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Raccoon Reviews: Burrow Nomad Sofa! • Furniture Reviews

Block Nomad Sofa, $1799+ on Burrow official website

Now, I've seen a lot being said about Burrow furniture. It's snazzy, it's expensive, it comes in pieces! Y'know what else comes in pieces? My now broken ass. No amount of fluffy tail can help make this godforsaken thing comfortable or worth the money.

I have had a Burrow Nomad sofa for nearly 3 years now, and I can confirm it's absolute ass.

The following are my grievances in no particular order:

Cushions do NOT retain shape. After 4 months, there were ass-sized dents in all of them, both sides.

Cushions, also, ARE ALL DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS. I got the chaise add on, and you'd think it would make sense to make it so you can swap out two cushions for the long chaise cushion when not in use, right? Wrong. The dimensions are off. It's too long and narrow to do that.

Storing the cushions is a nightmare. Where tf do I put the leftover cushions when I swap to the chaise? They don't fit under the sofa. They don't fit on or under the ottoman. I hope your tiny apartment had fantastic closet space, or you're fucked with trying to store the pieces not in use.

The butt cushions slide off. Like. So fast. I'll lean back once and the whole cushion has moved off by 4 inches.

If you use the back cushions that come with it, it's a VERY shallow sofa. Barely any space to lean back, let alone with throw pillows. I took them off and use some comfy big pillows, but it's still narrow as shit.

God forbid you try to move the sofa without taking it fully apart first. It's become so wobbly and loose in the joints that it's coming apart with each sit. I get the schtick, easy to move and all that, but holy fuck. I tried moving it across my living room and it was so wobbly when I sat back down that my cat freaked out at its shaking. Only plus side to its wobbly ass is that if you have uneven floors, that's no issue! You also have an uneven sofa.

The height of it is VERY short, especially since the cushions deflate within 6 months of use. Fine for some people, but I am taller than average and my knees are up to my chest when I don't use furniture risers. Also, no way to store anything under it but small cat toys.

There are no options for higher furniture legs and changing them is a nightmare because the legs are part of what keeps the sofa "together."

The charging port is a fine idea, but it's in the most inconvenient place and the cord to plug it into the wall is too short. I gave up and just... used the extension cord I needed to plug the thing into the wall.

Honestly? It's just not comfortable. Even if the cushions weren't completely useless after a few months, the way it's put together means that you have hard spots every 2-ish feet. It hurts your back, your butt, your legs, and it forces you to slide to those places because the cushions are ass and get so flat at the edges.

The sleeper add-on is also shitty. The memory foam does make the sofa marginally more comfortable, but because it's made for ease, it's a thin piece of foam that I honestly could have gotten at Joann fabrics for less money and higher quality. It's also, say it with me, Too Small. The dimensions are about 2 inches shorter on all sides, and the sheets and stuff are fine but cheap as hell along with the "quilt" and pillow. Again, it is not wide enough!! My skinny ass father had to last minute get a hotel because when he tried to stay over, he fell off 3 times. And the topper slid off. And the blankets were too small. And the pillow was flat. It's not even comfortable for napping unless you can curl up onto a single cushion because of the stupid hard areas where the sections meet.

Aesthetically, it's like... fine? But it's not cute enough to excuse even one of these complaints, let alone the price.

Also, "scratch and stain resistant" my ASS. This thing looks disgusting, resists every ounce of OxiClean I've put on it, and took a month of wear and tear from cats before it started literally bursting at the seams. The seams in the corners are all open now, at least 6 inches long in most areas, with fluff and foam on the verge of pouring out, and it looks ugly as shit. Plus, it can't be hidden since the weave of the fabric is so huge. It just makes bigger and bigger gaps, and fixing it is a nightmare. I'd have to hand sew new fabric on over it just to close the holes.

All in all, I've found more comfortable furniture on the side of the road.

Burrow sofas would barely be worth it for a third of the price. It is not durable, it is not cute, and it is not comfortable. It's literally coming apart at the seams.

The only reason you should get this couch is if you're absolutely insane about taking care of your furniture, never move it or sit on it, and like to suffer when you do. The only reason I got this couch was because it was a gift I had no say in. The only reason I've kept this couch is because it was a hella expensive gift, my stairwell is too tiny for an actual sofa, and I don't make enough money to get a new one.

The only plus side is that it's light as fuck, so when I toss it to the curb it won't hurt my back:) no more than it already has, at least.

TLDR; -10/10. This is ass. Do not buy this.

***PLEASE DO NOT BUY THIS SOFA. DO NOT RECOMMEND IT. DO NOT EVEN LOOK AT THEIR SITE. IT'S THE WORST SOFA I'VE EVER SAT ON, AND I HAD FRIENDS IN A FRAT.***

the about link in your description is broken just so you know!

if you're trying to visit it from tumblr.com/homestuckclassic then it wont work, apparently. you gotta go to homestuckclassic.tumblr.com and then click it

it also works fine on mobile. just tested everything. its the stupid ass stupid fucking ass stupid idiot ass in-website layout that's breaking it. useless stupid laggy ass piece of shit

if you get xkit rewritten you can make it so that when you click on someones blog it automatically opens it as [blog].tumblr.com if they have that enabled, as opposed to opening it in tumblr.com/[blog]. that's what i do

here's a link to the page separately. this should work i hope

i recognize my bias as someone who grew up alongside tech, but DEAR FUCKING GOD WHY IS LEGAL TECH ABSOLUTELY ANCIENT????????????? PCLaw is so antiquated ... don't get me started on Primafact ... and both companies having garbage socials and shit websites with little to no help or support or documentation for their products ... like a tech company in 2023 should NOT have a nonexistent online presence????

(ok the rant got too long the rest is under the cut ❤️‍🩹)

PF babe you are not keeping up with the times and now i have to suffer every moment i am at work because our office won't upgrade a single piece of HORRIFICALLY OUTDATED AND INEFFICIENT software/hardware/general business workflow practices 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 i lost 11 years of my life today because i found out the (broken) copitrak we have is based on WINDOWS CE FOR FUCKS SAKE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and our stupid IT is in LITERALLY ONE DAY OF THE WEEK and our MPS doesnt manage a goddamn fucking thing OH MY GOD PLEASE THIS IS AN IT NIGHTMARE?????????? AND MY LOWLY COPYROOM ASSISTANT ASS IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES OR PERHAPS EVEN KNOWS MOST OF THIS????????

the lack of communication and efficiency is stressing me out so bad 😭💔 god i wish i had literally any power whatsoever to change things but i don't even really have a boss to bring this to ?? also our IT guy is never in and is condescending as SHIT so talking to him is absolutely pointless... like i WANT to help and i WANT to change things for the better but i have no one overseeing anything i do so im often forgotten and ignored and GOD DAMN I AM SO UNDERUTILIZED PLEASE JESUS CHRIST LET ME HELP YOU FOOLS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sugar, sugar

(genuinely hate coming up with titles lol)

this is just rowaelin being pining idiots, one of my fave tropes for day 11--delayed love confession

just a note, the lifestyle in this fic is more of a background note and doesnt really take centre stage in this fic. it’s one ive been tempted to write for a while tbh but didnt really get around to it until now

cw: very, very light smut (like barely non existent, but just in case), a lil bit of swearing

enjoy! :)

3k words (officially my longest fic, yay!)

Every thought in Aelin's mind was blank. She trudged through her apartment that she shared with Nehemia, absentmindedly kicking off her heels that Rowan purchased for her months ago. Then the light jacket she wore joined the shoes, the fabric was perfectly soft and perfect for the autumn chill.

It was yet another piece of item that Rowan purchased for her. A lot of the things she had know were thanks to Rowan, either from his own wallet or from the biweekly allowance he sent her—a generous allowance that was a thousand times better than her weekly paycheck from the bookstore she'd been working at since she turned twenty-two; her business degree had turned out to be useless and so she turned to the bookstore that had been her stable job for three years.

Aelin barely touched her weekly wage now, it was practically buried underneath the money the Rowan gave her.

Because Rowan Whitethorn, thirty-five and a successful CEO who was well known, was her sugar daddy. Had been now for fourteen months. But he was more than that, more than just a man that paid her to spend time with him. He respected her, was loyal to her, listened to her and responded with actual sentences instead of a word or two like other men she had dated. He was charming, didn't treat her like she was nothing but arm candy, and she knew him so well, as he knew her, and each fortnight she sometimes forgot their whole arrangement, but she was sharply reminded when she received the notification from her bank that the two and a half thousand dollars that Rowan sent her was now in her savings account.

When she agreed to their arrangement after several get-to-know you dates, Rowan had wanted to give her three and a half grand every week, and gods Aelin had been tempted because she had never had so much money in her life, but told him that it was far too much and negotiated.

Two and a half thousand was the lowest that Rowan was willing to go, and even though Aelin only knew him for two weeks at that point, she could tell that he would not budge, so she agreed to the amount.

The first time that money had landed in her account, Aelin had thought that maybe she had imagined the whole thing, but the money was a sharp reminder of what she know was—a sugar baby. Those words still didn't feel like they applied to her.

And he still spent money on her when they spent time together. Just last week he gifted her with diamond earrings in the shapes of roses with a necklace to match. She wore them tonight, not because he bought them for her but because she genuinely loved the pieces.

Needing something sweet—despite the fact she had only finished her chocolate hazelnut gelato twenty minutes ago—she dug through her fridge and found the brownies that Nehemia had baked the other day. She told herself that she would leave some for her long-time friend, but Aelin really doubted that would happen.

Aelin relished in the cold air of the fridge as she found the new can of whipped cream on the top shelf. The fridge was one of the first things she purchased with the money she was now being gifted with (and after that came a new washer and dryer, a dish-washing machine and television. Almost everything in her apartment was brand new now, the food were actual brands instead of the generic, tasteless shit. She had bras that fit her properly and were so damned comfortable that she forgot she was wearing them half the time).

The old fridge was a cheap hunk of junk that she and Nehemia purchased off Facebook marketplace for a hundred dollars, it barely kept things cold, but with expensive rent and bills and general life things, Nehemia and her couldn't afford anything better.

Which was how she ended up in this situation. Picking up more shifts barely gave them anything extra, because the economy right now in Terrasen was shit. Nehemia had made a joke about needing sugar daddies, and Aelin, knowing that Nehemia could never really do such a thing, had decided that maybe it was a good idea.

Nehemia had told Aelin that she was insane for pursuing such a thing, and that she had only been joking, but Aelin was not and that she could handle herself if things went wrong.

Nehemia had told her not to do anything, but Aelin was determined and started her search. It had taken a while to find a website that was genuine and didn't make her feel like she had to scrub her eyes out with bleach.

She created her page in private, because she not only was Nehemia against the idea, but so was Elide and Lysandra—she didn't dare tell Aedion what she was doing. Her cousin could be an overprotective pain in her ass at times, and Aelin was very well aware that if Aedion caught wind of what she was doing, he would have locked her up in her room without any type of device so she couldn't go forward with her plan.

She appreciated their concern, she did, but she was a consenting, tax-paying adult, and if she wanted to use her time to get paid spending time with a rich man, then Aelin was allowed to do exactly that.

It wasn't prostitution, she had looked it up, because it was the sugar babies that had the power and so that was how it went with her and Rowan.

Aelin didn't even have sex with Rowan until it was the sixth month anniversary of her and Rowan's...relationship (and gods, it was the best sex Aelin ever had. Rowan was a generous and completely unselfish lover).

He was the first one she came across on the site and almost drooled down herself when she saw his picture. Silver hair, pine-green eyes, a beautiful tattoo down the length of his left arm and tanned skin, he was stupidly attractive and only ten years old than her.

Aelin messaged him first only after being on the site for ten minutes, deciding that surely he was the best one and that she needn't bother to look at any other candidates.

They hit it off straight away, and after deciding on a restaurant to meet at, Aelin had informed Nehemia of the matter, which she was promptly met with question after question: why can't a thirty-four year old man find someone his own age? Is he one of those men that can't date a woman five minutes older than him because of some stupid made up reason? How do you know for certain that it's him in the picture? What if he's cat-fishing you? What if he's a freak, or a killer? What if he's just pretending to be rich to kidnap you? What if, what if, what if?

And so after a heated discussion, Nehemia had come along on her date-that-wasn't-really-a-date and sat a few tables away from her and Rowan, watching them—especially him—the entire time like a hawk.

Aelin had completely forgotten that her friend was there, so enraptured by Rowan and what he did and how he saw life.

It had been fourteen months of seeing Rowan and genuinely enjoying spending time with him and weeks ago, she realised that she wanted it to be something more. That she had come to care for him, not because of the money, but purely because it was Rowan and he made her feel seen and he wasn't afraid of her, because she had once been told by an ex that she could be too much and that he couldn't handle all her baggage.

Aelin wanted a life with him.

So Aelin told Rowan she loved him when he dropped her off tonight after their dinner and a movie date, telling him how she felt, and he had said thank you. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and went home, leaving behind the pine-and-snow scent of him.

Aelin really wanted to find a hole to crawl into and die.

She was scarfing down her third brownie when Nehemia's bedroom door opened, her friend clad in an old matching pj set, her slippers shuffling across the tile.

“What happened? Are you okay?” her friend asked upon seeing Aelin's guttered look. Her dark brows furrowed. “Did that bastard hurt you? If he did, I'll—”

“He didn't do anything,” Aelin interrupted her friend. Taking the food, Aelin planted herself on the teal blue velvet sofa Rowan gave her for Yulemas last year, ignoring the scent of not just him, but of them both from when he came over after work just the other day with pizza and a DVD that she insisted that she watched because it was too good not to, when they forgot all about the movie as Rowan buried himself inside her, leaving hickeys all over her neck that she had to cover up with thick concealer.

Nehemia joined her on the couch, her friend momentarily forgetting for now that she had walked in on her and Rowan just moments after they finished, muttering under her breath in Eyllwe as she glared at them defiling the couch, and gave her a look that Aelin knew that Nehemia would listen to every word that came out from her.

And when Aelin was done recounting the story, all Nehemia could come up with was, “Oh.”

“Yes, 'oh,'. I've probably fucked up the whole thing. So don't be surprised if I call you on your lunch break tomorrow telling you he's broken things off.”

“Aelin, I don't think he will. I know that I'm not the biggest fan of your...situation—”

“I'm aware,” Aelin said, cutting her friend off. “You still won't let me buy you a new mattress, even though yours is hard as a brick and lumpy as hell. I've told you that you can pay me—”

“Aelin,” Nehemia said, “we're not talking about mattresses right now. As I was saying, I doubt he'll break things off because I've seen the way he looks at you. I still think he's too old for you, but he cares for you. You probably just caught him by surprise.”

“How does he look at me?” Aelin was observant, but sometimes when she was with Rowan, all her observation skills went out the window.

“Like he loves you,” Nehemia said, no hint of doubt in her voice.

Aelin sighed, her feelings slowly starting to crush her. “I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

Sighing once more, Aelin put the food back in the fridge, showered and went to bed, forgoing her usual night texting ritual with Rowan.

She really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.

X X X X X X

Rowan couldn't concentrate, which wasn't a good thing, since his job dealt with having to concentrate all the time. But no matter what mind-focusing techniques he did, he couldn't stop thinking about Aelin.

Couldn't stop thinking about how she said she was in love with him. How her beautiful eyes had been sparkling when she said those words to him. And how the light in them dimmed when he said thank you and kissed her on the cheek, telling her that he would talk to her later. But he hadn't texted her, nor did she.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you. He really couldn't believe that was what he said. Felt like an utter fool and a bastard as he realised he probably crushed her heart. Aelin didn't like being vulnerable, and she had been when she said those words and he had gone and fucked it all up.

Rowan loved Aelin, he did, but he truly wasn't prepared for those words. He loved how on the weekends they would be up at one am, baking chocolate goodies, dancing in the quiet kitchen, humming quietly to Aelin's classical music playlist, with her wearing not the nightgowns that he loved, but one of his old hoodies.

He didn't think that he would get along with her so well once they met, thinking that their online interactions were nothing but a fluke. He was moments away from deleting the profile because he didn't actually create it, but Fenrys had, his friend grumbling that he needed a girlfriend, with Rowan arguing that creating a profile on a sugar daddy site was not dating but probably the opposite, when Aelin messaged him.

His life-long friend didn't listen, much to Rowan's annoyance—but he didn't grab his phone out of his friends hand; Rowan blamed it on the several whiskys he had downed by that point.

Aelin bewitched him on that first meet up. She was intelligent as hell and funny, and creative and beautiful. He was aware of why she was on the date with him, but he didn't care, just as long as he got to see her again.

Fourteen months later and Rowan was still bewitched. He wanted to be with her on a permanent basis, but wasn't completely sure how to take that step.

Clearly, Aelin had taken that step for them, and Rowan was the worlds biggest moron.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you.

Groaning, Rowan turned away from his computer and looked at the skyline, ignoring the buildings to instead watch the puffy clouds drift by.

Aelin loved watching the clouds, loved stargazing, loved questioning about the universe and what the skies held.

He never really paid any of that stuff attention, not until he met her.

Rowan didn't want to lose her, didn't want her to think that he was about to break up with her over this. He had to see her, so he grabbed his keys and wallet, told his secretary to hold his calls for the rest of the day, and went to visit Aelin.

X X X X X X

It had been an usually busy day for a Wednesday and Aelin was glad for her lunch break as she trudged up to the roof of the shopping centre. She wasn't really allowed up here, but she wanted some fresh air and to feel the sun against her skin as she sat down and dug into her lunch—fast food, unfortunately for her, because she was so frazzled from last night that she completely forgot about making a pack lunch.

Rowan hadn't called her, or texted her. Not even an email had been sent her way.

Aelin hated that she felt so damned mopey. She was an independent woman, but gods, even a good morning text would have been fine.

She finished her lunch, popping several mints into her mouth to get rid of the onion taste, when the roof door crashed open and a familiar hulking figure came into view.

He must have spoken to Elide to find her here.

Aelin's brow furrowed. “Rowan, what are you doing here?” Oh gods, surely he wasn't going to break up with her, she still had hours to go; there'd be no way she could work if she had tears in her eyes.

Taking her hands in his, Aelin stood up. She steeled herself against whatever he was going to say.

“I love you, Aelin. I'm in love with you, too,” Rowan said, his eyes soft and full of genuine love. Aelin's heart shot up into her throat. “I want a life with you. I want us to buy a home, one that has warmth and character, and a big garden. I want a dog. And kids too, if you want, I know that you've never mentioned it, but if you don't want any then that is completely fine. I want to support you in whatever endeavors you want to take, and if you ever want to go back to university, then I'll support you, or if you want to find a way to use your business degree, I'll help you with that, too. Whatever you want Aelin, I'll give it to you, as long as you're by my side, I'll be happy.”

Aelin was silent for so long that Rowan thought that maybe he shocked her into silence. But eventually, she smiled, one that was dazzling in its beauty that it took his breath away.

“You love me?”

“I do, Aelin, I love you.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Rowan groaned at the amusement in her tone, in her eyes. “You're never going to let me live that down, are you?”

She smirked. “Definitely not. It'll be a nice story to tell our children...one day. For now, I think we should contend with being proper significant others.”

Rowan nodded, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because I need to get back to work, since I'm no longer accepting your allowances. I won't deny the use of your credit card, but other than that, you are no longer my sugar daddy.”

It was Rowan's turned to smirk, and it was the one that made her core clench. “How about I be 'daddy' instead?”

Aelin snorted, even as she clenched around nothing again. Smacking his arm lightly, Aelin kissed him. “Only if you behave,” she said against his lips, “and now I really need to go back to work.”

Rowan walked her back, their fingers laced together, and as she turned to say goodbye, Aelin said, “I'll see you later, daddy.”

Rowan groaned, and it took everything in him not to take her hand and into his car to have his wicked way with her.

By the time he thought of a response, Aelin was already back to work, helping a customer with an impressive stack of books in her arms.

But she knew he was still there, because the way she swayed her hips to the counter was all for him, and when she saw him watching her, Aelin winked, making Rowan's heart flutter in his chest.

He really did love her. And he would live with her teasing him for the rest of his life, just as long as she was with him.

S2 05 | Venomous

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2305

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, murder, swearing (always).

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"All right, I only found one thing online called a kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers." Stiles grabbed his backpack with one hand while the three of us left class.

"That thing was not a jaguar."

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." I chuckled as Stiles threw his hands in the air.

"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Scott gazed at me. "Especially, not until she is dead." Thank you for the reminder, dear Scotty.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship."

"Hey guys," I stopped walking, both of them doing the same thing, peering at me. "I will catch you in the next class. I need to talk to someone." I glanced at Jackson who was resting his side against the lockers, talking to Danny.

"Are you sure?" The Hazel-eyed boy questioned after he followed my gaze. "Do you want me to go with you? Because last time he-"

"It's okay," My hand rested on his right arm, rubbing my finger through his shirt. "Jackson is acting suspicious, more than normal. He has been talking to this guy from class." Both boys waited for me to continue talking. "He asked that boy for his camera, to record himself at night."

"How did you get that information?"

"At the lacrosse game the other night, he started talking and didn't shut up." I chuckled while rolling my eyes to add a little more of dramatism. "He told me that Jackson gave him back the camera, but it was broken. He didn't give any explanation of what had happened. Just told him to send him the bill, rich boy things I suppose."

"Okay," Scott nodded. "We will head to class, then." His hand grabbed my wrist delicately. "If you need help, let me know." I nodded at him, smiling. Then, I grinned at Stiles, knowing that he didn't feel comfortable with the situation. I didn't either, Jackson was hiding something. Something bigger than me.

I walked to Jackson and Danny, putting a sweet smile on my face. "Hi boys!" Danny winked at me. "Uhm, Jackson I need to talk to you about," I bit my lower lip. "About the swimming class!"

Danny nodded at us, saying he was going back to class. Then, I was left alone with the smirking boy.

"You aren't good at lying." He smirked while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Neither are you, Jackson." The smile disappeared from my face. "What is going on with you? You can't tell me you don't have a little idea of what you are." I mumbled, getting closer to him.

"Do you have any idea of what you are?" He got me there. "There's your answer. I don't either. But I know one thing for sure, Y/N McCall." I hated that last name, it came from someone who probably wouldn't even recognize me if he saw me. "Whatever I am, you are too." I shivered.

"I don't think so." I swallowed. "We might have been scratched by the same thing. But you," I pointed my finger to his chest. "You got scratched by a wolf, and you aren't one." Of course, I did have my suspicions. They only thing we knew for sure was that we weren't werewolves.

"I told you," He glared at me. "Shit going on in your life can affect the bite or scratch. Anxiety and depression can affect the outcome of being scratched by a wolf. You aren't one neither. It means you were also affected by those side effects."

"Flash me," I said. Jackson smirked, getting closer to me. "Your eyes, stupid asshole." I slapped the side of his head.

"I don't know how to do that, but they are yellow." He grabbed his backpack.

"Slit and yellow?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," He started walking away. "Now, if you excuse me I'm going to be a responsible student and go to my class."

I did the same as Jackson, walking to my next class. When I entered, both of my boys were sitting next to Lydia. I was surprised by that as normally Scott would sit with Allison or Stiles, and Stiles would sit with Scott or me. The male McCall made a gesture with his head, Erica and Isaac were sitting behind them. Nice. Derek thought that Lydia was the kanima, but she wasn't. I needed more proof, but I was convinced that the strawberry blonde girl wasn't that beast.

Mr. Harris looked at me. "Grab a seat, McCall." I apologized, doing what he had ordered. "Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." He put his hand on Stiles's shoulder. The poor boy looked up, pouting. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with - I didn't ask for volunteers." Most of the boys in the class had their hands up, wishing to be put next to Erica. Horny teenagers. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two."

Allison ended up sitting next to Lydia, Scott next to Erica, Stiles got a random person from class while I got to see next to Isaac Lahey. "If you touch Lydia, I will kill you." I hissed.

"Let me tell you," Isaac looked me up and down while I tried to follow the instructions. He completely ignored my previous words. "You look so beautiful. I can't believe you and Scott share the same daddy." He bit his lower lip. "I could be yours tho." His hand stretched out to touch my hair.

"CHANGE!" We all turned around to stare at Stiles, who had screamed that. He was looking directly at me. "I-I mean, Mr. Harris is time to c-change, right?"

"That's my job, Stilisnki." He glared at him. "Switch."

Now I was sitting next to Allison. "You okay?" I ask while helping her mix whatever we were mixing.

"Are you asking because that bitch put her hand on Scott's thigh." She smiled while gritting her teeth.

"Scott doesn't feel anything for her," I affirmed. "He is a puppy in love with you, Al." She smiled while I used her new nickname. We both continued following Mr. Harris's instructions. Then, I heard Stiles's voice who was sitting in front of me.

"If you harm one perfect (h/c) hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present." His hands moved rapidly, trying to match the instructions given by Mr. Harris. "Actually no, I wouldn't because she doesn't wear clothes that make use of animals to sell more, but that doesn't matter, I will still kill you."

"Mmmh seems like she could kill me with her hands." He was trying to get Stiles even madder. "She told me she would kill me if I touched Lydia." He smirked. "You have a crush on Lydia, right?"

Stiles shook his head, looking up, meeting Isaac's gaze. "Don't touch any of those girls."

"Listen, Stiles," He touched his nose, sniffing. "I could help you get Lydia, and then Y/N will be fully available for me. I told her she was beautiful, and she ignored me." Stiles smiled proudly. "I told her I couldn't believe that Scott and she shared the same fucking dad." He got closer to his ear. "I told her I could be her daddy."

The Hazel eyed boy bit his lower lip, trying to control his rage. "Mm, unrequited love's a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy."

"Nah, I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her. I'm not very good at writing."

Mr. Harris touched the bell. "And switch!" I moved, sitting next to Erica now. Fuck my life. Stiles didn't move from his seat, which made Mr. Harris hit him with a ruler.

"Aw, that must hurt," Erica smirked while resting her head on her hand. "You seem mad, babygirl." She peered at me, still smiling. "I didn't touch your boy this time. I touched Allison's."

I smiled at her. "True, you didn't touch my boy, so I'm going to let this pass. Next time you touch anyone close to me, you are a dead werewolf, Erica. And tell Derek that if he dares touch, Lydia, I will kill him myself. I won't hesitate." I continued grinning. "I won't hesitate to discover what the fuck I am while I kill the three of you slowly, Erica."

"Seems like you are quite similar to your mom." She grinned. "Must feel like shit when your mom was a murderer."

"You and my mother have something in common then," I replied while swallowing, a knot had formed in my throat. "You both murder innocent people."

"Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the part of that last experiment, I'm sure you'll all enjoy - You can eat it." My eyes went to Scott to see that he was deeply studying Lydia and Isaac. Lahey has offered the crystal to Lydia, a thick liquid falling from it.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling frustrated. I couldn't help them. I couldn't entirely help them without knowing what creature was I. I yelled inside my head due to the frustration I felt. Next thing I know, the window next to Lydia shattered, the crystal fell to the floor due to the shock. The pieces of the window didn't hurt Lydia at all, but they hurt Isaac.

Scott looked back at me, mouth wide open. I did that?

After class, we parted ways. Scott went to 'talk' to Boyd and Derek to the lacrosse field, Allison went to talk to Lydia's psychiatric after she found out that she could be able to read whatever language the bestiary was in. Meanwhile, Stiles and I accompanied Lydia to the library, scared to leave her alone.

After that, we all reunited except Scott.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?"

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." His hand sometimes touched Lydia's arm, which made my heart ache for some unknown reason. He was just protecting her.

"Hmm, well, why don't they just meet us in the library?"

"Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late."

"Okay, hold on-"

"Lydia, shut up and walk." I didn't like the idea of Jackson coming. Nobody was listening to me, Lydia wasn't the kanima. They wanted to protect her in case Derek would get a hold of her, but we needed to do other things, like discover who the fuck was the kanima. Even though, I had some ideas.

We got into Stiles's jeep, and when we arrived at his house, he closed the door, locking it and lying to Lydia, letting her know that there were some robberies on the neighborhood and a fricking murder. Great idea, Stiles.

When Jackson told Lydia that he wanted to talk to her, just the two of them, I didn't like that. But it was the perfect moment to tell Allison and Stiles about Jackson. "Guys listen," I started. "I think I know who the ka-"

I was interrupted when Allison noticed that Derek and the other were outside the house, ready to attack. She called Scott with Stiles's phone. "It's me." She was neurotic, like all of us. But they had to listen to me. "You need to get here now. Right now." When she hanged up, I tried to talk again.

"What are you doing?" I was interrupted by Stiles, who looked at Allison.

"I think...I think I have to call my dad."

"No, but if he finds you here - you and Scott -"

"I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"Guys, there's no need in calling your dad, Allison." I raised my voice. "I know who-" I was interrupted, again. Allison was thrown to one side of the room, while Stiles to the other.

I hissed at the person, he turned around, flashing his eyes. Isaac Lahey. "Allison!" I yelled while keeping my eyes on Lahey. "Take care of Stiles!"

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going to get the Kanima."

I went into some rooms, trying to find anything that would help me find the kanima. One of the windows inside a room had some sticky fluid, which meant the kanima was there. I went out of the window, thankful that Coach had made us climb rock walls.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I heard Lydia's voice, which meant that they were outside the house.

The kanima looked at me, trying to get away. "Jackson!" It turned around to look at me, he hissed. I groaned. Then, he jumped, pushing me down. I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that my body would hit the ground. Thankfully, I was caught my Stiles, more or less. I ended up on top of him, both of us on the ground. I panted looking around.

"Are you okay?" Scott ignored Derek while coming closer.

"I've been trying to say it all day." I gasped. Stiles sat down, I was still sitting on his lap. "It's Jackson. The Kanima it's Jackson."

What does that make me?

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Imagine:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

Warnings: Smut. Flash back.

Micheal and Yara.

Two siblings from Oakland who decided to get an apartment near Telegraph Ave so that Yara could study at Berkeley. Yara is currently studying Art History there and she will be graduating in May at the age of 21. Micheal, her older brother, is into graphic design and web development so he works for a small company creating websites for Architectural businesses. He also does free lance work on the side to earn extra cash so he can afford living in their expensive apartment. Micheal and Yara’s parents are divorced. Their father lives in San Francisco city and their mother lives where Micheal and Yara are with her new husband in Alameda County. Yara used to live with her mother but she didn’t get along with her step father. Micheal brought up the idea of sharing an apartment to Yara since his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Evette decided that she didn’t want to move in with him. 

Currently, Micheal and Evette are arguing about Micheal's whereabouts last Friday evening. Yara was trying to take a nap in her room before her late shift at 9:00 PM as a bar tender. Tossing and turning in her bed covered in fluffy white sheets, Yara groaned loudly before throwing her sheets back, temples pounding with a tension headache that Yara tries to sooth by massaging them but it doesn’t work. Only in a Metallica T-shirt, Yara grabs a pair of Champions sweatpants from her dresser, sliding her feet in her canary yellow UGG slippers, and walking out of her bedroom. Yara’s eardrums damn near bust when she stepped into the hallway of the apartment. Rubbing the cold from her eyes, Yara walked out into the living room area coming face to face with the source of the commotion.

