#DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY SUCKA

[sanjidysphoria]

OBSESSED WITH THIS VERSE TBH. LIKE YEAH. I COULD DO IT LIKE A DUDE.

[schlock-luster-video]

Remembering cult cinema icon Jim Brown on the anniversary of his date of birth.

R.I.P. (1936 - 2023)

[little-wicked10]

Why Bunny?💞

Summary: The Boys find out why Butcher calls his girl bunny.

Warnings: Smut 18+, cursing, dirty talk, daddy kink (when is this not included?), subspace, marijuana use, other stuff I’m probably forgetting

Notes: I want Butcher to call me bunny😫 Inspired by this post!

“Bold Italics” - Kimiko’s sign language

//

“Get me anotha’ beer, would ya, bunny?” Butcher cheekily grinned.

She rolled her eyes as she slipped off his lap, squealing when he popped her ass as she stood up. Her glare reflected his playful and mischievous expression. “You’re sooooo lucky I like your dick so much,” she teased as she walked to the fridge.

“I think it’s a lil’ more than like, bunny. Can hardly get ya off it,” Butcher chuckled.

“You two know there are other people in the room, right?” Annie interrupted, bringing attention to the fact that the whole team was present, “Not everyone wants to be a part of you guys fucking.”

She walked back into the circle of people with a cold beer and a look of surprise, “Do I need to bring up what happened at the office last week?”

“What happened last week?” Frenchie asked eagerly.

“Tell us! Tell us!” Kimiko grinned as she signed enthusiastically.

“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Annie quickly interrupted.

Butcher chuckled as she sat back in his lap and popped the top of his beer, “Not w’at I ‘eard! Our young lova’s caused a bloody block wide outage that lasted the afternoon!”

Laughter erupted as Annie hid her face with a groan, and Hughie blushed. Was it from pride? Was it from embarrassment? It was a strong possibility it was a little of both. “That was you two?” MM cracked up, “That’s my boy, Hughie!” Annie tried to stand up and leave, but they all protested, laughing out apologies and begging her to stay and have fun. It was with the offer of passing around a bong that convinced her not to storm out on their teasing. Sitting on the floor between Butcher’s manspread knees with her back against the couch, she packed a bowl as they continued to talk.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Annie. We’ve all fucked in here,” she admitted before handing off the bong to the blonde.

“I haven’t!” MM snapped, “And if I find out one of you mothafuckas fucked on my desk, I’m fuckin’ quittin’.”

“It wasn’t on your desk, M,” Hughie admitted, sipping his beer, “It was Butcher’s.”

Butcher choked on his drink with laughter. “Annie!” she laughed hysterically, “I know that was your idea!”

Annie just shook her head with a blush as she took a hit, coughing slightly on the exhale. The weed was passed around as the conversation took a hard right into sexual exploitations and other fun things. She felt Butcher lovingly pet her head and play with her hair as he listened, delightful shivers running down her back at the sweet gesture. Absentmindedly, she wrapped an arm around his calf and played with the loose laces of his boots. Since a sudden lull in their business had popped up, little hang outs like this had become more common. A brief moment of peace and sanity before going back out into the chaos.

All eyes were on the couple on the couch as Butcher leaned over to shotgun smoke into his lady’s mouth. She sat up on her knees and leaned all the way back into his lap to press her lips to his. The group started booing and throwing bottle caps at them when they started making out. “Do you guys ever turn it off?” Hughie asks.

Sitting up, she exhaled with a smile, “There’s only one way to turn it off…and I don’t perform for an audience.”

Butcher chuckled, “Except that one time in front of ‘omelander.” He chuckled as she reached back and swatted at him for revealing their secret.

“You fucked in front of Homelander?!?” Hughie asked astonished.

“Bloody cock sucka’s a peepin’ Tom, so I had to give ‘im a show,” Butcher bragged.

“And he didn’t kill you?” MM asked.

“I’m just as shocked as you are,” she paused and took a hit, exhaling the smoke before proceeding, “Who knows how long he’s been spying on me like that.”

“Made sure that cunt knew betta’ than to come back,” Butcher smirked and pet her head, “Probably got a good wank out of it, didn’t he, bunny?”

“You know I’ve been meaning to ask you, Monsieur Charcutier, why do you call her bunny?” Frenchie asked, taking a rip, “What is the origin of this…endearing pet name?”

“Yeah, why does he call you bunny?” Annie asked.

Leaning her head back, she looked to Butcher for an answer. A small smirk played at her lips remembering the exact reason she was bestowed this nickname. “You lot want the dirty or clean version?” he asked as they broke eye contact to look back at their friends.

“Dirty version PLEASE,” Kimiko signed.

//

Walking into his apartment, the aroma of food filled his nose. There was a warm aura about the small space that gave off a homey, lived in feeling. Closing the front door, Butcher looked on the counter to see a plate of steaming food and an ice cold beer. A smirk played at his lips as he stepped up to the counter and noticed a little note tucked under the plate.

‘Eat up, daddy. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.’

“Ya naughty thing,” he chuckled to himself.

While the food looked delicious and the beer tempting, he’d rather skip to the dessert she had planned. He stepped away from the counter and stalked towards the closed bedroom door. Butcher couldn’t hear anything from the other side, but he saw her shadow dancing around from under the door. The temptation was too sweet. He could only imagine what awaited him on the other side as he grasped the handle and walked in, “Now w’at’s goin on in ‘ere?” Butcher stopped as she came into view.

