#substitute josh

[skinmousedarchive]

The Horrors in Glasgow by Marilena Vlachopoulou (@darkroom.memoir)

[juvederm]

idk how to explain this but i feel very boy when listening to certain artists or playing certain games. i feel very girl when listening to certain artists or playing certain games too. i don't really know what i Want to look like. but sometimes i think about living as a girl, and treating it like a costume, but i want my default to be boy

[futurewife]

would y'all be mad if i f/o a.drian from p.eacemaker. I think im committing to the bit and watching it. Is anyone going to be mad? I just want him so bad. there are guys that are so dream girl to me

[dyellogin]

Eltingville Club, but... Gen Z

A dumb idea I laugh at, so I draw it out. It's not big on being a "fan" like OG E.C., just annoying internet extremely online users I've encountered as a Gen Z who has been on the internet for more than a decade.

BILL DICKEY

Username : @discardedmrtyr // Bill

Favorite shit : (anime harem), politics, reading, doing reviews, internet drama, leaked content (porn, mostly), shooter games, pepe reaction images.

Occupation : Substitute teacher while in college

Blackpilled anime enthusiast and notorious troll, Bill spends his days spreading hate online while using pepe reaction images because he’s upset how soyjacks are tainted with normies. He’s a vocal critic of all things progressive. He frequently targets minorities, celebrities, and content creators. Bill finds joy in provoking outrage. He’s loves shooter games. He's a Belle Delphine supporter on Onlyfans even when she hasn't uploaded anything. At work as a substitute teacher, Bill abuses his position to indoctrinate impressionable high school students. Off work and college, he gets very active on forums like Lolcow and Kiwifarm. He actively feeds drama with his leaked/stalking finds. In his spare spare time, Bill enjoys reading fanfics and making movies and books reviews that he keeps to himself.

JOSH LEVY

Username : @IHrtSeal // @SealLover123 // Seally // J-Chan

Favorite shit : seals, art, fan content, lost media, roleplay, Harry Potter, Steven Universe, Homestuck.

Occupation : NEET

Autistic Deviantart kid, Josh is similar to Chris Chan, where he has a tendency to fall into rage baits. Josh spends a significant amount of time online since his early childhood. He’s active on Deviantart, Twitter, Tumblr, Discord, etc. Josh customizes his profiles that fit into his aesthetic. His texts are roleplay-like, dramatic, with excessive emojis+emoticons like ♥️♥️♥️(>_<!!!). Josh has a strong interest in fan-content, mainly fanart, often commissions fetish arts from various artists, he commissioned Shadman once. Josh is also prone to harassing others over OOC and selfships. He treats the internet like a safe place diary where he publicize his suicidal ideations and meltdowns. He shows unwarranted sexual behaviors towards strangers online. He is a fan-writer. He writes a lot for character wiki pages and has proship tags in his AO3 works.

PETE DINUNZIO

Username : @VmP175 // @vAMPiro // Ambrose // Leech

Favorite shit : analogue horror, gamemaker games, obscure horror games, illegal/banned medias, true crime reality

Occupation : Cashier and weed dealer

Degenerate loser, Pete accesses the dark web and those Telegram groups daily. He mainly seeks porn of anorexic girls or girls with self-harm scars (prefers it fresh). Self-proclaimed sex icon, Pete would larp as big bad hot alpha men, thirst post on TikTok, showing his muscular body while wearing classic hot men horror masks. He only replies to mentally ill girls.

Dirt poor, with a shitty laptop that can only play roblox and low-quality gamemaker games (always pirates it). Pete is a skilled coder, and he attempts to create games independently. Very huge relation, very socially active. Doxx people online. He uses a lot of AAVE (the white kid with the baggy clothes who's talking like he’s black). Pete has parasocial relationships with content creators. He will defend his favorite creators even after they’re outed as a horrible person. Groomed by a creator he looks up to when he was a kid but feigning ignorance. He does a lot of edgy jokes.

JERRY STOKES

Username : @lv8ryu // リュウ // ryuuuu!

Website : Voidspeech.net // anon

Favorite shit : art, music, memes, brainrot content, cute girls, cute things

Occupation : University student

Leads a double life, Jerry going through University as a rich nepo baby while maintaining his sona online. Jerry fakes an Asian identity. He pretends to be Japanese, using Google Translate. Jerry has an art account with a decent following, where he focuses on his passion, keeping things vanilla and drama-free. He hates seeing reposts of free palestine, blm, etc. Jerry shares his art on Twitter and Newground, usually just girls or softcore porn. Jerry runs a website called Voidspeech, where he posts NSFW political edgy weekly webcomic (and remains anonymous). Pete finds out Jerry is behind the website and manages to get in contact with him. Jerry would send memes and brainrot content in the group chat. He rarely ever talks on group voice calls. Instead, he uses his customized soundboards to show reactions or just quote one of his brainrot content. Jerry would make shitty music he laughs at and forces his friends (especially Pete) to listen via Discord voice call. would say “I get lesbians!”

Bonus (concept design)

I didn't really like Pete's design, so I redesigned his outfit.

[liberalsarecool]

Here's Trump's next target — according to the tyrant's playbook | by Robert Reich

Trump is following Putin’s, Xi’s, and Orban’s playbook. First, take over military and intelligence operations by purging career officers and substituting ones personally loyal to you.

Next, subdue the courts by ignoring or threatening to ignore court rulings you disagree with.

Intimidate legislators by warning that if they don’t bend to your wishes, you’ll run loyalists against them. (Make sure they also worry about what your violent supporters could do to them and their families.)

Then focus on independent sources of information: the media and the universities. Sue media that publish critical stories and block their access to news conferences and interviews.

Then go after the universities.

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Last week, Trump threatened in a social media post to punish any university that permits “illegal” protests. On Friday he cancelled hundreds of millions in grants and contracts with Columbia University.

This is an extension of Republican tactics before Trump’s second term. Prior to Trump appointing her ambassador to the United Nations, former Representative Elise Stefanik (Harvard class of 2006) browbeat presidents of elite universities over their responses to student protests against Israel’s bombardment of Gaza, leading to several presidents being fired.

Senator Josh Hawley (Stanford class of 2002 and Yale Law class of 2006) called the student demonstrations signs of “moral rot” at the universities.

But antisemitism was just a pretext.

JD Vance (Yale Law 2013) has termed university professors “the enemy” and suggested using Victor Orban’s method for ending “left-wing domination of universities.”

I think his way has to be the model for us: not to eliminate universities, but to give them a choice between survival or taking a much less biased approach to teaching. [The government should be] aggressively reforming institutions … in a way to where they’re much more open to conservative ideas.”

Trump is also targeting diversity, equity, and inclusion programs on university campuses.

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But of all Trump’s and Republicans’ moves against higher education, the most destructive is the cancelation of research grants and contracts. The destruction is hardly confined to Columbia and other suspected left-wing bastions.

Research universities depend on funding from the National Science Foundation and the National Institutes of Health.

Trump reportedly aims to slash the budget of the National Science Foundation by up to two-thirds. And he’s instructed the National Institutes of Health to no longer honor negotiated rates for “indirect costs” on grants that it administers — money that universities use for laboratory space and research equipment.

In defiance of court orders, Trump has largely maintained a freeze on NIH funding.

As a result, many of America’s great research universities have stopped hiring and are cutting Ph.D. programs — in some cases rescinding offers to accepted students.

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Trump’s moves are consistent with the tyrant’s playbook, but they’re also jeopardizing America’s national security and competitiveness.

Trump speaks of putting America First, but his attack on the nation’s great research universities is ensuring that the U.S. comes in second — to China.

Although America has long been the global leader in scientific output, China is now surging ahead. Even before Trump’s cuts in research funding, China was projected to match U.S. research spending within five years.

China has already surpassed the U.S. as the top producer of highly cited papers and international patent applications. It now awards more science and engineering Ph.D.s than the U.S.

Tyrants close universities. Fascists burn books. Trump is destroying America’s most important asset — its innovative mind.

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Robert Reich is a professor of public policy at Berkeley and former secretary of labor. His writings can be found at https://robertreich.substack.com/.