“STOP LYING!” Evette, Short, petite, reminded Yara of Keyshia Cole because of her bright red hair and nose piercing, tossed a decorative pillow at Micheal from across the room. Micheal caught it with his quick reflexes before placing it back on the couch. He didn’t appear bothered at all by Evette’s screaming and hollering.

“Evette, I ain’t got nothing to lie about. I told you, I was with my boy, Erik. He’s back in town for a little while before he goes back to the Military,” Micheal spoke with a flat tone, eyes bored.

“I don’t believe you. I think you were with some girl. I think you’re out here sticking your dick in some other bitch. When I find out, I’m beating both of yall ass, for real,” Evette threatens Micheal with one of her long acrylic hot pink nails almost jabbing him in the eye. 

“This ain’t the first time you accused me of cheating,” Micheal ran his hands down his face, “It’s really getting on my nerves, Evette. The constant trying to go through my phone, picking fights with me, the insecurities. What do I have to lie about? I could have dropped you years ago but no, I care about you too much to do that. Now, I’m just tired of you acting like a damn child.”

“Ahem,” Yara clears her throat.

Micheal and Evette turn towards her.

“Do y’all mind taking this shit somewhere else? I have to work tonight and I can’t sleep with all this yelling.”

“Hi to you too, Yara,” Evette spoke sarcastically.

“Bitch, don’t give me attitude. Do you pay the bills in here?” Yara has her fists balled up like she was ready to hit Evette. Evette simply laughs, staring at Yara like she’s a joke before turning her attention back to Micheal.

“My bad, little sis, Evette was just leaving-“

“WHAT?” Evette’s voice grew loud again.

“You heard me. Bounce. If you don’t trust me I can’t deal with you, Evette.”

Evette folds her arms across her perky chest, “Do you actually mean it this time around or will you be calling me tomorrow night asking to come over? you are famous for that shit, Mike.”

Micheal groans, “I don’t know right now. All I know is I need you to leave so I can clear my head, you know what I’m saying?”

“Okay, clear your head, GOTCHA,” Evette turns around, practically stomping to the door, “Lying ass piece of shit.”

“Don’t slam the door either!”Micheal yells.

BAM!

“Yeah,” Micheal closes his eyes to calm himself.

“You’re better than me. I feel like following her and kicking that bitch down the steps. You need to drop her, Mike. Do you even see what’s going on?”

“Nah, baby sis, tell me what’s up? What am I NOT seeing?”

Yara tilted her head at Micheal with sad eyes. Micheal shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t understand what Yara was trying to tell him without using words.

“You can be so damn thick-headed sometimes,” Yara threw her hands up matter-of-factually, “Evette is cheating on you, Mike. She’s just trying to give you a reason to end things so she can continue fucking whoever she is fucking without you knowing.”

“Wait...what?” Micheal says with disbelief.

“You’re Girl? The love of your life? She’s fucking someone else, Mike.”

Micheal blinked at Yara with bewildered eyes.

“Listen, fool, while you’re sitting there stuck on stupid, Evette is driving to a dick appointment trying to think of a plan B to get rid of yo’ ass. Just end it with her. The shit is toxic. I don’t even want a nigga to step into my personal space after witnessing the shit you and Evette go through.”

“If Evette is cheating on me...” Micheal didn’t finish his sentence but Yara knew her brother would bring hell to earth if he caught Evette fucking another man. As much as they bickered and broke up, Evette was her brothers first real love. He wouldn’t admit it, but Micheal would be heart broken.

“Then I’m going to whip her ass,” Yara said in her brothers defense, “Nobody fucks with my bro like that.”

“I’ll let you beat her ass too.”

Yara kisses her brothers forehead, “I’m going to go back in bed, I am so exhausted with school- hold up, did you say that you were with Erik?”

“Yeah,” Micheal said whole scrolling through his phone, “He’s back for a little while.”

“I haven’t seen Erik in, like, three years?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long ass time. I thought he forgot about us,” Micheal laughs, “He’ll be here later if you want to catch him before you go to work.”

“Mama was asking about him a few days ago,” Yara says recalling the conversation they both had when she went to visit her. Micheal and Yara’s mother always pulled the photo albums out whenever they came to see her. The photo album she brought out when Yara came over was Micheal’s prom photos. Micheal and Erik went to prom together their senior year.

“Look at Erik! Wasn’t he so skinny?!” Yara’s mama says.

“Yeah, mama, he was swimming in his suit.”

Yara’s eyes twinkled when she stared at Erik’s photo. Her first ever crush. The guy she kissed on a whim when she was 18 and he was 24. Yara felt so embarrassed. Erik simply gave her a kind smile, hugging her tightly. She felt like a silly child. Erik was a grown man. Ever since then, Yara hadn’t seen Erik.

“You Aight?” Micheal looked over at Yara with a smirk.

“I’m fine.”

Yara couldn’t stop thinking about her brothers friend who used to spend the night when they were kids. His friend who wore only a pair of basketball shorts when he slept. His friend who used to stand in Yara’s doorway to her bedroom teasing her.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Yara looked off to the side.

“When you look away like that it’s a sign that you’re lying. You ain’t gotta tell me, it’s probably some nasty shit that I really don’t want to know anyway.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Yara rolls her eyes, turning away to walk back to her room with her middle finger raised behind her, directed towards her brother.

——————

A few hours later:

Erik Stevens stepped off of the elevator within Micheal and Yara’s apartment building on Telegraph Ave. kinky fro freshly shaped up and a new fit and shoes on his feet, Erik checked his text message from Micheal that informed him of what apartment it is.

“9C,” Erik places his phone back inside of his jacket pocket, eyes searching from left to right before spotting the crisp white door with a bronze letter C on it and a tiny peep hole. Erik knocks, the gold Piaget watch on his right wrist making a loud tapping sound against the surface of the door. In under two seconds, Micheal opens the door, a broad smile on his handsome chocolate face when he noticed who it was.

“What’s up, cuz?” Micheal gave Erik dabs, “I ain’t expect you to be over this early, bruh, you good?”

“I’m good, I just needed to get away from CeCe. You know she offered for me to stay at her new place instead of a hotel.”

“You know you have to tell me about all of that, right?” Micheal jokes, holding his door open further for Erik to enter. Erik steps inside, his eyes admiring the urban styled apartment. It was Boho vintage with different shades of browns, greens, and reds. The living room was decorated and furnished with cream colored walls, Urban photographs of Oakland, cactus plants, a standout leather sofa set in a dessert brown color accompanied with khaki colored patch work leather ottomans and an elegantly modern coffee table featuring a round metal tabletop in a brushed, antique brass finish. 60 inch flat screen TV, an acacia wood credenza that Erik was sure is filled with old 70s and 80s records.

“Shit, let me take my shoes off, I don’t want to mess up this nice carpet,” Erik kicks his shoes off near the front door.

“You can put them in that shoe rack right there if you want. Yara got that from the thrift store about a week ago.”

Erik looks up at Micheal with expectant eyes, “Little Yara? She lives with you? what happened with Evette?”

“Long story, bro, Yara and I decided to get a place together close to Berkeley and I work for that new company I was telling you about last weekend so we can commute easier. Plus, you know moms live near us too.”

“Yeah, yeah. So, what is little Yara studying at Berkeley?”

Micheal smiles like a proud older brother, “Art History. She wants to become a Curator.”

“I’ve always seen her working in a museum. She loves history so much,” Erik reminisced with a slight smirk, “Is she here?”

“Straight back there-Wait.”

Erik was ready to rush back to see her.

“Let me see if she’s decent. She gotta work in about a few hours.”

“No problem, bruh, I’ll chill out here.”

Erik watches Micheal walk to the back of the apartment where the rooms are. Taking a seat on the leather couch, Erik strokes his beard, thinking about Yara. He hadn’t seen her in three years. He wondered how different she looked. By different he meant mature and filled out like a women. Back when she was just 18 years of age, Yara was so petite and athletic since she played Lacrosse, braces on her teeth, and so sweet and innocent. From what Micheal told Erik last weekend when they went out to a Hookah bar for Boys night, Yara gained weight. Micheal joked about it, typical sibling teasing, but Erik wished he could have seen a picture. Now, his mind went back to when Yara kissed him the night of her graduation party before Erik left to start his JSOC training. He honestly didn’t know how to respond. Yara looked like her world came crashing down when he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings. She was much younger than him, Erik has her by six years. She was 18 and he was 24. Yeah, Yara was legal but it still felt weird. He always knew little Yara had a crush on him and he surely didn’t want Micheal to know about it.

“She’s still asleep,” Micheal walked back out with a generous bag filled with an eighth of top-shelf weed, “You want to smoke a blunt and tell me about this bitch named CeCe?”

———————

Yara. Don’t forget. The history project is due tomorrow night. Since you’re group lead, you have to submit it.

Yara rolls her eyes at the group chat she was in with her fellow History classmates. That assignment was the last thing on her damn mind. Yara closes her Mac, stretching her curvy body out like a cat before getting up from her comfy bed. Like a strong wind, the smell of kush hit her nose. Yara noticed that her bedroom door is cracked. Micheal must have come to check on her. Yara slips on a pair of Champion Reverse Weave drawstring shorts that were folded on the end of her bed in a pink color, bed hair and all, walking out of her room and towards the living room. When she entered the hallway, two male voices could be heard. It finally dawned on Yara who the other male present could be.

Erik.

Yara walks to the bathroom, deciding to wipe her face off and brush her teeth. She still needed to shower but that could wait until she ate something. Admiring her hair, Yara reaches up to pull her hair tie from her curly hair, fluffing it out and shaking her head so it wouldn’t look like she just rolled out of bed. Yara then brushes her teeth, using her water closer afterwards. Satisfied, Yara takes in a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies in her stomach before walking out of the bathroom and towards the living room area.

“So, you’re telling me that CeCe is trying to hook you up with someone? why are you there?”

“You know she likes playing match made in heaven. CeCe is cool, Mike, I know me and her used to fuck around before I left but it ain’t even like that now. Just a friend helping out a friend. No big thing.”

Micheal chuckles, “E, I know you, man. You had all that pussy around you to play with and you ain’t have a taste? Nigga-“

“Like I said, nah. I don’t want that anymore or her friend she’s trying to get me with. Her friend just wants to know how the dick CeCe used to get is really about. You can look at me like that all you want. Everything is temporary. I’m shopping for a house right now-“

“You can just sleep on our couch-“

“I’m too big for this fucking couch,” Erik laughs, “Once my house is built from the ground up, you’ll see that it was all worth it. And you know I can’t stay with our other friends they gon’ get me caught up and I don’t need to be in jail.”

Erik takes a puff of weed before handing it over to Mike.

Micheal accepts the weed, instantly smoking it before letting the smoke out from his nose, “You’re a changed man, E. Got a house in the works, left the hood to pursue your dreams of being this J.I Joe motherfucker,” Erik playfully jabs Micheal in his ribs, “Seeiously, man, I’m proud of you. Wait until Yara sees you, bruh.”

Erik licks his lips before raising a single brow, “What you mean by that?

“She ain’t gonna believe this the same Erik from three years ago. What you do? Get inside of the same machine as Captain America?”

“Funny, nigga.”

Yara didn’t reveal herself just yet. She just wanted to hear him talk. Erik’s voice definitely appeared deeper. Raspy, then husky, then deep and gruff. When he genuinely laughed it was still just as light as before. Yara peeked out into the living room. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth. Kinky fro, muscles, facial hair, and tiny scars on his arms is what she noticed first. Micheal was right, this was Erik 2.0. Then, whenever he talked; those lush lips moving, Yara saw gold canines in his mouth. He looked so rough and scruffy. The Military definitely made him harder.

“Yara, stop being nosy!” Micheal yells. Yara almost jumped where she stood. She was so in tune with her thoughts that she hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten into the living room.

“Shut up Mike!” Yara fired back. With nervous eyes, Yara looked over at Erik. He didn’t speak, all he did was look fixedly at her with his eyes wide open. It was as if time stood still and she was the only thing that mattered in that room. Even the weed in Erik’s hand could burn to ash.

“Hi, Erik,” Yara couldn’t stop herself from grinning when Erik smiled at her with his dimples.

“Little Yara, what’s going on girl!” Erik hands Micheal the blunt back before standing from the couch, walking over to Yara with his arms outstretched for her to give him a big hug. Yara walks up to Erik, giggling nervously before bringing her arms around his waist, squeezing him. Erik rocked Yara back and forth while his chin rested on top of her curly head. Erik then brings his lips down to kiss Yara’s forehead before pulling her away to get a good look at her.

Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Erik’s eyes burned with desire when he gazed at Yara’s voluptuous, curvy, ample, and generous body. She really filled out from the last time he saw her. Mike can joke all he wants but Yara looked...

Erik covered his eyes with his hands, a suppressed laugh escaping his mouth before he opened his arms wide for her to hug him again. Yara giggles, stepping back into his embrace again to accept his hug. He smelled like patchouli. Tall, brawny, chiseled, broad-shouldered, and hulking, Yara couldn’t get over how comfortable she felt within Erik’s embrace. The deep baritone of his voice made her shiver.

“Look at you girl, all grown up. Crazy how that happened in three years, right?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Yara turned her face away timidly, “So, how is the Military treating you? I mean...” Yara looks Erik up and down with a shake of her head, “It seems like it’s treating you nice. Go hard or go home, right?

“Treating me like I’m a piece of shit but it’s worth it,” Erik laughs, “The Military transformed me.”

Yes it did

“You do look great, I almost didn’t recognize you sitting on that couch. The hair, the muscles, the scars...”

Yara looked at them, her hand extending out suddenly to touch a row of scars that looked freshly raised against his skin.

“Don’t.”

Yara jolted upright, her hand jerking away. His voice and the look he gave her had her shrank in front of him.

“Shit, my bad, girl. You don’t want to touch these. Bad memories. That’s all, little Yara, I’m sorry.”

“It’s...it’s okay,” Yara steps away, shifting from one foot to the other, “Good to see you though, Erik.”

“You too, girl,” Erik scratched his beard before reluctantly turning away from Yara to take his seat next to Micheal on the couch. Yara watched him walk away while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The way they greeted eachother felt so different. Erik wasn’t only physically changed, He’s mentally changed too.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?” Micheal stretched his slender tattoo covered arms above his head.

“Yeah, but I’m hungry so,” Yara rubbed her hands on her thighs to get rid of the sweat before walking away and into the kitchen. Yara finally exhaled when she entered the kitchen after holding her breath while walking past Erik. The kitchen was open and you could peek into the living room. Erik was sitting directly across from Micheal staring straight ahead at Yara while smoking his blunt. He tilted his head at her while half listening to Micheal talk about Evette. Yara turned her face away, grabbing a loaf of wheat bread from the counter to make herself a PB&J sandwich.

“Little sis, what you cooking up in there?”

“Nothing for you,” Yara spread strawberry jam on her bread, “Why don’t you order in?”

“I was thinking about it, E, I’ma make a liquor run real quick, you want anything?”

“I got some good stuff in the car I can grab, you aint gon’ drink it so don’t even ask.”

“Yeah, I like my own shit,” Micheal stood from the couch, walking towards the back of the apartment to his room. It was silent minus the low TV and Yara washing the butter knife she used to make her sandwich. Erik leaned back into the leather couch, crossing his arms over his solid chest. He watched Yara walk over to the trash can to toss a paper towel in the trash that she most likely used to clean up crumbs or spilled jam. Erik has a great view of Yara’s thick ass bending over, her drawstring shorts raising up her thighs and getting caught between her ass cheeks. Such a beautiful sight has Erik’s brows knitted as he gave her a once-over. At that particular moment, Yara looked back at him as if she could feel his eyes boring into her.

“Hi.” She spoke in a trembling tone.

“Hi, back,” Erik says suggestively.

“Did Mike leave yet?”

“Nah-“

“Aight, I’ll be back, y’all good? Need anything?” Micheal was back with a hoodie on, a dad cap, and a pair of vans on his feet.

“Can you stop by that corner market that sells those organic fruits? I want some mangos.” Yara yelled from the kitchen.

Micheal grabbed the door knob, pausing, “I’m making a liquor run too.”

“Oh! I want some Hypnotiq.”

“Cool, you, E?”

“We can order in when you get back, I’m good.”

“Bet, I’ll be back.”

Micheal exits.

“Mike still just as skinny as he was since the last time I saw him” Erik laughs.

“Yeah, he can eat but it goes nowhere. Me, I gained all the weight in the world.”

Erik gave Yara a dismissive wave of his hand, “Girl, you look good. Ain’t nothing wrong with the weight you put on.”

Yara giggles, popping a green grape in her mouth, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Erik craned his neck to try and see her, “Why don’t you come in here and eat. Over there hiding and shit from a nigga.”

“Okay,” Yara got up from the dining room table, walking through the kitchen and entering the living room. She decided to sit her plump bottom on the floor while using one of the leather ottomans as a surface for her grapes and half eaten sandwich.

“So, how have you been?” Erik asked while rolling a new blunt.

“I’ve been doing just fine. Ready to graduate honestly.” Yara nervously rubbed her shoulder before gazing at Erik, “You?”

“Busy, busy, busy,” Erik’s onyx eyes landed on hers before looking back at his blunt, “Just traveling, training, that’s about it.”

“Oh,” Yara massaged the back of her neck, “Does those scars have anything to do with it?”

“Partly, yeah.”

“I see,” Yara admires them, “They look...they don’t look like typical scars.”

“That’s because they’re not.” Erik spoke in a flat tone.

“Let me just, stop asking,” Yara laughs awkwardly.

Erik chuckles, “It’s not a subject I rather talk about with you, Little Yara.”

“I understand. I won’t pry.”

“Cool,” Erik takes a hit of his blunt, cheeks blowing out as they filled with smoke, “Seeing anybody?”

“Nope. I haven’t for the past three months. Been trying to stay focused. Men are a distraction.”

“Y’all women are too,” Erik laughs, smoke escaping his nose.

Yara cocked her head, “So, my guess is you aren’t seeing anyone either.”

Erik licks his lips, “I don’t have time for that.”

“Does that include sex too?”

Erik clapped his hands together while chuckling, “Ahhhh, shit, Yara, did you just ask me about my sex life? Are you having sexxxxxxx?!

“I did. And I’m grown, ERIK, so yes, I’m having sex,” Yara gave a half shrug while rolling her eyes.

“21, right? I remember when I was 21. Legally can drink now and everything. Too bad you still can’t hang with us,” Erik chuckles.

Yara gave Erik the finger, “fuck you, don’t play with me like that.”

“I’m just saying, I remember you graduating high school the last time I saw you. Now you’re in your 20s, barely.”

Yara lowered her head, “Will you always remember me like that? Like DAMN, I did grow up, nigga.”

Erik noticed the attitude in her voice, “You’re mad at me?”

“Just annoyed,” Yara stood up, grabbing her food, “I’m gonna eat in my room so I can look over this project I have to submit tomorrow. I’ll see you later, Erik.”

Confused, Erik watched Yara practically storm away. He didn’t understand why his words offended her so much. It’s just what Erik is used to. He’s used to seeing Yara so young not a 21 year old adult. It was all still so new to him. Deciding not to chase after her, Erik gets up from the couch to retrieve his shoes so he could grab his drink from his car.

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Yara couldn’t even focus.

She was really bothered by Erik’s comments.

It was mainly because every time he cracked jokes she thought about her kissing him. He probably cracked jokes about that too. Clearly, Erik couldn’t look past the fact that Yara is Mike’s little sis. She really thought he was past that when he first laid eyes on her. She could tell what a look of lust was in a man’s eyes since Yara often receives that look. Erik’s eyes were gleaming with desire and attraction. He almost looked shocked that it was Yara. Then, the way he looked her up and down. His eyes damn near gaped when she noticed him staring while she was in the kitchen. Pupils flared and all. Now, it was as if he was trying to hide the attraction he has towards her after three years. Yara was disappointed honestly. She always thought the next time she ever saw Erik they would honestly re-do that kiss and possibly have sex. If Yara had the choice to go back and lose her virginity it would have been with Erik.

Glancing at her phone, Yara noticed it was around 7:45 PM. Luckily, the bar she worked at wasn’t too far from her. Yara didn’t drive so she usually walked or caught an Uber. Lifting from her soft and fluffy floor cushion, Yara grabs her white cotton towel and soap sponge to take a shower. Leaving her room, she could hear Erik watching a basketball game. Yara closes her bedroom door, walking across to the bathroom, closing the door behind her softly. She began to undress, stripping her clothes from her body into a wrinkled pile on the floor near the sink. Opening the medicine cabinet, Yara grabs her Dove sensitive skin body wash and exfoliating spin brush. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Erik being in the living room right now while she was naked in the bathroom. There was no way Yara could ignore the growing dampness between her legs. She hadn’t been wet to the thought of Erik in a very long time.

Luke warm water running, Yara pulled the tribal patterned shower curtain back, stepping inside carefully not to slip on the the shower mat, then closing the curtain behind her. Yara forgot to pin her hair up but she needed to wash her hair anyway so she allowed it to grow wet while she wet her body completely. Grabbing her exfoliating brush and the body wash, Yara applied the body wash to her curvy body, turning on her brush and in a circular motion, began to cleanse her skin from the neck down. She had a separate skin care routine and a spin brush for that as well. Yara lifts her leg on the side of the tub to wash behind her thighs, the warm water running down her ass and to her pussy. Yara felt extra tingly between her legs. She didn’t have time to rub off in the shower and she forgot her favorite vibrator in her bed room. Groaning, Yara tried to ignore it as best as she could while scrubbing the top of her feet.

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Erik sat cross-faded with his eyes sitting low. The basketball game was just background noise for him. Bored out of his mind, Erik really wanted to go and talk to Yara. He didn’t want to approach her on some awkward shit but at the same time he missed talking to her. Erik remembers how he used to talk and goof off with Yara from her doorway when they were younger. Micheal is very long-winded and sitting on the couch will eventually lead to Erik falling asleep. Erik leans forward on his elbow to peek down the hall where Yara’s bedroom is located. The hall was brightly lit from the light and he couldn’t tell which room was hers exactly. All the damn doors looked the same.

“Fuck it,” Erik places his phone on the coffee table, rising from the couch and making his way down the hall. Hands in his pockets, Erik approaches the first door. He knocks, no sound, twisting the knob and opening the door. It was Mikes room. Erik closes the door, walking further down the hall and approaching a door to his right. The light was on, he could tell from the glow beneath the door. Erik knocks, no sound. He grabs the brass knob, twisting it, then opening. Standing there, Erik’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His mouth hung open and his eyes went round as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. He gawked at the sight of Yara before him. A sight he never imagined in a million years he would see up until now.

Yara was arched over the bathtub with her ass pointed straight out at Erik. Erik could smell cleaning products; Fabuloso from what it smelled like. The water in the tub was on full blast as Yara cleaned the porcelain. Her body was still wet and she had a T-shirt wrapped around her hair. Yara’s ass jiggled each time she scrubbed the tub out. She wasn’t aware of his presence. Erik was so stunned by her naked body and the fact that he walked in on her that he couldn’t even speak.

Too late.

Yara lifts her body up, turning to place the scrub brush on the floor near the tub, her eyes catching Erik standing within the entrance to the bathroom. Yara felt as if her heart was leaving her body. Shell-shocked almost. Now, her breasts were revealed to him. Large, big brown areolas and nipples soaking wet and dripping, curvy waistline glistening with water down to her waxed mound and thighs. Pretty toes painted white with a tattoo of a rose on her left foot. Yara looked appetizing. Yara bit her lip bashfully, eyes glossy as if she wanted to cry from embarrassment, her hands reaching out to the toilet to grab her folded towel. Yara presses her lips together to try and stop her lower lip from trembling and eyes her looked heavenward.

Yara spoke with a shaky voice, “I-Why didn’t you knock? Erik?”

Erik didn’t respond. His eyes were ablaze staring straight at her face. He felt turned on but at the same time he felt guilty. Luckily, Yara couldn’t see how fat and long his dick had gotten within his jeans. She couldn’t hear him, maybe he should have knocked harder. Yara’s hands were shaking and she couldn’t meet his eyes. She was overly embarrassed and not at all prepared. Yara crosses her thighs, pressing the towel further into her chest.

“...I knocked. I should have knocked again. Shit, Yara, I’m sorry-“

“Just-it’s cool,” Yara sized Erik up before rolling her eyes, “Can’t go back now, yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Yara,” Erik felt like shit, “I’m so so so sorry, Yara.”

“Erik, stop with the apologizing,” Yara drew in a long breath.

“I’m just gonna go,” Erik turns away, walking out of the bathroom. Yara stayed rooted to the spot, her hand pressing further into her chest to calm her rapid heart beat. As always whenever Yara felt embarrassed, she sighed before laughing quietly to herself. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Yara shook her head at what just happened. She was afraid to even look Erik in his eyes now. He saw her in full on nudity. Not in her panties and bra, not in a swimsuit, not wrapped with a fluffy towel, no, fully naked.

Twirling a strand of hair that fell from under the T-shirt, and chewing on her cuticles, Yara gathered herself before leaving the bathroom. She places the cleaning products back in its designated basket under the sink before grabbing her sponge. Yara walked out of the bathroom, entering the hallway and her eyes disobeying her as she nervously glanced into the living room. There seated on the couch with his eyes focused on her, was Erik. Like a magnet, Yara couldn’t pull her eyes away. It was as if he waited to see her leave.

Yara raised a hand in greeting.

He waved.

Yara hung her head, a small smile on her face.

Erik did the same thing before looking at her again.

“I hope this doesn’t make it weird between me and you,” Yara says.

“Never,” Erik spoke with his deep voice, “it could never be weird with you.”

Yara licks her lips, eyes set with long lashes blinking slowly at Erik.

“What are you thinking?” Erik asks while leaning forward on his elbows.

“I’m...I...just-forget it-“

“Nah, tell me.” Erik pushes his eyes searching.

“Mike will be back soon, I have to get dressed.”

“He ain’t back yet,” Erik tilts his head at her, “Don’t be so shy. It’s me, Erik.”

“But it’s what I’m thinking that I shouldn’t be,” Yara crosses her ankles in front of her while staring at her toes.

“Well, I wanna know.”

Yara fidgeted with her fingers before looking up at Erik through her lashes, “I was thinking that I’m glad you saw me like that. I’ve always wanted you to see me like that. Sorry I stormed away like I did earlier.”

Erik swallows spit, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Erik has to look away himself, scratching his nose. He wasn’t prepared for that response at all. Little Yara always wanted him to see her naked. He knew she had a school girl crush on him. No wonder why she didn’t rush to cover herself even though she still looked embarrassed.

“No worries, ma. Uh,” Erik scratches his dreads, “So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

They way he said that sounded so dangerous like fucking with him was the last thing any women would want to do. But Erik didn’t understand, that was ALL Yara wanted to do. He was back, if she didn’t make a move now he would be gone again.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen me, Erik, I dabbled in trouble,” Yara spoke with a honeyed tone.

“Maybe you should get in that bedroom before Mike gets here then,” Erik says with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, maybe,” Yara giggles before letting out a sigh,

“Bye, Erik.”

“Bye, Yara.”

She didn’t want to move. She really wanted Erik to get up and follow her into her bedroom.

“What you waiting on?” Erik says inclining his head towards the bedroom, “Get in there, little Yara.”

“Come with me?” Yara says before she could even stop herself.

Erik’s eyes dropped and his lips parted. Eyes fully closed now, he clenched his jaw to try and calm his dick. Too bad it was already growing stiff in his jeans. The way she told him to come with her. Such a tempting little thing. Nothing he expected Yara to ever say to him. She’s right, she definitely is a grown women now. Erik wondered what that body could really do.

“I’m-im Sorry,” Yara’s brows creased, eyes cast down at her hands, “I’m being a little too bold right now.”

Erik looked towards the door, then back at Yara. He took in the sight of her barely able to keep that towel around her body.

“You mean what you said? You’re not playing games?” Erik asks with a serious tone, “Cuz if I get up off this couch and come with you, you’re getting all of me, girl.”

“I know,” Yara bites her bottom lip, “I know what I want.”

The way her lips pouted and her eyes looked up at him all innocent caused Erik to stand up slowly from the couch. Erik drew his lower lip between his teeth hands in his jeans pockets before stepping forward. Yara’s lower lip trembled and her breath came out in short gasps. Standing directly next to her now, towering over her with his large intimidating frame, was Erik looking down at Yara with awe transforming his face. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Yara began to walk forward towards her bedroom. Yara twisted the handle, turning to face Erik before opening the door. Erik followed her into darkness, Yara turning to face him with timid eyes. Erik raised a single brow at her, silently asking her if she was sure about this. Yara swallows spit before nodding her head slowly. Erik licks his lips before closing that door behind him, the light that illuminated the hallway disappearing.

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To your rant: AMEN.

(Wrote a part of this to Ace while back but they apparently didn't receive it but I think it needs to be said so)

Honestly at the moment it starts to feel like people request wrong on purpose because they're bored or something and want to irritate people or test if they could get their request across even though it’s breaking their rules... because suddenly everyone seem to get a lot of requests which are breaking the rules. Like whenever I have my spamming events, I get 101 requests which are smut, romantic requests for 13 year old characters whose actors are also 13 and also celebrity requests are common and like those three rules are broken over and over and over again and now everyone else seem to get requests which break their SAME FUCKING RULES all the time. Also the fact that some are like “when your requests are open again, could you write a fic like this?” LIKE NO, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR A REASON, BECAUSE THE WRITER HAS SO MANY REQUESTS THAT THEY NEED TIME TO GO THROUGH THEM BEFORE OPENING THEM AGAIN, AND IT SHOULD BE COMMON SENSE :DDDDD It isn’t like you’re writing only when requests are open.

FYI, WRITERS ARE NOT GONNA ROLL A FUCKING GOLDEN GLITTER CARPET FOR YOU WHICH IS ENTITLING YOU TO REQUEST WHATEVER YOU WANT WHENEVER YOU WANT.

So people please, if you can read all those long stories or binge 50 smaller pieces from a writer at one sitting, you can take time to check out their rules at least if you're gonna request………………… and the same goes for all writers. We. Are. Not. Machines.

And if it won’t go to your thick heads, you can think about what you did and whose fault it is when writers are gone after losing motivation for writing all these fics for you and getting only shit on their faces in return. We don’t even get paid by money, we are paid by feedback, reblogs, you interacting with our writing and btw that's a cheap price for writing your requests. If you continue acting like we’re machines and thinking you can treat us however you want, writers will start dropping out. My motivation to write is finally returning and I'm slowly starting to get back to the rhythm but tbh I’m scared to come back properly because of all these people being rude and breaking rules all the time. Tumblr is becoming a super toxic place and I hate it and I start losing hope that the boat can be turned around, and also started to lose motivation again the next day after I came back even though nothing happened, I just started fearing rudely formatted requests coming at me again, or guilt tripping or people being asses in general. But prove me wrong if you have balls to do that. Turn that boat around. We can all do it together.

