to work just on time, I took a shower quickly in my office bathroom, which I was thankful to have. I applied my favorite bath and body works lotion my body and slipped into my panties and bra.
Walking out of the bathroom I grabbed my skirt off the couch in the corner and pulled it up over my thighs. Just as I was pulling my skirt up, my office door opened.
“Ms. Summers.” I turned to see Ashton standing there. I slowly pulled the skirt up over my ass. “I’m getting dressed Ashton, is there something you need?” I asked.
He smiled at me. I grabbed my blouse and pulled it on watching him. “We’re having a quick meeting in ten minutes. Sorry for barging in on you like this, but you weren’t answering your office phone.” He turned to leave.
“Is that all you needed?” He turned and looked at me. “Yup, that’s all I needed.” He said and closed the door once he walked out. I rolled my eyes as hard as I could.
Not once did he look at my half naked body. He really was taking this strictly friends things too damn far. Now, any man would be dying to look at a woman who was half naked, This nigga didn’t even attempt to take a look at me.
What the fuck?
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"Alright before we get into what you guys really came for, everyone who has deadlines to report to, I need you guys to have them on time. There will be no more extensions. I mean it this time, so don’t even ask. Also, let's give thanks to Ms. Summers and Sean who represented us at the recent convention last night." Ashton mention signaling in our direction.
I elbowed Sean playfully as he did a boastful nod. Ashton had gone back to calling me "Ms. Summers" and I was beginning to think that he was only doing it to get under my skin.
"Okay." Mr. Martin stood with a smile on his face "I know many of you worked so hard during these last few months." He said.
"Some, not hard enough." Ashton added looking around the room
I frowned, he just couldn't help but be an asshole.
"I think what Ashton is trying to say is, that although your work was noticed, there were some efforts that cannot go unrewarded and though we wish we can take everyone, we simply can't." Mr. Martin stated "Isn't that right, son?" He asked Ashton.
"Sure… we can go with that" He smirked, sitting down in his chair and leaning back.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but take notice to how handsome he looked. I shook my head as an attempt to rid myself of those thoughts.
"Without further ado…" Ashton picked up a paper with a bored expression and began reciting names.
With every name he spoke, my nerves got worse. "What's this?" He suddenly stopped and looked at Mr. Martin. They had a hushed conversation that left everyone confused.
"Absolutely not." Ashton finally said, "And that's that, I don't care." He said
"Fine, have it your way." Mr. Martin said throwing his hands up in defeat "I was just trying to be fair."
Everyone looked around confused, especially me, considering he hadn't called my name and only had two more spots left.
Ashton scoffed "Jesse and Ms. Summers." He said concluding the list
Jesse smiled at me and I smiled back "I told you to get with the winning team, now look." He said.
I chuckled and let out a sigh of relief.
I already knew I was going. All these hours I was pulling in this office, all the conventions and conferences I've been attending, I deserved this.
It was an added bonus that my office buddies were going.
Jesse and Sean spent night and day designing our newest model. To a appoint that it seemed like I had not seen them in weeks.
And August, poor August. Dealing with this company's legal woes was such a tiring job. If it's anyone that needed the vacation was his.
Ashton cleared his throat. "The trip is in two weeks, you all will get an email this afternoon with further details." He said
"Is that all you have to say before we end the meeting?" Mr. Martin asked him
"Just make sure your damn deadlines are in my inbox on time." He stressed with a wave of his hand which I learned was just his way of dismissing us.
The rest of the day went by fairly quick.
I sighed heavily as I stared at the email that Ashton had sent all of us for the trip. We were leaving two weeks from Saturday and I couldn't contain my excitement.
I was ready to have a good ass time. Even if I had to be around Ashton and his fuck toy.
I can't even front, he looked so fucking good in his blue Armani suit. His hair was growing out just a bit and he grew out his beard. He was usually well groomed, but every now and again, he’d let his hair grow when he started focusing on work alone. If only he would've acted right he could've gotten… wait what the fuck am I thinking!
My phone buzzed on my desk, making me almost jump out of my damn skin. I placed my hand over my chest, trying to gather my damn self.