She was slightly bent over at the waist checking herself out in the mirror over the dresser. When she turned to him, he swore he started drooling. Standing up straight to lean against the dresser, she let him drink in her appearance. She wore one of his favorite Hawaiian shirts. It stopped just below the tops of her thighs and was completely unbuttoned to show off the fact that she only had on another one of his favorites. A pair of black lacy panties, the ones he LOVED to push to the side and fuck her seven ways to Sunday when she wore them. The icing on the fucking cake was the fluffy white bunny ears on her head. That’s what really got his attention.

“You’re supposed to be eating your dinner,” she chastised.

Butcher couldn’t say anything, too busy admiring her little surprise. He ran a hand over his mouth in disbelief as he stepped closer, “Well, afta’ readin’ tha’ cheeky lil’ note of yours, me appetite wanted somethin’ sweet-a.”

“You always ruin your surprises!” she pouted, “I worked so hard on that dinner for you.”

Butcher chuckled darkly, eyeing the swell of her breasts peaking out from under the shirt, “Aww, pet, ‘m sorry. Imma right cunt ignorin’ all that hard work. W’at I do to deserve such a lovely treat from my special girl any how?”

She sauntered over to him with a sultry swish of her hips, “Just a fun lil’ idea I had when I saw these out shopping. Do you like’em, daddy?” Her eyes flicked up to the bunny ears then back to his.

He cocked his head to the side and leaned back a bit, admiring her more as his hands rested on her hips, “I fuckin’ love it. Ya gonna bounce on me cock, lil’ bunny? Wiggle an’ scrunch that cute nose when yer about to cum?”

She blushed madly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her barely clothed body against his, “You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“Tha’s the idea, innit, pet?” he leant forward and bit under her ear, “Now, let daddy enjoy ‘imself.”

Her fingers wove into his black hair as he attacked her neck. She stood up on her tip toes and exposed her neck more to him as his greedy hands grabbed at her ass and hips. A growl rumbled in his chest when she pulled his hair and whimpered. Butcher ran his hands up her body, over her chest before pushing off the shirt. Pulling away from her neck, his lust blown eyes stared at her breasts, “Loveliest pair’a tits I eva’ had the pleasure of puttin’ in me gob.”

His rough hands played with them, tweaking her nipples to peak before leaning down and wrapping his hot mouth around the peaks. Her sweet moans filled the bedroom as he sucked and nibbled. His grip shifted to grab her by the back of the thighs and pick her up, falling on the bed to pin her beneath him. Hips wiggled against the bulge in his jeans, and her hands frantically began to work on his shirt. Butcher smashed his lips to hers, propping himself up on his forearm and using his free hand to help get rid of his clothes.

Before too long, they were both naked, sans her bunny ears. She suddenly shoved Butcher to lay on his back, slipping down his body to nestle between his spread legs. His chuckle was dark and amused, “Always wanted a lil’ playmate.” She smirked as he threw his hands behind his head and relaxed. Deciding to give him exactly what he wanted, she slowly took him in her mouth. No teasing, just straight to sucking the man’s soul out.

“Oh f-fuckin’ hell, bunny!” he gasped.

She moaned around him at the new pet name.

Through her lashes, she watched as his biceps and abdomen flexed with every pleasurable pass of her mouth. One of his hands was suddenly threaded into her hair, careful to not mess up her cute bunny ears. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up into her mouth. A feral moan left his chest when he felt her begin to fondle his balls. A shudder ran through him, “Sh-Shit!���

She would’ve smirked if her mouth wasn’t stretched around his girth. Taking a deep breath, she let him slip down her throat until her nose touched his pelvis. Butcher gasped and tightened his hold, “Fuck!” She focused on breathing through her nose as her throat constricted around his cock. After a few moments, she began a slow, agonizing drag off, stopping to suck on his leaking tip. A shudder rolled through his whole body, hips nearly coming off the mattress. She released him with an obscenely wet pop. Butcher’s eyes were completely black with lust as he watched a line of drool connect his tip to her swollen lips.

“Tha’s a diabolical mouth, darl’,” his gravelly voice made her thighs clench, “Get up ‘ere and give us a kiss.”

As she crawled up his naked body, she trailed kisses and little love bites up his abdomen and chest. She showered his strong neck and jaw with affection as his hands roamed her body. Butcher’s patience was wearing thin, so he flipped her underneath him, melding their lips together. “I’ll have to wear these ears more often,” she giggled. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he made a home between her legs, wrapping them around his waist before notching his tip to her slick entrance.

“I love a slut that gets all hot’n botha’d from noshin’ on me cock,” he barely moved his hips forward.

She moaned and whined, pushing her hips closer, “Only your cock, daddy.”

Without warning, he pushed himself inside her, their hips flush in one thrust. She gasped as he growled at the feeling of finally being inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him access to hers. She whined when his teeth latched on her to clavicle and hips began to thrust. A symphony of grunts and groans reverberated in her ear with every delicious drag of his hard length against her velvety walls.

His thrusts picked up in force, hitting deeper and slamming into that spongey spot he loved to abuse. Every time he bottomed out, she whined, digging her nails into his scalp and neck. “Tha’s a good girl. Ya just let daddy do whateva’ he wants, don’t ya?” he taunted in her ear. She nodded. His dark chuckle only turned her on more. Her body sparked with such pleasure and heat it made her brain foggy, drunk on lust, drunk on him.

“B-Billy,” she repeated his name like a mantra.

“Oh, is my lil’ bunny gone all fuzzy?” Butcher teased, looking into her glazed over eyes, “She ‘as. No thoughts in that ‘ead of hers. Just daddy and his magic cock.”

Once again, he rolled them until she was straddling his lap, frantically rolling her hips without a second thought. She braced her hands against his chest and started bouncing. Butcher’s head fell back on the pillows as his eyes rolled back, hands aiding her every rise and fall. Every time he plunged back into her, her arousal gushed and coated their laps. He could practically feel it dripping down his balls.