We're in a sealed room slowly filling with water, and we have to work together so we can pull the lever to open that one door. But it won't work even if 100 mice (writers + those few who support writers) are pushing one sleeping elephant (readers-only) forward to pull the lever so they wouldn't drown in that room. That elephant has to wake up and help the mice, only that way they can get forward.

Also the fact that people finally got triggered about the fact that I don't feel comfortable to write for HP/Fantastic Beasts for now for obvious reasons :DDDDDDDD I got another last night after I blocked the first one. I can't believe I have such toxic, childish and petty people following me, and same kinds of people are following everyone in this community. People who take us as granted.

I hope things will get better and people learn some manners eventually. Every creator deserves it.

Thank you, Jenni! I know you’ve had to deal with some seriously stupid trolls and people that shouldn’t be allowed on the internet. 

Sometimes it does feel like a few trolls are requesting incorrectly on purpose, I was especially frustrated when I saw Lacey answering some requests that had me going like ‘seriously, people?’ And the fact that people disregard the same rules over and over again (especially on your case) just tells me that they care more about their request being written than your comfort, and that sucks. Those people think they’re entitled to our content forgetting we do this for free!

This part you wrote especially resonated with me, it’s so true:

So people please, if you can read all those long stories or binge 50 smaller pieces from a writer at one sitting, you can take time to check out their rules at least if you're gonna request………………… and the same goes for all writers. We. Are. Not. Machines.

I especially try real hard and reread my rules almost every day to make sure they’re short and concise, that I put bold and colors on the absolute most important stuff and people still don’t read correctly or just don’t care. 

Like, today I got an ask saying ‘what’s a prompt’. Just that. No question mark, no hi, no nothing. First of all, you can read my rules and my posts to know what they are, I linked examples and you can literally search the tag. It feels like a troll tbh...

You’re absolutely right that Tumblr is becoming an awful place for content creators and it’s up to people to start being more respectful and supportive if they want to avoid Tumblr becoming empty. Content creators make this website, not just us writers but also artists and gif makers and we all deserve some love!

And don’t get me started on the HP/FBAWTFT/JKR bullshit, I really have to restrain myself not to reply ‘shut the fuck up anon’ on every single one of your asks. I myself am thinking about not writing for those fandoms anymore because JKR ruined the series for me and I don’t enjoy writing for it as much as I did, so I will probably remove them from my fandoms list. For now I’m on hiatus for those fandoms, so fight me, anons!

*sigh* I hate that whenever we try to establish boundaries people either disregard them or guilt us for them, it really shows that those awful people only care about their requests and nothing else. There’s people behind the blogs, with real lives and problems and emotions! I do hope that things get better myself, if not I might actually quit one day since I keep thinking about it, and I know and I’m not the only one.

#Fictober Day 28

“I felt it.  You know what I mean.”

(Undead!Erik x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Violence, smut

“FUCK EVERYTHING!!”  You say as you toss your phone aside.  

It had been five weeks since your situationship called things off, and you were desperately looking for reprieve in the app life.  However, Tinder, Plenty of Fish, Bumble, Black People Meet, and digging through your old schoolmates on Messenger was coming up dry, dull, and completely disgusting to you.  If people weren’t being plain boring or curving you, they were breadcrumbing, catfishing, and tryna have they cake and eat it too.  You didn’t have time for none of that!  Why was it so hard to find a quality guy that could also bust you open on a regular basis?  You were good looking thick melanin goddess, with a good job, own place, all you  wanted was companionship.  

You pull out a bottle of Hennessy and get to sipping to try and feel at least a little bit good and lit.  As your body warmed up and your mind got hazy, you start to look through the internets typing random stuff into Google about how to find a good man.  The lists telling you to ‘Be yourself’, ‘Don’t be afraid to make a move’, and ‘show him respect’ made you want to throw your shit out of the window.  You went out, you were yourself, and sharing your time was the most respectful thing you could do for someone.  But the pickings were dustier than the skeletons in their closet.  

Sitting back with your drink, you turn to your TV and see Queen of the Damned being played.  Aaliyah looks amazing as the sinister title character, complete with embellished crown and bustier, gyrating and hissing at her seduced followers.  You wish it was that easy, but of course, you weren’t Aaliyah, or a Queen of the Darkness.  

A thought sparks your mind gears as you consider a new inquiry in your search bar.  Scrolling through you find all kinds of creepy looking websites boasting incantations, spells, voodoo, and witchcraft that can bring your most desired mate to fawn after you eternally.  Some required too much:  hoof of a deer, venom from a snake, head of a chicken.  No way in hell would you consider massacring and animal for something you were only curious about.  

One website got intrigued as it seemed a bit more reasonable in its requests, and it was headed by a Black woman from New Orleans who looked like your great aunt.  ‘A spell for renewed bliss’ was the title.  All you had to do was get a dead rose, a mirror, a bottle of liquor, a piece of clothing that is important to you, a match, and a Bible.

You grabbed the decayed bouquet that was gifted to you on your last date with what’s his name.  And you hadn’t finished your Henny yet, so that would do.  You grabbed a mirror, a match (and some weed cuz fuck it), a pair of panties that always got you some good good, and the Holy Book.  And you knew exactly where you wanted to go to try this out.

You take 30 min drive out along a secluded, barely lit road that led to the outskirts of town.  You didn't make a habit of visiting cemeteries in  the middle of the night, but you were feeling Henny bold.  You were bored on a saturday with a broken pussy and no one to fuck with, so why not try the other world niggas.  You pull up through the gates slowly and drive along the rocky driveway until your headlights illuminate the section number you were looking for.  

Getting out of your car, you pull your jacket around you tighter as your phone lit you path while you carried your bag of ingredients.  It was the marker closest to the wall, a small stone, cheaply made as he didn't have any family.  The marker reads “Erik Stevens".  You had heard of him from the news. He caused a raucous in Wakanda and practically took over the world until he was killed.  His body was sent back to America but no one could claim him, so the Wakandans gave him a basic burial.

You kneel on the grass in front, opening the bottle of Hennessy to take a swig.  You look around you as an owl hoots in the background, sending chills down your spine, but you weren't turning back now.  You wanted some entertainment, and the spirit world better not disappoint

The mirror was propped up to face you, and the rose was to be burned and scattered in the bottle of alcohol you brought.  You pour some of the concoction on the crotch of the underwear you brought and lay it across a corner of the gravestone.  Sitting back, you spark up your joint and crack the Bible open.  

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.  Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried.  Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate." You read, ominously.  

“Shit, thats dark.” You whisper as you take a drag and savor the high you were feeling.  Looking at the stars in the sky, you were so taken by their beauty you almost forgotten about the task at hand.  Completely entranced by the twinkling nature, you don't notice the disturbance in the grass between your feet.  You swipe at the tickle near your ankle, judging it to be a bug until it felt bigger and more solid and grabbed you back.

You shake your foot casually until you look down and see a dirty hand.

“Ohhh SHIT!!  What the fuck-- Get off!”  You scream as you yank your ankle from its grasp and crab walk backwards from the grave.

You watch in horror as the arm extends out in the air, studded with scarification marks.  The hand is grasping for leverage creepily until it gets the grass.  You can see the stress in its knuckles as it prepares to pull.

You toss your blunt, shaking your head and pinching yourself.  “This can’t be happening!  This gotta be one of those ‘I had too much chocolate before bed’ dreams.”

Soon as your theorized that, the other hand busted out of the ground, clawing at the grass as the earth between the two started to become disturbed.  

“Oh, fuck this!”  You yell as you jet to your car.  Getting in you push to start the engine, putting it in drive.  You had no idea how to get out of the cemetery besides the way you came in, so you forced the car in reverse.  Backing into the grass, you desperately turn the steering wheel with all your might to right yourself in the appropriate direction before putting it in drive.  Once you did, you looked up through your windshield and what you saw made your body run cold.

Standing before you was the man you thirsted after in your dreams, day and night.  The man who was once dead, and looks like everything but now.  

Besides being covered in dirt remnants, Erik Stevens looked as good as the day he died.  Scars along his entire body, muscles permeating from under his melanin; with the addition of the stab wound T’Challa gave him that caused his death...and he was naked.  

He had his head down, locs shielding his face, breathing heavily until his head started to rise to look at you.  He stood there expressionless and you weren’t sure what to do.  Run him over?  Call the police?  Call a Priest?  Leave an unsatisfactory Yelp review for the auntie’s website that made you do this in the first place?

You were as frozen as he was, forgetting to breathe as you stared at him.  No way he could actually see you in the car with the headlights on but his gaze matched yours perfectly.

Suddenly his nostrils flared, eyes bucking, fist clenched, his expression menacing.  “AAAGGHHH!!”  He roars at you, before booking it out of the cemetery.  

“Where the fuck is he going?”  You watch as he books it to God knows where.  You hit the gas and go after him.  He is running along the gravel road, skin to the wind like a madman.  He’s fast, but you catch up to him.  

“Erik!  ERIK!!  The hell you goin?!”  You yell out the rolled down passenger side window.   He looks at you and lands a kick against your car that sends it swerving into the other lane as a car come toward you.  Your jaw clenches as you turn the car in the correct lane and hit the brakes. The oncoming car passes you, honking and flipping you off as it goes by you but you’re way too rattled to care. You look in your rearview to see if there are any cars coming before you back up to look where Erik turned into.  Stopping the car, you get out, yelling his name once more, but he was long gone in the woods.  You hold your head in dread as you think about how you just resurrected a problematic man and set him loose , naked and angry into the city.  Walking back to your car, you noticed the sizable dent in the side of your car caused by his foot.  

“Oh, I’m finding this damn nigga.”  You say to yourself fuming as you try to open it, to no avail.  

You are almost home before you notice that the gas on your tank was pointed to the E.   You had less than ten miles to the tank before it became empty.  Luckily your house was not that far from the gas station in your neighborhood so you made your way there.  Paying for your gas in store, you pick yourself up some chips, a tea, and personal pepperoni pizza from the kitchen, hot and ready.  

Walking outside, you put your goods on your seat and get the nozzle to pump.  

“The hell you doin out here lookin like that?!”

You hear some commotion on the far side of the parking lot.  A couple of OGs were looking in an area behind the gas station.  

“Boy, is you stupid or sum’n?  The hell your clothes out, nigga?!  Getcha ass beat round here for that kinda shiet!”

You stop pumping and walk a little closer to get a better view.  All you saw was back and ass sitting on a rock.  You run back to your car to get the extra blanket in your car and the pizza.  

“Aye y’all!  Move on, now.  Ain’t nuthin to see!”  You yell at the graying and drunken street guys watching.

Erik turns at the sound of your voice, and you talk to him gently.  “Hey, Erik.  It’s aight.  You hungry?  I know your ass hungry, come on.”

He slowly gets up, walking to you as you try to keep your eyes on his civil areas.  His expression was hard as he looked you a moment before snatching the pizza from your hand.

“Uh!  Chill the fuck out, Erik.  I don’t give a fuck what grave you crawled out of, you better be respectful!”  You throw the blanket around him as he practically shoves the whole pizza in his mouth at once.

“Aye, girlie!  He botherin you or som’n?”  The OGs come up beside you.  

One of them goes to point a finger in his face, that instantly gets bent backwards, sending him on the ground, writhing in pain.  Erik grabs the other up by the throat as he begs for air.

“Erik!  Put them down!  Stop right now!”  You push him and grab at his arm to put the man down.  Erik flings you away from him, making you roll across the asphalt.  You get up slow as Erik begins to cause a scene, someone is calling the police.  

“Erik!  You still hungry?”  you ask desperate to get his attention from the man as he turns blue.

Erik looks at you dropping him, and walking your way.  He picks you up, shaking you for food.

Your head knocks as he rattles you, but you gain your bearings enough to smack him across his face pretty good.  He drops you on the ground, holding his cheek, fire in his eyes.

You get up quickly, backing towards the car.  “You don’t get no damn food if you attack, Erik!  You hear me!  You’ll starve and go right back to wherever the hell you came from if you come for me!”  You say with as much authority as you could muster.  Erik stops his stampede towards you, huffing with rage.  

You start to hear sirens in the distance.  “You gotta come with me though.  Get in the damn car Erik.  Now!”  

You start the engine up and put it in drive waiting for him to make his move.  He stares at you with the same blankness as he had in the cemetery.  The OGs were still rolling on the ground around him and you prayed they would not put a hunt out for Erik.  Finally, after what felt like forever, he comes to your car.  You forgot the passenger door wasn’t working because of him, but before you could get out and tell him to go in the back, he rips it open and gets in.  You look at him as he stares you down.  It wasn’t until you got in the enclosure of your car before you smelled him.  

“Damn!  You really were a corpse!  You gettin a bath first man.”  You groan in disgust as you start the car and make it out to the street.  

Erik’s nostrils glare, clenching his fists.  “And I don’t give a damn FUCK about a tantrum, nigga.  I could leave you out here to be a hashtag out here in the parking lot.  You know the cops wouldn’t mind.  Have some sense, I’m tryna help you.  But attack me and you as good as dead!”  

Erik was thinking, you could tell.  He might not have had oxygen in his brain for a while, but he still knew what he was doing.  He sits back, taking your instruction.

Once you all get to the house, you get him inside and head for the bathroom.  “Don’t sit on anything, touch anything, do anything!  I was serious, you are bathing first!”

You run the shower and hand Erik a towel.  “I hope you remember how to bathe.  I ask for a man and so far, I have became a mother to you.  What if the cops got you?”

Erik goes in the kitchen stepping right into the shower, letting the water run over his body, the water pooled around his feet is a muddy brown.

“Take the washcloth, and clean off ALL that dirt.  You cannot sit on my furniture with a dirty body.”

Erik stands in one spot, not saying a word, and not moving a muscle.

You roll your eyes, and decide you have to feed him the steps.  “Here. Soap?” You squeeze some soap out on the washcloth.  “Water?”  You put the washcloth in his hand and run water over it.  Then you place his hand on his chest to make a lather.

“Waaaassshh.” You say, nodding your head as he watches the suds appear and dirt disintegrate.  

Erik looks annoyed at you, but that’s been his default since you picked him up.   You leave him to figure himself out as you sit down and open your laptop.  The stress of your situation was hitting you with a ferocity beyond your control.  What if someone got your license plate number?  And he wouldn’t be a hard suspect to find out in the open.  Six foot, Black man with scars all over his body?  And you would go down for aiding and abetting!

You try and look over the website that gave your the resurrection ingredients and hope there is a reverse to it.  You decide to email the Madame, praying she replies soon.

Erik comes out with the towel resting around his neck, body dripping wet and soapy in some parts.

You get up in a huff.  “Gatdammit!  Get back in there!  I don’t believe you washed up for real, but you certainly did not rinse.  You need to cover yourself.”  You snatch the towel from around Erik’s neck, tying it around his waist.  Erik flinches, rubbing the heat on the back of his neck.  

“Rinse off!  I’ll get ya some clothes!”  

As Erik pads away, you look through what you call the “Box of Bullshit” to find Erik something that he could wear.  The dude from your situationship left a lotta stuff in your closet and drawers, yet he didn’t have a single understanding of commitment, but that was neither here nor there.  You find a simple white tee and some sweatpants and socks.  Going back to the bathroom, you crack the door open and toss the clothes in.  “I hope you know how to dress yourself.”  YOu yell through the door.

As you do some more research, Erik comes out clothed, despite the shirt being inside out and backwards.  You also remind yourself to get him some underwear at the drugstore; if him being an undead being wasn’t bad enough to be a target, that dickprint would call him out quick.

Erik stands there staring at you, letting out a grunt.

You look up at him.  “What?”

Erik sits down next to you, takes one of your typing hands and rubs it on his stomach.  

Snatching it back you yell at him.  “Aiiiight, dang!  Nigga, Imma need you to learn words again, quick!  This sign language sit is not what I’m built for.  I’ll order some food, but you finna need to earn your keep soon if you layin up here.”  You pull up the website for Little Cesar’s to order some $5 Hot-N-Readys.  

Erik looks at your screen and groans pitifully.  “Uh...I know you are not being picky?  Nigga, this is MY money.  If I’m paying, you’re getting something quick and cheap.  Your first word you speak to me better be ‘thank you’.”

When the order is placed you get up to get your jacket.  “Now look.  I have to go get the shit, but the block is too hot for you, so if you can stay here, not touch no shit, that would be helpful.  Yes?”

Erik gives you his usual annoyed look.  “Great!  The food oughta be good motivation to be good.”

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Stepping out of the Little Ceasar’s with two Hot-N-Readys, you get your keys out to open your car, dropping them in the process.  

“Lemme get that for you, baby.”  A guy comes up to get your keys from you.

You’re hesitant but play it cool.  “Oh, thank you.”  You hold your hand out for the keys but the guy keeps a hold of them in his hand.  

“What’s your name?”  He asks, smiling with a black tooth.  

You had no time at all for this Uncle trying to talk to you.  You place the pizzas on the hood of your car.  “I don’t give that to strangers sir.  Give me my keys.”

He kisses his gnarled teeth.  “Aww, come on.  I don’t bite or nothin…”  He steps in front of you reaching for your waist.  You step back towards to the door of Little Cesar’s.  

“Give me my damn keys!”  You say with more bass.

He gives you a sour look and tosses them on the ground.  As you pick them up and open your door, soon as you get the pizzas in, he gets by the back of your hair.  

“You think you the shit, bitch?  Fuckin whore and worth the spit out my mouth.”

You struggle against his grip until you twist your body to jab him in his genitals.

“FUCK!”  He exclaims, teetering backwards in pain.  

You jump in your car and peel out the parking lot as soon as possible.  How was this night starting off as some toxic selfcare and fun to this?  You promise to never drink and research voodoo ever again.  

You notice some bright headlights in your rearview mirror and adjust to try and see the driver, but no luck.  You were on a straightway, so you couldn’t turn off and you were almost home.

Pulling up to your spot, the car pulls up behind you as well.  Soon as you get out with the pizzas, that same uncle came out his car limping.  

“I told your fuckin ass!  You ain’t nuthin.  You oughta be glad I’m talkin to your raggedy ass!”  You trot up to your door, messing with the keys until the door opens.  Erik is standing there ready to eat.

“Fuckin bitch!”  the uncle yells.

This catches Erik’s attention as he begins to walk past.  

“No, Erik! It's food! Take the food!” you remind him in vain.

The uncle sees Erik coming towards him and stops in his tracks. “Oh shit. Uh, I don't mean nothin by it sir, just a misunderstanding.”

Erik keeps coming.  

“Erik, don't fucking hurt him. I swear on everything!” you scold him.

But Erik walks past him, causing some relief to wash over the uncle.  But the sound of bent metal, made him jump.

Erik has a grip on the passenger side door, before ripping it off its hinges and smashing it like a ball of paper, glass shattering all over.  He tosses the remnants in the car, and punches the windshield in, busting it for good measure.  

“Oh, brotha, come on! I didn't even do nothin!”

Erik points in the distance, signaling for him to get the hell outta dodge. Which uncle obliges quickly.  

Once he is gone. Erik comes back over to you l, looking intently all over your face and body.  You hand him the pizzas.  “He didn't do nuthin.  I hurt him more than he could.” you say walking inside.

Erik lets out a sound that almost sounded like a laugh, so you assume he approved.  You plop on the couch, exhausted.  

“You need a drink, there's water.  I ain't got nuthin else.”

Erik sits on the couch, fisting slices of pizza into his mouth.

“Chew! It aint gonna run away!” you roll your eyes.  “You so extra.”

As Erik chews, you reach for his locs, studying them, dirty and overgrown.  

“Remind me to retwist your shit.  Lookin like a wilderness man aint cute.”  

You get up to go get him a paper towel from the cabinet, and the door hangs off the hinge.

“Shit!  I thought I fixed that!”  You prop the door closed and give Erik one.

The rest of the evening, you spent searching for answers to you right your creation against the laws of nature, coming up short.  The FBI would have a field day with your search history.  Erik just sat still on the couch, watching the TV.  You didn’t want to go back to your room so you could keep an eye on him, but you certainly couldn’t stay awake all night.

The next morning you get up, stretching out the crook in your neck.  Erik was nowhere around you.  You get up, becoming frantic as you get up to look outside your door, hoping he hadn’t gone far.  Turns out he was just on the steps, looking up at the sky.  You go outside to join him, looking down at the sidewalk.

“Erik, did you sleep?”  He shakes his head no.  “Can you?  Sleep?”  He shakes his head no.  You study his profile, he looks a little sad.  “Are you hungry?”  He shakes his head no.  “Well, I got a spare toothbrush for you.  Use it, and I’ll do your hair, aight?”

He nods, getting up to do as he was told.  You take a moment to look at the sun, wondering what the hell you were going to do.

You join Erik in the bathroom as he is rinsing his mouth.  He looks a little more alive today, less like he is an alien that is new to Earth.

“Get on your knees, I’m going to wash your hair out in the tub.”  You get the shampoo and conditioner ready as you start the water.  Erik gets down leaning his head over, looking back at you curiously.  

“Don’t worry, I won’t drown you.”  You say as you guide his head under the lukewarm water.  You watch dirt remnants go down the drain as you massage his scalp gently.  You feel his back relax under your arm as he enjoys the attention.

“Mmmm.”  Erik groans.

“That’s nice huh?  Don’t get used to it, you say, jabbing him in his side playfully.  Erik flips his head back, splashing lather and water all over you.

You jump, only able to stare at him in awe.  “You have to be kidding me.  ERIK!”  You splash him with water back.  “Now I’m drowning your ass, put your head back down!”

Erik wouldn’t comply.  Instead he picks you up and holds your entire body in the stream of the water, before letting you go to run away.  

“Erik!  Gatdammit!”  You turn off the water, stepping out of the shower damp.  You were down for playing but he was too rough!  You change your clothes and go sit on the couch to watch some shows.  Erik went outside and came peeking through the front door.

“You either in or you out, boy.  Don’t matter to me none!”

Erik comes inside.  “And don’t sit on my couch with a wet head, go rinse your own damn hair!”

Erik kisses his teeth.  “Ohhh, and you gettin smart!  Walk your ass on somewhere then, I don’t really care!  You got one more time, try me!  Nobody playin!”  

Erik gives you that annoyed glare but skulks to the bathroom, running water.  

When he comes out, he’s got a towel on his head and products on his hands.  Your feet are propped on the table, which he moves from under you without regard.

“Erik, what’re you doing?”  He sits in front of your legs, backing up into you.  “Uh, uh.  You don’t want me to do shit for you, cuz you wanna play.  I ain’t playin right now!”

Erik leans his head back looking up at you, eyes all wide, jaw tight.

You roll your eyes, smacking the side of his face gently.  “Aight then, get up.”  You part your legs for Erik to squeeze between.  He was so wide, it was a bit of a problem.  But you start to get to work.

Drying his hair a little more, you get to talking to him.  “My name is (Y/N), by the way.  I know you can’t talk yet, or ever, but...that’s my name.”

Erik nods slightly, giving a grunt of approval.  

While you twist him up, you figure you can ask him a few yes or no questions.  “Erik, do you think you are alive?”

Erik  reaches his hand out for you, taking your hand and placing it against his chest.  You couldn’t feel a heartbeat, and checking the area near his jugular confirms that.

“Wow, do you feel dead?”

Erik shrugs.

“Do you remember dying?”

Erik is still for a moment before he nods slightly. “Yeah, I remember hearing about it.  I wasn’t completely mad about you, just mad for you.  It wasn’t fair the hand you were dealt, but you got a little outta hand.  Like, not too long ago even.”  You say referring to the OGs he choked up in the parking lot and the car he destroyed.

You couldn’t see his face but you felt an eye roll from him.  “Come on, Erik.  You said your were gonna kill any and everybody who stood in the way of your plans.  You can’t make those kinds of declarations and come out smelling like roses.  Shit’s dirty man.”

Erik holds his hand up, moving his hand like it's talking.  “Uh, you want me to shut up?  Please, you not listening is what did you in.  You shoulda been talkin to people instead of being led by a blind fury.  Mayne you not talkin now is a poetic justice.”

You finish up his hair and leave him to admire your work in the mirror.  Just then your phone gets a text.  It’s the guy from your situationship.  

You freeze, not sure what the hell to do.  You go to the box of his crap in the corner and go to get it.  “Uhh, Erik.  Imma need you to stay here again, ok!  I’m going out again.”

Erik steps from the mirror, looking at you with a hand on his stomach.  “Oh, uh, I-I’ll pick up something.  Then we gotta talk-- or, whatever.  Cuz we gotta figure out what to do with you.  You look more presentable so maybe we can figure out how to get you somewhere to be or work or somethin.”  You rush out the door as your mind was focused on other things, leaving Erik to his own devices.  

You pull up to his spot, sitting for a second to collect yourself before getting out.  Box in hand, you go to knock.  

He opens the door, still looking like how you left him.  A handsome pain in your ass.

“I figure you wanted this stuff back too, since we talkin now.”  You say, shoving the box in his arms.

He looks you up and down, scoffing.  “Oh, miss thing got a backbone?  Or somethin stuck up your ass, one.”

“Ty, I ain’t tryna hear it from you, ok?  You breadcrumb the shit outta me and then dip.  Now you got somethin to tell me, so what the fuck is it?”

He puts the box down before leaning on the doorframe.  “I wanted to see you, just one more time.”

“So you officially through with me?  That’s funny cuz I been done with you!  No problems to my name!”  You say, boldface lying.

“Nah, I figure you wouldn’t even want to deal with me no more.  I treated you shitty, I get that but I couldn’t handle a good woman.  I just didn’t know your were until I didn’t have you.”

You fold your arms, your anger beginning to falter.  “Yeah, cuz you...you ain’t shit, Ty.”

“That’s what happens when you take ‘the’ out of it.  You were my meaning, without you, I’m shit.  You my ‘the’.”

You hated him.  You couldn’t stand that pretty face talking with that pretty mouth giving you that sexy stare.  Before you knew it, you were on top of him, making out on his couch.  You felt sick, but he wanted you, he said so.  This didn’t have to be the end, you all can start anew since it is sure that both of you want a real thing.

His phone rings as you reach for his belt buckle.  “(Y/N), lemme take this real quick.”

You whine, “Come on.  I’m ready for you now!”

Ty lifts you off of him before running for his phone.

“Hello?  Yeah, no it’s fine.  Oh for real?  Ok, let me know what the cost is.”  He looks at you apologetically.  “Oh, wait, baby I don’t wanna talk to her right n--  Hey Mom!  Yeah, no your daughter is amazing!”  You expression falls flat as you dry up hearing the conversation continue.  “Yes she is beautiful.  I am lucky to have her for my….future wife.”

This was your cue to get up and get on.   You are out the door as he is hanging up.  “Baby, come on.  It ain’t like it sounds!”

“A WIFE, TY??  You getting married, married?  And you were just kissing me on your couch?”  You get in your car, and he leans talking through your window.  “Aww, now don’t be like that.  You’re my meaning, remember!  My the!”

You stare at him through your window, seething.  “Get THE fuck off my car.”  You peel off, hoping you got his feet.

You pull up to your place, feeling worse for wear, seeing Erik sitting on the stairs reminded you that he needed to eat.  

YOu curse under your breath as you walk past him inside.  I’m making you something.  I don’t feel like going out again.”  YOu go in the kitchen, banging pots around, opening a soup can.  YOu try opening it with the can opener but it's no good.  The can is only halfway open before you give up and try shaking the contents out in a pot but half of it splatter on the counter.  

“AGGGHH!!  I’m tired of niggas!  If I’m not taking care of them, they are fucking me over, there is no inbetween.”

Erik comes up to you placing a hand on your shoulder.  “No, Erik!  This ain’t the time!  I’m trying to be nice, but I can’t see the point!   What am I supposed to do with you?  Huh?  YOu weren’t supposed to be here, I was playing around!  I was bored and heartbroke!  What do I need with a damn zombie!”  You take a pot and send it clattering in the sink as you lean on the sink.  “I can’t deal with anymore of this, I just want to be left alone.  I’m tired.”  

You hear the front door open and close shut.  You look back and Erik is gone.  He thinks this is better, but now you’ll have to wonder where he is until he returns.  You look at the mess on the floor, and reach for your paper towels.  You open the door too quickly and expect to have to catch it but it sits perfectly on its hinge.  You survey that there are crew placed correctly in the door, fixing the mess that it was.  You’re confused only for a moment before you realize it was Erik’s doing.

Great, you thought.  Now I really gotta find him.

In your car, you drive around just trying to be vigilant and look around to see where he would be.  He wasn’t walking the neighborhood, he wasn’t at the gas station.  A thought crossed your mind that you didn’t like, but you figured it was crazy enough to work.

You get to the cemetery, luckily it's daylight this time and see him sitting down.  You pull up and get out of the car with a bag of food.  You take a seat next to him, pulling a burger out of the bag, but he doesn’t take it.  You unwrap it and take a bite.  Y’all stare at his headstone and the whole he crawled out of a moment.

“Erik, I didn’t mean….”

Erik doesn’t look at you or interject.  Not like he could.

“...I didn’t mean all of what I said.  Now, if the truth is what you want though, I didn’t ask for you to come into my life.”

Erik looks at you with a stank look.  “Come on, I was just playing around!  I didn’t know this shit was real!  But, dang, this is hard.  I don’t want to leave you on the street, I wouldn’t do that.  You had a soft spot in my heart before because I got your story, you just went about it the wrong way.”

You grab his arm to pull his attention away from the grave.  “I don’t want you back there, I really don’t.  I could put a couple different people in there before I think about sending you back.  I couldn’t if I wanted to, and I’m not.  Erik, I don’t know what’s happening in your head, but I’m sorry for what I said that may have brought you here.  You are getting a second chance, this could be something special.”

Erik looks at you, taking you by the shoulder to look at you intently.  “I’m fine.  Just nigga troubles.  The guy whose clothes you’re wearing called me and I thought we were being a thing again, but nah.  He gettin married.  God bless the union.”

Erik nods, biting his lip and looking away.  “You wanna get outta here though?  Now I got somethin for us, we should be good til tomorrow, then I can get some food in my fridge.”

You and Erik enjoy the evening watching shows and winding down from the day.

“Ohm and thank you for fixing my cabinet door!  That was bothering me for weeks, and now I can confidently retrieve my paper towels.”

Erik smiled, probably the most genuine one he has given you, dimples unyielding.  “Maybe you can fix my car door next, with ya heavy handed ass.”  You stick your tongue out at him.  

Joining him on the couch again you start to drift to sleep, leaning on Erik’s shoulder.  It was nice to have someone to snuggle up to, even though he had no pulse, he wasn’t cold or stiff. He just was him, with no heart.  So, himself.

Your eyes flutter awake as something caresses your face.  You peer up to see Erik’s hand combing back your curls with his fingers.  “Come on, lemme sleep.”  Erik keeps caressing your face, planting a kiss on top of your head.  You look up at him suspiciously.  “Uh, ok.  With that, I think I’ll go to my room tonight.”

There was no way in hell you could go through life having fucked around with a corpse.  Could he even do shit anyway?  Day by day, he is less of a toddler acting dude and more of the man he once was, but he was still mute and not alive!