I quickly picked up my phone and stared at the screen. I smiled and answered. "Hey, big head." I laughed.
"My head ain't that fucking big, Evie! But come on so we can go eat, a nigga hungry ass fuck baby." I grinned and stood up, grabbing my belongings.
"I'm coming don't rush me." I pouted my lips as if he could see me. I hung up the phone and headed out of my office. I walked over to the elevator and got on, as the elevator door closed I saw Adrienne leaving Ashton’s office.
I groaned and rolled my eyes at her. "This bitch."
I rode the elevator down to the ground floor as soon as the doors opened I saw him standing there with a goofy look on his face. I skipped over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"What's up Lil mama."
"Hi, Aaron." We pulled away as I looped my arm with his as we walked to the car. "You ready for our date or what?"
He nodded and we departed to our destination.
Aaron and I ever having a late breakfast, our meetup took almost three weeks to happen due to our clashing schedules.
"Why you look so sad baby mama." I laughed when he called me that. I threw a small carrot at him as he laughed.
We sat across each other at the small cafe that I found out about recently. "No, but for real, tell me what's wrong with you? You making me sad from just looking at you."
Aaron was my best friend, my big annoying brother. Hell, he was like my annoying ass brother in many ways.
"I'm not sad."
"I didn't say you were, I said you look sad. So what's really going on with you?" I sighed and sat back in my chair, looking at him. Honestly, I didn't know what was wrong with me.
I should be happy but after seeing that rat ass bitch coming out of Ashton’s office it pissed me off. "Your damn brother is irking my soul." I blurted out.
I watched his lips curve into a sinister grin. I had done it again, speaking before thinking about what was about to fly out of my damn mouth. "You like him don't you?"
"No, he's just a jack ass an--"
"Eve, this me you talking too. I know you like that high yellow ass nigga!" I burst out laughing. Here he is saying how yellow Aston is but they the same damn complexion if you ask me. Hell, Aaron is lighter than Ashton.
"I don't like him, though."
"Evie, I know you like him I saw how y'all was looking at each other at my parents’ house a few months back. I peeped how he wrapped his arms around you too." My jaw dropped.
I was in shock; I didn't even know he knew any of this shit. Here I was thinking that we were being discreet and Aaron knew all along. "Didn't think I knew? Yeah, y'all ain't slick! But, what he doing, you need me to beat his ass for you?"
"Maybe! He's all about us being friends and that would have been okay if it hadn’t come after I found him and Adrienne in his office being cuddly. Then, tonight I see her coming out of his fucking office. I already knew what they were doing. I really don't wanna go on this trip if I have to be around the two of them doing that shit." I huffed.
Aaron laughed, damn near cackled at my ass. I rolled my eyes and pouted my lips. "What's funny?!" I damn near shouted.
"She's not going, she never goes on these trips. Trust me when I say, Ashton ain't checking for that girl like that. If anything, he checking for you."
"What?" I asked
"Yeah, Rick put her on the list as an extra because she never gets to go on these trips but Ash wasn't tryna have that. He cut that shit the minute he saw." He said
"Does your brother tell you everything?" I asked remembering how Ashton acted during the meeting “That literally just happened.”
"Most of the time." He shrugged
"Well did he tell you that he played me to the left? Probably because I wouldn't sleep with him, bastard." I rolled my eyes
He chuckled "That may be true, he's done that before but don't think the reason is behind Adrianne, that bitch is basic." He assured
I don't think Aaron confirming that Ashton stopped messing with me like that because I wouldn't have sex with him help ease my mind at all, I honestly would have liked it better had he said it was because of Adrianne. Now it seems like our whole "friendship" was a sham.
"My brother's a dick." He said once he saw the look on my face "He does some unexplainable shit. Just take your L and glo sis" he joked making me laugh
I rolled my eyes and waved my hand "I wasn't taking Ashton serious anyway." I said honestly "I'm just hurt by the way things happened, he made it seem like I was the thirsty one but he's the one that pursued me in the first place and then assumed I wasn't worth it then switched up." I said
Aaron sighed "I doubt he thought you weren't worth it but you and work for the nigga, you see firsthand how he is. He got his ways about him, he needs things done on his time but that's just how Michaels men are." He admitted, "It's a habit that my brothers and I inherited from my father, my mother hates it but the right person makes us act right, you know, make us take the time.”