The new position made him hit even deeper. The stretch and burn she felt only fueled her need for more. Butcher suddenly planted his feet and began meeting her bounce for bounce. The word “daddy” and his name tumbled from her mouth in whiny praises. Neither knew what she was trying to tell him, but it didn’t matter. One of Butcher’s hands left her hip to play with her clit, “Been neglectin’ ‘er, ‘aven’ I? Let’s fix that.”

The second his rough thumb began to circle her clit, her hips began to roll, desperately chasing her high. He fucked her with abandon feeling her walls flutter and seeing her nose begin to scrunch up. “C’mon, baby. That pretty cunt gonna squirt?” She whimpered and nodded. His thumb circled faster as her hips began to falter. “Keep goin’, bunny. You’re so close,” Butcher encouraged. That’s all she needed before her cunt trapped him in a vice-like grip and came. She screamed and whined as her vision went white. Her whole body involuntarily shivered as the waves crashed over her.

The feeling of her soaking him and the bed sent him over the edge, reaching his end with a deep roar. Panting, she collapsed on his chest as he rut his hips against hers, riding out there highs until their limbs were too weak to move. Butcher’s fingers skimmed along her spine as he whispered sweet nothings to her, basking in the fading fluttering of her cunt.

After a few moments, she threw the bunny ears off with a weak laugh. She hissed as he pulled out of her and helped her lay beside him. They sat in comfortable silence catching their breaths.

“Fink I’ll take that dinna’ now,” he suddenly said.

She giggled, “Well, since you did give me that amazing ride, I guess I can heat it up for you.”

“Cheeky bunny,” he smacked her ass.

She took a moment to focus on keeping her legs from trembling as she went to stand up off the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed Butcher’s shirt and threw it on, heading into the kitchen to warm up his food. She cracked open a fresh beer before taking the now warm plate from the microwave and moving into the bedroom. She looked at her man laid out on the bed.

“Seriously?” she giggled in the doorway.

He’d reclined against the headboard with a cigarette between his lips and the white bunny ears on his head, “W’at?”

[hypernova-writes]

May I request some dirty talk with Engie? Yaknow that sweet southern drawl go crazyyy

YESS YOU MAYYYYYYY. Listen, as a southern gal myself, I am a SUCKA for a good southern accent, like I mean like talk ya pants off type of drawl. ya know what I mean? (imma shut up now lmao-)

Dirty Talk with Engineer!

Engineer knows just what to get your heated whenever the two of you are alone. He knows just how affected you are by his voice. He knows that little movement you do, how your legs start to squeeze when he gets closer to you.

"Aww..Suga'..you know how I get when yer dressed in that cute little get up.." Engineer mumbles as he walks over to you. You were getting ready for bed when he walked into your room.

You chuckle as you stand up from your bed, only for him to push you back down gently.

"You had a good day baby?..Nobody gave my suga' any problems did they?.."

You shake your head no and he smiles at that. "Good good..don't need none of this knuckleheads messin' with my babygirl.."

"Delll.." You whined and he chuckles as he leaned towards your ear. He trapped you between him and the bed with that same smirk that meant: 'I want you.'

"What?..I can't appreciate my darlin'..how much I want to sink in that tight cunt of yours.." He spreads your legs, pulling you closer against his body. "You know how much I love those sweet little sounds you make when you're under me.."

He leans into the crook of your neck and presses a kiss to your neck as he listened to the pretty whines that were leaving your mouth.

"You sound so fuckin' good darlin'..sound good enough to drve a man wild.." He growled into your ear as his hands moved down to pull your panties off of you.

"Mhm..now be a good girl for me..and scream as loud as you can suga'.."

Hope you enjoy! Sorry it was so short! I am trying to get back into writing consistently again after being gone for such a while!

[babylon-crashing]

Q: What were your "gateway drugs" when it comes to music?

I'm going to define "gateway drugs" as ten pivotal LPs that opened me up to genres and sounds that I'd never experienced before. I didn't go out of my way to find them but each one changed my tiny little world for the better.

Freddie Redd ~ The Connection. I'd heard of Hard Bop before, vaguely. I had an aunt who loved John Coltrane, but that was as far as my education had taken me. It sounded to my heathen ear like random sax squawking. Then, in Istanbul, in a used record shop, I discovered this and suddenly it all made sense. It was my Rosetta Stone of Jazz, as it were.

Salt n Pepa ~ Blitz of Hits. This is one of my "music that saved my life in Peace Corps" discoveries. I'd seen Push It on MTV, sure, but one day in a little kiosk in Yerevan that was selling bootleg records from Russia I took this home on a lark and boom! "'Cause this is the year all men fear/ Female MCs is movin' up here." Amen.

Herbert von Karajan's Beethoven 9th Symphony. The Glorious 9th. For a long time Classical music = Boring ass harpsichords as found on NPR. The stuff they play in second-rate elevators. Music for people who hate music. The 9th wasn't even from this world, it was a crack-cocaine explosion that melted my brain. I didn't know how to respond to it, it was that alien and new (this coming from a song written in 1824). It was like what Belloq said in Raiders of the Lost Ark, "a radio for speaking to god."

The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem ~ Hearty and Hellish! Folk music was what my parents raised me on. Around the time my friends were moonwalking to Thriller I was singing along to songs about the glories of whiskey and aren't the British all colonizing wankers? Peter, Paul and Mary, the Kingston Trio and the Limeliters were also on heavy rotation when my mom was feeling like cutting loose.