You get up to go to your room, looking back at him as you open the door to go inside.  You leave the door open a crack, in case of anything and try to forget what’s happened.  Erik was still Erik, dead or alive, but there was no way, not on God’s green Earth.

You lay in bed a moment, facing away from the door.   You close your eyes praying for sleep but you were suddenly wide awake and anxious.  You hear the door creak open.  

“Erik, I don’t know, I just want to sleep so--”  The bed creaks as his weight slides next to yours.  You turn to face him.

“You don’t sleep remember?  So there is no reason to be here.”  You say authoritatively.  Erik is looking you dead in the eye.  His hand rises to rest on your hip, more innocently than anything.  “Are you still checking that I am ok?”  Erik nods.  “You don’t have to be sorry or anything, we are good.  I’ve gotten used to having you around and I mean, it’s nice or whatever.  A nigga that can’t talk back.”

Erik smirks at your aside, rubbing your hip, firmly.  You feel yourself gettin tight between your legs so you adjust, while at the same time scooching closer to Erik, who pulls you into him.  It didn’t take long for your lips to meet his, and the answer to your previous inquiry begins to poke your thigh.

Kissing him felt so good to you, it really made you forget most of the logistics behind what was about to happen.  You roll yourself on top of him to straddle, taking off your shirt and helping him out of his.  You felt so many questions lingering on your lips that could keep you from going further, but they hushed when he kissed your breasts.  Your head leans back as he gently licks your nipples, massaging your back, turning you into puddy in his hands.  You run your hands through his freshened locs as he hums into your areola, flipping you on your back.   As he takes down his tenting sweatpants, you pull off your bottoms hoping this is worth whatever natural laws you may be breaking.

Everything about him was perfection, from his scars to his muscles to his roaring erection.  No one would believe he was in a grave just a couple days ago.  Maybe you could make this work, maybe he could stick around a while…

Erik’s eyes were dark with lust as he sized up your opening with his tip.  You bring his gaze to your face.  

“Don’t go too fast, ok?  Keep it slow…”  You say instructively.  If he needed coaching on bathing himself, you weren’t risking the destruction of your walls to his enthusiastic ignorance.

Erik nods as he keeps his gaze upon you, you feel obligated to not look away so you can keep focus on him not obliterating your pelvis.  As you feel him enter, your mouth flops open as you wince.  Erik stops from your reaction, holding his breath trying not to hurt you.

You squeeze his shoulders encouragingly.  “It’s alright, go ahead.  I’ll tell you to stop otherwise.”  You really didn’t want this to be whack or painful, this was the guy of your dreams come back to life.  A sex God of your fantasies, but it’s like you’re dealing with a virgin from outer space.

Erik pushes further into you, increasing your discomfort but once settled in, you could feel yourself becoming accustomed.  You nod, allowing Erik to begin to move inside you slowly.   The pace was good enough to make the pain go away but now you needed more.

“Faster, Erik, just a little.”  

Erik bites his lips to pick up his pacing, finally you feel waves of pleasure building.

“Mhm, deeper, please.”  You moan as you bring your hand down to stimulate your clit.  Erik brings your legs back to oblige your request, grunting as he felt you tightening around him.

“Ahh, that’s it.   Oh, that’s good, keep going Erik!”  You encourage him as you climax under his strokes.  Erik seems to get the hang of it as his grip digs into your thighs, mixing the depth of his strokes at an angle to relieve your G spot.  

“Ohh, come on, Erik.  My pussy so wet, show me it’s yours!”  You whine, grabbing the pillow behind your head as you run your hand down his studded chest and abdomen.

Erik lays on top of you, grinding his hips against you, putting all of himself into you while hitting your clit just right.  His breath on your neck couple with his primal growls made you lock him into place, calling out his name without regard until he suddenly pulled from you.  Stroking himself over you, the amount of seed that left him was so much, you thought surely he would die of dehydration.  There should not have been any liquid left in him after how hard he came, your stomach, breasts, even up to your neck was covered in his cum.  He made a whole glazed donut out of you.

“Damn, Erik!  Is it like that?”  you say,  touching it lightly, contemplating the clean up of your situation.  

Erik breathed out heavily, a little too heavy, as he lied down with a thud, eyes fluttering closed.

You spring up, alarmed.  “Erik….Erik?”  

He laid there motionless.  He already had no pulse so no use in checking that.  Did he die die?   You smack him and shake him but he doesn’t stir.  

Getting out of the shower, you peek slowly to see him still knocked out, you laid a sheet over him for decency.  You shake your fists at the ceiling, arguing with God about how your behavior warranted this outcome.  Going into the living room, you pull up the website you got the resurrection spell from to see if there was a wear off period.  If you had known that, you would’ve let him wander around after he hopped out that grave instead of taking him home.  

Zzzzzz…

You look towards your bedroom, alarmed by the noise.  Zzzz…  Was he...snoring?  yOu get up and peek inside to see.  He was definitely snoring, loud as hell, but you breathe out thanking God you hadn’t killed him again.  You go in, sitting on the bed again, laying a hand over his nose to feel him breath.  Laying a hand on his chest, you feel a familiar flutter that nearly took you out.  His pulse was racing, renewed within himself, you couldn’t fathom what was going on.  So he was now alive?  A living, breathing being?  Could he talk now?

You decide not to wake him but come morning, you would be ready to go over his state of being.  Going back to the living room you research on your laptop, coming up with nothing more until you passed out for the evening.  

When the sun wakes you the next morning, you stretch feeling work out and exhausted despite the full night’s rest.  You feel sore and become worried until you forget the abominable act of last night.  Holding your head, you moan in shame thinking of how many ways you could be considered an insane sex maniac.  You let out a heavy sigh as you walk to your bedroom to finish what your research of your newly livened friend, but the bed was bare of his presence.  You cursed under your breath as you looked out a window, checked the bathroom, before going out the front door.  

You find his at your car door, using some device to pop the dent out of it.  You stomp over to him.  “Erik!  You can’t disappear like that, I thought that was clear!  Are you alright?  You passed out after...you know.”

Erik looks up to you, standing up, putting a hand to your hip.  You swipe it away.

“That’s what started shit before, don’t think it’s happening again!  Besides that though, I touched you and felt something I didn’t think was possible.”  Erik made a face suggestively.  “No, your heartbeat!  I felt it.  You know what I mean.”

Erik puts a hand to his chest to feel for himself, nodding.  

“Yeah, it’s crazy.  I thought I killed you, but then your heart started again.  Like, you’re alive again, right now!  So I actually brought you to life twice!  Haha, nuts!”  You laugh awkwardly over sirens in the distance as Erik stands there looking at you with a raised eyebrow.  “This would be so much funnier if you could talk though.  Which reminds me, where the hell did you get that thing to take the dent out of my car?”

The sirens get closer as a cop car pulls in front of your house.  Two cops come out with guns drawn.  

“Don’t move!  Sir get on the ground with your hands up!”  

Erik’s eyes widen as he steps in front of you.  You peer over his shoulders.  “Officers, you must have something wrong.  What’s goin on?”

“This guy was seen stealing equipment from an auto body shop a few blocks from here.  He is under arrest for trespassing, breaking and entering, burglary, and if he doesn’t comply now, a lot more.”

You touch Erik’s back.  “You stole that??  Erik, you shouldn’t have left without telling me, I would’ve told you not to worry about it!”

Erik turns around to face you.

“I said hands on the ground!”  The officer says loudly.  

Erik looks in your eyes, searching your face for something to say, if only he could.  You could barely make it out but once he opened his mouth you could recognize his words.  “(Y/N)....”

A gunshot rang through the air, making you both jump as one of the officers fired, presumably in the air.  Erik bolts behind your house to the backyard, cops following suit.  

“Erik!  Stop!  You can’t do this!”  You yell running after them.  You hear them going through some of the wooded parts, opting to stay out of it, yelling his name for him to give up or come back.  He really messed up now.  They would be looking for him now that he was on the run, and finding him at your house leaves you open to surveillance.  Going back to the front door of your house you look back at your fixed car door, saddened that the dent was gone to remember him by.  

“Miss, you’d better come with me.”  One of the cops come back with his gun drawn on you.  

You raise your hands slowly, trying to remain calm.  “For what?”

He shrugs, “Harboring a fugitive, aiding and abetting.  Conspiracy to commit robbery, I can make some shit up.  But you being with him, makes you a suspect all the same.  Now get in the car.”

You blink your eyes to keep from crying out right as you walk slowly to the back fo the squad car.  He pushes your head in as you duck in and slams the door on you.  When he gets in, his partner comes through huffing and puffing.

“Can you believe that Black bastard running like that?  We’ll find him, no problem.  Sticks out like a sore thumb.”

They drive off with you, chatting about Erik and putting out his description on the radio.  “Your boyfriend is in a whole hell a lot of trouble, so when we get you to the station, just follow our instructions, let us know what he’s done, where he might be, and let us do our job.”  Your eyes well up as you shake your head.  There was nothing you could add to the situation, and even if you did you wouldn’t help them!  You look aimlessly out the window watching the trees zip by, hoping Erik has found a path far from where you are now.  

Just then the car comes to a screeching halt as you are flung forward, hitting the partition with a thud.  

“What the hell...It’s him!  Carl, call back up!” The officer exclaims as he gets out the car.  Carl calls back up as you look to see Erik in full on rage as he stares down the officer with his taser out.  The officer says something but you can’t hear and Erik doesn’t look up for talking.  The cop deploys the taser, making Erik wince and twist under the shocks.  The officer approaches him as Carl steps out the car, and suddenly Erik has him by the throat and hoisted in the air.  Carl moves quicker now as he gets his gun out.  Erik doesn’t miss a beat, tossing his partner at him, sending them toppling over the side of the road, down to a ravine.  

You watch all of this wailing for Erik to stop as you try to get out the car in vain.  You beat on the window when Erik stomps towards them again, snapping him out of his angered trance.  He goes to your side of the car, pulling the door open like a chicken bone.  You crawl out, jumping into his arms.  

“Erik, you gotta go, now!  There will be more and you can’t fight them all, they’ll kill you.”

“I’ll...die….then.”  Erik strains from his voice.  You look at him incredulously.

“No. you will not!  You did enough of that already!  You will go back to my house right now and we will go somewhere, anywhere but here to save you!”  

You get into the squad car to drive back to your place, trying to hatch a plan along the way.  When you arrive, you run out of the car towards your door, trying to ignore the sirens coming.  Erik gets you by the arm, pulling you to him.  “There’s no time Erik, we gotta go!  I just need my wallet and some clothes, and-”

“Don’t...I’ll run.”  Erik says slowly.

You shake your head.  “Where?  Where could you possibly go with no ID, money, or people you know?  You’re still dead according to your tombstone.”

The sirens get closer, sounding just a couple blocks away now.  Erik walks away from you, heading for the road.  “I’ll...find you….(Y/N).”

Your vision blurs as you get emotional again.  “Don’t worry about me, just go!  I can’t see you die again, just get out!”

Erik nods running down the road and heading for the wilderness along the road again.  When cops arrive, they question you, but you’re of little help.  You don’t know how this happened, who he was, or where he went.  That didn’t stop them from canvassing the place and watching you for the next month to track his whereabouts.  

One night, when all the searching died down, you took a turn down the road you traveled once before, heading to his tombstone for old times sake.  You hadn’t heard from Erik in a couple months, but you figured he got away with it so far since the news hadn’t shared any updates.  Looking at his spot in the ground, the earth has been filled again, grass filling in sparsely.  Kneeling in the grass, you pull out a small $2 shot of Hennessy and pour a little out for him.

“Can you believe I miss your raggedy ass right now?  I came here because the first time when I woke you cuz I missed dick, but now I just miss you and...I just hope you alright.”  You sit in the stillness of the cemetery a moment.  “I don’t know how to contact you, so I just brought myself to here for a symbolic talk is all.  Got a pizza waiting for me in the car so I shouldn’t let that get cold, huh?  Ugh, this was stupid right?”  You get up sighing over the non-closure closure of your situation.  

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your car alarm goes crazy when you look over where it’s parked, you fumble with your keys to turn it off.  A shadow passes over the headlights making you freeze in place.  The figure reappears, stepping into the light, looking worse for wear but alive nonetheless.

“Pizza?”  He asks.

Programmed And Damned [ RK800 Connor X Reader ] [ Detroit: Become Human ] - Chapter Two - Software Instability

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"What do you have to say about my new appearance, lieutenant?"

Hank heaved out an exasperated and exaggerated sigh, murmured an incoherent complain under his breath and gradually whipped his head around to see whatever the reason Connor was trying to gain his attention only to produce a loud disturbed yelp upon sighting Connor sporting a white oversized shirt imprinted with a tacky logo of some form of anarchy, unbuckled and ripped pants dangerously dipping down from his pelvis, blinding blings encrusted with fake diamonds and of course, the black and white bandana enveloped around his lower face. Hank took a step back away from the prototype, examining him from head to toe. "Jesus, what the fuck are you wearing?" Hank questioned in disdain, disturbed by what he was seeing. No amount of bleach and brainwashing session can erase this nightmare he was seeing. What has been seen cannot be unseen.

Connor was quick to sense this negativity coming from Hank and in order to enlighten him and make an understanding, he answered in an explanation, pulling down his bandana that covered his nose and mouth. "I have thoroughly researched about the participants in these Underground Android Clashes. I learned that most people in there are with multiple criminal records and are considered to be intimidating. The best way to blend in with them and avoid increase of suspicion is to look as intimidating as they are. Hence, after downloading data about intimidation tactics from several trusted websites, I concluded wearing a gangster attire would do it."

"Do you even know what the hell a gangster is?"

"Of course I do. Gangster, a member of an organized group of violent criminals. Gangsters are also a common and popular - though not to an extent as bad boys - trope for authors to use in writing a story." Connor replied. "Do not worry. This will only be a temporary disguise until our investigation in the Clash is over. I don't have any intention to keep this up after. Unless you would rather me in this outfit."

Hank vigorously shook his head in denial. "Hell no! No fucking way am I going in there with you looking like disaster on foot."

Connor tilted his head mildly, pupils dilating out of curiosity. "Then what do you suggest I do? Arriving simply in my uniform will give away our identities in an immediate."

"Just . . . Just wear that shit you always wear but just remove the blazer. Maybe tussle your a little bit and lessen being such a pain in the ass? I don't know. Don't ask anymore stupid questions."

Connor's brows knitted together as he slowly put the puzzle pieces together and formed a correct inquiry. "Are my new clothes making you uncomfortable, liuetenant?"

Hank averted his eyes from Connor's burning stare. If android eyes were upgraded with laser beams, Hank would certainly drop dead with a pair of scorching holes on the back of his head. "They're making my eyes cry blood now get a move on before I change my mind about this case."

Connor is completely aware of Hank's growing disturbance to the sight his newly acquired clothing. Desiring to get in Hank's good side for better communication and work related partnership, he should be doing as told without question and tinge of reluctance but seeing as he was required by CyberLife to attain good and harmonious relation with him, he finds that forming this odd human concept called friendship was a good approach to his side objective. But befriending this spitfire of a man was a lot difficult and was taking unnecessarily longer than what his software is frequently used to. How could he get Hank Anderson - who has a strong and unfaltering hatred for androids - on his good side and havethe mission accomplished in an even more efficient manner? Connor paused for a brief moment to study everything, disregarding the confusion settling itself on Hank's facial expression as he browsed through the internet - how to be friends with a grumpy old man who works for the police force and hates you with all his might? (being specific is mandatory for he needed specific solution). In one website, it says that initiating bantering is a good start to make friends. If said answer is correct, then Hank wouldn't mind.

Connor flashed him what he hoped Hank would consider friendly and inviting, the corners of his lips curving upwards almost painfully. He wore only a light and nearly nonexistent smile but not being used to smiling, his lips cannot accomodate well and he struggled maintaining it. "But lieutenant, I don't see any blood coming out of your eyes."

His pitiful attempt and idea of joking was a little off - most probably completely - and this was his first attempt to do so that it almost made Hank to consider faking his fit of laughter just so Connor wouldn't feel bad.

Who was Hank kidding? Why would Connor feel anything at all? He was an android and it was a known fact that androids don't feel emotions. How pitiful.

"I'm in a neutral mood right now. Don't fuck this up for me." Informed Hank, his stern gaze directed to Connor.

Connor was not at all astonished by Hank's displeasing response to his banter. From the very beginning as he was conjuring up his plan, the probability of his success was lower than five percent but he thought it wouldn't hurt (not like anything will) to try. With an obedient nod, Connor quipped, "I'll go get changed."

***

After briefly dropping by Cherry Downtown Bar (courtesy of Hank stubbornly refusing to make any sort of progress in their investigation without consuming an alarming amount of liquor to keep him up and going), prototype RK800 Connor and lieutenant Hank Anderson presently stood right before an abandoned candy factory where broken window, neglected equipments and several layers of dust collected in the years were the only things visible in any entities' vision. Aforementioned factory was formerly used to make sweets such as lollipops, gumballs and bubblegums but upon being rat out by one of its own concerned and guilt ridden employee that they have been secretly slipping in red ice in certain candies for notorious drug dealing syndicates from all over the world, they were immediately shut down and the manufacturers, along with their partners in business, were put on custody and were to remain behind bars for thirty years.

Connor cautiously surveys the area with his enhances pupils and his brows connected with one another, perfectly mirroring an arch. "Lieutenant," Connor calls out as Hank advance forward to the metal door undoubtedly leading to the location of the arena. "I have a bad . . ." At this, Connor trailed off in uncertainty as he ponders over a better substitute rather than typically using the term feeling. ". . . suspicion about this Clash.

Hank scoffed at his spoken words, eyes flickering away from the door and to the android detective. "Are you chickening out now?" He bellows. "I postponed my drinking for this shit."

Connor shakes his head in a vigorous manner, the stray lock of hair over his forehead bobbing along with his motion. "No, I am not chickening out, as you say. I am merely expressing my concern for this case we're investigating."

Hank nodded absently as he lifted his right fist up in the air and rapped his knucles on the metal door a few times. Connor stood awkwardly behind him like an obedient android rookie some deemed as, spine perfectly straight and hands behind his back, his coin effortlessly and smoothly rolling on his fingers. It didn't take long before a perfectly proportioned male - roughly around the age of late twenties - slide the door to the side in the slightest bit, only revealing to them half of his eccentric tattoed face and partly shaved head on the left.

[ Name - Lucas Gray

Age - 27

Criminal Record/s - Drug abuse ]

Lucas snarled at the sight of the old man and his android, irritation etching on his face. "Move your ass, you have no business here."

Lucas Gray motioned to shut the door right before them but Hank - regardless of his old age - reacted swiftly. Just as their only passage inside was to close, Hank wedged his foot within the gap, efficiently disabling Lucas to do as he earlier pleased. Said male glowered at Hank, the annoyance glossing over his eyes intensifying. "Damn right I have some business here." And with that, Hank pointed behind him - right at Connor whose look could only be described as perplexed - with the use of his thumb. "I have some fresh blue blood here."

Lucas momentarily paused his movements to examine the both of them and from his calculations and the way the man was knitting his eyebrows together, Connor knew he was to let them in sooner or later. Not that Lucas trusted them - no, no - but because of what Hank had stated earlier. From the acquired information about these Clashes two years ago, mentioning blue blood to the bouncer is basically the password to enter the abandoned factory and to the Clashes. One would think the people behind the construction of Underground Android Clashes would be brilliant enough to alter the password every now and then to secure their secret, but then again, who had time to change passwords when all people really want was to watch androids tear their own species?

Producing a disgruntled grunt, Lucas retreated a few steps back in order to pull the door wider to give them a way to enter. Heeding no instruction, Connor automatically followed Hank's footsteps, politely acknowledging the bouncer with a firm nod to which the latter rolled his eyes at in response. "Good fucking luck with the Clash," He murmured gruffly as they passed by his towering figure before shutting and locking the door behind them. "You're gonna need it."

Connor halted in his footsteps as his programming instantly took the precious liberty to correct Lucas. He surfed through multiple websites for the scientific and realistic meaning of the term luck but found no such luck (Connor's LED turned yellow for a split second at the realization he somehow managed to conjure up a pun, as humans call it). Whirling around, Connor speaks, "There is no such thing as luck. It is nonexistent. Life is merely a series of probability."

Connor's lips desired to provide more information about the concept of luck but was rendered silent upon noticing Lucas glare over at his direction, hands curling and lips contorting to an ugly scowl. Before an argument could arise and possibly jeapordize the whole investigation, Hank grabbed Connor by the back of his collar and carelessly dragged him away from Lucas, distantly telling the man, "Sorry about this one! I think it's mentally challenged as an android!"

Connor instantly perked up at this. Once Lucas' interest on them diverted, Connor questions, "I haven't heard of a mentally challenged android before. Is there such thing now? Did CyberLife create a new kind of android? I am unaware of this."

Hank looked back at him, releasing the fabric from his hold. "There is one now."

Perplexed from the unfolded information, Connor leaned forward. "Really? Where is it? Is the public already aware of this new android?" He asked with an innocence of a child, painfully oblivious to the underlying message Hank was trying to relay to him.

Hank gawked at him with incredulousness glimmering in his eyes before shaking his hear in disbelief, sighing defeatedly. "Nothing, nothing, just forget about it. That's not what we're here for anyways."

Connor's software erased all remaining interest on the false information of a newly created android and highlighted his main objective - the exact reason why they even found themselves inside a malodorous and unsanitary factory. His fingers subconciously surfaced to fasten his tie but stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he recalled he had left his suit jacket and tie in the police car at Hank's request - more like demand. He involuntarily twitched at the sudden change.

Hank narrowed his eyes suspiciously upon having caught on Connor's involuntary movement. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing to be of your concern, lieutenant." Connor responded to his quiry as smoothly as he can as he generated his software to momentarily adapt to the lack of suit jacket and tie. Thankfully, his coin was not confiscated inside the police car. "Come on, we must continue with the case. Every second counts."

They ventured further into the corridor where horrendously ugly (save for some who actually had some sense of artistry in them), gruesome, sentimental, gothic and lewd graffiti drawn all over the walls, overlapping one another. There were damp cartons filled to the brim with tissue papers, half empty bottles of liquor scattered all over the place with a few shredded advertisments for the Eden Club and purchase of red ice. The place held pungent stench that could make humans wrench in disgust. Connor was mildly impressed Hank maintained a neutral calmness inside a chaotic place like this. He had formerly thought he'd unpleasingly react to the state of the factory.

"What a fucking mess. What did I expect from these people, honestly? My place looks like paradise compared to this. At least I use air freshener." Hank commented as he cast his gaze around, clumsily stumbling a few times as he comes across a few empty bottles. "Hell I can't wait to get out of here."

Nevermind. Connor thought.

Reaching the end of the corridor where a dim light resonated and obnoxious cheering from the people came, they were met by a drunkenly staggering man holding onto the walls for balance, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and red bloodshot eyes which only Connor could guess was caused by guzzling red ice. "Outta my way, pricks." He slurred in a pathetic attempt of trying to sound menacing as Connor and Hank parted to make way for him.

The man struggled along the way as he tried to approach the exit, occasionally crashing on the obstacles along the way. Connor could only watch him in interest. "Do you think he'll return to his residency safely?" Asks Connor and turns to regard Hank. "His car keys are dangling from his belt; he obviously owns a car and it is also quite obvious he is in no condition to drive."

Dismissively, Hank waved his hand. "Bah, just forget about him. A little incident won't hurt anyone. It'll teach him a valuable lesson when he can't learn the easy way."

"But wouldn't he sustain grave injuries if this little turns out to be huge? Or the worse outcome yet - death."

"Depends on how stupid that man is. Let's just hope he's too drunk to even get to his car and pass out on the way." Hank spared a glance at the intoxicated man and jeered as he saw him plummet to the carton of tissues, a curse leaving his lips. "Look at him, I bet he can't even tell the difference between water and tissue papers."

What greeted them as they both entered the main area of the factory was expected. The corridor gave them enough hints. Hollering humans cheering for their android of choice with either betting cash or alcohol in their hands, trashes of all sorts spreading out like an ocean, grease and other stains of unidentified liquid tainting the whole place - this site was one step behind from being a junkyard. From below the upper bleachers, the arena stood proudly.

[ SOFTWARE INSTABLITY ^^^ ]

[ SOFTWARE INSTABLITY ^^^ ]

[ SOFTWARE INSTABLITY ^^^ ]

He took one insignificant step within the premises of the main area when his software instability began drastically increasing with no particular source. With burrowed eyebrows, Connor intently studied these anomalous pop ups perched precariously on his peripheral vision like an annoying insect latching in spoiled food to feast upon. His LED colored itself yellow and red, flickering from time to time as he ran an analysis on his software but alas, no peculiarity was discovered.

He was in perfectly good condition - too perfect in actuality - so there was no reasonable explanation as to why these warning were appearing out of the blue. Not only that but the accelerating thrumming of his thirium pump vibrated against his chest - something he had never encountered before in his existence.

Hank strode a few good meters away from Connor and rested his right arm on the cold metal railing, his upper body leaning forward to get a closer inspection on the arena. As to not inject anymore irritation directed to him, Connor instantly went after him and stood next to him, securely evading all obstacles along the way. Hank snorted, eyes trained on the arena and the six androids circling around it right in front of metals doors, generously far from each other. "Seems like we got here right on time. The Clash will probably start in five minutes or so." He informed and a grimace formed on his face. "What the fuck is that man doing to that android?"

Connor cast his gaze downwards, to where Hank was directing his line of sight and located an aggresive man leering down on his fear stricken android as though it was dirt on the sole of his shoe.

It didn't take Connor a second to deduce the android was not normal as it seems. "It's deviant," Pointed out Connor, his left hand over the railing.

Hank sent him a glimpse. "What?"

Using his index finger, Connor aimed his finger at the android. "The android there is a deviant. As you already know, android don't feel emotions. But deviants do. And that android there is clearly showing signs of intense fear."

Hank nodded and returned his sight on the newly appointed deviant in Connor's perspective. Connor could hear Hank saying something, commenting something unfavorable about how the man was treating the android (why would he be concerned for an artificial human?) but it was an undurable pull that caused him to neglect Hank. His steadfast posture wavered in the slightest as his form was forced to move by this mysterious pull of nature and he soon found himself facing a particular direction a little further away from the human and his android turned deviant.

It was an android - how common. [ Hair Color ] [ Hair Length ], [ Eye Color ], and did he mention it was an android? Now upon observation, nothing about it was out of the ordinary nor was there anything special about it. If ever asked why it somewhat stood out amongst the other androids participating in the Clash, Connor will simply reply it was because of its unfaltering and intimidating stance, a total contrast to the other androids who merely stood motionless with a blank visage. Probably in normal circumstances, he wouldn't have spared a single glance at its direction. Hell, he wouldn't even learn of its existence until the Clash begins. The only reason he set his eyes in it was because it seems to be the sole source of his increasing instability in his software, LED shinning red, and thirium pump palpitating.

There must be a malfunction I cannot detect. Or this android did something to me.

[ NO INFORMATION AVAILABLE ]

A quiet gasp tumbled from his lips. How can there be no information about this androi - "Connor?"

Connor's body twitched. He wanted to respond to Hank's voice, to heed his superior, to obediently follow with no speck of defiance the orders programmed in his software by CyberLife but as the saying goes, expect the unexpected - for the first time in his existence, Connor refused to listen to his instructions.

Connor's LED turned yellow in frustration. He lost count of how many times he scanned the said android and every time he got the same result. Who is that android?

And what makes it so special, so excluded from the others, that it caused him to disobey CyberLife?

His question was answered when he came into gradual realization that the android was staring at him, its pair of [ Eye Color ] eyes fixated on him like it was studying him, admiring him. Connor's jaw dropped - It wasn't the most beautiful android in Detroit, its features were plain and common among humans, but why was he so stunned, so fascinated by this android?

[ SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^ ]

***

Stop. Just stop. Please just stop this nonsense.

[ SYSTEM ERROR ^^^ ]

[ SYSTEM ERROR ^^^ ]

[ SYSTEM ERROR ^^^ ]

Regardless of your extremely futile attempts to at least postpone the pop ups of your system errors - you hated the thought that they might be the reason to your defeat, if ever - it continously reappeared at the side of your vision. Your LED whirred and turned red in alarm.

Six minutes had already passed by after breaking the accidental eye contact you initiated yet you can still recognize the smoldering gaze of the peculiar android suited at the upper bleachers of the factory on your figure, intently studying whatever little motion your body spared. Uncomfortable was an understatement if you were to describe the situation you found yourself in. It wasn't helping that your body was turning against you with your thirium pump distastely thudding against your chest, LED flickering from red and yellow (make up your damn mind) and most especially the system errors practically taking up all the space of your peripheral vision.

"Hello there, our dear Clashers! How are you all today?" You were roused back from your deep reverie and to reality once the booming voice of the emcee blasted from the speakers as she spoke through her held microphone. The emcee wore an overly sweet smile that could shame the former purpose of the abandoned factoryand matching its disgusying smile was an overly sweet, unnecessary and try hard set of makeup caking her face. If you were a lesser android, you would have reprimanded her for trying to mimic a coloring book. With an overflowing amount of confidence practially oozing from her, she sported a skimpy pink and green floral dress that left nothing else for the wild imagination of the men residing in the bleachers and flawlessly rocked a pair of six inched black pumps and dangling fake diamond earrings. Her dyed raven hair was combed in an elegant updo and her eyes glistened with mischief and delight as the crowd roared in thrill at the sight of her. She posed seductively in the middle of the area, legs apart and a slender hand on her hip. "Another evening, another Clash and you know what that means? Another set of useless and weak androids are nearing their tombs! Or rather, in their case, the andriod junkyard heaven!"

Her poor joke garnered her an outstanding fits of laughter generously given by her admirers in the abandoned factory that she had tom call them out several times before they were silenced. You cannot help but have puzzlement arise inside your system. The joke wasn't that humorous and you have mosh certainy heard betters ones yet somehow, the majority of the humans within the factory laughed at the emcee's quip. How come is that? "Okay, okay, enough of that," The emcee bellows and lets out a childish and feminine giggle. "Now, how about we greet our androids for the night?"

On cue to her rhetorical question, the metal doors opened right before your eyes and without a second of hesitation, you advanced within the interior of the arena. The exact moment your stepped foot in the arena, you disregarded all external and internal distraction but the the unsettling stare of the android from the bleachers remained, though more bearable as you successfully focused yourself on your current objective - to eliminate all threat to your victory. The other androids mirrored your movements with the same lacking amount of hesitation, excluding the android turned deviant which cowered as it remained outside, refusing to enter the arena in fear of its death.

"Get in there!" Edwin Williams demanded to his android, teeth gritting and hot air exhaled throigh his nostrils.

The terrified deviant shook its head, its feet taking steps back. "I-I don't wanna die in there,"

"Oh for fuck sake," The owner ascended the small staircase leading to the arena and shoved his android inside, not giving a second thoigh about its emotional condition. The deviant tumbled down on the cold cement but instantenously got back up on its feet to escape but the moment he stood, the metal doors had already shut, locking it in its death bed. It begged for its freedom and rapped its knuckles on the wired walls to get anyone's attention but all it got were insults, humiliation and shame.