I guess I wasn't the right person.
"Fuck that nigga." He quickly said, "This why you need to come work for me instead." He said jokingly
I chuckled "Is that right?" I played along
He nodded confidently "I just closed on a place for my business’s headquarters, that shit is about to be crazy!"
"Aww boo, I'm so proud of you but you know I can't I gotta turn shit up at Aston Martin first." I giggled
He shook his head with a laugh "I know… Ash will possibly murder me for trying to steal you from him." He said
I smiled at that "So where have you gotten with your 'headquarters'?" I joked
"Nowhere. I need an interior designer to start working with ASAP, these LA fuckers suck so I'm about to fly out to New York in a couple of weeks to check out this spot in Harlem that Sean told me about."
"You really about your business boy, you need a vacation!" I said
That was the thing about these Michaels men when they work, they dive headfirst into it and never really know when enough is enough. It was a trait that I loved and hated about them. Because Ashton be damn near holding me hostage in the office and Aaron never have time to chill with me these days.
"I wish you were coming with us." I pouted
"I am! Fuck you thought?" He laughed "Rick is my godfather, I barely had to ask." He said with a wave of his hand
I squealed in delight, this was really about to be a crazy trip.
Tish
I staggered off of my couch at the sound of my doorbell ringing which caused my books to fall.
I have been in study mode for the last couple of days because finals were right around the corner and I needed to ensure passing grades in all my classes,
Fixing my twisted house shorts, I walked towards my front door and looked through the peephole.
I rolled my eyes and swung the door open “What can I do for you?” I greeted dully
“Where’s my daughter?” Tez questioned
“I don’t have her” I simply said with a shrug
I didn’t understand why he kept bothering me with this same issue. For weeks he’s been bugging Evie who has been bugging me about me letting him see Hazel. The funny thing about this situation is that nobody is stopping him from seeing his daughter whatsoever.
“Tish!” he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down “You can’t do shit like this. This pettiness is not getting either of us anywhere.” he said
“I’m not trying to be petty, I’m not even thinking about you anymore, Tez. I said when graduation comes around, Hazel will then come to LA but for now, she’ll stay in Seattle with my granny, now you’re more than welcome to book a flight out to go see her but harassing me at my house won’t change anything.”
“You’re so fucking selfish.”
“How? You never had to make sacrifices, Martez, you can’t tell me shit about being selfish. I’m selfish because I’m looking out for my child’s best interests? Tuh, whatever.”
“Stop throwing that bullshit in my fucking face! I always made sacrifices when it came to you! I loved you, Tish.” I scoffed and rolled my damn eyes.
Here he go….
“You made what for me? You a damn lie and you know it! Your ass never loved me, the only person you truly loved was Evie and I get it cause she’s your sister! But, don’t ever in your life lie to my face about making sacrifices for me when you didn’t!”
“Yo are you dead ass right now, ma? I–”
“Don’t even finish that damn sentence! You didn’t sacrifice shit for me! You made shit worst! You think I wanted to have a baby? I wasn’t fucking ready but I deal with the shit and grew up! You didn’t grow up Tez! You cheated on me multiple times! You didn’t sacrifice shit for me! The only damn thing I’m thankful for from you is my baby! She’s the best thing to ever happen to me! Now, if you’ll excuse me I have homework to finish.” I breathed heavily as my eyes caught his.
He looked as if he wanted to say something but I was daring him too. Martez was full of shit and he knew that. “I wanna see my daughter.” He said.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “She’s in Seattle, so if you wanna see her go there to see her. You don’t need my permission. Now can you please go? I’m asking rather nicely.”
He turned on his hells and walked out, slamming my door in the process. His little attitude didn’t faze me one bit. But I do know is that he’ll never ever say he sacrifice shit for me.
That was a bold face ass lie. If anybody sacrificed anything, it was me. He really had me fucked up. The only thing we needed to talk about was our daughter and that was it.
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