The Laurel Love Collection. Another "music that saved my life in Peace Corps" discovery. Without Laurel Love there would be no Indigo Girls, no Tracey Chapman, no Phranc.

Run DMC ~ King of Rock. I was in middle school when this came out. Hip Hop had yet to reach mid-Michigan. NYC was a mysterious world where Andy Warhol lived, far, far away. But suddenly there was this new language that no one I knew had even heard of, with cryptic terms like "B-Boy" and "Sucka MC" and wee little Z was hooked.

The Shining Soundtrack. Like the 9th Symphony I was flabbergasted (yes, that is exactly the right word, so much flabber to gast) the first time I heard these sounds. Wendy Carlos, Penderecki, Béla Bartók. They terrified me in the way that all good horror terrifies: you want to avert your gaze but you just can't. Something otherworldly is now in your life and you keep going back despite knowing that it's going to give you nightmares.

Cyndi Lauper ~ She's So Unusual. I'm a child of the 80s. While my friends were into The Smiths and The Cure and Bauhaus, I was head-over-heels in love with Ms Lauper; my "gateway drug" into early 80s Pop. I have no regrets.

Ida Cox ~ Wild Women Don't Have the Blues. Even as a kid Billie Holiday made me cringe. All those songs about how she'd rather her man beat the crap out her than have him leave. Her version of the Blues was just depressing. Then I found this LP, reissued by Rosetta Records and everything changed. Recorded with The Coleman Hawkins Quintet when she was in her 70s, Ida Cox's Blues, all low down dirty and raunchy, is really the only Blues for me. "I'm a big fat mama/ Got the meat shakin' on my bones/ And every time I shake it/ Some skinny gal loses her home."

David Bowie ~ Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Last but not least, like the Rocky Horror Picture Show, everything about Glam rock spoke to me: the camp, the spectacle, the androgynous bisexual vibes; and unlike the Heavy Metal my friends listened to, no toxic misogyny, no homophobia, no crappy guitar solos. I don't think I ask a lot from my music ... just blow my mind without being an asshole about it. Heavy Metal, at least way back when, was nothing but assholes.

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SUCKA 4 LUV 💋

Chapter Four ;

MDNI 18+

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Bunnies pov

"Mico turn off your fucking alarm before I slam your phone on the floor." I kick him after being woken up from my sleep. He still didn't move. I turn around in my bed and find his phone from under the pillow and hold the little shit by his ear.

He muffles some words before pulling the covers over his face. "Get up and turn this shit off." I pull the covers away.

He reaches for his phone, eyes still closed and somehow turns it off before throwing it himself.

"Ow, what the fuck." Armin groans. We both sit up and look with wide eyes. "Sorry." Mico chuckles tiredly, "I actually forgot you guys were still here."

"Me too." I say before lying back down and letting out a yawn.

"What kinda phone you got, that shit felt like a rock." He glares at us. "I'm sorry Armin, don't be mad." Mico pouted getting up sluggishly, rolling over me. "Honey where's the pain killers?" He asked.

"Stop calling me that." I pull the covers over me, "it's in the bathroom cabinet." I heard the bathroom door open and close.

"Who gave me this pillow? I don't even know when I knocked out." Armin asked stretching before laying back down. "I did when I woke up.... oh also Eren said he'll be back later. I didn't question it." I told him remembering last night.

"Huh? When he'd leave." Armin asked lying back down and covering himself with my blanket. "I didn't look at the time."

I moved the cover from my face, "can you hand me my rolling tray it's in the drawer of my coffee table and one of Connie's blunts?" I asked him. Armin side eyed me before getting it and handing it to me.

"Wanna smoke?" I asked him before he walked off.

"Sure." He said and I scooted over on my bed, patting the space next to me, proceeding to roll up. Mico emerges from the bathroom stepping over Connie and Sasha who's sprawled out on the floor and grabs a red cup. "I'm pretty sure that has liquor in it." I say as I glance up.

"I'm pretty sure I don't care." He replies throwing his head back to swallow the pain killers and drinks the liquid in the cup. He cringes and gags almost, "There's not even a chaser in that bitch, it's just straight liquor."

"Next time use water dummy." I told him rolling my eyes. "There is none, you need to go get some groceries." He scoffs.

"When everyone wakes up, I'm making you guys clean my room. It smells like pizza wings alcohol weed sweat and sex."

"Who had sex?" Armin asked. "I don't know I was just saying stuff." I said as I finish tucking the blunt in.

After I slick and secure it, I light the blunt and watch as Mico pours himself another shot with the last bit of soda left. He takes the cup to my drawer and finds a pair of his sweats and puts them on over his shorts. "Where's my hoodie." He looks at me, drinking the shot.

"It's probably in the hamper but it's not dirty, I just put it there." I tell him handing Armin the blunt after taking a few hits. Mico sets the cup down and goes digging through my hamper for his hoodie. When he finds it he puts it on and comes to sit next to Armin to smoke.

"What class you have?" Armin asked him passing Mico the blunt after he takes his hits. "Music theory and I need to check my robot but that's later."

"If it's cool with you, I'd like to see it too, you said you don't need help, but I'd like to offer it or even just look at what you got so far." Armin replies.

Mico hits the blunt a few times and passes it to me, "I don't see why not, you got insta?"

"Yea."

"Add me too." I said pulling out my phone.

New follower: @/armin.arlert

"I'll text you when I'm heading to the robotics class but it'll be later on." Mico says getting up from the bed, "I gotta go, see you guys later." He pulls his head up and snatches my AirPods from my dresser. "Uhm hello?" I questioned raising a brow.

Mico ignores me as he puts on his slides that he left in my room from last time and walks out the door. "He just robbed me." I looked at Armin who's laughing.