"And now," Begins the emcee as she pauses for tension, "Let us acknowledge the reigning champion of the Android Clashes for two straight years - give it up for Anonymous!" A wave of cheers mixed in with the boos greeted your owner, Ruth Judge, as he raised his fist in greeting to the people.

"And how can we forget his undefeated legendary of an android!m? Our very own combat android of the century!" The emcee gesticulates to you and as expected, you received the same reaction from the crowd.

"Don't let that shit of an android beat you!" Edwin violently slammed his hands againt the wired walls of the arena, teeth snapping. "Kill it!"

Slowly, the quivering, fear controlled deviant turned to your direction, eyes pleading and cheeks tinged blue. "Please," It whimpered pathetically. "Don't hurt me."

You gaped at it. Never had any android pleaded for its life, they mostly took their defeat without a word so as the deviant stared at you with teary eyes, pleaded for your mercy, you found no backup step by step instructions on what to do in this kind of situation so you settled by averting your gaze from it. The dilation of your pupils was far from evident but still it was there, mocking you for carelessly letting the android's plea get muddle with your system - [ SYSTEM ERROR ^^^ ]

"Now," The emcee twirls around with her hands in the air and strikes an idol like posing. "Let this android Clash begin!"

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Warnings: None really... yet. Swearing, mostly.

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“It’s too hot, here.” Annie sighed to herself, air conditioning cranked to the max in her older model truck. Honestly, how do people like this weather? “What do you think, Elena?” She glanced up in the rearview mirror, spotting her snoring toddler in her car seat.

With an eye roll, she went back to concentrating on the busy road, squinting behind her sunglasses to find her little street. “Seriously, kid? We’ve only been driving for, like, twenty minutes.”

Florida was a completely different atmosphere than northern Minnesota.

It was a million times hotter, there were more people in the major cities, and the people were always so busy. Luckily, Annie could get used to the warmer weather, considering she’d decided to move in mid-September. It was still hot as shit in Minnesota, but she knew that would change fairly quick. Minnesota weather was completely unpredictable, but Annie had respected that. She was used to dealing with the rain, heat, snow, and cold – sometimes all in the same damn week.

Now, she was going to have to learn to respect the tropical weather – considering she was moving to Florida during hurricane season.

Hurricanes were nothing like tornadoes…

If there was a hurricane any time soon, she was going to have a goddamn heart attack.

It was a bright, sunny day, though. She picked a great day to leave the hotel and move into her new… apartment? The landlord had called it an apartment, but the pictures made it look more like a small house; and though she hadn’t seen the place in person, she already loved it. It was the only pink house in the little community that she’d found on a renters website.

Moving had been a spur of the moment decision, on her part, because… well… her parents… they died in a car accident back in early June.

Her dad had hydroplaned during a particularly bad thunderstorm, causing the car to collide with a large semi-truck, and they’d lost their lives. Luckily, the other driver was unharmed. Her brother, Gavin, had been on his way home to visit from his first year at North Dakota State University when the accident had occurred.

Unfortunately, Annie and her small toddler, Elena, had been at home – waiting on their arrival back from the store.

Receiving the news about their parents’ deaths devastated the siblings. Elena was too young to understand why her mother and her uncle were huddled together on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably, awaiting the arrival of their grandparents to help with funerals and insurance. Gavin’s girlfriend, Grace, had driven all night to come to Gavin and Annie’s rescue. She helped cook and clean, and she helped with Elena – much to Annie’s admiration.

Gracie had been a friggin’ godsend to the siblings.

When Annie and Gavin decided to sell the family home, they – drunkenly – decided the best thing for Annie to do was throw a dart at a map of the United States and choose a state.

Because mixing alcohol and darts was the best idea they could come up with.

After three tries to get the damn dart to stick in the damn board, it landed near Tampa, Florida. Not wanting to completely live in the city, they’d done some online research and found the apartment – at an amazing price – which was move-in ready by the beginning of September.

That was the reason for the 1,900-ish mile trip from Thief River Falls, Minnesota, to the little town outside of Tampa, Florida. The landlord – Roberta – had promised that the place would be painted, carpets would be cleaned or replaced, and that the place was quite spacious for a single-mother and a toddler.

Not that Annie couldn’t afford to do all the work herself, after she received the ghastly life insurance – blood money – check with too many zeros. Her and her brother split the check down the middle for life insurance, and the house. He got their mother’s fancy Jeep, and she got her father’s old – but reliable – pickup truck. It made more sense, with the move. Not that she had much stuff to move, anyways. She’d wanted a clean break from her life in Minnesota. She’d broken things off with her boyfriend, Lance, and donated all her belongings – only keeping the important items.

The usual type of ‘I need a change of scenery after my parents’ deaths’ move.

Right?

Her brother tagged along on the trip with her, to make sure that the apartment was really ready. All the while, Annie found a job at a local elementary school as an office secretary, which provided daycare for Elena.

Unfortunately, Gavin had to leave early in the morning, due to college starting back up and having an early exam he needed to finish studying for.

So, he had to catch a flight at an ungodly hour, earlier that morning.

“We’re almost to our new home, Mija.” Annie smiled, knowing full well that her daughter was still snoring away in the back seat. That kid could sleep through anything. “You shouldn’t be napping. It’s almost ten in the morning. You should be wide awake, kid.”

Glancing at her phone – which was attached to a vent-clip, so she could see the GPS – she realized that she’d actually missed the turn into the neighborhood, prompting her to sigh in frustration. Whipping around when she could, she followed the road back to her turn, which was partially hidden by a few annoying trees.

Commit that to memory, Annie.

…Stupid ass trees.

“Elena, baby, time to wake up.” When Annie entered her little neighborhood, she reached back to gently shake her daughter’s chubby, little, tan leg. “We’re home.” Annie immediately knew which house was hers… since the bright pink stuck out like a sore thumb. She loved it! “Mija, look.”

She heard the grunt and whine of her little girl, who was not a happy baby when she was woken from a nap. Elena – who’s dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin resembled her father – was glaring at her from her car seat, pissed off. Though Elena’s features didn’t resemble Annie’s, in the slightest, her facial expressions completely matched Gavin’s facial expressions – much to Annie’s dismay and humor.

“Oh, come on, Mija.” She laughed, pulling into her designated parking space – which was a small, grassy area next to her new home. “At least show me your beautiful smile. Today’s a happy day.”

The second the car stopped moving, Elena started straining against the bonds of her car seat, lip protruding in a pout and whining loudly.

“Alright, alright.” Annie sighed, unbuckling her own seatbelt, before reaching for the door. She was immediately hit with a wave of humid heat, which seeped into the air conditioned truck and fogged the windows. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

She hopped down, her five foot three inch stature appearing even smaller next to the height of her dad’s older truck. Walking around the front of the truck, she saw a young girl running around in one of the yards, blonde hair swishing behind her as she chased around a fat, orange and white cat. A woman, who was seated on her concrete steps, was laughing, watching the young girl with the adoration a mother would have for a child.

Speaking of children…

Annie ripped open the door, unbuckling her own child from her car seat and turning back towards their new home.

The pastel pink home had a lot of character, reminding Annie of a small doll house she’d had as a child. The plants around the house looked as if they’d been well cared for, the concrete steps – though slightly uneven – were lined with a metal railing, which would be good to have when Elena learned how to walk properly down the stairs, versus sliding down on her butt or belly. The roof looked a little worn, but that was understandable with Florida’s stormy weather, and the accents of the house were a newly painted white.

The neighborhood, though dated, looked beautifully kept-up.

Elena, whose mood had improved in the last couple minutes, whined to be let down and thrashed against Annie – pissed that she wasn’t immediately able to run around and cause a ruckus.

“Stay close to mommy, okay?” Annie told her, setting her down on the grassy lot, “Mommy doesn’t know this neighborhood, yet.”

Elena immediately ran circles around Annie’s pale legs, which were donned in some jean shorts, and started a fit of giggles – stomping around like a tiny, little weirdo.

“Let’s get the stuff from the back, yeah?” She smiled, watching Elena run to a bush to check out the little yellow flowers blooming, eyes full of wonder. “Then we can tour the house.”

Ignoring her, Elena picked a flower from the bush, plopping down on her butt and examining the flower with her dark brows pushed together in concentration – slightly humming to herself.

With a small chuckle, Annie moved to the back of the truck, moving the cover back so she had access to the few belongings that she’d brought with. There were only a few boxes of belongings and necessities, three suitcases, a portable crib for Elena, a large cooler of food Annie had purchased that morning, some grocery bags, and a blow up mattress for Annie.

That was it… At least, until the furniture arrived.

Grabbing Elena’s things first, she hauled them off the truck, calling for Elena to follow her as she brought them to the front steps. Elena, who had thrown the poor flower onto the ground and trampled it to a mangled mess, toddled over to the front door.

After struggling to get the door unlocked with her arms full, Annie stepped into their new home for the first time, followed by Elena’s little body.

The carpets – which had been replaced, recently – where a brilliant off-white, as were the walls. The front door lead into the living room, which – though small – was perfect size for the Annie and her toddler.

Gently setting her belongings down, she stood there for a moment to take it all in.

She took a deep breath, the natural floral scent of her new house – which covered the smell of fresh paint – wafting through the open windows and tickling the inside of her nose. They’d probably been opened earlier that morning to let the breeze naturally cool the house a bit, since it was hot as balls.

To her left was the kitchen, which was a little more dated than the living room but did have newer appliances. There was a back door, in the kitchen, which was closer to the yard that the young, blonde girl and the older woman had occupied previously. The kitchen was big enough for a small kitchen table, and Annie could already picture how she wanted to decorate.

Luckily, white and light wood were easy to work with.

So many options…

There was a hallway that connected the kitchen to the two bedrooms and one bathroom. The bigger bedroom was, obviously, Annie’s. It was big enough that she could fit a queen size bed and a dresser with plenty of room to walk back and forth – not that she’d spend much time in her bedroom, anyways. The second bedroom would be perfect for Elena to have a crib, a small double bed for guests, and a large bin for her toys.

Annie, in awe of her new home, carried Elena’s portable crib and suitcase to her new bedroom. “This is your room, Mija! Do you like it?”

Elena followed Annie into the bedroom, frowning at her new environment with the look that Gavin got when he was thinking hard. Her little dark brows were pulled together, pink lips pursed into a tight frown, and eyes narrowed as she scanned the area.

God, she was never allowed near her uncle, again. Those two were peas in a freaking pod.

“Once we get it decorated, you’ll like it more.” Annie sighed, thankful that the only stairs in the house were the front steps. “Stay here while mommy gets the rest of our things, okay?”

Elena ignored Annie, again, going for the zipper on her suitcase and trying to unzip it, herself.

While the toddler was distracted, Annie quickly started hauling her items into the home, putting each box and suitcase in the appropriate bedroom and making a mental list of things she was going to order online and shop for.

Once all of their possessions were out of the truck, Annie set to work on setting up the portable crib for Elena and the air mattress for herself.

Shit, why do the stupid sides never want to lock up? Why did you have to become a magic fucking wizard to set up a portable crib?!

A knock sounded at the back door, startling her while she made up Elena’s bed – after she somehow got the sides to lock up.

She didn’t know anyone, yet… Who would knock on her door?

Maybe the landlord?

She did say that she was going to check in…

Annie, leaving Elena to play with her book in her bedroom, made her way towards the back door, spotting the woman and child from earlier – the young girl holding a giant plate of chocolate chip cookies, with an annoyed frown on her face.

“Well, hello.” Annie smiled, opening the back door and waving them inside the empty kitchen. “I’m Annie O’Hara. Are you my new neighbors?”

“I’m Roberta. I’m the landlord.” The older, dark-skinned woman smiled, a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. She recognized Roberta’s voice from speaking to her on the phone. “This is Mary.”

“Hi, Mary.” Annie greeted, opening the door wider to let the duo step inside. “You can come in if you’d like. I still have to order the furniture, though, so there’s not really anywhere to sit.”

“We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Roberta chuckled, entering the home with Mary following closely behind. “It’s been a while since we’ve had new neighbors, but Bernadette’s health just kept declining… Her children had her in assisted living, before she passed.”

“I take it Bernadette was the previous tenant?” Annie asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Mary set the plate of cookies beside her. “She kept the place up really nice. This house looks like it’s seen some love.”

“She loved to tend to her plants. It was therapeutic for her.” Roberta sighed, leaning against the wall opposite from Annie. “She, also, made a mean apple pie.”

“Well, I haven’t baked in a long time, but I do love to cook.” Annie shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, “My daughter likes my homemade macaroni and cheese.”

“You have a daughter?” Mary asked, eyes lighting up and all traces of a frown disappearing. “How old is she?”

“She’s almost two.” Annie replied, lips lifting into a smile at the potential play-mate for her daughter. “She loves to run around outside if you want to meet her.”

“Can I meet her?” Mary grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. “We haven’t had any kids in the neighborhood in forever.”

“Of course, you can.” Annie pushed away from the counter, walking towards the hallway and calling out, “Elena, come here, Mija!”

The sound of uneven footfalls stomping around the hall could be heard from the kitchen as Elena ran from the bedroom to where Annie was calling her name. She came barreling around the corner, a large grin on her face, and an excited cry echoing through the empty house.

Scooping her giggling form from the ground, Annie gave her a sloppy kiss on her little cheek. “This is Elena.”

“Hi, Elena.” Mary waved, excitement rolling off of her in waves. “Can I show her my cat? His name is Fred. He has one eye.”

“Only one eye?” Annie asked, cocking a confused brow as she tried to keep her hold on her struggling toddler – who still wanted to run around and explore. “What happened to his other one?”

“Don’t know. He doesn’t like to talk about it.” Mary shrugged, like she’d answered the question multiple times, before. “Can Elena meet Fred? I think he would like her.”

“Of course.” Annie held the door open for the duo, still holding Elena, before following them outside into the sun. “Elena loves animals.”

Setting Elena into the plush grass, Mary grabbed her little hand, leading her into the other yard, where the orange, monocular cat was stretched out – sunbathing. Roberta and Annie sat down on the steps, watching the young girls as they pet the rotund cat.

“So, is Mary your daughter?” Annie asked, watching as Elena gently pat the cat on the side of the belly. “She’s adorable.”

Roberta laughed, leaning back so the sun was shining on her face. “Does she look like my daughter?”

“I’m a pale, Irish redhead.” Annie shrugged, closing her eyes as the sun warmed her arms and cheeks. “Does Elena look like my daughter?”

“I guess not.” Roberta replied, and Annie could hear the smile in her tone. “As much as I wish she was mine, she’s not. I just love spending time with her.”

“Well, hopefully her and Elena can spend some time together, too.” Annie opened her eyes to watch the young girls run around the yard, chasing the cat. “Elena doesn’t have much interaction with other children.”

“Where’s her father, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Mexico.” Annie replied, a small wave of guilt washing over her. “I was on spring break when I met her father. Marco worked at a bar just outside of Cancún, where we met. We had a small fling, and one thing led to another… I didn’t get his number or any other information on him, because it was just a one night stand, so I couldn’t exactly contact him.”

She gulped, getting that lump in her stomach that appeared any time she thought about how other people perceived her after learning the truth about Elena’s conception. “I remembered that… I remembered his mother’s name was Elena, though. I wanted to make sure Elena knew her heritage, as much as I could. I’m trying to learn Spanish and named her after her grandmother. I want to educate myself, so she doesn’t feel like she’s missing a part of herself, you know?” Annie frowned, watching Elena giggle as she ran away from Mary. “I googled the bar, after Elena was born… but it burnt down. I have no idea where Marco could be, or even what his last name was.”

“So, you’ve been raising her all on your own?”

“My parents were a big help,” Annie’s shoulders sagged in grief, the familiar pang of loss ripping through her chest. It was never going to get easier to mention them… “They died back in June, and my brother’s in college at NDSU in North Dakota… So, I decided it was time to move on. I needed a change, as cliché as that is.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Roberta laid a warm hand on Annie’s arm, face soft with sympathy. “Losing your parents is hard. I know the pain. I’m sorry you have to experience it so young.”

“I’m just glad to have Elena, Gavin, and Grace – his girlfriend.” Annie smiled, sun starting to leave her pale skin a little pink. “I’m sorry that you know the pain of losing your parents. When did it happen?”

“Oh, honey, it was years ago. Eventually, you learn to appreciate the time you had with them, instead of missing the time you didn’t.” She sighed, patting Annie’s arm before looking over at a truck that was pulling up a few houses down. “Frank’s here. He’s Mary’s uncle. More of a father than any man I’ve ever met.”

Annie watched as Mary abruptly stopped running, a large grin stretching her face as she spotted the older truck. “FRANK!” Mary shrieked, running toward the taller man who was exiting the truck.

“Shit.” Annie whispered as Elena followed Mary, confused that they were no longer playing, and going to investigate. “Elena! Mija!”

Annie jumped up, jogging after the toddler, who had already made her way over to the confused man and joyous child. Mary, who had jumped into her uncles’ arms for a moment, squatted down next to Elena – who was holding her arms out to Mary to pick her up – and lifted her with a small grunt, talking to Frank.

“Frank, this is Elena.” Mary introduced, as Annie quickly made her way over, “Her and her mom are our new neighbors. They’re where Bernadette used to live, before she got too old.”

Frank was a tall man, tee shirt tightly stretching over his broad shoulders but bunching up at his narrow waist. He looked as if he had just gotten home from work, arms and tee shirt stained with oil and grease. His face was unshaved, but kept pretty tame, and he was tan – as if he worked outside.

The look in his eyes was one of a parent, and he looked at Mary like she was his entire world, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of the blonde, little girl.

Well, shit, Annie thought to herself, He’s attractive.

“Mary.” Frank sighed, shaking his head, trying not to smile. “That’s not a polite way to put it.”

“What! She was!” Mary shrugged, as Elena laid her head on Mary’s shoulder in exhaustion from running around. She spotted Annie and gestured over to the woman. “That’s Annie. Elena’s mom.”

“Hi! Sorry about Elena! She really likes Mary.” Annie smiled, brushing her stray red hair from her face, holding out her free hand to Frank. “I’m Annie O’Hara. I just moved into the pink house.”

Frank cocks a brow at her, blue eyes scrutinizing her as he grasped her hand with a stiff handshake. “Frank Adler.”

“Nice… to meet you?” Annie replies awkwardly, watching as Mary and Elena run towards the cat. “Your niece is such a sweet girl. Elena is already fascinated by her. They’ve been playing since Roberta and Mary came to meet us.”

“Nice.” Frank replied, curtly. He watched Mary, paying no attention to Annie as Mary and Elena plopped down in the grass to pet Fred.

“Anyways…” Annie gulped, starting to awkwardly walk away. “Nice meeting you.”

“Yep.” He replied, turning and walking towards his house, before calling out to Mary. “Mary, come eat lunch.”

“Okay!” Mary called back, standing quickly, and turning to Elena. “I have to go eat lunch. We can play, later, okay?”

“Come on, Mija.” Annie walked over, scooping Elena up from the ground, dusting the grass from her little shorts. “Say ‘bye-bye’ to Mary.”

Elena lifted her hand, waving her hand back and forth with a small pout, and Mary ran off to her house.

Well… that was awkward. Annie thought to herself, shaking off the negative vibes from the encounter. He was kind of a dick. Jeez.

Annie and Elena made their way back over to Roberta, who was still sunbathing on Annie’s step. “I don’t think Frank likes me much.”

“What makes you say that?” Roberta frowned, dark eyebrows pulling together, confused. “Was he rude to you?”

“Not exactly.” Annie shrugged, sitting on the step with Elena in her lap, bouncing the toddler as she played with the neckline of Annie’s shirt. “Just… a little standoffish.”

“They went through a lot, last year.” Roberta sighs, gazing over at the Adler residence with a sad look in her eyes. Annie could see her swallow thickly, before continuing, “They’re still recovering from it.”

“I won’t ask.” Annie sighed, pressing her face against the warm curls on the top of Elena’s head. “That’s their business. I just hope that Mary and Elena can play together. It’d be nice to have another child in the neighborhood, so Elena can become more social. I want her to be a kid and be more social. She’s always around adults.”

“That sounds familiar.” Roberta smiles at Elena, holding out her hand for Elena to grasp and examine. “So, why don’t you have any furniture, yet?”

“I wanted a clean break.” A small pang pierced at Annie’s heart as she thought about her childhood home. She missed it. She missed the smell, the squeaky door to the patio, her bedroom, and… her parents. “The house just wasn’t the same without my parents. I wanted to be able to start a new life with Elena. Gavin was already gone, so it was just me and Elena in the house. It didn’t feel right.”

“So, you lived with your parents?”

“Yeah.” Annie replied, replaying the past in her mind like a footage reel. “After I found out I was pregnant, I quit college out of panic. I was newly twenty-one, and only on my second year of doing my generals at the U of M.” A small sigh escaped her, before she could help it. Quitting college was something that she really regretted doing, but she didn’t want to dwell on past mistakes. “I really panicked, but I was lucky to have parents who wanted to help me. They let me come back, gave me a room to stay in, loved their grandchild with their whole hearts, and never judged me for my actions. They were truly the best parents I could’ve asked for.”

“They sound like great parents.” Roberta smiles, brushing her fingers over Elena’s dark curls. “I have a son. He lives in the Miami area. I only see him a few times a year. He has a family of his own, and a life of his own.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Every day.” She smiles, dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “I have Frank and Mary, though.”

“Well,” Annie grasped Roberta’s hand in comfort, “I hope you know that… You have us, too.”

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Day 7: Day after day

Hey there, you amazing motherfucker. Let’s talk about taking the first steps into the direction of becoming the most amazing person on the planet. Now here is a disclaimer: You are not going to become the most amazing person on the planet, because let’s be real, you are not jesus walking on water while turning that water into wine. If you are though, hit me up and teach me because apparently you are some amazing motherfucker.

Let’s be real tho, we can make lemonade out of your bitter and sour personality. All it takes is some changes. And believe me, those changes are not going to hurt you. Well, at least not in the long run. Imagine your name is Joe and you are either very skinny or fat. You want to look more attractive, but are looking upon your destiny and are afraid you’ll never be. No worries my dear, you have come to the right adress. Same goes for all of the broke Joe’s out there, the single Joe’s, the friendless Joe’s, and all other Joe’s. First believe that you are capable of change. Because everybody is. All it takes is a couple of a lot of small steps into the right direction. And okay, hitting the gym when you have never been, saving money when you don’t have any and meeting girls when you are not capable to squeek as much as any sound out of your mouth when you are in proximity of even one girl might be a big jump. 

Let’s break it down, as you always should. Every big goal can be broken into a million pieces, just like any heart. Don’t break hearts when it’s not necessary though, you’ll end up being an an absolute dick, you dickhead. Back to breaking things: Starting small, like searching the location of a nearby gym, might be the easiest thing to do when you are not sure how to start. Just doing that is already a big step, as it shows that you are heading in the right direction. Next small step could be to look at your own body and see what you would want to change. Doesn’t take much effort right? Just take off your clothes, look at the mirror, check yourself out, give yourself a wink and then find something you want to improve. Next: check your schedule, when would you be free to go to the gym? No excuses. Gyms are open 24/7, unlike your love life which is closed almost always if you are not taking  care of yourself. Then, when you find the right time to workout, go to the website of the gym, or to the gym itself and take a subscription or a daypass if your hesitant. A daypass is like saying to yourself, I’m going to a museum full of live people who are heartbroken or have other mindcrushing shit playing in their heads. It’s beautiful really, every single motherfucker there has shit they are dealing with, and whatever demon you have, the gym is the place to shut that motherfucking devil up. After visiting a gym with a daypass, you’ll probably feel inspired and very jealous of the people actually taking on their problems head first. You’ll end up with a subscription anyway, because you want to be a beast as well. After getting a subscription, don’t make any excuses for yourself, just buy workout clothes (not even necessary), dress yourself and make a habit of going. By the way, this goes for any good habit. 

Next up, dont wait around for your princess on the white fricking flying unicorn. That is some disney ass bullshit. How do fuck will you know somebody is right for you, if you have no prior relationship and dating experience. The only way is to get out there you stupid. So stop simping to some online girl or your best friend who would never fuck you anyways (unless you become incredibly hot). It’s absolute a must that you start things of with a girl sexually if you want her to become your girlfriend someday. I’m not saying that you should grope a girl you pervert. That’s not okay and if you do I’ll come looking for you and with my very specific set of skills will make you regret your previous choices. What I mean by this is: do everything with consent. Calibrate with the girl you are talking. Find out what she is okay with and not okay with. If she backs off, so should you.

Small intermediate conclusion: starting off a night with a girl by having sex, will have the both of you incredibly vulnerable. This allows for building trust very quickly and there is no bullshitting between the two of you. No mind games. You will also find out whether you will truly like that girl. Having mindboggling good sex is a very importing thing for really appreciating someone else.

So don’t wait around for some perfect girl, because the perfect girl does not exist, and there also does not exist a perfect moment. It is here and right now and you play with the cards that you were dealt. Besides, having hooked up with a lot of girls makes sure that you will actually find out what you want in a future wifey and what you absolutely want to avoid. Also, if you fuck up, you will already have learnt something that you can now prevent doing in your next relationship. Imagine fucking up with the girl of your wet dreams and you fuck up because you have literally zero experience. Or imagine spending years of your life crushing on some girl only to end up fucking her and being disappointed because she was not the one after all. Those things will fuck you over harder, believe me. So get your ass out of bed and start flirting you sexy ass dude.

You said you have a person on trial. How do you test someone to make sure they are trustworthy enough to run your blogs?

I run a 2 week-1 month trial from the moment they start posting on the blog to see a few things. but before that, here’s what I do. This is based off of how I also handle other social media pages as someone who handles 5+ facebook pages as a chat/post moderator, 5+twitter accounts, and 2+instagram accounts. According to fans/followers who follow our professional work, it helps them feel safe to interact with us as staff doing our job (radio/reporting) and interact with fellow listeners/viewers consuming media, processing it, and discussing it. The same can be applied to other public spaces like these fan blogs. 

1. What’s the person like?

I check out their blogs/have seen them interact before with other people in other online spaces in and out of fandom. This means how they interact with other fans, with interacting with staff/voice actors in public spaces. I love Voltron as a show, I just personally focus my love where it counts. Lots of people complain when interviews come out, hate what happened in canon. Can you be critical of things said? Sure. But the thing is, it feels weird to take anything said at face value when Voltron as it stands is not a completed project so things can change and how we see them as the missing pieces come together. I take everything with a grain of salt and see where things go and I hope the people I work with are the same way and are cordial when interacting with others on their thoughts on characters, ships, the show itself and when interacting with the kind people working on Voltron.

More for what I look for and how I run stuff is under the cut and the standard I try to set for myself and for others who wish to work with me cause this is more volunteering to help out, it’s not technically our content to own, its fan run, and nobody is paid. But if you’re gonna do it, you gotta give it the love it deserves.  

2. Enforce set rules.

I got common sense stuff like don’t let bigotry slide when it’d directed at us as mods and people interacting on the posts that are hosted here. Block ant!’s on site since they are a source of a lot of why our fandom is accused of being garbage vs any other group within the fandom that’s chill, especially those who still currently openly hate/dehumanize other fans minding their business. Block them if they interact with the blog via reblogs/likes if you catch them cause that stuff spreads to other blogs who assume our fandom experience is for them — it’s not. For the most part, blocking is good if I’m/the mod running a blog is just tired and doesn’t wanna deal with inane bs or things we’ve already answered if a user or anon didn’t do their research to look through my history of asks and whether or not I’ve addressed their question/didn’t read our response because they’re not looking for our actual answer, they’re looking for something else. I don’t deal with people spreading misinformation like pushing br0ganes which is currently confirmed never a thing by staff repeatedly, pushing whether or not a ship is canon (I have even politely said that I appreciate sheith’s bond over at pics of sheith but never said it was canon as a ship), and I definitely don’t like individuals that shit on characters/ships or how others express their excitement over content or their interpretations or fanon fun. And I don’t appreciate when people get upset with staff for saying something wrong when the show is not completed and they can only say certain things in a certain way if they choose to answer questions at all then attack other fans and justifying it because they’re upset. Nobody gets to throw a tantrum and hurt others. Take responsibility for shitty behavior

3. Choose your battles - carefully decide what discourse to address.

I understand that a lot of people don’t have the time or mental energy to do what I do when I happen to bring down people who claim to have some higher morality/authority to speak from. Sometimes it’s outright bs and I block immediately, not giving my attention, move forward, nobody has to know about it unless I want them to. Maybe I joke about it. But that’s it. I’ve actually just skipped out and blocked some IP’s on this blog cause it was a “nah” kind of day. But I make sure to get a screencap, maybe even post it to my main blog because my main blog is linked in the description of these blogs so people can dispute why they were blocked from interacting with the blog. Then we can examine how I misunderstood a message if that’s the problem, cause that happens. It’s the internet so people’s tone of voice is lost, people might have brain issues that cause them to type up the wrong stuff or they insist they said what they said and I have to see if I’m not the only one “misunderstanding" it cause we’re all trying to communicate here, in the common English language which his a clusterfuck anyhow. It happens where I just can’t read shit but I have and try to rectify my mistakes.

And when I do address it, I do so point by point, concisely. That’s what I get for having a mother who is a paralegal and helped write legal arguments, deconstructs her child’s stupid arguments when he got in a dumb ass fight with her. I learned from it and now I can frame my arguments properly to follow logical structures based on truth, understanding how the English language works to examine what they said and what it sounds like, and show the true meaning of what was said which is often something pretty screwed up. They usually (as far as I know between one anon and the next) never come back to bother me again. Mods have to be able to have the stamina to handle it, and run it by me to make sure the argument is sound because we try to keep ourselves and everyone else safe.

4. be open to opportunities

If they continue to argue with me on my main blog which is where I’m fine dealing with discourse unless it turns into violent threats/harassment, I’ve already blocked them across the board at all the picsof blog urls I have in my account. But let’s say this person has come to understand why they are wrong…then I can find their name, unblock them hopefully, and everything moves forward and I keep tabs to show that they’ve changed their behavior. Hopefully because tumblr tells me if i block an anon, that i can’t ever undo it but I’ve also heard it’s still possible so who knows really on this broken website?

How I run this tight ship and expect others to run it (no pun intended).

1. Screencap for an hour or two - organize by character/ship -> season -> episode folders and number the images so that it’s in order frame by frame, then play around with the same image and crop accordingly just for fun. This gives random choices and variety for the next part.