[notashadowbutawave]

finally talked my wife into watching 8x06 "confessions" with me and WOW there's quite a lot going on in this breakup scene in buck's apartment (and the infamous glee scene for that matter) that I haven't seen discussed much on this website (though maybe I'm just not finding it?) like this show is always yelling the themes in your face but...

first of all I think it's somewhat intentional that Buck is being written as kind of regressing. So far in the show, he's gotten his confidence in romantic relationships by fulfilling the role with the person that he thinks he should fulfill. with Abby, Buck had just learned about serious adult romantic relationships and how they work and was trying to Be A Partner in a complete speed run. But he learned that no amount of devotion is a substitute for functionality. with Taylor, he was trying to Be A Functional Partner - and he learned that being a partner Has To involve trust, and that trust comes from somewhere else other than just our actions - it has to come from our hearts.

Tommy is the first person he's ever dated where he doesn't know what the next steps are and that's because this isn't something he has a blueprint for - being a Partner and a Functional Partner for somebody who sees right through him and sees exactly what he's trying to do, to make Tommy never leave. Abby was completely clueless (sorry I really dislike Abby) and Taylor didn't realize that an adult man could behave so badly without utter malice in his heart. Both of them kind of make the mistake of being vulnerable to Buck's charms.

Tommy is of course vulnerable to Buck's charms but Buck is more transparently himself with Tommy as well - and what Tommy sees, then, is a person who is deeply insecure and may be trending in the right direction but ultimately still thinks there's a lever he can pull to make Tommy stay and never leave him. He doesn't know that he's not done cooking yet because every new thing he learns about the world or others makes him feel brand fucking new.

So yes, the glee scene:

Josh was absolutely gagged that Tommy was Abby's ex fiance

Buck's first instinct is to see the situation from Abby's side and go into protective mode which is adorably loyal to be fair but also like ; get a grip

I actually love Josh's framing of "you care about this person and if you want a future in a queer relationship you need to learn that we don't all come to this the same way"

Did they need a cultural reference? No. Were they going to self referentially congratulate Ryan Murphy for inflicting it on the world? Yes.

And regarding the breakup itself:

What is wrong with this fandom's sense of humor that I haven't seen a gif of "I'm the himbo" ??? Like yes babe u sure are come here

Buck is really working so hard in this scene to make sure Tommy knows that he's serious. He's like... this freaked me out but I've decided I'm cool with it. She changed my life but not like you !!!

Like bless his heart, Buck thought he was really doing the right thing by telling Tommy about Abby BEFORE ASKING HIM TO MOVE IN WITH HIM. like MY CARDS ARE ON THE TABLE??? SEE??? LOVE ME FOREVER !! it's adorable and it's also cringe as fuck.

I think the real sin of the writing here is making Buck so completely clueless that this is the wrong move. Like he's kind of an idiot (Eddie Diaz's words not mine) but moving in with someone after dating them for six months in your 30s is WILD behavior and I don't think even Evan Buckley would fail to realize that this is a bit much in this moment.

But idk being in love makes one do stupid things? I did all of my messy bitch relationship shit before I turned 30 but I guess it is buck we are talking about

I completely understand why Tommy reacts the way he does in this scene and bless Lou Ferrigno Jr for acting it with such nuance, much more depth than the scene frankly deserves. What a heartbreaker. Like you see him tense up at Buck's request

"I'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you." such an insane thing to say to your boyfriend. Whoever approved this script was trying to take me out like with a gun.

You then see the absolute grief in Tommy's eyes like oh god this kid is killing me. He's so sweet. He's so cute. He doesn't get it. I love him. He doesn't get it.

As an aside, Eddie being stalked in the juice bar by the hot priest was absolutely incredible.

I didn't hate this episode but wow the writing does suck shit, however I fully believe it makes sense for them to break up here and get back together in the future ??? because Buck DOES have some shit to figure out. Like moving in with someone is a lot of fucking intimacy REALLY fast and baby boy sometimes you NEED to pump the brakes a little ESPECIALLY when you think someone might be THE ONE and you just figured out you like guys six months ago.

I get it and yeah the writing is tragic and the inclusion of Abby in general is just unhinged and unnecessary but like I don't hate the broad strokes here. how else does the blorbo learn if not by ritual torture by the writers. Lou is too good to not have back though. My god what a treasure.

end bucktommy endgame truther transmission

[controld3vil]

invisible strings

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic)

synopsis: requested/inspired by this ask!

⤷ alt: coincidences are strange. however, what's more strange was not knowing you were in previous works with your costars.

notes: this one is pretty short. reader is gender neutral. set in the same verse as popcorn bucket (♡´౪`♡)

Ding!

"Ah I don't think you guys are going to get this one," you puffed, eyes trailing down to the question on the Vanity Fair card. The cast and you were playing the Vanity Fair Game Show for a fun video. You all eventually filmed with one another at some time during production. Though your schedules were all over the place/locations, everyone got along with each other. That is to say, some like yourself had been in the first film and kept in contact for the sequel. "What was my first show audition?"

Mumbles in unison scurried. Some hums and thought-provoking nods were seen as you hurriedly scribbled down your answer in black ink.

"Oo Shake It Up!" Zendaya points out, eyes wide with her quick response.

Austin Butler who sat beside Florence Pugh raised his head, almost surprised. "Wait, really?" While the blonde actress knowingly glances back to you for confirmation. The rest of the cast was all too eager to know because clearly they had no idea.

"Yes, correct!" You raised your arms, doing jazz hands. In a burst of energy, the mixed actress scores a bright grin, raising her fist in the air in victory. Only for you to pump her fist back, smiling back.

"How were we supposed to know that?" Timothee Chalamet says, snickering accusatively at the camera as if they had an answer. His gaze moves towards you, "You never told us that!"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking half guilty. "You're lost, pal!"

"At least I got the point!" Zendaya puffs up her chest, swiping the invisible dust off her shoulders while Florence giggles. However Timothee looked almost offended even.

"Wait you were in Shake It Up?" Austin shakes his head in pure astonishment. You gave him a slow nod, as his expression grew wider, eyes staring at you in awe. "That's crazy! I didn't know that!"

"Was it a show?" Josh Brolin's comment seemingly pops in and all four of the younger cast including yourself snickered shortly. His cluelessness only substituted for better curiosity to you. As really, you never really told them about your previous works.

"It was a Disney show," Flipping the Vanity Fair card over, only to reveal your messy handwriting, you stated fondly. Timothee then hastily pointed at the small drawing you drew next to your answer. It breaks your concentration for a second as he only stares at it in confusion while Zendaya covers her mouth from giggling. "Like a sitcom really. And I played one of the background dancers." Even you couldn't stop yourself from giggling further, taking a look at your draw.

Truly it was one of those topics that are never mentioned around you. The only reason Zendaya had known was that you had told her once about it when discussing your dance careers. The both of you were young actors and did not expect to know each other back then and even now. Though it was a cute recollection to look back upon.

"Is that a stick figure waving his arms?" Florence cocks her head sideways, having a concentrated face.

"He's supposed to be dancing!" You plead, pointing at the way you drew his arms in the air.

"That is not dancing!" Timothee's smile only grew wider from laughing too much, having to lean forward to look at the little drawing closer. "He just looks- like he's discombobulated!"

"PFFTT!"

"I mean it's a cute drawing!"

"You know what- you don't appreciate my art," You gently placed the card on the floor, giving your costar the stink eye. "I thought this was a fun game, you guys! People are being bullied for no reason!"

"No- I'm not saying your drawings are bad!" The French actor stumbles, in beats of laughter, clenching his cards to his chest. You only swat his presence away before grabbing another question.

In another instance, Austin takes his turn. For a few rounds, he asked about his hobbies, such as what instruments he knew to play. It was quick flashed answers, one by one you managed to pass through flying colors.

"Guitar and piano," Austin bobs his head, as the rest of cast suddenly became enamored at his musical skills.

"Hey!"

"Alright!"

"But also violin," He says sheerly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh okay!" Florence drags out an amused hum, in a teasing manner.

"Is that true?" Timothee quirks his brow, having one leg over another, looking all composed.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go Disney Channel kids!" You chanted, with the mixed actress a seat away from you joined with as well. You both raised your hands in victory while Austin looked away and blushed.