"I'm serious. He just said fuck me and left. I use those all the time."

"You guys see each other all the time, he'll give it back." Armin hits the blunt after I pass it to him.

"He better or he has another thing coming for him." I mutter rolling my eyes.

*****

"Wanna smoke?" I wake up to a voice and open my eyes to see a big ass forehead in my face- Connie's big ass forehead. "Man get out my face..... yes, I wanna smoke." I push his head away.

I guess Armin and I ended up falling asleep again after smoking the blunt in the morning. I checked my phone is it was about to be 5pm. He was still asleep on my bed but facing the other way. Sasha was up eating the leftover pizza; Annie was sitting next to Sasha and Mikasa was still laying down. I assume Jean is in the bathroom because the light is on.

"Where's Mico?" Sasha asked once she saw me sit up. "At school." I replied dryly, I'm still tired as fuck.

Someone knocks on my door and Connie, being the only one who's standing, goes to open it. Eren walks in taking off his shoes with 2 black plastic bags. He changed out of his wet clothes, now wearing black sweats with a white tee.

"What's in the bags?" Connie asked looking at it curiously. "Wraps, snacks, Gatorade." He says casually setting it down on the coffee table. His eyes scan the room and raises a brow when he sees Armin asleep next to me before chuckling softly and sitting on the couch next to Mikasa.

I lay back down pulling the covers over my head and check my phone.

honeybun🫤:

when u coming back :(

Daddy?:

im almost out this bitch ass class

why we had to take a pop quiz

im bringing a bottle

honeybun🫤:

everyone still here

dont, i need to recover

did you pass

Daddy?:

yes but at what cost

okay fine, tell them to go home

honeybun🫤:

good job pet

now be a good boy and buy me some ice cream otw back

Daddy?:

ill buy it but ima eat that shit while im walking

whore, stop trying to seduce me

gtg see you soon

"Here Bunnie," I hear Connie say. I move the covers off my face and see him handing me the blunt. "Thanks," I say grabbing it and taking a few hits before going on my phone to connect to my speaker. "Any song suggestions?" I ask seeing if I see a song I want to hear myself.

"Play Buzzcut Season by Lorde." Sasha answers, climbing on my bed next to me. I nod finding the song and turning it up. I take another hit and pass the blunt to her humming the song. "We should hit up Edge tonight," Mikasa suggested, "They have open mic until 10."

"Oh yea that'll be cool, Ill tell Reiner and them to see if they're down" Annie agrees laying her head on Mikasa's lap. "Oh shit, you should tell Mico to play too." Sasha nudges my arm, "Yea he'd be down," I respond, "I'll ask him when he gets back."

I get up out of bed and make my way toward my bathroom. I listen to them laughing and talking. It's still kinda weird that I barely met them a day ago, almost two because we practically slept the entire day. It's been mainly Mico and I for the longest, and even moving away from our hometown, we decide to just stick together. For the first couple years at the university, yea sure we hung out with people, mainly class related, but we never were fond of the idea of making friends. Especially after first year.

Gosh first year of college.... I haven't thought about that in so long. The way Mico and I would party at night, school during the day, it was like we were totally two different people. Not to mention, we barely passed. That's a lie, we passed. After a duo intervention, we decided to cut the bullshit and to toxic people and really get it together. Instead of partying at night, we would hit the gym or run when we got bored of studying.

Instead of all the crazy party drugs, we would smoke bud. Don't get me wrong, we still went out, but we had to cut that shit down. The next year we decided to take on more classes than required, and the way we both spent many nights crying because it was too much. Juggling work, school, and study time was a pain in the ass. We probably stopped talking to each other about 5000 times because of stress and sleep deprivation. I chuckle at the memory of Mico and I collectively walking to the main office to drop out, which ended in us just walking around for a cool hour and going back to my dorm to finish up. It worked out smoothly because this year we were able to take less classes.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands, also putting water on my face. The coolness of the water wakes me up. I wonder what I'm going to wear for tonight. This would also be a good idea to take my camera for my film class. I have a small project due at the end of the week to film something about music appreciation. I finally exit the bathroom and see everyone still chilling and talking. Jean offers me a gatorade as I walk by towards my bed, which i grab offering him a quick thanks. Sasha was sitting next to Connie, showing him something on her phone and Jean was talking to Eren, while Mikasa played in Eren's hair. Annie was still laying her head on Mikasa's lap. Armin is up but still laying on my bed, "Your phone was ringing."

"Huh?" I sat down on my bed and check my phone to see it was Mico calling but he left a text saying that he was going to go to his dorm, but he'll be on the way after.

honeybun🫤:

get some clothes for tonight, we are gonna go to Edge

Daddy?:

and when did i agree to this?

honeybun🫤:

you didn't, I did.... for us ofc

Daddy?:

kys

im jk

dont... without me at least

ill be there in 15

honeybun🫤:

kk and bring your bass, its open mic

"Mico said he's down, he's gonna be here soon. I still need to get ready, so we can just meet up later." I tell them while opening the gatorade. "Okay cool, text in group chat." Sasha says getting up from the couch. "Group chat? add us too." Annie sits up with a small pout. "I swear this group has a small case of fomo." Eren mutters earning a slap from Annie.

"Shut up emo boy."

His eyes widen with an amused smile, 'Me?"

"Yes you, Mr. Bring me to life." she snorts shaking her. "I sung it one time, and not to mention, you basically dragged me on stage to sing it with you." He rolls his eyes.