2. draft and tag - for characters I use canon voltron legendary defender names

#keith #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

vs keith kogane which his defender of the universe. I’m a stickler for canon which is why i also tag

#shiro (how he’s often referred to) #takashi shirogane (in written canon and uttered by his own character in the dnd episode) #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

for a ship blog, i follow a similar formula but people get upset if they are looking for 1 character but don’t care for the ship so i try to be courteous and leave out characters and focus on the ship - hence the following:

#sheith #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

then as a mod, i have fun and put my thoughts into the screencap at the end of all that when I feel like it, for example #keith looks cute here / #shiro just [redact] me / #wow they hold each other so tenderly

Do this until i get between 90-200 posts in my drafts, then hit queue at random to scramble up the order in which they queue. Will the blog visitors see a screencap from episode 1? or episode 10? nobody knows. But it gets boring if i just queued everything in order which is why I do this. Predictability is boring.

3. Set queue post to 3 posts a day and leave, this is a fucking hobby and isn’t your life - focus on what needs to be done, this is just low maintenance fun. (Look at me rhyming!) Follow the stuff above with how you handle discourse and of course the mod who should obviously love the blog of their focus can have fun with any individuals asking about headcanons/ideas about ships. I wouldn’t give someone who doesn’t ship Allurance because it will show in their work that they don’t care when they’d rather have Shance and vice versa. Or a Pidge fan running a Hunk blog when they’d rather do Pidge. For these other blogs outside of the 3 I’m managing right now, i might have teams of people simply because we can all keep tabs on each other and be held accountable for our actions if we make mistakes. 

Found a nice ask meme on questionslisting, good.

Get to know me

1. Name: Lucian Michaelis

2. Age: 21

3. City that you live in: Won't say the city, but it's California.

4. What do most people not know about you? I'm not American by birth. Oh yeah, also the vampire thing. But I figure more people know that, bizarre as that is to think about.

5. What do most people know you for? I dunno. Being the baby-faced guy with two cats who doesn't go out in the sun. You'd have to ask my neighbors.

6. Hobbies: Gaming, writing, reading, singing. Dancing, somewhat.

7. What are your passions? Writing poetry and tending to cats. Music in general.

8. What do you search for in a significant other? A big heart and a sweet smile. Nice figure would be a plus, but ah well.

7. What are you most proud of? My poetry.

8. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love? I spent hours talking to my cats last night. Unless you mean love in *that* sense. Forgot that one.

9. Have you ever collected anything? What was it? I collect video games.

10. List 10 things off of your bucket list. See the Taj Mahal and the Pyramids, write dialog for a video game, find the love of my life, find a way to eat something again, can't think of more.

11. What was the last thing you learned? How to post something on this blasted website.

12. How many relationships have you been in? Three.

13. Turn ons: Bright eyes, sweet smile, sense of humor, so on.

14. Turn offs: An empty cranium or an empty conscience.

15. Favorite food: none

16. Favorite drink: take a guess.

17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received? A puppet show

18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic? Quite optimistic.

19. Do you sleep during class? Yes.

20. What is the most expensive thing you own? My computer. I pieced it together, but it can't be less than a few grand.

21. What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own? Old flip phone. Worthless now, but it still works well and so I can keep an Italian number so my grandparents in Europe can call.

22. How many times a day on average do you check your phone? A lot.

23. Text or call? Text.

24. Opinion on long distance? Not sure.

25. What is your definition of success? Being happy to wake up.

26. Favorite song? Too many to list

27. Favorite artist? Possibly Abney Park, not sure though.

28. Celebrity crush/crushes? None.

29. When was the last time you read for fun? Today.

30. Favorite flower? Peonies and roses.

31. What is the best gift you could receive right now? A car. My Honda is as old as I am.

32. Any guilty pleasures? Corny pop songs.

33. What is one thing you would like to change about yourself? I'd love to look slightly less like a kid.

34. What do you search for in a friend? I dunno. What happens happens.

35. How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month? Didn't keep count.

36. Where did you last go other than your room/home? Work.

37. Why do bad things happen to good people? Destiny has no morals.

38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye? I can probably regenerate my eye better than my heart.

39. How many green shirts do you own? None. Green isn't my cup of tea.

40. Do you like anime? Sorta.

41. What do you invest the most time in? Gaming.

42. What was the name of the last book you read? The Book Thief. Brilliant.

43. What's the difference between loving and liking someone? You like someone's superficial manners and appearance, and love someone's flaws.

44. Where are you most productive? At my desk with some music in my ears.

45. List 3 things you enjoy doing with friends. Talking, drinking tea, gaming.

46. List 3 things you enjoy doing alone. Reading, listening to music, gaming.

47. Do you believe world peace will ever exist? Sure, when everyone's either dead or too tired of this shit.

48. Do you have any allergies? I used to be allergic to mosquitoes. No really. It wasn't fun. Oh yeah, and wasps.

49. When was the last time you cussed at someone? I cussed at Diane a couple hours ago. Coffins aren't scratching posts. Neither are arms

50. What was the last promise you made? I promised a friend I'd babysit their dog.

51. What was your last dream about? Waking up in a morgue. Fuck that nightmare.

52. If you won a trip to Hawaii and you could take 5 people with you, who would those 5 people be? Not sure.

53. How many countries have you visited? Italy, the United States, Scotland--that makes 3.

54. What is your favorite medium of art? (Music, dance, painting, etc.) Writing.

56. When was the last time somebody complimented you? Yesterday Tommy said my outfit looked nice.

56. If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself? I'm the one with the over the top sense of style.

57. Do you consider yourself mature? No.

58. How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr? None. Yet.

59. What is your favorite quote? None in particular.

60. If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be? Don't hurt cats, don't be an ass, gift me an article of clothing at least once.

61. What is your greatest accomplishment? Getting Diane to tolerate Sardine.

62. Do you believe in the death penalty? Not really.

63. What are your goals for life? To find love and travel the Earth

64. What do you think your soulmate is doing right now? Not even sure I am

65. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world. | Not sure, truth be told. Possibly Vivec City from The Elder Scrolls. Dunno why, it seems cool.

66. What were you like in 2013? 8 years ago... oh god, I was a 13-year-old. 8th grade. Detentions on the daily, my stupid eggy ass saw confrontation as the "MaNlY" thing to do. Fucking hell, why did you have to dig that up? Nobody deserves to hear tales of stupid little boy Lucian.

67. Do you have a job? Yep. Graveyard shift at the nearby pharmacy. Dull, but I've got to have it.

68. Tell us a story about your childhood best friend. Ah yes, guy named Tommy. He's trying to break into acting now and starting to see some results. When we were kids, he and his sister staged a whole-ass puppet show for my birthday. Didn't tell me. I smile to this day when I think about it

69. If you could change one thing about society, what would it be? Making people more open-minded, that's for sure.

70. How many all-nighters have you pulled before? ...I've been pulling all-nighters every day for months now.

71. Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website? Spotify does it for my favorite website. Lots of music.

72. What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars? I don't much care for a million dollars. So long as I can pay rent and packs, I'm fine.

73. Does money equal happiness? Nah. I'm about ten times happier now scraping by than I was when I lived with my family and had all the money in the world.

74. How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime? Often, but I don't really keep count.

75. How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime? I haven't kept count of that either. Often. I'm an emotional guy.

76. What is the funniest joke you have ever been told? An Italian joke about the Last Supper.

77. When was the last time you looked at the news? This morning. Yay on the US being first in the medal rankings of the Olympics. Slightly less yay on Italy being 10th

78. If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say? "Good afternoon!" Everything past that sounds like too much of a hassle.

79. What is your favorite animal? Cats and bats.

80. If you could earn a million dollars by pretending to be dead for 3 years, would you do it? Ask someone who isn't dead.

81. What is one thing that everyone is bad at? Dunno.

82. What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get? I used to sleep pretty regularly, midnight to seven or eleven to six. The vampire thing isn't helping my sleep schedule any, though. I'm awake past 3 PM, and don't usually get over 5 hours of sleep.

83. Does age necessarily equal maturity? Nah, I've met some old idiots.

84. What is your favorite clothing store? There's a little clothing shop near where I live. I'd never wanna leave.

85. In the winter- beanies or gloves? Don't know, can't feel the cold (though contrary to popular belief, it gets cold in California)

86. Would you rather have wings or a fish tail? A fish tail. People weren't made to fly. Says the one who *can* fly, but I don't like it.

87. If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it? I don't know, I don't think I care enough.

88. What do you fear the most? Destruction.

89. How many digits of pi can you recite? 3.14. Yep, that's it.

90. If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, which year would it be? 2019, probably. No pandemic, stuff in my life started falling into place...

91. Describe yourself in one word. Restless

92. Describe your last victory. I beat a friend of mine at Pokemon Platinum. Nobody expects bug types.

93. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen? I've seen a few. Couple UFOs.

94. What is something you will never forget? The stars. Shit, the stars. You simply don't forget the first time you see them with eyes like mine.

95. Would you rather forget all of the past or remember everything in vivid detail? I've already got a treasonous overly-vivid memory. Wouldn't trade it for forgetfulness.

96. Have you ever broken a bone before? Well, yes, I think I broke my arm a few weeks ago. Not entirely sure because I can't exactly go to a doctor, but pretty sure. I can say this: regenerating bone sucks even with a regenerating power.

97. Is it harder to love or to hate somebody? Meh. I tend to keep it to "like" and "dislike".

98. Coffee or tea? Tea's tastier, but coffee's more effective.

99. What are some little things that you do that have changed your life in a positive way? Funnily enough, lately I've definitely decided to work on my life. I've been taking care to brush my hair more, and to enjoy the small things more.

100. How many hours have you spend on tumblr today? Hell if I know.

200 Questions

No one asked me to do it but I made @sharpiewashere do it so it’s only fair I suffer through, too.

200: My crush’s name is: Zach because husband but also... Tommy motherfuckin’ Flanagan

199: I was born in: New Hampshire

198: I am really: horny and annoyed

197: My cellphone company is: Verizon

196: My eye color is: Brown

195: My shoe size is: like 10.5W I think.

194: My ring size is: I think it’s a 9.

193: My height is: 5’ 3”

192: I am allergic to: cats and crop dust

191: My 1st car was: old ass shitty Jeep Grand Cherokee

190: My 1st job was: at a stand in a city mall where we had an inflatable slide and two bounces houses and served sno cones, smoothies, and novelty ice creams

189: Last book you read: Fangs by Sarah Andersen

188: My bed is: fuckin’ broken and uncomfortable and clearly not big enough for myself and my bedhog husband.

187: My pet: 1 old black cat.

186: My best friend: Yuki (that bitch is my best best best friend and I miss her to pieces)

185: My favorite shampoo is: Garnier Whole Blends: Honey Treasures

184: Xbox or ps3: Fuck both. Switch.

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: nada at the moment

181: On my calendar: is scribbles from my kid

180: Marriage is: Don’t marry a redneck!

179: Spongebob can: stop. Give me the early Bob but that’s it.

178: My mom: loves Unicorns

177: The last three songs I bought were? Wap metal version, Room with a Zoo, Shoop

176: Last YouTube video watched: GabSmolders playing Control

175: How many cousins do you have? technically only 2 by blood and actual familial connections. 6 if you count some others. 9 if you count step-cousins.

174: Do you have any siblings? 1 big Seester!

173: Are your parents divorced? Yeah

172: Are you taller than your mom? Maybe? IDK, we’re both shorties

171: Do you play an instrument? sadly, no.

170: What did you do yesterday? Slept and worked

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: yes

166: Yourself: HA, you’re funny.

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: these are...

163: Hell: ... kinda loaded...

162: God: ... questions

161: Horoscopes: maybe

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: yes

155: Magic: yes

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: unfortunately neither.

152: Phone or Online: online

151: Red heads or Black haired: black

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunette

149: Hot or cold: cold

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: straight

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD’s outta these choices but I’d take Steak’N’Shake over either.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk and Dark.

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Zach can be sweet (he certainly isn’t ugly to look at) and we’re definitely on the poor side.

137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (anybody remember Pepsi Twist? That was the best!)

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Buried or cremated: Buried I guess. Though, if I’m cremated, my ashes need to be spread in one place and no separating them.

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: I am a redneck, these things don’t mean anything to me.

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Either? I shop Wal-Mart all the time out of convenience but I do like Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I am overall not a fan of either barring a select couple movies (like Heavyweights and Little Nicky)

128: Manicure or Pedicure: no thanks.

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: Can I go to a Zoo instead?

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’ll say Sox because New England but I don’t particularly care for baseball.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: there’s a time and place

121: George Bush: he’s an idiot?

120: Gay Marriage: yay!

119: The presidential election: tearing families apart because people are stupid and vote for Trump

118: Abortion: this is a bit of a grey area for me. While I firmly believe in “my body, my choice”, I do not accept that argument if you are constantly getting them as if it is a form of birth control. Use proper contraceptives you slut.

117: MySpace: does that even exist anymore?

116: Reality TV: certain ones can assume me.

115: Parents: love them even when you don’t like them.

114: Back stabbers: pussies.

113: Ebay: never used it

112: Facebook: is reserved for pictures of kids, pets, funny videos and memes, and gifs.

111: Work: shitty... literally

110: My Neighbors: I’m just glad they aren’t the cousin-fuckers or the Methicans anymore.

109: Gas Prices: it takes like 20 bucks to fill my tiny car gas tank so whatever.

108: Designer Clothes: never fit me

107: College: didn’t go.

106: Sports: HA. My fat ass play sports? Maybe Badminton or Tetherball but that’s it.

105: My family: lives too far away.

104: The future: needs to be better than now.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: like 20 mins ago when my kid was trying to suck up to me to get a sip of my frappe.

102: Last time you ate: two hours ago.

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Zane’s first day of school this year. Miss Angie came over to see him off in the morning.

100: Cried in front of someone: probably a few weeks ago.

99: Went to a movie theater: Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2.

98: Took a vacation: three years ago.

97: Swam in a pool: probably close to 8 or more years ago.

96: Changed a diaper: 4-5 yrs ago.

95: Got my nails done: professionally? never. By Zane? last weekend.

94: Went to a wedding: three years ago.

93: Broke a bone: never. dislocated shit though.

92: Got a piercing: over a decade

91: Broke the law: probably frequently without realizing it.

90: Texted: couple mins ago.

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: oh I’m a funny bitch

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing? fuck this house. fuck this town. fuck this state. I wanna go HOME home.

87: The last movie I saw: Smokin’ Aces 2

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my nephew’s birth and the vacation we plan to take to see him!

85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: the travel for the vacation stated above.

84: People call me: a lot of things. most of them true.

83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus

80: The first person i talked to today was: my husband

79: First time you had a crush: I had a massive crush on Shawn Micheals as a kid.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my Seester

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: probably someone in the Flanaclan Chapel

76: Right now I am talking to: the Flanaclan on and off

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m supposed to grow up?

74: I have/will get a job: yes

73: Tomorrow: is Halloween

72: Today: I’m horny and annoyed

71: Next Summer: is a long time away

70: Next Weekend: work

69: I have these pets: already answered

68: The worst sound in the world: right now I’d have to say it’s Zane clucking his tongue.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself? or more specifically my anxiety brain.

66: People that make you happy: my Flanaclan friends, my bff, my sister.

65: Last time I cried: a few weeks ago

64: My friends are: on the internet and/or mostly too far away

63: My computer is: a hunk of shit laptop

62: My School: never going ever again.

61: My Car: looks like the car emoji.

60: I lose all respect for people who: beat animals

59: The movie I cried at was: recently? Up

58: Your hair color is: brown

57: TV shows you watch: SOA, SVU, SWAT, wrestling, Wynonna Earp, Van Helsing, Supernatural

56: Favorite web site: tumblr and youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, all that.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: dislocating my knee

53: How do you like your steak cooked: med rare

52: My room is: some boring off-white

51: My favorite celebrity is: Tommy Flanagan

50: Where would you like to be: New Hampshire

49: Do you want children: I have 1 and that’s 1 too many.

48: Ever been in love: yup

47: Who’s your best friend: didn’t I already answer this?

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls nowadays. guys around here suck.

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: reading Chibs fics, staring at Flanagan

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Flanagan

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I did not.

40: Last person I got mad at: me

39: I would like to move to: for the millionth time, New Hampshire

38: I wish I was a professional: dog sitter/walker

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: Sour Patch Watermelons

36: Vehicle: 90′s Ford Ranger, Jeep Renegade, Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Gladiator, Ford Shelby GT350R 

35: President: certainly not the fuckin’ current one.

34: State visited: Massachusetts

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Aleister Black, Drew McIntyre, Luchasaurus, Sonny Kiss (and fuck you if you try to tell me they aren’t athletes)

31: Actor: Tommy Flanagan

30: Actress: Millie Bobby Brown

29: Singer: Ville Valo

28: Band: HIM

27: Clothing store: don’t care.

26: Grocery store: don’t care.

25: TV show: Law & Order: SVU (as much as I’d love to say SOA, Law & Order was my first real love)

24: Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You

23: Website: tumblr, youtube

22: Animal: dogs, wolves

21: Theme park: Zoos

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: professional wrestling, football, hockey

18: Sport to play: nothing that requires that much energy

17: Magazine: don’t read them much

16: Book: the House Of Night series and sequel series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast (I don’t care that I’m probably too old for them now, I love them)

15: Day of the week: Saturday

14: Beach: Hampton Beach, NH

13: Concert attended: 69 Eyes headlined (opening with Night Kills The Day, then Fair To Midland which were fine but also Wednesday 13!!!!!)

12: Thing to cook: fajitas

11: Food: apple fritters/apple cider donuts

10: Restaurant: Panda Express I suppose.

9: Radio station: WGFA

8: Yankee candle scent: Midsummers Night

7: Perfume: don’t wear perfume so much as body spray and it’s usually something like cucumber melon or some baked goods scent.

6: Flower: Tiger Lillies

5: Color: Green- specifically Forest/Hunter

4: Talk show host: idk I used to watch Maury all the time, does that count?

3: Comedian: George Carlin

2: Dog breed: Pittie mixes, mutts, labs, medium to big short haired breeds

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes I did.

Is Snoop Dogg A Former Snitch?