"We got all the talent!"

At the CCXP Panel in Brazil, fans from all over came to attend to fantastic event. Hosted by Collider Interview, it was a massive event with an enormous stadium, fit for a band performance. There were arrays of lights, standing from the alleyways and above the ceiling. You felt extremely fortunate to have attended and made it to Brazil, for being such a joyful experience.

This time you alongside your young cast members and director, Denise Villeneuve, posed happily with all of you. The panel followed with many turns and twists, with questions coming from the crowd and host alike. One moment fans caught on was your reaction to something that Florence at said.

The Collider host mentioned Florence's history of working with Timothee on Little Women which made both of them cackle, reminiscing those dotting moments.

"Oh you know what," the British actress starts, holding her hand up. The audience was silenced, wondering what she going to mention next. She slowly turns in your direction and points. "I just remembered this, but you were in Midsommar yes?"

"Yes..." You mumbled, ending your answer on a high note, unsure really what she meant. Until it came flashing back to you, much prevalent to your shocked expression. "Oh yes yes!" And seemingly the rest of the cast and fans were roaring in surprise and in cheer.

Though you weren't present in most of the film's production, Florence had fond memories of Midsommar. You were one of the minor characters doomed to death in the first half. Both of your characters had a brief meeting together and that was all. However, it surprised you how Florence was able to recall it all. You had only filmed for a few days and vaguely met her casually.

"This is so weird but I don't know- I just kept forgetting to bring it up," She scrambles to find the right words, throwing gestures back and forth. "But for some reason, I just remembered you being there and then I was like- huh! We were in Midsommar together!"

"Right!" You lowered your tone, the weight on your heels slowly shifting to one side. As you licked your lips at the revelation. "I can't believe we just realized this now!" And you could discern the pure chaos the rest of your costars were feeling. Timothee was wheezing, desperately holding his mic for support. While Zendaya crossed her arms in a mixture of sarcasm and odd mischievousness. As if saying, Really? You guys never realized?! Austin on the other hand, solely was observing from the sidelines, with an amused smile. And all for Denny to be panned to the right with a funny disapproving look on his face.

"This is what I have to deal with," Your director somberly states and the crowd cries out in cackles.

"I don't think we were in anything together before."

No interview or video was being shot. Surprisingly it was lunchtime and a grace period for cast and production alike to go back to their trailers to rest. You did not want to go back to your own trailer so instead followed your costar to his. Knowing he had a better air conditioner and wanted to catch up on anything new you guys enjoyed talking about.

But more importantly, his air conditioner.

"Yeah, I don't think we did," Arms securely behind your head as you leaned back on the couch. You still were in full costume, in Fremen wear however it did not stop you from lounging around in every corner of the set sites. "Does Dune count?"

A light-hearted scoff escapes from Timothee, who is on his phone on the other side of the couch, in costume as well. The air conditioner was blasting heavily on all sides of the trailer yet you two did not mind the loud background noise. "No, it doesn't!"

"That's crazy right?" Lifting yourself up to look at him. His eyes don't leave his phone screen yet you know he is focused on your words. "I'm genuinely surprised we haven't played siblings,"

"We look nothing alike!" He shouts, finally lifting his gaze to your playful one. Suddenly you see his phone flash turned on as it faces you. "So, what do you think of Dune Part Two so far?"

You get up swiftly, stretching out of your tired limbs in the process. "Like a walk on the sand!"

"Aye!" He fist-bumps you as he turns the camera on him, face not covered in any gear. The audience can notice his messy locks and smudged face.

"Directors, sign us up to play something!" You waved before adjusting to put on your mask. The camera swerves to find you clipping on the clasps. A couple clicks can be heard as you move the gear up and down from your face. "Literally anything! I could play his serial killer and I would be happy."

"What-" Timothee almost choked on air, prominent to how shaky the camera view became. Though he quickly recovered, "Why do you always want to kill me in these scenarios?"

"Because it's much more fun!" You whine, shoulders deflating, as you can feel him zooming in on your expression.

[windvexer]

Brief notes on the witch's bottle

The creation of a scapegoat for protection in witchcraft is an act of sympathetic magic. You create something which is magically identified as you, and unwanted things which seek you out will be distracted/confused/mislead by the scapegoat and attach to it instead.

This is indeed the basis for the witch bottle of piss fame which we were joshing about just a post or two ago. The point of adding your urine to the witch's bottle (along with things like hair, blood, or nail trimmings) is that they are a correspondence for you, and something seeking you out will find the bottle instead.

Importantly, this bottle is kept outside of the home or wards, or at threshold points where an entering curse would necessarily encounter the bottle first (buried under the hearth or front door step). These days, one rarely buries a scapegoat under the literal front doorstep, but the same principle applies.

A witch bottle, or a scapegoat, is not a poppet which when acted upon sends the acts of magic back to you. It's actually a lot more like building a snowman around a fire hydrant, so that when the jackass in the truck swerves onto the sidewalk to knock over your snowman, this time he totals his truck and gets sued by the city.

A witch bottle in particular is an act of remarkably aggressive magic. Not only are your own bodily taglocks included, but often things like rusty nails, bent pins, and broken glass. This is to tear up and destroy magic (or other things) that enter the bottle.

Curiously, it's been said that if a spell is caught in the bottle, it will give the instigating witch horrid bladder pains, and if the bottle is thrown into the fire and explodes, the witch who cast the curse upon you will die following agonizing abdominal pain. We can surmise that a taglock gathered from the human body, instead of a plant or chemical based substitute, may have implications that spread far beyond 'this is tricks the spell into thinking the bottle is me.'

Creation and deployment of a witch bottle, or any scapegoat, can be an invaluable tool in dealing with aggressive targeted magic. Keep in mind its dual function and its vital placement:

It is likened enough to you that something seeking you out will at least explore it or enter into it trying to find you.

It contains harmful things to tear away at the magic that enters it.

It is placed in the world in such a way that incoming magic creeping into your home will find it first.

While the aggressive nature of such a working may seem unnecessary, consider if you think the following is likely:

While a bottle of wee and nails may throw a spell off your trail, we might guess that a sufficiently well cast spell or cunning practitioner is indeed able to target better than "them or what they left in the toilet." If a scapegoat does not perform an action to neutralize or trap the harmful magic, then do you think that magic is free to return to its hunt for you? Or, do you think the magic will find the first thing that could pass for you and just stop?

The answer the witch bottle provides is that the harmful magic, once lured, should be reduced to tatters, not left to resume its hunt.

[operationslipperypuppet]

noise boys scoreboard (for noise boys episodes only)

brennan - 4 (make some noise, round 4, hbo’s a game of rock paper scissors, two grizzled fishermen compare scar stories)

josh - 2 (the long awaited meeting between times new roman and comic sans, a cutscene in a video game that’s glitching out)

zac - 2 (noise boys, a takedown of billionaires rihanna, beyoncé, and oprah)

michael winslow - 1 (the substitute)

three-way tie - 1 (100,000 batmans)

[littlebluemoth]

based off of taylor swift’s song style

a/n → well i bet some people didn’t expect this story to be updated again, however here i am and here it is. this is chapter 4. what mostly inspired me to try and finish this series is the continuous love i have received through it. there were a lot of people who told me how much they enjoy it and who am i to deny them. however i know that it’s been a year since i’ve updated this so if you want off of the taglist because of disinterest, please let me know!!! same goes for wanting to be on the taglist, just lmk 🩵

summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

warnings → strong language, nsfw content

word count → 3.4k

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 4

“He’s fucking obsessed with you,” Sydney reasoned with you, listening to you finally debrief everything that had gone on between you and Joe over the last few weeks. “If you seriously start with all of this self-sabotage bullshit, I’m gonna kill you.”

Lena sat criss cross on the floor, silent and turning over the information you had given her carefully. Sydney was sitting on the couch beside you, knees pulled up to her chest as she spooned more ice cream into her mouth. It had been days since you slept over at Joe’s and besides a few text conversations and fleeting glances at the stadium, nothing more had happened between the two of you.