"I cant even lie, you put your heart and soul into that performance." Armin laughs from beside me. "Now I want to know what you guys are talking about." I raise a brow holding a smile myself. "It was probably a month or two ago at Edge, they were having karaoke night and we all went and got drunk, Annie and Eren went up to sing Bring me back to life," Jean laughed explaining it, "Eren sang the background, you know the 'SAVE MEEE' part and we were all so shocked because we didn't know he had it like that."

Armin nudged my arm showing me the recording on his phone. "Armin don't you dare." Eren warned the blonde, who only smirked at him and played the video. Eren got up and quickly made his way towards my bed and I quickly hid under my covers, laughing hard, trying to watch the video. "Oh my gosh this is gold." I laugh watching Annie and Eren singing on the stage, Annie dancing terribly, "Oh no not the Disney knees Annie." I giggled feeling Eren trying to pull at the covers I tucked under me.

That's when I hear it, Eren singing the background, his voice sounds so good. Maybe even better than mine.... not that I had the best voice either. The way he screams into the microphone, his words slurred but also so strong and clear. I feel my covers being yanked off of me and I try to move to the other side of my bed a hand grabs my ankle stopping me.

"Hand it over." Eren says pulling me towards him. I turn to look at him, "Never. You sing very well let me at least finish the vi-"

He snatched the phone away from me before I could finish the sentence. "Man." I sighed sitting up, Armin laughs taking his phone back. Before I can say something, someone knocks on my door. Probably Mico. Eren gives Armin back his phone and I get off my bed and go to open my dorm.

Mico was on the other side leaning against the wall, his bass in its cover on his back. "You know Eren has vocals." I told him with a smirk, turning to look at Eren, who rolls his eyes. "Really? That I have to see," He lets out a short laugh. "Anyways, when are we leaving to? I didn't bring my bass for nothing." He walks in my dorm, kicking off his shoes, and leaving his bass by my door.

"Oh yea, we were supposed to leave to get ready." Sasha says, "I added everyone to the chat during that whole.... whatever that was." She looks between me, Eren, and Armin smiling.

"What did I miss?" Mico asked sitting on my bed. The others started putting on their shoes, "Nothing crazy." Jean said. "Liar." Mico replies but shrugs it off.

"Alright we'll see you guys later tonight. Text when everyone is ready." I said opening my door, "And at least take the trash with you guys."

"Yes ma'am." Annie says grabbing on of the bags filled with trash. The others grab more bags and head out my room. I close my door and lean against the door, closing my eyes. "At last, some peace and quiet." I whisper to myself.

"Hurry up and get ready shorty."

My eyes fly open, and I sigh, I forgot Mico was here. "Why you look so disappointed?" He laughs throwing a pillow at me. "Make yourself useful and help clean my room while I get ready." I catch the pillow and throw it back at him.

"Whatever princess."

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Chapter 5:

[littlegreendeathmachine]

I love Apollo Justice SO much and he’s definitely one of my favorite characters of all time, but he has THE most chaotic backstory and none of it makes any sense at all and it drives me insane. I’ve spent way too much time trying to work my way through all the plot holes.

Why were his parents in Khura’in performing a private show for the queen? Did they know her personally? When and how did Apollo acquire his mom’s bracelet if he was literally an infant when they were separated? When Dhurke sent him to live in Japanafornia, who did he live with during that time? Who was raising him? Did he go to boarding school, and was that same boarding school where he met Clay? Why do none of the games address where he was at, what he was doing and who he was staying with from the time he left the Sahdmadhi family up until he became an adult and a lawyer, which would’ve been the largest chunk of his lifespan (from like age 10 to 23?!) We only know that he attended school and befriended Clay, they liked to hang out at the space museum, and he idolized Phoenix Wright and to an extent his foster father which most likely was his driving force behind becoming a defense attorney, if I remember correctly.

What was law school like for him? When, how and why did he meet Kristoph Gavin and begin working for him? What kind of a relationship did they have prior to the events of AA4? Did Phoenix set up that mentorship himself knowing he’d be able to use Apollo’s special abilities to his advantage, or did he not start digging into Apollo’s past until after he met him through Kristoph? Was this addressed and I just forgot? How did he not know about Klavier until he met him, or did he just know that his boss had a brother and nothing beyond that? Did he have any contact with Dhurke and Nahyuta at all after he left Khura’in and prior to everything that happened in SOJ?

This poor kid has been through hell and back like, 3 times, which is more times than the average person despite the initial narrative seeming to be that he was Just Some Guy— until the writers decided he was going to become the series’ proverbial punching bag and give him a triple whammy of tragic backstories? His life is literally so sad? Is anyone ever going to tell this sad sucka that his favorite musician is his mom and that his “found family” sister is his REAL sister? I hope he punches Nick in the nuts when he finally tells them?!?

El Pollo Loco is a precious egg of a person, and the world has done him so dirty, and the only solace we have is knowing that he, Athena and his sister are besties and his mentor kind of adopted them as a package deal? But now he’s halfway across the world from them trying to rebuild an entire country’s judicial system at the tender age of 24? SOMEONE SAVE HIM PLEASE!!!

I ❤️ Klapollo and I like to think they end up together and probably get married (would never happen in canon) but in the few crumbs of interactions they have in the games after AA4 they treat each other like they’re playful exes or something?!?

If they do another game for the mainline series, I’m torn between wanting the answers to some of these mysteries revealed, and wanting the writers to just stop talking about his backstory altogether because this short king needs a fucking BREAK.

Thanks for tuning in for my rant about Appletini Juicebox. I want to just hug him and tell him things are gonna get better. Making blorbos suffer is only fun when it’s in my imagination. The real thing hurts a little bit.