Hey good evening children come on in boss nigga back in the building dedicated to the dumb shit how are you how are you all right Friday night the biracial racist race baiter I think that's what I call myself back in 2002 and 2003 wasn't it the biracial racist race baiter all right I'm on I'm on some bullshit tonight feeling good I had to recharge my battery earlier and I'm excited to be here tonight I'm very excited I'm gonna talk to you about some bullshit it's Friday night we handle the bullshit on Friday as most people do was I'm sipping my cocktail yeah Snoop Dogg snoop do up d-o-double-g Calvin Brodus put the government name out there earlier oh I got the paperwork hold on a second County of Los Angeles Sheriff's Department 1998 Calvin Broadus interview we come up with receipts give me a minute because you know I like to give props where props who do we gonna put some huh we're gonna put some props um I'm sorry somebody just x-men interrupting me put some props where props are due god damn mob James salute big nigger Reggie right Junior I think I met him back in the days Alex Alonzo tgc crew can someone tell me what that stands for tgc crew they're on a YouTube platform called digital soapbox Network yeah that's why I got the paperwork from you no I want to thank them they probably old niggas like me I'm 55 if you new to the show born in 64 I'm as old as dust but um let me just ramble for a second because you know snoop and I have just a little history it's nothing personal I'm not even sure if we ever met I think we met in 1999 when I was hosting the beat suite with buck wild when MTV I'm not a lot of that shit is a blur from back in the days I was drinking heavy back then and I'm just not sure and somewhere around 2015 or was it 14 I forget he was doing some dumb shit up on the Instagram as he does and I started clapping at that bitch nigga oh he's a bitch nigga he says clapping back at me so we went back and forth but that's all it is just back and forth because you know I think he does too much now I have to get some ages here tonight hang on a sec let me just pull one of these windows down because I just my whole reason for even coming at Snoop is because he's a man of a certain age and he's taking shots at Takashi now to cost his a piece of shit this we know snitching on people and a person like snoop who's supposed to be in a great place in his life he's a father he's probably even got kids older than Takashi I forget exactly all his details I don't gonna give a fuck but um it's just it bothers me to see an older person taking shots at the younger generation that's something I try not to do you know this you know I try and avoid all sorts of tension with younger people because they're younger they have to grow they make mistakes and it's not that deep to Miep anyway so he's taking shots at Takashi up on Instagram talking about snitch stands for Matt you know I only put a pardon me I'm sloppy tonight sorry nigga I just want to come home or something some type of crazy shit and I wanted to get at him two days ago and salute to the homie 702 POW and five other people you sent me some videos which I was not even up to speed on beautiful videos oh let me thank him again Maude James Reggie Wright junior Alex Alonzo the tgc crew Reggie Wright junior if I'm saying this correctly he used to be not just the head of security at death row records once upon a time but he was also Suge Knight's business partner he did a lot with contracts payin niggas signing checks he's been going apeshit and ten toes down on snoop snoop Dogg as well so so now they have given me a window back in and I'm gonna take it so here we are tonight talking about Snoop is Snoop Dogg a former snitch again I've got the paperwork that I pulled off of their website I'm gonna let Ronnie read this to you she's calling and shortly uh mo fax will not be available tonight so I make it someone else I took co-host or maybe I'm sorry you know what then are y'all fair give me a second guys since some all over the place like bird shit tonight let me send Dana attacks Dana with the data maybe Dana can call in and we can talk about other Patriots releasing Antonio Brown yeah that fuck niggas out of here yeah doing too much I want to talk about him and other fuckin niggas like him who can't seem to UM to stop all the dumb shit with regards to you know screenshots and just doing a whole lot up on social media the New England Patriots gave him another chance and he fucked it up if you ask me he fucked him yes there's another female that has come forward with regards to some type of you know sexual misconduct claims but if you asked me what made the Patriots say getting the fuck out of here's something with the doctor's office he was in the doctor's office farting and and he was laughing I couldn't watch that stupid ass video and then the doctor was acting like he didn't approve of it and then a Antonio Brown puts out the tweets again to show that the doctor was cool with I mean just just bozo shit anyway it will come to that shortly as well and I think Ronnie's gonna be on the line with me early hang on a second huh there you are Ronnie let me bring him in now slow my dumb ass down hey boss shit Ronnie are you there on a Friday night hey Thor how are you I'm good I'm good I'm just a little extra charged thank you for being available we spoke earlier there's a lot going on so if I'm you know moving too fast to slummy to slow down we have a lot of names to put on the table but I want to focus on Snoop Dogg and the the paperwork that I got from the TG see crew their website with their YouTube channel pardon me the Sheriff's Department an interview with Snoop Dogg yes 1998 yes and he gave up some pretty good information I'm actually looking at the same paperwork from the LA Sheriff's Department and you know he the entire situation happened as a result of him running from a group of people who were about to put hands on him well hang on a second because someone did punch him in the face according to the report and I want you to read this verbatim just start from the top he was punched in his face he ran and and and toward the end make sure that you highlight the part where he he's totally sheriff or sheriff's deputy that Suge Knight is when they killed Tupac please from the top okay so this obviously is written bias and you know official correspondence this is written by the actual department so I'm going to start reading it now and they start off by referring to him as a gangster rap artist so it's a gangster rap artist Calvin Broadus and Delmar Arnaud were arrested by deputies Ron stay between and Jem Pharrell for possession of less than one for possession of less than one ounce of marijuana during an incident at the Universal amphitheater the deputies were working under a private entity contract providing uniformed deputies outside the backstage area of the amphitheater they were assigned to monitor and assist with the universal security officers Manning the metal detectors used to screen anyone entering through the artists entrance yes did you point out this was 1998 Ronnie yes 1998 may 1st May 1st continue yes 1998 the incident began when fortifies male African Americans approached mr. Broaddus that Snoop Dogg he approached them as employees of Death Row Records a company he had just broken away from one of them struck him the feast with his fists mr. Broaddus mr. Arnaud and a third man priest Brooks immediately ran out of the backstage area outside to where they knew the deputies were posted hold on stop right there so so snoop got yapped in his shit and you ran hold ass bang yeah according to any ran he pulled yeah I'm kind of picturing member Jim Jones running the Rutger hang hang on because topo was calling shots slow that shit down now hang on a second um and again I want to put some respect respect on Reggie right Junior's name because I watched three videos of him earlier today and he broke down that particular incident where a snoop got punched in his in his face and Snoop was on another video you know in the studio telling people that he was the guy that punched somebody so clearly the report that snoop gave to the police is the actual document the factual document okay please yeah because this is his version of event so this is what he told the officers happened to him he said he got punched on his face okay so back to the report they ran outside to where they knew the deputies were posted as the three men approached the depth the two deputies mr. Arnaud yelled out he's got a gun DEP the deputies immediately patted all three men for weapons and discovered that both Brodus and Arnaud had a baggie of marijuana in their pocket Jesus now you said the guy named Arnaud who was with Snoop he's the one that told the deputies they got a gun yes yes yes okay continue please yes detect deputies say Bateen requested assistance when he noticed that approximately 60 males had exited the backstage area and were approaching them in varying degrees of hostility approximately 20 deputies assigned to boot the universal substation and the unis that reserve company responded along with 12 Universal Studio armed security officers and off-duty police officers and 30 uniformed American Protective Service officers responded as well because they quickly restored so that they quickly restored warrant order response units from the West Hollywood station arrived also and stood by while the concert crowd exited there were no further incidents directly related to the concert and no one was injured mr. Broaddus was extremely cooperative during the incident and in fact hang on stop stop right there mr. Broaddus aka Snoop Dogg aka Todd aka snoop lion Snoop depent he was extremely what cooperative you said mr. Broaddus was extremely cooperative during the incident and in fact said that he was thankful that the deputies had been there as he felt that the assault was intended as an act of intimidation he told me that he felt that he was in grave danger as a result of leaving Death Row Records and signing with a new label No Limit okay hang on a sec Ivana you stay right there Daniel with the data I see you sit tight I'm coming you shortly folks the phone lines are open cash app in super chat if you can't get through on the phone lines and again I want to thank these guys for pulling the trigger on this they've been doing this for a while especially uh Reggie right jr. so it just it allows me to you know to take a couple of shots at Snoop and it doesn't seem personal I don't just like the guy but again I have problems with older people always taking shots at the younger generation let them make the fucking mistakes that they're making snoop is not a goddamn killer never been a pimp off and on again weed smoke I I just I remember so much about this guy in fact if I can also just say this hang on a sec Ronnie you know just so that some of you newer viewers will know that it's not personal you know ice arrived with the West during the whole East Coast West Coast beef I worked for verbs and records I was a national director in 1990 up until late 1991 I even lived in LA for about six months um and I just loved the production of dr. Dre I guess it was because I was raised on Parliament Funkadelic and I just I appreciate it more you know musical driven hip hop as opposed to the New York stuff so anyway so we're asking the question tonight is Snoop Dogg a former snitch and can you be a former snitch can you be rehabilitated from being a snitch what is the difference between a snitch and a rat oh there's a difference let me go to super Chet in cash a blade gleaming straight blade says star the same way that you always say there's no such thing as a former pimp there's no such thing as a former snitch you might be right sir you might be right hello good evening hallo says star Takashi is a fucking victim they knew him less than a year these niggas are getting what they deserve all of them he isn't snitching he's telling his story Wow taping for the little Mexican early are you okay I'll let you say your piece if you send in cash EPS super Chet I appreciate that gem star good evening gem star says star why do I get the feeling that you have Ronnie on disguising all of this nigga shit in her caucasian voice just to throw your audience for a loop Ronnie gem star says you have a caucasian voice but both of your parents are african-american yes and both of their parents are african-american okay okay we don't all sound the same Jim sorry Thank You gemst Orpheus oops okay hang on a second let me bring in a call or two I want to see if we can flush this out area code six one zero good evening dog a former snitch six one zero hello ah don't mind me beginning I'm just listeners salut okay will you come from sir I met a silly okay okay so you have no opinion with regards to snoop is your Foreman in Jersey is he a real nigga you know gangbanger gang gang back from back in the days I mean on some real shit rap music was about an image it's about an image right real you think about it you know you lose your image you lose your paper so you know you can't blame a nigga like bathroom for trying to by trying to down Takashi using co-sign a rat you lose your bread you lose the ability to sort like this whole Takashi shit Takashi could still get up on the Internet they just single this shit like that right but this torn bag is about you film because the images is defeated so with Snoop he probably finished he can't come out and admit no shit like that are you born and raised in Philly seven how old you born or raised me I'm 23 23 okay so you're given a pass to Snoop Dogg who could quite possibly be you know pump faking perpetrating the fraud and all that all that extra shit you give him a pass listen I'm I'm giving anybody your past who's chasing a bag I at the end of the day if this niggas snoop philly niggas talking real different now sorry sir respectfully are you familiar with the hilltop hustlers i mean a lot of the foundation for rappers in philly came out of the hilltop hustlers he are you serious you're giving the fuck sure to pass like that yeah hey listen anybody who's chasing a day I'll give him the pad let's get him out of here an exam Barris me to Philly so there you code 708 hang on a second I'm silly 708 good evening Snoop Dogg I see a former snitch 708 good evening good evening sir how are you hi sir I just want to really just let you know that you need weed sponsors for the show man mostly your fucking audio no sir no sir yeah no excuse me YouTube is not playing that game that you have sir YouTube's not playing their game I don't want that type of I'm working on a cable television show I'm not a weed head I'm not a burnout but I appreciate you calling yeah I'll talk about Snoop Dogg or what fuck no man I'm calling some other day I have a good one hey man yeah I'm so high man I think a banning all sorts of vaping oils nationwide Ronnie different flavors or something like that they have banned the vape juice in oh honey can you hold on a second four one three hold a second will you say money Oh they've banned it in one state and they're trying to ban it they're considering banning it in New York the administration is also considering a countrywide ban many people are calling it an overreaction because of the amount of injuries it's you know it's very unsafe or 1/3 good evening are you there four one three how you doing tonight how are you sir what's poppin would you not better are you doing Ronnie all right yourself how are you I'm on oh my just one jump right into it office if new dog is a snitch there's no dog as a snitch then how to forgive anybody give em up there anybody can get in when they come to this this is shit like I don't understand where everybody went wrong with all of this snitchin stuff like it's windy since when is it okay to tell on somebody when you and on the crime on a second we're talking about a totally different generation and I'm not trying to you know say that what's going on right now did not develop a manifest from a place where we generation was failed but I'm going back going back to Calvin Broadus who is talking real breezy now on YouTube he's an old nigga he's an old washed silly nigga and if you ask me I mean it was never a gangbanger you know and I know that sounds harsh coming from me you know because I'm an older guy I'm 55 but we're talking about him now just doing the most up on motherfucking Instagram and you got these guys who are official let's not get it fucked up mob James Reggie Wright junior and Alex groans oh they're same snitch liar um okay um well I don't know of any rappers who was like real in the street okay I don't know of it okay so if he if he was telling this because he wasn't real in the street and we'll get the train in that role like all these other dudes okay so I wouldn't put it back then I mean shit why wouldn't mean maybe the TEL to get that in but here's the problem here's the problem since you know I always talk about the old judge older generation trying to lead the newer generation you can't try and change the narrative of truth and and try to romanticize things and live right Reggie right junior pardon me has outright said that Snoop is lying he was there but anybody would know he would know I watched the videos today he was talking about when they gave us new peelers to leave to go sign to No Limit snoop lion talking about Master P he gave him a million to make that record fuck death row so if you ask me Snoop is doing the same shit that Karras one has been doing over the years with regards to Afrika Bambaataa Afrika Bambaataa never unified no fucking gangs he was a rapper yeah a rapper if you go look you go talk to those oh jeez up in the Bronx they'll laugh at you talk about Afrika Bambaataa unified their gangs in and he brought peace bullshit okay um well I'm wondering who would protect this me because for him to be a yeah I don't know you tell me Jim Jones you talk about capo get set what are you talking about Carlos I think when is that when they come to that ass he's gonna tell just like all these other niggas and they even will talk about rat this rat you gonna be the same maybe enough they may tell about you listen all I know is well sir if you asked me Harlem is the home of snitches Alpo Nicky Barnes and all those ho ass niggers I don't cosign awesome Jersey born raised you feel me thank you for the call me thank you oh yes sir okay salute all right hey Ronnie can we go back to you before we take more calls and Dana sit tight I'm coming to you Dana there's a part within this paperwork again that I got from Reggie right Junior and the digital soap box network where Snoop Dogg says that Suge Knight killed Tupac do you know what I'm talking I can read that it's really tiny much of it yeah I was just getting to that next okay so it says it goes on to say mr. Broaddus also said that he felt mr. Arnaud and are not by the way is that Dillinger she said that he felt mr. Arnaud was in danger as he is still under contract to death row records during the discussion I said that I know who killed Tupac Shakur mr. Broaddus responded by saying that it was the man sitting next to Tupac I asked if he met you I asked if he meant Suge Knight he replied affirmative Lee mr. Broaddus also said that he was upset that his bodyguard disappeared and did not assist him Wow okay folks we have paperwork and I'm gonna try and post the paperwork in the link up under the comments after after this show so you can download it yourself or you can just go to oh it is a digital soap box Network all right so I'm gonna bring you some more calls running or what else is it that we need to put on the table right now because you know a lot of these rappers you know they may come from the street at one point but once they make that transition to becoming an entertainer you know shit changes yeah you spoke about a little C's earlier Fat Joe other people you know even earth gaudy and Ja Rule's still insist they have paperwork on 50 cent you know that I saw that training order against them yeah so and then you know we don't have any paperwork but we do have we're you know test T I did get on the stand and regards to his friend that was killed in a shootout so he did identify the guys that were involved that's sort of like a situation where I can understand but when it comes to the situation where he was pretty much caught with an arsenal I just don't understand how you walk away from that not to a few years of time you know they found drums they've all kinds of drugs just assault weapons just you know and you know he was able to escape from that then you had little seeds who took the stand the little Kim is just now forgiving him for for that so it's definitely something you know snitching is a part of the culture but my problem with Snoop Dogg is that it's hypocritical for him to go on the attack and you know talk about Takashi and your name is in paperwork yeah really bothers me hang on a second area code three one three good evening we're talking about snoop d-o-double-g this is a former snitch three one three grieving are you there look here yeah look here okay I have to wrap it have the rep in the same industry snitch okay I don't know I see no paperwork bad but so I just showed you the paperwork you can go to our digital soap box now what can see the paperwork I'm not sitting here I will check it out I'm a check I'm gonna check it out and get giddy back feed baby okay excuse you the fuck up out of here fuck you calling me for area code three four seven evening 347 are you up to speed on mob James Reggie Wright junior and Alex Alonzo three four seven cleaning yeah yeah it was gunstar oh hey how are you sir yeah I was hearing about that you're stupid and snitch okay that's a fact cos you said he's going down this Hall of Fame but this is crazy never ever none like this home anybody so your phone sounds like shitty you know some type of puerto rican bluetooth audio sounds like shit can you get off of it if I hang up on you come on mum yes I mag you tonight I'm holding Aggie yeah you remember me stars come I feel nothing but I oh yeah man you might be a snitch I don't know you good good at fishing over in there but there's a lot of stitches in there in the street okay telling you just hose this whole shit is crazy because the car he took the tape this man the guy's telling on everybody so his own mom everybody this is crazy but su yeah I think I think there's Ben Ben Ben they don't think that about sniffing all these other people though I don't know why I don't bring them up well serve the GGC crew is going to Enzo's down I'm promoting them all night big one Adam brand knows videos we've been in yes female I've seen that mob gene body out of this morning I've seen that shit that's just crazy this thing's just going on our whole bunch of people not just food hey buddy yeah yeah this is crazy man all that was going on now everybody's gonna have to later anyway thanks get him out of here I don't know what's going on well fuck you calling me for I look for somebody who knows what's going on uh hang on a second blade leaning straight blade sends in a super chat score this niggas six nine is telling on more people than then Joe Valachi did are you proud of your son man fuck six nine I said that yesterday no fuck about him like that and and I'm tired of his baby's mother to was just you know just always eating on the camera disgusting mortal 46 good evening uh star 50 is clowning 6 9 - but 50 was a snitch as well okay eight one three boss says Reggie got caught disturbing major opioids across coasts by the feds and still free Ronnie was adopted by some African booty scratcher Ronnie I don't know Reggie uh right Junior's full background I know that at one point they were trying to say that he has something to do with Tupac's murder allegedly do you know anything about his background and how old he is can you find out Bob James looks like a nigga who beat me on some coke back in 87 down on watch blade carrot blade star you were ahead of your time with the start snitching campaign I just found out that lefty Rosenthal from casino was snitching for years yeah guerrillas oglivie googles Oh says snoop would have been this 69 of his generation if we had social media hashtag snoop rat you know for those of you who remember his snoop dog when he had had that court case him and those guys and I forget the details he was praying yeah I remember the picture you know begging Jesus to get him out of it did he tell its what area code nine Tory good evening 908 talking about Snoop Dogg was your former snitch 908 they was going on star steal in the second hey we'll set me how you it was going on yeah Ronnie definitely laid out some good points regarding uh Snoop Dogg basically snitching regarding uh pretty much the death of Tupac the reason why I made a good point that if you watch one of the interviews he did on glad you mean he basically stated that he came and shook had a fall out a long fall out and basically explained out you know they all the baby got along with each other like a couple years later but there's actual article shit can't remember the website which they should actually states and in Rolling Stones where he believes that uh the dog is a rat if I find that also said a stupid ever even had a fight it's all bullshit and what you're talking about if I can just try and zona know this you know somewhere around 2006 I think I think they made up but you know even then snoopers was talking that Oh crazy shit talking about you know his dogs is about to jump on snoopeh name was about to get to the action you know as if he's a motherfucker who'd been bussing guns you know fuck boy ship oh go ahead yeah I mean I don't think he was I don't really believe he was truly about that life because you know when he explains that story of when image to apartments in New York and nas was surrounded him it was I think o Central Park like he'll eat enough to explain that story correctly he doesn't want to tell people I think Reggie Reggie you said his name earlier Reggie White jr. explained the story will want more details yes on black gpo what up the old nigga Chronicles enjoy some that stuff because you know again I'm 55 some of that shit I don't want to remember I I don't want to remember no bum ass niggas and sloppy bitches from the 80s you know just we had our time don't fuckin meet you out to me on Facebook but you know they're giving details like even last word Theo please I mean like I said the season of snitching I mean look at ki fede so on black babies don't know the one thing that resonated with me in that interview is when he got a phone call from Diddy and did he ask them was it us regarding Tupac's desk I chose to do was just Nicki okay you know good to talk to you man all right yes sir have a good one okay why did you find out how old Reggie Wright Jr is it looks familiar I'm looking for a specific age but I do believe he's in his late 40s early 50s out give me a couple more seconds and see if we can find out how old mob James's I think it looks familiar that looks a long time he looks a little younger but you know just these guys are putting some work in folks this is where I'm pointing to for my source tonight the paperwork it's nobody LG do double J you know talent and clapping it to Kashi silly fuck nigga I think this is Dana here dan is that you Dan with the data 973 yes can you hear me how many I can say how's it going hey how's your channel coming let's promote your channel first before we do anything Daniel Daniel YouTube let's go yes everybody please subscribe to the road and on you to have three thousand subs as of this month so that's a good a nice mouth song yes still growing and so subscribe to the road ain't on YouTube and I go live Tuesday 7:00 p.m. okay okay before we talk about Snoop Dogg being a possible rat or a snitch the Patriots have released Antonio Brown you are a sports person yes anything you want to say about this so any inside formation you may have yes oh I love football and so I've been following Antonio Brunel and so he was released today about a patriot and rightfully so but he's doing too much so it was a writer by the name of Robert Clem Coe of sports illustrator and he pinned to expose detailing how is a dozen individuals talking about Antonio Brown past like former client coaches and saying how he ripped them off or degrading them and one woman during our article accused him of sexual misconduct so a few days after the story broke the woman revealed to Clemente Co that she receives a series of text messages from Antonio Brown so basically in her lawyer saying is you know it's basically you know threatening or harassing you know no text messages and and and so with that I guess the Patriots was like listen you know this is just too much a traditionally blast black ass to fuck up at her now if I can just jump in here for a second supposedly some of the text messages that Antonio Brown was sending to this female he included pictures of someone's kids someone's family a home addresses something like that yes no maybe yeah it's always a group chat to where he was telling people in a chat investigate her and he indicated a picture of her children inside of his inside of this group chat and he specifically said to her arm is really sad you will make bullshit story to the world basically calling her broke is she's doing it for money no okay okay hold on a second Dana number nine wants to call in as well and talk about some of these topics Ronnie anything you want to join with regards to the Patriots releasing Antonio Brown we can shift from Snoop Dogg's punk ass for a minute Ronnie I think it's gonna be interesting to see whether or not any team picks him up because you know at this point it's almost like he's alive liability you don't know what he's gonna do next or who's gonna come from his past and say hey he's done XYZ to me or you know whether or not these claims that have surfaced against him have any merit which I don't believe the first one does it doesn't matter it's the optics it's every time they they turn around you're up to you know your name is in the headlines with some some new allegation so and certainly the way that he acted you know with the Raiders and calling the coach out of requests publicly requesting his release he you know recording phone calls any team you know which actually violated the wiretapping laws in California but I don't I don't really see any team picking him up Wow Dana do you think Antonio Brown is finished in the NFL well he's definitely finished this season I don't know if he's if he does not beat both those cases he's completely finished from the NFL so if he does beat the case he will be picked up next year but he's losing out on money because the Patriots are not required to pay him none of the money unless he filed grievances who wants to go to water and also 90 dropped him as an endorsement and he lost an endorsement from 90 so hang on a second there was supposed to have been nine million dollars Garin to some type of signing bonus he didn't get that yes that was that was a bonus but they had that clause that image clause so if you bring any negative attention to the club they do not have to pay you unless they pay it out of goodwill or you follow grievances so they're not obligated to pay him anything they paid on for week two and week three and that's it okay okay all right hang on a second I'm going to superjet firestarter good evening sir he said store I'm snitching on you fuck nigga I was one of the guys at the par in New Jersey where you were raised when you pulled your father's gun on the basketball court we said we sitting your dumb ass down oh thank you man what was that 1979 I can't play basketball some nigga stuffed my shot you know the story in the shit just yeah yo it fucked me at Mets right well I'm got my father's gun I said ah hell no I can't take that scarecrow and the field did I say that right sent to the super chat 69 and Trey Way is at war ain't no rules in war 69 put hits out but shoddy bum ass couldn't deliver the feds could hashtag stuck behind the eight ball all right thank you so much hey Gemini - hey sugar what's poppin hang on a second she says loving this show story you look extra bright tonight salute thank you darling I like I like you your glasses and your uh your whole makeup there Wow are you single what's poppin are you in Atlanta thank you for your cash app you are appreciated hold a sec guys scroller Frank leaving he says snitch means sorry niggas I'm tryin to come home Aloha yet that's what Snoop Dogg had up on his fucking IG page snitch means sorry niggas I'm tryin to come home and again I'm trying not to make this personal because we've never really had a conversation we've never hung out I just think he's too old to be doing all this dumb shit you know one minute he's white boy Todd then he's Snoop lion and he snooped a pimp give me some of his other names Danis new book do you know some of his other names snoop teriyaki oh no lion no client I said that yeah oh you did yeah doctor snoop carpenters Snoopy dis a fucking dog father the dog father there you go yes hey father he used to okay all right okay so Dana um what else with Antonio Brown released from the Patriots uh he's trying to get a new team uh he released a statement he released a statement via social media he said thank you for the opportunity appreciate at PAX now live it oh now he chooses to be quiet yeah I saw that I saw that that wasn't really a statement that was just thanking the Patriots and then Tom Brady put three little hearts you know just I watched his ship and I'm talking about has he released a statement saying I'm you know I'm sorry yadda yadda I'm gonna get past this no that shit no no nothing defiant black man okay I don't you you you have a pending case with the first victim why are you saying anything with text why are you reaching out to these people that's accusing like how dumb can you be I don't think it's a pending case I think it's a lawsuit but but not it's not illegal I'm sorry it's not a um the police are not to my knowledge they're not looking for him just a lawsuit yes yeah you know I definitely like a pending lawsuit case yeah the police are not involved but we still what are you talking about it yeah area code for to for good evening Snoop Dogg you see a form of snitch four to four no yes look there's a businessman life look best listen like the big homies Ben told me about was house no get down let's go down the silver at you got them from ready yeah all the February that you got from Reggie like I've seen that pepper working he was telling for showing that paperwork but the thing with Snoop is that don't nobody highlighted because you got so much money and status it's like I guess not gonna come some Godfather type shit so it's like kind of like what some West Coast JV type shit yeah we talked about it you know you got deal sorry because especially if you want to entertainment bill you know the meaning so ain't nobody gonna put light on it except for niggas ispotter look yeah I suppose despite a local a couple of months ago he was he was going still going hard at niggas now hang on a second do you know the background of Reggie White Junior mob James and Alex Alonso they they got a a podcast is popular and what does tgc crews stand for do you know the stand for I know the whole background the whole like the whole Martha hosted from that area from Louis Park company so I know the whole background of that honest answer Reggie writing all of that shit man he got much to say by help is he's a police officer at the end of the day you know that move but is he a former cop I thought he was a former security chief for death row his father is a former cop right okay no you look I was trying to be a cop too so yeah hang on a second so what does tgc crew stand for what does that stand for you say Katie be cool t GC crew that's the name of their Sheldon podcast oh come on is that the gangster Chronicles is that what that stands for yeah they made it with each other but it ain't nothing really industry significance is going to men I mean sitting there we just tell him inaudible i-i'm sorry no you know I'm a big fan did you see the homey way no with Adam 22 that was just posted today way knows my nigga for real for real lover man yeah academic you know my thing even you know shit about a pop star I think he or academics is a good guy and and I and I liked nadeska but listen man I thank you for the call man salute thank you somebody sent me a link thank you the homey way no from everyday struggle and folks when I say everyday trash I'm not talking about when we know was there way no it was a big fucking help a great guy great businessman great personality great aura you know he used to come in for those who give a shit in the mornings and sometimes I would say to him I still on the lake and he would say well like am i Salaam great human being you know I don't know the guy Adam 22 he's and don't tell them but they spelled my name wrong on that no jumper interview they spelled the STAAR are in a second Dana any thoughts on snoop d-o-double-g den are you a fan of snoop dogg's he's been called the snitch Dana yeah I'm not really a fan of his a party like maybe one or two songs but that actor that was that big casing he did the saw myrtle at the case that they gave me it's that case that they were furniture right say that again I was doing something else what the the case that you're talking about he did a song after he was on found not guilty the song called murder was the case that they gave me it was around that time right I'm following you leader and no but I'm just but what I'm when I'm hearing when I'm noticing what a lot of these rappers that you know had run-ins with the law whether TR sue for whoever none of them never went to jail before they were rappers even though there was someone in the street so that says a lot if you don't have a history of doing time it's for a reason you are more likely to tell because you don't want to go to jail that's thing I used to say I don't want to go but I'm not scared to go nobody's scared to come that's funny running mouth okay okay so the murder case was in 1993 and it looks like this incident was 1998 yeah the murder case as you say was much early but but Snoop talking to the police giving them a statement that came years later yes okay so well I wonder if he snitched on our murder case hmm well he was acquitted he took it to trial yeah and he was acquitted okay okay he was acquitted as well so yeah I don't but I'm just saying but with that years later you know talking who knows but all right so I'm ahead a couple years ahead I'm thinking on the very first month I didn't know about this second incident that happened okay all right so why did you find anybody's age mob James Reggie White jr. Alex Alonso well Reggie White jr. I found an interview where he talked about being a member of the great Street Crips and the peter'll mafia back early 80s so I could speculate as to his age but he's not the type of person that has a Wikipedia page so it's gonna be pretty hard you know other than guesstimating okay hang on a second I'm looking in the live chat my beautiful troll babies anybody know how old mob James is I saw him up on a Vlad TV a few times no okay all right ladies can we switch gears for a minute we'll come back to Snoop Dogg and Antonio Brown Ronnie there's some new controversy going on with hmm and some young girl's hair that appears to be not combed and and once again at H&M I don't even know what HM stands for they are at the center of controversy can you bring us up to speed on this I saw the story I was kind of turned off and I said this looks like some new fashion chic bullshit Ronnie yeah well as you just said you know they are no stranger to controversy if you recall they came under fire back in January 2018 for an ad that featured a black boy and a sweatshirt that made reference to monkeys so now once again they find themselves a new coolest monkey in the jungle to be yeah coolest monkey in the jungle right so now they're you know they're in a little bit of controversy for another ad that features a young black girl now if you're one of the few people who hasn't seen the adding question there are several shots that feature the girl and what some would describe as you know her hair in a natural state so I've seen both sides of the argument play out on online ad nauseam you have some people who feel that H&M used those images to mock and clown the girl and they say that you know there should have been a hairstylist on site to change their hair but on the other side of the argument are the people that feel that there's nothing wrong with the images because it captures her hair in its natural state and so to those people anyone who is complaining about her hair is actually making an attack on her that reinforces Eurocentric standards of beauty okay do you know you have to speed on this door now yes or a clip of it on can you pull it up because I think this is important enough hold it up I'm looking at it yeah I don't I don't see nothing wrong because the other little girls here are a mess however this little black girl they could have found another nephew had a black girl to display because she do have damaged edges they just should have had another nappy headed black girl but all the other girls here on that's two of different backgrounds so I don't think I'm the wrong with this I didn't make it black people raised baby and we need to stop you are Pro black you stand up for the black man even though you know you you've admitting gay porn you're saying this is acceptable yeah I just look if that was my child I want to say okay you'll be use her but let me take the ponytail to make out so little afro or nappy afro as you look a hot mess but again all the other girls here I learned that so no I select before their rates every speeding with this wealthy nothing wrong but she do need her hair done she need a hair treatment Ronnie I don't have any biological daughters that I know of or that I'm claiming but you know and your thoughts on this story AJ and what is H and M stand for ladies that I forget this is a huge clothing chain well you know like Dana I I think I took it upon myself to look further into this and I have to agree with her all of the children and the ad are featuring similar hairstyles and by similar hairstyles I mean it's not styled at all there's no semblance of professional hair care and any of the pictures for any of the kids they're rocking sort of like just out of bed messy hair hairstyle so it looks like that wasn't look they were going for with everyone now while I don't personally go for the messy bedhead look I think it's important for people to make a distinction from a company trying to mock a child from a company that simply just went with a questionable art direction for their ad campaign like Dana said I don't think this is like the a blatant case of racism that you know some people are making it out to be but you know that it doesn't look bad it the hair looks unkept it looks damaged and I think I think they missed the mark with this ad campaign and you know what let me just add that instead of making it a racial thing it should have been me to movement they should I mean it a feminist thing because I think as a woman why are you advertising thin it's okay for girls that have messy here you know like that's the new thing like ginger does not matter with this whole you know non gender conformity thing and to me that's that's how I took it so because I have a problem when you walk outside the house your hair is not done but now you are saying it's okay for little girls it's okay for you not to do your hair to go outside so to mean job you're promoting a negative stereotype of femininity they should have went with their angle I don't have any biological daughters but I think this is a disgrace I'm sorry I think that this is you know trying to adapt to Eurocentric a culture and/or behavior where it does not need to spill over into the upbringing of I'll just say african-american children everything that is acceptable in the in the you know white world is not necessarily beneficial to to black or brown children and I've got a nice I'm not gonna put too much of her business out there but you know she grew up on Martha's Vineyard Island and her father and I took issue with the fact sometimes that she was dressing the same way that some of the little white kids on the islands were dressing and they were dressing very down with dirty jeans dirty sneakers and shit like that and even though I myself was raised in Scotch Plains New Jersey my father one that allowed me to come in the house looking like a fucking you know just a vagabond I'll just say that but I don't like it I'll just say that if that means anything I don't like it at all that your little black girls running around with their hair just not combed at all under the umbrella of white acceptance that's all I'll say give you last week right that's a really that's a really old-school term use vagabond another one is ragamuffins and you know there's nothing wrong with wearing there's nothing wrong with wearing your hair and in its natural state but there is a difference between natural and unkept now as someone who doesn't use chemicals in my hair I consider myself natural but I also would not roll out of bed and walk out the house without sending to my hair natural hair doesn't have to mean messy you know the styles that I was trying to be the most beautiful are what is considered natural have and a twist single leads to its goddess braid there's nothing messy or undone or unkept about those styles so you know she could wear her natural her natural hair I'm not suggesting they should have you know permed her hair or straightened it but they could have done her hair they could have done all of the children's hair what is the point of adjust at this school look and you have on brand new clothes usually when you get home from school your clothes are going to look a little you know Haggard so and host famous for saying cleanliness is next to godliness why people have black people and I'll even go as far I'll even go as far as to say you know young white kids find it cool to have lice and other things of that nature have lice and fucking yeast infections is just like that I'm going someplace else part of me anybody want the last word let's move on from this I'm gonna get back to I just want us new dogs bitches I can't sing or not the little black girl but there's the Indian girl the Asian girl so and you know girls of color so why just the black girl because her he is more King here again to me this looks like you you're trying to conform young girls of BC and it's okay to be unkept and that's wrong I'm not I'm not focusing on that nappy headed black girl you know and it's not the ramen that be here so go cuz all the hairs were nappy but yeah she's not the only one of color so black people need to stop Waters erasing all the time all right hang on a second and let me go to super chat full blast radio good evening sir sends in a donation star a snoop lion is going to be mad at you again he's good he's not gonna threaten you this time he's gonna get the trannys in in the ATL to run down on you hashtag chucko chucko cha cha cha cha cha cha okay thank you sir blade blade says respect to Reggie right for keeping it real and saying that back when he was a cop if nick has made him chase them the billy club was coming out yeah yeah I applied to be a cop four times they said get the fuck out of here we gave you a gun that's that's enough sugar G hey darlin sugar G says let's focus on why Ronnie's statement about the first allegation is boss chick a victim blame her too what is this yeah cuz I don't believe the bitches either what what is she saying she's saying am I you know what Dave Chappelle referred to himself and he said I'm what you call a victim blame her he said what were those little boys wearing well you know anybody looking at this allegation with common sense it's you know the police have looked at it was common sense too and they're not biting on it because it doesn't make any sense so this man sexually assaulted you and you continue to be around him alone you went to a club with him you you were in his house if you're in videos on snapchat whatever you know practically on his lap but this is the man who sexually assaulted you and he masturbated you had no idea he was masturbating and he ejaculated on your bed your back and then you still continue to be around him and ask him for money no not buying it this was an attempt to come up okay okay and I read firestarters hanging this okay he's talking about me and okay back you got that one PA Iowa store checkout PA Lowa shadi what does that rap goes all the way up to the president now and like all the bodyguards or ex cops it's fucked up game game and connected a lot so this is written horribly I knew it again hey Spence scroller store checkout PA Lowa shoddy rap goes all the way up to the president now and like all the bodyguards are ex-cop so what does he mean a rap goes up to the president what President he's talking about Thank You being donation hang on a sec okay 702 POW was poppin homie okay he's one of the guys that sent me the link earlier of mob James & Company the gangster Chronicles point me all right 702 palaces store how the fuck can I forget Spyder Lok double down on snoop snoop Crippin recently on Adam 22 last week I know it's late and you live already but this is too essential as he questions Snoop snoops Crippen as well and if I see this Dana Ronnie despite a little going into ona Snoop Dogg no I did not see that Dan finish up with Yuma take more calls please promote your channel before you go and anything else that you want to mention please Dana yeah well hmmm stands for Hennis and Moritz there's a suite and company and founded in 1947 but uh and you can subscribe to my youtube channel the real thing and I'll be going live again 7:00 p.m. I'm also going to upload a video with Ronnie on it let you know now Ronnie many clips so she yeah she made some really good point so but yeah so look out for that alright