“She’s right,” Lena finally chimed in, her mass of curls held up in a claw clip she’d stolen from you during freshman year. “He’s obsessed.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned over dramatically and buried your face into the throw pillow on your couch and screamed into it. If he was so obsessed, why hadn’t he called? Maybe because you completely overreacted after seeing one text on his phone like a psycho bitch, you thought to yourself begrudgingly. He probably thought you were crazy and territorial over guys you weren’t even with.

“I think I ruined it when I left the bar,” you sighed, considering screaming into the pillow again like a child.

“Oh my god, shut up. Men are so simple and literally do not care about stuff like that, I’m telling you. If he told you he let it go, he let it go. There’s no reason to overthink it,” Sydney assured you with a half-full mouth of chocolate ice cream. “Do you remember when I was fucking with Josh sophomore year and found out he was still hooking up with that one girl on the lacrosse team? Lily or whatever the fuck her name was–whatever, not the point–but do you remember when I deadass asked the front desk of our dorm building for a pair of scissors and walked a mile to where his car was parked and slashed three of his tires. Yeah, well he still hits me up. Men do not give a fuck.”

Lena had begun clutching her stomach in fits of laughter, rolling onto her back and shaking her head with tears prickling the corners of her eyes. You clapped a hand over your mouth, kicking Sydney and recalling how feral the three of you had been during your freshman and sophomore year. Moments like these made you wish the three of you were already living together again, as you had the prior three years. Well, Sydney shared a suite with you and Lena sophomore year and the three of you got an apartment junior year. After you told your parents that you planned to stay in Cincinnati after graduation, they knew you would need a place and gave you your graduation present early–a down payment on an apartment and your first month's rent. 

Cheering with the Bengals and substitute teaching on the side allowed you to save a little, but most of your money went towards bills. Lena and Sydney were planning to move in and split the cost three ways as soon as your prior lease was up. They had agreed to take on your portion of rent when you moved out of your previous apartment two months ago, knowing they wouldn’t have to put any money away for the down payment when they did move in with you. They still had about three weeks left until the lease was up, but you had all spent weeks packing up the other apartment slowly but surely. There were enough rooms for each of you to get your own, one was just significantly smaller than the other two. Lena had volunteered to take the space immediately, claiming she didn’t mind the lack of closet space or squeaky door.

Lena never had it in her to mind anything like that, she always just brushed it off and said it didn’t bother her one bit. She told you she was just excited to live with her two sisters, making you cry on the spot and tell her how much you appreciated her. Sydney would have taken the small room, she just wouldn’t have been happy about it and somehow both you and Lena knew she would find closet space one way or another. 

“I can’t wait for Joe Burrow to be sitting in my kitchen,” said Lena, letting Sydney spoon ice cream into her mouth now. “Or what about when you guys are fucking–”

“Lena!” You took the pillow you had been yelling into and pressed it into your flaming cheeks.

“Okay wait, answer honestly and don’t be modest. How big?” she swallowed, clasping her hands together in front of her, ready to inch them apart. “Tell me when to stop.”

“You’re both insufferable!” 

Lena, however, only continued to move her hands apart from each other with wide eyes when you still hadn’t said to stop. She hit the solid length, you nearly wheezed the word out with tears freely streaming down your face as all three of you clutched your abdomens in hysterics and girlish giggles.

“Do you need a third or what?” Sydney joked, already having pulled Joe’s Instagram up to stalk for the millionth time.

“Obviously,” you gave her a playful once over and winked, sending the three of you into fits of laughter again. 

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Practices leading up to the next preseason game against the Giants were brutal. Coaches were through with putting up with excuses and mistakes, leaving most of you on the team crying by the end of the night. When they wanted you to suffer, you suffered. Some of the senior girls who had been cheering with the team for a few years tried their best to ease the anxieties of the less-veteraned girls.

Everything hurt, all the time. Your back and legs mostly, but the soreness in your thighs and glutes made even warmups painful.

“Y/N!” Coach Traci’s voice bellowed. “What are you doing with your arms? How many times have I told you that if you can’t get this, I’m moving you back for our sideline dance sequences so you’re less visible?”

“Multiple times,” your voice came out as a little more than an embarrassed squeak. “I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Don’t be sorry, be better.”

You had to get your mind straight, shaking off the criticism and putting everything into the next time you ran the dance. Coach Traci nodded at you, the only acknowledgement of improvement that you would get for tonight. After the shitshow that was the Cardinals game, you knew better than to balk or disrespect anyone during practices. Everyone was strung out and tired, it was during a water break when you realized Joe was perched in his usual spot, headphones around his neck and running through some easy sprints. 

Good fucking god, had he heard your scolding? The thought brought you back to high school, the feeling of getting a question blatantly wrong in front of your crush or being reprimanded in front of the class for talking too loudly during a lesson. That same flutter of uneasiness left you feeling uncomfortable within your own skin, distracted again but pushing the thoughts aside in order not to repeat the whole embarrassing ordeal.

Joe was doing his absolute best job of casually sitting in on as many cheer practices as possible. The last thing he wanted was to cause trouble for either of you, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn’t using the fact that he is who he is to do his workouts wherever he wanted around the facility without a second glance from anyone. There were very few people meandering around, telling Joe what to do. With his injury, he was just now getting back into light conditioning and drill work so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to remain at the stadium to workout after practice had ended. He was watching from the sidelines most practices, occasionally being able to do a few workouts and passing the football around while everyone ran plays. 

He would take advantage of the opportunity to watch you while it was the most inconspicuous.

Practice unsurprisingly went late. Joe had disappeared back inside at some point, to finally go home you assumed. Once you were heaving and your body felt like pure jelly, you were finally allowed to go and grab your things and head in to shower. There were two text messages from Joe, delivered fifteen minutes prior.

Joe: Text me when you’re done

Joe: Actually do you wanna do what you gotta do and meet me in our locker room??

This boy is genuinely idiotic if he thinks you’re just waltzing into the team locker room, facility still far from emptied out. You ignored the messages until you got into your own locker room, sitting on a bench and shaking your head at his idea once again. Joe had absolutely nothing to lose here, that much was obvious from the start. You were a completely different story, though.

Y/N: Joe omg

Y/N: There are cameras everywhereeeeeeeee

Y/N: Can you just call me later?

Joe: No

Joe: Just go around the long way, don’t take the hall Emily’s office is on and come around from the other side. 

When you didn’t respond right away, he texted again.

Joe: The security camera isn’t facing the door, it’s facing who comes down that main hallway

Joe: I swear no one is gonna see you, the cameras will literally only get you taking a different hallway to walk out of the building and we can leave out of different doors

Y/N: You’re actually insane

Y/N: How do you even know what ways the camera faces???

Joe: I just walked out of the locker room and looked

Joe: I basically walked the whole thing, everyone went home 

Joe: Obviously not your team but yk what I mean, your coaches office is on the complete other side of the building 

Y/N: Go home, Joe :)

Joe: Please

Your thumbs hovered over the letters ‘N’ and ‘O’, but there was a part of you that couldn’t deny how excited the idea of seeing him again made you. The sneaking around had your gut twisting in a way that had all of your rational thoughts going right out the door. You’re pathetic, you told yourself as you glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one watched you type your next message.

Y/N: You need to see me so bad that you’re saying please?

Joe: Desperately

Y/N: Oh you’re good lmao

Joe: So I’ll see you in fifteen

Liking the message, you put your head in your hands for a moment and huffed a laugh as you finally turned on the shower and stripped yourself of the now sweaty practice clothes. Most of the girls showered at home after night practices, so only a few remained readying to leave. You took your time, double shampooing and ensuring as many people as possible had departed from the practice facility. 

“Good night, girl!” Carolina called out, walking out the door and leaving only you.

“Night, Carol!”

With shaky breaths, you brushed your wet hair once again and looked into the mirror. You had no makeup on and wore shorts and a Bengals hoodie now, which did nothing for your confidence as you walked out of the locker room with your bag in hand and cast your eyes downward. In your attempts to look unsuspicious, you took the long back hallway that wrapped around the inside of the stadium. There was the muffled sound of the janitors' speakers, but they were far from where you were and each office and support center looked desolate and left for the night.