[atlasissogay]

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[starfxkrinc]

hii moony i’m just curious and wanted to know what would sam and barry’s top 4 movies be?

barry prob loves like gangster movies. but i say 4 brothers, scarface, new jack city, pain in full

sams are gonna shock the SHIT outta you

a boy named charlie brown, dirty harry, im gon git you sucka, jumanji

[milkbath69]

Heyy

I actually didn't see the lactate button. I'm pretty absent-minded and I clicked on a different button to message you (I'm on mobile). Though truthfully, I wouldn't have sent the ask had I seen it o.O

Anyways, that thing you said about listening to the Doors in a pitch black room sounds magical. Jim's voice hovering over you in a faint whisper as Ray's keyboard fills the room. Just completely immersing yourself in their world. Listening to the story of the song unfold. The song I'm imagining is Riders on the Storm, but maybe you were listening to the dirty version of Gloria, haha.

You're right, Jim does have a soothing voice. He can definitely alternate between soft and soothing and aggressive and intense. And it's nice to know that you approve of the songs I like. I've been blaring Gloria for the past two months and loudly singing along, much to the irritation of the people around me. But it's funny because they've heard it so many times that they start unconciously singing along, much to their horror and my delight.

I'm curious, what do you think of Jim himself? As a person, muscian, or however you perceive this question.

Going back to the Lost Boys, I know Michael is your favourite, but what about the vamps? Do you like any one boy in particular? Dwayne is my favourite, but truthfully that's soley due to fanon. The fans really built him up nicely through headcanons and stories. Just quiet and mysterious but secretly a little mischievous.

OH THANK GOD you didnt see that shit because i really enjoy your asks if some dumbass joke i made when i was like 12 prevented that i would be so upset oh my god. honestly i have no idea what 12 year old me was thinking setting it up to say that shit omfg.

anyways the songs i mainly listened to in the dark would be from the album america prayer. specifically feast of friends on repeat. i love that song smm the first time i heard it i had literal chills

the people around you have NO taste if they cant appreciate Gloria. its genuinely such a good song

mm tbh i really like jim i know he wasnt the best person with his drinking and drug use and how that would cause violent outbursts and various other stuff but him as a musician and poet? i love that.

my favorite vamp out of all of them would probably have to be dwayne too lmao ALSO for some pretty shallow reasons. i just thought he was the prettiest. it sucks he didnt have many voice lines besides "Michael" and "You missed sucka" because aside from David none of them really got much more than a line or two of dialogue. wouldve been nice to see more of their individual personalities rather than how they were as a group.

tbh i kind of REALLY hate headcanons and fanon especially when it comes to the lost boys. idk to me people always make them extremely out of character. but to each their own i guess.

some of my favorite dwayne images for your enjoyment :p

[marcusrobertobaq]

Just wtf is CyberLife doing making androids that can ignore the Android Act when under especial missions?

This smells like dirty work jobs. Every government got 'em dogs behind the curtains and now they gonna have thousand of these suckas in the motherfucking state department. A press of a button and CL can even remote control 'em.

[onebigerror]

@araneorum closed sevika & jinx & jamie

sevika was very clear. no holiday tree. in her mind there was nothing to celebrate. silco was dead, she was working on that shitty council, still living in squalor in zaun. festivities could have been nice but not in her mind. and besides, she'd be the one doing all the work. finding a tree, putting it up, decorating it with scrap and taking it all down. all that work for jamie, jinx and isha to simply stare at it for a few days. no presents to put beneath it. no coins to buy any. what was the point? no one else in zaun had anything to celebrate either.

the bitch fest had happened hours ago. long before sevika drank herself into oblivion on some cheap whiskey and passed out in her recliner to leave the purple haired and blue haired idiots to their own devices. along with the small child that was not an idiot.

hours passed and during this time jamie, jinx and a misguided isha were busy making their own christmas tree. out of sevika. they'd managed to find a tattered and dirty santa hat and a strand of half working christmas lights and were busy decorating their gruff girlfriend in the spirit of the holiday with their little child friend.

"she's gonna look fan-fucking-tastic! or really dumb." jinx giggled as she jumped around like the chasos demon she was. "she's also gonna be pissed but you snooze you loose! sucka!" strand after strand was wrapped around sevika by jamie and isha. jinx picked up the hat. "phew phew! where did you find this? it stinks?" isha threw her chubby arms up indicating that it was jamie that found that christmas treasure. "grrrrooos! maybe we should put a plastic bag on her hair first before putting it on?" or not. she had tried to deprive them of a holiday celebration.

sevika continued to snore away.

[lboogie1906]

Kimberly Nichole Wayans (October 16, 1961) is an actress. She is the sister of Keenen Ivory, Damon Sr., Marlon, Shawn, and Nadia Wayans. She is known for her numerous roles on In Living Color (1990–94), and Tonia Harris on In the House (1995–98). She is known as the noted family matriarch of The Wayans Family.

She appeared in I’m Gonna Git You Sucka and Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood (both directed by her brother Keenen) and had a starring role in the art film Talking About Sex and co-starred in Juwanna Mann as Latisha Jansen. She starred in A Low Down Dirty Shame.

Her other television work includes a recurring role in A Different World. She has worked as a story editor on My Wife and Kids. In 2008, she co-wrote a series of children’s books with her husband Kevin Knotts, entitled Amy Hodgepodge, about a multiracial girl adjusting to life in public school after years of homeschooling.

In December 2011, she got a chance to showcase her dramatic chops with a supporting role as a mother who struggles to understand her seventeen-year-old daughter in Pariah. She was nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the 2012 Black Reel Awards. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 18, 2010

Lyrics:

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

J-J-J-J Jessie J

Stomp, stomp I've arrived

Drop the beat, nasty face

Why you lookin' at me?

Flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'

Through the sky

In my spaceship

I'm an alien tonight

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka

You think I can't get hood like you

You motherfucker

I can do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

Do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

(Hey) We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

(Hey) We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar

Bong, bong, hey, pour me a beer

No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' money like a pimp

My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucker

You think I can't get hurt like you

You motherfucker

Do it like a brother

I can do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

(Hey) We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

(Hey) We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar

Boys, come, come say what you wanna

Boys, you, you need to lick my dollar

Boys, g-getting hot under the collar

Holler, holler, whoa

Boys, come, come say what you wanna

(Come over here)

Boys, you, you need to lick my dollar

(Haha, lick my dollar, dollar, yeah, okay)

Boys, g-getting hot under the collar

Holler, holler, whoa

(Break it down)

I can do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

Do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

We can do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

Do it like a brother

Do it like a dude

Grab my crotch

Wear my hat low like you

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

(Hey) We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem

We can do it like the man'dem

Sugar, sugar, sugar, yeah

Do it, do it like a dude (Okay)

Do it, do it low like you

Songwriter:

Do it, do it like a dude (Ha ha)

Do it, do it, do it like a dude

Jason Andrew Pebworth / George Astasio / Kyle James Abrahams / Jessica Cornish / Jonathan Christopher Shave / Peter Abrahams

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Jessie J

[hellsmayflower]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick ten songs that give you the urge, the drive or the creativity to write for your muse!

Queen of Peace. - Florence and the Machine. Suddenly I'm overcome. Dissolving like the setting sun. Like a boat into oblivion. 'Cause you're driving me away.

Now you have me on the run. The damage is already done. Come on, is this what you want? 'Cause you're driving me away.

2. No Tears Left To Cry. - Arianna Grande.

Right now, I'm in a state of mind. I wanna be in like all the time. Ain't got no tears left to cry. So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (Oh, yeah) I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up.

Oh, I just want you to come with me. We on another mentality. Ain't got no tears left to cry (To cry) So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (Oh, yeah) I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up.

3. Espresso. - Sabrina Carptenter.

I can't relate to desperation. My 'give a fucks' are on vacation. And I got this one boy. And he won't stop calling. When they act this way. I know I got 'em.

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya. Walked in and dream came trued it for ya. Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya. I know I Mountain Dew it for ya. That morning coffee, brewed it for ya. One touch and I brand newed it for ya.

4. When I was young. - Miley Cyrus.

Left my living fast somewhere in the past. 'Cause that's for chasing cars. Turns out open bars lead to broken hearts. And going way too far.

I know I used to be crazy. I know I used to be fun. You say I used to be wild. I say I used to be young.

You tell me time has done changed me. That's fine, I've had a good run. I know I used to be crazy. That's 'cause I used to be young.

5. Get Down. - Six Wives the Musical.

You, you said that I tricked ya. 'Cause I, I didn't look like my profile picture. Too, too bad I don't agree. So I'm gonna hang it up for everyone to see. And you can't stop me 'cause.

I'm the queen of the castle. Get down, you dirty rascal. Get down.

6. HomeWrecker. - Marina.

Every boyfriend is the one, until otherwise proven. The good are never easy, the easy never good. And love, it never happens like you think it really should. Deception and perfection are wonderful traits. One will breed love, the other, hate. You'll find me in the lonely hearts. Under 'I'm after a brand new start'.

And I don't belong to anyone.

They call me homewrecker, homewrecker. They call me homewrecker, homewrecker.

7. Do it like a Dude. - Jessie J.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka. You think I can't get hood like you. You motherfucker.

I can do it like a brother. Do it like a dude. Grab my crotch. Wear my hat low like you.

8. Escapism. - 070 Shake and Raye

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch. In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne. I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with. In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine. Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex. I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page. Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar. To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways.

9. BitterSweet. - Within Temptation.

If I tell you. Will you listen? Will you stay? Will you be here forever? Never go away?

Never thought things would change. Hold me tight. Please don't say again. That you have to go.

A bitter thought. I had it all. But I just let it go. Oh, this silence. It's so violent. Since your're gone.

10. Gods and Monsters. - Lana Del Rey.

In the land of Gods and Monsters. I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed. Shining like a fiery beacon.

You got that medicine I need. Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God, we don't get along. So now I sing.

No one's gonna take my soul away. I'm living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday. Motel sprees, sprees and I'm singing. "Fuck yeah, give it to me". "This is Heaven, what I truly want". It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.

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[propertyofseagate]

Luke Cage grew up in the ghetto not having much as a kid, which made the thug life appealing in his youth before he realized the error of his ways and changed his life. He exceeded in robbing folks, using his physically imposing physique and stature to bully, intimidate and execute violence to anyone that opposed himself or Diamondback. It was easy. What wasn't easy was always looking over his shoulder, living a life that hurt his family and his community. It was hard to live with. Cage realized the easy life wasn't for him, nor was it as satisfying as doing things legitimate and succeeding at it.

While Cage was no longer a gangbanger, he still inherited a very hostile and violent mentally towards those that stepped on his turf. Great pride did he take in the hideout he established with Black Canary over the years and no way in hell a bunch of second rate henchmen were gonna invade it without taking a beating.

"Girl you done tore their asses up," he laughed, slugging a thug face first into their couch, the force tipping over the sofa." Y'all suckas no y'all ain't welcome to our crib." Cage overpowered three at a time, violently tossing them like dirty laundry.

He smiles admiring Dinah... attributes while she's in action." Nah...I might be tonight but not before you baby." Luke teased back, stepping over the carcasses of the pathetic goons."We make a helluva team."

Continued

@brawlingbird