I'll be looking take your dinner alright alright Dana with the data on the check-in they bring some other phone calls and hang on a second guys every two to one five I'm sorry nine one seven four nine one seven first evening nine one seven Snoop Dogg is your former snitch nine one seven stop yes stop no doubt about it he's a former snitch mr. so is on pip and he is so his tape so his puffy a lot of these guys are and 6:9 listen I would never mess with him again but this kid was kidnapped he was facing 70 years weren't they even talking about body in this kid right before he got busted so yeah I wouldn't mess with him for it I can't what he's doing as you hear the latest from 6-9 who else's baby dropped come on he's talking now that Claude and Ray didn't die in that fire in prison that they were at a baseball game the products watching thank you / oh wow I think it's that one okay okay listen star especially I mean unfortunately this generation is probably going to accept them back after some time but Snoop snitch so did tests on all these other guys they continue to do it and it's so no like you know amazement that snoop taping all these other guys they're the ones that are put into like you know Hollywood movies now not even independent little reticle movies they're in today you know the studio pictures now the ones are you know 100 million dollar budgets and everything somewhere along the line you know I'm not gonna want to depend but a lot of these people call it Illuminati or whatever right those guys cause a different line they got the money behind them the players behind them whether a soul souls and I like you no joke no joke all them guys will talk this and that something's different with those guys now they got the bread they did what they did and you know that's just the way it is when I hang on a second because you've already said that you understand what Takashi is doing and can I ask how will you okay but you're 46 and you're understanding how a guy is now flipping like a flapjack on Sunday morning on his team your understanding of that yes oh yeah I said I understand what he's doing I didn't say I'm understanding of it and I agree with it or I'm down with it cuz I started you know truth be told I had a situation like that listen started five days before 9/11 I got a 1-2-3 I got caught up in something with five other dudes five of the black dudes by the way and they were you know long story short we were in the cordon everything let's make a long story long how did you get out of this situation how'd you get out who actually was - we did - shit they all they all got a one two three so did I but beef right before that let me explain to you why I wasn't one two three we were all in there I had I was the only one that can afford a lawyer I had one of the mornings I was not no James Dean back then you know I had Barry Scheck I'm gonna wait through that at the DNA evidence in the old education but the judge came in and said there's no fuckin three guys to complete two guys go to child he said you guys better get on the same page and either you guys take a plea or you guys are off on the trial now I was thinking about trial I had the lawyer but the judge also said if you guys want a child your sentence is 12 to 17 and I'm giving you every last ounce of time I can give you max so and now I might you start I knew I was into doing it but when you're looking down the barrel of a 12 to 17 or you can take a 1-2-3 you cooperated sir go ahead you took a deal yes good deal never mind that we she you you were not on trial who with three black guys together you had you had your own lawyer you've already said that you took a deal although but I didn't use it because I didn't use it because it was either everyone takes the same plea or everyone wants to try he wasn't having no separate issue arose a package deal so so the black guys who couldn't afford lawyers and your lawyer that you could afford you said nah I'm gonna side with these with these fucking black losers and I'm gonna take the same deal same deal just because I'm a good guy right there yes another dude because I couldn't give a fuck about those right pictures but the thing was when you're looking at 12 to 17 sorry I - buddy go under coverage that were in court that lot I understand once I seen actually go down to 200 cards that they won't even no one else see when they were testifying I said you know this shit is rigged and I listened but start now we all got to 1 2 3 every single one of them that actually did this shit they were out after one I had to do a full three all right you know I no idea sir just like just like everyone said when we were in there black white it didn't matter they were like unfortunately you the nigger in here and you're like I come on Thank You Man well you don't have a great night thank you sir yeah I don't know it sounds crazy Bonnie what do you think crazy sound all the suspects we can't verify anything though hang on a sec let me go - uh - good evening - David he said star salute to you I was denied also with the police department yeah told me get the fuck out of here we're not giving you a badge give you a gun not a badge shukuchi hey dawn she says star let's get this straight I'm not a Czech boss nigger that nickname comes comes from John Hopkins shorty after certain purchases okay so sir your name is sugar G there fuck okay thank you sir blade blade sends in a super jet says respect to cousin Dominic for clapping back at Stars half moly ass I'm for conning his aunt into leaving her house to him strident calling her she's out right left me the fucking house Cape May New Jersey I can't even talk about that because he's still salty Dominic can't speak about but thank you me I thank you for your cash yep all right Ronnie before I bring in more calls let's go back to Snoop Dogg for a second and what is it that you think with regards to why he claps that you know the younger generation it just bothers me him taking shots at Takashi six nine is it no big deal to you or is he just like you know a hip-hop icon he's a funny guy hahaha well what's your perception Snoop Dogg I think he does I think a lot of his antics are rooted and cloud chasing you know what is the purpose of you jumping on the bandwagon and clowning Takashi's for telling and you were essentially telling you know I feel like a lot of the people that he takes shut shots at are people who aren't gonna take shots back you know Takashi were out he would certainly go back at snoop and you see a lot of people who are taking shots at Takashi now that didn't have anything to say when he was out so to me that's just like crowd chasing however you felt about him you felt about him when he wasn't here it's not just this the fact that he's on the stand so you know he knew has a lot of viral videos he goes at the president he puts on the Aunt Jemima headscarf and I hate that it really bothers me are you saying yeah I mean it's you know he's become a caricature I'm not sure but I think a lot of them he put out was his gospel album we haven't really heard him much you know in terms of music so clowning on Instagram seems to be really all he has these days other than the show with Martha Stewart I don't know if that's still running new episodes okay hold on a sec mr. flowers sends in a super chat mr. terrain direct because I can Williams would like to take you out for drinks do you accept I'm in Atlanta man I I don't know where Derek is nice guy but I'm not trying to get in the middle of all that with there what happened with he and I'm Hassan Campbell Thank You Man for your superjet I miss me super chats hang on a second don't think so all right let's go to every code 7:07 good evening 7:07 Snoop Dogg is here former snitch 707 yep john-boy check that nigga Antonio Brown oh let's go man you know you got to remember and yo Brown came out as a second rounder okay and he play for I believe a Division two which was the Michigan right okay so he went ahead and showed his faith but you got to remember when Pittsburgh got rid of him it was he got rid of us they get they got rid of him to the Oakland Raiders whispers is always perceived as a Siberian football right because when you look at it ended careers a lot of like the Jerry Rice's are the monsters who were sent to the Raiders was fit for that reasoning behind because of this it's great so he got the opportunity to come out of that situation to get the opportunity to go to the New England pages which he was almost there but for my understanding he did get guaranteed money heard the bleacher report which included the one known you guarantee base salary and it had that signing bonus for whatever it was but I think and I thought that was nine million if I'm not mistaken to sign books okay good oh you will you're correct nine million signing bonus paid in two installments in incentives that Brown will not be able to beat obviously now right but I personally want to see the nigga handcuffed in a coarse jumpsuit and I want him out of here and I won't he have to go because enough is enough with these prima donna motherfuckers coming out of the NFL and they got to be made an example of there's no more room for the Michael Irving and these new michael irvin 2.0 okay okay without the cocaine cuz it is not allegedly but now the NFL is going to go ahead and not only put them in the on a pedestal is to make them out of an example because his mistake was calling the GM a cracker and he went ahead upon the information on Twitter so the GM when it turned allegedly put the broad who went ahead and made the allegation because they didn't come out anywhere the Raiders knew that and they were pretending like they were surprised because that's why they brought him in it was the risk and they thought it was just another situation it's a handless second John blaze with everything you've just said do you think that he's out of here think his NFL days over me I was really bothered by him him recording the coach conversation and then posting it I was bothered by that and I was well and the nigga got to go for this simple fact he is his NFL and your question is is it over it is over start and my nigga I'm gonna tell you what Wow his career is over because now the New England Patriots are the Siberia of football there's no longer the race so when there is a person who is on a last leg there's still a four individual team which is the Browns the Raiders analysis New England the wings were boy hit as more as rehab now the example is the example of also think of also think of went there but hittin work their face in the mouth so you see a lot of the players who are now want the particular team where they're given a second chance but then if the fall outcome if it's either with Peter with dogs or it's with whatever it is dealing with domestic violence the NFL got no a very well shit and and and and then go hold up with your time but like I said Ronnie like I said star the nigga gotta go you got me in handcuffs and you got to go period thank you thank you thank you alright alright John blaze on the chicken shed didn't want some in handcuffs what the fuck tranny chaser good evening sends in a super jet star I got a master splinter on the line he ain't do nothing but takes a one-two-three lies he snitched and stole and star where the trannys at no idea hey speaking of trannies running have you spoke to Stacey Gloor as of late do you know her schedule 2 : about certain things uh yes so I did follow up with her to thank her for coming on and having a discussion with us and she said that she is open to having further discussions in the future so ok ok wait some more calls in area code 702 good evening 702 you there good evening I'm gonna tell you why Snoop Dogg is snitch 6 9 if not miss 9 is a snitch of course train 20 way put me on death row and keep the DEA no damn snitch let's go so Snoop Dogg in la la la is spear point blank you got paperwork home if you talking to the police on paperwork bitch Snoop Dogg Smith they got to be on paperwork y'all saw it number 2 6 line they knew the boys the young men go for Brooklyn who's not a gang member he got money put him or to put him in trade they know he's not a gang member so bottom pointed to all excuse and all the other bullshit think what they felt until you knew he wasn't bout that life there's the police come you gonna see if you all know that you know that in the end of course he feeling post was what did you know he told on everybody cuz I'm Sicilian you know that and so PPP if you're his homeboy y'all went on a mission together and if you was able to speak back from the dead and he has opportunity to get off scot-free what you gonna tell PVD to do good point tell them we go through I mean that's like a big nothing nobody start come on hang on a second okay so you're from LA and you know snoop you know the paperwork shows and he was you know talking and cooperating what we got punch yeah he got punched so now does this affect his credibility or does he have too much money now doesn't it there's no peb fuck you money you know not you niggas is on that don't silly gang shit fuck out of here right right I'm a former gang member I'm gonna tell you like this I know I lived in Long Beach for many many years - okay I know that Snoop Dogg is as a teenager he was in his music he was a hang around it wasn't official gangbangers but anyway but no cause it's not gonna be in a you know there's not gonna be no where we gonna get touched you got too much money and all the tools that he brought up in Long Beach like crazy and although you know that's a money you know they still get money with that doing nothing they gonna do them they're gonna use them you don't have no respect the respect was back there now you might get a stupid a stupid youngster or something it's my clipper but Snoop Dogg I believe he's too smart to bring his stuff out in the open like that who would the guys about maybe four years ago they said they made some videos and they said snoop can't come back to Long Beach anymore you know I'm talking about yeah yeah oh they don't know him over there he claimed he got family over there and all that but like I said each trying things like the football league got so basically he's in limbo Toys for Tots giving out turkeys in the hood you know shit like that yeah he just even limbo he might get somebody like like me backing up 39 I think I'm the last generations of silent gang members like somebody like me I want to try to clip him others are storing whazzup you know if I started storing him or do something and get some money apart but I appreciate the honesty so it's just like that so this might be it I don't everybody mad at him they know we don't know if I'm exploring give me Millions I know I think there's more people actually supporting him that then mad at him I think a lot of people are kicking up dust you know of just social media but you know I think he's gonna be okay and he's gonna come out and the music oh yeah I don't see why he can't put out music you know I've been saying ever since you know 50 cent expose Rick Ross as a former CEO that authenticity really matter and music anymore so you know this guy was rapping about movin weight but he's the same guy who was really locking down cell block eight so you know that doesn't matter the fact that he was a part of law enforcement why should it matter that Takashi took the fan you know extreme is nobody nobody cares where's all the real niggas that yes I mean at least I don't understand this is like living in the parallel universe Thank You Cole so thank you salute thank you alright yeah let me go to superjet a personal observation says has anyone noticed that black women get real lazy with their hair and hygiene when they date white men and had the nerve to feel like they're leveling up did you hear that Ronnie any comments yeah I mean I have heard that argument made before that some women straighten their hair or try to conform to your eccentric standards of beauty and and ironically the white men actually prefer black women with their natural hair state so I have heard that I've never pulled a group of white men so I don't know how true that is but I will say that when I see interracial relationships with where the woman is black and the man is white her hair is usually in the natural state have you yourself running dated on the other side or is that too much of a personal question uh yeah no I've not no no okay hey also Ronnie Elvis the chef Rosenberg wants to know what's your cache as you kept on your banner you're not promoting you care chef yeah I'm not I'm not promoting it okay Thank You Elvis the chef Rosenberg but I phone lines and guys if you joined this show late here I'm referencing paperwork that were I found by three credible gentlemen I think that the TG c stands for the gangster Chronicles Ronnie can you confirm that that's the name of the show on a digital soapbox network on YouTube so be sure okay sure I'll look into that let's go to every code every killed six one two gleaming six one two are you there how are they reading I was explaining nine and since we're talking about snitches in 69 and nonsuit dogs they made a really good point on about a murder case it's still called way back in the day I was a kid I'm 40 and I'm in the streets everybody was trying was like really amazed that even beat that cuz you know back in the 90s it wasn't really commonplace for like a so called you know dude in the streets and the lifestyle to really get off on that murder like no matter how much money you had cuz even back there there was a lot of rappers and you can ask for it you know I'm saying that was catching cases like regular people and going down yes although it's been quite a few things with the soup man I mean it will give me wrong I can say again one entertainer and I do believe you know what then I said you know authenticity you know doesn't matter I guess in hip-hop and that's it I would say that's the problem is but it's almost a good thing I think it's almost time that just like really shut down the whole thug life thing and I fixed the cost you six nine is like the last third you know I think and since she's a clown it really exposed like today in 2008 singer growth you really own that third ships clown shit it's old hat Oh Bob James I was watching one of his interviews and I mean you don't watch later' TV like that but that was a really wanted to know what's it all worth it as far as death row you know that's everything that went along with it can you turn the radio down in your police cruiser sir it's kind of beating back oh yeah turned all of it sorry about that sir do you sing step better do you yeah I'm up James saying you know everybody who was involved and put in all that work they either dead or right back when they started over Hasbro just bought death row records you know I mean not to go conspiracy theory in here but man this is it's almost like yeah I can believe snoop was kind of awesome little Kenya and ancient shit I believe 16 even even two custom six now I was I mean he's doing it right now I never trusted I will never trust a rapper with rainbow hair I said that from John I'm 40 years old you know I'm saying I never never have a devil wheels you did what I was saying how many years have you been in the job officer I'm the furthest days from the police sir sir sir come on that's we're talking that real shit tonight how many years have you been on the job it actually bro I'm uh I'm a convict you convict yeah by the time I'm annoying that you end a cover I got you okay no I know the trouble by a better cover but you know they're speaking of it it's nothing like that but I just think this is a California for the like saying man I think this all it was all a joke anyway I mean dick by Tupac was a ballerina okay can we not start this in Tupac but thank you for your call thank you salute okay all right talk to me um hey Ronnie I'm looking at Vlad TV duck I'm not that we have time to do all this shit tonight and maybe tomorrow or Sunday Takashi six nine court audio how'd they get the audio out of the courtroom if it wasn't you know allowed to be sent out you have your laptop in front of you and that's I want you to listen to this but there yeah I think people are oh and by the way that the TDC is the gangster Chronicles but I think people are sneaking audio recording devices and to the court because they're not allowed you're not allowed to be recording you're not even allowed to have your phone on during the federal court proceedings so I think people are you know recording on the down-low 8 4 3 & 4 3 there maybe April 3 yes star I'm Pat Matthews in the building hey will tell me how you chime in on these topics you got a food a few fluent about mr. Kashi I wish miracle with person Takashi yeah let's go to well two countries an old topic right now right now we're talking about Snoop Dogg there's paperwork that I just I just saw that clearly shows him you know giving a statement to police back in 1998 I'm asking the question yeah yes and I always thought it was weird house just dive in to the pop culture side of music like it's kind of like what the back door it's like everybody was fighting up front and talking about you know hip-hop that bottle shit pop still alive and Snoop went out the back door he went around with Wiz Khalifa out the back door and he does adopted this whole new identity of I'm not against they anymore I used to be I'm just cool uncle snoop learn about the TV show he started taking pictures with the headscarf all and all that shit on social media it's like he was trying to clean himself up and he what he literally whitewashed himself that's what he did nobody did and that's what levy bitch bitch okay okay have you seen the paperwork I just saw it on Twitter I just saw it okay and uh yeah I just solidified it yes this is Mitch but he acts like this Mitch if you really took the name dog away from him and the whole legacy he acts like a typical corny dude on the street was a snitch okay I agree I agree yeah I'm glad you're saying it because you me saying it makes me sound like I'm just you know I'll get better you know I just he's a fucking weirdo last word all right yeah all the a B thing yeah ago and I said be careful when you put things on paper because I've heard you say before started I tell my friends stop putting when you're mad at a female stop putting things on paper it did his dumb ass with an included her in the group text there's this group text thing with dudes I've been told my homeboys stop they don't include me in group text messages you have something to say to me we can meet up we could talk Mostafa you know paper it's cost the people my teen it comes with a lot of things yeah I definitely know Jess thanks for coming ok all right I was checking the NY Post calm was there something else we mentioned her earlier on e behind the scenes I'm Kenneth I remember I'm doing a blank here are you there yeah I'm here I'm researching well we talked about the agent talked about the H&M situation and I'm looking on V lied at this court testimony and someone was actually able to get some footage out really two days ago I think I saw that with Takashi it was kind of blurry yeah uh-huh and he looked like a scared little kid the way he was just sitting in his chair leaning towards the judge he was leaning so close to the microphone at one point the prosecution said can you back up off the mic please right right yes I'm several points they had to tell him to get back on target because she was just you know at one point he was talking about the coat that he had on and you know the prosecutors like okay let's let's get back to what happened every code-nine 170 there no.17 go to area code five six - hey five six - good evening are you there five six - what up hey what up stars Jay from New York man what's up bro let's go what's happening there now I'm getting tight now I'm getting upset because people is on here talking shit about some new China go at that man's integrity knock it off now stop fronting on snoop y'all stop it come on and nigga been the crib we be reppin this crib chief over 25 plus years now I got wasted in the damn that turns it me the core is is it come on man bullshit 48 49 years old young niggas are calling is clipping that girl call is creeping in the question now Wow yeah yeah what the fuck because what is News doing right now is he tripping right now know what he's doing right now what he's doing right now is making light and poking fun at someone for doing the same thing that he did so it's a little Hitler negative I I respectfully disagree with you know I was actually just a project because a simple factory yes Takashi Takashi wasn't see Takashi was starting a lot of shit the problem with the Kashi is this Kiko Hirst motherfucking cool to be in the doing that shit so CUDA B is in jail because of some shit Takashi got him to do but how's it different that's very very different you know what I'm saying and yes the Kashi's old G's or whatever you want to call them sure yeah don't make it they was all slop they was all sloppy but name one positive thing Takashi was no matter it's not a matter of if he handed out turkeys or sponsored a Pop Warner team let me ask you this question if you say to a cop that somebody killed somebody else would you consider that snitching it's really just a repeat that okay so if someone tells a cop about a murder of someone else is that niching if someone tells a cop about a murder of course yeah who's giving this omission is a cop it's a cop the one that's what snoop did Jay hang on a second that's what we're talking about that's what snoop did yeah running and that's essentially what you did so you just answered the question it is essentially the same thing I think maybe you like snoop as an artist has nothing to do with that no no no no no no I have to stop you what I'm I don't mean in that way that's not no no what I'm saying is let's not sit up here and now all of a sudden here we are trying to tear down some new to distract us from what the fuck Takashi this game will deal with Snoop let the coffee stand is spilling his fucking guts hang on Jay we're talking about two separate things you know we spent the last two days but possibly three days talking about Takashi now with Shyne time on an old nigga it most certainly can be shine time on ol nigga and we got some paperwork have you seen the paperwork Jay have you seen the paper okay I have nothing the paperwork but in this but in this day and age star I'll pose walking around December means walking around what the fuck is we worrying about snoop now for Alpo did his time I'm realistic he did his time he snitched did his time and again the gangsters ain't do shit and the gangsters ain't do shit and what was bothering me is is this why I get matters because niggas talk - is on the phone star they talk - and on the end into the young lady as nothing is not towards you your I don't want you to think that I'm getting at you because I'm really not I respect you but where pisses me off is that you same niggas that get on this phone and they talk that shit star yes new bitch bitch I'm in LA I'm here I'm here when snoop come the motherfucking wrong Beach Boulevard when snoop coming Atlantic Avenue in Long Beach anywhere not emoji maybe one autograph insignia cheese and star they smiling and how do I know cuz I see him I'll be out here and I see it and its new jumping the spoon event he drop right in the front of him and then it's yeah that bitch ass nigga bitch ass come back because what's up big homie that's what I'm some big homie wholesome calling into question whether I'm not calling the question whether or not Jane Jane okay I'm not calling that into question I'm calling into question all the niggas talking shit now when you see him when he put out a fuckin book see do something else yo bitch ass is gonna be out there asking for autograph as they should but right now we talk about some paperwork and we talking about a nigga I got a seat I have to find out I got it allowed I have to find out about it's paperwork all you have to do is just go to digital soapbox network is right there Jim listen I thank you for the call man thing you want to say about me get a paycheck stay with me Patriots releasing Antonio Brown you and I speak sports from time to time um yo if you got time star I want you to look up the Montes Burfict hit on Antonio Brown and you look at that hit can you just tell me what it is I don't give a fuck abandoned when you're brewing he got it he got it I'm saying this broke what I'm saying is he got hit by this dude named vodka is perfect in the head and I swear to god I'm a Pittsburgh that ain't never been the same he did some wrong it's not a less than that because when jr. 6a y'all is up telling itself you know what I'm saying when when Jamar Fletcher kills his motherfucking girl in himself for these head injuries then it's like oh shit we went when Aaron Hernandez hanged himself and does all this crazy wild shit we find out later that a CTE I believe Antonio Brown has CTE issues bro truly believe it okay cuz the nigger had purple you got a purple mohawk and a blonde motherfucking mustache so much you know I really don't like a lot of attention yeah last question before you go get hold a second if you give a shit Jalen Rose interview and Vlad Chi be calm you know who you know he put coke I'm sorry he put Larry Bird over Kobe Bryant number five let's catch that one yeah of course he's gonna do that cuz I see grab dinner Larry Bird is right of course so make sure you caught it of course good token you man Thank You Jay man seizure okay all right Jay on the chicken he's a day one guys for those who know the history of the show um a few more calls what time is it let me go to a CUDA be all shokudo be says you can talk hot on the internet boy that's that goofy shit we ain't into that boy black van pull up to your mom pull up to your mama crib boy let me thank you for the other subject Mac says star I'm a law enforcement officer and honestly everybody snitches on the blacks oh I only fault the blacks for being too accepting of other races Wow very well said if he is indeed law enforcement he might be trolling yeah I only fault the blacks for being too accepting of other races thoughts on that run you know well my personal opinion is that you know everyone is predisposed to snitching everybody will snitch people snitch on themselves every day across the country and municipal courts they won't even take a traffic ticket to trial so they tell on themselves they get into a plea agreement and you know they pay a lesser amount and so I think we're all predisposed to snitching hang on a second power bottom sends power bottom sends in a super chat darling star why are you blocking my number question mark do you want me to email Ronnie our vacation pictures together question mark thank you power bottom whoever the fuck you are a jrx says didn't snoop get caught fucking that Powell thought on her phone camera question mark she said that snoop after while playing his gospel album he's a clown I what is Ivan no knowledge about what is that right and he something about Powell Snoop Dogg Oh Selena was her name I think she was cloud chasing can you google Selena Powell I think that's who were there talking about oh yeah she I think she there was a viral clip she was on Adam 22 and she said that she was messing with new yeah she was also on academics and she's done a lot of it made her rounds real sloppy chick let me bring in someone sent in a Kashyap and folks you can join the conversation if you like via cash app or PayPal the link is right up under the video okay let's bring in area code 908 is this an awesome low missing your name 800 you know I was just listening I'm good man I called it before this listen to the whole conversation about a 69 and everybody and Snoop Dogg I mean the keeper really really real snow burr the real do but at the same time being real is being that you would snitch for your livelihood I mean smooth the only thing was people got issue with Snoop is you posting and call them a rat back home and all this other stuff but like you did the same thing it's now 50 cent when he actually said 50 cent was pretty cautious with his words because I'm from when I hear for these 50 cent does have paperwork as well so he was real cautious with his words and describing how how how six miles out he said he can feel he understands how we felt about people around you being cool with you trying to trying to trying to set you up and stuff like that so he understands that we all understand it's just a clown show of Instagram you know I mean I think people get wrapped up in that because you want to be the rapper you want to be the troller do you want to be the gangster and now look you snitch so I think that's what the big deal well hang on a second respect are you african-american West Indian has manically you sir oh I consider myself african-american I was born in America my parents are African okay okay all right so now it's not that we go so far back - Takashi because Internet tonight I'm focusing on a Snoop with them do you think that there was a level of insensitivity on the part of Takashi because everybody else was black you know Adi he's fuckin black guys they should be grateful I got them some fucking money and you know I don't give a shit about them because in reality they're just fucking black guys and I'm gonna tell on them hang on hang on whereas if and I don't know if we've actually discussed this yet if they were Mexican would would Takashi have been so eager to snitch if the Trailway team were Mexican do you think Takashi would be stitching well don't do it don't do it black man don't do it that ratchet nasty you know that ratchet nasty baby mama biz and I don't mean no I don't wish no violence upon her back but if those boys tray way were Mexican she would have had never even made it to Vlad TV I'll give you the last word sex well no III agree with you I think I personally think from what I hear it also I don't know if you guys reported that but he was actually played the audio of a lot of this stuff that you know was being said so I think just that animosity overall like that I was gonna super violate me yeah I'll just do is I've been with at the end of the day yeah he's been getting extorted and stuff like that even a thing with hard it was just it was just wild crazy how they just ran down on him like he just seemed like a whole bitch and there's just like you were just a pitchman situation but that's all I got Thank You Man thank you hang on a second Ronnie hold on I forgot to read a super chat folks if you spend the scroll of goddamn it I slowed down the show hold on oh shit who is this mr. flowers star our trainees still attacking you in your eye gdm I don't know if they're attacking me but yeah I assume everybody who hits me via Instagram in my DMS I assume that they are a chick with the tool so I always address them as yes sir hey homie or hey my nigga never do I approach anyone even if it's a picture of a cute female you know saying hey baby sexy no because people play games with the fucking screenshots and you know Photoshop but thank you for your superjet mr. flowers so I have to get to you okay I'm sorry and sugar G says here is some more of my lottery and a cognac money this is the social media era everyone is a snitch okay thank you okay I read this one from a personal observation all right hold on a second I'm coming back to cash that bear with me guys area code four one five it's just four one five good evening are you there four and five where's poppy starting oh man they're calling out to Bay hey what's up man hey yo what's going on boss sitting here talking man when it comes to you know when it comes to all this finish it at the end of the day man like I been thinking about this line more and more since jay-z said it but it's the truth you know they killed X but let simmerman live the streets is dead like at the end of the day man the streets it's like what what are the streets minute always top but this moral polish but like at the end of the day like if the streets and the codes and the morals were all real then you know they would have never let somebody like Takashi in they would have never allowed snoop to continue that like throw up this blue flag like this shit is a joke man like I said a like and like I thought and like I started thinking about this even more in like you know hip hop's fascination with like Scarface and like you know all these like does movies where everybody ends up dead or snitching or in jail like sigh man you know it's a joke man it's a joke you know I'm saying like a dinner date like why not celebrate somebody like jay-z who got out lipstick made a billion dollars made real money to me that that's the hardest shit out there he's the hardest one out of the entire hip-hop culture make sense unless you go saying yeah yeah I mean like dinner day like all this shit we're talking about these all these dudes are clown the entire organization got caught up because they let some dude that made some songs and brought them a little money like you know though the streets are suppose if the street supposed to be what the streets are about they should be about a code of moral ethics values and like you know they they turned a blind eye to it because of money you know they they killed you know Natasha to ties what is whatever XXX Akashi on and like you know Zimmerman got yeah you know I'm saying like like this entire thing is a game roses joke it's fraudulent like I'm saying I don't know I think you would talk about extant asean not takashi right yeah yeah question yeah do you think so basically what you're saying is they're not really real because they allow someone introduced I hang on Nicki you let her answer the question that's the question Todd yes so you basically said that there they're not really incredible because they allowed someone without credibility and to their organization but then you give us the quote from jay-z about the streets being dead but he is someone who has allowed a known DEA informant and to his organization so that's a little bit of irony who Segan in what way what way was she allowed into his organization um she's like a very high-ranking member of the the rock nation she's a very high what did she do specifically what should you give us that name again money I didn't hear you what's your name Desiree Perez doesn't report I mean it's been following his career for all these years you would know who that is because she's very closely associated with him I'm asking you what does she do specifically you mean like when she gets to work in the morning I don't know what her day-to-day schedule tomorrow Ronnie chieng Ronnie you're smart woman you're saying that she's she's she's done what she's done what has she done she was a DEA informant this is all public information that you can look up yourself but I'm telling you that it is you snitch on Jay no she didn't but a snitch is a snitch or are you saying that they're a different level of absurd percent of different levels of smishing if somebody's okay well cooperating with the DEA is definitely probably up there cheering once again did she snitch on his organization I mean that's a straw man question no absolutely not okay she didn't snitch on his organization so how can you say that she he maybe she was snitching so that she could keep the heat away from that organization grasping at straws are we no I'm asking a question I'm asking too it sounds like you're making a justification for her having snitched all I'm saying is if she didn't finish on that organization is she snitched to take heat away from the situation maybe that's you know that's looked at as morals and codes to the streets well the fact that you're trying to come up with some explanation for something that you just found out about there's a lot about her I asked a question I asked a question I mean come on what would well I'm asking a question well hang on a second Nick are you up to speed on the paperwork that has been produced with regards to a Snoop Dogg and do you find snoop to his talking to the panel take any it ash I don't take half to be acceptable to be serious whatsoever I don't take this I don't take this industry I like as truthful or as anything whatsoever man everybody everybody's in it for themselves but you know if you if it's okay if you dismiss if dismissive of it I'm just asking you a question does it affect you in any way shape or form or do you care that you know I've never been I've never come on good I don't want to do you even care about the paperwork that I just came across with regards to snoop dogg what whether you dismiss it or not personally he's an entertainer he's an entertainer that's on the you that shows a Martha Stewart like what are we talking about right now like I'm saying like guy who's very influential with the babies misleading the babies that that's that's my position I'll give you a last word though Nick go ahead hmm woman I had no issue that's my last word with a little kid with the nappy hair man I rock a nappy 2001 Kobe afro fuck like you know let them live man what what we want her hair straightened on there so that we can you know I think it's more telling that people complain about her hair being that because then if her air was straitened everybody would say that like oh we're trying to have the Eurocentric standards on us fuck out of here man let the little kid live all the kids had to shut I'm with it Thank You Man be okay okay no man Nikola check-in all right a few more calls you hold on a second um King Jaffe Joff sends in a cash on star DMX beanie sigel to criminal rappers that never ratted okay were they in positions with where they could have ratted no beanie sigel what's your trial for murder I figured I jump in murder yeah just I don't study a whole this old shit it's like some of this stuff I just I've forgotten it I don't fucking watch these videos these interviews it's like a lot of horrible memories from the fucking past oh is this a Horatio good evening sister where do we get the download for the paperwork on snoop right here so you send in a cache yep and I send it to you duh few more calls Ronnie I'm gonna wrap this stuff I'm trying to go to Lake Lanier early in the morning area code 562 good evening are you there five six - Snoop Dogg yo what up for Miss niche you know maybe put up hey man first off you had a guy calling earlier that kind of said the same thing but I was thinking as well I know a lot of people in the beach that especially a lot of oh jeez that think the same way that they don't really respect him I remember you were talking about a guy where they made a video the guy you were talking about his name was philosophy philosophy Dean he's a he's an actual real gang member there on the beach and so a lot of people don't respect him but like to do this he got a lot of money you know snoopers been around he did his thing you know if he has official is some might lead you to believe it but you know he gets a lot of respect there he puts in a lot of work for the young guys so he does his thing out there it's no disrespect but I wanted to get to talk to you about a bead on there because a bee that do this that dude is nuts that dudes absolutely crazy you messed up to deal with the Patriots now you up out of there I know the other guys said that the Patriots aside beer they are not Siberia the Patriots only take you in if they can use you if they think you're talented enough to where you can be some type of some type of you know you can be productive with them that's when they'll keep you other than that they can you ask up out of there so they moved on from him and he going on and you gonna have to do whatever but his career is not over the dozen guys in NFL that have done yeah there's guys done where Donte Stallworth killed a man he was drunk high blue straight through a sapphire it killed a man that are great people that are still in the NFL you got Ray Lewis killed somebody and then going to win a Super Bowl Superboy yeah I'm telling you there's dudes that have done worse things that you know are still in the league so a B time is not over there he can I think even this year I think a team will probably claim him especially if this all gets cleared up but it's not next year if you couldn't clear to go he's gonna be on somebody's football field catching them footballs and talking all that nonsense they keep you talking alright I appreciate coal man thank you so much okay all right hang on a second why let me go to cash at wait a minute Darryl Darryl sends in a cash at that says Ronnie eats junior whoppers in the dark how about some type of joke I don't know about what is it I I don't know but it in general I don't eat whoppers I think they're disgusting I think he said junior whopper yeah it's the same non meat we don't know what that is a few more calls here it's go to area code seven one eight hey good evening 17 are you there pick it up pick it up seven eight seven eight okay moving slow scootch ad there let's go to every code four zero eight good evening for Zuri hello hello hey girl from before away hey John good evening how are you talking about Snoop Dogg former snitch yes no maybe yeah this is my take on snoop so I think this new you know he came up in the 90s okay his come up was like the gangster rap era so I think he was somebody that um he made his come up you know because when he was coming up the the gimmick of the day was like being a gangster right quoting quotes so I think he might have been somebody who was kind of peripherally involved sort of with the streets you know he grew up Long Beach or whatever he might have had some cousins or some family members who were involved and really about that life but he was probably just kind of more of a spectator and I think he probably he was one of those artists from back then who's just hooking him and with it and that was like his meal ticket that was has come up and so not just with him but a lot of people around his age those artists who came up from that era who are now like in their 40s and 50s they kind of you know they kind of still want to cultivate that that same image that that they had back then because that was like their uh like that was their bread and butter and then they feel like if they don't keep that image going of like oh I'm a gangster and you know the code of the streets and all that and snitching then did they feel like they might I don't know they might look they might lose some of that uh that credibility that they might have that they felt that they had from back then okay yeah I have no problem I have no problem with how he came up I'm just talking about now you know according to Wikipedia Snoop is 47 years of age he's too old to be clapping little niggas man like new kids into this but I'm sure he's got a son that's either close to close to Takashi's age or older if somebody were to say something about one of his kids on social media he'd call the fucking cops right you know right right exactly exactly yeah exactly no it's definitely some corny shit but I just think he's all nigga doing too much if you ask me Oh nigga do too much yeah I agree I agree I definitely agree thank you mate oh thank you yeah I think thank you for taking my call I'm going okay let's do one more call Ronnie area code seven six five good evening near the last call for the evening seven six five you know hey I'm gonna make this short and sweet I'm a punk ass honky from the state in the end I'm gonna make it short and sweet for you all right all right every celebrity's got the dirt just like everybody in the world got their own dirt all right so snitching there just won't happen it's going to happen anywhere you go okay all right do I agree with it no but for the right reasons maybe if it was someone's life you know snitching snitching to save someone's life or you know to credit someone's life or to save your own life we hood and then I'll back out a hundred percent but I'm more wanted to talk about agent in Antonio Brown is at all possible come on all right so look man even before all the head injuries do with cock you asshole not gonna lie damn bit of football well we'll go down to the legend of The Legend of a wide receiver damn good a football knows he's one of the top five best right now wide receivers would you the top my best right I mean yeah yeah I'd say top I'd say top ten okay I mean I'd give me I'd give him a solid six okay give him a solid 6 or 7 py Hilton was that way better we gonna go there I'm from Indiana those but along those lines he'll definitely find another team it's gonna take a while especially with his attitude and it progress I mean he's gonna find a team but it's probably gonna be the Jets hang on i.t he's gonna be something like the Jets you know some shit ball last team's gonna pick them up thinking that they're gonna you know make it come up and it ain't gonna be worth shit you know what I mean but I don't keep in loop with everything I just wanted to call and holler at you say what's up I'm a new new subscriber first phone call thank you have a good one thank you hey yo yeah all right all right hold on a second Ronnie let me um see if I have everything worked out here got a brand new system got the iMac finally working and I got your banner coming up next Ronnie thank you for your time tonight Ryan catch up tomorrow if you're available and uh anything you want to say imparting or what no it was a great discussion um you know with regards to snoop I did get his age he's 47 years of age I know I sent you a link about him and Selena Powell she had some receipts yeah I don't know you know why he wasn't smart enough like why would you be on a FaceTime with a girl who's known for outing celebrities but you know whatever so yeah I guess I will speak with you soon okay have a good night okay bye now all right boss - Claudia helping me out there tonight all right I'm getting some rest I'm trying to get up early and go to Lake Lanier here in the Atlanta area all right guys be safe let me see if I can get this new system working have a good night As found on Youtube Read the full article