The door to the players’ locker room was slightly ajar, leaving you to glance around again and double check Joe’s camera assessment. He was right, there was a camera on the end of the hallway, but it faced the opposite direction and caught whoever took the main entrance inside of this part of the building. Quickly, you slipped into the much nicer locker room and shut the door behind you. 

“That was twenty-five minutes,” Joe’s voice sounded from behind you.

“This is a stupid idea,” you cast him a playfully annoyed glance and locked the door behind you, turning to find him in shorts and a black T-shirt. “You’re a really bad influence, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” he walked towards you with such ease that you wouldn’t have believed he was just bed-ridden from surgery. His fingers found the hem of your hoodie, smirking down at you in his usual arrogantly charming manner. “I’m still glad you came, though. Even if I compromise your moral judgment so badly.”

He is so fucking hot, you thought as he continued fiddling with your sweatshirt. How is it possible to have this much sex appeal? How is it humanly possible for anyone to resist a look like his? Your entire body was on fire, swallowing hard and wondering once again how you wound up here with him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed. “I know I keep saying that and you’re probably sick of it. It’s true, though.”

The pads of his thumb and index finger brushed your bare torso, the circular motion leaving you breathing a bit heavier. His touch was less feverish than usual, more gentle and fleeting like he wanted you to know how much he wanted you. Hardly blinking, you let the tense silence guide you towards him in a way that left you practically flush against each other. Joe’s breathing hitched, giving you those sultry bedroom eyes and stupid smirk.

This time it was you who could no longer resist, kissing him softly as if to say that you, too, could not stop thinking of him. He slid his arms around your lower back, allowing you to wrap yours around his neck. Your back arched slightly at the long kiss, his right hand lowering to grab your ass and squeeze. He somehow maneuvered the two of you farther into the locker room between open-mouth, breathy kisses. Your back collided with the wall to the right of the sequence of open lockers, his mouth on your neck and biting gently at the skin of your collarbone. 

He pulled your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere behind him. Your fingers found his hair, tugging as he marked your chest up ravenously. A problem for later, you pushed the thought away and let your head roll to the side as he palmed both of your breasts through the fabric of your sports bra, occasionally leaving a hum of pleasure against the soft skin between your breasts. He kissed down your stomach and held you roughly by one hip, sinking to his knees looking up at you asking permission. 

“Did you know this was going to happen when you texted me?” You teased, still holding onto him by his hair. 

“When I texted you,” he started, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I prayed to god that this would happen, but I figured you were gonna tell me to fuck off.”

With a playful shove of his head, you looked away with blazing skin and blown pupils. Joe pulled down your shorts in one quick motion, running his hands down your hips and thighs with a lustful expression. He kissed you over the fabric of your underwear, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. There was no denying the arousal dripping from you, wetting your panties, leaving Joe to raise an eyebrow and flash you an egotistical grin. A breathy moan escaped you and he stopped, causing a near-whimper to come from you.

“Quiet, baby,” he chided softly, “I need you to be quiet or we’re both fucked.”

The fact that he had called you baby was something to dissect tomorrow, you only inhaled sharply at his words. He looked up at you again with hair falling over his forehead, “can you be quiet for me?”

If he kept looking at you like that, you would do just about anything for him. You gave him a nod and he kneaded the flesh of your thigh now, finally pulling your underwear down and discarding them carelessly. He wrapped your right leg around his shoulder, on his knees before you.

“Can’t say that I’m complaining at this sight, right where you belong,” you whispered, cheekily.

“You’re hilarious,” he rolled his eyes and pinched your backside. “I’m on my knees for you anytime, just say the word.”

He didn’t give you even a second to respond, tonguing you with such desperation that your toes curled the second he put his mouth on you. Your slick had already coated his mouth and chin, his tongue running between your folds as his nose brushed the bundle of nerves. You struggled to keep quiet, eyes squeezing shut as you rocked your hips into his mouth and relished in each breathy moan that escaped him and reverberated against your center. 

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing feverishly at the bud and watching you turn to putty in his hands. Your legs began to shake violently, wondering how much longer you could stand the tight coiling in your belly. One of your hands remained in his hair, the other gripped the hard wall for any semblance of steadying as he devoured you. 

He grunted against you, picking up his pace and letting his hands explore as you bit back each and every sound you wished to make. He steadied you as you came undone, panting and unable to move or see. Stars clouded your vision, black spots causing you to close your eyes and breathe for a moment as you regained feeling of your body again.

The handle of the door shook, someone was trying to get in.

“Fuck,” you whispered at Joe, who was already carefully dropping your leg and reaching back to grab your shorts and hoodie. 

You slid the shorts on, throwing the hoodie over your head and letting Joe silently lead you farther back into the locker room where the showers were. He gave you a look that said to sit tight and make no noise. He didn’t look nearly as nervous as you, legs still gelatin and causing you to have to lean back against the wall to ensure your balance.

“Anyone in there?” A man’s voice sounded, muffled slightly from the distance now between you and the door. 

“Yeah!” Joe called out as casually as possible, he sauntered over to the door and flicked the lock and opened it. A janitor stood before him, cart beside him to clean. “Hey, Phil. I stayed late tonight, I don’t know why I locked the door. Must’ve been a reflex.”

Phil nodded slowly, he looked into the locker room and saw it all emptied out. Joe rubbed the back of his neck, swallowing and waiting for the man to say something. Phil only coughed and averted his eyes when he saw the lilac underwear balled up on the floor. He met Joe’s eyes and muttered that he’d come back around once he left, but not to be more than ten more minutes. Joe gave him a gracious thanks and sighed in relief as the man retreated down the hallway and brought his cart into another room, shutting the door behind him and turning his radio up considerably louder than he’d ever heard him play it.

“You can come out now,” he said, turning around and seeing the panties on the ground. He had no clue if Phil had seen them, but he also had no doubt that Phil was no busybody or gossip at his ripe age of at least seventy. 

“Do I get to keep these?” He asked as you came out from the showers, holding them up and smirking.

“Did I or did I not say that this was a stupid idea?” 

“Is that a yes or a no?”

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[dreamings-free]

asking the important q here: do you happen to know if there will be any overlap between the oasis tour and louis' mini festivals later this year? who usually the substitutes for josh?

yeah there are. josh won’t be doing louis’ festival shows.. oasis has a gig in manchester when louis plays zoa city and one at wembley same day as łódź summer fest. and even if there weren’t exact overlaps josh would be too busy with editing to join louis’ gigs.

there was a guy who stood in for josh for one or two festival shows last year.. can’t remember his name I’ll have to do a little diggin on my blog.. (I’ll add it once I find it) it was lewis evans he shot untold festival and gave us this gem of a photo. and then there was tommy davis who was with louis and the team in latam for FITF tour promo.. but I’m not sure he’s a concert photographer..

no steve no josh… no craig 💔 I didn’t expect to get so attached to all these people in the LT tour family.. 🥺

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Substitute Teacher Steve Au

Delilah felt nervous. She ran into her little brother Paul in the hall because neither of them were looking in the correct direction...too nervous.

She hurried into her English class and grabbed her seat. The class's energy was off the charts. Everyone was chatting and gossiping.

"-sub! Can you believe THE St-"

"I just don't understand? Arent they fam-"

Uh oh. She thinks she understands now and pulls out her flip phone to type out a quick text to Paul to warn him. It's too late. He already texted her first.

"Code purple"

"Fuck."

"Language B!"

"Shit."

He laughs as he walks into the classroom. Someone slaps her shoulder as if they're trying to tell her "Hey! He looked in your direction!!!!"

Sitting on her teacher's desk is retired pop icon Steve Harrington. He lights up when he sees her looking at him and waves to her. He's waving so fast his hand is a blur.

"Del what the hell is happening?" Mandy, her best friend is looking at her expectantly.

"I-"

"Ok class! Attendance time!!"

'Adams'

'Andrews'

'Chase'

'Finch'

"Henderson!"

"..."

"C'mom B," he looks at her disappointed.

"Here," she grumbles.

A girl in the back raises her hand.

"Can this wait until after the attendance is taken?"

"Unfortunately not Mr. Harrington I just have to know, how do you know Delilah? Why do you call her B? I mean out of everyone we were not expecting you to be here for her." She says the last part kind of like a sneer.

Delilah knew she wasn't the most popular but she made a choice to stay out of the spotlight.

"Well...student-"

"Sam."

"Sam, I'm not here for Delilah."

Gasps went around the room.

"I'm also here for Paul!" His famous bright smile is shining bright. "He's getting his braces off today! Isn't that exciting! Gosh I remember when his dad got his off. Brings a tear to my eye."

Delilah sinks lower into her seat.

"As for the nickname-"

She shoots up, ramrod straight.

"Um Uncle Steve you don't really have to-"

"Now B it's nothing to be embarrassed about. When Del's mom was pregnant with Paul we told her that she wouldn't be the baby anymore. She was so frustrated that was the only name she responded to for six months!"

Sam pipes up again, "so B is short for-"

"Baby." Snickers went around the room. Delilah groans. "Obviously we couldn't go around calling her baby that's weird. So we shortened it, nickname. It also helps because she's baby Henderson, helps to distinguish the difference between them all."

Steve gives her a soft smile, like he's still imagining her as a toddler.

"As most of you may know I retired about five years ago along with my boyfriend." (Gay marriage was not legal yet but she's working on it.)

Josh's hand shoots up. "Your boyfriend famous metal musician Eddie Munson?"

"Yes student in the back, we decided it was time to retire and enjoy our time together. Then I got bored. I was always planning on being a teacher if music didn't work out so I became a sub. We have a house here to see the kids and I knew I wanted my first assignment to be one where I could see my favorite Hendersons."

Ok she can't be mad at him. She loves him so much and he obviously is just doing what he can to be closer to her.

"Uncle Steve-"

Uncle is whispered around the room.

"I appreciate you coming here but-"

"Henderson I'd appreciate it if you stayed after school to help me grade papers. I can give you a ride home. Uncle Eds is taking Paul to the orthodontist now so you don't have to worry about driving him."

Conveniently, beeping was heard outside along with the sound of a motor like an engine revving. The students all ran to the window to see what was going on and were shown Paul with his head down running to the convertible.

Poor kid. Everyone would be talking about this for at least a week.

Paul looked over at the window along with Eddie, when he saw Steve he blew him a kiss. As soon as Paul was buckled up he sped off.

Steve sighed wistfully and then headed back to the desk.

"Alright everyone! Let's learn!"

[trippiexlove]

Snooze

Author Note: I am just offloading all my one shots I have in the drafts lol. This is a part two to my CARE one shots, with Josh and Solana. Read the first part linked here. Based off the song Snooze by SZA <3

Warning: None, just Fluff

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC

Word Count: 3,162

Face claim - SZA

I can't lose when I'm with you... I can't just snooze and miss the moment... You just too important... Nobody do body like you do..you do...

The vocal booth felt suffocating. Solana ripped off her headphones, the unfinished track echoing in the sudden silence. A frustrated groan escaped her lips as she rubbed her temples, the elusive melody still stubbornly out of reach. Ken paused the recording, his brow furrowed with concern. "Lana, what's up? You've been...off all morning."

Solana looked up, her eyes heavy. She couldn't hide it anymore. "It's...Josh." The name hung in the air, weighted with unspoken tension. They'd clashed two nights ago, a messy tangle of missed calls, misinterpreted texts, and the aching loneliness of forced distance. A stupid fight, really, born from the very thing they both hated: being apart.

Now, a wall of silence stood between them. He'd resorted to calling their kids' iPads just to hear their voices, a hollow substitute for a real conversation. She knew the demands of their careers, the constant travel, the unavoidable separations. But knowing it didn't make the emptiness any less real, or the stubborn refusal to pick up the phone any easier to bear. The frustration with the song was just a symptom, a manifestation of the deeper ache in her heart.

Solana was just missing her man. 

Wanting to just be up under him. It didn't make it better that she was going on tour soon. With it being Wrestlemania season, that means Josh would be spending more time on the road than at home. 

"Yeah I'm good Ken" she gave him a slight smile. Hoping that it was enough for him.

He slowly nodded, leaning forward on the sound board. "Alright then, sing that note like need to girl" making Solana laugh a bit. 

She nodded putting the headphones back on. She closed her eyes, letting the soft beat consume her. She started belting out the lyrics to the song. Before she knew it she sung through the whole song. No breaks. 

"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout" Solana eyes popped open at the deep raspy voice. A tiny gasp coming from her. Shocked to see her husband-- who wasn't supposed to be home til next week-- standing before her. Ken no longer in the studio. Josh tilted his head as he stared right back at her. "You just gon' stare or come out that booth?."

Solana reacted instantly. The music cut off abruptly as she ripped the headphones from her ears, the cushioned cups clattering against the far wall. She bolted from the sound booth, a whirlwind of pent-up energy, and launched herself into Josh's waiting arms. He caught her easily, his strong arms wrapping around her as she clung to him, her legs instinctively locking around his waist.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and relief. She leaned back slightly, her gaze searching his, though her legs remained securely wrapped around him. "You're not supposed to be home for another week."

"I know," he nodded, his eyes warm and reassuring. "But I didn't like how our conversation went the other day, and I needed to talk to you face-to-face."

Solana slid down, her feet touching the ground, but she remained nestled within the circle of his arms. "Yeah, I didn't like it either." She guided him towards the plush, worn couch in the corner of the studio, and they sank into its soft cushions. Solana instinctively draped her legs across his lap, a familiar gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice laced with sincerity. "I shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me. I should have just talked to you calmly about how I was feeling."

Josh nodded, his hand gently stroking her leg. "You have to tell me how you're feeling baby" His voice sincere. 

Solana rested her head on her hand, propped up on the back of the couch, her gaze drifting towards the ceiling. "I guess," she paused, searching for the right words, "it might seem silly, but honestly, we've been apart for weeks, and I just...missed you so much."

"I've been missin' you too, ma," he said, his voice soft and husky. "We've both been crazy busy lately, but I promise, there's never a second I don't think bout you, bout y'all."

"I know that, babe," she replied, her eyes dropping to her hands, where she nervously twirled the delicate wedding band on her finger. "It's just...the distance gets hard sometimes."

Josh used his index finger to lift her gaze to his. "It's hard for me too. If I could lay up under you all day you know I would" Solana let out a soft laugh as he gazed into her eyes. "That's why I'm here, to steal you away"

Solana lifted her eyebrow in confusion "What you mean?"

"I mean we got a private to catch in a few hours so you need to go pack" Josh could see that she was about to protest and quickly cut her off "I ain't takin' no for an answer, so you might as well cut that out"

She playfully rolled her eyes as they both stood up. "How you gon' tell me to just pack up and leave on short notice?"

"Cause I run shit round here" he laid a playful smack to her backside, earning him a glare from Solana. She grabbed all her things before they made the trip back home. Josh had already dropped the kids off with her mom. 

Solana was on the floor of her closet, confused on what to pack. Josh walked in with his bag in his hand. "You didn't even tell me where we're going so I know what to bring"

"Just bring your bathing suits," he leaned against the doorframe of the closet. "actually just bring nothing at all"

Solana playfully smacked her teeth as Josh laughed, dodging the shirt she threw his way. She quickly finished packing, bringing her bag-- along with her purse-- downstairs. They loaded up in the car making the hour drive to the airport, going through the private entrance to get to the plane. 

Once settled on the plane, Solana looked out the window, sipping the champagne the flight attended served her moments ago. When they were up in the air she quickly cuddled up next to Josh.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" 

"Nope you just gon' have to wait til we land in a couple hours" Solana rolled her eyes jokingly, but hissed when Josh landed a smack to her ass. "Don't be rollin' yo' eyes girl"

She hit his chest lightly before placing her head back on his shoulder. They stayed that way for the rest of the flight before hearing the pilot announce that they will be landing soon. 

Solana bat her eyes as she began waking up. The morning sun blinding her momentarily as her vision tried to adjust. 

She felt the weight of Josh's arms wrapped around her bare waist, turning around to face him. Cuddling more into him, she sighed in contentment. Josh's gripped around her tightened as he began to wake up too. 

"Good Morning" Solana leaned her head up, pecking his lips. 

"Good Morning Ma," Josh rasped out, "how long you been up?"

"Only for a moment," she closed her eyes laying her head on his chest. 

Josh could feel her breathing begin to even out. "Don't go back to sleep, we got plans today"

Solana groaned lowly "I don't want to do anything today but lay here with you" making Josh laughed lowly. 

"Trust me I want to lay here with yo' ass too," he placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "But we got plans so we got to get up" 

Josh unwrapped his arms from her waist getting out of bed. The sudden coldness made Solana pull the covers up over her shoulders. When Josh walked around to her side, he pulled on the cover landing a smack to her exposed cheeks. "Get that ass up"

Solana groan as she turned over, laying there for a few moments before getting up. Slowly walking due to the dull ache between her legs. As she passed Josh she heard him laugh lowly. That abruptly stopped when she sent a glare his way. 

Solana scrutinized her reflection, ensuring her makeup was flawless, her wavy hair a soft, tousled frame. Josh was whisking her away, a continuation of their indulgent Fiji escape. He'd been relentlessly spoiling her, and she wasn't about to complain.

As she applied the final touch of gloss, Josh filled the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the soft light. "Ready, baby?" his voice, a low, resonant rumble, vibrated through her.

"Ready," she murmured, her gaze tracing the lines of his handsome silhouette. He crossed the room, his presence filling the space, and trapped her against the counter, his hands bracketing her.

His eyes, dark and intense, met hers in the mirror, igniting a blush. "You look beautiful," he breathed, his warm breath ghosting over her ear.

She turned, her smile radiant. "Thank you, handsome." A quick, playful kiss turned into a deeper embrace as his hands slid down her back, tightening at her waist, pulling her flush against him. She broke the kiss, breathless.

"We have plans," she teased, a playful lilt in her voice.

He groaned softly, releasing her. "Lucky we do." He took her hand, leading her from the suite into the balmy Fijian air.

Their day unfolded like a dream: snorkeling in turquoise waters, island hopping under the vibrant sun, culminating in a secluded beach dinner.

Solana gasped, the sight of the candlelit setup taking her breath away. The gentle lapping of waves created an intimate symphony. "You planned all this?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Josh's proud smirk answered her. "Anything for you, aulelei" he murmured, his words warm against her skin. He guided her to the plush blanket, where dinner awaited.

"You've truly outdone yourself," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

He playfully scrunched his eyebrows. "Don't act surprised. I can be romantic." making her laugh. They dined, their conversation light and easy, the sound of the ocean a constant backdrop.

After dinner, a comfortable silence settled between them. Josh's gaze lingered on her, admiring the way the wind danced through her hair.

"What are you staring at?" she asked, a playful smirk curving her lips.

"I can't look you?" he countered, his eyes twinkling. He held out his hand. "Come here."

She slipped onto his lap, straddling him, his hands finding their familiar place on her lower back. "Let's make a promise," he said, his voice serious. "No matter the distance, we'll have each other. We'll talk, we'll check in."

"promise," she echoed, her smile soft. She extended her pinky, and he laughed, interlocking his with hers. He pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss, sealing their promise under the starlit Fijian sky.

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Lana Outside focuses on the Inside ❤️

Solana found herself back in the studio a few days after returning from the trip. Josh going back on the road, both keeping the promise they made on the beach that night. 

Ken walked into the room, going over to the soundboard before turning towards her, "you ready to finish that song" 

"Nah," Solana shook her head "I got a new song I want to do" she smiled as she tapped her pencil on her notepad. 

Solana leaned over in the mirror, checking to make sure her hair and makeup was good, til she heard a knock at the door. "Come in"

"Mommy!" The sound of her children's voices sent a wave of warmth through her. Turning, she was met with two small figures rushing towards her, their arms wrapping around her legs in a tight, eager embrace. 

"Hey, babies," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine joy. She knelt, pulling them into a hug that squeezed a little too tightly, but she didn't care. It had been weeks since the tour began, weeks since she'd held them like this. She pressed soft kisses to the tops of their heads, savoring the familiar scent of their hair. When she finally looked up, her heart skipped a beat. Josh stood in the doorway, his eyes meeting hers, and a familiar flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach.

After coaxing the kids onto the plush couch with their iPads, promising them a post-show treat, Solana slowly rose to her feet. She watched as Josh's gaze traveled over her, taking in the sequined one-piece that hugged her curves. The outfit was a statement, a bold declaration of her confidence, and she could see the appreciation in his eyes.

For a moment, they stood in a silent tableau, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, with a slow, deliberate saunter, Josh closed the distance between them. His towering figure loomed over her, and she felt that familiar sense of being both protected and desired. "Hey, stranger," she said, her voice a soft murmur, breaking the silence with a smile. 

He wrapped his arms around her, the familiar weight of his embrace a comforting anchor. "Hey, superstar," he murmured back, his voice a low rumble. "Think you could spare a few minutes for a couple of your number one fans?"

"I'll always make time for you all," she replied, her eyes searching his. She leaned up, connecting their lips in a kiss that was both tender and charged, a silent acknowledgment of the weeks they'd spent apart. FaceTime calls, while appreciated, couldn't replicate the warmth of his touch, the feeling of his lips on hers.

The moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. "Hey, Lana, you're up in a few minutes," Maria, her tour manager, announced. 

Solana nodded, a flicker of professional focus returning. She turned to her children, giving them each a quick kiss. "Mommy has to go now, but I'll be right back." Then, turning back to Josh, she added, "I've got a new song I'm singing tonight. You'll know it when you hear it."

He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "We'll be waiting right here for you."

With a final, lingering glance at her family, Solana slipped out of the dressing room, just as the intro to her first song filled the backstage area. She took a deep breath, ready to step into the spotlight, the memory of their embrace fueling her performance.

Solana stood in the middle of the stage, slightly out of breath as she took in the energy from the crowd. 

A wide, genuine smile spread across her face. "How we feeling tonight?" she called out, her voice amplified, yet still warm and intimate. The response was immediate, a thunderous cheer that vibrated through the floorboards. She scanned the sea of faces, a kaleidoscope of lights and expressions, each one a testament to the shared experience of the night. Her gaze drifted towards the stage exit, and she spotted Josh, his silhouette outlined against the backstage shadows. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips, and she sent him a quick, private smile, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them.

Turning back to the audience, she felt a surge of anticipation. "Tonight," she announced, her voice filled with a quiet excitement, "I have a new song I want y'all to hear. It's…it's a little different from what we've done so far." She paused, letting the words hang in the air, building the anticipation. "It's called 'Snooze.'"

A hush fell over the crowd, a collective intake of breath, as the band began to play the opening melody. The first few notes were soft, ethereal, a gentle shift in the atmosphere. The driving rhythms of the previous songs faded, replaced by a smooth, sensual groove. The stage lights dimmed, casting a warm, amber glow, and the vibe of the night shifted, slowed, became more intimate, more personal. It was a song of quiet comfort, of finding solace in another's embrace, and Solana was ready to share that feeling with every soul in the room.

I'll touch that fire for you I do that three, four times again, I testify for you I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it

Solana really got into the song. Josh, standing backstage, was mesmerized. Not only by her performance, but by her ability to captivate the audience. A wave of pride washed over him as he watched his wife command the stage. Beside him, their two kids, Maya and Liam, bounced excitedly, their eyes wide with adoration.

The final notes of the song faded, the crowd’s roar washing over Solana like a tidal wave. She held the pose, the spotlight a warm embrace, before finally lowering the mic and flashing a dazzling smile. The band launched into the instrumental outro, a signal for her to exit stage left.

Backstage, the energy shifted from electric to a quiet hum of organized chaos. Stagehands moved with practiced efficiency, and her backup dancers were already gathering for the next number. But all Solana saw was Josh and their kids.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a soft smile playing on his lips. Mia and Liam were practically vibrating with excitement. He pushed off the wall, Liam grabbing his leg, and Mia held his hand, as they walked towards her, the noise of the backstage area fading into a dull background buzz.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low, a rumble only she could hear. 

Mia and Liam echoed him, "Mommy you were so good!"

Solana felt a wave of relief and pure joy wash over her. "Thank you," she breathed, the adrenaline still thrumming in her veins. "Did you like it?"

He closed the remaining distance, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Like it? Solana, you poured your soul into that song. I loved it. And so did these two." He gestured toward their kids, who were both beaming.

She felt a blush creep up her neck, despite the heat of the stage lights. "It's about you, about us," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Josh's eyes softened even further. "I know," he said, his gaze locked on hers. "And it's perfect."

"Mommy you were so pretty!" Mia exclaimed, breaking the intimate moment, but in a sweet way.

A stagehand called out, "Solana, two minutes!"

The urgency of the moment snapped them back to reality, but the intimacy lingered. She needed to change, and fast.

"Ok" she turned back towards Josh, gesturing towards the costume rack. "Once mommy is done we'll get that treat ok?" Mia and Liam nodded, giving their mother a final hug.

"Go," he said, stepping back slightly, but his hand lingered on her arm for a moment longer. "We'll be right here."

As she rushed to change, the lyrics of her song echoed in her mind, each word a testament to the feeling that pulsed between them. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that no matter the roar of the crowd, no matter the distance the tour put between them, their connection was the quiet, unwavering heartbeat beneath it all. And in that backstage moment, with Josh and their kids' warm gazes on her, she knew she was home.

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[britts-galaxy-brain]

Hey I have a couple questions of somethings I'm worried about. Do you think Lily will or is going to start making fake screenshots herself so she can discredit all of them? Because if she can prove the screen shots she made are fake then she will put it into people heads that all of them can be.

I have a bad feeling when Joon's video comes out she will do something similar to Onision did. And tell half truths, fabricate evidence for her side, start (well not start ahe is already trying to drag up ink and josh drama from ten years ago) dragging up dirt/ old drama on people she use to interact with her and plastering it everywhere. So people focus on them and not her. The only difference is we won't see Lily dumping kombucha on herself admitting to everything in a fake mental breakdown. But I do think she still will fake mental breakdowns.

I'm just trying to get an idea of how I can help combat the storm that will come when that video comes out. Because I know she will loose it. And her debunking video is going to be a sad clown show.

If the past years of watching her break down are anything to go by, it'll likely be the same shit ramped up to 100.

She'll try to downplay and disparage Joon by claiming he's a bigot, lie and distort what's in the video, claim he got tricked by "the stalkers", etc.

She'll make shit up about anyone and everyone mentioned in the video to paint them as terrible people who are either bigots or abused her, likely taking whatever she did to them and flipping it on herself. She may also downplay her relationships and interactions with some of them.

She'll make up distant and/or recent personal tragedies to remind her audience she's just a poor beaten puppy that's going through a hard time. She'll most likely add in or substitute that for talking about how impactful this has all been on her health and how the stress is causing near-fatal health concerns, which means the people calling her out are actually the bad ones because we're causing her to nearly die (yes she's actually done that before).

She'll claim people want her to kill herself.

She'll bring up her sockpuppets and tell stories about them to try to make them sound like real people.

She'll have raging crying breakdowns on stream and post long breakdown screeds on her Tumblr where she'll inadvertently tell on herself in her panic.

She'll claim all the accounts connected to her were made by the stalkers or trolls to make her look bad and she has no idea what anyone is talking about.

It'll be a storm for sure. Like many before it. But this time she'll have a few hundred thousand, if not a million, more eyes on her to pick through her bullshit.

[artem1sc0re]

I’m bored and exams are temporarily over for me sooo (also just something whilst I work on an edit because yes I think it’s a better way to use my time)

Watch dogs characters and their favourite sweets or chocolate (except it’s based off of my own favourites)

(Lovingly discussed with my partner)

Watch Dogs 1:

Aiden Pearce - milk chocolate coins

- There’s something about the slow pacing of opening two foiled sides of a coin to eat the chocolate that makes me think he’d like them

- probably was his favourite part about Christmas as a kid; he seems like he got them in his stocking a lot of the time

Jordi Chin - strawberry pencils

- depending where you get them, the flavour/taste fluctuates. Like the way he fluctuates when it comes to choosing sides (cough cough watch dogs act 5)

- he seems like he’d like to shuffle between stores to change up the taste. Makes for easy elimination and helps him know what stores do the best pencils.

Clara Lille - raspberry ruffles

- vibes

- she’d probably be a sucker for certain types of dark chocolate

Raymond Kenney - Haribo giant strawberries

- Me when I project onto my fav characters

- I feel like frewer introduced him to them and he stayed away from them in the past but then he picked them back up and has been in love with them since

Tobias Frewer - digestives milk chocolate hobnobs

- similar to some of the other headcanons, it’s the vibe really. He definitely gives off an oatmeal kind of biscuit

- he’d probably eat it to spite those who hate it but then ends up liking them

Defalt - millions (sweets)

- the sweet sticks to you and is difficult/annoying to get out of your mouth when you chew too much. Now associate it with his character and you’ll see why I chose it /lh /j

- he seems like a gum chewer and these feel like a good substitute for him if he doesn’t have any

Nicole Pearce - Bounty (chocolate)

- I have no explanation for this one but she seems like she’d like coconut flavoured things

- was definitely one of her favourite chocolates back when she lived in Northern Ireland (assuming that they emigrated to Chicago during their teens)

Watch Dogs 2

Marcus Holloway - Cadbury marvellous creations jelly popping candy chocolate

- he really likes the jelly parts in the chocolate and finds it entertaining to just try and find them when taking a piece and feeling accomplished when he finds a jelly, feeling ecstatic when he finds more than one in the singular chocolate piece

Sitara Dhawan - sour tongue painters

- It’s the vibe of the sweet in general really that just made me instantly think ‘Sitara’; might be the whole ‘corner shop’ vibe they’ve got to them or the sour but gradually sweet taste they have

Horatio Carlin - strawberry laces

- Simple guy, simple snack. Makes sense.

Wrench & Josh Sauchak - Candy sticks

- The both of them are absolute FIENDS for them

- Wrench is the one more likely to pick a fight to try and steal them if Josh has a packet

- Wrench always gets the temporary tattoos that come with them

Watch Dogs Legion

- Dalton Wolfe - Cadbury chocolate mini rolls (specifically the ones with raspberry jam)

- he absolutely loves them and loves when there’s 10 packs on sale. Definitely brought them over to the dedsec hideout at one point but then stopped when all of them were gone in a day and he didn’t get a single one

- Sabine Brandt - Popping candy

- everyone hates it but she seems like she’d treat the popping sound like white noise

- Bagley - Liquorice allsorts

- he’s never had sweets but he’ll say his favourite is liquorice just to cause an outrage amongst the resistance

- Skye Larsen - lemon refreshers

- as much as I’d like to spread the agenda of my love for chewy sweets and just the habit chewing in general and proceeding to project that, I feel like she’d consume them in a strange way; and by that I mean swallowing it whole without chewing on it

- She probably has a strange talent outside of computers for swallowing sweets whole

- she just gives off the vibe of a refresher idk why

- Nowt - candy floss

- no character reason really because as of writing this I have not finished legion, neither have I finished her contracts. This is just based off of her vibes

- Kaitlin Lau - Haribo supermix

- is a bit of a mixed bag, with the variety of choices to choose from

- uses them as an excuse to teach herself decision making skills due to this

- seems like shed organise them based on their sweet

- Emily Child - Coca Cola flavoured tic tacs

- she’d stand on the point that tic tacs are breath refreshers and you can’t change her mind on it

- she seems like she’d like Coca Cola as a drink too

[bucksboobs]

Eddie and Josh would genuinely be so compelling as a romance because they had such a love-hate relationship at Dispatch but it was clear from “if you met him you should go talk to him.” That Eddie is willing to be friendly to Josh and them having this semi-antagonistic friendship that builds into a romance would be really fun as Eddie discovers his queerness with a guy that already kind of understands the mess that is Eddie Diaz. Also Josh is NOT going to let himself get slotted into the “substitute Mom” role if he dates Eddie because he’s not a Kid Person so Eddie can finally, finally learn to stop doing that to his partners.